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earlysunshines · 3 months

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asap baby

kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once

warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread

a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what

not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, she’s very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.

you’ve been minji’s member for over a year. you’ve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl you’ve ever met for nearly two months now–all thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.

as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other – before the confession – and it’s not entertaining.

you’re much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but you’re willing to be patient for minj–even if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.

it isn’t until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.

–

hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.

“you’re telling me, the most you’ve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?” danielle gasps, her brows creasing.

you shake your head, blushing. “okay, well, i’ve kissed her hand and forehead too–”

“bro, you haven’t kissed her? you’ve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?”

putting up your hands in defense, you begin, “hey! she’s… shy… i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but… i just… you know.”

“oh y/n, you haven’t even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.”

“well,” you start, crossing your arms. “kissing isn’t the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure i’m healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her and–”

“well yeah you’re right but we didn’t spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!”

“hey! we’re not! stop that!” you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. “i just– we kind of agreed to take it slow.”

“take it slow my ass man.”

“well, everytime i’ve tried to initiate things more… you know, couple like… we always get interrupted! i mean i’ve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!”

you weren’t lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.

after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.

minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.

halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanni’s) work to happen.

her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.

“that tickles, you know.”

“mm, but you’re so cute.”

“you’re so corny,” she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. “is that my t-shirt?”

“too early to do that?”

minji shakes her head. “nah, you look cute.”

her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. “now look who’s corny.”

“oh, shut up, you’re literally blushing.”

“that’s only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.” you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minji’s breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. “so good, kim minji.”

she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.

just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.

"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. “what movie? no way you’re watching the mario movie without me!”

you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts.

“sorry…” you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. “you’ve already watched this movie like three times!”

“still! i can’t believe you left me out…”

minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. “you literally had a shoot, it’s not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.”

if that were even possible, hyein would’ve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less… out there. besides, hyein didn’t even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close.

“hey, let’s watch it the next time we’re both free then!” you offer.

“yes for sure! anyway, i’m going to go change”

hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.

the two of you don’t really speak on the incident.

–

it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.

the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.

minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.

you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.

gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.

“tired?” you ask.

“very.” minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. “you’re sweating a lot, you must be too?”

“it’s whatever.” you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.

“you like what you see?”

“my sweaty girlfriend?” you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. “for sure.”

minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. “you’re a tease.”

“kim minji, you look so kissable right now.” the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place.

she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.

without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.

“yeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?”

you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. “wouldn’t you like to know.” you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.

both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room.

you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minji’s cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.

haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. there’s now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.

“minji, y/n, you didn’t get water?” haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“not... um, thirsty,” you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.

haerin’s expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.

your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, “alright! let’s continue!” which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.

–

“i told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.”

danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.

“dude, just kiss her,” hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. “like this.”

“woah, wait–”

hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. “just put your hand on her shoulder like this—” she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. “—then look her in the eye.” they lock eyes, and danielle can’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.

“then say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~” hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.

danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.

“oh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!”

“gross!” hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, who’s laughing louder now. “i didn’t think you’d actually play along!”

“don’t be shy!”

“i hate you.”

you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.

the thought of minji, right before she’s about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you don’t want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.

kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.

“ugh, this is so frustrating.” you sigh, collapsing onto hanni’s thigh.”

danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. “wait, you’ve always been the one to start it, right?”

“i guess?”

“just find a way for minji to do it instead then.”

“and how will i do that?”

"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's gross…" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.

"okay, minji is not gross, and she’s my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.

you start to ponder danielle’s suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? she’s confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirls’ comments. but she’s completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.

as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affection–but this is all behind closed doors

every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reaction—like kissing you.

as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind.

–

the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.

you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.

"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.

"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"

you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.

“y/n!” minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. “what are you doing here?”

“i got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.” you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. “i have squid crackers.”

minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. “yum, let’s eat!”

“okay, okay.”

the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they won’t kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.

nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.

underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.

you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, “yeah, the comments are right.”

“what do they say?”

“that you look…” you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. “they're saying you look… scrumptious?”

minji chuckles, shaking her head. “strange.”

you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.

your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.

kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to.

even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie.

“minji please be my girlfriend…” minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.

“absolutely not.” you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. “she’s off limits.”

minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. “says who?”

“me.” you mumble, turning to face her.

the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.

as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.

minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a hand’s length apart.

“what was that y/n?” she questions you, narrowing her eyes.

you giggle. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i– ugh, we’re going to be clipped and posted and–”

“and you’ll be watching over it all?”

minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.

you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.

her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.

“was this on purpose?”

“what was?”

"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what she’s planning to do next.

“someone is eager, huh?”

“shut up.” is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.

her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else.

both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. “is this okay?”

“fucking finally,” you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.

minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.

she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.

“you’re so cute minji.”

“stop that.”

“are you flustered? aw look at you–” she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso – just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.

your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.

“minji? y/n? what–”

hyein.

your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.

“w-why didn’t you knock?” minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you.

“are you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god… why did no one tell me?”

“hyein, listen.”

“i knew something was up.” she facepalms, then looks at you. “sleeping in the same room… being alone together so much– i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.”

your eyes widen. “what? when?”

“you guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds up…”

minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.

“can we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.” you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).

“everyone else but me knew this?” she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. “c’mon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!”

“because! you’re young! and besides, haerin doesn’t know either.” you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head – or maybe they do and she’s too shaken up to process it.

you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami.

a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.

but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.

(plus, that look on minji’s face – yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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she’s driving me crazy

description. STILES STILINSKI finally gets another chance with you, and he won’t take it for granted

includes. SMUT 18+, riding, car sex, fem!reader, protective p n v, lots of making out, loser!stiles, awkward stiles, bi!stiles, exes getting back together, slightly manipulative reader, reader has easily malleable hair, reader wears makeup, drinking (but no drunk intercourse), bickering, scott guest appearance

wc. 6k+

a/n: long awaited stiles fic. bestie boo this one's for u. title from confidence by ocean alley. art credits unknown.

Stiles knows he fucked up.

He had you, after almost a full year of tortuous pining, and he let you slip through his hands. All of it, your relationship with Stiles, really didn’t last more than two months. Two months where date nights were rain checked and eventually canceled. Sleepovers were lackluster, and nothing more than a movie playing in the back while Stiles worked over something that wouldn’t rest in his brain, leaving you alone in the center of his unmade bed. Promises were made, and never kept. It was a mess, a horrible, murky mess of Stiles’ own creation.

He knows this. But he still allows himself to mourn what could have been. He grieves what was. All while nursing a warm beer that doesn’t sit well in his stomach, mostly because of the sight he has been doomed to acknowledge—also his own doing as he could definitely turn his gaze elsewhere.

You’re tucked under the arm of some guy who looks nothing like Stiles, and he doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or worse. Is that your dream guy? Or are you forcing yourself to branch out and try something that wasn’t him? He tries to resist the spiral that sends him on, and is only able to start crawling out of the self-deprecating and insecurity tunnel through Scott’s voice beside him.

“What’re you staring at?”

Scott reeks of alcohol and fruit-flavored syrup. If he wasn’t a werewolf, Stiles knows his best friend would be unable to stand straight by now. But Scott stands like his usual self next to Stiles, a big grin on his face probably from the attention he’s been getting from Kira. (It was sickening for Stiles to watch but he forced himself to be happy for the strong relationship his best friend has.)

Stiles’ immediate instinct is to lie. “Nothing.” He says it a little too fast. He tries to cover his slip up by taking a sip of his beer, but the flavor is unappealing to the point where the face of disgust he presents makes him look more guilty than he really is.

Scott stares at Stiles, waiting. Stiles knows he won’t lie to Scott, not about something this small anyway, and it is only a matter of a few seconds before Stiles sighs.

“Look,” he points at you and your suitor. “Don’t you think he’s making her uncomfortable? Look at that. He’s all over her. Probably reeks of Axe body spray.”

It’s then that the guy cracks another joke, your head throwing back in laughter just before you rest your ear against his chest. It’s so affectionate. As if you’ve known this guy for years, and not just mere minutes.

Stiles flicks his eyes over to Scott, expecting to see his best friend analyzing the situation with at least a small amount of attention that Stiles is. Instead, Scott is looking over at Stiles, wearing what Stiles can only describe as a knowing smirk on his lips.

Stiles steps back, a little bewildered. “What?”

Scott, annoyingly, shrugs. He sips his drink, one he has solely for taste as Stiles knows, and only responds once he’s taken a long, slow swallow.

“She seems fine to me. I thought you guys were broken up anyway.”

“We are!”

“Then why do you care so much?”

Stiles can’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. He turns to face you and your human shaped bag of bricks once again, gesturing for Scott to do the same. His mouth opens, lips parted and tongue ready to spew out the analytics he’d been gathering this entire time in lieu of an excuse.

Then Scott interrupts.

“Do you want me to see what’s going on?” Scott throws a finger up towards his ear, one eyebrow lifted as he waits for Stiles to gather the implications and then make a decision.

It takes Stiles longer to complete the latter than the former.

He waits, thinks, looks at you and the guy. And then remembers the strict ‘no listening’ rule you all have set in place, the one he most definitely won’t betray in the name of jealousy, even if you aren’t particularly aware of all of the intricacies.

When he sighs, it’s defeated and with his entire body. He knows he’s pouting, he assumes he resembles his teenage self—mopey and brooding. He doesn’t mean to speak through gritted teeth, but he ends up doing it anyway.

“No. She’s probably … fine. I guess.” It hurts to admit, deep in Stiles' jealousy-filled gut. Scott’s way of comforting him is by clapping a hand on his shoulder, and telling him that you’re a grown adult who is allowed to make her own decisions, the same as him.

Scott’s intentions aren’t understood until he points at someone in the opposite direction of you. A guy who, from the looks of it, has been eyeing Stiles for a while. He’s Stiles’ type. Exactly his type, actually, and Scott knows this.

“Instead of sulking around …” Scott doesn’t need to finish his sentence in order for Stiles to understand. He only lingers for a few seconds, and then is pulled back towards the larger group by Kira’s eyes and grin.

The guy on the other side of the bar is still watching Stiles. He’s smiling a small but confident smile, like he knows Stiles wants him as much as he wants Stiles. He tilts his head in a beckon, and Stiles is close to letting the guy pull him over there. Until he sees you step away from the man, smile dismissively up to him, and start towards Stiles instead.

Instantly, it’s like a flip has been switched.

