#feel free to elaborate in asks or replies if you want

[linagram]

sorry everyone it's me. your boy. with another weird poll. just like most milgrammers i like polls a lot but i still have too many things to do for s3 so this is how i'm coping

out of all the linagram prisoners, which one do you think is most likely to die, not counting the possible punishments/executions (for example, maybe they end up getting killed by someone else, maybe they die by suicide or because of health issues, etc)? i can already say that no one is going to die until the end of season 3, but after that. well.

[total-drama-brainrot]

do u have any gen 1 headcanons?

That's such a vague question, I don't even know where to begin to answer!

If you mean headcanons about the gen1 characters individually, I could probably fill a whole novel with the silly little trivia I've thought up for these characters- though I can't promise all of my headcanons are super interesting of fleshed out. It's probably be better to ask for individual characters or dynamics as opposed to the whole cast, since my answer would be way too long for just one Tumblr post. (I encourage you to do so, by the way. I'm always happy to share any headcanons I can think of off the top of my head!)

If you mean headcanons about gen1 the series(es), i.e. Island, Action and World Tour, then sure. I have a tonne of in-universe speculations for both how the show itself was run/produced an how it was received by it's fictional audience. Again, it'd probably be better to ask for specifics than to let me run wild with such an indistinct prompt.

But to answer your question, yes I do 😁. Thank you for asking!

My biggest gen1 headcanon is that Chref started dating after Action.

[okaylikeschaewon]

Hotter-N-Funner

~10k words, Roommates series, smut, Part 1 here

“... part of a punishment.”

“She did what?!” Mint shouted through the door right before a thundering crash echoed in the room.

“Mint? You alright?!” you called out, holding your ear to the door. “Mint?”

“Yeah, all good!” Mint’s disheveled voice came through. After a couple of seconds, he opened the door, rubbing his hip. “I fell.”

“You fell in the toilet?”

“Not in the toilet you idiot,” Mint shoved your shoulder. “So, tell me, how the fuck did you manage that on the first date?”

“A bit of an odd story honestly,” you started.

“How odd could it be?” Mint asked while grabbing a bag of chips off the counter. “Sounds like a simple case of another college hoe being horny.”

“Be nice,” you scolded him. “She’s actually really sweet. No jokes like that when she stops by.”

“She’s coming over?” Mint gasped through a handful of chips. “I can’t even remember the last girl you’ve had over.”

“I mean it,” you snatched the bag out of his hands and took a chip for yourself. “I really like this girl, I want to see where it goes.”

“Do you actually like her or do you just like that she’s hot as fuck?” Mint asked while he took another chip from the bag as you held it out for him. “What about that bartender you’ve been chatting up?”

“I don’t know man. I don’t think she’s actually interested in a serious relationship anyway, even if I did want that. I’m happy just being friends,” you replied. “But back to this girl, seriously, I had such a good time with her. And sure, it helps that she’s hot as fuck.”

“Yeah of course you had a good time with her sucking-”

“Stop it,” you gave Mint’s arm a little shove. “That’s the one part I kinda regret.”

“Regret? The fuck?” Mint cocked his eyebrows. “Head game that weak?”

“No, that definitely wasn’t the problem,” you sighed. “I just like… almost feel like we robbed ourselves of having a really special first time… does that make sense?”

“No.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you mumbled as you picked up a couple of dirty glasses from the table.

“Here,” Mint took the glasses from your hands. “Of course I get what you’re saying, and you already know I support whatever decision you wanna make. Just tell me though, why do you think this girl’s so special already?”

“Well,” you began before pausing to think for a moment. “One could argue the coffee date and even what happened in the bathroom was kinda forced-”

“You don’t say?” Mint dramatically gasped, feigning shock.

“But lunch wasn’t,” you continued, ignoring his theatrics. “And it went fucking perfectly, we just meshed so well, I swear I could talk to her for hours. The vibe, her energy, everything was just so… when I think about her right now, I think about lunch, not the coffee shop.”

“Sounds like my roommate’s in love already,” Mint teased. “Devil’s advocate, she was just using you for the free meal.”

“She paid for it.”

“You let her pay? That’s not like you.”

“Not exactly,” you elaborated. “We were hitting it off pretty well and the idea of me treating her to dinner sorta came up, so she snuck off to the bathroom and did the whole pay behind your back thing.”

“This might be the most unbelievable part of the story,” Mint chuckled. “Why the hell would she do that?”

“Obviously I don’t know for sure, but this is why I’m telling you I feel like there’s something more here,” you explained. “She could have easily done her punishment and then left, or even taken the free lunch and then left, but I think her logic was if I’m treating her to dinner later that she should take care of lunch.”

“Hmm,” Mint pondered for a moment. “Maybe you’re right about there being something here, and maybe she feels the same way. That would explain why she doesn’t want to make it seem like she’s using you for a meal.”

“I hope so, guess I’ll find out more tonight.”

“You like her enough to give up your fuck buddy? I doubt she’d be cool with you having one.”

“Absolutely, even after just one date with her.”

“That’s crazy, you’d actually throw away what you have?”

“I mean, she’s graduating this year anyway, how many more times am I realistically going to fuck her?” you considered your options. “Girl’s a damn genius and beautiful, she’ll be fine without me.”

“You’re losing her roommate, too,” Mint added jokingly.

“Damn,” you muttered under your breath with a smirk, thinking back to some wild nights. “I kinda forgot about that part.”

“Not so easy anymore, is it?” Mint teased.

“It’s fine, seriously Mint, I haven’t felt this way about a girl since Rina,” you replied. “But it’s also way too early, I’ve known this girl for less than a day.”

“What, you haven’t started picking baby names yet?”

“First I have to work on making the babies.”

“I hope she’s good at that part, otherwise you’re throwing away an absolute dime piece for nothing,” Mint laughed.

“Or, hear me out, I just won’t make it official until next year. That way I’m still clear until Sana graduates.”

“You realize half the guys at this school would literally kill to have what you have going on, and you’re here playing games?”

“I had my fun with her, I guess I’ll be doing half the school a favor by moving on.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re an absolute fuckboy?” Mint scoffed. “Sana is not just a toy for you to use.”

“Once or twice, I think,” you chuckled. “What was the first time again? When I brought that one girl back last year?”

“Oh yeah, the one with the massive rack, right? She was so fucking fit, can’t lie, I was pretty jealous of that one.”

“Yeah,” you sighed heavily. “I still think about her to this day. She’s really the one who got away.”

“Maybe if you didn’t decide to fuck her best friend, she wouldn’t have gotten away,” Mint burst out laughing as he snatched the bag of chips back. “Absolute idiot.”

“I was drunk.”

“Not an excuse,” Mint kept laughing.

“She was drunk!”

“Even if we accept that excuse - which we don’t,” Mint began shaking his head. “How do you justify the second time?”

“We were horny,” you shrugged.

“Idiot,” Mint chuckled. “The roommate had a cute smile though, I don’t entirely blame you.”

“Yeah, what was her name again?”

“Bro, you’re the one who slept with her,” Mint shook his head in disbelief, laughing at you. “It started with an ‘N’.”

“‘N”? Shit, I really got nothing.”

“Fuckboy,” Mint sang, before gasping. “Wait, should I be concerned about your roommate fetish?”

“Yeah, lock your door when you sleep,” you said casually while cleaning up some dishes left on the coffee table. “Mind helping me? I don’t want Zuha to get the wrong idea.”

“Fuck, even her name is hot.”

“Idiot,” you tossed an empty can at him.

“I know she’s pretty and all,” Mint began helping you clean up. “But seriously? I can’t remember a single time you’ve cleaned up just for a girl. Now that I think about it, you almost never bring them back to our room.”

“Not almost never. Never, not after Rina,” you replied as you fixed the pillows on the couch. “We have any Febreze left?”

“Yeah, in my room,” Mint answered as he tidied up. “Promise me one thing though.”

“What’s up?” you asked as you walked back into the living room.

“If you’re going into this one with serious intentions, promise me you’ll take it slower this time,” Mint responded. “You know I don’t give a shit what you do with your random hookups, but this isn’t a random hookup.”

“Is this because of Rina?” you asked as you casually sprayed ‘Ocean Mist’ into the air. “I told you, I’m all good with that situation.”

“I know you are,” Mint replied. “It’s just that sometimes when you climb too high too fast, the fall ends up being a lot harder.”

“Alright Socrates, relax.”

“Seriously bro, you know I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know,” you gave Mint a tight hug. “I really appreciate you, thank you.”

“And her name was Nayeon, you idiot.”

—

“Oh,” you gasped, louder than intended, caught off guard by how stunning Kazuha’s figure looked in her skirt and jacket.

“I’m not overdressed am I? I know you mentioned it was a casual place, I can quickly go change if-”

“You look stunning, I love how it brings out your smile.”

“Oh, thank you,” Kazuha turned away slightly, blushing profusely.

It could not be any more obvious that she was nervous.

“Please, come in,” you opened the door wide and stepped aside, a rush of warmth flowing through your body. Kazuha gracefully stepped into your room, leaving you admiring her long, slender legs with each step. She paused ever so slightly as she walked past you before looking around your room. “Have a seat, I’ll be right there.”

Kazuha nodded before stepping across the room and taking a seat on your couch, placing her small black purse on the side table. You quickly stepped into the kitchen and placed two flutes on the counter before filling them generously with champagne and walking over to Kazuha.

“Thank you,” Kazuha respectfully accepted the glass with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, taking a seat next to her.

The two of you took a sip together before placing your glasses to the side. For a moment, she simply stared at you, smiling nervously. Without speaking, you slid your body closer before wrapping your arm around the back of the couch behind Kazuha’s body.

“You smell really nice,” Kazuha commented, leaning forward into you slightly.

“Do I?” you replied, tilting your head slightly.

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly right in front of your lips as she closed her eyes.

The world around you began to gracefully fade away, leaving just you and Kazuha in a shared moment of pure intimacy. Your lips met, gentle at first, a tender brush sending a spark through your body, before gradually becoming more passionate. You found yourself losing yourself in Kazuha’s warmth as your lips pressed deeper against hers.

While the kiss, slow and lingering, continued, your hand found its way to Kazuha’s thigh where it softly pressed against her soft skin. Your other hand fell from the back of the couch to the back of Kazuha’s neck. You savored each moment of closeness, that delightful hint of strawberry inundating your brain with a warm sweetness. Her hand gently made its way to yours, her delicate fingers softly intertwining with your own. The tenderness of your fingers lacing together amplified the connection - invoking a deeper sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.

Instinctively, your bodies pulled closer, your hand slid down from Kazuha’s neck to the middle of her back, while her arm snaked underneath yours to wrap around your body. The hold you had on each other tightened while remaining tender, a subtle dance of intimacy with your bodies as your mouths stayed glued to each other’s lips.

Finally, the two of you break apart the kiss, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. No words were shared, just an intense gaze as your eyes locked, turning the connection electric. For just a moment, the silence of your feelings was being taken in, the squeeze of Kazuha’s fingers against your body was all you felt.

Then, suddenly, she let go of your body as both of her hands grabbed your face while her lips collided against yours. Initially, you were pushed back by the sudden fierce urgency, but then with equal hunger and desperation you found your strength - now it was Kazuha’s turn to fall backwards.

The kiss was an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, blurring your senses until you found yourself with your hands on Kazuha’s hips as her back hit the couch. She spread her legs, making room for you to move even closer as your body nestled into hers, still with electricity and passion flowing through the kiss.

With audacious intrepidity, you slipped a hand up Kazuha’s skirt, resting it against the side of her soft upper thigh. She gasped into your mouth, but she didn’t pull away - in fact, she did the opposite. She curled her fingers into your hair, pulling you even closer somehow, your bodies colliding, a testament to your shared passion, urging you to keep going.

Everything just felt right. This kiss felt right. Kazuha felt right. Your brain was desperately trying to make sense of your heart right now, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion that you wanted, needed, Kazuha. Nothing else made sense, the connection was too compelling. Then, you finally pulled away, leaving Kazuha breathless and wide-eyed, you could really feel the fire that the two of you just shared. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest as you smiled down at Kazuha who was smiling back.

“I should have asked earlier, but you eat sushi, right?” you asked as you sat back up.

“Of course, I love sushi,” she answered, still breathing heavily.

“Perfect, you’ll love this place,” you replied, helping her sit up by taking her hand. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, one second,” she paused, reaching for her glass of champagne and downing it. “Ready!”

—

“Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, who woulda thought our day would end up like this?” Kazuha smiled as she picked up another piece of otoro.

“Breakfast is a wild thing to say.”

“Oh my God,” Kazuha choked, laughing at your reference once she understood what you meant.

“Sorry, that was probably inappropriate.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, taking a sip of her sake. “If anything, I’m surprised we’ve almost gotten through two meals without bringing it up.”

“Was I supposed to? I can’t say I’ve ever had an experience like that before,” you chuckled, taking a sip of sake as well.

“Trust me, it was new for me as well,” Kazuha replied. “I’m really enjoying spending the day with you.”

“I want to be completely honest with you, I really like you, a lot,” you started cautiously. “I know it’s super early, but I just feel something so special with you.”

“I really like you a lot, too,” Kazuha smiled warmly, showing you that smile, the one that absolutely melted your heart. “It doesn’t feel like the first day, it feels like we’ve been dating for a while already.”

“In a way, this is sort of the third date.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she giggled before turning slightly more serious. “So then, can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Of course you can, anything at all,” you replied warmly, leaning forward slightly to show her you were fully engaged.

“I promise it’s not because of attraction, because I really am attracted to you, but I sorta regret what happened in the bathroom this morning.”

“Oh my God, me too!” you couldn’t control your excitement. “Sorry, please finish what you were going to say.”

“It’s just that… it’s going to sound a bit stupid, so please don’t make fun of me for it,” Kazuha began blushing. “I almost feel like I ruined a special moment?”

“I swear if I had a ring I’d be on my knees right now, I thought the exact same thing!”

“Really?” her eyes lit up, making her the most pure and beautiful girl in the world in your mind. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since lunch, I wish we could have found each other without the stupid punishment.”

“Look, Zuha,” you reached your hand forward and gently took hers. “It happened, but we can move on from that. I think you’re very special, I’d love nothing more than to see this out properly if you’re also willing.”

“I am,” she smiled softly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. “But if you’re asking me to be your girlfriend, I think the first day is still a bit too early.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “Let’s forget this morning ever happened and we can do things properly. The way we want.”

“I’d love that,” she blushed again.

“I have another one, sorta related.”

“Yeah? Shoot.”

“What do you think about being exclusive? I get it if you think it’s too early.”

She pondered the question for a moment, taking another sip and slowly putting down her glass before answering. “I don’t think it’s too early, at least, I don’t feel like it is,” she answered slowly. “I’m not actually talking to anyone else right now, but I’d be willing to make this exclusive if you are.”

“Me too.”

Kazuha hesitated, waiting for you to continue.

“It’s complicated,” you added.

“Oh, alright,” she replied, looking a bit disheartened.

“There’s this girl,” you began explaining. “We’re not in a relationship or anything, but we have a bit of a friends-with-benefits type thing going on.”

“Oh.”

“I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, and I’m sorry, but I really want to be honest with you, and of course I promise I’m done with that stuff now,” you replied softly. “My last serious relationship had some… I just don’t want to go through that again, I’d rather be honest with you about everything.”

“I get that, my last relationship also wasn’t great,” Kazuha frowned. “No, you’re right, thank you for telling me. If you don’t mind, do you think we can maybe keep past relationships to ourselves going forward? Sorry, but I don’t know if it’s something I want to hear-”

“You don’t have to explain, trust me, I get it,” you interjected warmly. “And I’ll say the same for you. We’ve both gone through stuff. I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it, but I don’t need to know every specific detail. The past is the past, it doesn’t affect whatever our relationship ends up being.”

“Thank you,” Kazuha smiled again, visibly relaxing as you spoke the right words. “Do you mind if I step away to the bathroom real quick?”

“Of course not, but you have to promise me you won’t pull that trick again,” you answered, flashing her a suspicious look. “I told you I’m treating you to dinner, this one’s on me.”

“Fine,” she smiled, rolling her eyes. “I promise.”

