#finished everything i need to do for that today

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30 MILLION TO 1

yandere!phainon x fem!reader | part ii. ∄

you promised phainon you could handle things, and he let you go against his better judgement. next time though, he refuses to let you go alone. however, next time may never happen.

word count | ~2k

cw | angst , death , blood, yandere!phainon , low key stalker phainon , 30 million cycles , grammatical errors , etc.

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Unlike most people, Phainon starts his day a bit differently. The moment he wakes up he is already pulling you close to his chest so he could hug you as tight as he could. His actions always jostle you awake as you yawn and wrap your own arms around his waist and stuff your face into his chest. He knew that if you didn’t hug him back in the morning then something was obviously wrong.

“Morning, Phainon,” you mumbled, your voice being muffled by his chest as he hugged you impossibly closer. He didn’t know why, but he very much enjoyed squeezing you. Now that he thinks about it … he believes Hyacine calls it cuteness aggression.

And like always since you both started living together, you would be up first. Somehow managed to wrestle out of his grip and get out of bed, and he would, of course, be hot on your heels. He honestly couldn’t stand not being close to you and you never said anything about his clinginess. In fact, you enabled him more often than not.

“What do you have planned for today?”

That was another thing. After he gets done training and makes some random excuse to the other Chrysos Heirs, he would quickly find himself tailing you throughout the day. His eyes soaking up any detail that he has failed to notice before while also hoping you would slip about something you’ve been keeping secret (like where you really come from). But he couldn’t say that to you, he didn’t want to see you react negatively towards anything he does. Which is why he hides the fact that he threatens any man or woman who comes your way, why he hides his tailing habits, why he hides how he is utterly obsessed with everything about you.

“Just some training,” he said simply as he started to brush his teeth right next to you in front of the mirror, his elbow sometimes knocking into yours.

You hummed as you spit out your toothpaste, “well, I have my own business to attend to today.”

He spit out his own toothpaste, “like what?”

You turned on the sink and cleaned off any toothpaste residue from your mouth before gently doing the same for Phainon which he happily leaned into your touch for.

“Professor Anaxagoras has some info for me that I had asked him about awhile ago, and asked me to meet him this afternoon.”

Phainon huffed, “I should-“

“Stay here just in case an emergency pops up,” you finished.

“But what if you run into some trouble?”

“I can assure you that I am a capable fighter Phainon.”

He gave you that look that screamed ‘I’m not too sure about that’ as you lightly pushed him with a roll of your eyes, “you were too much Phainon, I swear that I’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Against his better judgement, he did let you go alone. And later on through the day, he did get busy, so he didn’t even get the chance to see you off. Much to his dismay.

Meanwhile, when you had finally reached the Grove in the afternoon, Anaxa was already waiting for you. His eye already picking you out as he gestured for you to follow him.

“Leaving Amphoreus isn’t possible right now.”

You didn’t even have to ask as he already decided to hit you hard with the truth.

“I understand… so I’m stuck here.”

Anaxa looked at you as you closed the door to his office, and leaned against it as you hung your head – he never seen you look so defeated.

“Have you told Phainon?”

You shook your head, “no… I haven’t. I thought that if we could find a way to break through this place, then I could call for help, and then tell him everything, and maybe… ask him to come with me. However, it seems I will need to find a way out of this place before I tell him everything.”

“Wouldn’t it be simpler to tell the truth now?”

“He has the prophecy to worry about,” you said after a moment, “I don’t want to burden him with my own problems.”

“Then why bother getting close to him?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but ended up closing it. Why? You know you aren’t apart of this world, but you ended up getting close to Phainon anyway. It wasn’t like you planned to get trapped here and fall in love with him. In fact, this place wasn’t even where you were planning to go because someone or something pulled you here. Not to mention that Phainon didn’t make it easy. He was definitely persistent.

“Because I fell in love with him.”

“Foolish,” Anaxa muttered, “utterly foolish.”

You smiled a bit sheepishly. Anaxa reminded you a lot of Dr. Ratio, but luckily Anaxa was a bit more tolerable. (Especially when you were wrong about something he didn’t throw chalk at your head…)

“Anyway, Professor-“

You jumped as there was a knock on the door. And panicked voices were yelling from the outside.

You were quick to open it as a few people bursted in causing Anaxa to step forward as well, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s the black tide! It’s here!”

“Already,” you asked, “without any warning?”

You heard about the black tide, had your reservations about it, but decided to leave the problem to the chyrsos heirs while also offering your help here and there. You didn’t think that this would happen.

“We need to evacuate,” Anaxa said, “where-“

One of the students clutched her hands to her chest, “this is everyone, Professor. The others-,” she cut herself off with a choked sob. So another student spoke up, “the escape routes were blocked off. We’re basically stuck here!”

“Why weren’t the alarms set off?”

“Someone disabled them.”

You huffed, not really understanding why everything was falling apart so quickly, but it was fine. If this was all that was left, then you would just blaze a path for the survivors. As a nameless. It was your job to trailblaze a new path.

Phainon was the first to get the emergency. His footfalls were light even as he raced through Okhema. The other Chyrsos Heirs could only try to keep up, even Mydei couldn’t catch up to the Deliverer because the moment that it was said that the Grove was attacked he was already gone. And the sight that was left for him was –

His feet felt like lead as he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other. His eyes refusing to look down at the bodies he had to step over or move around.

“Phainon-“

He didn’t wait to listen to what his fellow Chyrsos Heirs had to say, and he didn’t want to ask Castorice if she could sense your soul. He had to find you for himself. Wherever you are.

Like a mantra, he chanted inside his head that you were fine. Probably fighting off the last remaining enemies.

And you were, you had been at least… but a sword had plunged into the upper left side of your chest, the jagged blade splitting your heart in two. Your weapon dropped to the floor as you raised your hands to grip the blade. Your eyes staring up at a figure dressed in black, his face masked behind metal plating.

“Not part of the cycle.”

In broken words, the masked figure spoke to you, his sword plunging in just a bit deeper as the students behind you huddled close together while also protecting a knocked out Anaxa.

“Cycle? What cycle?”

You coughed as blood dribbled from your mouth and seeped from your wound. Your vision was already darkening and your body started to feel cold where the wound was as a numbness started to form around your toes and fingertips which wanted to seep and spread into your very limbs. The cloaked figure raised it’s other hand, grabbed your neck for stability, before pulling the blade from your chest and dropping you to the floor.

“Core .. not here.”

You couldn’t manage to say anything as you lied there. You could feel everything going dark as you closed your eyes.

Is this where the trailblaze ends for you?

By the time Phainon and the others make it to where the survivors were, the cloaked figure was already gone. And even as the survivors cheered for their arrival, Phainon was only focused on you and your still body being cradled in one of the girl’s arms. His steps were slow as he walked over and knelt in front of the student who was holding you.

“What happened,” he managed to ask, his hand shakily reached out to touch your face, but you were already so cold. He moved his fingers to your neck. No pulse.

“A cloaked figure attacked us, but she stood in his way. They fought for a long time before that monster got the upper hand and stabbed her through the chest… We- we think she would have won if she didn’t get injured by protecting us from the black tide.”

He hated hearing the words “would have won” because that means these students were in the way of her victory. If she didn’t protect these selfish, ignorant, undeserving people then she would still be alive. Though, he also has the cloaked figure to blame as well… like a nightmare that monster seems to fester.

“Deliverer. You’re scaring them.”

He snapped out of his thoughts and noticed that he had ripped your body from the girl’s grasp and pulled you close to his chest. And the look on his face… just looking at the students he could tell that he had struck fear into them. And truthfully, he didn’t care.

He stood up and picked up your body as well. One arm was hooked under your knees while the other supported your back so that your head was resting against his chest.

“Good.”

After your death, the cycle continued as it always had and ended just like before with him resetting and starting the cycle anew.

When he walked through Okhema’s gates for the first time, he had immediately set out to find you. Though, throughout the years that he had lived there, day in and day out, you were never in sight. Even when he had become a Chyrsos Heir you had made no appearance. Before too long, he had went through one hundred different cycles but you hadn’t appeared again.

It was like you had never existed in the first place.

Meanwhile, you were resting a palm over your chest as you sat in the Astral Express infirmary. Your memories on what had happened being lost on your as Himeko told you that they found floating around in space with a massive wound in your chest. And you couldn’t even tell them nor remember how you got there. The last thing you remember was leaving to check a stellaron reading.

“Mannn, well, I guess it’s better than losing all my memories.”

“No kidding,” March said as she, Dan Heng, Welt, and a person you never met before entered the room.

And you learned that this person was named Stelle. A new member of the Astral Express. Also a person who currently housed a stellaron in their body…

“I feel like I missed so much.”

“You did. Thankfully, since we’re going to Penacony next, you can finally have some time to rest and relax.”

That was another thing you learned, you have been missing for about one to two years now. But that was alright, you were sure that you would get back into the swing of things eventually. And hey, maybe they were right. Penacony, as you had heard, was a lot like a fancy resort of some kind. So some fun and relaxation was definitely what you needed.

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your writing is so incredible :) can you do one where Lando has never had a girlfriend who can match his sex drive, until her. she suffers even more than him when he’s away for a race and she’s not there. so when she watches him win in austria from home, she’s sitting there literally almost feral until he finally comes home..

Desperate Measures - LN4 🔥

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Summary: Lando wins a race. You’re at home. Horny. Alone. You text him. He flies straight back and fucks you within ten minutes of walking through the door. No soft reunion — just filthy, fast, desperate sex on your kitchen counter like he’s been waiting since the podium. You both end up naked and wrecked on the floor, vowing never to be apart again on race weekends.

Warnings: Smut. Post-race adrenaline sex. Public teasing via text. Intense emotional and physical desperation. Rough fucking (counter sex, clothes ripped off, no time for the bed). Language. Praise kink. Possessiveness. Mutual obsession.

He’s never met anyone like you. Not just hot. Not just funny. Not just the kind of girl who could wreck his entire life with one look. You’re hungry. Properly. Madly. Obscenely turned on by him at all times.

And for once in his chaotic, fast-paced, overstimulated fucking life, someone finally wants him just as much as he wants them. No games. No faking headaches. No “I’m tired” or “again?” or “you’re insatiable.”

Just: “I was thinking about you all day, take your fucking pants off.” Just: “You didn’t even let me finish showering last time.” Just: “I don’t care. I want it now. Get in.”

It’s a match made in heaven. Or hell. Depending on the state of his back. And it’s never harder than when he’s away racing.

You can handle some of the distance. You’re used to the calendar. The long stretches. The back-to-backs and triple headers. He FaceTimes you from planes and paddocks. Sends you photos with captions like “thinking about your mouth” or “you’d ruin me if you were here right now.” You’ve got toys. You’ve got videos. You’ve got memories from the last time he fucked you sideways against your bathroom sink.

But none of it helps today. Because he’s in Austria. And he just fucking won. You’re home. Alone. Knees pulled to your chest on the sofa. Wearing one of his hoodies and nothing else. The race is still playing on the TV, Lando grinning wide on the podium, champagne in his hair, that smug sparkle in his eye. Your phone buzzes with a message from him:

LAN: U watching, baby? Did I make you proud?

You send back:

YOU: I’m not wearing underwear.

The typing dots appear immediately. Then:

LAN: Get the fuck ready. My flight lands at 9.

You’re already a mess by 8:15. You’ve tried everything. Showered. Changed. Changed again. Put your favorite playlist on. Opened the window. Closed it. Tried not to rub your thighs together but failed seven fucking times.

You thought watching him race got you going, but winning? Seeing him drenched in champagne and adrenaline? Hearing his voice on the team radio cracking with joy?

Baby I can’t wait to see you.

It’s game over. By 8:55, you’re pacing. By 9:03, you’re wringing your hands at the front door like a wife in the 1950s. By 9:11, you hear the key turn in the lock and nearly scream.

He steps in. Smiling. Tired. Still in team gear. And the second he sees you, hoodie off, skin glowing, lips parted, his whole body tenses. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he says softly.

And then he drops his bag and takes your face in his hands. The kiss is immediate. No gentle reunion. No soft smiles. Just teeth. Tongue. Desperation. He walks you backward into the hallway, lips on yours like he’s trying to inhale you. You’re moaning into his mouth, already clawing at his shirt, nails dragging over his stomach as he kicks the door shut with his heel.

“I missed you so bad,” you gasp.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve been hard since the podium.”

“Then do something about it, Lando.” 