He starts to feel the effects of the alcohol, even though he’d been nursing the same bottle the entire night. Still, he chooses to attribute the buzz flowing throughout his body to the overpriced beer and not excitement of finally having your attention.

He watches your path, trying not to feel too disappointed as he takes notice of the way you’re struggling to walk in a straight line.

You fall into his arms in a fit of giggles. Your head resting on his chest, your hands circling around his back.

“Stiles,” you sing, long and drawn out and definitely drunk.

He repeats your name in the same tune, placing his drink onto a tabletop next to him and abandoning it for good. Keeping you away from self destruction is his new main priority.

You slump against him even more, turning yourself around and leaning back against his body. Your position leaves Stiles with nothing else to do other than stand stiffly. He knows that if you were sober, you wouldn’t be nearly as affectionate as you are now. He ignores the way your ass brushes against his crotch. He ignores the smell of your perfume wafting up to him, a scent he had the privilege of seeing you apply a few times before when you were dating. (The image of you getting ready for the day, lathering yourself in the oils and lotions and scents that worked to create your unique scent will never leave his brain, for better or for worse.)

He does his best to remain unaffected, but then you tilt your head up, the crown of your hair rubbing against Stiles’ shirt as you look at him. As soon as he glances down, he sees you pouting, clearly over exaggerated but it’s a look he, pathetically, will never be able to resist.

“Why won’t you touch me?” You manage to sound pitiful, as if you had lost every single thing you hold dear to your heart in the last couple of minutes.

In his response, he tries to remain neutral. Drunk or not, you know the game you’re playing, and Stiles foolishly believes that his knowledge of the ploy makes him insusceptible.

“Because you’re drunk,” he platonically rests his hands on your shoulders and encourages you off of him. “And we aren’t together anymore.”

You turn around to face him, grinning up at him like the cat with the canary as you tell him, “it didn’t stop us last time, right?”

That, and the way you almost throw yourself at some guy walking past, is enough reason for Stiles to link his hand in yours and pull you towards the others. Scott stares down at your interlinked palms for only a moment before Stiles explains his plan, which entails getting you back to your apartment before you do something you could regret.

This isn’t an excuse for Stiles to continue hanging out with you. He makes sure he clarifies that to himself and his best friend before he’s pulling you out of the bar and towards his Jeep.

You’re both less than ten steps away from the entrance to the bar when you suddenly have your lips pressed to Stiles’.

There is a moment where Stiles fails to resist. Where he reciprocates quicker than his brain can realize, acting on pure instinct and muscle memory instead of logic. He is unable to stop himself from getting comfortable, from linking this kiss to the last one he’d received from you. Hotter and messier than this one. (Lost in his appreciation to finally be kissing you again, Stiles fails to notice how you don’t taste like alcohol at all)

Only a few more seconds pass before Stiles reminds himself that you’re drunk, and that this is wrong. When he pulls away from your lips—regretfully, that is—he’s tempted into staying by the slight stickiness of your lipgloss and the almost-disgusting string of saliva that briefly keeps you two sewn together.

You try to lean back in, but Stiles stops you with his hands on your shoulders.

“You’re drunk,” he reminds you.

You’re fixing him with a look, one that feels strong and weirdly sober. His suspicions have more proof to back them up when you say his name with the same matter-of-fact tone he had just used on you.

“I’m not drunk.”

He scrunches his eyebrows together, the muscles in his face mimicking the movement as well. His lips part as he nonverbally exclaims his confusion. He lifts one of his hands from your shoulder to hook his thumb towards the bar entrance. He looks around, for nothing or no one in particular, but as if the night will have an explanation that you would surely be willing to provide if he asks.

He didn’t even need to ask before you provide an explanation. It’s cut and dry, matter-of-fact, spoken like it is the most casual thing in the world.

“I faked being drunk so you could take me home.”

Stiles knows what you mean. He’s not dumb. But he surely does feel it when he says, “If you didn’t feel well you could’ve just told Lydia. She would’ve taken you back to yours.”

You roll your eyes. “If you don’t wanna sleep with me, that’s fine. Just let me know before I waste my time.”

Stiles should stand up for himself. He should reprimand your attitude, and exclaim how unnecessary it was. Instead, he flounders and almost falls to your feet with the speed he clarifies himself.

“No. I do wanna sleep with you. Like, really bad. But … um … well,” you lift your eyebrows and Stiles clears his throat. “How many fingers am I holding up.”

“Jesus, fuck, Stiles.” He continues holding up his first three fingers on his right hand until you answer. “Three.”

You lean in but Stiles takes a step back. And then another. And then another, until he’s standing against the wall of the bar and you’re standing at the edge of the sidewalk.

“Walk in a straight line towards me.”

You don’t seem happy about it, but you place one foot in front of the other over and over again until you’re in front of Stiles. Nothing more has to be said before Stiles places his hands on your hips, pulls you flush to him, and finally allows himself to kiss you.

It’s been a while since Stiles had the privilege of kissing you. The last time, just a month ago, didn’t count in his mind. Sure, he remembered nearly every detail, but your shared inebriated state at the time overruled any legitimacy the encounter could have held. Now, it only acts as a reminder and motivator for Stiles to enjoy every moment of this that he can.

Eventually, it would be smart, and preferable, to leave the outside of the bar and actually take you home where you two could be alone. But for now, Stiles presses his hands into the middle of your back as a way to pull you as close to him as possible. He has his legs spread, creating space for your limbs to stagger. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then at the back of his neck, then in his hair. Both of you are attempting to get as close to the other as possible, all while engaging in the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever had. You both kissed cleaner when you were drunk.

Now, outside this bar with your closest friends inside, and with nothing but the night (and the bouncer) as witness, you submit to the other. There is a level of appreciation in the way your lips slide together. There is a level of gratitude in the presses of your tongues against each other. There is an exorbitant amount of longing that is solved each time you jerk your hips into Stiles and each time he reciprocates.

You thread your hands through Stiles’ hair the same time that he slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes, pulling you as close to him as possible and rubbing his thigh against the center seam of your jeans. You both groan into each other's mouths—Stiles from the way you tug just right on his hair, and you from the feeling of his leg between yours.

Sensing—knowing that he did something right, something good, Stiles does it again. And again. And again. The steady slide of his thigh between your legs does the job. You let your head fall, leaning the top of it against Stiles’ chest just right under his sternum.

The sound of you moaning Stiles’ name goes straight to his dick, with a few remnants traveling to his head, leaving him dizzy and with a steady growing semi. His actions make you grip his hair stronger. His actions indirectly cause pleasure for him, too.

It all disappears when the sound of spitting—loud and boisterous, almost cartoonish—breaks up the moment. Stiles stops his movements. He lays his hands flat on the back pockets of your jeans as he turns his head to the side.

The eyes of the bouncer meet Stiles and Stiles’ ears burn.

While the bouncer doesn’t say anything to him, Stiles knows the message he’s trying to communicate.

Get the fuck out of here.

Stiles is forced to push you back by hooking his fingers in your belt loops. He’s still touching you, at least an extension of you, but then your hands drop to your sides and Stiles can feel his body crying out for you. The same way his body calls out for vital needs—food, water, sleep, entertainment. He squashes his emotions for a second, plasters on a—truthfully sympathetic—face, one that comes off more as a tight lipped smile than anything else.

“Sorry, man. You — uh. You have a goodnight.” He throws a hand up to the bouncer, hoping it is received as friendly. When the bouncer returns the gesture, still with that same look in his eyes, Stiles heads down the street and pulls you with him.

The walk to the car is tortuous. His boner keeps rubbing against his jeans, leaving him to stop every few paces, face away from the street, and try to adjust himself. After the third time, you were voicing your frustration, claiming that it was taking forever to reach the car because of Stiles’ worry about who could see his erection. He tries things your way, ignoring the way his dick calls for his attention and instead focusing all of his attention on you.

The way your hips sway in your tight jeans. The way the wind blows your perfume to him and lifts the edge of your shirt in one, giving Stiles a peek of your skin. It’s such a small look, nothing more than a glimpse, and Stiles feels like a Victorian man the way he’s having to bite his fist at the next crosswalk to avoid groaning. The street lights illuminate your face in just the right ways, highlighting your makeup in an unnaturally ethereal way. Everything about you is driving Stiles crazy. There’s no way he’s going to make it to your house. If he doesn’t get to his car soon, he might pull you into the next bar bathroom that he could find just for a semblance of privacy.

If he could just get to his Jeep.

It’s then that Stiles realizes he’s been walking for far too long. He stops in the center of the sidewalk. You stop right beside him.

Stiles doesn’t say anything as he turns around and leads you three blocks down the street, one street over, and then into the parking garage elevator.

The way you’re grinning at him alerts Stiles of the words soon to come out of your mouth, definitely words that would be at his expense. He stops you while you’re ahead.

It’s nice to have the position switched. Your back against the wall instead of his. His hands are still on your hips, but he uses them to push you into the metal instead of pulling you into him. You have that part covered, your arms once more thrown over his shoulders, pressed into the back of his neck and head, drawing him in until the pressure of his lips against yours is a little painful.

In the rush neither of you have pushed the button, leaving the elevator stagnant on the ground floor. Stiles notices at the same time that you scratch his scalp. He moans, he really can’t help it. His mouth opens as you purse your lips again, and he feels a little bad but you aren’t deterred. In fact, you do it again, your nails scratching in just the right spot and Stiles feels like an animal the way he shudders and keens.

He’s more human when he admits, “Missed this.” He presses his lips to yours again, pulling back with a smack. “Missed you.”

Your lips slide against his with what Stiles can only describe as desperation. Pure, unadulterated desperation and desire. You’re breathing a little heavy, deep exhales through your nose and inhales in the in between moments, and it doesn’t turn Stiles off at all. He wants more of you. He takes more of you.

He doesn’t know how long you two are in there, but it is eventually you who pulls back first, your lips visibly swollen and lacking any of the makeup that was previously on it.

“Has the elevator been moving at all?” You could check for yourself. Just one look over Stiles’ shoulder and you could see that the small screen still displayed a digital ‘1’. Yet, you’re looking up at him instead. Like Stiles is the most important thing in the elevator. Like he’s the most important thing in the world to you. (Maybe it’s Stiles’ delusion talking, but he chooses to believe it either way)

Still, Stiles looks over his shoulder, confirms that he hadn’t hit the button at all, and leans back to correct his mistakes.

The elevator beeps twice, bringing you both to the third floor, and as much as Stiles’ wants to continue standing there and just admire you, he can hear the door daring to slide close. Again, he pulls you out behind him.