With that, Kazuha got up from the table, gracefully making her way across the restaurant. Her movements, fluid as possible, had you completely in awe, unable to take your eyes away. The way her skirt showcased her perfect legs, accentuating those meticulously sculpted curves, she had your breath catching in your throat, mesmerized and captivated by her grace.

She left this imprint on your mind, convincing you that she was something special. The honeymoon effect was hitting hard, even though you weren’t officially together, you knew it was inevitable at this point - you were going to make Kazuha your girlfriend.

—

“I’m getting this.”

“No you’re not,” you pushed her hand away and tapped your card against the reader.

“You got dinner, this isn’t fair,” Kazuha argued.

“And you’re pretty, what’s your point?”

Kazuha began blushing again, her fingers struggling to put her card back into her wallet. “Th-That has nothing to do with anything,” she stammered, unable to hide how flustered she would get whenever you gave her cheesy compliments.

“Sure it does,” you replied, reaching forward and taking her card from her shaking hand and inserting it into her wallet for her. “I appreciate the gesture, but really, it’s like four dollars, not a big deal.”

“Alright fine, thank you,” she replied, cheeks still flushed a light pink as she accepted her wallet back. “Have you been here before?”

“Nope, first time,” you answered as the two of you sat down. “You?”

“Yeah a couple of times, it’s really good.”

“Ah, so that’s how you picked the flavor so quickly.”

“Actually, it’s my first time trying this one,” Kazuha giggled nervously. “I kinda wanted to try something new, make a new memory with you…”

Your heart skipped a beat. “That is actually so sweet, wow,” you muttered, staring into her beautiful round eyes. “Hopefully it’s good then.”

“Or really bad.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it,” Kazuha began explaining. “Just like when you go to a restaurant, you generally remember the really good and really bad, no one remembers the average stuff.”

“Ah I see what you mean,” you responded. “That’s true, but I promise you I’m not going to forget this ice cream no matter how good, bad, or average it is.”

“And why’s that?” Kazuha chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t tell me, is it because you’re sharing it with me?”

“How’d you know?”

“You’re getting predictable,” Kazuha laughed, smiling brightly.

“And you’re so-”

“Pretty?”

“Beautiful.”

The way her face lit up when she smiled was absolutely enchanting. She didn’t know it, but she had you wrapped around her finger, you were starting to think you’d do anything for this girl. No, you already knew it, you would do anything for this girl. Your heart rate whenever she smiled was all the confirmation you needed.

“Your sundae, enjoy!” a cheery staff member dropped off the bowl of ice cream at your table. “Let me know if you need anything else!”

“Thank you,” Kazuha smiled respectfully at the young girl before turning back to you. “It looks good.”

“Then let’s find out if it’s as good as it looks.”

Kazuha picked up her spoon, scooping up some of the cookie crumbles and fudge ice cream onto it before holding it out for you. Taking her lead, you opened your mouth and let her feed you.

“Wow,” you mumbled as the taste hit your tongue. “That is seriously way better than I expected.”

“Is it?” Kazuha looked at you with glee.

“Yeah, here,” you picked up your spoon and returned the favor, feeding Kazuha the ice cream. Her eyes lit up immediately - she was so unbelievably cute. “Right?”

“You weren’t kidding, that’s amazing,” Kazuha gushed, going for another bite.

Something you noticed, and loved, about Kazuha was that she wasn’t afraid to eat. Even though she was exceptionally feminine and graceful, she wasn’t shy when it came to food. It was adorable, especially with how expressive she would be when the food was good. Within just a minute, full of spoon hitting glass, the bowl of ice cream the two of you were sharing was practically emptied.

“So, Zuha, you never actually told me, what’s your major?” you asked as you put down your spoon. “I just realized I never asked what you wanted to do after school.”

“I’d love to one day teach ballet, and my major is biology,” she answered, scooping out pieces of cookies from the bottom of the bowl before looking up at you and laughing. “You look shocked.”

“Sorry, it’s a lovely dream, I just wasn’t expecting it,” you chuckled. “So I guess the next natural question would be why the hell did you pick biology if you want to teach ballet?”

“Well, I’ve been training ballet my whole life,” Kazuha explained. “And I wanted to do something interesting and challenging on top of that, so I found myself in biochemical sciences.”

That would explain why she was so graceful, you thought to yourself. “That’s awesome, and quite admirable.”

“Thank you. It can be pretty tough managing all of that while still trying to keep some semblance of a social life.”

“You seem to be doing alright,” you replied with a smile. “Especially if you found time to go on a date with me.”

“I make time for things I want to do,” Kazuha smiled back, making your cheeks warm. “What, no cheeky response this time?”

“Sorry, sometimes it’s just so hard to focus on anything other than your smile.”

“There it is,” Kazuha laughed while rolling her eyes.

“Hey, I know it’s getting kinda late, but would you want-”

“I’d love to come over for a bit,” Kazuha cut you off, smiling brighter than ever.

—

“How could you possibly forget sugar?” you burst out laughing. “They’re cookies, that’s like, the most basic part.”

“That was Chaewon’s responsibility, not mine!” Kazuha defended herself. “Anyway, we tried making them without it.”

“You tried making cookies without sugar?” you laughed even harder. “I gotta know, how’d they turn out?”

“I don’t know, we ended up burning them,” Kazuha joined you in laughter. “I’ll have to make them for you some day.”

“After hearing about your baking skills, I think I’m alright,” you teased, picking up your glass of champagne and taking another sip. “I don’t think I’ll be buying your cookbook.”

“You sure?” Kazuha took a big sip before putting her own glass down. “I’ll even sign it for you,” she added, leaning closer to you.

“Depends what you sign it as,” you replied, putting your glass down as well, opening your arms for Kazuha to snuggle up with you.

“And what would you want me to sign it as?” she asked, her face right in front of yours.

“My girlfriend?”

“I thought we agreed it’s too early,” she whispered, moving her lips even closer to yours. “That one day wasn’t enough time?”

“It’s past midnight already,” you whispered into her mouth before leaning forward and closing the gap slightly.

“Have we really been talking for that long?” she whispered back, closing it some more.

And just like that, you found your lips softly brushing again Kazuha’s once more. The kiss was soft; Kazuha’s pretty eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, sweet and tender. The room went silent, completely still, as the air was filled with the lingering sounds of your lips colliding. A tender echo, her sweet breaths reverberating in your ears, perfectly describing the gentle and warm feeling you had coursing through your body as you kissed Kazuha. Delicate and calm, you got lost in her touch.

She brought her hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face lightly, leaning into you. Meanwhile, your hand explored her body, rubbing against her core, feeling through her top how toned she was. Your hand slowly slid lower until it was resting against the side of her thigh, slipping just a bit underneath her skirt.

Kazuha pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, a hint of hesitation showing. “I’m not ready to go all the way,” she whispered softly.

“I’m in no rush,” you whispered back, pressing your lips forward again.

Her eyes shot wide open for a moment before she slowly closed them again, relief calming her down as she began gently prodding her tongue against yours. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed your wrist and gently guided it along her leg until your palm was resting against her soft ass before she brought her hand back up to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly grabbing your hair.

Following her lead, you gave her ass a gentle squeeze, making sure not to push past her boundaries. The way she kissed you, the increase in passion, was confirmation that she was okay with it. Her body was perfect, you got lost in the warmth of her skin, your fingers brushing just slightly against the fabric of her underwear by mistake.

Yet, she didn’t pull back at all. She didn’t seem to mind, at least that’s what her kiss was telling you. Kazuha was getting more and more aggressive with it, and soon enough you found yourself falling onto your back with Kazuha on top of you. Her hands which were previously squeezing your hair, returned to your face, cupping your cheeks again as her tongue pushed audaciously into your mouth.

Her passion was met with your own as you brought your other hand around her body, holding her perfectly sculpted ass in your palms. You gave her a few soft squeezes, addicted to her body, at this point your palms were placed directly on her ass, your fingers gently kneading her softness. Caution was slowly dissipating as you got more comfortable with each other’s bodies.

The moment felt like it was stretching, enveloping you in excitement, a sign of hopefully some future with the girl you were holding onto. However, even though you could have kept going all night, you could feel the natural end coming. With her cheeks flushed red, and a soft smile on her lips, Kazuha pulled back, breathing deeply above you.

“I could really get used to this,” she smiled warmly down at you.

“I’m definitely not going to stop you,” you smiled back before pulling her into your embrace, gently rubbing her back as you took in the lovely scent of her shampoo. “Zuha, it’s getting kinda late.”

“Are you kicking me out?” Kazuha giggled as she started to get off you.

Without hesitation, you pulled her back in even tighter. “Absolutely not,” you clarified, giving the top of her head a little peck. “I was just going to ask if you have class tomorrow morning.”

“I do,” Kazuha sighed heavily. “But it’s fine, I’ll skip it.”

“I can’t in good conscience be responsible for that,” you replied when Kazuha’s phone began ringing. “You going to skip that, too?”

“I probably shouldn’t,” Kazuha groaned as she leaned over towards the table, nearly falling off the couch if it wasn’t for you catching her. “Thanks,” she giggled before answering. “Hello? No, I'm not still out. No, I'm not drunk. Yes Chaewon-ah, I’m safe. Are you done? Oh my God, bye.”

“Cookie girl?” you teased as Kazuha sat up and began stretching.

“Yeah,” she yawned, arms straight up, her top riding up just enough for you to see her perfectly sculpted abs. “I had a lot of fun today,” she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling as she let her arms fall to her side, shoulders slumped.

“I did too,” you smiled back, sitting up as well to give her another quick kiss. “Want me to walk you back to your room?”

“Actually,” Kazuha bit her lip nervously. “I kinda promised Chaewon that I wouldn’t drink tonight, I don’t really want her to know.”

“Zuha, you should have told me. We didn’t have to finish that bottle.”

“No no, I wanted to drink with you… I guess I felt safe with you,” she replied softly. “But now I have to ask, do you mind if I spend the night? I really don’t want to get scolded by her.”

“Uh, sure, but don’t you think she’ll be more concerned if you spend the night?”

“Nah, she’s going to have to get used to it anyway,” Kazuha replied casually while standing up and holding her hand out for you. “I’m going to be spending the night in my boyfriend’s room from time to time.”

“Boyfriend?” you stood up and grabbed her hand excitedly. “Does that mean…”

“Yes,” Kazuha silenced you with another kiss. “Boyfriend. Fuck timelines, I’m ready if you are.”

If only she could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. “Definitely,” you smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze.

—

“I’m pretty impressed that you have all this makeup remover stuff,” Kazuha commented as she walked out of your bathroom. “You have girls over often or something?”

“Umm.”

“Oh, I completely forgot about…” Kazuha’s cheeks turned bright red. “Sorry, ignore that.”

“Her name is Sana, but no,” you answered honestly, ignoring her embarrassment. “That stuff is from when I was with my ex. She was the last girl I let in my room.”

“I see, well, it’s very convenient regardless,” Kazuha replied as she looked around your room.

“You’re more than welcome to borrow whatever clothes you’d like by the way, I assume you’re not sleeping in that,” you added as you took off your shirt and pants before getting into your bed, admiring how incredibly stunning Kazuha looked even without makeup - this girl was unreal.

“It’s fine,” a shy smile formed on Kazuha’s lips before she turned around and began stripping down to her underwear as well. “You don’t mind, right?”

“By all means, whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

“I’m going to turn the lights off before I get in, alright?”

“Sure,” you replied casually while plugging your phone into your charger. “Just be careful, don’t trip on anything.”

“I will,” Kazuha responded as she shut off the lights. In the darkness, Kazuha took a second before slipping into the bed next to you, her beautiful face barely visible under the faint moonlight shining through your window. “Can I ask you another question?”

“You can always ask me a question.”

“How’d you like feeling my body earlier while we kissed?”

“Ah, what a question,” you chuckled. “Your body is fucking amazing Zuha, I can tell you work out a lot.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” Kazuha asked, her voice littered with allure in the most teasing way possible.

“Your abs, they’re rock solid.”

“Let’s play a little game, how about you try finding my abs in the dark?” Kazuha teased, giggling softly.

“Sounds fun,” you smirked, reaching your hand across the bed. You fumbled around for a second until your hand made contact with skin, soft skin. It took you a moment before you realized what you were holding. “Yup, that’s a titty, and you aren’t wearing a bra.”

“You’re right,” she giggled, grabbing your wrist and sliding it down until your hand was rubbing against her core. “And these are my abs.”

“Damn, they’re so nice,” you moaned softly. “We should workout together, you could train me.”

“Sure,” Kazuha whispered before sliding your wrist even lower. “And how does this feel?”

“Zuha,” you gasped as she placed your hand between her legs, and sure enough, she wasn’t wearing anything. “What happened to not being ready tonight?”

“This is different,” she whispered. “I’ve already sucked your cock in a bathroom, this is pretty harmless if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but-”

“If you’re not comfortable, I won’t be offended if you pull away.”

Yeah, there was no chance you were doing that.

“You’re sure about this?” you asked carefully as you began rubbing between her legs softly, feeling how wet she was.

“Absolutely,” she muttered, sliding closer to you.

“Then I want this to be perfect,” you whispered back, sliding your other hand under her body and wrapping it around her, placing it on her chest, giving her tit a soft squeeze. “Tell me what feels good.”

“What you’re doing now is nice,” she moaned as you rubbed slow and steady circles against her clit.

“Good,” you breathed before leaning forward and finding her lips.

As you began kissing her, you started moving your fingers a bit faster, sliding down her slit every few circles, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. You used her moans as your guidance, feeling for when you hit the right spots, hyperfocusing on what made Kazuha feel good. Once you began finding a rhythm, figuring her out, you started speeding up some more.

“Fuck that’s nice,” she moaned, separating her lips from yours, breathing into your mouth heavily.

With that moment of opportunity, you shoved your mouth into her neck and began kissing her collarbone. At the same time, you pinched her nipple softly with one hand and eased one finger into her pussy, just up until the first knuckle.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing the back of your head with her hand and latching onto your hair. “Go deeper.”

And that was exactly what you did, pushing your finger deeper while using your thumb to rub her clit. You also took the opportunity to move lower down her body, leaving her neck and putting your mouth on her nipple, sucking it taut. With your mouth on one nipple and your finger lightly pinching the other, you found something was working because Kazuha’s whole body was moving up and down with her moans at this point.

Your fingers worked nonstop, gently fucking her pussy, daring to go deeper with each thrust. It was a balancing act of making her feel good and making sure you don’t go too hard, a balancing act that you were succeeding in, clearly. But you wanted more.

“Zuha,” you pulled back, looking up at her. “Can I go down on you?”

Even in the darkness, you could see her bite her lower lip nervously. “Maybe just… just fingers tonight… if that’s okay,” she mumbled quietly.

“No problem,” you whispered back before leaning forward and kissing her again.

She was hesitant for just a second before she got back into it, that burning passion returning with a vengeance. As you kissed her, you went back to slipping your finger into her soft pussy. She was warm, and incredibly wet, a soft wet squishing sound filled the room, mixed with the sound of your kiss, as you pushed your finger in and out of her.

With your tongue down her mouth and one hand gently massaging her tit, it really didn’t take much longer for you to start feeling Kazuha’s insides squeezing against your finger. In rhythmic beauty, she began moaning into your mouth, gasping and panting as her pussy pressed down hard. You slipped your finger out and began rubbing soft circles around her clit, making sure not to press too hard.

Kazuha rode her orgasm out for as long as she could, making sure to never separate her lips from yours. It wasn’t until her body finally relaxed did she stop kissing you. “I can’t believe how comfortable I feel around you,” Kazuha mumbled, rubbing wrapping her hands around your body gently. “To think, I only met you because of that stupid punishment.”

“You’re telling me,” you gave her a small squeeze. “I can’t believe how quickly things are moving.”

“Yeah,” Kazuha sighed. “I guess I set the tempo kinda fast this morning.”

“Zuha,” you paused to give her cheek a kiss. “We agreed to forget about that silliness, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I know, but I can’t exactly forget what I did,” Kazuha laughed softly. “Seriously I promise I’m not that type of girl.”