He doesn’t need telling twice. He fucks you like he’s been dying of thirst and you’re the only water on the planet. Hard. Deep. Sloppy. The kind of sex that doesn’t bother with conversation, just sound. Breathing. Cursing. Begging. The kind of sex that feels earned. He lifts you onto the kitchen counter before you even reach the bedroom. Rips your top off. Buries his face in your chest and groans like he’s finally breathing again.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

“I’ve been dripping since Oscar nearly took you out.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

He doesn’t even take his shoes off. He just yanks your hips forward and sinks in. You scream. It’s raw. Loud. No rhythm at first, just his hips slamming into you, your legs locked around him, both of you fucking like the world ends in ten minutes and this is your last meal. He’s groaning against your neck, saying “you’re mine, this pussy’s mine, fuck I needed this so bad.”

You come first. Hard. Shaking around him, nails in his shoulders, crying out his name like a confession. He comes soon after. Deep. With a gasp and a whimper and your name falling from his lips like prayer. And when you both finally collapse, sweaty and fucked out and completely wrecked on your living room floor, he just laughs.

“What?” you mumble, panting.

He pulls you into his chest. “Next time I win, I’m flying you out. No excuses.”

You grin. And pull him on top of you again.

[svt-ara]

⋆｡𖦹°‧𓂅 DINO and his USEFUL NOONA

synopsis࣪ › a fan-made video where it shows ( some ) of the cutest clips between the seventeen's maknae and group's only noona— dive into these 22 min. and 19 sec. of chanra

ᯓ★ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦/𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 dino being made fun of (lol nothing new), mention of food, mild alchool use | ๋⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗪𝗖 3.0k | ๋⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗔𝗡 some of the scenes are sliiiiightly different from the actual ones just to make the "boring" part shorter iykyk. half proofread (sorry got lazy)

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ⓘ masterlist, youtube masterlist

🎬 ⌗000 , INTRODUCTION — ❝ how do you feel about having only one noona ? ��

set ⤹ ask in a box: seventeen , part 1

mingyu smirks sightly as he is about to read the frist question for the maknae written on the white paper between his fingers.

"how do you feel about having only one noona?"

hoshi's laugh and curious hums from the others fill the room. from his seat, dino lets out an enthusiastic "ooh~" likes he's been waiting for this moment the whole life.

he pauses, think for a second and then:

"it's kind of a flex-" he doesn't even get to finish because the reactions are quick. dokyeom stands up from his chair clapping loudly, like it's a standing ovation, but blends into the noise of the other members laughing or teasing the maknae.

and ara is just there, trying ( and failing ) to hide from everyone eyes because her face is probably all red— she is a flex?!

"let me exlpain, let me explain" dino tries to talk over the noise that fades soon after, hands in the air like he's calming a crowd. "she is balance" he tries again, but he just get back other chuckles he decides to ignore this time.

"twelve hyungs is like being in a group project without a manager, but one noona ? she feels like the manager" ara, briefly shown on camera, is smiling proudly — though the flush on her cheeks gives her away.

[ shy shy shy ]

"so, you're basically saying she's not part of the group" woozi chimes in, barely containing his laugh flustering the maknae. "no no no, that's not what i meant- ayy. can i say something serious without being interrupted?" he complains, barely holding a smile for the hilarious situation. he finally recives some nods, so he clears his throat drammatically and continues.

"she knows how to help and when let me figure things out. but honestly, when she is angry she might be scarier than all the members combined" he chuckles galancing her way, his mind thinking about those moments. ara stares at him wide-eyed, mouth half-open but nothing cames out— just the corner of her lips lifting.

[ the women was too stunned to speak ]

"you said you were being serious!" seungkwan shouts, the laughter returns, full volume this time. but dino raises a hand, smiling soft now, and adds.

"one noona is more than enough. i don't need other, she makes up for like... twenty"

[ happy ending ]

🎬 ⌗001 — ❝ what were you saying ? ❞

set ⤹ going seventeen - treasure island: 14 raiders , part 2

some of the members were spread out on a blanket, eating like they hadn't seen food in days, while casual chattering about the treasure hunt they were doing today.

ara wasn't really part of the conversation— not fully. she was just listening, jumping into the conversation every now and then— but honestly, the bowl of ramyeon in her hand was taking all of her attention now. she was sitting cross-legged beside dino, who was fully involved into the conversation— loud and animated.

"i want to shoot a TTT" dino suddently says, changing the whole point of the conversation they were just having, but getting ara's attention anyway.

"it was the only time i..." she galanced his side profile, waiting. the breeze catched his dyed blond hair, messing it up a little. her mouth was full of ramyeon, her right hand perfectly still and holding the chopstics between her fingers mid-air— like she'd paused everything as dino spoke.

[ tries to open up ]

"is there more ramyeon?" joshua's voice cuts through whatever the maknae was in the middle of saying, making ara slightly flinch and gaining a laugh from seungkwan.

she blinks and galances around confused for a moment, before shifting her attention back to him again. "what were you saying?" he quietly looks at her for a second, then shrugs.

"nothing, really" he says with a small shake of his head, but she frowns not happy with that answer. "ya~ come on, tell me. don't be like this" she push his shoulder lightly, wanting him to continue what passed unnoticed.

[ caring noona ]

he cutely lowers his head, the corners of his mouth curving up before telling her was he was about to say.

[ bros lowkey happy with the attention but will never ever admits it ]

🎬 ⌗002 — ❝ let's go, dino ! ❞

set ⤹ game caterer x seventeen 2-1

the super-store game with na pd had been going on for what felt like forever. most of the members were already placed on the side, who sat and who standing up, watching closely the last ones still in the game— somewhat jeonghan, seungkwan, vernon and dino.

ara patiently sat on the chair beside woozi, leg crossed and hands resting on her laps, waiting for the maknae turn — curious about the game he is going to play.

[ it's dino the razor ]

"i'ts proverb relay" na pd says, getting a breath of pure relief from dino. not exactly the same reaction as the others, not encouraging him. "oh, he's out" many voices overlapped, already assuming he would lose.

the frist one ara heard was woozi, because he's right beside her, gaining a silent chuckle from her. without even looking, she lightly hits his arm. "let's go, dino!" she decides to cheer him up, her hand on the side of her mouth like he is meters away.

dino briefly turned his head with a confident grin painted on his lips. someone— probably jeonghan, protested in the background. hoshi fake-gasp and mingyu sighs, like he had just been betrayed. "that's favoritism" he mutters under his breath, shaking his head.

[ spoiler: he got it wrong ]

🎬 ⌗003 — ❝ but sometimes there was ara... ❞

set ⤹ eunchaestardiary ep. 25

"how it feels to have 12 older brothers and even an older sister?" eunchae curiously asked, getting from dino a sudden "oh~" somewhere between understanding and a tragic sound— making the youngest chuckle, waiting for his answer.

"i had so many things to say back in the day" he hesitated for a moment, not knowing if he should've gone into details. but after the girl encouraged him, he spoke up again. "they pranked a lot, they would deliberately say mean stuff" dino uncounciously pouted while explaining.

"i would get hurt by them and then be like this-" he demostrared the exact face— full pout, head lowered, looking down at the floor like a kicked puppy.

"but sometimes there was ara..." dino pauses, his voice soften a little because of the memory snuck up to him. eunchae tilts her head to the side, watching him curiously. a smile tugged the corner of his mouth.

"i mean, she wasn't, like, protecting me 24/7 or anything-" he waves his hand dismissively, clearing it up. "but, she just had this way of showing up exactly when i needed it" he shrugs, trying to keep it casual, like it wasn't a big deal.

"like, when some of the hyungs would gang up and say i messed up at something-" he paused, remembering those times. "she wouldn't defend me right away, but later she'd just walk past and be like 'you were right, btw'" dino smiles at the way eunchae's eyes widen sightly.

"she sounds scary" she genuinely says, making the boy giggles. "she kinda was when she did that," he nods, agreeing with her "but she also was the one who knew when i was really upset, and not just joking around" he pauses again, then adds under his breath.

"and she bought me food, which helps"

[ theyre so cutie patootie coded ]

🎬 ⌗004 — ❝ give him time ! ❞

set ⤹ going seventeen - i know & don't know , part 1

ara stand beside seungkwan, one arm loosely laced through his while her hands tucked deep down into her jacket pockets, searching for warmth. some of the members were sprinting toward them, making her giggle under her breath as they looked a bit stupid.

"its been a while, don't know" dino was the frist one to speak as they stopped in front of them. ara could already sense the relentless bickering about to start, another normal day in seventeen.

"he went to going elementary and you went to sevong elementary" jeonghan chimed into the conversation after a while, getting a quick and hilarious answer from mingyu. "you haven't grown".

that one sent ara, she couldn't help but to find that really funny, covering her mouth with her sleeve. but she still had a role to play— noona duties. she wasn't quick enough tho.

before she could even say anything, seungkwan was already on it, "he's going through a growth spurt!". ara belives he isn't just laughing, but defending him just because theyre on the same team.

but she didn't wait another second as she takes some steps foward and lock eyes with the tallest,"ya, you have to give him time! ". she said, as she pointed her finger straight at mingyu.

[ girl is ready to throw hands ]

dino was somewhere between a flustered and triumphant mess, seungkwan leaned into her like he'd just been personal validated, "say it louder!". ara didn't even looked back, she stood her ground— dramatic and honestly kinda of useless, but it's the thought that counts after all.

🎬 ⌗005 — ❝ why would you have pants this long? ❞

set ⤹ inside seventeen - thunder

the air in the dance pratice room was lit, jokes were throw around and laughter filled the space. they were midway through the frist run of the chorus, everyone slightly out of breath and sweats layering on their foreheads.

ara was off the side, a little far from the center position, where dino was sliding into with a smooth transition mid-step. except, his foot got caught on his own long pants, and then a thud echoed through the walls.

the full volume laughter filled the room immediately, but ara was genuinely confused— she blinked once, then again looking at seungkwan body launching on top of dino with his endlessy laugh.

then she collected the pieces togheter, hearing someone talking about his pants. ara hold back a smile, approaching the boy who was still sitting on the floor with legs streached out in front of him.

she crouched in front of him and reached for the ends of his pants, "why would you have pants this long?" . the way they pooled over his shoes like a broken curtain just made her sigh more. he just pressed his lips togheter, his shoulders trembling cleary stuggling with holding his laughter.

her fingers folded the hems, tucking the extra fabric so it would at least behave for the rest of the choreo. she was fast, members still being loud around them— and when she was over, she tapped the top of his head messing with his hair.

[ dino's second mom ]

🎬 ⌗006 — ❝ you're adorable ❞

set ⤹ going seventeen - TTT part 2 , hyperealism ver.

ttt was probably one of the funniest content to record, ara would just drink and sing karaoke endlessy— it didn't even felt like work.

after the too many drinking games, ara was knocked down— she even lost the count of how many shots she had taken, not like she would care. she was draped halfway across the table, holding her soju glass like it was a microphone.

she would slur something every now and then, but none was really capable of understand what she was talking about— but probably it was something with no sense at all.

dino, who was sitting on the chair beside her, looked at her with an unfazed gaze— the time they acknowledge theyre going to film a ttt, we already know ara is going to be a whole mess.

"noona," dino said carefully, not knowing if his voice could startle the girl, "how many fingers am i holding up?". the boy, holding up three fingers, asked. ara squinted her eyes, leaned fowards and even blinked many times but, nothing to do— her vision was too blurred.

[ now the maknae is taking care of the noona wtf ]

"you're adorable" she said instead, deciding to ignore the question. dino blinked, confused at what he heard, but as he tried to speak again— ara was too fast. "you're like, so good. like, really. you always try so hard and you don't even complain and that's so— like, respectable".

and then, like her behavior was the most normal thing in the world, she leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. "i swear, i'm not that drunk" she whispered, closing her eyes hoping the headache would eventually go away.

dino unfazed expression was now replaced with a smile, not knowing if to blush or laugh at the mess she was. "she might start crying soon" s.coups, who watched all the weird interaction, laughed pointing at ara.

[ fun fact: ara didn't cry, but she do asked dino to sing a love song with her ten minutes later ]

🎬 ⌗007 — ❝ wait, i'll keep you company ❞

set ⤹ going seventeen - boomily outing , part 2

ara was mostly just chilling around since she had nothing to do. cooking definitely wasn't one of her strong suit, so she let the other handle the hardesr work. she was comfortably seated on the stairs beside mingyu and jeonghan, messing with his fluffy hair.

"dino's been standing at that microwave for like, twenty minutes now" mingyu said, galancing toward the open door where, from their spot, you could clearly see dino staring at something heating up. he looked really— really, bored.