As soon as he turns the corner, Stiles is immediately made aware of the lack of other cars on the level. It’s a little eerie, and if he wasn’t about to get his dick wet he would possibly be on the lookout for potential threats that could turn one of the best moments of his life into another inconvenience.

Your hands are on his shoulders, his back, his arms, as you hold onto him.

“Why did you park all alone? Did you plan this? Were you trying to get in my pants all night?”

Stiles digs into the front pocket of his jeans and searches for his keys. “No. There were other people parked here earlier. They’re just all gone now.”

You hum unconvincingly. “Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Stiles.”

As soon as Stiles has the passenger door unlocked, he holds the door open for you and stares, hoping the annoyance is overpowering every other feeling he’s currently having towards you.

“In the back,” he tells you. You smile up at him, big and entertained, and then do as he says.

He climbs in right behind you. At this point in the night, there was no point in attempting to get back to your apartment or his. Stiles couldn’t wait much longer, and you two are no stranger to the back of his Jeep. You’ve been in this situation before.

It’s all completely effortless. You’re already in the process of slipping your jeans off whenever Stiles has the door closed. He mourns for just a second, pouting to himself over not being the one to take those sinful jeans off of you. But then you climb over his lap, situating yourself to hover just a bit above him.

Stiles plants his hands on your hips, just like he did before, and pulls you to sit right over him, just like you have before. He knows that the status of your relationship has changed since the last time he had the privilege of being in this space with you like this, but that doesn’t mean the way you do things has to change, too.

You were never shy before. You would always be quick to attach yourself to Stiles in whatever ways you could, just like you had been doing just a little earlier into the night. But that’s gone now. Now, you’re staring at him, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip.

Before you were together for a short time, Stiles had spent months pining. Months analyzing whatever he could about you. Months mentally cataloging your tells. And now, he calls on that information to declare that you’re hesitant. You’re nervous. No, not just nervous. You’re worried. Almost regretful.

He tilts his head. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug but Stiles knows you’re aware of what has you like this. He just gives you the time to voice it.

Eventually, you say: “Will this change anything between us?”

It’s his turn to shrug. “I dunno. Do you want anything to change?”

You shrug again.

“Well … do you want to keep going? And we decide that afterwards?” Stiles really wants to fuck you, but deep down he knows that if you stopped and got up off of him in this moment, he would be okay with it. Well, he would be okay with it after a few days. Maybe a week or two.

A little part in him swells, jumps, and clicks its heels when you nod.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You press your lips to his once.

“You just tell me when you decide, okay? I’m cool with whatever you’re cool with.” And Stiles means that. If he gets just one more time with you, if this is his final time with you, he would cut his losses and be grateful for the time that he was allowed. What else was he supposed to do? He would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize his spot in your life.

Stiles can feel the warmth of your center is his hand when he trails his touch down. He cups your mound and his eyes flutter shut. He feels like a pervert for only a second before you start to work your lips down his neck and rock your hips into his hand. The way your mouth suctions around his favorite spot almost has him distracted enough to not notice your hands working on his pants. Almost.

He can’t really tell in the dark, but he can slightly feel your once confident movements start to falter. You stop on his neck, keeping your lips as nothing but a pucker against his skin before you pull away completely to look down between the two of you.

“When the fuck did you start wearing a belt?”

Stiles doesn’t want to tell you the truth, he feels like it would be too embarrassing. Really, he knows it wouldn’t, but something about having to tell you that he decided to wear a belt because you always said he should makes him feel a little meek. So instead of filling the silence with the truth, he fills the silence with the clinks of his belt buckle as he undos it himself.

“Recently,” is all he tells you when you’re still staring at him for a response. Somehow, it’s enough for you and your hands are back on his waistband.

In record speed, your hands are down the elastic of his boxers and wrapping around Stiles’ cock. He doesn’t hiss, but he does shudder. He tries to hide it by pretending that the car is cold, which it was beforehand, but now it’s warm. It becomes warmer when you spit in your hand, wrap it around Stiles’ cock and pump him a few times, and then push your underwear to the side and hover above him.

It really pains Stiles to stop you, but he does. He asks if you have a condom, then he asks if you want to use a condom, and the entire time he’s kicking himself. Because he can feel the warmth radiating. He has his tip already nudged between your folds, and just this small touch is already making him lose it. His nails are digging into your hips, he’s breathing harder than he was before, and he has to blink a few times to really focus on you.

It feels like Stiles blinks and suddenly you’re tearing the foil packet open and slipping the condom over him. He watches it go down as best as he can, and the light doesn’t reveal much. Just the bottom of you and the tip of him is visible, the rest Stiles is forced to make out through squints and memorization.

He’s just briefly dejected about the lack of visuals, but then your hands rest on his shoulders and he hears you take a breath and he knows it’s time.

Stiles rests his hands on your side and looks up at you.

You go down slowly. Softly. It allows Stiles to feel each delicious inch as they go by, revealing more and more of the inside of you as time passes. He battles between watching your face and simply basking in it. Eventually, he settles on the former.

Your eyebrows are tightened just enough to show your discomfort. You have your lips parted, long breaths leaving them every so often, usually right before you sink down again. And Stiles has seen you take him before. He knows that you have been able to take him faster than this before. And then he wonders: is this your first time doing this, with anyone, in a while? Have you been as lost without him as he has been without you? Have you even attempted to fill that hole, and was your stunt earlier tonight just that: a stunt?

There isn’t time for him to ponder over his questions like he would have wanted to whenever you bottom out. It’s with a sigh, the back of your thighs meeting the top of his just briefly.

You rest your forehead against his, and you both breathe together. Or, it’s more so you breathing and Stiles matching the pattern.

You lean up, you move your hair out of your face, and you tell him, “Don’t remember it being this hard.”

Slightly cocky, Stiles tilts his head. At first he doesn’t say anything. He smiles, his eyes are heavy when they look you up and down, and then he rubs your back. “Take your time.”

You take the time you need and then you start moving. Up and down. Up and down. Agonizingly slowly at first, and then faster when you get more comfortable.

This is what Stiles has needed. This is what he has been missing in his life. You’re like a drug for him, and one hit seems like enough at the time, but by the time this is all over he knows he’s going to be searching for more. He’ll do anything he has to, so long as it gets him in a spot similar to this again.

He searches for your hand, refusing to look away from the way your body moves atop of him for even a second. You help him out, bringing your hand to his, pressing the fingertips together, leaving Stiles to interlock them. He lifts your hands, looking at them in the white light that enters the foggy window. Somehow, this image is even more captivating. There is a more pornographic way the two of you are connected, one that demands Stiles’ attention. There is something about the innocence of this. He’s doing nothing but holding your hand, and Stiles feels like he might either lose his mind, or cum too quickly.

He might do both. One after the other.

You sink down on him again, a little awkwardly this time, but it does it for you. You hit a spot that makes your mouth widen and your eyes flutter shut. You search for it, and find it miraculously. Your head throws back as you hit that spot over and over again, pleasing yourself on Stiles’ dick. The image is heavenly for him. It’s euphoric.

He lets his eyes wander down your neck, along your clavicle, and your shirt reveals just a bit of your bust but it’s not enough. With his free hand, he pulls the rest of the fabric down, and when he sees that you’re not wearing a bra, he almost cums into the condom then and there. He doesn’t wonder how he hadn’t noticed, he doesn't consider how he hadn’t taken into account the natural shape of your breasts pushing through the fabric, almost reaching out to him. Instead, he leans forward, presses his hand into the curve of your back, and attaches his mouth to the untouched skin.

Your free hand sinks into Stiles’ hair. Your fingers weave through the back of his hair first, and then you make your way up to the front, pushing back his bangs blindly.

Stiles peers up at you from his spot around your nipples. You’re still in ecstasy—your head now level once more, but your mouth still open and your eyes still closed.

He detaches from your nipple to tell you: “Look at me.”

It fuels Stiles’ ego when you do as told quickly.

You’re looking at him on his command yet Stiles feels like he’s the one entranced. Because of your eyes. Fuck, your eyes. Watery, lazy, but your pupils are dilated. Your mascara has transferred to under your eyes by now, and it’s smudged a bit, making you look completely fucked out. Stiles thinks some of your makeup along your face has disappeared too, but it allows for a fresh skinned appearance instead.

Really, there is nothing else for him to do except kiss you. It’s so messy but so good. You flatter in your movements on his cock, but Stiles feels absolutely no remorse when he takes over.

He unlocks your hands and plants them both on your hips again. This time, he uses the leverage to pull you down on him again and again. He lets you lead the kiss, while he leads this.

Your hands land on the leather of the seat behind Stiles' back and the foggy glass pane of the window. He hears your fingertips glide down the surface as he starts to fuck you harder, and then the sound is combined with your moans when your lips separate from Stiles’.

You call his name, low and breathy.

He hums.

“‘m so close. Keep going. Just like that.” He nods. Then you add, “Little faster.” And he does as told.

Your forehead pressed against his, the sweat on both of your skin making your heads glide more than anticipated. It doesn’t deter either of you. When your nose bumps against Stiles’, he kisses you again. When your head becomes too heavy for you to hold it up, he presses his thumb under your jaw, rests his fingers on the side of your neck, and holds the weight for you.

“You’re so pretty,” he tells you, adding your name at the end to seal the deal. “Baby,” he says, and his heart swells when you hum in response. So he says it again. “Baby, you feel so good. Feel so good, babe.”

He doesn’t know what more he says. He can vaguely recognize his lips forming the words and his own voice in his ears calling you the prettiest girl ever, telling you that he could never get this anywhere else, telling you he never wanted to get this from anywhere else.

“Needed this so bad. I needed you so bad. I’ve missed you.” And just as his words finish, yours begin.

“Stiles, Stiles. Right there. ‘m … I’m…!”

He singles two fingers out, slips them between your thighs, and rubs along your clit until you’re shaking above him and holding onto his wrist between your bodies. He doesn’t know if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away, but watching you cum is too gorgeous for him to ever dream of making it stop.

So he doesn’t.

Not even when your eyes start to leak and your lips start to plead and you contract around him.

“One more,” he asks. “I just need to see it one more time. Please.”

The sound of him moving in and out of you is loud. He drifts his eyes down to watch it happen, groaning when he just barely sees a broken ring of white glinting in the fluorescents from the parking garage.

It feels a little romantic when you cum and then Stiles follows right after.

The Jeep is warm, the windows are foggy, and there’s an ache in Stiles’ thighs. He knows for every one of his aches, you have three. The condom has been removed, tied, and disposed of in an old paper bag Stiles had sitting on the floor of his car. His pants are pulled back up, but his belt is still undone. His shirt sticks to his skin and he really needs greasy food and a shower.