“Zuha-”

“Like, I know it kinda seems like it with what happened this morning and the fact that I’m literally laying in your bed naked, but I swear-”

“Zuha!” you interrupted her. “It’s fine, seriously, I wouldn’t have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didn’t really like you. So what if things are moving fast, who cares?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Let’s just let things happen, do what feels right,” you added, playing with the muscles on her back. “Whatever feels natural, I’m here with you and committed to making this work.”

“Then how about you let me take care of you?” Kazuha giggled softly.

“What?”

“You realize I can feel everything in this position, right?”

“Alright well with how fucking hot you are, there’s not a straight man on this planet who wouldn’t be, not in this position.”

“I’m not blaming you,” Kazuha whispered, leaning back so that she was face to face with you. She slowly snaked her hand down your body, softly rubbing your shaft through your underwear. “It would be pretty cruel of me if I didn’t, not after what you just did for me.”

“I’m happy just holding you, there’s no pressure for you to do anything tonight,” you replied, your breath hitching as Kazuha slipped her delicate fingers down your waistband. “Really, Zuha, if you’re tired it’s totally fine.”

“Let’s be real with ourselves,” Kazuha leaned forward and kissed you before smiling softly at you. “Neither of us are sleeping much tonight.”

“Is that so?” you moaned as she took a gentle grip on your shaft.

“That’s right,” she whispered before pushing you onto your back. Then, inch by inch, she planted kisses down your body. She started at your neck, moving lower, kissing your chest tenderly, all the while still stroking your cock. As she moved lower down your body, she started stroking faster and faster, pausing only to yank your underwear down. “Did I ever tell you why my punishment involved sucking someone off?”

“No,” you flinched as Kazuha let a glob of her warm spit fall onto your cock.

“Because I love sucking cock,” she answered in a whisper.

Before you could respond, Kazuha engulfed your cock in her mouth, making a firm seal around your tip with her lips, prodding softly at your hole with her tongue. Then, she lowered her mouth, swallowing your whole cock in one swift motion before slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulling back up to your tip. After that, she repeated the motion a few more times, plunging down your cock and slowly withdrawing. Any degree of awkwardness from the first time had been replaced with familiarity now as Kazuha worked your cock like an expert.

“Fuck me, Zuha, that feels so fucking good,” you heaved, trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah?” she replied, her voice soft as sugar, before she leaned in and started kissing your balls.

“Yeah, the only shame is not being able to see that beautiful face.”

“Then turn the lamp on,” Kazuha cooed, tossing your blanket to the side and climbing over you, positioning herself between your legs before putting your cock back into her mouth.

As per her suggestion, you leaned over and turned on a small lamp you kept on your side table. With that, you felt your cock ready to completely erupt as you took a look at Kazuha who was staring up at you. Her eyes were so fucking beautiful. You couldn’t hold back, not with how good she looked right now with her cheeks hollowed, moving steadily up and down your shaft.

“Zuha, you’re going to make me cum,” you mumbled, straining and squirming your whole body as you desperately tried to hold back. “I can’t…”

She wasn’t phased at all, she just kept on sucking your cock at the same excruciatingly slow pace. The next who-knows-how-many seconds went by in a flash, instantly yet somehow lasting forever at the same time. She never once broke eye contact, and her mouth never once changed tempo, all that changed was how much pressure she applied with her lips, expertly varying it to make your cock feel that much better.

It wasn’t until the first burst of your cum flew into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, did she finally stop moving. As your cum began volleying into her mouth, she held her lips tight around your cock, making sure not a single drop leaked through the smirk that formed on her face. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were fading into adorable little crescents as she proudly accepted all of your cum into her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” you cried out, your cock still pumping away.

Kazuha waited until the impulses slowed down, she let you slowly regain strength, but then as she felt your body relaxing, she started bobbing her head up and down your cock again as fast as she could.

“Please,” you moaned as your cock went into a frenzy, the final few shots of cum flying into Kazuha’s mouth. “Holy fuck!”

Once you were finally done, Kazuha slowly pulled back, letting a fountain of your white cum spill down your shaft as she lifted her lips off, tilting her back before swallowing everything in her mouth.

“I thought there was a lot last time,” Kazuha giggled, unable to contain her proud smile as she grinned from ear to ear. “But there’s so much more this time.”

“Zuha that was so fucking good, look,” you opened your eyes wide. “I’m literally in tears.”

“Good,” she smirked before leaning forward and using her tongue to scoop your cum off your shaft into her mouth. “I’ll do this for you whenever you want. Every night if you want.”

“I would literally die,” you inhaled sharply as her tongue grazed against your tip. “I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else all day.”

“Did you really like it that much?” she asked while licking nearing your shaft, looking for more spilled cum.

“Zuha,” you sat up and grabbed her by the arms. “Yes, I don’t know how to convince you.”

She looked deep into your eyes, her beautiful round eyes shimmering in the dim light of your room. Those beautiful features, the perfect face, sporting a soft expression as she stared at you. “I believe you,” she whispered before closing her eyes and tilting her head.

Without hesitation, you met her movement and pressed your lips firmly against hers, bringing your hands around her body and feeling her back. Her skin was so soft, you wanted to touch and feel her body forever. Unfortunately for you, the kiss did not last forever, and eventually you had to let go of her.

“I know we agreed not to talk about exes, but can I tell you something?” Zuha asked as she snuggled up in your arms.

“What’s up?”

“He’d never kiss me after I-”

Before replying, you pushed her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth again. “Sounds like an idiot, no offense,” you replied casually. “I’ll never understand that. If I’m willing to suck on a girl’s vagina, I feel like kissing after head is really not a big deal.”

“I’ve never actually had anyone…” her voice trailed off.

“Zuha,” you let go of her and sat up, looking down at her. “Is that why you didn’t let me go down on you earlier?”

Her cheeks turned red as she avoided your gaze for a moment before she looked back up at you and nodded slowly. You bent forward and kissed her again, repeatedly, on the lips for about a minute before sitting up again.

“It’s entirely your choice, I’d never make you do something that you’re not comfortable with,” you began softly while rubbing her thigh. “But I want you to know, I’d love nothing more than to make you feel good.”

“I just can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed,” Kazuha admitted quietly. “It’s not that I’m not comfortable with you, because I am, I just don’t know…”

“I never want you to feel embarrassed around me,” you spoke softly as you moved down the bed and began slowly spreading her legs. “Do I have your permission?”

She hesitated again, as if fighting an internal battle, but then she nodded, her eyes shimmering as the early signs of dawn crept through your window.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” she whispered back, adjusting herself to get more comfortable.

“Then just relax,” you instructed her softly before pressing your lips below her navel and leaving a long, very drawn out kiss on her skin. Then, as you slid a bit lower, you paused to reach up and grab Kazuha’s hands. She took your lead, interlocking her fingers with yours and taking a deep breath. “You’re so incredibly breathtaking, just tell me what feels good,” you murmured, letting the breath of your words hit her pussy.

Your mouth began drooling at this point, overwhelmed by how enticing Kazuha’s pussy looked right now as the sun crept through the window some more, making her body glisten beautifully. It was enchanting. You pressed your lips to her pussy, holding steady as Kazuha took a deep breath, letting her get truly comfortable with your touch before giving her pussy a tender kiss.

“You alright?”

“Mhmm,” Kazuha breathed, giving your fingers a little squeeze, encouraging you to keep going.

Even that small taste of her body had you desperate for more. You wanted nothing more than to shove your face as deep into her pussy as physically possible, to suck and lick her until the sun went down again. But this was less for you, and more for Kazuha, so you took it slow.

With your mouth opened wide, you carefully pressed down on her pussy, creating a seal with your lips and her skin. She squeezed your hand again as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against her folds. You began pressing down, applying pressure with various parts of your tongue, truly relishing in the slight tang of Kazuha’s pussy. She tasted so addicting despite it being so subtle.

And just like that, you were addicted and completely consumed by Kazuha’s taste. Paired with the sounds of Kazuha moaning as you applied more pressure with your tongue and lips, you were in heaven. You moved around, exploring Kazuha’s body to your heart’s desire, pausing occasionally to give her inner thighs kisses before latching back onto her pussy.

The more you feasted, the more she gave. Your lower face was completely drenched in Kazuha’s wetness as she leaked all over you. It wasn’t possible to lap it all up, despite how hard you tried, but you tried nonetheless. As her pussy, wet and warm, responded to your touch, her moans became even more vocal. She was definitely trying to stay quiet to the best of her ability, but she was failing as she got closer.

Especially now, as you could feel her body trembling slightly, each lick made her body jolt. Each kiss sent her into a frenzy. Her moans crescendoed as you sped up, sucking and licking her pussy with all of your power, and her thighs began pressing against the sides of your head and her fingers threatened to crush yours.

Then, with a particularly hefty gush of pleasure jetting out of her pussy, Kazuha began crying out in pleasure, her body convulsing in your mouth. “Oh fuck,” she sobbed, digging her nails into the back of your hands. “That feels so good.”

All you wanted to do was make her feel good - nothing brought you more pleasure. You held yourself in place between Kazuha’s legs, not that you could move even if you wanted to thanks to how hard her legs were clamping down on your face, and you gently teased her pussy with your tongue, giving it a few flicks before planting a very soft kiss on her clit, sucking on it tenderly.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Kazuha moaned, letting go of your hand and pushing your face away, detaching your mouth from her sensitive clit. “It’s too much.”

As soon as she pushed your head away, you dove back in and started kissing her thighs, switching back and forth between them. You knew her pussy was far too sensitive right now, the most you did was let your breath hit her skin, even that earned a full-body shudder. You gave her a final kiss on each thigh before crawling back up the bed next to Kazuha.

She turned to face you, and without saying a word, she lunged for your mouth, kissing you passionately and deeply - harder than ever. You let her take control, she got to guide the kiss, regulate the passion to her desires. Kazuha went on for a bit, even wrapping her leg around your body, rubbing her warmth against you until she was finally satisfied. She backed up, looking you straight in the eyes, the most precious girl you have ever seen in your life.

“That was amazing,” she muttered quietly, unable to contain her smile.

“You’re amazing,” you replied, giving her butt a small pat before glancing at your window. “The sun’s up.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“Me neither,” you smiled back, giving her another kiss. “So, what should we do?”

“Do you have class?” she asked.

“I’ll skip it if you skip yours.”

“I’m definitely skipping,” Kazuha giggled.

“Then I guess I don’t have class.”

“Perfect,” she turned around and snuggled her body into yours.

Within just a minute of being in your arms, the ‘not sleepy’ girl passed out, pushing against your body with each deep breath she took. You gave her one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

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A/N:

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS. I've been wanting to write this for so long and I finally decided to sit down and get to it. Words really cannot explain how into Kazuha I am at the moment, but hopefully this fic at least shed some light on my recent addiction over her.

I don't know what to work on next. The next Dating Seraphs chapter is going to be kinda Kazuha heavy, so I kinda don't want to post that right after this. I think this fic is the first time I've blatantly teased some of the other idols who will be appearing in Roommates, I hope that's exciting for some of you!

Maybe I'll try releasing something else around the New Years, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this fic though, I can't rememember the last time I wrote this much straight up one-on-one fluff in a fic. There's going to be a third part to this mini series, and I promise you that one will have some sex scenes!

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sea view

Pairing: Harry Styles x wife!reader

Summary: Harry and his pregnant wife spending a day at the beach <3

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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The golden sun hung lazily on the horizon, stretching its warm fingers across the beach. Each wave that lapped at the shore seemed to echo the steady rhythm of your heart, entwined with his. Harry’s hand slid down to yours, lacing your fingers together as you walked along the edge of the tide, the cool water occasionally licking at your toes. His thumb traced idle patterns against your skin, the gesture almost absentminded but deeply affectionate. The closeness of him made your chest feel full, as if the love you shared could hardly be contained in such a quiet moment.

Harry stopped suddenly, letting out a content sigh and stretching his arms out wide as if to embrace the entire ocean. “Do you ever stop to think about how mad all this is?” he asked, his voice tinged with wonder. He looked back at you, his eyes softening as they landed on your growing bump. “Me, you, this little bean in here.”

His free hand grazed your belly, his fingertips trailing delicately over the fabric of your sundress. The tenderness of the gesture sent a wave of warmth through you, a shiver of excitement and love.

“Mad is one way to describe it,” you replied, a smile curling on your lips. “Miraculous is another.”

“Miraculous,” Harry repeated, the word rolling off his tongue as if savoring it. He stopped walking entirely, tugging your hand gently to pull you closer. The sight of him then—bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, his features soft with awe—took your breath away.

“I don’t think there’s a single word that could do justice to this,” he said, his voice quieter now. His hand splayed fully over your belly, his fingers flexing slightly as if memorizing the curve of your form. “Or to you.”

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze, and you ducked your head instinctively, embarrassed by the intensity of his admiration. Harry wasn’t having it, though. His fingers tilted your chin up with a gentle insistence, and his smile—equal parts cheeky and adoring—melted your heart.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “I want to see that glow.”

“Harry, you’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, though you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“Ridiculously in love with my wife,” he corrected, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. “And ridiculously lucky that she agreed to carry my baby, even if I did forget to take the bins out last night.”

“Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten that,” you quipped, poking him lightly in the chest. “But maybe I’ll forgive you… if you’re good.”

“Define ‘good,’” he murmured, his voice dropping into that lower, teasing tone that always turned your knees to jelly.

Before you could answer, he kissed you. It was slow and deep, like the tide itself had paused just to give you this moment. His lips moved against yours with a kind of reverence that made your heart race, and when he finally pulled back, you were breathless, leaning into him for support.

“Good enough?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed, pushing lightly at his chest. “Barely. But you’re getting there.”

By the time you reached the blanket he’d set up on the sand, Harry had already shrugged off his shoes and set down the picnic basket he’d carried. The blanket was oversized and ridiculously plush, covered in cushions that looked far too fancy for a beach day. You arched a brow at him as you lowered yourself carefully onto it.

“This is very… elaborate,” you teased, smoothing a hand over the soft fabric.

“Only the best for my girl,” Harry said, dropping to his knees beside you and immediately pulling a container of strawberries from the basket.

“For the lady,” he said with a theatrical flourish, holding one up to your lips. The grin on his face was pure mischief, but it softened when you took the strawberry, your teeth sinking into the juicy fruit. He watched you like you were performing magic, his gaze warm and unblinking.

“You’re spoiling me,” you said, leaning back against the cushions with a smirk.

“You deserve to be spoiled,” he replied, his voice turning serious. He shifted to lie on his side next to you, propping himself up on one elbow. His free hand found its natural place on your bump, his fingers spreading wide as though he wanted to feel every inch of the connection between you and the baby. “Can I spoil you a little more?”

“What are you up to, Styles?” you asked suspiciously, narrowing your eyes.

“I was thinking,” he said, a mischievous glint sparking in his gaze, “that the sea looks awfully inviting. Fancy a swim?”

You hesitated, glancing out at the gentle waves. “I don’t know. I feel like a beached whale these days.”

Harry let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart flutter. “Don’t even joke about that. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And I mean it. Come on, love. Let me hold you in the water. It'll feel good.”

The water was cooler than you’d expected, but not unpleasant. True to his word, Harry’s arms were around you the moment you waded in, holding you close as if you might drift away.

“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. The closeness made your heart flutter, and you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance.

“No, not bad,” you admitted, leaning into him. The sensation of the water buoying your weight was freeing, and you found yourself relaxing completely against his chest.

Harry’s hands roamed gently—one resting against the curve of your lower back, the other slipping under the water to cradle your belly. His thumb rubbed soft circles, and his touch felt reverent, almost worshipful.

“You’re carrying a part of me,” he said, his voice quiet, almost as if he was talking to himself. “Our baby. How do you do it? How are you this strong?”

Your throat tightened at his words, but you managed a small laugh. “I think you’ve got a romanticized view of it. There’s a lot of complaining and ice cream involved.”

“And I’ll listen to every complaint and buy every pint of ice cream for the rest of our lives,” he vowed, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

You nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Harry kissed you then, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that made you feel as though the entire world had disappeared.