"dino, close the door or bugs will come inside" mingyu shouted and like a puppy, he reached the door— but got stopped by ara before he could close it. "wait, i'll keep you company" she got up from her seat with a soft stretch, and padded over before he could close it.

with a little smile, she slipped inside beside him and pulled it shut behind her. she walked over him casually slipping beside him, looking at the food draped over the counter. "you didn't have to come in if you were having fun".

ara shrugged, brushing her hair behind her ear as she leaned against the counter. "we were just chilling anyway, and you looked insanely bored" ara's arms where folded loosely crossed across her chest, dino finger tapping the counter creating a small rhythm.

"then, you could've just chilled" he offered, looking at her. "ay~ don't worry. this felt funnier anyway, i'm okay with that" she was too overwhelmed with his cutesy and worried face, she couldn't resist but lightly pinch one of his cheek.

dino was so flustered at that he didn't even hear the microwave sounds, so ara tilted her head and gave him a look. "you gonna get that or are you waiting for it to cool down in there?"

🎬 ⌗008 — ❝ say please ❞

set ⤹ svt record #2

the camera was fixed on dino at frist, explaining something about the music video they were just recording. he even showed the other members rolling their group dance part, and ara was one of them.

"let's see the members monitoring" cut to handheld, dino's point of view, the camera shook slightly as he made his was toward the group. the screen showed some of the members, and then he showed ara— focused and slightly bend forward as she watched the monitor playback of their dance shoot.

she didn't noticed him, nor heard him, so ofcurse he got as closer as humanly possible. the camera hovered just cenimetres away from her cheek. "oh!" she gasped sharply, turning and nearly bumping right into him.

"you scared me!" eyes wide, voice breathy, one hand flying straight to her chest. the camera shook a little as dino brust into a quiet laughter behind it, clearly proud of himself. "you should've seen your face".

ara squinted her eyes at the camera with disbelief, "why youre like this" but she didn't go an answers as he just continued giggling— until she reached for the camera and tried to cover the lens with her hand.

"give me that" she muttered, "say please"

🎬 ⌗009 — ❝ why did you take your jacket off? ❞

set ⤹ inside seventeen - rock with you , mv behind

a cut to a clip of dino out in the dark, jacket draped over one arm, was shown. he was trying to show his outfit for the music video. "it's giving main caratcher-" he tried to say, but got interrupted.

from the edge of the frame ara suddently popped in— a paper cup between her hands, her head tilted and eyes squinted.

"why did you take your jacket off?" she asked bluntly, completely ignoring the camera. dino blinked, caught off guard, "i was showing my outfit to carats" he replied, poiting at the camera still recording.

she didn't even look. instead, she walked up to him gently pulling the edge of his sleeve, then made a face. "you're cold, you're literally freezing" she complained, touching his cold hands. "i'm passionately showing my outfit" he defended

[ he was trying to be cool ]

ara rolled her eyes and held out her cup, "hot tea, take a sip before you get sick" and he took it without a word, trying to hide the tiny smile tugging at his lips. she nooded produly, then reached for his leather jacked and laid it back over his shoulders.

one hand gave a quick adjustment, the other patted his shoulder with a proud smile directed right at the camera. then turned and walked off just as quickly as she came. dino watched her go, then turned back to the camera, lifting the cup ara gave to him. "anyway, it's still giving main caratcher... just warmer"

🎬 ⌗010 , BONUS CLIP — ❝ i think dino forgot that ❞

set ⤹ weverse livestream

it was one of those random weverse lives. ara and dino were just sitting in the girl's living room side by side on the floor, leg crossed and a low table in front of them filled with many takeout boxes already open when they went on live.

the comment section was rolling really fast, she barely had the time to read some of them— but when she finally did. "i'm dying, dino let her talk", ara silently giggled reading that, trying to not get caught dino's attention.

he was too focused on what he was saying to notice what ara was on anyway. he was endlessy talking a lot, switching subject every two minutes. that's when an idea crossed her mind.

"in the second chorus of the new set, if you watch really closely, you'll see hoshi hyung almost tripped and he even tried to cover it up but-" ara didn't even blinked, she just took a spoonful of rice, nooded at the camera, and shoved it directly into his mouth mid-sentence.

"mfh-?" she smiled sweetly at him, before turning back the camera, "this was supposted to be also a muckbang, but i think dino forgot that". dino looked at her like he's been personally betrayed, bliking in shock.

"i was making a point tho" he mumbled under his breath. "and i was feeding you, you can do both" she said with a grin, already going for a second bite. and when he opened his mouth to talk, she raised her spoon again— dino immediatly shut.

[hrtfeltalex]

More of my terrible humor to explain some things for yall, and for today: LET GO from the ego/physical ☝️

⋆ ֹ ̇ ᜒ ˕ ˚ ᜓ ꥈ 𞥊𞥊 ꥇ ˬ ̽ ֽ ٫ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ‹ ࣪ ˖ ་ ᳝ ◝ ₊ ׅ ֹ 𓈒 ࣪

THATS how i feel when i see that some of you still believe the "3d (btw i hate this concept with my WHOLE life omg whats that 😭) is just delayed reflex" "3d and 4d" "keep persisting and the 3d will show up" LIKE WHAT THE HELL? IT DOESNT MAKE SENSEE😭😭😭😭

And i'll prove it to you 🤓☝️

Imagine you're in a room surrounded by mirrors, when you move automatically they will reflect it, right? It wont be like "oh okay...well, listen a audio with some affirmation, do 80k affirmations...then i'll reflect" right? OF COURSE NOT, so the physical is not different! The physical always reflect instantly, no matter what, because the physical reflect the imagination, correct? Automatically, they're the same 🤓☝️

"but alex, wtf do you mean by that?" When you're in front of those mirrors, they reflect you, right? (Your ego, but that's thing for another post ☝️) they're not reflecting a monster version of you, then an a Pennywise version of you, no, they're showing just you and only you, you dont look at your reflex at the mirror and be like "dang... that's another me" NOOO, YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUU! And that's what happens between "imagination" and "physical", they're both the same, the difference is the way the mind of the ego perceives it! (and if you believe there's a difference).

"but alex, there's a difference between them bc the way i perceive them-"

No no no no

THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE! If you validate what your ego experiences with their limiting senses, then you're limiting yourself more than you should! You're pure consciousness

You:

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You're pure consciousness, you're unlimited, you're everything! The ego always lie down on their senses bc thats what feels natural to them, but you shouldnt do it too, because you're more than that, you're actually EVERYTHING yk? You shouldnt limit yourself at feelings, senses, things that the ego touches, sensations, etc, you're literalmente unlimited! But if you lie on these things, then you're limiting yourself more than you recognize. You're pure consciousness, you have no form, you're not limited somewhere, you simple are, you just are, you ARE. (You are= You are everything. The "i am" thing.) the ego mind is programmed to feel those things, the mind know every single sensation that the ego should feel when they touch smtg. Many people get very attached to their ego senses, especially when they are going to "imagine" they drs (you are already experiencing it just by imagining it), people always try to feel everything, but dang, let go of it, you're not limited there (ofc if you want to, you can! I'm just saying bc of people who think they need to feel everything to manifest something/shift or whatever).

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So just to finish it:

1. The imagination and what the ego sees as "physical" are actually the same time, there's no difference.

2. You're pure consciousness, you're unlimited, if you limit yourself at what the ego feels with their senses, then you should stop RIGHT NOW. The consciousness is everything, anything has forms, the consciousness create everything, don't think that just because the ego sees it with its vision (limited btw) that it does means that it is more real than imagination.

[goldenmythosworld]

Synopsis: Caleb loses it when he learns you are going on a date. Pt. 2

CW: fem! Reader, possessive Caleb, argument, angry confessions

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It had been a few weeks since you found out Caleb was still alive. It took a while for you two to sort everything out between you, but you did it.

Everything was back to normal, and that was the issue. He treated you like his best friend, nothing more. You had always wanted him. You have been dropping hints for years, but he never picked up on them.

Deciding that you were not going to mope around waiting for him to fall for you, you finally agreed to go on a date with one of your colleagues. Sure, it was not the best way to get over Caleb, but, hey, it was a first step.

Today was the last day you were staying at Caleb’s — he had insisted you stay with him for a while to “make sure you are okay.” You knew how persistent he was, so you had agreed.

Your bags are already at the front door when you finish up getting ready for your date. You looked good. You had your little black dress on and black heels to match. A smokey eye and a red lip. Your hair is shining and was behaving for once. You are spraying on your perfume when you hear the front door open.

Caleb’s voice rings out, “Pips? Why’s your bags out here?”

You yell back, as you grab your purse, “I’m leaving today. I told you this.”

“I didn’t think you were being serious. Come on, stay a little longer.” You walk out of the guest bedroom you had been staying in, heels clicking in the hardwood floor.

Caleb comes into your vision, and fuck, you will never get over how good he looks in his uniform. It fits him just right. It hugs his broad frame, doing nothing to hide the muscles that you know are underneath.

Caleb stills when he sees you. Eyes flickering across your form. You swear you see desire in his eyes, but you do not let yourself dwell on that. The plan is to move on, not to get sucked back in by overanalysing tiny little reactions.

“No, Caleb. I need to get back. Travelling from here to work is a pain in the ass.” You reply, voice calm and collected.

“Where are you going,” is how he responds. His gaze is intense as he stares you down.

“Home.” You raise an eyebrow at him. You know that is not what he means. He does not reply, he simply stares at you. You roll your eyes and sigh. “If you must know, I’m going on a date.”

He clenches his jaw. His voice is low when he asks, “With who?”

“A colleague of mine.”

“No.”

You pull a face. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“You’re not going on that date. What do you even know about him? He could be a creep.”

“I’ve worked with him for months, he’s a good guy. And, I can handle myself. You know that.”

“I don’t care. You’re not going.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Caleb. We aren’t kids anymore. I’m a grown woman, and I can go on a date if I want to.”

Caleb’s nostrils flare, and you know he is trying to calm himself down. “I’m trying to look out for you,” his voice is hard.

“I get that, and I appreciate it. But I’m fine.”

“Pips, please.”

“Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t go?” Hope flaring in your chest. Maybe he wants you too.

He does not reply, instead, he simply looks away from you.

“Exactly,” you say, shaking your head. You should have known you were stupid to let yourself hope, even if it was for a mere second. It has been years, and he has never shown true interest in you, other than being friends. “This is fucking ridiculous.” That last part was more to yourself.

You move towards your bags. You grab your duffle bag and sling the strap over your shoulder. “I’ll let you know when I’m home.” After grabbing your other bag, you reach for the door handle.

That is when you hear Caleb’s voice. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You pause, then whip your head around. “You don’t even know him!” Your voice rises out of frustration.

“Don’t need to know him to know that.”

“Then who deserves me, Caleb?”

“Honestly? No one.” He still is not looking at you. “But, fuck, if I’m not trying to be the one who does.”

You still. “What?” Your eyes are on him, watching his every move.

Caleb shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh. His eyes flicker to yours. “For someone so smart, you sure can be an idiot sometimes.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, Pips, that all I’ve ever tried to do, since we were kids, was try to be good enough for you. To work myself to the fucking bone to deserve you.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Do not fuck with me right now. You have never ever wanted me. I have only been a friend to you. And I’m sick of waiting around for you to change your mind!” You do not allow yourself to dwell on the fact that you basically just told him that you have always wanted him.

“Are you serious? I have wanted you since I fucking knew what it meant to want a woman!” He yells. You drop your bags onto the floor with a thud.

“I’ve been so obvious in the fact that I wanted you. For years! You never made a move. What else was I supposed to think?”

“I don’t know. Fuck!” He rubs a hand over his face. “All I fucking think about is you. Every second of every day. There’s times I can’t even work because all that’s on my mind is you. Your laugh. Your smile. Your stupid fucking jokes. What it would feel like to have you underneath me.”

You open your mouth the respond, but he cuts you off. “But I stopped myself from doing anything. I wanted to be the best version of myself before I allowed myself to have you. And here you are, all fucking dressed up for a loser who I know wouldn’t even be able to treat you right.”

“You haven’t been treating me right either. You don’t get to fucking decide if I deserve you or not! I do. Me! It’s my choice. Not yours.”

Caleb’s breathing is heavy. His gaze is intense. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Yeah,” his voice is a low whisper when he finally replies. He stalks over to you. You take a step back, until you hit the door behind you. Caleb cages you in, mouth hovering just over yours. His breath fanning over you as he speaks. “You’re right. I haven’t been treating you like I should have been. I’m going to ask you this once. And know that if you say yes, there is no going back. You’ll be mine. Forever. So, tell me, you think I’m good enough for you?”