But if that means leaving this moment, and never returning to it, he could put off his needs and wants for an eternity.

You’re sitting next to him, redressed with the button of your jeans still undone. You’re staring straight ahead, trying to catch your breath as you rub the muscles in your thighs.

Stiles doesn’t know what to say, so he licks his lips and he says, “Uh … do you … um. Would you like some … ice or something? For your legs?”

You smile ahead, turn to face him, and shake your head. “It’ll be fine. Nothing a shower and good sleep won’t fix.” You pause. “And maybe some food.”

Which is how Stiles ends up sitting in your bed, sipping the remnants of his Dr. Pepper as he watches you lather lotion on your legs with your towel still hanging off of your body.

“Your food’s cold,” he tells you. He doesn’t tell you about the handful of fries he stole earlier, but he knows you’ll notice it and hold the grudge for later.

Later. Will there be a ‘later’?

“Be there in a second.” You start to walk back to the bathroom. “Should we go to that place in the morning? Or …” you look at your clock and wince at the time. “Later. The one with the really good pancakes?”

Stiles is quick to agree. He would love to do something with you later.

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Is This A Thing?

Remus Lupin x fem!reader [1.5K] that inbetween stage of being friends and something more, soft, fluffy stuff that your friends start to notice.

“I’m starting to think you like her more than me, Moony.”

Remus snorted, an amused huff that stirred the baby hairs on your forehead. He ignored Sirius, leaning further into the squishy armchair, taking you with him. You squirmed, just a little, resettling into him, your legs curled up between the space he’d made for you between his knees, his chin resting on your head.

You were both reading, or rather, you were trying to. Remus smelled too nice, clean and fresh like new linen, a touch of spearmint, lemongrass and sage. He had his own book propped against the armrest, held open with one hand whilst the other sat over your stomach. It was innocent enough, palms kept away from your bare skin by a Gryffindor sweater, a shirt underneath it. But you still felt the heavy weight of his touch and it was enough to make you read the same line about the side effects of gillyweed three times over.

“You don’t let me sit with you like that,” Sirius continued, his tone sticky soft and teasing, lips pushed into a pout that made you laugh. “Is it ‘cause I beat you at chess the other day?”

It was true. As close as the boys were, Remus tended to linger on the outside of James and Sirius’ affectionate dog piles, pulling away first when they hugged, avoiding their childish play fights with rolling eyes and a fond grin. It was different with you though. Always had been. An ache to be close, to touch, to feel. Eventually it became inevitable and you didn’t question it anymore, not when Remus was so eager to pull you into his space and keep you there for as long as you were happy.

James was shaking his head, cross legged on one of the many rugs that overlapped the common room with a smirk on his lips and several pages of crumpled parchment around him. “I don’t think that’s the reason, Pads.”

You were too warm all of a sudden, but doing nothing to stop their teasing as you pushed yourself closer to Remus, hoping you could hide your flushed face between your book and his chest.

“M’not sure,” Sirius went on, drawling. He was hanging upside down off of the armchair closest to the fire, his head lolling back off the side, black hair dripping to the floor, the small hooped earring he’d pinched from your dress catching the firelight. “He’s an awfully sore loser, you know.”

Remus huffed but stayed silent, ignoring his friend to the best of his ability. His hand shifted, an attempt to keep you close, moving from your tummy to your side, fingers sneaking under the hem of your uniform to stroke a path of heat over bare skin. He bent his head closer to yours, as if your book was more interesting than his own.

Sirius didn’t notice, suddenly too busy making eyes at a girl across the common room, a seventh year student that seemed just as interested in him. But James was letting his gaze linger on the touch, as innocent as it seemed, eyes flickering to his friend, wondering if Remus was brave enough to meet his stare, his raised brows, his knowing grin.

He wasn’t. Remus slumped down into the chair further, avoiding any eye contact that would confirm what James was thinking.

Is this new or have I just not noticed? Is this finally happening? Do we need to talk about this later?

“Anyway,” Sirius returned to the conversation, now upright and slipping a piece of parchment that he caught out of the air into his pocket, the ink still wet and holding the location of whatever meeting place the girl had sent him. “Like I was saying. Am I not your favourite, Remus?”

“You’ve never been my favourite,” Remus grumbled and you held back a grin, not wanting Sirius to start on you.

“Rude.”

“You’re a pest.” Remus retorted lazily.

Sirius gasped, all faux dramatic and scandalous, as if his friend had done the utmost to offend him. But it quietened him for a little bit, maybe a good three minutes or so, chewing on the end of his quill - no, your quill - before he spoke again.

“Is this a thing now?” He gestured to the two of you, your thighs resting against Remus’ knees, his socked foot pushed to yours. The boy’s dark eyes glittered, interested, amused. “Should I look out my dress robes? Have the talk with you, Moony? I’m not ready to be an uncle, you know—”

“My god, Sirius, do you ever shut up?” Remus was scarlet cheeked and frowning, doing his best to hide the way he was flushed behind your head. He’d snatched his hand away from your side, like you’d burned him and the action was enough to leave you unsure.

Is this a thing now? Is this a thing now? Is this a thing now?

You swallowed hard, moving from the space between Remus’ legs and standing, doing your best to pretend to yawn and stretch, your foot kicking away James’ failed attempts at his potions essay. You didn’t see, but Remus was glaring at his friend.

“Well. I’m off to bed,” you mumbled, book clasped tightly to your chest, page lost. It was barely past eight o’clock. “Night, boys.”

Sirius looked contrite as he watched you go, receiving a smack on the back of his head from James and his stack of papers, and as you made your way up the steps towards your dormitory, you heard the explosion of voices behind you. An argument ensued, Remus’ voice at the forefront despite how hushed it was, low and annoyed and aimed at Sirius.

You wondered what he’d say, what explanation he’d give. Because you certainly weren’t anything, not that you’d spoken about, anyway. You were lingering in between friends and something more, sitting on the edge of a declaration, maybe not quite love, but definitely more than a crush. You’d spent too long looking at Remus Lupin differently from the other boys now, too many years hoping he’d sit closer, hug you longer.

And he did. You noticed. You knew. You were sure he did too, ‘cause his gaze held something more now and as the months passed and you both got older - and more impatient - he got braver too. He pulled you over his lap, let his hands linger on bare skin in the warmer months, let you trace the scars he got each full moon and you were always an inch or two away from kissing them better. You wondered if he’d let you. You wondered if he’d be bold enough to ask for it first.

Before you could close your door, your dorm room lit by candle light, a hand caught the wooden planks and you startled, opening it fully to find Remus standing there looking sheepish. His shirt was creased from where you’d been leaning on him, his cheeks still rosy from whatever sharp words he’d aimed at his friend downstairs.

“Hi,” he breathed out, chest heaving a little like he’d run all the way up to catch you.

He had.

“Hi,” you whispered back, wondering where this was going, why he was here, too aware of your empty dorm and your empty bed behind you.

“I’m sorry,” Remus began, gesturing vaguely behind him. “About him. Sirius. He’s a— well, he’s a prat.”

You snorted, an amused noise that was far from ladylike but it made the corners of Remus’ frown pick up and he was grinning, relieved that you didn’t seem to be too upset. “You say that as if I’m not already aware,” you replied. “I learned to ignore Sirius Black years ago, Remus. You don’t have to apologise for him.”

Remus shuffled awkwardly, one hand carding through his already messy hair as he worked up the courage to say what he wanted. You watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and suddenly, it felt momentous, like there was a spell lingering in the air, like it was only you and Remus in the castle despite the way you could still hear James telling Sirius off in the common room below.

“He was right though. Pads,” Remus clarified and he was frowning a little, stumbling over each sentence like it was too hard to speak. “For once. I do like you more than him.”

Another beat of silence, shy, soft. You could feel the air shift, your heart thunder.

Remus leaned against the wall, the cool bricks doing nothing to settle the flush across his face and neck. But still, he spoke, quiet and measured, eyes pinned on you like he wanted you to know how brave he was being, how much he meant the words he said. You could still feel his touch from before, four fingertips trailing over your side, the bare skin over the dip in your waist, the way his thumb joined in and pressed nicely against your ribs.

You felt dizzy.

“I think— I think I like you most,” Remus nodded, failing to look serious as a smile broke over his face, full lips lifting into a nervous sort of smile. “More than anyone else, really.”

“Anyone?” You think you whispered it, but Remus heard, smile growing.

“Everyone,” he agreed.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fic #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin drabble #the maruaders #the marauders x reader

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yourstrqly · 1 year

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★ . . . 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘!, 𝐍𝐃𝐕𝟐𝟏

pairing: nyck de vries x schumacher!reader

the second schumacher kid is trolling the paps with her new, still (seemingly) unknown bf

liked by ginaschumacher, sebastianvettel, yourbff and 50

y/nschumacherpriv break from uni never felt better !!

mickschumacher das letzte Bild? Ernsthaft? 🤢 the last picture? you fr y/n?

y/nschumacherpriv sehe kein Problem damit Zwerg ;) don't see a problem with it dwarf

nyckdevries 🖤

liked by y/nschumacherpriv mickschumacher love you too bro y/nschumacherpriv mick u annoying piece if shit, i'm not sharing nycky w u 🗡 mickschumacher he was mine first hoe nyckdevries girls there's enough of me for both of you lilymhe is there really little man? 🧐 nyckdevries oi alex stop using lily's acc for shitting on other people lilymhe NEVER y/nschumacherpriv #cancelalexalbon2023

daily mail — y/n schumacher and boyfriend passionately kissing in the streets of london once again!

at the beginning of july 2023 the middle child of formula one driver michael schumacher and his wife corinna started to tease the public by hanging out with a brunette man, who's yet to identify even through they're openly affectionate.

mick schumacher has shared in an interview with sky that the family already met the boyfriend and couldn't be more happy as he knew him before his sister dated him and trusted him — the youngest schumacher cheekily added that he hoped for the boyfriend to survive his messy loudmouthed sister.

this presented us with an idea: what if y/n is dating another driver? it could be possible as mick mentioned to knowing him first and being close friends.

as long as y/n and her mysterious man won't share their relationship with the public, we have to sit back and wait in anticipation — maybe they'll slip up in the future when trolling the paparazzi.

caption of the story: nyck came back and is still alive 🙏🏻

y/nschumacherpriv ey ich fahre sehr gut sebby :( ey I'm driving very well sebby sebastianvettel klar y/n . . sure y/n y/nschumacherpriv :((

monaco gossip ; EXCLUSIVE — y/n schumacher and boyfriend nyck de vries put on a loved up display as they're on romantic holiday in monaco

y/n schumacher, second daughter of sports couple corinna and michael schumacher, and her boyfriend nyck de vries put on a loved up display as they're on a romantic holiday in monaco, where de vries has lived when he was an active formula one driver.

the 25 years old student went all out with a chill afternoon date, followed by enjoying the sunny weather outside in the streets of monaco, gently kissing each other and holding hands.

schumacher's younger brother mick had shared that he knew his sisters boyfriend before the now cozy looking couple met — which makes sense as mick and nyck both drove for the prema team in formula two years ago. we come to the conclusion, mick had introduced his teammate to his sister and from there romance blossomed.

de vries, gotten dropped by alpha tauri for daniel riccardo, had announced last month to begin studying at the harvard university where his girlfriend also studies by the way!

y/n schumacher and nyck de vries were something we didn't expect but we surely wish them the best.