When you returned to the blanket, the sun was dipping below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in hues of pink and orange. Harry handed you a towel and then promptly decided it was a better idea to dry your legs himself, taking far longer than necessary and sneaking cheeky kisses every time he bent closer.

“You know what I think?” he said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmm?”

“I think our baby is going to be just like you—kind, strong, stubborn as hell,” he teased, earning a light elbow to the ribs. He winced dramatically. “Oi, I’m fragile, you know!”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” you replied, trying to sound annoyed, though your smile betrayed you.

“Insufferably handsome,” he corrected, puffing his chest out a little. “And insufferably mad about you.”

“Oh, here we go,” you groaned playfully, covering your face with your hands. “Should I prepare myself for another Shakespearean sonnet about my ‘radiant glow’?”

“Not just a glow—your divine luminescence,” he countered with a grin, rolling onto his back and pretending to gaze at the sky. “It rivals the sun, the moon, the stars—”

“Alright, enough!” you said, laughing as you reached for a pillow from the blanket and swung it at him. Harry caught it with a laugh, holding it above his head like a trophy.

“Violence against a man praising his wife!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “What will the baby think?”

“They’ll think you’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love,” he shot back, leaning over to kiss you despite the pillow still clutched in his hand. “But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you pushed him back onto the blanket. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Harry grinned, tossing the pillow aside and pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest again. “I really am,” he said quietly, the humor giving way to genuine affection in his tone. After a beat, he added, “But if the baby gets my sense of humor, you’re in trouble.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, shaking your head. “Then I really will be outnumbered.”

Harry let out a loud laugh, the sound blending with the waves as the sky deepened into twilight. The two of you stayed there, bickering playfully and exchanging kisses until the stars began to appear, painting the start of your next chapter in a perfect blend of love and laughter.

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Tim Bradford x fiancé rookie!fem!reader please? When the reader is a rookie and she pulled over her fiancé. Cute fluff 😂

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Warnings: fluff, Nyla Harper (this probably doesn't need an explanation). rookie!reader, 1.8k+ words.

Flirting With Cops

“I’m sorry, I don’t- run me through this one more time,” Nyla says, somewhere between exasperated and interested. “You had a secret boyfriend that nobody knew about, and then you just show up with a rock after a weekend off? Secret boyfriend is now secret fiancé?”

“Kinda,” you answer, slowing as you approach an intersection.

“Kinda. Elaborate?” Nyla asks, leaning forward with wide eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like to talk about personal lives in the shop,” you argue.

“I don’t talk about my personal life in the shop. Right now, we’re talking about yours.”

You don’t answer, but Nyla’s eyes remain on you. Sighing, you make a right turn as you decide where to start.

“Secret boyfriend is secret fiancé now, yes,” you begin. “But he’s been secret fiancé for a while. I just forgot to take my ring off this morning. And I mean, I didn’t think it was a problem if I didn’t tell anyone I was seeing-“

“If you told me right now, would I be the first to know?” Nyla interjects.

“No. Grey knows.”

“Grey? Wade Grey? Sergeant Grey, Watch Commander-”

“Yes, that Grey. I needed an afternoon off to deal with some relationship stuff a while back, so I told him.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know how my fiancé would feel about that.”

Nyla sits back, quiet until she says, “He doesn’t get to decide who you tell about your life. How am I supposed to decide if he is good enough for you?”

“I thought TOs thought boots weren’t good enough, shouldn’t that be the other way around?” you joke.

Nyla says your name, and you immediately turn serious.

“Harper, I just- it’s not about him controlling me, and he doesn’t, I promise. I’m just not sure why it’s a problem.”

“Not a problem, just a trust and general welfare thing. I need to know that you’re okay all the time because your personal life impacts your cop life.”

“Got it. I will let you know if anything worth mentioning arises.”

“As your friend though-“

“We’re friends?”

Nyla says your last name, a quick warning. “As your friend, I want to know that he’s good enough for you because it’s what you deserve as a person, regardless of your career. Dating is a- there’s a lot that can and does go wrong in the dating world, but Los Angeles is a different animal. If you’re engaged, I’ll assume you know him well, but if or when you want to trust me with this, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Harper.”

“And tomorrow is plain clothes day, so if you want to talk about him while I’m not here, feel free.”

You chuckle, hitting the sirens and answering, “Yes, ma’am,” before calling in a traffic stop.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey,” Tim greets.

“I’m mad at you,” you reply, closing the door and moving around him.

“I’m sorry. Although I’d like to know what I’m sorry for,” Tim replies, his brows raised.

Setting your bag on the counter, you raise your left hand and look at him.

“I apologize for… proposing?” Tim guesses.

You sigh, dropping your head and your hand in tandem. Tim walks to you, and you let him pull you into a hug, putty in his hands as he holds you close.

“You- you put my ring on this morning before work and I forgot to take it off,” you murmur.

“So, our friends and coworkers know? Is that a problem?”

“Of course not. I’m not ashamed of you or trying to hide this or anything, Tim. I just- Nyla wants to know everything to decide if my fiancé is good enough for me.”

“And what will she find?”

“I’m honestly not sure,” you joke.

“Maybe I’ll tell her that it was a pity proposal. You’re a terrible fiancée.”

“I love you,” you reply, kissing his cheek.

“You’re a terrible fiancée… who doesn’t play fair,” Tim repeats, softening under your hands and kisses.

“What are you doing with your day off tomorrow?” you ask. “I know you miss plain clothes day.”

“I don’t know,” Tim answers, his hands sliding from your waist to the curve of your hip. “Rob a liquor store or something to see if you’re ready to ride alone, I guess.”

“Hmm. I was hoping for a real husband and not a prison husband.”

“Don’t start with me,” Tim warns.

“You brought up the liquor store!”

Tim’s hands tighten gently, his fingers pressing into you. You chuckle, leaning against him again as you sigh.

“You’re just going to sit here and miss me, I knew it,” you say against his shirt.

“You’ve got me figured out. Guess you’re good enough for me at least.”

“You guess?”

Tim doesn’t give you time to finish teasing him, pulling you impossibly closer as he kisses you to silence you. 

✯✯✯✯✯

“Just remember that I’m not here. Our shift got bumped so we’re working into the night, but don’t let that mess you up. You can do this as long as you remember what you’ve learned and apply it,” Nyla says, buckling her seatbelt.

“Nolan warned me that you were intense, but you’re really nice to me,” you reply.

Nyla doesn’t answer, invisible while you ride alone. Smiling to yourself, you wonder if talking about your fiancé would make her break.

✯✯✯✯✯

Thirty minutes after sunset, you haven’t done much on plain clothes day. Completed a few routine traffic stops, responded to two domestic calls, and narrowly avoided a flat tire, but nothing unusual or extreme. Your shift is nearly over, and while it’s too late to visit Tim, you’re ready to get home and rest before seeing him tomorrow.

Driving through Tim’s neighborhood as you finish your patrol, you hit the sirens when a blue pickup truck runs a stop sign. Nyla exits the shop as you do, standing at the back of the vehicle while you approach the window.

“Good eve-“ you begin, freezing when you see who is sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Can I help you, officer?” Tim asks, failing to hide his smile as he sits back in the seat.

“I, uh… you ran a stop sign.”

“Yeah,” Tim answers. “But, surely, there’s some way you can let me go. Right, officer?”

“It’s frowned upon to flirt with police officers during traffic stops, sir.”

You suddenly remember Nyla is behind you and glance over, unsurprised to find her watching you intently.

“Uh, Harper, would you give a fellow cop a ticket for running a stop sign?” you ask.

“I’m not here,” she reminds you, failing to hide that she wants to know who’s in the truck.

Turning back to Tim, you ask, “License and registration?”

Tim nods, pulling his wallet out and handing it to you. When you open it and have no problem finding both, Nyla begins fidgeting. 

“Whose car is this?” you ask quietly.

“Rental. My sister needed help moving something but my power steering’s acting up.”

Nodding, you hand his wallet back.

“I’m going to let you off with a warning, sir, but regardless of whether or not you live here and know how busy the intersection is, you need to stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tim replies, brushing his fingers over yours.

He drives away as you and Nyla get back in the shop. Her eyes are on you, but she remains silent. When your watch beeps at the end of your shift, and you’re still two blocks from the station, she breaks.

“Who was that? You were flirting so I thought it was your fiancé or something but then you asked about a fellow cop,” Nyla says quickly, not taking a breath until she’s done.

“You weren’t there,” you argue. “You didn’t see a thing.”

Nyla groans. “I will find out. I know I told you it was your decision to trust me, but I need you to trust me. Please?”

“Maybe tomorrow. When you’re back in the shop with me. By the way, how’d I do?”

“You did great. Until the end. That last traffic stop was iffy but since it was a fellow cop I’ll give you a pass on that one. You did check everything and give a warning, so I can’t really ask for more.”

Sighing, you park in the station lot and turn off the ignition. 

“Thanks, Harper. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, you most definitely will.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“This isn’t going to end well for me,” you whisper as you walk into the station.

“It’ll be fine,” Tim promises.

“You don’t have to ride with Harper after she finds out!”

“Hey,” Tim calls, gently hooking his fingers behind your bicep to pull you back to his side. “You will be fine.”

“I know. Thank you.”

A few minutes later, as you enter roll call, Nyla sits on the table in the front row.

“Spill,” she demands.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Angela asks.

“She’s dating a cop. Scratch that- she’s engaged to a cop. Pulled him over last night and got all flirty.”

“No ‘what happens in the shop stays in the shop’?” you ask.

“Nope. Now, do we know him?” Nyla asks.

You nod, and Angela asks, “Have we worked with him often?”

“Yes.”

“Is he in this room?” Nyla asks, looking over her shoulder.

“No.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I was having serious concerns about your taste in men,” Nyla sighs.

“Was he driving his own car last night?” Angela inquires.

“Oh, that’s a good question. I didn’t recognize it,” Nyla adds.

“No, it was a rental,” you explain.

“Just spit it out!” Nyla begs.

“Harper!” Tim yells, stepping inside. “Grey needs to see you.”

“He’s in the room now,” you whisper.

“Timothy Bradford?!” Angela yells.

“What?” Nyla asks, looking back and forth between you quickly.

“Tim and I started dating while I was in the academy, and we got engaged about a month ago,” you state. “And Grey knows because we had to tell him.”

“Wait, so you pulled over your fiancé last night?” Angela smiles at you before looking at Tim. “What did you do?”

“I ran a stop sign. Nothing you haven’t done. Don’t look at me like that Angela.”

“You’re dating a boot, I get to look at you however I want to.”

“So, Harper, is he good enough for me?”

Nyla purses her lips in thought. “Depends. Let me see the ring?”

You laugh, and Tim smiles before exiting the room, glad he can talk about you freely now.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Nyla wants to talk to you,” you tell Tim when you pass him coming out of the locker room. “Good luck.”

“Can’t be as bad as what Grey told me,” Tim replies, shrugging.

“What did Grey tell you?”

“Uh- well- I think Nyla needed to see me, so I’ll meet you at the truck in a few minutes,” Tim rambles, avoiding your question.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I’m glad we told people. Even if we were partially forced to,” you say, leaning your head against Tim’s shoulder.

“You want to show me off? I mean, I understand, but I thought-“ Tim groans when you hit his shoulder.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you. Even though you’re a terrible fiancée.”

“Imagine what a terrible wife I’ll be.”

Tim tugs you closer as he responds, “I do. All the time. Especially when you pulled me over.”

[unfgvien]

valentines day

pairing - natasha x reader

summary - Natasha receives love coupons from her wife, Yn, on Valentine's Day, fostering a deeper connection and extending their love through practical assistance and heartfelt gestures.

word count - 752

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the cozy kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Natasha hummed softly, arranging a vase of vibrant red tulips on the kitchen table. It was Valentine's Day, and she was expecting a quiet evening with her wife, Yn.

Yn emerged from the bedroom, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She carried a small, elaborately decorated box, tied with a crimson ribbon. Natasha paused, her humming ceasing. She watched as Yn approached, a smile playing on her lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," Yn said, her voice soft. She presented the box to Natasha.

Natasha took the box gently, her fingers tracing the intricate ribbon. Inside, nestled amongst tissue paper, was a stack of small, colorful cards. Each card had a picture on it, and below the image, a simple phrase was written in Yn's elegant handwriting. Natasha looked at her wife, confusion evident on her face.

"What are these? " she asked, her voice a low murmur.

"Love coupons," Yn replied, a playful twinkle in her eye. "One for each thing I promise to do for you this month. "

Natasha opened a card. It showed a picture of a steaming cup of coffee and read, "One free cup of coffee made by me, anytime you want. " She chuckled softly. The next card depicted a pair of hands kneading dough. "One homemade meal of your choice. " Then came a card with a drawing of a comfy armchair and a book; "One uninterrupted hour of reading time, with me making you tea. " Natasha felt warmth spreading through her chest. These were small gestures, simple things, but they spoke volumes about Yn's love and thoughtfulness.

The coupons covered a range of things. Some were practical: "One load of laundry done by me," "One chore of your choice completed," "One car wash. " Others were more romantic: "One back rub," "One hour of uninterrupted cuddling," "One romantic dinner of your choice. " And some were just plain silly: "One impromptu dance party in the living room," "One hour of listening to your favourite music without complaint," "One attempt at singing your favorite song (no guarantees on quality). "

Natasha's initial confusion melted away, replaced by a wave of gratitude and affection. She loved Yn’s creativity. This wasn't just a gift; it was a declaration of love expressed in actions, not just words. It was a promise of dedicated attention and care. It showed Yn's understanding of Natasha's busy life and her need for some pampering.

That evening, they celebrated their Valentine’s Day with a simple meal – homemade pasta, thanks to one of the coupons. Afterward, Natasha decided to use a coupon for "one hour of uninterrupted cuddling. " She snuggled close to Yn, feeling the warmth of her love.

The following days were a delightful mix of practical assistance and heartfelt gestures. Yn kept her promises, making sure each act was filled with love and care. She made Natasha's favourite coffee, cooked a delicious meal, washed the car, and even tackled the mountain of laundry that had been building up. The silly coupons brought unexpected joy. Their impromptu dance party in the living room was hilarious, filled with laughter and playful jostling. Yn's rendition of Natasha's favourite song was indeed questionable, but the effort and the love behind it made Natasha's heart swell.

One evening, they were sitting on the sofa, Natasha reading a book while Yn knitted. Natasha noticed a single tear rolling down Yn's cheek. She looked up, concerned.

"What's wrong, my love? " she asked softly.

Yn sniffed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "It's just," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "I'm so happy to have you in my life. "

Natasha put her book down and gently took Yn’s hand. "I'm happy to have you too," she whispered. The love coupons were just a small token of affection, but they had fostered a deeper connection between them, a renewed appreciation for their love and a shared understanding of their commitment to each other. The coupons were used up, but the spirit of love and care they represented continued to flourish. Their Valentine’s Day celebration had extended beyond a single day, transforming into a month of love, laughter, and shared moments of simple, everyday joy. It was a Valentine's Day that would remain etched in their hearts for years to come, a testament to their enduring love and affection.

do not translate, copy, publish or edit my works without permission. © bunnie 2024-25

[ghostbasin]

— JUST A LITTLE FURTHER.

Kevin Khatchadourian x Reader. Kevin loves to push you, to see how far you'll follow him. 2.1k words. Warnings: Questionable morality, psychological manipulation, NSFW actions implied/mentioned vaguely, minor violence, Kevin-typical hostility. Reader gender: Female. 🦇 Please feel free to submit requests! 🦇

Notes: I probably could have turned this into a full fic, but I was just in the mood to jot down some ideas. Might turn this into a fic later if there's interest!

For all intents and purposes, you'd always been a good girl. It's not like you didn't enjoy the general debauchery people your age got into every once and again, but you never did anything outright heinous.

For Kevin, his interest in you began as a very... clinical ordeal.

He craved you because of what you were when he met you — mostly innocent, very malleable, but not someone who was a snitch, or inauthentic, or dumb, God forbid. You were something he could work with. Something he could turn into a toy, one of his very own.

And with that, it started small.

It's not like he wanted you to commit murder or something. He was tip-tapping away at his keyboard, working on his latest "prank" for Eva — nothing unfixable, but an inconvenience to her computer no doubt.