“You’re the only one I ever actually thought to be good enough.” You reply, voice shaking. Your entire body is shaking with anticipation.

“Good,” is all he says, before he slams his lips onto yours. The kiss is rough. Possessive. Caleb is taking what he wants. And if it is not everything you have been wishing for.

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A/N: part two is coming I promise 🙂‍↕️

[starry-stay-s]

Lesson Well Learned

☆Sylus x pregnant non! mc reader

☆fluff

☆authors note; just a little smth to celebrate my husband coming home, a bit short and honestly idek, hope you enjoy it though😭

☆warnings; pregnancy, reader has curly hair,

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Set in front of you on the obnoxiously large bathroom counter was everything you needed; brushes, creams, gels. Today was finally the day you would teach Sylus how to maintain and style curls. Yes, he would watch you more often than not doing your own, but ever since becoming pregnant, you've both been meaning to have this lesson.

You, because it'd be easier for him to do your hair if you ever felt like not doing it yourself, and him because he was almost certain you'd have a little girl with curly hair. And although you told him it's not for sure, it's like he knows and has been dead set on it. You often see him researching products, ordering more than needed but you know what, it's the thought that count. It honestly warmed your heart top see him already so dedicated to your child.

But with both of your busy schedules, you've had to wait and put off this lesson. Now six months pregnant, you sit on the toilet seat lid, waiting for Sylus to finish a call before getting started. As you're double checking everything, he walks in, his expression determined. You smiled at him as he made his way over and he helped you up.

"No more interruptions, I promise." He says to you, voice soft but firm.

"Alright then, first you're going to take this brush and wet my hair with the spray bottle. Brush from the ends and make your way up alright?" You say, handing him a pink brush and a white spray bottle. He nods, his expression so concentrated it was honestly adorable. You turn your back away and sit on the plush chair he brought in for you. He begins slowly, barely wetting your hair and brushing it.

"You're gonna need more water than that, Sy." You say, watching over your shoulder as he brushes the now frizzy ends of your hair. "When it gets all frizzy like this it means you need more water, brushing it dry will make it worse and might hurt if it's knotted." You say softly, meeting his crimson eye. He nods at the new information, spraying more water.

With another gentle nudge to add more, he finally untangles your full head of hair. You take your leave-in conditioner and open it, putting some on your hand. "This is to moisturize the hair, dont put in too much, about this for the whole head. Here, take some and running it through my hair."

He hums, taking some and running it through your hair gently. He continues until hes done completely. "Was that ok, kitten?" He asks, leaning down over your shoulder to meet your eyes, his filled with worry.

You nod and continue to walk him through the next steps, showing him and telling him what he could improve on. With it being Sylus, he perfects it after his second attempt, practically better than you at this rate. Now that hes gotten the hang of it, you two talk about anything and everything that come to mind. About the baby, how they'll look like, about how often they should allow the twins to take care of them unsupervised.

Time flies and Sylus is finally down styling your hair, crunching in some gel and stepping back to admire his work. Honestly, he did better than you and you looked back at him, grin wide.

"Good job baby, did better than me."

"I was only able to do it with your help." He says, kissing your forehead. He quickly cleans everything up, not letting you help as you continue to sit on the chair. Once he was done he helped you up and led you to the bed.

He kneeled in front of you, carefully placing your hair in your bonnet, making sure it was securely on. He leaned his forehead on yours, breathing softly with his eyes closed. His hands come to rest of your bump, thumbs softly caressing it.

"I love you both so much. I'll protect the both of you, always."

[sweetdispatch]

not sure if your requests are still open but if they are, here’s mine! water 9, air 5, earth 5, fire 3? strictly platonic/familial please! i’ve been having a hard time recently and my real older brother gives me no comfort but i feel like quinn would actually care!!

Tray of cookies - Q. Hughes

v' elements pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader summary: You've been struggling for the whole week with no one to talk with, that's why you went to see Quinn warning: swear words note: i'm so sorry to hear it love, hope this will bring you a little bit support and if you would ever need someone to talk with - i'm here for you!

The past week has been rough. Nothing was going the way you wanted and you felt crushed by everything. At school, at work, in your family nothing was working. You called your siblings to talk with them, to get their support but they ignored the phone calls. They felt that you’re overreacting again and they have too much on their plates to deal with you. 

That’s why you decided to visit Quinn. He was your neighbour but also a friend. At first you hesitated to go and see him. You didn’t want to be a burden for him too but now, when your siblings weren’t picking up, you felt forced to do it. You needed someone to talk with. You checked the hour and saw that it was past 6pm, which meant that Quinn’s definitely at home. 

Before you went to see him, you decided to bake a tray of cookies. You didn’t want to come and throw your problems at him with empty hands. You baked his favorite chocolate chip cookies and packed them into a container. An hour later, you went three floors up and knocked on the door, patiently waiting for him to open. 

“Hi, I didn’t expect you today” Quinn said with a smile and opened the door wider. 

“I baked cookies for you, can I come in?” You asked him. 

“Of course. Go on the couch and I’ll make us a cup of tea. Green lemon with one tablespoon of sugar like always?” Quinn asked you. 

“Yes, thank you” You sat on the couch trying to put all your thoughts in order but this brought you to tears.

“I hear your crying. Tell me what’s wrong” Quinn sat next to you and put your cup of tea on the coffee table. 

“I failed an exam and it wasn't even my fault. The professor saw that another girl was cheating on my paper and he decided to fail both of us. I was studying my ass for this exam and it was taken away from me” First tears spilled from your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry to hear it. Was it the Roman law exam you’ve been talking about?” Quinn asked you and you nodded. “You put all your heart and hard work into it. He shouldn't fail you because of someone. It was out of your control. Did you talk to him?” 

“I did but he said that only guilty people feel the need to explain themselves. I can write it again next week but I’m scared. I feel like I forgot everything” You covered your face with your hands. Quinn caressed your back to give you a little support. 

“You’ll do great. You were prepared for this term so you’ll be even better on the second one” Quinn tried to make you feel better. 

“Maybe but because I was skipping a lot of work hours to study, I don’t have time to read my notes again. I’m short with money too because I haven’t worked as many hours as I would like and I’m barely paying the rent” You told him with a much more calmer voice. 

“I know this might sound dumb but if you need money, I can…” Before Quinn could finish, you stopped him. 

“Absolutely no, I got this” You told him and Quinn nodded. “On top of that, my parents are fighting again and me and my siblings are getting targeted as the reason for their fights which is ridiculous because we don’t live with them anymore. I called my siblings to talk with them but they haven’t picked up the phone” You laughed at how ridiculous this sounds. 

“That’s a bitch move from them. You should be supporting each other in these times and they shouldn’t turn their back on you” Quinn said and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry that everything is falling apart in your life. Is there anything I can do?” Quinn asked you. 

“I don’t think so. All I wanted was to be heard. Thank you for talking with you. I know you have a lot of your problems so I appreciate that you wanted to listen to me” You said with a small smile and took a sip of your tea. 

“We’re friends. I’m always here for you. Thanks for trusting me to tell the story” Quinn told you. “And thank you for the cookies, so good” You laughed at the last sentence. 

For the rest of the night, you and Quinn had been talking about each other's issues trying to solve them together.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Please don’t make me beg✨

Day 3 (July 3rd, 2025)

I did spin the wheel for today and luckily I was already thinking about this prompt ahead of time! This one will definitely be shorter than Day 2 lol

Pairing: Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: NSWF, cuddle fucking, p in v

“Noooooo,” Lucifer groaned as he covered his head with the bed sheets. You’d think someone with the last name “Morningstar”, he’d be eager to start the day! No such luck with him.

“C’mon Luci,” you prodded, shaking his concealed body. “I already gave you an extra fifteen minutes! We can’t lay in bed all day, lazy bones!”

“Wanna bet?” he challenged, quickly snatching you by the waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You giggled when he peaked his head out from his hiding spot and started peppering the back of your neck with soft kisses. “We can stay here allllllllll day, you know? Doesn’t that sound enticing?”

You hated to admit it, but laying in bed all day with the love of your life did sound like the perfect day. You supposed laying down for a little while longer wouldn't hurt. You relented and relaxed your body against his, loving the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

But you also couldn't ignore the prominent bulge that was pressing firmly into you back. Poor thing had a bad case of morning wood. You smiled to yourself before shifting your hips a bit, giving a bit of friction to his clothed erection. Lucifer's grip tightened around you when he realized you were up to no good.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he chastised, still half asleep.

You feigned confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please..." he murmured into your ear. You could feel him adjust, pushing his boxers out of the way to free his hardened cock. "Please don't make me beg..."

The way he needed you was intoxicating; you could never say no to him. Not that you ever would. You wiggled your ass again, riling him up even further. He whimpered into your ear as he clung to you. You were driving the man insane and you loved every second of it.

"Go ahead, Luci," you encouraged. "Take what's yours."

He laughed softly while quickly discarding your panties, leaving your pussy exposed. "Open up for me, love" he whispered sensually. You did as he said and lifted one leg up for him to take a hold of. "Ready?"

"Yes."

Slowly, Lucifer sank into you until he bottomed out. You both moaned in unison, feeling complete in that very moment. The time didn't matter. Neither did the morning. All you cared about was him. And right now, you needed him more than anything. Lucifer's thrust remained slow for a time. The goal was not to finish, but to feel each other completely and fully. Sure, rough sex was fun, but this was something different.

This felt as though two souls were intertwined.

Your soft moans filled his bedroom as his cock hit that soft sensitive spot inside of you, over and over and over again. Even in his drowsy state, he knew exactly how to bring you to the edge. HIs free hand traveled down your body until it found your clit, rubbing small circles until you began to see stars.

"My pretty girl," he praised, his hips beginning to move more rapidly. "So gorgeous. You take me so well, even in the morning like this. Feels s-so good, sweetie..." He began placing kisses along your neck once again, goosebumps littering your skin. "Thank you for this, for everything. I-I love you so much."

It wasn't long before you both reached your climax, laying there limp in the afterglow of your orgasms. You two didn't move for the rest of the morning, letting the time tick by as Lucifer remained happily buried inside your soaked sex.

[eroticallywritten]

˗ˏˋ Ride it, baby girl.´ˎ˗ __________________________________________

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Warnings: (MDNI) dirty talk, fingering, loving degradation, inanimate object insertion, some praise, established relationship, firearms, kissing, begging, filth.

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Summary: Javier comes home after a long day. Things have been comfortably domesticated between you both. You attempt to heat things up but Javier decides he wants to show off his new toy.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tagging some people who have been waiting on this: @pdrospnk @pascalispunkczechia @pokayyto @berryispunk

The door shuts just as you sink into the couch. After finishing dinner, your entire body hums with exhaustion from being on your feet all day. New furniture had arrived, the second bedroom needed painting, and your bones ache from moving around nonstop. It wasn’t like you and Javier planned to stay in this house forever, but while he was still here chasing Escobar, you needed a place that felt truly yours.

A sanctuary.

Javier locks the front door and exhales sharply, his shoulders sagging as he slips off his shoes. Today was brutal. New security protocols, unfamiliar agents flooding in to help with Escobar, more air raid protection. Everyone at the division center received new guns and badges. An endless pressure clung to Javier’s skin like a fever, making him sweat behind his ears and grit his teeth.

He loosens his tie, tossing it carelessly onto the kitchen counter, then peels off his work jacket. His eyes flick over to you as you sit curled up on the couch, toes freshly painted a bold red. Something about the detail stirs a twitch beneath his mustache.

“Busy day for you?” you call out, your fingers lazily weaving through your hair as you rest your chin into your palm as you push your elbows into the back of the couch.

He doesn’t answer right away. He lets out a few grunts, his hands moving to unbuckle his gun holster as he pads across the floor, each step heavy with exhaustion.

“Yeah. New bullshit from the chain of command. Too many informants getting caught, jeopardizing everything.” His voice is raw, raspy, like he’s been breathing in smoke all day. As he finally drops into the cushion beside you and drapes his holster over the arm of the couch, the sharp scent of nicotine hits your nose. You could swear it clings to his very soul. Sometimes you wish he’d quit, just for you.

You stretch your foot toward him, pressing it into his lap, wiggling your toes in invitation. “Like ’em?” you tease, your voice light despite the dark undercurrent in the room.