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nyckdevries snoepje is a bit sad about the fact that the cat and mouse game has finished and our biggest fan dailmail wasnt the one to uncover us. to quote her at our dinner with the friends: they're a bunch of losers. love you snoepje little candy

oscarpiastri dinner was great, y/n should do a cooking class

y/nschumacherpriv thank you my aussie friend, i'd totally do it (you would be my first student) oscarpiastri i dont need cooking classes y/nschumacherpriv they video of rob and you cooking eggs tells me a different story . . . oscarpiastri :(

y/nschumacherpriv i love you hotstuff

nyckdevries 🖤

y/nschumacherpriv you're so hot 🥵

nyckdevries you're hot too aaaaand we could do some hot stuff ;) y/nschumacherpriv gimme ten mins hotstuff charloslestappen NOT THEM BEING HONRY ON MAIN load more comments

midnighcts my eyes ARE blessed. they're HOT, and STUNNING, simply AMAZING, SHOWSTOPPING

alblondos can't decide if i want to be with her, him or both

mickschumacher still can't believe you chose her over me nyck, I thought what we had was enough 😩

y/nschumacherpriv mick, shut up, I won't share him with you, get that in your small brain nyckdevries i'm sorry bro :( mickschumacher its fine, i'm slowly getting over it y/nschumacherpriv wdym with "i'm sorry"?! there's nothing to be sorry abt 😑 nyckdevries . . . y/nschumacherpriv we're done hendrick mickschumacher i have space for you nycky 🥰 ginaschumacher idiots. all of you are idiots

hamiltonslegend the schumacher siblings >>>>>

rina's masterlist ; i really enjoyed writing this and I miss the little man (who's a cm bigger than me but idc he's a smol bean !!)

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 social media au #formula one social media au #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one instagram au #formula one x reader #formula one fanfiction #nyck de vries x reader #nyck de vries imagine #nyck de vries social media au #nyck de vries

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blossoming-mind-palace · 4 months

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Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: "100 Years and a Promise" (SFW/Part 1)

Summary: You and Chung Myung grew up in Mount Hua. At first, you despised him, then you became friends, and later in life, you realized how much you loved him. It's a shame that you're too nervous to be blunt about your feelings towards him.

Contains: Fem reader, alcohol, and mentions war. Not angsty (yet).

WC: 2,405

When you realized you fell in love with the infamous Plum Blossom Sword Saint, you cringed. You’ve known each other for decades, and you even hated him when you first met him! You thought he was the worst person you ever met, and yet here you are crushing on this rude old man.

You realized this while you guys were goofing off. You two were sitting on a cliff hiding from Chung Mun, drinking, and conversing while the sun sets on the horizon. You’re in your eighties, and you’ve watched this sunset with Chung Myung countless times. It’s nothing new, but you still think the scene is breathtaking.

While he’s rambling, your drunk ass spaces out while listening to him. Your gaze switches between the multi-colored sky and your friend. You can’t help but notice how the warm lighting highlights his features. You stare at him with an affectionate smile and think about how Chung Myung and the sunset are kind of similar. You’ve seen Chung Myung countless times, too, and yet you still think he’s lovely. You could watch him every day and not get tired of his beau-

“PFFFFTTT-” You spat your drink into his face and start laughing at your own stupidity. “What the fuck, (y/n)!? I know my jokes are funny but that's a bit much!” Chung Myung yelled. You really just spat in your crush's face, huh? Good job, loser.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Here, let me clean you up!” You apologize profusely while wiping the alcohol off of his face. While doing this you get a better look at his facial features, and your heart rate increases. Your eyes wander towards his, and you realize his eyes are the most beautiful shade of pink you’ve ever seen. This pink puts Mount Hua’s plum blossoms to shame, and you realize that you’re ridiculously infatuated with this man.

You accidentally pause while admiring him, and Chung Myung has to snap you out of your thoughts. “You can stop holding my face now,” he says while taking your hands off of him. You didn’t even notice you stopped wiping and started holding his face! “Sorry, I was, uh, trying to make sure I got everything! You don’t want to return with alcohol all over your face; Chung Mun would not be happy if he caught you like that!” Nice save, y/n! You think to yourself while your hands return to your lap.

“Please, continue telling your story,” You say, trying to divert his attention from what just happened. Except this time you can’t maintain eye contact with Chung Myung, and you keep looking down at your lap while he speaks to you. The scars and calluses on your hands look pretty interesting right now. Chung Myung notices your gaze wavering from his eyes and assumes you’re not paying attention. How dare you space out during his awesome story!?

“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” “Huh?” “You keep staring at your hands! Is there something wrong with them?” He asks and grabs one of them. You quickly yank your hand back and start panicking internally. Just the thought of holding hands makes your face turn red, and here he is trying to grab your hand! “And why is your face so red? Are you running a fever or is it the alcohol?” He asks as he feels your forehead. “It’s the alcohol!” You blurted out. It’s like he’s reading your mind and making you nervous on purpose!

“You’re acting weirder than normal. Did you pre-game before this?” “I might’ve pre-gamed a little bit,” You give him another excuse. “Oh, everything makes sense now! You’ve had a bit too much, so now you can’t focus and you’re running hot. I thought you could handle your liquor better, (y/n). Not only that, but you pre-gamed without me! That’s against the drinking buddy code. Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed in you, (y/n),” He says all of this and pouts. You can’t tell if he’s actually hurt or if he’s playing with you.

“I’m sorry, Chung Myung… hic, sniffle… I’ll do better next time!” You start drunkenly crying into the palms of your hands. The thought of upsetting him makes you sad, and the alcohol amplifies your emotions. “Wait, don’t cry!” He says and starts panicking. He just made one of his closest friends cry, and it looks like he doesn’t know what to do in this situation.

“There, there,” He says while awkwardly patting your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Seeing you sad makes me sad!” You blurt out while the sobbing continues. “I’m not sad anymore! Please stop crying!” After he says that, your crying starts to quiet down. “Really?” “Yes, really! Not stop crying! Jeez, you’re a handful tonight. You’re plastered, and now it’s getting dark. We should go home.” “M’Kay…” You quietly say and attempt to stand up. Unfortunately, the alcohol has made you dizzy and this is a lot more challenging than you expected. When you try standing you fall on your ass, and Chung Myung proceeds to laugh at you.

After having a good laugh, Chung Myung picks you up bridal style and carries you back home. This closeness made you heat up even more than before, and you’d do anything to get out of this situation. Unfortunately, you’re too drunk to walk on your own, so you to let Chung Myung carry you. Needless to say, the walk home was quiet and awkward for you.

Ever since that night, you’ve struggled to look at Chung Myung. You want to avoid him as much as possible, but it’s extremely difficult. You’re both Mount Hua disciples, so you’re expected to live with and fight beside him. The only problem with this is that he distracts you from your tasks with his pretty face. For example, today you were sparring with one of the newer disciples. They couldn’t have been older than 13, so you were going easy on them. There’s no way a newbie could defeat a seasoned senior like you, but everything changed when a certain man walked by.

Your junior was swinging at you, but you didn’t notice because you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Then suddenly thwack! You were overpowered by a child! Not only that, but Chung Myung noticed and started laughing at you. You’ve never been more humiliated in your life. Your pride will never recover from this.

Thanks to those events Chung Myung won’t stop teasing you during tonight’s dinner. “I can’t believe you, an eighty-something-year-old woman, was bested by a child! You’re getting rusty, old friend!” He snickered. “I just got distracted, okay? Please just drop it already!” “Tsk tsk, (y/n), that’s no good. You should know better than to get distracted while fighting. That leads to dangerous consequences.” “I know, I know!” “I think you need to relearn the basics. I mean, you were defeated by a third-grade disciple. Might as well have you train with the kids, too,” he taunts you with a ridiculously attractive smirk on his face. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to smack that smirk off your face, pretty boy!” You proclaim. Chung Myung’s eyes go wide as he asks,” Hah!? What did you just say!?”

Oh, you fucked up. Your face and ears grow hot with embarrassment when you realize what you just said. You just called him pretty boy! You’re not lying, but now he’s going to suspect that you have feelings for him. “Are you trying to fight!?” He yells while he shoots up from his seat. On the bright side he either didn’t notice or ignored the comment, but unfortunately, your crush currently wants to fight you.

A couple of months ago you would’ve gladly said yes, because who hasn’t tried to fight Chung Myung? You’ve had a couple of brawls in the past, and some of them were just for fun. There’s no way you could do that now, though. If you tried to fight him you’d get distracted thanks to your feelings and get pummeled. You can’t even sit beside him without becoming a flustered mess, and if you got close to him during a fight you’d definitely pass out from overheating.

“Goodness, no! I was just joking. I’m not stupid enough to physically fight you, Chung Myung. Let’s just drop it for tonight, okay?” You finish that question with a smile. You’re sweating nervously, and he’s still glaring daggers at you. You know what you have to do next in order to smooth things over. You need to spoil him rotten.

You give him some of the meat that was on your plate and pour him a drink. “Here, a peace offering.” “Hell yeah, (y/n)! You know the way to my heart!” He cheers and he sits back down to enjoy the gifts he’s received. He has the world’s most gorgeous smile on his face, and what he just said made your heart beat rapidly. “If that’s what you think, then here, have some more!” You’re trying to drop hints at this point, but he doesn’t notice. He’s having too much stuffing his face and downing booze to notice your yearning glances and red face. Maybe that’s a good thing because you’ve already had enough excitement for one day.