"And if you press this button," he says, finger hovering over the return key, "her shit will be so fried for a solid day." You couldn't help but notice the sound of his voice, the closest he ever came to happiness — a dull tone of haphazard amusement.

"Why even bother," you ask, "it's just going to piss her off for that 'solid day' and then you'll do it again."

"It's fun," is all he replies.

Kevin gestures to his keyboard expectingly, as if to say, "go on, do it." You wait for him to elaborate before he asks, slight aggression on his tongue, "Are you pressing it or not?"

"Why the hell would I do that? I don't love your mom, but I don't hate her."

But as always, he wears you down. It's fun. It's temporary. It's not that bad, Y/N, get over yourself. After a few moments of back and forth, you hover your finger over the return key as he commanded, and before you can change your mind, he slaps your hand down onto the key and you feel strange as code rolls across the screen, working its "magic," if you can call it that.

"See? That wasn't so hard." It's the closest you'd get in terms of encouragement or pride from Kevin.

The next few days, Kevin leaves you alone. You didn't beat yourself up about inconveniencing Eva for very long, knowing Kevin would eventually give into her bickering and reverse whatever nonsense he caused. Meanwhile, Kevin dissected you like a bug in his mind, tapping your glass enclosure and wondering what would make you squirm.

You thought it was a one-off, just another thing Kevin wanted to do just to prove to himself he could. Oh, how wrong you were.

A week after, Eva comes home early from work, to see you and Kevin on the couch. Celia had begged and pleaded for you to watch one of her favorite movies with her, and of course Kevin couldn't leave you to yourself, even around his little sister. His sister, who you considered to be a sister to you, too.

Eva walks in and immediately says, "Celie, can you go upstairs for a few minutes? I need to talk to Kevin in private." Celia, naturally, complains a bit, but gives in, always eager to make others happy.

The second Celia's door is closed, she begins. You can't quite follow what she's talking about, as if she started in the middle of a story. Apparently, the school called her about a brutal fight, where one kid needed stitches, and Kevin was the only kid in class unaccounted for at that time.

"And?" Kevin asks, his voice bored and his eyes fixated on the neon colors on the paused TV. The dots connected in your head at last — what the hell had Kevin done?

The mostly one-sided back and forth between Kevin and Eva continued as anxiety wound itself tightly in your stomach, wondering why Kevin looked unscathed and what he was thinking.

"Well, Mummer, I'd love to take responsibility for the ass-kicking that guy got, but I wasn't at school at all today," he says. You look at him incredulously.

Eva asks where he'd been, then, if not at school—he was reckless at times, but a generally good student—and the words that came from his mouth would've sent you into a coma three years ago.

"Are you sure you want to know?" followed by Eva's nod, followed by, "I was too busy fucking Y/N's brains out to be beating up a classmate, Mumsy."

The dead shock on your face mirrors Eva's, and all you can think is, there's actually no way on God's green Earth he said that.

And Eva asks you, if you had in fact, "been in bed" with Kevin. He shoots you a glance that says, "you have one chance and one chance only," so you nod and say, "Yes, Mrs. K., I was." You hope the anxiety and shock in your voice passes for embarrassment, and later that evening try to give Kevin a "talking to," only for him to ignore you.

At the end of your tirade, if you could call it that—if anything it was a half-hearted attempt at trying to gain some respect from Kevin—he asks if you're quite done, kisses you, and pats you on the head like some dog of his.

Kevin takes you out to the backyard the next day. He says to you that you're going to learn to shoot, and it's clear this isn't a choice you have. He arms you with his bow and arrow, steers your arms in the right direction, and for hours you practice shooting at his target. Thankfully, you're a fast learner.

This becomes your little routine. Kevin pisses you off, you try to change things, he placates you with a kiss or a few extra moments in bed when you wake up before he leaves you deserted in his mess of blankets to go brush his teeth, and then he helps you practice after straightening up whatever minimal chaos had been caused in his room.

It only takes a few weeks for you to be a good shot. Far from as good at it as Kevin, but good enough. You could hit the target, and not poorly on a good day.

Later, after a practice session, you sit on Kevin's bed. The tiny twin bed was hardly big enough for one of you, much less two, but you sat cross-legged on his comforter as he remained fixated on the screen in front of him.

"Kev, we should do something," you suggest. His eye flickers to you for a second—didn't he say not to call him "Kev"—and back to his screen.

"Bored?" he asks. You hadn't known Kevin for years by any means, but you knew him for long enough to understand that the taunting way he asked meant you had done something, and he was going to take advantage of it.

Kevin stands up from his desk, the worn computer chair completing its circular revolution from the motion of him standing as he walks over to you. You look curiously at him, expectant.

"Get up," he demands — not an ask, but a command. You know better than to spend too long wondering what for, and stand up off the bed. You and him, face to face, eye to eye now.

Kevin doesn't speak at first. He watches you, the way you shift from foot to foot. He never did understand why people couldn't just stand still, and he grabs you to hold you into place. You jump.

He smirks. Did you really think he was going to hurt you? You can't play with a broken toy. His hands drop to his sides, but the expression doesn't leave his face.

"What would you do if you had to protect someone you love?"

The question is abrupt, confusing. What did that have to do with anything? So you tell him, you'd protect them. You love your family, your pets, your friends — and you'd protect them to the best of your abilities. You'd even go as far as to say that you'd protect his family if you had to.

"To the best of your abilities?" he taunts, something dark in his eyes. "What, there's a limit?" He steps closer, leans in. His nose comes millimeters from brushing your cheek and he whispers to you, "Would you kill for someone you love? Would you die for them?"

It feels like a threat. It feels like a warning, and so you say, "Kevin, you're scaring me." He smiles, sickeningly.

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N," he replies. If it were anyone else, and any other question, you might have found something attractive about the situation.

Without anything else to do, you nod. Yes, you would kill or die for someone you love. Of course. It's the right thing to say — isn't it?

"That's a good girl," he says, leaning in to kiss you. Your fingers feel cold, but you kiss him back and feel a little warmer. You forget about this, filing it away in your brain as "odd shit Kevin does for attention."

That is, until several weeks later.

You had no idea how Celia had gotten there. Kevin takes you to the backyard to practice, and Celia is somehow halfway up a tree, sitting on a branch. She could climb just fine, and she watched you practice in the backyard from time to time, but she was sitting there and collecting leaves from a branch way higher than you'd ever seen her climb — not too far to get down, but definitely an injury-worthy fall.

By now, Kevin had brought out one of his older bows so you could practice simultaneously. You keep an eye on Celia as you shoot, occasionally glancing up to ensure she's still firmly planted on the tree and not trying to get down on her own.

You had shot about four or five arrows at the target, all pretty clean shots, before you realized Kevin had stopped. All you could hear was your own breathing and Celia's humming as she happily played with the tree leaves.

You look at Kevin, and see him staring at his sister, arrow in one hand and bow to his side in the other.

"Are you okay?" You ask him. He would never answer questions like that, but you would ask anyway.

"You'd kill for someone you love, die for them," he says. It's not a question this time. And a feeling washes over you, one that says run! run!, but you stay put. He continues, "We'll see how honest you were being."

"Kev, wha-," you start, but he interrupts you. "You, or her," he says.

"What?" You shout in a hushed voice, trying to avoid stirring concern in Celia. What the fuck was he doing?

"It's time to pick. Are you willing to die — for her?" Kevin asks, the venom, the disdain clearer in his voice than ever.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, your voice dead serious. You realized what this was now. As he loaded the arrow and pulled back the bowstring, you realized — he was hellbent on firing at one of you, you or innocent, unsuspecting Celia.

Celia was as good as your sister. She had no where to run, and before your mind could catch up to your voice, you say, "Me."

Kevin was never going to kill either of you, he never planned on it. What good is a broken toy, he reminds himself. And so when he pulls back his bowstring and releases it, he of course aims just shy of hitting you.

But what Kevin didn't expect was that you weren't going to die for Celia, but you would kill for her if you had to. By the time he processed what was going on, you'd fired an arrow his way, too.

You missed. The one time you were ready to be fully, irrevocably on the mark, bullseye, you missed. But Kevin drops his bow and says, "You weren't lying," smug as ever. It shocked him that you would actually fire at him, but he wouldn't let you know that.

"You're one fucked up son of a bitch," you said, dropping your bow, speed walking inside, and then out the front door to head back to your house. He didn't see you cry as you walked down the street, and he didn't follow you.

It wasn't the end of your relationship with Kevin, far from it. As much as you wanted to stay away, he pulled you back in — and it went without saying that neither of you would breathe a word about that day.

What you didn't know when you left his house, however, is that that day was the beginning of your unraveling.

[phonefaceenthusiast]

Something i feel like doesn't get touched upon: Henry is aware he's a fictional character. This was confirmed by Dogman himself on several occasions.

But there's a catch: Unlike other self-aware characters, Henry actively hides this from the player, as he knows we would try to stop him.

He makes it sound like his 'ultimate goal' is removing the shackles of mortality from humankind to foul the player, who doesn't know he's self-aware and could fully buy it. But that's not his end goal.

Major hints towards this:

"Once enough souls are collected, i will have a substantial number of souls to produce the machine that i have hoped to build from day one. A machine that can sucessfully take an adult male from our realm to another, and back again. Soon, i aim to no longer be in this realm at all." - Tape 5 (JOY4)

Henry talks about gathering souls to build a machine to escape Dayshift at Freddy's, however he words his goals in such a way that you could interpret "ascending to another realm" as him surpassing his own mortality, but that's actually just a small step on his plan: First, he finds a way to become immortal so that he has unlimited time living, THEN he starts researching ways to enter the real world (in this case, through a machine).

DSAF 3 Legacy ending - through the entire route, Henry slowly strips away the player's control over Jack. The explanation for this is that Miller has a passive aura (his influence, HIS LEGACY) that can corrupt people all while he's still in the void, which you can with see with Legacy Jack:

In dsaf 1, Dave convinces him to join him. At this point Jack just wants to mess around with him while having some fun to boot. He's like "Yeah we can do that, why not". He's not evil (yet), he just wants to goof around.

In dsaf 2, Henry's influence starts seeping in: Legacy gets more and more malicious as the route goes on BUT there's still a small fragment of his humanity in him: Dave mentions that Jack looks genuinely sad after Peter's speech, showing that it affected him and maybe even led him to reflect on his actions, showing that Legacy isn't an near emotionless monster (...yet...).

By the end of Dsaf 3, Miller's influence has degraded Jack to merely a vessel, with no free-will nor conscience (we, the player, are Jack's conscience since he doesn't have a soul. Gonna elaborate more on that in a minute); He straight up BLOCKS US from choosing a dialogue option that could ruin his plans; At this point, Henry has more control over the player character than we do, and that leads up to the most symbolical moment of Henry's self awareness:

At the end of the route, once Henry has full control of Jacktrap, the first thing he does is cut ALL contact with the player and make himself untraceable. He does this by crashing the game and deleting the save file, but he's still somewhere in your device, secretly researching a way out through his vessel while you are literally unable to find him. We can't find or control Jack, they're both just... Gone.

Worth mentioning that hes also immortal so he has all the time in the world to accomplish his goal and no oposition. HE WON.

Some other minor hints:

This poster that can appear on the Flipside.

"This universe is critically misunderstood" - tape 1 (JOY1)

Aware that the universe doesn't restrict itself solely to the game.

"My influence... the culmination of my being... I leaked into your world. Go ahead, let me DIE. I'll be back. I always COME BACK!" - DSAF 3 Good Ending

"your world" refers to irl, he's saying that the evil that exists and can harm real people is part of him.

After someone asked on reddit about what happens after the Dsaf 3 Evil ending, Dogman himself replied "Henry probably does some DDLC type-shit and tries to become real" (i couldn't find the comment itself but i swear it was real i'm not going insane).

Henry would NEVER directly aknowledge us as that would give himself away; he knows we are seeing every single one of his moments, hearing every single conversation, so he leaves a red herring (making it seem like his ultimate goal is immortality) to throw us off.

He sees us as this looming threat to his plans that is always there and must not be undestimated, not even when things are under his control.

[moralesmilesanhour]

looking the part

description: a college AU one-shot wherein Ekko watches you get ready for an end-of-semester celebration with some of Piltover's finest. wc: 572 tags: canon divergent-ish, ekko x black!reader a/n: wanted to try my hand at writing for Arcane characters :) the original rough draft was twice as long as what you see here lol

A calm quiet settled over your small single room.

Ekko watched idly as you attempted to wind your braids around your head in a large, elaborate bun. Still barefoot, you were half-dressed in a smart-looking white blouse (complete with a golden brooch that had moving mechanical wings), and a long black skirt that revealed your brown legs through two high slits.

“You look like Medarda,” he commented from his spot on your bed, chin resting in his palm. He had no plans tonight that did not include a long nap, and was appropriately dressed for the occasion in a white tank top and gray sweats.

The bun seemed to remain stable as you slowly removed your hands. You grinned into the dirty dorm room mirror at your triumph.

“That's the idea.”

“You want to look like a topside politician?”

The bun quickly collapsed when you whipped around to face him. He had that ‘be serious’ look on his face, a dark brow lifted in skepticism.

You crossed your arms.

“Ekko, don't start. It's just an end-of-semester party, and I'd like to look the part. That's all it is!”

Ekko put his free hand up in surrender.

“I'm just saying, I don't see the point in spending your whole night schmoozing when you’dve already got Viktor vouching for you.”

The space beside him sank a bit once you joined him on the mattress, and he sat up to accommodate. You stuck out your lips in a pout.

“Says the guy who scored an internship with Heimerdinger.”

Ekko retorted without missing a beat, “And do you see me copying his drip?”

The image of Ekko dressed head-to-toe in Piltie jewelry and double-breasted vests made you giggle.

“Never in a million years.”

“Exactly.”

“But that's not the same thing!” You pushed him by the shoulder, “I just think her hair's cute.”

He reached over to push a stray braid out of your face, the tips of his calloused fingers brushing your cheek as he did so. You watched him watch you, intently.

His clear brown eyes sparkled where the low desk light hit them, the same way they did the day you first met at one of Heimerdinger’s guest lectures. Ekko had raised his hand—the only one to do so—and asked some out-of-left-field questions about whether Hextech was especially vulnerable to ‘bad actors’ under council jurisdiction and whatnot.

Expecting him to struggle to be heard in that giant lecture hall, the ring of his voice cutting through the air, uninhibited and impolite, sent a shock through your system. It also sent the professor on a very long tangent on the dangers of the Arcane when left in the wrong hands, and you could've sworn you heard a snicker or two coming from Ekko’s direction when he had to be interrupted because class time had all but run out.

You stopped him before class ended, and awkwardly asked him if he had really bleached his hair to be that stark white color. He laughed, and invited you to lunch not long after.

“I could do you one better,” he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts. He made a circular gesture around his head. “How ‘bout a crown?”

“Hm,” you pretended to think, though you were already moving to settle yourself in between his knees. “Do I get to borrow your earrings? Y’know, complete the look.”

A long sigh.

“Alright, but you better not lose ‘em.”

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[peachiejeongin]

Heyyy can you please write an angsty fic with Jeongin x Reader, where they have a big fight and she takes off her engagement ring and then happy ending please?

Clingy - Jeongin

Synopsis: He had not made time for you all night and had forgotten about the most important night of your lives. What happens when you take off your engagement ring?

Pairing: fiance!Jeongin x gn!reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Comfort

Warnings: Arguing, Jeongin calls Reader clingy

Notice: Hello, Darling! Thank you so much for your request! I surprisingly had a bit of fun writing this! This is one of my first, "angsty" fictions, but I hope you all enjoy it nevertheless!

Jeongin had not paid you any attention all night. The whole week, he had made an empty promise that he would dedicate his entire day off to you; moreover, it just so happened that his one and only free day fell on the one year anniversary since your engagement.

You remember the night vividly, from Jeongin leading you out to a "quiet" night at the park, to him dropping down on one knee and asking you the magical question as he declared his everlasting love for you. It was one of, if not the happiest night of your life.

Who knew so much could shift within a year?