A short, tired laugh bursts from him as he takes your foot in his hand, kneading his knuckles into the soft pad beneath your toes. “Yeah. They’re pretty.” he murmurs, his rough voice turning soft for a split second.

Silence stretches between you.

A silence filled with the strange warmth of domesticity. The past few months had been exactly this: quiet, simmering with something deeper than either of you dared to name. You think of how explosive you two once were, how you could hardly keep your hands off one another..

Javier finally releases your foot, leaving it draped across his lap. He exhales, this one deeper and more resigned than the first. You watch the way his gaze goes flat, drifting somewhere far beyond the walls of your living room.

Suddenly, you move. Hiking your dress up, the fabric slides across your thighs as you pull your leg back. Javier arches an eyebrow at your sudden shift. When you swing the same leg over him and straddle his denim-clad thighs, he lets out a surprised, breathless laugh. His hands float up and land on your waist. “What’s this?” he rumbles, his fingers bunching the fabric of your dress.

“Just changing things up,” you murmur, leaning in so close you can taste the cigarette on his breath. “Do you not like it?”

He swallows hard, his eyes sweeping your face, your lips. “W-What? No. I just… you cooked dinner, it’s been a long day…” His words start to unravel, tangling into each other as his gaze dips lower.

You nod slowly, your lips brushing against his. “Dinner can wait. You’re so tense, it feels like I’m sitting on stone.” You lean back slightly, scanning the couch, and your eyes lock onto his gun holster.

Your fingers creep toward it. Javier watches — a silent storm brewing in his gaze. You pull the belt closer and slip the heavy pistol from its leather holster.

“Cariño — what are you doing?” His voice is taut, almost trembling, as he grabs the pistol by the barrel from you.. There is a tension that vibrates in the air between you.

“I just wanted to look,” you whisper, your bottom lip trembling as you study the gleaming metal. “It’s heavy… the barrel’s longer. Not as thick and blunt as the other one.”

Javier’s fingers flex around the weapon as he tilts it slightly, studying the barrel like he’s seeing it for the first time too. His eyes flick up through his lashes, pinning you in place.

“Yeah… I guess it is,” he mutters. His wrist twists, and for a breathless moment, time seems to stall. Then he lowers the pistol, the cool metal brushing the hem of your dress. Your breath stutters.

“What? What are you doing?” Your voice cracks, but he doesn’t answer. He just watches your face, studying every flicker of fear, every spark of hunger.

His other hand slides up, pushing your dress higher. You feel the hot weight of his gaze as he exposes your panties. His cock twitches under you, a sharp gasp slipping from his lips like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Silence smothers the room, punctuated only by your heavy, uneven breaths.

His fingers hook your panties aside. The moment your slick folds meet the air, his throat tightens, his tongue darting out to wet his drying lips. Without warning, he drags his index finger through your slit, testing your wetness. Unsatisfied, he presses his fingertip to your clit, rolling slow, torturous circles making your shoulders jerk and drop, huffs of air exploding from you as your body ignites, nerves crackling to life.

“Javi…” you whimper, confusion tangling with need in your voice. But his gaze is ravenous now, wild and starved.

“I almost forgot what she felt like…” Javier groans, his voice low and reverent as he moves from your clit and pushes a finger inside you, curling it up, mapping the slick velvety walls all over again. A second finger slides in, stretching you wider. You feel your hips twitch forward, an involuntary pulse of need.

He pulls his fingers out, slick with you, and brings the pistol to your center. The cold muzzle meets your throbbing clit, and you shudder, a strangled moan breaking free.

“You like my new toy, baby?” His words are a husky growl, the dangerous edge of a man unraveling.

You swallow, terrified and aroused beyond reason, and nod shakily. “Y-Yes… J-Javi.”

He pushes your thigh away, opening you even more. “Lift your hips,” he murmurs. “Move up.” he orders, voice suddenly rough and commanding. Your breath catches in your throat as you obey, hovering just above the barrel.

“Sink down on it.” No kindness, no softness — just a dark, hungry command. You start to protest, but he shakes his head.

“Down. Now.”

Your hands move to his shoulders, gripping them like a lifeline. The metal is ice-cold as you lower yourself, the barrel stretching you inch by inch. You jolt, gasping as Javier keeps you steady, his hand braced against your hip.

You take a deep breath, your entire body trembling as the steel invades you, slow and deliberate. His eyes burn into you, pupils blown wide with primal hunger.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, look at you,” he rasps, his voice barely human. When the barrel finally bottoms out inside you, he meets your gaze, his eyes shining with a manic devotion. “Oh baby… oh god. Keep going.”

Your entire body trembles, your walls clenching around the foreign object. The rush of humiliation, the thrill of danger makes you gush around the cold barrel, soaking it.

“Ride it,” he barks.

There’s no softness left, just raw, urgent demand. You freeze, your breath catching painfully, but his wrist shifts under you, nudging the gun deeper.

“Ride it, baby girl.” This time, it’s almost a plea, his voice low and cracking. You nod, tears threaten to slip down your cheeks as you begin to move, hips rolling slowly at first. The barrel rubs inside you, sliding against every tender spot.

A moan echoes from your throat, and Javier groans, his jaw clenched as his hand anchors you by your hip. His gaze never moves as he watches every shiver, every twitch.

You start moving faster, your body abandoning fear for the mounting wave of pleasure. Your breathing becomes ragged, your thighs start to quake. You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders as if you might split apart.

That tight, burning coil in your belly threatens to snap. Your eyes lock onto his, wide and desperate.

He watches you like a predator, his hand leaving your anchored hip and sliding his thumb down to your clit again, rubbing harsh, perfect circles.

“Come on. Come on, corazón.” he whispers, his words tender and obscene all at once, his mouth pressing hot kisses along your chest at the deep neck of your dress then leaving and moving up to your lips. He moans into your mouth, swallowing every gasp, every sob as he searches for your tongue.

Your hips stutter. The climax rushes up your spine like wildfire. You buck against him, hands dropping down to his chest as your nails claw at his shirt, your head thrown back as a scream rips from you.

He keeps working you through it, thumb relentless, barrel still lodged inside, coaxing every last pulse.

You collapse forward, trembling, breathless, as the final waves roll through you. You lean your forehead against his, panting, and then — CLICK.

A cruel grin instantly slices across his face.

“Oops,” he mocks, having pulled the trigger while the gun is still buried inside you.

Your blood runs cold, and you slap him hard across the face in a quick reflex. “What the fuck!” you shrill, eyes wide with terror and rage.

Laughter erupts from him, echoing off the walls. He doesn’t even flinch from your warranted strike. He slides the gun out of you, the barrel glistening with your wetness, and waves it teasingly. “No bullets. Safety’s on, baby.”

Your body still shakes as you scramble off him, yanking your panties back up and pulling your dress down. You stomp into the kitchen, seething. So much for a sweet, and erotically spontaneous moment.

Javier watches you disappear, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. He sighs, as he looks down at the pistol — slick and dripping with juices as it trickles down to the trigger just above his finger.

“Guess I’ll need to clean it after all.” he murmurs, a wicked, toothy grin splitting his face.

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[the-heliophile]

WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH ? - SEVIKA

FROM FOURMI 🐜 💌 The Sevika thirst is never ending, like what do you mean she's not real 😔 Y'all don't get it I've been obsessed for well over six months now I NEED HER!! Also this sucks so bad but I've been so busy with work I've been writing like a paragraph a week..

song. why'd you only call me when you're high, arctic monkeys

pairing. sevika x reader

content. angst, longing on both ends, she does have feelings for you though, somewhat modern AU since they have phones, no happy ending

summary. in which Sevika only calls you when she's drunk/high on shimmer. (2K words)

“the mirror’s image tells me it’s home time

but I’m not finished, ’cause you’re not by my side”

The clock had just struck 2AM, or was it 3 ? Sevika couldn't read the time properly, her vision blurred by the several shots she bought that night. She stumbled over to the Last Drop’s bathroom, needing a moment of calm away from the annoying men around her. Today was successful, she managed to bribe the enforcer into letting Silco’s shipment go through and yet the alcohol didn't taste of victory on her tongue. Everything felt bitter tonight, she slumped against the door once it closed and released a shuddering, exhausted breath. After a few tentative steps to the sink Sevika looked up at her reflection, she looked a mess and with a sigh she pulled her phone out of pocket. She turned it on briefly and saw no notifications, it was pissing her off, the way you were ignoring her after she called you twice tonight. She even left you a message in hopes of reaching you, yet your name still hasn't shown up on her phone. The strong woman looked defeated by now, she glanced up and into the mirror, internally cringing at how clingy she felt whenever she'd get drunk. It didn't deter her from calling you once more and she had to fight the urge to throw her phone into the wall when her call got sent to voicemail once more.

“and as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving,

carrying your shoes.

decided that once again I was just dreaming,

of bumping into you.”

Sevika left the bathroom with slumped shoulders and furrowed brows, her view obstructed by all the alcohol in her blood. She briefly looked around and her heart stopped for a second, she saw you, or what seemed like you at least. She squinted as hard as she could but she couldn't make out the features of whoever walked by. She considered running after you, demanding answers for you being here and not replying to her before realization struck her. It wasn't you, it looked like it with her blurry vision but she would have recognized you a lot faster if it were. She slumps unceremoniously into a chair, joining whatever it is the table occupants were playing. Sevika lost game after game, her mind too focused on you to pay attention to the cards in her hand. She could have sworn she was going crazy, it felt like you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She knew you weren't here, she would have recognized your perfume in a second if you had stepped a single foot into the Last Drop that night and yet it was as if her mind kept creating illusions of you. Close enough for her to see, but not quite close that she could reach you. Her gray eyes losing focus and darting wherever she thought she had seen you. She checked her phone once more, her heart speeding when she saw your name pop up. The tall woman didn't even excuse herself from the table, she stood up on shaky legs and walked over to a more secluded spot. Sevika may have been drunk but god was she lucid when it came to you, she clicked on the notification hastily, reading its contents before frowning.

“now it's 3 in the morning, and I'm tryna change your mind.”

You weren't in the mood for her games. That was what you told her, a single text, with proper grammar and punctuation. Sevika felt herself pale, her blood freezing as she stared at her screen, as if your message could turn into something a little more welcoming. Without thinking twice she clicks on the call button, waiting one, two, three rings until it lands on voicemail. With a defeated sigh she decided to leave you a voice message : “Hey babe..uh..I miss you..not like ‘I miss you’ you know but I'd be having more fun with you here, you sure you don't want to come ? Drinks are on me..it would mean a lot if you came, we could like..hang out or something, spend some time together or whatever..”. She hangs up right after that, cringing at herself for being so needy but she can't seem to help it, the alcohol in her system pushing her to be more honest with her feelings. Minutes pass without an answer and she resorts to texting you again : “Still awake ?” and again “I miss you” and again.. “Not like that though” “Are you sure you don't want to come ?”. She ended up walking home around 4AM, with shaky legs and a blurry vision, her thoughts solely focused on you.

“left you multiple missed calls and to my message you replied :

why'd you only call me when you're high?”

You loved her, you knew what she was like and yet you still fell for her. The drunken discussions late at night, the way she'd hold onto you when she was already far gone, the sweet, although hardly coherent, texts when she was coming down from a shimmer high. You couldn't help it, it was such a bad idea even talking to her in the first place, you regretted it so bitterly sometimes. And yet your heart still raced anytime she called, nothing but vain hope that maybe she would be sober this time, that you would get to talk to her while she was still mentally here. You gave up after a while, choosing to ignore her instead of uselessly getting your hopes up each time, you still couldn't bring yourself to block her despite everything so this had to do. You saw all of the texts and voice messages Sevika left you last night, but you didn't have the energy to answer. Too fed up with her bullshit to put up with it. Knowing she'd likely be awake by now, duty calls or whatever, you text her “Why'd you only call me when you're drunk ?”. Seen, she left you on seen. Your heart dropped at that, and you promised yourself you would never text her again.

“somewhere darker, talking the same shite.

I need a partner, well are you out tonight?”

Sevika just didn't know what to reply that day, she didn't know how to tell you how she felt, if you would feel the same at all. So she ignored you like a coward, something that shocked her as much as it hurt you. Once a few days had passed Sevika hoped it was all water under the bridge. Sitting on the floor of her cramped, decrepit bathroom she typed out her text to you, asking if you had any plans. She was hoping that you didn't, that you would go out with her like nothing happened. She cleaned herself up, even made her mechanic arm all shiny in hopes of impressing you. After a while she checked her phone again, ‘seen’. With a frown she immediately called you, refusing to let you ignore her like that.