Your favorite thing to do after training and chores has always been reading under the cool shade of Mount Hua's iconic plum blossom trees. You were trying to enjoy the peaceful scenery and quiet atmosphere, but lo and behold a certain man had to ruin it. Now you have Chung Myung plopping down beside you with snacks in his hand. When you see the treats you think that maybe your day hasn't been ruined after all.

“What kind of goodies are you blessing me with today, dearest Chung Myung?” Calling him that made your feelings so obvious. It's too bad he's either oblivious or just flat-out ignoring you at this point. “Tart candied fruits for a tart woman,” he finishes and offers one while snickering. You roll your eyes and pop one in your mouth. Your attention goes back to your book while Chung Myung munches on his little treats. Besides the crunching, everything is quiet and peaceful.

After a few minutes, you grow bored of your book and decide to break the silence. “So, what do you plan on doing when this is all over?” you turn and ask Chung Myung. He looks puzzled by your sudden question,“ What do you mean?” “Well, Chung Mun and I had a conversation the other day about passing our wisdom down to the next generation. It had me thinking about life after this whole war is over.” “He had that talk with you too?” “Mhm…”

His gaze turns up to the sky and he pauses to think about his response. “I haven't given it much thought. I'm mostly concerned about the present.” “That's fair, bringing down the demon cult isn't going to be easy…” you reply. Every time that cult comes up in conversation a sense of dread pools in your stomach. Your sect has dependable disciples like the famous Chung Myung who's sitting right beside you, but you can't shake off the looming sense of anxiety.

Chung Myung notices the pensive glint in your eyes and for a second you thought you saw a bit of concern in his. He decides to shove the subject onto you,” What do YOU plan on doing?” Now it's your turn to pause in silence. You're trying so hard to formulate a reply, but the demon cult is still occupying your mind.

You hold your chin while your gaze lowers to the grass in front of you. “Hm… I'm not entirely sure either…” your statement trails off and you look back into Chung Myung's eyes. “Hehe, maybe I'll settle down with someone and have a kid or t-” “Please do not finish that sentence.” He deadpans at you. “I'm just kidding; pun not intended!” “That pun was absolutely intended!”

“Why shouldn't I have kids anyway?” you say as you cross your arms and huff at him. You continue,” I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want!” “You're not wrong, but would you make a good parent? Are you even interested in someone else? It takes two to tango!” “I've had decades to think about this, so yes, I think I'd make a good parent. And I've already found someone!” You exclaim and stand up from your shaded spot. Your hands land on your hips in an attempt to make you look assertive.

“Who!?” He says as he shoots up from his spot. “It's a secret!” You smirk at him. “I'm one of your closest friends, and you won't even tell me who you like!? You wound me, (y/n),” he grabs the cloth above his heart and puts the back of his hand on his forehead. He's pretending to swoon, so you laugh at him while rolling your eyes. “You're acting like a drama queen, stop it.” “Thanks, I know my acting is amazing!” “Hey, that's not what I said at all!” “I’m joking, but seriously who is it?” His gaze is intense and his tone drops to a more serious one.

“I'm not telling you!” “Why not!?” “Because!” “Because why!?” You sigh at his replies and pinch your nose. This conversation sounds a lot like the ones you had when you were both kids. You only have eyes for him, but you're definitely not going to tell him after saying all of that. Telling him you want to settle down and have kids, and then telling him you love him would be moving too fast!

He grabs your shoulders and shakes you as he continues,” Please tell me, the curious is killing me!” You shake your head at him. “Please, I'll never steal food from your plate again!” You deadpan and reply,“ You and I both know that's a lie, Chung Myung.” “... Yeah, you're not wrong about that,” he says as he lets go of you.

“Okay, how about this?” He grabs both of your hands and you feel your cheeks flush thanks to the contact. “I'll stop pestering you for now, but when everything is over you'll tell me, okay?” “Okay,” you sheepishly reply. “Pinky promise?” He holds out his pinky finger and you follow suit. You wrap them together and make your promise.

#rotbb #chung myung #return of the blossoming blade #rotmhs #return of the mount hua sect #chung myung x reader #cheongmyeong x reader #cheong myeong #cheong myeong x reader #cheongmyeong #sfw #fanfiction #sfw fanfiction #im so tired #i reread and edited this multiple times in one night

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chatonarya · 29 days

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I've talked about Karlan Trio a decent amount, but I can't help but still feel that there isn't enough conversation about how inherently funny it when you look at it through the lens of Degenbrecher foremost.

Degenbrecher's besties are Enciodes Silverash and Gnosis Edelweiss. These are the two people she trusts the most, cares about the most, and is open with the most. This is not speculation: this is canonical and textual.

Enciodes is the CEO of Karlan Trade and best known for being a wily schemer adept at manipulating his opponents to gain capital and political power for himself; Gnosis is just as cunning and even more ruthless and radical than his partner and has spent most of his life an outcast. They're also both generally fairly emotionally isolated and have problems with their family and only seem to trust and rely on each other for company...

With the exception of Degenbrecher.

Enciodes and Gnosis are good people at heart with noble motives even if they go about it in less than noble ways; and while Enciodes is admired and liked by the Kjerag populace and his employees, and Gnosis has regained a degree of general respect by the time of RS, and while they aren't evil per se, to anyone who knows them even slightly on a personal basis, their methods (and personalities) make them disliked and distrusted...

With the exception of Degenbrecher.

Degenbrecher willingly chooses to hang out with them. She likes them. She knows them better than anyone else, and even knowing that personally they might be total disasters, she sticks around anyway. Degenbrecher could hang out with literally anybody she wanted to, but she chooses to hang out with the two people who are probably some of the least hang-out-able people in the country. Look at them: Enciodes blathers on enough that Degenbrecher has repeatedly told him to shut up and explicitly says she hates overly-chatty smartasses (except him); Gnosis is, well, Gnosis, who uses insults, affectionate they may be, with almost every other sentence.

Yet it's implied that they regularly go out for dinner together and even have their own in-jokes and running pranks with each other. Degenbrecher says Gnosis has lousy taste and prefers Enciodes to pick the venue; Degenbrecher offers to take them both sightseeing in Leithanien; Degenbrecher tells them they can come spar with her (and she'll kick both their asses at once with one hand behind her back). They're the best of friends.

And you what? That's really funny. You'd think, surely Degenbrecher can find better company than these two. Surely Degenbrecher doesn't lack for friends, given her popularity in Kjerag. But no, she picks these two. I hesitate to call them "losers" because I'm very fond of them and it's undeniable that they're extremely successful people, even if it comes at the cost of their personal lives, but one could very well call them that.

She also willingly chooses to take care of them. She carried their drunk and broke asses home in the snow after Walden's instead of just dumping them on the side of the road and letting them fend for themselves; she continues to carry medicine for Gnosis and fetches papers for Enciodes when he forgets them. She doesn't have to do any of that, but she does it anyway, because she cares that much about them. This immensely powerful woman has chosen to take of these two walking arguable messes and has done so for ten years. Her EP is explicitly about her desire to protect them. She loves them a ton.

These two might be trash, but they're her trash. Degenbrecher is the superpowered possum guarding the dumpster that is Enciodes and Gnosis and she's perfectly happy doing it.

#arknights #degenbrecher #karlan trio #arknights lore ramble

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rebouks · 9 months

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Robin gingerly sat beside his mother, the cold, damp ground immediately sending a shiver up his spine. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but it was clear that she’d abandoned her attempts to be productive and a sad mound of dirt was all she had to show for her efforts. It was the wrong time of year for gardening anyway…

“Hi, honey! How’d you get on at the dentist?” Courtney sniffed, wiping her nose against her sleeve as though it’d erase the fact that she’d been crying again.

“A-okay…”

Robin offered Courtney a smile as weak as her own, idly picking at the grass between his legs. His mother hadn’t been very well for a while now but his presence usually managed to cheer her up, so he made a conscious effort to spend time with her-.. despite wanting to be somewhere else. It didn’t really matter if they didn’t say or do anything.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Courtney asked, far less comfortable with prolonged silences than her son.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Robin lied.

Courtney’s smile finally reached her eyes as she nudged Robin affectionately. It put her mind at ease that his aversion to school had let up recently, and he intended to maintain his miraculous turnaround, for her sake. He hated that she wasn’t happy, but it was no one’s fault and he couldn’t just fix her, nor could anyone else.

His parents had tried to hide it at first, but Robin could feel the tumultuous emotions that’d consumed her before they’d even realised something was wrong; and sometimes, she felt nothing at all, which was actually more unsettling.

He’d occasionally find her wandering late at night, staring out to sea when she should’ve been in bed, her bare feet as numb as her mind.

Perhaps she was sleepwalking, he’d thought at first-.. but she wasn’t, and Oscar had been forced to explain what was going on after the third time Robin had brought her inside past midnight, even though he already had a pretty good idea.

Robin’s rumination was interrupted by Oscar yanking the kitchen window open. Wren stood upon the counter, gleefully smashing a wooden spoon against her father’s favourite saucepan.

“Chow’s up, losers!” Oscar yelled.

Courtney shook her head with faint amusement, groaning as she staggered to her feet on limbs stiffened by the cold.

“Y’know.. papa’s gonna teach me how to cook properly.”

Robin pulled a face as he leapt up. “Uh-oh.”

Courtney chuckled, playfully swatting Robin upside the head. “Cheeky git.”

Robin grinned as he headed inside, enjoying the rare sound of Courtney’s laughter behind him.

He could sense the haze slowly lifting from her mind as time went on and she didn’t look quite so exhausted anymore, even though she’d been spending less and less time in bed, especially during the day. He’d learned the hard way that no one recovered from a mental breakdown overnight; and though it didn’t always feel like it to anyone else, she was getting better.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #courtney finch #robin finch #poor cookie.. she's been very overwhelmed during our lil timeskip #her point blank refusal to deal with her shit finally came to bite her on the ass #😞#twmentalillness

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majaloveschris · 3 months

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Hi maja, you have been an endlessly patient blog willing to discuss and rehash the same tired topics with these anons 🤣.