You knew something was off the instant you woke up; Jeongin seemingly had nothing prepared for the day, which was unusual because he was not one to forget important dates as such. You looked around your shared bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen as you arose from slumber, your mood faltering once you saw no elaborate surprise Jeongin would typically have in store on days as such.

You spotted him in the kitchen as he was making a phone call.

"Tonight is perfect, yes," he spoke to the unknown contact. "Yep! See you then!"

'There it is,' you thought, believing he had called some a restaurant or other establishment to schedule a reservation. As such, you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, eliciting a smile from the taller.

"Good morning, love," he said groggily, placing his hands over top of yours.

"Mornin'," you replied as you kissed the crook of his neck. "Who was that?" Your question had a cheeky tone to it, hope in the aforementioned thought still prominent.

"Hm, on the phone?" he inquired as you nodded your head; he turned around to face you, your arms still wrapped tightly around him. "Felix called asking if I wanted to hang out tonight. He's got some new game he wants to try out. You okay with that?"

In a flash, all joy had disentegrated from your mood; Jeongin noticed the sudden change in demeanor, thus speaking again.

"If you want to do something instead, I can always reschedule with Lix."

"No, it's okay," you nodded solumly. "He's your friend, I get it. We can do something afterwards." Jeongin's bright grin contrasted your downing eyes.

"Thank you baby!" he pecked your forehead, glee present in his tone. "You're awesome."

Thus, that is where you currently found yourself; you were on the opposite end of the couch as Jeongin and Felix played the night away. At this point, it was too late to go out and do anything with Jeongin; he and Felix had been gaming for at least three and a half hours, too concentrated on the video game to pay any attention to the time.

Or you, for that matter.

You scrolled away on your phone, feeling anger bubble in your chest; you did not look up nor speak the entire time they played until Jeongin caught your attention.

"Hey, babe," he began. "Can you grab me another cola?" You were not sure why, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You rolled your eyes, huffing as you stood up; instead of heading to the kitchen, you walked straight up to the living room television and shut it and the gaming console, off. Felix and Jeongin jumped back, instantly spewing out words of frustration.

"Y/n, what the hell?!" Jeongin shouted as he stood up and threw his controller on the couch, his mouth agape and his stance purely vexxed. You said nothing in response, opting to instead stare daggers into Jeongin's soul.

"I think I should go," Felix commented, sensing the tension of the situation. He quickly gathered his things despite protests from Jeongin and exited, mumbling a, "see you tomorrow," to Jeongin. As Felix closed the door, your fiancé approached you, clearly angry.

"You wanna explain what the hell that was?" Jeongin nearly screamed as he motioned his hand to the door. You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes.

"What is today, Jeongin?" you quietly asked him, you gaze boring a hole into his own. He stopped for a moment, slowly lowering his hand and his expression morphing into one of pondering. After a while, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Tuesday?" You scoffed at the boy's answer. "What, did I forget someone's birthday or something?"

"It's our engagement anniversary, Jeongin," you scowled. "December 4, 2023, you proposed to me." Jeongin's anger faltered causing you to shake your head in disbelief. "I can't believe you fucking forgot."

"Look, I'm sorry, y/n," Jeongin's tone had lowered by quite a few octaves and he was speaking a bit slower. "I admit I messed up, but still, you had no right to act like that."

"No right?!" you yelled, your mouth and eyes wide open in shock. "Jeongin, you have been ignoring me ever since Felix got here! You promised me that today would be for us, JUST for us. You couldn't even keep your word!"

"Felix is my friend, y/n!"

"Who you see every fucking day of your life! I would understand if he was some long distance childhood friend who you hadn't seen since high school, but you see him literally every day!" Tears had began to well up in your eyes now, your lips quivering out of a mix of hurt and rage.

"For work!" Jeongin retaliated, his voice raising back up a notch. "I never get to spend any personal time with him! You wanna know why? Because I'm always with you," Jeongin pointed an angry finger in your face, causing you to flinch slightly.

"Oh, so now I'm a problem for you to spend time with?" You threw your hands on your hips, astounded at the words escaping Jeongin's mouth.

"Whenever I'm trying to hang out with one of my friends and you're being so damn clingy, yeah, y/n. It becomes a problem." Jeongin regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. You were silent for a moment, shocked at Jeongin's statement.

"Clingy?" you repeated, your voice now lowering. Your gaze fixated on the ground. "Sure. Yeah. I'm clingy. I'm being clingy when I haven't fucking spoken to you all night, I haven't been around you, I'm actually trying to respect your time with him even though the weight of not being able to do anything with you, especially considering what today is, is gnawing at my guts. Yeah. Clingy." You finished your monologue with a cold chuckle, not able to make eye contact with Jeongin as he took a step forward.

"Y/n, I didn't mean-"

"Forget it!" you interjected with a sudden outburst, throwing your hands up dismissively. You glimpsed down at your right hand, your engagement ring shining under the fluorescent light; you removed the accessory in one swift motion. "Clearly, our engagement isn't worth remembering." You grabbed Jeongin's hand and shoved the piece of golden jewlery in it, closing it harshly. Without thinking, you had walked straight out of the front door into the cold winter night. Jeongin watched dejectedly as you left before staring down at the ring, a feeling of regret twinging at his heartstrings.

---

You were not sure how long you had been walking; you were angry, tired, and sobbing your eyes out as music blared in your headphones. You felt your phone consistently buzzing in your back pocket, no doubt Jeongin messaging you some half-assed apology, you believed.

You walked some distance farther until you came across the city park; it was here in which Jeongin had proposed. Instinctually, you approached the setting, making your way towards the swingset in the dead center. You rocked back and forth on the piece of play equipment, music still drowning out the worries of the world.

---

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Can you please come home so we can talk?"

"Please answer. I know you're upset, but we need to talk this out."

"I know I fucked up. Please come home."

"Are you alright? Please be alright."

"I'm so fucking sorry. I love you, y/n."

Nearly thirty minutes had passed without a response from you; every horrible scenario imaginable was running through Jeongin's head. What if something had happened to you? What if you had decided this was it? What if you never came home? What if...

Jeongin's jumbled train of anxiety was interrupted by Felix walking through the front door.

"Hey, man," he started as he shivered a bit. "I think I left my wallet here. Have you seen-" Felix halted when he noticed Jeongin's stance; he was clutching his stomach, his eyes filled with tears with some even cascading down his cheeks. "What's going on? Where's y/n?" Felix quickly made his way to sit down besides Jeongin, a hand placed on his lower back.

"I don't know," Jeongin wailed. "We had a fight over today, and then," Jeongin stopped, his waivering voice preventing him from talking anymore. Instead of formulating a sentence, he opened up his hand; your engagement ring had been clutched in his palm, so tightly in fact that it was beginning to indent.

"Oh man," Felix comforted. "Hey, I'm sure it was just a heat of the moment thing, and y/n will come back around before you know it."

"I don't know man," Jeongin sputtered. "I really messed up."

"Is there anywhere y/n goes when you guys fight?" Felix genuinely questioned. "Is there any comfort spot of sorts?" As soon as Felix asked, Jeongin's eyes lit up; he knew exactly where you were.

"Felix, you're a genius!" Jeongin jumped out of his seat, threw on his shoes and jacket, placed your engagement ring in his pocket, and flung open the front door; however, he paused before exiting. "By the way, your wallet's on the kitchen counter," he told Felix before leaving the house.

---

Jeongin ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him until he reached the park, frantically scanning the area for you. Where could you be? His eyes quickly caught the sun-yellow swingset, faintly moving in the wind; somebody had clearly been on it prior. Yet, his gaze never once found you, and his heart sank, fearing the worst scenarios.

He pondered for some time before he realized where you may have been, that being the one spot he had not searched: the park bridge, just over the river. The place where he had proposed to you. He dashed to the spot, his heart calming down from its dread-ignited high as he saw you peering over the bridge's edge; he walked up to your stature and tapped your shoulder. Yet your earbuds were still on full blast, so you never once heard his footsteps behind you; as such, you jumped out of fright, your body immediately relaxing once you saw it was him.

"Jesus!" you exasperatedly squealed. Jeongin did not give a proper response, instead nearly tackling you to the ground in a bear hug.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." He held onto you for dear life, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "It's my fault; I forgot about what today was and took my internal frustration out on you. I shouldn't have lashed out like that." Jeongin was sobbing into your jacket, his tears lightly staining the material. "You aren't clingy in the slightest either. Not at all," he confessed, pulling away from you slightly. "I don't want you to leave me. When you took off your ring, my heart sank. I can't lose you, I can't." His voice was breaking and so was your heart.

"Innie," you whispered softly as your arms brought him back in your hold, snaking snuggly around his middle. "I'm not going anywhere. I took off my ring because I was angry, but I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid. I'm sorry, too."

The two of you held each other tightly for a long while, unsure of how much time had passed before you broke away. You cupped Jeongin's cheek, looking into his eyes with love this time rather than fury. Jeongin smiled at you for the first time that night, reaching into his jacket pocket; he pulled out your engagement ring, motioning for you to hold out your hand.

"That reminds me: I think I ran by a small cafe that was still open if you're still up for doing something," Jeongin suggested as he slid your ring back onto your ring finger.

"As long as I'm with you, I'm up for anything," you responded, pecking his lips quickly yet passionately. It was then he muttered the words you had so longed to hear that day:

"Happy engagement anniversary, my love."

[bleedingoptimism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

part 1

“You look pale,” Jeff comments making Eddie snort loudly.

Of course he looks pale, he’s got vampirism, doesn't he? But then again, so does Jeff and he looks great.

“When was the last time you fed?” He asks.

Eddie sighs heavily trying to reign in his bad mood. He knows Jeff’s just worried and wants to help, and he’s grateful to have run into an old friend from high school as soon as he moved into the big city. 

Because he’d be utterly lost without him.

He doesn't know where anything is, he gets lost in the subway, and he has no idea when he’s being charged too much for a muffin or suspiciously too little for a hotdog, or where all the blood markets are.

“Like, two weeks ago,” Eddie finally answers.

Jeff looks surprised but it’s not actually that bad, people with vampirism can go up to 4 to 5 weeks without blood. 

It’s not the same as those vampires from movies and books, they still eat food and they can stand in the sun with just minor cases of sunburn. There’s also the light sensitivity, making them all look like assholes wearing sunglasses everywhere.

Also, they are not allergic to garlic. Which, thank the heavens because Eddie loves garlic, a lot.

There’re a couple of side effects that do come in handy sometimes, like augmented hearing and smell. And the healing spit is super weird but nifty. No super strength regrettably, that would’ve been awesome.

Anyways, it’s like they have super anemia or something.

“I went to a blood bar, hooked up with some dude but. I didn't have a good time, at all. I kind of don't want to go back to bars for a while,” He elaborates and when Jeff frowns worried, he shakes his head,

“No, not like that. It’s just… the dude was like way too into it, you know? It kinda freaked me out.”

“What do you mean? Don't you find it hot? When you feed?” Jeff asks him, curious. 

Eddie nods quickly, “Yes, of course I do! It can be really sexy with the right person, but this guy, he was like- like way too loud and like, he was faking it? I don’t for who, though. And halfway through it, I started getting worried I’d accidentally hired someone instead of just hooked up and I didn’t have any money, and then I started thinking about money and my dick-”

“Ok! Ok, I get it.” Jeff thankfully interrupts him. “Dude, why didn’t you say something, I know of a place. I didn’t mention it before because it’s kind of boujee and handles itself a little differently.” 

“Oh? Do tell” Eddie tells him excitedly, he loves going to new places, especially if they are weird.

“Well, it’s real private, like ‘can’t get in unless you are on the list’ private. And it’s run by this girl. Blonde little thing, super cute. Scary as fuck. Everyone calls her ‘The Boss’” he says doing air quotes.

“Dramatic, I like it.” Eddie smiles.

Jeff chuckles, “So the gist of it it’s you go there and just hang out normally, like any other kind of bar. The place is beautiful, the music is good, and the drinks are delicious. But what's interesting about this place is the hostesses,” he says and even does a little pause for effect before continuing, “Similar to a blood bar there’re people there willing to be fed on but what’s cool about it is they get to choose.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That sounds kind of fun, actually.”

“Right? And it feels, safer somehow? For them?” Jeff agrees and Eddie nods and smiles at him, waiting for him to keep going.

“Anyway, the hostesses choose and then you get to go upstairs and talk through what you want to happen, just feeding, sex, talking, anything they agree to, it's on the table. I once ended up just playing a game of Uno with the girl I fed on and two other hostesses that hadn't picked anyone that night.” he finishes and Eddie laughs delightedly.

“Ok, this place sounds amazing, what’s the catch?” 

“Well, you have to pay an entry fee, the drinks are expensive and there’s always the possibility you’ll leave empty-handed. The first time is free though,” Jeff says.

“Like drugs,” Eddie replies and Jeff nods solemnly, 

“You know the hostesses can be kind of addicting.” 

…

That night, on the way there, Jeff tells him they have to sign a guest list at the entrance,

“No one uses their real name, not because the place is shady or anything! But because they want to leave that choice to us and the hostesses if you ever get too close with one. It's not like, frowned upon.”

Eddie nods listening intently, he feels kind of nervous in a way he hasn't in a while, but he’s not sure why.

“Also, secret nicknames are fun! I’m known as Jay there. So please don’t dox me. Or yourself.” Jeff tells him.

After careful consideration, Eddie smiles and says, “I’ll be… Strider”

“Nerd”

“Shut up, you are just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself”

Jeff laughs, “You got me there,” he says, and then, “We are here” and he opens a big glass windowed door and vows to Eddie, inviting him in.

Eddie chuckles and enters and immediately almost runs into someone—a tall, massive guy with short curly hair and the shadow of a beard.

“Hey freak,” Jeff greets calmly, “He’s with me,”

Eddie cringes at the nickname, bad memories from high school bullying. But the dude just nods and gives Jeff the tiniest of smiles, so he figures it’s the nickname the bouncer chose for himself.

They enter and sign their name in the guest book, a girl about their age with dirty blond hair and hundreds of freckles on her nose and cheeks is there and she asks Eddie a couple of questions. Not in a weird way, but in a ‘you are new and I’m curious’ kind of way.

Eddie feels comfortable and excited as they go in.

Jeff was right, the place is beautiful. The lobby leads to a big room with high ceilings and fake candle-lit lamps. The chairs and tables are antiques and all different but roughly the same time period so they look good together. There’re old signs and posters from all kinds of drinks and different products adorning the walls. And the music is instrumental and oldie too, sounds like probably 40s or 50s.

It is incredibly boujee. But in a fun way, cozy and warm.

They get a seat at a small round table in a corner and Jeff lets Eddie look around for a while before asking,

“So? Weird right? It’s like stepping into another time,”

Eddie snorts, “Yeah, one that has no idea which time period it wants to repre- who is that?”

Jeff looks at where Eddie is looking and sighs, “Of course you noticed Sunshine,”

“Sunshine?” Eddie sighs.

“That’s what they call him. Because apparently he smells like flowers and summer and tastes like orgasms or something,” Jeff says amused rolling his eyes.

The guy, Sunshine, is probably the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, definitely the most beautiful man in this room. His face is a contradiction of sharp and round angles that is just absolutely perfect, and he’s wearing a black suit that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off his big shoulders and his tiny waist. He’s looking around the room with big, brown eyes that look bored as he leans against a wall like he’s above it all, he’s a fucking dream.

Eddie swallows audibly and looks smirking at Jeff for a second before his eyes drift back to the man, “Tastes like what, you said” he teases and Jeff snorts.

“Not that anyone would know, as far as I know, he’s never taken anyone upstairs,” he tells Eddie in a conspiratory tone.

That makes him incredibly curious, “Really? Why is he still here then?”

“I don’t know for sure, mostly rumors but he’s the boss’s favorite, that’s for sure. Oh!” Jeff exclaims and then nods his head to a girl sitting on the other side of the room, in a big fancy-looking chair that looks more like a throne than a simple piece of furniture.

She’s got blonde hair up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a flowery dress but there's something about the way she looks around the room, something about the way people walk around her and look at her, with respect or fear, or maybe both. She’s fucking intimidating.