“it's harder and harder to get you to listen, more I get through the gears.

incapable of making alright decisions, and having bad ideas.”

With shaky hands, you answer her call. “Did you just ignore me !?” Her gruff, tired voice greeted you.

“Yeah, like you ignored me a few days ago, remember!?” Sevika was speechless for a second, she didn't know how to go about it without potentially ruining what you had.

Her reply was one of the worst excuses you had ever heard. “I just forgot to reply okay ? It's not that big a deal.”

“Forgot my ass, I'm tired of existing only when you're on the brink of passing out.”

Sevika blurts a reply before you can even breathe : “That's not true ! I just want us to hang out and have fun ! Don't be a killjoy baby, come on..”

You sigh, “Sevika I don't have time for this right now, I'm not hanging out tonight, you have fun.”

You hung up after this, opting to relax in your bed instead of going out to that stuffy, smelly, stupid club. Sevika decided on solving the problem straight to its source, and she left her apartment in a hurry to get to yours. Not even a few minutes later you heard a loud knock at your door, a few decibels short of banging. You open the door hesitantly just to find Sevika standing there, a stern look on her face. “Let me in babe, we need to talk.”

“you said you ‘gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. and you're starting to bore me baby, why'd you only call me when you're high ?’”

You opened the door wider for her ; “Yes, we do. You still haven't answered me, why'd you only call me when you're drunk ? Or high on shimmer ? I can't keep seeing you only when you're too shit faced to even remember it the next day. Can't we hang out when you're sober just once ? Am I too boring ?”

Sevika stiffened, for the first time ever since you met her the first time she seemed speechless. Eventually she looked away before speaking ; “No..I.. you know I don't have time for people outside of my job, it's the only time I can really unwind so that's when I call you. We're not together you know ? I don't owe you shit.” The tall woman paled a little at this, she didn't mean it, not like that. It came out totally wrong. “Wait that's not-” but you beat her to it : “So that's how you see it ? Fuck me then leave until the next time you want to get off !? Do I mean that little to you ?” You didn't want to cry, not in front of her, but the tears were already clouding your eyes, your heart hurting like it was shrinking on itself.

Sevika's shoulders slumped, her voice sounding almost defeated : “I didn't mean it like that okay ? It's just..what we have is nice, you know I don't have time for anything more, you were okay with it weren't you ? Why change what's working?”

If you weren't crying before, you definitely were now. “It's not working, I want more ! I'm getting..bored of this whole thing, bored of only seeing you drunk and half unconscious! I want to see you Sevika, the real you. Stop hiding behind your job for once ! I've had enough of your shit !”

Her gray eyes never looked quite as soft as they did right now, her voice came out as nothing more than a whisper. “Babe, come on, don't ruin it. Not now. I have too much to do, with Silco and everything. I just can't do a relationship! Can't you understand!?”

You didn't have it in you to keep fighting, you knew you couldn't change her mind and you had to make peace with the reality of it all. “Just leave, I need to wake up early tomorrow anyway. We'll settle this another time.” Once Sevika left, after more back and forth, you locked your door before breaking down. All of the emotions you tried to control through your argument all come down on you at once. You let it all out, cursing Sevika out in the process. When the tremors in your body slow and the tears stop flowing, you grab your phone with shaky hands. After taking a deep breath you blocked Sevika everywhere, choosing your peace over a woman you couldn't keep chasing forever. You knew she would come back, but that would be a problem for future you, for now you just wanted to revel in how strong you felt for finally taking that step. Meanwhile, Sevika ended up staying home, too depressed to go to the club. She slumped on her bed, wishing she hadn't been such a coward, that she had actually told you how she felt, how much she wanted you. Tomorrow, tomorrow she'll call you and explain it all, she vowed to herself.

[finnjareau-prentiss]

Secret Relations (For Now)

This is my first time ever writing fanfiction so it's probably not very good but I am hoping to get better and build from this. If you have any feedback please feel free to share and if you have and prompts you want to see then please let me know, I write jj x reader, emily x reader, and jemily x reader

Emily Prentiss x Reader fic:

summary: Emily and Reader are secretly dating until that secret comes out, basically just a bunch fluff and 2 idiots in love <3

Minimal use of y/n, no pronoun are used for the reader, 1407 words

Warning: mentions of alcohol, and drinking, and being drunk

Today was a paperwork day for the BAU, which ultimately meant slow. Although you would never call it that out loud, no, saying the word “slow” outloud in the Bullpen is like saying the word quiet in a fire station.

You were working on another consult when Emily waltzed by your desk as she walked to her own, but not before dropping off a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. You gave her a quiet “thank you” so as not to draw too much attention to her small but loving gesture and as you took a sip you glanced over the rim at Emily whose desk sat right across from yours, giving her a look with a touch too much love in your eyes for the workplace. Especially since you had somehow found yourself in a secret relationship with the stunning woman.

~~~~~

6 months ago you and Emily had stopped dancing around the question and she finally asked you out. 5 months ago you and Emily had made your relationship official. To avoid the obvious teasing and to allow yourselves to truly figure out what was between you two, you both made the decision to keep what you were to each other a secret.

Now here you were madly in love with the woman across from you and surprised with just how oblivious the famous team of profilers were to the fact that 2 of the team members could not help but find each other in every room.

~~~~~

Finally as the clock hit 5 pm you wrapped up your files and started gathering your things while making small talk with JJ who was doing the same. And of course just as you pick up your bag Derek Morgan walks in with a huge grin and Penelope Garcia on his tail. “That look means trouble”, Emily says to you and JJ as she sighs knowing that it means everyone was about to be roped into drinks. Your only response to Emily’s remark was “it always does”.

An hour later you were walking into the bar with your girlfriend waiting outside for a couple minutes to make it look like you didn’t arrive together. “Omg Yay! You’re here!!” Penelope exclaimed the second she laid eyes on you, and while giving you a very strong hug which you returned, “How much have you had to drink already?” you responded trying to figure out if this was just Super Excited Penelope or Drunk Penelope.

She quickly pulled you over to the table where Hotch and Rossi were in conversation, JJ was trying to absorb some of the words Reid was spewing about robots, and Morgan was at the bar already trying to get some girl's number. Just as you finished saying hi to everyone you saw Emily walk in ‘This girl will be the death of me’ you thought because even though you had seen her just minutes ago, she still took your breath away (and caused some feelings down there but she doesn’t need to know about that yet).

Once Emily had sufficiently greeted everyone you had returned from the bar with a beer for yourself and a whiskey for her, when you handed it to her she quietly said with a smirk “You’re looking a bit flushed there love, everything okay?” “mmm well if I am then it's all your fault” “My fault? How do you say that?” she says still with that goddamn smirk and nudging your hip with hers. You rolled your eyes but before you could respond Derek came over “Prentiss! What do you say about being my wing woman with the ladies out there? Maybe we could even get you a date?” “I think I’ll do ‘the ladies’ a favor and not” she says with a chuckle, but Morgan stubborn as ever “Come on, We’ll find you a date and I’ll even buy you a drink!” “Alright how about this I wing woman you for an hour, you buy me 2 drinks, and no trying to set me up?” “But you need to get out there and date people, I'm sure I could find you the perfect woman tonight! Hey Y/n you think prentiss should try getting someone's number tonight, right?!” you being incredibly amused went along with him before Emily finally said “Hey wing woman or not, take it or leave it” “Fine fine, Come on”

In the hour Emily had promised him you decided to play pool with JJ as Reid and Garcia kept you both company, which was mainly just the three of you asking Reid whatever random questions came to mind. Eventually Garcia had convinced you and JJ to do shots with her, and she tried to get Spencer to join you all but he was more happy to read his book than to participate. Which is how when Emily found you again you were extremely drunk, rambling about how much you loved her and how hot she was to Garcia and JJ who were equally wasted and Reid who just looked confused.

“And have you seen her arms!! I really am lucky to have her!” you say with a dopey grin on your face while leaning on your 2 friends who giggle at your clearly love struck face. That's all of the conversation that Emily is able to hear before you notice her and exclaim “Emmy!! We were just talking about you!” “Oh yeah? What about me, love?” she lets the pet name slip only because she is well aware of how much you love them in your drunken state. “Your girlfriend was just telling us how hot and amazing you are” JJ answers for you with a very obvious teasing tone, and at that Emily was sure the whole team would know by tomorrow.

You had no care to the fact and simply needed to be as close to your girlfriend as possible when the thought occurred to you, “how do people *hiccup* cheat on their partners when *hiccup* they’re drunk? All I can do *hiccup* is talk about you” Emily just looked at you whilst holding you up because not only are your inhibitions shot but so is your balance, and all she could say was “You know I am so unbelievably in love with you right?”. At that you were more than happy to let the topic go and melt into your love's arms. “I’m gonna call us a cab so we can get you home, alright baby?” “Home to your apartment?” you quietly questioned even though neither of you have spent the night without the other in almost a month “Yeah love, we're going home to mine”, at that one Garcia can't help but say “Aww” which is apparently enough to remind you both that they are still right there.