A few words for the ones who stay camped in your inbox:

1) It is possible to be married to someone and not like their friends or family. I’m unsure why some people on here act like him “marrying” AB means he’s immediate besties with her loser friends and weirdo hanger ons. If anything, it’s toleration. How many of you have had partners whose friends you couldn’t stand or family you dreaded but you tolerated for the sake of keeping the peace? Have you seen Justin and CE pal-ing about anywhere? It doesn’t even seem like Justin himself is too big a fan of CE either which is funny, since without his name, this trash can of a human wouldnt have 90% of the engagement on his profile that he currently has. But sure - keep posting shade memes and trolling his fanbase. That’ll really get you brownie points 🙄

2) “he must be just like her and her friends” - already wrong because her besties are all self proclaimed fashionistas. Meanwhile CE stays wearing the same old Nikes from a decade ago and recycling the same t shirts in two different colors for the past two decades. Without a stylist (even with) he looks like he shops at the 75% section of champion sports. Why do you think he’s never there with her at those fashion week events? Why is he not there at the Lana del ray concerts? Maybe because he doesn’t care and still won’t care even if he’s married to her to the public??? If he hasn’t even bothered to change how he dresses or even pretend to care about fashion - what makes you think he’s going to change his views in life and humanity for her and her friends? If he hasn't bothered to adapt to her interests or at least feign some interest in doing so what makes you think he's suddenly going to change his entire personality to fit her and her friends? (I see him doing more of this with jenny and her friends than AB. think about it)

3) body language. Listen, you can say anything or even do anything - but your body language always gives it away. It’s innate for most of us at this point. This man is friendly, tactile, and affectionate to people he’s comfortable with. That much has been clear for the two decades he’s been a public figure. Look at the recent materialists shoot. He likely hadn’t met Celine or Dakota until this shoot (cant say for sure but let’s say they’re recent colleagues) - thanks to the vast BTS footage - sometimes candid, sometimes staged, sometimes random - you can see how he acts with them both. Friendly, open, smiling, affectionate, comfortable. Pedro even came through to post a pic and he looks softly happy with Celine - who is also a very affectionate person with the people she likes. He's been photographed multiple times with celine and he is always engaged, smiling with her. He’s filming with Dakota and can laugh and smile with her. There's footage of him arriving to set and she goes into hug him and he hugs her back, rubbing her back affectionately. it's not just a quick pat either.

He shows up for 5-10 pap walks with AB and not one walk has them smiling at each other. Not one pap walk. There are two random GG and UTA party photos where he’s smiling with her but man, after two years and two weddings you’d think he’d muster up a few more than fake smiles? Even the live footage at the restaurant - pap walk - the kiss is him a foot away from her and hands at his side. You’re a newly wed and you knew photos were happening and this is the best you give?

VF red carpet - he was polite and reserved with her at best, aloof and disengaged at most. even the parking lot photos after with his publicist, he's standing there looking at his phone while shes standing a foot away.

Remember the photo with Celine and Dakota where he's got arms around them both? possibly huddling to keep warm because it was a cold night of filming? compare that to parking lot with AB, especially since that was back in march and LA gets cooler at night.

4) A LOT of angry anons go in about age gaps and how men go for younger women because they think with their other head and blah blah. Sure, can be true. But pay attention to CE's body language around AB. Does he look like he's very super attracted to her and wants to XXX with her or does he keep his hands so to himself and even when he's posing with her? His movements are tepid, reserved, stiff. i do believe he is a gentleman and avoids being handsy around women unless they're both comfortable and I think you can see it in the recent materialists footage with his female costar and director.

maybe, he wants to be a gentleman with his own wife as well. sure. but I don't think when you're truly in love or attracted, you can really help yourself but show it. the same goes for when you're not attracted and not in love.

I mean, we saw Justin and Joana at Chris's house with Chris's friends. So if this isn't PR, then they are at least okay with them. And it's not even about one friend. Alba herself posted questionable things and friends with at least 2 people (Kiko and Justin) who are problematic too. While I get that you don't have to be besties with your spouse's friends or family members, Alba has been friends with Kiko and Justin, so she is okay with their views. I, personally, wouldn't want to be friends with someone who bodyshames people and wants to be quotes Hitler. And if Alba is okay with that behavior, it means she either agrees with them or she doesn't care that much. The same goes with Chris, if he actually married her.

Trying to get into your partner's interest is not a must, but a decent thing to do for someone you love. Obviously, if it's something that makes you feel bad, for whatever reason, then nobody should force you to do so. But while getting into things she likes (Lana, fashion week) is not a must, having similar views is important. You don't have to get married to someone who is exactly like you, but I personally wouldn't want to be married to someone who is okay with racism and anti-Semitism. The whole "he must be like them" has nothing to do with his wardrobe but with him being okay with their views. If he is actually married to her, which I don't think.

Yeah, his body language says it all. As you said, he looked really friendly and comfortable with Celine and Dakota, and I haven't seen him that way with Alba. Not even once. With Alba, they always look like they are forced to be there, and they look so unnatural and fabricated.

That kiss in front of the huge door so the paps could take photos and videos of them was so cringe-worthy. Private couple, my ass. And the wipe of his mouth...jeez.

I also don't see any attraction. You can see when he has chemistry with someone, and he usually does have it with most people, but not with his own wife, I guess. He is more affectionate with friends and family members than with the love of his life. Yeah, they don't have to have a make-out session, but even if you just look at them, you can see the lack of intimacy.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba pr #portugal trio #cevans-love

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Honkai Impact 3rd Chapter 42 finale spoilers

I can't believe we have Siegwelt material after who knows how many years...

There's a lot we can discern from just these dialogue:

The first person to come to Kiana's mind for someone to accompany Siegfried is Welt

These two escape work together so often, you can find one's location using the other

Eins and Tesla have even set up boundaries just to stop them

Bronya even says "the same excuse as always" meaning he has used the excuse of "Siegfried is looking for me" very often

They escape work together to drink so hard, Sieg ends up beet red and looking like he's had a little too much fun

Welt also clearly enjoys this, as he wants to have a few more drinks with him first before they leave.

Bonus: They're both irresponsible dads (affectionate). Sieg still messes with his daughters and has his old habits, while Welt has procrastinated doing his work with Bronya for over a month. (Oh my god they're losers...come on man its been years)

Conclusion: They're finally having fun and being young together!!! I'm so happy for them :'>

#cheers to DILF yaoi in honkai impact 3rd #I am genuinely SO happy for them #I hope this reaches like the 5 other ppl on this platform that like this ship #I was also legit Shocked to see this in the latest chapter. like I did NOT expect this man.#evelynpr honkai #siegwelt #honkai #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd #hi3rd #siegfried kaslana #welt yang #welt #siegfried

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Do you think the Smoke and Shadow comic foreshadows Zuko and Mai as future rulers of the Fire Nation? It showcases their strategy skills along with improving their communication as they strive to find a solution to save the children of the fire nation capital. Even though they are broken up, they work well together and shows their compatibility as rulers. Thoughts?

omg my first anon, hello and thank you for asking me this question !!

I talk a little bit about this in my video essay, actually. while I hate the comics and I think it’s stupid that they broke up, it does give them a chance to grow as people and into their positions in the world. the writer confirmed that they got back together 3 years later, meaning they’re young adults when they reunite, and they would have grown from their teenage selves.

in The Promise (2012) we already see their communication improving (well, Mai’s anyway) when she says that Zuko can come to her with any issues he has and he should be able to talk to her about his feelings because she’s his girlfriend. this already shows that he has someone he can rely on who is willing to listen to him, someone he’s known for a long time.

in Smoke and Shadow (2015), we see this communication improving. one thing that gene luen yang got right is that Zuko would absolutely be pinning over Mai, given how much that loser (affectionate) was obsessed with her.

although she is with Kei Lo at the time, Zuko expresses how much he misses her and that he wants her back, as well as acknowledging how happy she looks. he does this instead of repressing his feelings, and Mai talks about her point of view of the situation, being open and honest (despite it not being what Zuko wants to hear).

it is not only their communication improving that shows the potential they have at running a nation together, but also who they’re going after in Smoke and Shadow (2015). one criticism that people give Mai is that she doesn’t care about people, and in turn, the Fire Nation citizens. however, in this comic we see her and Zuko working together to take down a terrorist organisation. while part of it is to protect Zuko, she calls her own dad (who is leading The New Ozai Society) “insane” for his political beliefs.

not only that, but she sends him to prison in the end and says that he deserves to go.

this is after she helped free her little brother, Zuko’s little sister and gaggle of other Fire Nation toddlers (with Zuko) !!

so, yeah. while I hate the comics, I think they do show some potential of Zuko and Mai working well together as rulers of a nation (even though “Fire Lady” doesn’t seem like an active role in politics, but we can pretend or hope that changes with Mai).

#noreen’s asks #anon #txt post #atla #avatar the last airbender #a:tla #avatar: the last airbender #maiko #Mai #Zuko #mai&zuko #Mai & Zuko #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #smoke and shadow #the promise #atla comics #atla meta

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misstycloud · 11 months

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Yandere Riddle, Clark, Sano Yamada, Omega with a reader who loves them more than life itself always being affectionate and smothering them with love and getting all gooey when she's around them, always complimenting them when anyone asks about them and saying that one day will marry them.

Riddle

He would be so happy all the time. If a meteorite crashed on earth on burned down an entire city, it’s no problem for riddle. He’s just happy his wife loves him so much! Riddle would defiantly show his love back whenever he could, which is like always. He’d take out the trash, cook(even when it doesn’t turn out so well) and do the laundry. Readers affection is like a drug to him. Setting him off on a hundred things and keeping his mood up constantly. Almost nothing could make him mad. All his thought are filled with reader and he’d giggle at the though of her adoration. Pride would also come forward within him. Riddle would look at others in the grocery store and think ‘ha! What losers, they wish they could have someone as wonderful and beautiful as my wife. But that’s it, she’s mine! And I’m her husband!’ Reader would have to be careful so the compliments don’t go to his head. Riddle is the kind of person that would think he’s immortal if his wife told him he was. ‘Haha, I’m indestructible!’

Sano

Sano would be over the moon if reader loved him that much. Being someone who’s not considered ‘the same level’ as reader made thing harder for him. If he could be popular, he would. But no one seemed to like him no matter what he did. He was always polite, and helped people when he could, so why did no one like him? This did nothing to his confidence. Having more of a loner personality would make him shy to his darlings affections. Eventually though, as time goes by, Sano would come out of his shell and openly accept his love’s touches more. At first, giving him compliments woudnt seem like a bright idea since he’d refuse them and say they’re not true. But if you continue to build his confidence he’ll gladly accept flattery. If reader started saying she’ll marry him and such, he’d be very susceptible to those ideas. After graduation of course! Despite how much he loves you and being a yandere, Sano is actually agaisnt getting married early. He has seen many shows and heard stories of people getting married young and ended badly. He didn’t want that to happen to his relationship. So he’d be content in just simply being together for a couple years until you’re both mature and ready to take the next step.