While Eddie’s looking, the girl from the front desk, with the freckles, comes to sit on a small stool beside the “throne”, there’s another one on the other side that’s empty. The blonde girl moves her hand towards freckles and she kisses it and then her shoulder and smiles as she leans in closer and starts whispering to her.

It’s kind of surreal. 

“That’s The Boss, and the girl from the entrance, that’s Sparrow. She’s her girl.” Jeff explains.

“Respect for looking scary in a sundress,” Eddie comments.

And Jeff nods, “Anyways my theory is, Sunshine is actually just a bodyguard and not a hostess but the people that come here like to think they actually have a chance with him, so no one says anything to the contrary.”

Eddie snorts and nods, it makes sense. It's actually very good marketing, just like the ‘the first one is free’ thing. That boss girl is really smart with her business.

Jeff and he get a few drinks and they chat calmly, Jeff isn't looking to go upstairs tonight, he only came by to accompany Eddie and Eddie knows he should be looking around, trying to make eye contact with someone, but he can stop staring at Sunshine.

He even looked at their table at one point, and Eddie thought he was going to faint. He was scanning the room as he apparently does every couple of minutes when he caught Jeff’s eye and Jeff lifted his hand in greeting.

And Sunshine’s face completely transformed, his bored calculating expression changed into a beautiful smile that made his eyes shine. He wiggled his fingers at Jeff cutely before going back to looking like fucking Droopy Dog. If Droopy was the sexiest motherfucker alive. It was amazing to see.

Eddie’s jaw almost hit the table and he turned to look at Jeff stunned and he just shrugged,

“Sunshine was one of the hostesses I ended up playing Uno with. He’s fucking vicious,” he says smiling at the memory.

Eddie chuckles as his eyes follow Sunshine moving across the room, he just can't. Stop. Looking.

But the thing is, Sunshine is looking back now. Keeping eye contact with him obviously and unashamed. It’s thrilling and it makes shivers run down his spine.

He watches as Sunshine sits on the stool on the other side of The Boss’s throne and grabs her hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers. 

The Boss and her girl turn and look at him and the three of them start whispering, looking at him.

“Dude,” he says and turns to Jeff to see if he’s seeing what he’s seeing.

Jeff looks from him to the whispering party, “Un fucking believable, first time here and tonight is the night Sunshine is taking someone upstairs” he says looking fed up, but clearly in a joking manner.

“Is that what you think it’s happening? No way,” Eddie shakes his head as Sparrow says something that makes The Boss chuckle but Sunshine speaks up and she sobers up immediately. Curious.

“He’s looking right at you, he probably went to ask Sparrow about you,” Jeff insists.

“Maybe he’s looking at you”

“He’s seen me before,” Jeff scoffs.

He’s about to reply but their conversation gets interrupted by someone shily clearing their throat. A girl, a hostess, is looking at him with curious eyes, and shit… she’s cute and looks like a nice person but, Eddie can’t- he needs to know what those looks from Sunshine meant.

He needs him.

He looks back at the group quickly to see Sunshine and The Boss in deep conversation and Sparrow… is she glaring at him?

He rejects the girl, as nicely as possible and Jeff scoffs and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ under his breath again as Eddie turns to look back at Sunshine.

Who is walking toward them, holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says and then moves to stand. Eddie grabs his wrist and tries to pull him back.

“Wait what are you doing, dont-” But Jeff frees himself and starts walking away,

“Good luck!” He sings songs and then leaves him alone.

part 1: you are here

part 2: 👄

part 3: 🩸

bonus content: ☀️

ao3: 🌙

art: 🦇

coffee?☕🥐💕

[bangs-coffee-fandoms-unite]

I am in the middle of rewatching the 2003 version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles during my summer break from college, this time with my father, who had only seen bits and pieces of it when I watched it as a child. We are currently on season four, which fans often refer to as the "post-traumatic stress disorder arc" for Leonardo, as it depicts his mental deterioration and increasing anger, even surpassing that of his notoriously hot-headed brother.

While doing the dishes, I asked my father what he thought of the arc so far. He simply said, "He seems angry." I agreed, replying, "Yeah, he's angry at himself." My father responded, "Yeah, but he's also angry at his brothers." This made me pause. I knew Leonardo had moments where he was upset with his brothers for not training enough or for goofing off, but I had not thought of him as being outright angry with them.

Then my father elaborated, "He's angry because they're not perfect, like he expects himself to be." This was a revelation for me. I had always interpreted this arc as Leonardo being angry at himself for not being good enough, but it makes a lot of sense that if he holds himself to such a high standard, he would hold his brothers to the same—and get frustrated and angry when they inevitably do not meet it.

I think a less explored aspect of this arc is that Leonardo is exhausted from carrying the burden alone and was trying to share it with his brothers. However, they do not carry it the same way he does, which does not make them lesser—it just makes them young and still wanting a life outside of crime fighting. Michelangelo captures this sentiment best in the same season when he says,”I think all of you should just lay off the poor guy. I mean, it can't be fun. Always being the responsible one, and we’re the ones who really benefit. Raph's free not to think cause Leo does all the thinking for him, Don's free to dream, And I'm free to take it easy, all cause Leonardo is busy being responsible enough for all of us.”

Anyway, at the ripe age of twenty-two and in graduate school, I find myself once again feeling melancholic over little green guys.

[sweetdispatch]

Creme brulee, pineapple, 6, cotton candy. Your writing is amazing. I love it

First time - V. Mancini

v' bakery pairing: Victor Mancini x fem!reader summary: Before Victor, you had never been in a relationship and you never had a sexual contact with men, Victor understood that you want to wait but his drunk confession made you feel ready warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), mention of thigh riding, oral (f receiving) note: thank you so much love for the words! and i hope you'll like it❤️honourable mention to @hockeyboistrash who showed me the slutty photo of victor' thigh that made me feel like i have to mention it here haha

The relationship between you and Victor was perfect. You loved him madly and were willing to do everything for him. His schedule was busy but you were always finding the gaps to spend together with his free time. He always appreciated that you’re managing yours and his calendar because he was an awful person with the concept of time. 

Mostly, you were spending time at night. You were always showing up in Victor’ apartment to have dinner and movie night. He always hoped that this time you’ll be ready for something more than just kisses and making out but you always stopped him before the things went further. 

Before you started dating Victor, you had never been in a relationship. This also meant that you never had sex. When you met him, you were embarrassed about it but he never laughed at you because of that. He reassured you that he can wait until you're ready. You felt comfortable with him but still, you were scared. 

In every situation when you felt that you’re ready, the stress was taking over you. It was like something was blocking you from having sex with Victor. He never pushed you but deep down you knew that he won’t wait forever for you to be ready and you were right about it. 

You took Victor to a party with you. Your friend had a birthday and she told you that you can bring your boyfriend. It was summer time so both of you could get drunk without consequences of the responsibilities the next day. After midnight, you got back home intoxicated and sat on the couch. 

Victor pulled you on his lap but you sat on his thigh. You two were making out when you were slowly moving on his thigh. You could feel the pleasure from the stimulation. You thought it’s nothing much and it wasn’t the first time you were doing this but Victor’s words made you stop. 

“I want to ruin you. You don’t have a clue how much I want to fuck you” Vicor said with drunk voice. 

When the words left his mouth, you froze on his thigh. You didn’t know if you should be mad at him or yourself. You felt sobered when he said it. After a moment, you stood up and went to the bathroom. You cried your heart there, feeling like an awful girlfriend. You didn’t realise how long you were sitting there until you heard Victor pounding on the door. 

“You good there?” Victor asked you and you replied quickly yes. 

You left the bathroom and went to the closet to change into pajamas. You didn't care about the makeup on your face. You desperately needed to get some sleep before you start overthinking Victor’ words. He was already asleep next to you and you looked at his peaceful figure and his chest rising. 

The next morning, you woke up with a glass of water and painkillers on the nightstand. You sipped the water and went to the kitchen. You saw Victor making breakfast there. When he spotted you, he kissed your cheek and asked you how you were feeling. Your answer was short and this took him by surprise because you were always elaborating. 

“What’s going on in your pretty head? I can tell that something is wrong” Victor sat next to you and put his hand on your thigh.

“I’m thinking about your words from yesterday and feel like a bad girlfriend” You told him truthfully. 

“What did I say?” Victor was shocked by your confession because he didn’t remember anything from last night. 

“You said that you want to fuck me” You told him ignoring the eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Before Victor could finish the sentence you stopped him. 

“No, you are right. I should let you fuck me. I’m ready but I never said anything because I was scared but I know that I’m ready and it made me feel like a failure because it’s girlfriend’ job to please her boyfriend” You said in one breath. Victor placed a hand on your chin and forced you to look at him. 

“Baby, it’s your decision and not mine. I might say it but that doesn't mean you have to do it. You’re not a failure, never say it. Never even think of it. It’s your feelings and it’s normal to be scared. There’s nothing like girlfriend’ job is to please her boyfriend. The only job I need from you is to love me in my good and bad days. This is also my job” Victor told you and you believed him. 

“What if I’m ready to do it?” You asked him. 

“Then I’m ready too but I want you to be your decision” Victor said and with his thumb caressed your cheek. 

“I am ready” You whispered and kissed him. 

Victor grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom. He kissed you passionately and took off his shirt. You felt the redness on your cheeks at the view. No matter how many times you saw him shirtless, you always felt shy. 

“Can I?” Victor asked you and grabbed the end of your shirt. 

You nodded your head and in quick move, Victor got rid of your shirt. You were standing in front of him only in your panties. Your hands covered your boobs and you felt how your face was burning from embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of him. He placed his hands on top of yours. 

“You don’t have to be shy in front of me. You're a gorgeous baby and nothing will change that but if you don’t feel it, put the shirt back on. I don’t want to do this if you don’t feel comfortable” Victor said and you wanted to cry at how cute and patient he was with you. 

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m ready to lay naked in front of you” You said and put the shirt back on.

“Don’t apologise. If you don’t want to do it, I can wait” Victor told you and caressed your arm. 

“I want to do it but I’m just not ready to be fully naked” Victor didn’t say anything, only nodded. He knew about your body image issues and he didn’t want to push you to do something against you. 

Victor pushed you lightly on the bed and kissed your lips. His hands took off your panties but you were still covered down there with the shirt. He kneeled in front of you and parted your legs apart. His finger slowly went through your folds and you moaned at the contact. 

“Before I do anything more, if any action will be too much for you, just say stop alright?” Victor asked you and you agreed. 

Victor licked his lips and put his mouth on your pussy. His tongue was slowly moving on your lower lips and you felt incredible. You were moaning at every little contact of his lips on you. He was slow, didn’t want to rush you or scare you away. He took all the time to give you pleasure. 

When Victor felt that you’re relaxed, he sucked your clit. You were surprised by this move but loved it. By instinct, your hands went to his hair and pulled them slightly. His hands were firmly on your thighs to keep your legs apart and have better access. He was eating you out and you felt incredible. The orgasm hit you by surprise. You arched your back and moaned loudly his name. He stood up and kissed your lips. 

“How are you feeling?” Victor asked you. 

“Great, a little bit overwhelmed but overall great” You told him with a smile on your lips. 

“Do you want to continue or we stop here?” Victor asked you again. 

“Can we stop here? I don’t think I’m ready for real sex” You told him embarrassedly. 

“Of course, I’ll be waiting for you to be ready. I love you and thank you” Victor told you and hugged you. 

“I love you too but for what are you thanking me?” You were confused. 

“For trusting me. It might sound stupid but for me it’s a huge thing that you felt comfortable enough with me so I could give you your first orgasm” Victor said and you felt your face burning. 

You didn’t say anything, just laughed nervously. You knew that this was the first step in opening to Victor fully but the little panic you had when he took off your shirt showed you that you weren't 100% ready. That’s why you were grateful that he understood it and didn’t push you for sex.

[kangshxrtie]

2. A WALK TO REMEMBER | KIM NAKYOUNG

pt. 1 | kiss me

sypnosis — the aftermath of choi y/n and kim nakyoung kissing at a party in front of y/n's ex pairing — kim nakyoung x actress!reader trope/genre — mutual pining, fluff, and slight smut includes — choi yena and jo yuri word count — 2220 words

you wake up to your phone ringing. the number isn’t saved, but you’re too tired to check it, so you answer with a groggy "hello?"

"hi, y/n," a familiar, playful voice greets you.

you pull the phone away to check the caller id, but still, it doesn’t match anyone you know. "how do you know me?" you ask, confused.

"you're a big fan of mine, and you don’t recognize my voice? i’m kind of offended," the voice teases.

"i'm too tired for these games. call me when i’m more awake," you reply, trying to shake off your sleepiness.

"our night together meant more to me than it did to you," she admits softly.

"i could tell you exactly what i think about our night, but first—who are you?" you ask, both annoyed and curious.

"damn, who else did you spend the night with?" she questions with a small chuckle.

"wait… nakyoung?" you gasp.

"first try, too," she says, and you can almost hear her smiling.

"why are you calling so early?" you ask, a mix of irritation and warmth in your tone.

"i just wanted to know what my honey was up to today," nakyoung teases.

"that’s it?" you ask, smiling.

"yeah," she laughs softly. "i also wanted to see if you wanted to hang out later—if you’re free, of course."

you pause, thinking about the night before and the promise of a new day. "hang out? what did you have in mind?" you ask.

"i didn’t really think that far, but we can go for a walk while we figure it out," she suggests kindly.

"i’d like that," you say, a smile spreads across your face as you stretch. 

"great," she replies. "you can text me your address, and i’ll text you when i start heading over. enjoy your morning, honey."

you hang up, feeling unexpectedly happy about that short phone call. as you head to the bathroom to start your day, you can’t help but wonder about what will come with this day.

you’re sitting at the kitchen table, halfway through your breakfast, when yena bursts through the door like she owns the place, which, to be fair, is something she does way too often. yuri trails behind her, looking equally curious but slightly more chill about whatever’s about to go down.

yena crosses her arms and fixes you with a hard stare, as if you’re about to be interrogated. "choi y/n, you kissed nakyoung?!" she demands.

you nearly choked on your food at the sudden intrusion. "first of all, good morning to you too," you manage, still in shock.

yuri sits down in the seat next to you, "no, no, don't change the subject. you kissed nakyoung?" she presses.

"okay, technically, yes—but it's not what you think," you sigh, rubbing your temples. 

"i know i told you to get to know her, but i didn't mean like that." yena gasps dramatically. 

"and then you had the audacity to come over here like it didn't even happen?" yuri raises an eyebrow.

"how do you even know about it?!" you exclaim, glancing back and forth between them.

"hyewon asked minju if you two were actually dating because apparently, you kissed nakyoung, and then she called you 자기야 (honey)," yena explains.

"god, of course it spread," you groan, sinking into your chair.

"so... why'd you do it?" yuri leans forward, her eyes searching yours.

you hesitate, then mumble, "i panicked."

yena and yuri exchange a glance before yena demands, "you panicked? elaborate."

you take a deep breath and confess, "hyewon was walking toward me, and i—i just got scared, okay? it was a dumb, impulsive move."

"sooo... you did it to make hyewon jealous?" yuri squints, trying to piece it together.

you shake your head quickly. "not exactly. i don't have feelings for her anymore. i just really didn’t want to talk to her, and that was the only thing i could think of in the moment."

"haven't you been avoiding her long enough, though?" yena sighs dramatically. 

"no," you reply instantly, your voice low. "she broke my heart, and for that, i'll never talk to her again."

"i mean... you do have to see her sometimes," yuri hums.

"fine," you grumble, "i won't talk to her again on my own free will."

"petty," yena rolls her eyes.

"correct," you add under your breath as you stand up, stretching. "anyway, i don't wanna talk about this anymore. i have to leave now."

"for what?" yena asks, suspicion lacing her tone.

"i'm going out," you answer simply.

"with who?" yena narrows her eyes.

"a friend," you reply.

"do we know this friend?" yuri perks up.

"nope," you say.

"i need to meet this friend," yena declares, crossing her arms again.

"choi yena, you are not my mom," you groan.

"fine, fine. have fun or whatever. glad you're actually going out again." yena sighs dramatically. 

"wow, look at you, being all supportive," you smirk.

"don't get used to it," yena teases, a playful glint in her eyes.