Not long after you both get in the cab and end snuggled together in bed, exhausted and in love.

~~~~~ The Next Day

The next day you wake up on Emily’s chest with a massive headache, and Emily grumbling above you about the alarm. You both moved slowly in a practiced ease to get ready for work. Miraculously, you were dressed before Emily and handed her a cup of coffee along with a sweet lasting kiss, you pulled away with a smile that reminds Emily of last night, “I may have forgotten to mention something” she says sort of sheepishly. “What did you forget?” you said confused, “So here's the thing..” “Emily.” “Our secret might not be so much of a secret anymore” she says with a slight grin before explaining everything from last night in the car ride to work, you spend the rest of the ride with your face in your hands.

When you do finally park in the building and get out of the car you stop just before the doors to the elevator, “it's not like we weren't planning on telling them ever, they were bound to figure it out eventually” she says to you, “it's not that I don't want them to know because that's not it. At all. I’m just kinda embarrassed about how it happened” you reply.

After that Emily grabs your hand in hers and walks the two of you into the elevator with confidence before saying with a big smile “Well I’m just happy I can finally show off my amazing girlfriend now”. And into the bullpen the two of you walked, hand in hand, together.

[shelbazoidz]

The fun part of characters with vague family history is that you can do anything you want with it. I'm absolutely giving Madeline siblings in this next fic. It'll still mainly just be her and Helen but family nonsense is so fun to write. The concept of Madeline being the middle child and having two brothers just seems like her absolute hell lmaooooo. Going with the idea that her mom only wanted names that start with M so ya got, Matthew, Madeline and Maxwell......Madeline does not get along well with the youngest as we can see in this snippet. She and Helen are spending time with her brothers and her oldest brother's kids. She goes to get Helen more wine (the only person she'd ever do such a thing for), antics ensue.

“So uh, you know if Hel is dating anyone?” Max asks, coming up next to her in the kitchen. Madeline's fingers grip the two refilled glasses she's holding a little too tight. She sets Helen's back on the counter before she spills any of the white wine Helen likes so much.

“She's not interested in dating right now.” Madeline says trying to be casual as she takes a sip from her own glass. Just like her mother, her brother has a knack for sniffing out her insecurities like a fucking truffle pig. She is not going to take the bait today. “And don't call her Hel.” Okay maybe she might fall for it a little but him calling her that is just wrong.

Relax. She has to relax, he is just trying to get under her skin. There are only 48 more hours of this visit that she needs to survive. Although on one hand, making it through this means leaving Helen again to go back to LA. Her heart aches at the thought. On the other hand, she wouldn't have to keep looking at her brother's stupid face anymore. 

“She didn't seem to mind earlier when I called her that and how would you know she's not interested?” Max gives her that cocky smirk like he knows something she doesn't while he leans against the table across from her.

Madeline scoffs, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Because I'm her best friend, we know everything about each other.” She says matter of fact. 

“But you didn't know she wanted kids.” He picks some nonexistent lint off his shirt, perfectly causal as well. Even as he ignores the daggers being shot his way.

“She said sometimes she thinks about it, not that she wants them. There's a difference, dumbass.” Another sip of wine. The irritation in that last part is a crack in her armor that he locks in on.

“Still, you didn't know the sometimes part so maybe you don't know the dating part.” He shrugs. His blue eyes look at her with a teasing glint and she tries not to throw the glass of wine in his face. 

“I'm positive she's not dating right now.” Is all she coolly replies. She'll strangle him if he tries any shit with Helen. She will.

“And I'm free to double check. You know the nerdy girls are always into going for a ride…on my bike I mean.” He takes his bottle of beer off the table and finishes it off in a few quick sips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know unless you have a problem with me taking her out for a ride but why would you? You guys are just friends right?” He goads.

Madeline's wine glass clatters to the counter and she crosses the kitchen looking deadly serious. “Leave her alone, Maxwell. I mean it.” Her words and the fury in her eyes make his brows shoot up. She never uses his full name. Oh this is good. His smirk grows.

“What are you gonna fight me, Maddie?” He laughs, actually laughs at her. 

“Keep talking and find out.” She could throw a punch, even with the new set of nails she just got. It would be worth chipping one for that.

“I don't know why this is bothering you so much. If she's not interested in me then she's not, if she is then…I guess it's good I just got a new mattress, huh?” 

Madeline acts before she even thinks about it.

Back in the living room Helen is still sitting cross legged on the floor, getting a little too into coloring. She can't believe she's enjoying it this much. Kids and her never ever get along. It's probably because Madeline's niece is quiet like herself. She's mostly content to just sit next to Helen and color too.

“Can I see the blue?” Olivia asks, working away on her unicorn.

“Can I see the pink?” Helen asks, still shading her dragon.

“Trade?” 

“Trade.” Helen nods and they swap colored pencils, both continuing their coloring in peaceful silence. Matt sits in a recliner watching the tv with his youngest napping in his lap until there's a loud crash from the kitchen. 

Helen's head snaps in the direction when she hears more clattering followed by Madeline’s voice hissing out, "You motherfucker!"

Helen and Matthew look at one another unamused. She's known Madeline for a long long time and is not a stranger to her and her brother's fighting. At this point she's used to it with how often she would stay over when they were younger. It scared the hell out of her the first time it happened. She thought something was seriously wrong until she learned the fight was because Max stole Madeline’s last slice of pizza. The attempt to break them up ended up with Helen accidentally getting punched. She doesn't even know which one of those idiots hit her. All she remembers is sitting on the couch with a bag of peas on her swelling eye while Matthew cursed his siblings out. From that point on when they fought, she sat back with the oldest Ashton sibling and would let it play out until he dealt with it. More banging comes from the kitchen. She is not getting in between whatever is happening in there this time.

“You gonna check on that or…?” Helen doesn't look up from where she's coloring.

“She's your friend.” Matt's words are followed by what sounds like a plate smashing to the ground.

“And they're both your siblings.” She does look up at him then, something else clatters in the kitchen. 

“I don't feel like dealing with their–”

“OW! My arm! You fucking bitch!” Max's yelp of pain from the other room cuts off his sentence. 

“Your mother is going to kill all four of us if they break something important.” Helen lifts up a brow at him as the commotion continues.

“Alright, fine fine. I'm going.” He sighs, gently laying the toddler down on the couch. 

“Have fun.” She waves him off as he trudges down the hall before feeling a tiny hand poke at her arm. 

“What's a motherfucker?” Olivia asks, looking up at her with innocent eyes and Helen wants to walk right out the door before even attempting to answer that question.

Down the hall, Matthew takes quick steps towards the commotion in the kitchen. When he rounds the corner he pauses, seeing his dumbass siblings mid scuffle. It feels like he's been transported back to when he was in high school and their mom was out working late, leaving him in charge. They would always get into a fight any chance they got. Maxwell currently has a fistful of Madeline’s hair trying to yank her off because….she's biting his forearm. Right, okay that's enough. 

“Hey!” Matt tries but Madeline is too busy trying to take a chunk out of their brother to pay him any attention. What the fuck did he say to her this time? 

“Let go, you psycho!” Max yanks his arm, tugging at her hair harder. 

“Are you two fucking serious right now?” Matthew truly can't believe he is pushing forty still breaking up fights between these two idiots. He grabs the sprayer from the sink, turning the water to cold and sprays them like a couple of feral cats. It works instantly, the pair sputtering and releasing one another to glare at him.  

“What the fuck?” They say in unison.

“You two are acting like children! What if mom would have come home while you guys were acting like this, huh? You know hates it when you fight and she's already dealing with a lot right now. She doesn't need this bullshit too.” He bites out and they at least have the decency to look a little ashamed. Matthew sighs, rubbing his temple until he figures out what to do. 

“You.” He points at Max and then gestures to the mess around the kitchen. “Clean this shit up. ” 

“Aw come o–” 

“Don't fucking start.” Oh no, not the dad voice. Max holds his unwavering gaze before accepting defeat. With a sigh he grabs the broom and trudges over to the glass on the floor from the smashed plate. 

“You, come with me.” He looks at Madeline and she rolls her eyes but also doesn't put up a fight as she follows him out the back door. Yup she feels like a teenager again as she sits at the table in the sun room with her arms crossed. She's found herself in this chair the many times Matthew has had to break up a fight and give her a lecture. In the glass she sees her reflection and attempts to smooth down her now messy hair. 

“Bastard.” She grumbles, raking her hands through the tangled locks. 

“What happened in there this time?” Matt leans back in the chair, crossing his arms. 

“You don't have to talk to me like you're my fucking dad.” She shouldn't take this out on him, it's not fair but she's pissed and doesn't really care right now.

“Then stop making me act like it.” He doesn't react to the attitude, seeing past the anger. Madeline is a little harder to read but it's always her fidgeting that gives her away. She taps her nails when she's anxious. They tap over the table as she looks out the window, not meeting his eyes. “Come on, just talk to me.” 

“He's fucking asshole who never shuts up.” Madeline mutters.

“So are you, what's new? Just tell me what happened?” 

“Nothing happened, he just…sucks.” She looks back out the window avoiding his gaze. Matthew sighs deeply, putting pieces of comments from earlier together.

“Is this about Helen?” He asks gently and Madeline turns her head back with a scowl.

“Why does everyone think everything is about Helen today!?” One arm tosses up,  the other hand still tapping away on the table.

“Because you get like this when people mention her.” He gestures at her and Madeline tenses, biting her lip.  

[scarletttries]

Dennis Whitaker (The Pitt) Roommate Headcanons

Pairing: Dennis Whitaker (The Pitt) x Reader

Author's note: Naturally Dennis Whitaker has haunted most of my thoughts since I finished The Pitt, and I can't stop thinking about if instead of Santos offering up her spare room, it was you, the colleague he's been swooning over all shift ♥️

- It may have only been his first day in The Pitt, but by the time he reluctantly handed over his patients for the day Dennis felt like he'd known you so much longer. Maybe it was the kindness you offered him in his first shift, taking the time to talk him through one of his many wardrobe changes, throwing him a protein bar when he mentioned he was starving, stopping to tell him he was doing a good job when it seemed like everything was getting on top of him. Throw in your smile, and the way you seemed absolutely unshakable in the face of tragedy, and well Dennis had felt his heart falling deeper and deeper over the longest day of his life so far.

- As excited as he was to leave the emergency room, he felt a little bit disappointed that it meant his time with you would be over soon. Until Santos caught him in his less than ideal living situation, and mentioned she knew someone with a spare room that wouldn't mind if he couldn't pay rent: you. He'd want to decline the invite at first, feeling like taking advantage of your kindness would be a terrible way to make a good impression on you, but after you reassured him that he wasn't the first medical student to need a place to crash then he'd eventually accept that it's the best offer he's ever going to get. And that's how lovestruck Dennis Whitaker would find himself standing in the hallway of your apartment, uneasy and uncertain and just desperately wishing his cheeks would stop flushing pink every time you smiled during your tour.

- Dennis would be the sweetest housemate you could imagine. If you leave dishes in the sink, they'll be washed and put away without a single squeak of complaint. If you make a note on the fridge of something you've run out of, next time you come back from a long shift the item has been ticked off and is waiting exactly where the old one was. Dennis is quiet, and tidy, and respectful. But more than that he fills your home with joy.

- If you're cooking, Dennis will emerge from his room and offer to help any way he can, even if it's just by settling on a stool in front of you and telling you how good it smells. If you're cleaning to the gentle music echoing from the radio, Dennis will offer to trail behind you and pick up laundry as you go, unashamedly dancing to whatever genre of music you seem to love because it just makes him happy to be beside you. He doesn't like to hide in his room when you're home because it feels so much better to fall into step with your life, the farm boy quickly getting invested in whatever TV show you spend your long shifts looking forward to.

- You both have crazy schedules so half the time you find yourself home alone, and more and more you realise how much you miss Dennis's presence when he's not there with you. Little do you know that between shifts Dennis is practically moping by the front door like a lonely puppy, just waiting for you to return and turn this house into a home. You'll get into a routine of leaving little notes for each other in the kitchen about when you're next on shift, or what needs doing in the house today, eventually just turning into an endless conversation the two of you have when the other isn't home.

- More than once Dennis has thought about asking you out via your kitchen whiteboard, but he knows it's not fair on either of you to put you on the spot while you're still living together. So as soon as he's got a steadier paycheck from the hospital he's going to start apartment hunting, as much as he doesn't want to. You don't admit it, but the first time he mentions he's got an apartment viewing booked your stomach drops because you can't really believe you're going to stop being able to spend so much time with him.

- Coming back to your place after a long shift is ideal with Dennis, because you know he really gets it. He takes one look at the distance in your eyes as he welcomes you home, and suddenly takeout has been ordered, and ice cream is pulled from the freezer, and a blanket is around your shoulders and he's just looking at you with those big pleading eyes, waiting to hear if there's anything he can do to take the weight off your shoulders, or if you just want to unload all your worries onto him. He'll stay up as late as you want to listen to you, because he knows coming home to you is the only thing that seems to shake off the dark cloud that follow him home from his worst days at the hospital.

- Dennis never wants to overstep or make you feel uncomfortable in your own place, but dear god that doesn't mean it's not easy for him to forget where he is sometimes and just stare at you. You'll emerge from your room in the morning and it'll be like he's never seen you before, the air knocked out of his lungs when you say his name for the first time that day. Or when you set a plate of dinner in his lap when he's all but asleep on the sofa and give him that gentle worried look when you remind him to eat, and he has to fight every urge in his body not to drop to one knee. He hears your voice and smiles, and he sees you in your comfy clothes as feels his stomach do a flip, and sometimes when he can hear your shower running he has to remind himself he is a good, polite young man and not some pervert who can't control his thoughts.

- When he catches you throwing a hoodie he'd left hanging by the door over your shoulders one chilly morning, oh this farm boy would just melt. In that moment it's like he's truly yours, just a couple living together with no boundaries or charity or anything else to worry about. The next time the temperature drops you'll find the same hoodie resting over the back of the sofa for communal use.

- The two of you fall into a sweet little life together at your place; you split household chores, and you take care of each other everyday, and when you haven't seen each other in a few days because of your shifts it feels only natural to fall into Dennis's arms or let his head rest in your lap as you watch an old movie together because it was your favourite as a kid. You both know you can't stay like this forever, but neither of you wants to think about your homes being anywhere but together. And neither of you wants to admit that sometimes after you've said good night you'll find yourself pacing outside the other's bedroom door, debating if knocking and finally crossing that last domestic boundary of sharing a bed would really be so bad.

- It's an early morning call that changes it all. You were both on shift at the hospital until late last night, finally falling into bed just before midnight only to get woken up at 5am by Dana calling everyone back in for a crisis incident. You didn't need to be there an hour, but given the lack of sleep you still felt likena zombie as you dragged yourself to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Clearly on the same phone tree as you, Dennis emerged moments after, still half asleep as he started making you both coffee, the two of you settling seamlessly into your usual morning routine. You could feel your eyelids struggling to stay open as you waited for the necessary caffeine to start your day, only glancing up as you felt Dennis's form close in behind you, one hand landing on the small of your back as the other placed a warm mug into your waiting hands. Your eyes met his as the two of you slotted perfectly together, two moving parts that worked in sync no matter how exhausted you were. So when Dennis leaned slightly closer, it was the most natural thing in the world to close the distance, your lips softly meeting his as if this was how every day would start. On instinct Dennis kissed back, unhurried and soft in his movements, the sleep-deprived trance you were both in finally giving way to expressing your true feelings.

As your lips finally parted, foreheads coming to rest against each other, you let out the softest laugh. The kind of gentle chuckle that slips through your lips when there's so much warmth and joy inside you that it can no longer be contained in a person. Dennis echoed your affectionate noise, letting the hand on your back brush over you gently as he confessed,

"You know I'm only moving out so I can ask you on a date, right? Because I love it here."

[bangchanplzbangme]

Hey, I hope you're having a wonderful day or night? Anyway, can you write something about the reader failing a couple of exams (five maybe?), and she's in a really down mood and Hyunjin or Bang Chan comforting her? Lots of fluff are all i need, and maybe she's on her period, too? It's really painful.( I'm definitely asking for a friend. Definitely not me who failed exams.) Thank you in advance 😊😊

this is literally so creative❤️ girl I failed so many exams, I think we both needed this. Please just comment or shoot me a message if it doesn’t fit your vision.

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warnings: none, just cute fluff of hyunjin❤️

pressure

coffee was probably the only reason you were keeping it together right now. You felt like dying. The exam scores were in. The same exams that you spent hours of your life studying for, were the same ones you completely failed. How, you ask? Sleep deprivation made you study the complete wrong unit. You knew how fucked u were when you saw the exam paper, but it didn’t feel real until the grades came in.

to make it all worse, you were also on your period. It just felt like the universe was against you today. When he entered your apartment, he found you curled up in a ball, in an attempt to get rid of the pain. He slips in the bed next to you and gently rubs your lower back to help relieve the pain. “Do you want anything? I can go to store and get some ibuprofen for you if you need it.” Faced with his caring words and concerned face, you just break down in his arms. He listens to you sobbing about how many exams you failed, how everything hurts, and how you just feel useless. He quietly comforts you and makes sure you know that u are an amazing person, really smart and useless is the furthest thing to describe you with. He gently wipes your tears, and runs a nice warm bath for you.

when you step out of the bath, nicely wrapped in a dark fluffy towel, you see him. Sitting on your bed, with bowls of your favorite snacks, white chick playing on the tv, and a hot pack to help with the cramps. After you finish getting dressed, you get into bed and hug him tightly. “ thank you for all of this hyune. I really needed it” you both snuggle into bed together and spend the rest of the day watching romcoms and eating snacks till you both fall asleep. He looks at your sleeping form and whispers “anything for you”

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[bloodndirt]

TLC-

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Short

Pairing Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

MDNI! I prefer to keep my page 18+

Warnings: crappy jobs/manager, stressful days and an overwhelmed reader. Read at your own discretion.

Your day had proved to be nothing short of awful.

Starting from slipping and almost falling when you got out of the shower, to burning your toast-and finishing all that off with breaking the only hair tie you had brought with you.

The day somehow went from bad to worse by the time you arrived to work.

Being treated with nothing but disrespect from the public and your manger chewing you out over what you had done wrong closing up shop the night before.

As your lunch hour came by, your frustration only increased, spilling sauce on your uniform, leaving a dark pigment on the front of your shirt.

The day had been exhausting, mentally and physically.

The only form of comfort you had was not here with you, Simon.

About that time your phone rang, his usual lunch call.

Just to see how you were doing he insisted, yet his only true purpose was to hear your voice.

“hey, Si.”

Your usual chipper tone long gone.

“How’s my Lovie?”

He asked you with a hint of suspicion,he wondered why you sounded so down.

“I’m doing okay…”

You’d typically rattle on about various things in the work place, different tasks you had been assigned, what you had for lunch, and just how much you had missed him that day.

But today he couldn’t get anything out of you. Not even your usual giggle from his hilariously bad jokes.

When he finally continued pestering you to find out what had happened, the flood gates opened.

You had told him just how bad your day had been, from everything that happened since you woke up. Even confessing how the beginning of your day left you feeling down as he had went into work early. Only leaving you with a note saying he loved you and couldn’t bear to wake your sleeping figure.

None of this was his fault of course, but you needed to vent, and without fail, your Simon was always there.

Simons heart ached to hear you continue on about the incidents that seemed to follow you throughout the hours.

Wishing he was there to scoop you up and make everything better.

You had both ended the phone call with “I love you’s”, Simon even apologizing many times for how the day had turned out for you, and telling you how much he’ll make it up to you-even with you insisting he didn’t need to fix anything.

Your lunch break was soon over and you had told yourself to chalk it up as one of those “today was not my day” moments and move on.

You tried to zone out for the rest of your shift, doing everything that was asked of you, passing and re-passing with your co-workers. throwing yourself into any work as much as you could. Somehow the day seemed to tick by faster than you'd thought it would.

Meanwhile, as Simon had gotten off work earlier than you, he had made it his mission to give you the happiest night he could muster up.

He began by going into the shops and buying your favorite items-some popcorn for the movie night he was about to prepare, your facial moisturizer that he noticed was getting low and even finishing off his list with a box of your favorite brownies to bake.

After he took all the necessary items home, he began with his work.

He checked his watch and seen that you’d be home in about an hour, so that would be enough time for him to get everything set up for you both.

Simon put all the ingredients to your favorite meal on the stove and let them simmer while he worked on the sweet treats.

He set the table, even placing a small candle in between both of you. He put your favorite drink in the freezer to be chilled while he cooked and set up the couch with the best fuzzy blankets he could find.

He mixed together the brownie batter and preheated the oven, hoping when you walked through the door you’d be met with the blissful aroma of your favorite things being made fresh just for you.

Simon was no chef, but he learned early on how to make your favorite meal as a way to show his love for you.

He scrolled through the various streaming services and found the movie you had been dying to watch-but had never had enough time after you got home from work, always too exhausted to stay awake to watch anything.

Simon glanced at his watch again, this time finding you would be home in less the 15 minutes- he quickly turned off the fluorescent kitchen light, knowing how much the brightness bothered you. Moving to turn on an amber hue lamp in the corner and lighting the candle on the kitchen table. He plated the food and seen the brownies only had a few minutes left to bake- perfect timing for you to walk through the door.

You and Simon had been going strong for a while now, yet he still felt himself being nervous when you came home. Hoping that everything he done was to your liking, foolish of him really. You truthfully loved everything Simon had ever done for you- even if that meant stopping by your work and bringing you some lunch because you had forgotten yours- or planning an extravagant date night for you both. No matter what he done, it always warmed your heart.

Everything was set, and Simon was eagerly standing by the kitchen table for you to come in and see what he planned for you, Simon felt as if he would combust.

He heard your keys jingle to unlock the door, he listened to you set your bag down- and kick off your shoes to walk down the hallway.

Your expression was absolutely priceless, face frozen and stunned in complete heartwarming shock as to what Simon had done for you, yet from his perspective-he couldn't quite tell if you were surprised, happy or neither.

Simon rocked back and forth on his feet nervously as he closely watched your expression, your eyes flicking between the beautifully set table- your favorite meal already plated up and the best double chocolate brownies you'd ever seen- still steaming from having just been taken out of the oven.

You were overwhelmed with love, feeling so appreciated and comforted tears brimmed at your lash line.

Simons face quickly turned from happiness, fear, shock and lastly landing on worry. He was honestly confused on your reaction-even becoming more fearful as tears began to trickle down your cheeks. Had he done something wrong? Made your night worse? Had you wanted to come home unbothered and rest by yourself?

Simons doubts were fast replaced with relief as soon as you walked over to him and began to thank him in between sobs, his t-shirt turning a dark shade of grey as you cried while hugging him.

Simon finally understood in that very moment that you were significantly overworked, overwhelmed and exhausted- knowing that Simon got to be with you in your vulnerable moment, meant the world to him.

After Simon consoled you-you quickly padded upstairs and changed into your favorite comfy pjs he laid out. You began the night with Simon by eating up all your favorite food and treats he had prepared, swearing you might actually be in a food coma for good.

He then told you about the movie he rented for you both to watch, you were ecstatic.

You both padded over to the couch, snuggling up with those fuzzy blankets you love, Simon loved them too- Simon grabbed the remote and played the flick you wanted.

You eventually drifted off to sleep on Simon’s shoulder, it didn’t matter to him, you two would finish the movie tomorrow.

Simon was happy to know that your night had become a good memory for the both of you.

The stressful day you had was soon forgotten, now feeling at peace, safe and loved above all else.

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AHHWWWWW SIMONNN💕✨

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I do not approve of my work being stolen, replicated or used in anything to do with AI.

[lafortezasboy]

HER.

the american dawn

— summary: the international student as the school’s photographer and the school’s popular kid. well…being the popular kid, but being yoonchae’s partner in secret are two different people.

— warnings/tags: FLUFFFFF. FLUFF BRO FLUFF. american high school au, photographer!yoonchae, gn!reader, use of yn, not proofread

— a/n: my baby my love my everything 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i need to kiss yoonchae all over the face and tell her she’s so gorgeous and pretty and everything and the love of my life. also, yes. i did use google translate, but from that one interview when manon scared them, yoonchae did say this (i think. from what comments said…) so i just put it here. cough.

yoonchae was busy under the bleachers near the football field. school started and yoonchae needed to take football photos before the season ended. once she snapped a few pictures, she began to edit them quietly as she looked back and forth from their training and her laptop again.

“boo!”

“나 놀랐잖아!” yoonchae jumped and looked behind her. her hands were on her head before she puts them down in defeat.

“don’t do that!” she exclaims, flicking your forehead.

you let out a small yelp, sitting up on the bleachers a bit more before rushing off of the metal seats to maneuver behind them to reach your girlfriend. once you sat down next to her, you gave her a big kiss on the cheek. yoonchae smiled softly, leaning into it as she continued to edit the photos. you looked at her laptop with her, titling your head.

“are you almost done?” you asked impatiently.

“i just started,” she murmured back, going through different files.

you groaned softly, resting your head on her shoulder. today was boring, and the only thing that could make you not bored was talking to your girlfriend. but she was busy. what fun.

“why don’t you go hang out with others?” she asks, noticing your boredom the moment she finished her sentence.

“they’re boring!”

“they didn’t seem boring earlier.”

“but they are,” you said with a pout, nuzzling a bit deeper into her shoulder. yoonchae shakes her head slightly.

“maybe just find new friends,” she suggests bluntly.

there’s a small silence between the two before you let out a deep sigh. this makes yoonchae let out a small laugh through her nose.

“you sound like a tired puppy,” she comments softly.

you smiled slightly and looked up at her. she looks down at you and a switch turned on.

“ohhhh,” you gushed out suddenly, moving to gently cup her face. “you’re so cute, oh my god.”

yoonchae was about to push you away, considering that the both of you were in public. she didn’t want this show of affection just yet. but she didn’t really stop you because the moment you leaned in, ten thousand kisses were placed on her face within the span of a second. gentle giggles left her lips and she wrapped her hands around your wrists.

“yn!” she giggled out softly, her head moving side by side as she tried to dodge your kisses somehow.

“mm…stay still!” you smiled, kissing around her face a little bit more. you didn’t care if some of her makeup got off. she was just adorable.

yoonchae gave up after a while, leaning into your kisses and touch as you continued. after about five minutes later, you pulled back and looked at her. her face was tinted pink and she was absolutely adored by. she looks at you and pinches your cheeks.

“my turn,” she decided as she leans in.

she pecks your lips before moving over to your cheeks, forehead, eye lids, temples — anywhere open for her lips to touch your skin. you smiled and laughed softly as she did, holding her softly in your hands. before you even knew it, she climbed onto your lap to kiss your face a little bit more deeper, making sure every part of your skin got love.

she pulled back after a bit and gently ran her fingers through your hair, her short acrylic nails scratching your scalp slightly. yoonchae stared down at you a little bit more before kissing your forehead again.

“you’re super pretty,” yoonchae states.

“super?”

“super.”

“well,” you looked up at her. “you’re gorgeous.”

“am i super gorgeous?” she asks with a smile. you nodded and kissed her nose.

“super gorgeous.”

she blushes slightly and hums, “that’s better.”

staring up at her brown eyes, you fell in deep. yoonchae looks at you as well and leans in before stopping.

“only for a little bit,” yoonchae tells you with a finger to your lips, “and then i have to get back to editing. got it?”

“yes, ma’am. yes, ma’am,” you replied with a smile. yoonchae shakes her head.

“don’t call me that,” she whispers before gently placing her lips onto yours. her fingers moved from your hair to your neck, pulling you closer. you hummed softly, pulling her closer.

she pulls back after a few more seconds and she pecks your nose.

“back to work.”

you groaned softly, helping her off of your lap.

“back to work…” you grumbled as you watched her pick up her laptop again.

you put your head back onto her shoulder and her left hand moved to the top of your head again before moving her head to kiss yours. you hummed gently before nuzzling back into her shoulder.

“come over after i’m done?”

you looked up, “yes.”

yoonchae smiles and hums, pecking your lips softly.

“good.”

— a/n: shoutout to yoonchae for being so kiss face because i wanna kiss her all over and tell her she’s gorgeous and pretty and everything all in between ☹️☹️☹️ super sorry this is short…i just wanted to make a small fic about kissing yoonchae all over