"okay, i gotta go. love y'all!" you call over your shoulder as you grab your stuff and head for the door.

the moment the door clicks shut behind you, yena turns to yuri. "so... what time does our schedule end today?" she asks.

"no, we’re gonna let y/n have fun," yuri shakes her head with a smile.

"fine. but i will get details later," yena sighs.

you walk outside, looking at your phone as you respond to the text nakyoung had just sent you.

kim nakyoung (triple s) pulling up now, hope you’re ready for me

자기야 always ready

a few minutes later, a sleek black car pulls up in front of your place. the window rolls down, revealing nakyoung in sunglasses. “morning, honey,” she greets smoothly.

“you and that nickname,” you shake your head, slipping into the passenger seat.

“what can i say? it suits you,” she shrugs. “you hungry? or are we walking first?”

“walking first,” you decide. “i need fresh air.”

nakyoung nods and starts driving toward a nearby park, one that isn’t too popular but still has some nice scenery. the ride is mostly quiet, just a playlist of soft r&b playing through the speakers. you steal glances at her from time to time, wondering how the hell you ended up here with someone like her.

when you arrive, nakyoung parks the car and gets out first, walking around to open your door for you. “chivalry isn’t dead, huh?” you tease.

“i only do it for special people,” she replies with a wink.

you roll your eyes but let her hold the door open anyway. as you step onto the path, the two of you fall into an easy rhythm, walking side by side.

“so,” nakyoung starts, her hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie, “what happened between you and hyewon or is that too personal”

you sigh, you should’ve known this conversation would happen. “honestly? this is gonna sound cliche and all that but we both just lost the spark.”

nakyoung hums thoughtfully, as she steals glances at you while walking. “how long were you together?”

“six years,” you admit, “we started dating soon after her debut and just stayed together.”

“damn,” nakyoung murmurs. “six years is a long time.”

“yeah,” you exhale, running a hand through your hair. “we had our good moments, but after a while, we were just going through the motions.”

nakyoung is quiet for a moment, then asks, “was it mutual?”

“she thinks it was,” you scoff lightly. 

“but you don’t?” nakyoung raises an eyebrow. 

“i think she got too comfortable and stopped trying,” you admit, voice quieter now. “and i got tired of pretending it didn’t bother me.”

“that’s… a lot to carry,” nakyoung slows her pace, glancing at you carefully. 

“i’m fine now,” you shrug. 

“are you, though?”

“why are you asking all this?” you stop walking and turn to face her. 

“i just want to know you better.” nakyoung shrugs. 

for a second, you don’t know how to respond. she says it so easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and maybe it is, but you’re not used to it.

“come on, let’s keep walking.” she nudges your shoulder. 

you nod, falling back in step beside her. the conversation shifts to lighter topics, favorite movies, childhood memories, other dumb things you’ve done when you weren’t thinking straight. you don’t realize how much time has passed until the sun starts going down.

nakyoung suddenly stops and pulls out her phone. “hold up, the sky looks so pretty we need pictures,” she declares, turning toward you.

“what?” you blink. 

“you heard me,” she opens the camera app. “get in.”

with a sigh, you lean in, and nakyoung holds the phone up, capturing the two of you with the sunset in the background. she snaps a few pictures, then pauses, studying the screen.

“what?” you ask, glancing over.

“we look cute,” she tilts the phone to show you. 

you roll your eyes, but she catches the way your lips twitch like you’re trying not to smile.

“send me that one,” you say.

“oh? my honey wants a picture of us?” she teases.

“forget it,” you deadpan, but she’s already sending it to you.

“sit with me?”

you nod, taking a seat next to her. it’s peaceful, with only the distant chatters of other people and the sound of the wind being the only things you can hear.

“so, what happens now?” nakyoung leans back, tilting her head toward you. 

you think for a moment. “i don’t know. i wasn’t expecting any of this.”

“me neither. but i’m not mad about it,” she chuckles. 

“me neither,” you echo.

nakyoung studies you for a second before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “you’re look so pretty like this, you know that?”

"don't look at me like that," you muttered, turning your head away from nakyoung.

"like what?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"you have this… seductive look," you admitted, swallowing hard.

"does it make you uncomfortable?" she questioned, her voice softer now.

"no, but i need you to stop before i do something i’ll regret later," you sighed.

"why does it have to be a regret?" nakyoung hummed, leaning in just a little closer. 

"i don’t get involved with idols anymore." you exhaled sharply. 

"hate to break it to you, but we got involved the second you asked me to kiss you," she smirked.

you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "well, when you put it like that… just—don’t make me regret this."

before she could respond, you leaned in, lips barely brushing against hers, leaving the final move up to her. nakyoung didn’t hesitate, she closed the gap, pressing her lips to yours, deepening the kiss as her fingers found their way to your waist.

the heat between you both escalated quickly, and with just one shared glance, the decision was made. the two of you slipped into the backseat.

the second you settled onto nakyoung’s lap, her hands were everywhere, one sliding up your thigh, fingertips teasing the hem of your skirt, the other gripping the back of your neck as she pulled you into another kiss, this one rougher, more urgent.

when you pulled away to catch your breath, nakyoung smirked against your skin. "i’ve been wanting to do this all day." she didn’t wait for a response before her lips found your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that had you tilting your head to give her more access.

a soft moan slipped past your lips as you ground against her, and nakyoung’s grip tightened. her hands found your hips, guiding you, pushing you further onto her thigh. you could feel yourself unraveling, your breathing growing more uneven as her mouth moved lower, her teeth grazing your skin.

nakyoung could tell exactly when you were close, your hips stuttered, your hands clutching at her shoulders. she wasted no time, undoing the first few buttons of your shirt, lips finding your chest as you came undone. your moans filled the car as she held onto you, steadying you through the waves of pleasure.

for a few moments, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing. then, in the quiet aftermath, nakyoung spoke. "this might be a really bad time to say this, but… i really like you."

"tell me that again later, and i might actually believe you." you let out a breathless laugh. it wasn’t that you didn’t trust her, but seriously, the timing could’ve been better.

"yeah, figured you’d say that," nakyoung chuckled, shaking her head. 

a beat of silence passed before you sighed. "is this a bad time to say i hate car sex?"

"yeah, well, i can’t exactly bring you back to the dorms, too many girls." she grinned. 

"i live alone," you pointed out.

"is that an offer?" nakyoung raised an eyebrow. 

"could be," you shrugged. 

"then what are we waiting for?" her smirk widened. 

you quickly climbed off her lap, both of you fixing your clothes as you moved back to the front seats. the moment nakyoung pulled out of the park she was already reaching for your hand, a knowing smile on her lips. this night wasn’t over yet.

[honeyvettel5]

60! pecco/bezz

60. truth serum | pecco/bezz, unrequited love, set in 2025; [1.1k]

(from this prompt list here)

"someone spiked my drink."

it’s two in the morning when the knock comes. pecco drags himself out of bed, still wearing nothing but boxers. his mouth tastes like sweat and cheap hotel linens. he opens the door with one eye barely open, the other squinting against the hallway light. marco stands there, shuffling from foot to foot, wringing his hands together. pecco blinks. “…what?” “i think someone spiked my drink at the club,” marco says again, words slightly slurred. his eyes are too bright, unfocused in that particular way that says something is off. “i feel— weird.” pecco straightens a little against the door, one hand gripping the edge of the handle. “do you need a hospital?” he asks, adrenaline starting to hum beneath his skin. marco doesn’t look drunk. he looks— fragile, rattled. he shakes his head, curls bouncing. “no, i— i don’t know. i didn’t want to be alone.” it comes out in a rush, and his eyes widen, like he can’t quite believe the words are coming out of his own mouth. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have come here.” “it’s fine, c’mon,” pecco mutters, stepping aside from the doorway and letting marco brush past him. he sinks onto the edge of the couch, spine stiff, knee bouncing like it’s trying to break free of his leg. pecco closes the door and stands there, observing him. “you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?” “i’m fine. pecco, really. it’s just—” marco breaks off with a groan, both hands running through his curls in frustration. then, abruptly, he looks up, wild-eyed. “ask me if i jerked off before the race today.” pecco frowns, whole face tightening. “why the hell would i ask you that?”

“just—ask me, francesco.”

pecco’s heart ticks a little faster. for a moment, he thinks this is just some elaborate migno-fueled prank to rattle him before next weekend. he exhales through his nose. “fine. did you jerk off before the race today?” marco visibly stiffens, his hands fisting against his thighs. he looks like he’s trying to stop himself from speaking, but the words tumble out anyway, edged and tense. “yes,” he bites, eyes squeezed shut. “i was thinking about that guy vale introduced me to in imola.” he slaps both hands over his mouth, horrified. his ears go red. and well, pecco thinks. that’s… something. not that he hadn’t suspected. he had seen marco watching, sometimes. him, celestino. that’s not what surprises him. his brows knit. “so what? they drugged you with—i don’t know, a truth serum?” he lets out a half-laugh at how absurd it sounds, but marco doesn’t even crack a smile. his voice is dead serious when he replies. “migno thinks so. he asked me if i cheated at briscola the other night and i said yes. you know i would never admit that, pecco.” pecco lets out a low chuckle, the tightness in his stomach unclenching. “okay, okay, that’s fair.” 

he crosses the room and sinks down beside marco, fingers brushing his elbow before tugging him gently in. marco folds into the embrace with the same ease he always does at the ranch, late at night, when pecco is too tired to pretend he doesn’t crave touch. “you can always ask vale for the guy’s number, you know,” he murmurs, trying to ease the tension away. marco huffs, and presses closer. “i don’t want his number,” he says quietly. pecco's hand moves steady along his back, lulling. “someone else on your mind, then?” he teases, and that seems the wrong thing to say. marco suddenly stills against his arm; his breath gets laboured again, like he’s restraining himself. “i had a crush on you, for a while,” he then says, words stuffed into his mouth. pecco’s hand stills on his back; he registers the words little by little, like water dripping from a leaking faucet. “at the beginning,” marco adds. “you were so… sure of yourself. i used to watch you and think, fuck, i want to be like that, and then—” his throat clicks, dry. “—and then i realized i didn’t just want to be you.” pecco resumes his motions, kneading the tension pooling on marco’s lower back. “is this why you said you were busy with alessandro when domizia tried to set you up with her friend last month?” he asks, the episode now flashing to the front of his thoughts. marco huffs, hides against his neck. “ah, fuck. yes. and—yeah. i just don’t… want to go out with anyone right now.” pecco shifts, just enough to rest his chin lightly on the crown of marco’s head. “okay. that’s cool,” he says, low and even, trying not to sink into the guilt already curling at the pit of his stomach. he thinks of the nights at the ranch again. how they always seemed to end like this—shoulders brushing, marco leaning just a little too close, pecco never pulling away. he had grown used to it. to marco’s closeness, to his weight against his chest. “i didn’t know,” he says eventually, careful, because he needs marco to hear it. “and i’m sorry it had to come out like this. i didn’t want to take advantage of you. i didn’t think.” there’s a beat, and then marco’s voice, worn soft brushing against the corded muscle of his neck. “it’s fine, franci,” he murmurs. pecco can only but believe him, given the circumstance. “i’m a little embarrassed, to be honest,” he adds, quicker, like the words are tripping over themselves on their way out. pecco lets out a short, surprised breath; marco never admits to things like that. it’s almost—endearing. marco must sense the shift in his expression, because he groans and pulls back just enough to look up at him, his cheeks flushed, expression stuck somewhere between mortified and resigned. “please don’t ask me to reveal any of aprilia’s secrets. or what i saw in jorge’s phone last time in the box.” pecco snorts this time, a real laugh breaking through his teeth. “you can’t lead with that and then ask me not to ask.”

“pecco,” marco pleads, wide-eyed and dramatic now, voice edging into theatrical desperation. his face is ridiculous, and so completely, unmistakably him, that pecco feels something in his chest finally unspooling. “all right,” he says, smiling faintly. “fine. you’re safe. for now.” he tugs marco back in, and he sighs, almost relieved, the strain into his limbs finally beginning to ebb. pecco closes his eyes and lets himself stay there— to the steady breath against his neck, to the way marco’s heartbeat, faint and rhythmic, lines up against his own.

[generalluxun]

MLS6 Sublimation

An analysis of Marinette's behavior/reactions (by request) Salt-Free.

This post is in response to an ask, because tumblr ate that reply and posts save drafts!

The ask was in regards to my statement in another post that Marinette's actions were a 'control' move, asking me to clarify what that meant. I'm going to break it down here, referencing (but not quoting I do not have transcripts) on screen statements and behaviors

The goal is explaining, not vilifying.

I don't blame anyone for missing some of this, the messaging was very muddled in this episode and you could easily lose things in Marinette's breakneck word-vomit as well as some mixed messaging later in the episode.

You can break down Marinette's behavior re:Sublime like this:

Motivation:Fear

Response:Control

Tool:Friendship.

Early on we establish that Marinette is afraid. She's 'not jealous'(she claims) but she very much is catastrophizing. She envisions Adrien liking Sublime better than her and deciding to go out with her. We'll put a pin in this for later but for our purposes now this admits her emotion: She is afraid.

Her response to this fear is an attempt to gain a level of control over the situation. If she has control, she doesn't need to be afraid!(She thinks) She goes right back into her (worst) habits of the previous seasons. She gathers intel, follows/stalks/spies on people, and forms elaborate plans.

All of these are bent to trying to befriend Sublime- but friendship isn't the real motivation, just the tool. I have no doubt Marinette would like to be friends with Sublime bit in this instance that is not *why* she is going to these lengths. Marinette believes if she is Sublime's friend that somehow she(Sublime) won't want to date Adrien, or maybe just that Marinette could spot anything forming and head it off. -She will have more control.

And that's it really. I'm not going to dig into Marinette's specific behaviors as I think they were done 'for the show' you *could* make the final talk with Sublime into being a control move too (guilt/pity so that Sublime would feel bad 'stealing' Adrien) but I think that was more about shoehorning in a 'lesson' while not wanting to address the lesson set up at the start(for unknown reasons)

Now I am going to get into *why* what Marinette is doing is actually worse than what she has done before. If you can't stomach even a well intentioned critique of our protagonist, this is your warning.

In Sublimation Marinette is treating Adrien as an *object*. From the very beginning her fear discounts his agency. Marinette us afraid Sublime will be better and so Adrien will leave. It's 1+1 to her.

The fact that Adrien has openly and repeatedly professed his love for her doesn't seem to weigh for anything. Are we to assume her own love is so mercenary? If someone just slightly 'better' than Adrien came along, would she jump ship? I'd like to think not.

Now, this is a common (and very tired) romance trope, but it is one that needs to die, and it feeds poorly into Marinette's other behaviors. It also shows a regression. It was one thing to worry that an Adrien who she wasn't dating, who hadn't told her he loved her, might be wooed by someone else amazing(Kagami). It is something else entirely to consider him fickle and a mere creature to be dazzled by a new and shiny thing.

Her approach -inserting herself into Adrien's friendship- also disregards his autonomy. Her little 'my future friends' speech might seem cute, but with the knowledge of her fear and the lengths she goes to, it is clear- Adrien can't have female friends who Marinette doesn't have an eye on.

A healthy response is to wait to be introduced. It is good to have friends who are 'yours' outside of who you are in a relationship. Each party should know people who are not beholden to the other.

If she couldn't wait(which we will allow for, anxiety exists) ask to be introduced. Keeping Adrien in the loop and letting him have agency in the hows, whens, and ifs of things is still reasonably reapectful.

Going behind his back to forge a connection without his involvement and 'usurp' the friendship is is just flatly unhealthy. Yes Adrien makes light of it, but this is the abused boy who has been told the person who abused him was a hero. His ideas about autonomy and self-worth are a bit sketchy at the moment.

This is not all to say Marinette is a 'bad person'. It *is* to say what she is doing here is bad, top to bottom. Marinette behaved terribly in this episode. Do not do anything remotely resembling what she did. Do not take away any of her justifications as valid. They are the same logic that an alcoholic uses to say 'Just one won't hurt'.

Here's to hoping this particular arc of Marinette's journey ends quickly. It feels like a real step back for her.