Clark

This teddy bear wouldn’t be able to handle all the affection. You really want to be his mate? Really!? He knew having a human mate would most likely make things a little more difficult, so he never imagined it going this smoothly. It was such a relief that you weren’t scared of him like others were, instead you accepted and loved him for him. Gosh he was so happy he could die! Now you two could start a life together and live in the domestic bliss he always longed for. Hybrids don’t have marriage in the same sense as humans do. Yes, there is ‘mating’ itself, and it is basically marrige to them. But it’s more of a ‘I found you and really love you so let’s keep on living together forever!’.

So there’s no actual ritual you go through. However, since hybrids are now allowed to be with their human counterparts legally and in the open, they have begun taking part in the so-called ‘human-traditions’ for the sake of their mates. All in the order to make them happy. While a paper and a piece of metal around their finger might not be significant to the hybrids, they’d gladly go through with it for their mate. And that stays the same with Clark, he would do anything for you! That’s why when you started rambling about wishing to get married, the giant was about to instantly rush down to the courthouse and get your licence, carrying you in his arms.

Omega

Haha… it had worked. It had WORKED!! Now you were finally his, and only his. He wouldn’t share your other any other lowlife omega that didn’t possess even a quarter of his looks. And all that wealth you had, that was his as well. Not that he wanted to be with you soley because of your money, no, he did love you. The money was just a bonus. And if you happened to go bankrupt, he’d stay with you anyways. He would even sell his stuff to help you out. But, there’s no harm in treating yourself, right? The omega didn’t grow up with the best conditions so it was nice to get to actually have some things now.

And he’d absolutely float in the affection you give. The omega would play shy and pretend he didn’t enjoy your blatant flirting. (Secret; he does)

Of corse he’ll marry you! Why wouldn’t he? It would be a fabulous wedding there no doubt about it. All his former coworkers would be invited to gawk at all the beautiful things they’d never acquire. Oh yes, your former fiancée could come if they want. That would make the whole thing all the more satisfying. They can cry and beg as much as they desire, but you were his and he belonged to you. Heartbreak is sad, isn’t it?

#oc #male yandere #obsessed #yandere oc #possesive #toxic #misstycloud oc #Sano Yamada #bear hybrid clark #Riddle Levin #Yandere omega #missycloud answers

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your most recent gifset sent me into a seth&marissa tailspin lolol. them (+kirsten) are the characters i believe were shafted the most in terms of character development (marissa moreso obviously). mischa and adam had such a natural chemistry that made seth and marissa work so well onscreen and i genuinely believe the show would’ve lasted a least a little longer had they known how to mine this dynamic. they had the same interests and they loved the same people! they even dated the same girl! there was just so much friendship potential there that got squandered away all bc js&so were too busy putting marissa through the ringer + making seth an asshole w no emotional depth.

I love Marissa/Seth with my whole heart so that makes me happy! My indie loser besties! You're right. They have the same background. They're neighbors. Their parents have a weird history/chemistry. They have the same musical tastes. They have the same favorite book. They're obsessed with the same people. They've dated the same person. They're both depressed. How the show didn't do much of anything with this beyond 102 is insane. What I love so much about 203 is how Seth's able to just exist with Marissa in silence on that bench. He's always so verbose and ridiculous (I say 75% affectionately) but at the end of 203 he and Marissa can just... exist. The two loneliest people in Newport!!!! I love that Mischa/Adam don't have romantic chemistry. I love that it's awkward. I love that you can tell Mischa loved Adam in early show press before things got weird and complicated in their group. It's the cutest thing in the world. We deserved more! *insert Mark Ruffalo we love america gif here*

I will forever mourn us not really getting emotional/melancholic Seth with just a side of clever quips. There was so much to mine with him as a character. They set it up in those first few episodes and then just... well, anyway. Shoutout to AB in 127/201/224 though.

I was just having a similar conversation with a friend the other day about how Adam/Kelly are duped by like s2 and strung along by the shit writing for the rest. And how they're such mirrors for the other in ways. Their show-best work is done in 224. It's also the end of their work having any (to me) emotional resonance. And that's a goddamn shame. Both actors also don't tow the show-line about the final year being a party and say things were lowkey Bad by s2. Adam straight up saying his effort/attitude would've been up to par if his scripts were as good as s1 is just....... crazy, lol. But I'm obsessed with his honesty. We need more of it from everyone else.

Kelly deserved SO much more, my goodness. Of all the adults. She absolutely kills her late s2 storyline only for the later Charlotte storyline to mostly benefit Melinda. Ridiculous. They get rid of Jimmy/Hailey/Caleb in the same season and Kelly no longer has anything meaningful to do. I just...... yikes. God forbid Marissa ever have an adult (or anyone) step in and give a shit about her suffering. Especially the one adult on the show that also has addiction problems. But no. Another massive shame since the first half of s1 sets Marissa/Kirsten up as generational parallels. In this essay I will

#ask #anonymous #i do enjoy the carter storyline mostly bc they had great chemistry and i wanted them to cheat lol #but it's not exactly ~good~

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clownholemcfannywhistle · 5 months

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Could This Be Love (Yandere!Shane x F!Reader - Stardew Valley Smut; MDNI

Minors, I can't stop you from reading, but do NOT interact with this post!

Content/trigger warnings: Alcoholism, suicidal ideation, obsessive behavior, jealousy, gross stalkery behavior, voyeurism, creepy camera stuff, masturbating (m), oral sex (m receiving), P in V sex, a lot of dub con stuff, some emotional manipulation, there is an... um... non-sexualized piss scene(?), reader is a young adult but referred to as "kid" affectionately (not sexually), slight love triangle situation with Sebastian, unprotected ushy gushy, lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 9392. She's a long one, fellas.

Also just a quick reminder that reading or writing or thinking about fucked up shit does not mean you endorse any of it. There's a very big difference between thinking about something from the safety of your own home and something terrible and uncontrollable actually happening. That said, if you start feeling uncomfortable reading this, there's no shame in stopping! And no shame in continuing, as long as you ARE comfortable. Enjoy, sluts. :)

From the moment Shane laid eyes on you, the two of you shared a rocky, complicated, fucked up relationship. It started on the First of Spring, your first full day in Pelican Town. You'd spent the morning and better part of the afternoon working on your new farm, showered, put on a tight-fitting tank top and shorts over leggings, and headed into the saloon.

Shane had been brooding in his usual corner with his drink when you walked in. Heads turned towards you immediately like some kind of shitty pick-me-girl movie. Of course Shane had been informed of the new farmer who would become his next door neighbor to the north of his Aunt Marnie's ranch where he stayed. It was all anyone was talking about. But no one had mentioned the fact that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Shane couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Something about the confident smirk on your face rubbed Shane the wrong way. What the hell were you so happy about, anyway? It was your first day in town, and you had waltzed into the bar like you owned the place. Shane discreetly watched as you went around the room introducing yourself to everyone, just marching up to strangers with the confidence of the attractive. It was annoying, was what it was.

He didn't like the look of your apparent optimism, however sexy you may have been. He didn't like your cocky smirk, like you knew something he didn't. Most of all, he was bitter because he was certain that a pretty young thing like you would want nothing to do with a drunken loser like him. He'd been kicked in the balls by life enough to smell a rejection before it happened anymore. Yep, definitely no chance in hell you'd be interested in him. If anything, you'd just be a pretty memory to stroke his cock to on lonely nights...

As you made your way over to him, Shane groaned into his drink. Before you could get a word in, he cut you off.

"So're you that new farmer everyone and their mother won't shut the hell up about?" he grumbled, forcing his eyes off of you to give off a blase vibe.

You blinked, a bit stunned by his rudeness, but you put on a pretty smile and soldiered on.

"Yep. That's me."

You gave him your name and he gave you barely a grunt in return.

"...What's your name, you ray of sunshine?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

He glared at you and drank from his mug, purposely taking his time about it before he finally answered you.

"Shane." And then he looked away and belched unapologetically.

You chuckled. "Try not to sound so excited."

Shane's glare darkened a bit, and he couldn't resist trying to knock you down a peg.

"Listen, kid. Nobody here gives a shit about you. This town has been dying for years, so the only reason anybody pretends to give a damn is because getting a new farmer in town is a hail Mary to try and save it." He looked at you sideways for a moment before adding, "...Do you know what a hail Mary is?"

Your nostrils flared a bit and for a moment, you gave him just the cutest little pout that had his cock twitching up, so he had to look away lest his body betray him further.

In an obnoxious voice, you retorted, "A hail Mary? What's that? I'm a woman! How many home runs does it take for the goalie to get to the 69-yard line?"

Shane bit his lip and blushed, embarrassed. He hid his shame behind a growl.

"Just fuck off, would you?"

You scoffed. "Gladly."

And you got up and left the saloon. As you walked off, Shane couldn't stop himself from admiring the sway of your hips in those tight shorts and leggings, a small, bitter smirk playing on his face.

The next time Shane saw you, he was hungover and trudging his way to his shitty retail job at Joja Mart. You had your back turned to him, facing the "help wanted" requests board. While sneaking another peek at your ass, he tried to clumsily slip by undetected so he could avoid talking to you. Unfortunately, he was too hungover to be doing any sneaking, and you heard him and turned around, putting your hands on your hips.

Damn. That's what he got for trying to have his cake and eat it, too.

You nodded at him. "You got any odd jobs for me, by chance, Shane?"

He gulped as he heard his name on your lips, but he quickly recovered.

"...As a matter of fact, I do. There's a rare bird around these parts, called a snipe. You bring me one, and I'll pay a pretty penny." He had to keep from laughing to himself.

"Oh, really?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Shane nodded convincingly, secretly enjoying the time he got to look at you. "Oh, yeah. Real colorful. Can't miss it."

"Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen one before, but I actually do have a different type of bird for you!" you said, deceptively chipper.

Shane couldn't hide his confusion. "You do?"

"Yeah!" you smiled. "Right here!"

And you flipped him your middle finger with a shit-eating grin on your face.

Damn it. He walked right into that one.

Shane found himself cracking a small grin despite himself. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Alright, I'll give you that one," he allowed.

You snickered at him. "Come on, man, a snipe hunt? That's the oldest trick in the book, you geriatric."

Shane tried to scowl, but found that his amusement was evident on his face. "You got a sharp tongue on you, that's for sure."

He didn't mind imagining what else that tongue of yours could do, and he shivered at the thought.

You chuckled and shrugged. "It's gotten me both into and out of bad situations."

Shane shook his head and rubbed at his neck, squinting in the bright sun. "I gotta get to my shift. Later, brat."

You grinned and waved cutely at him. "Toodles."

And for the next few weeks, that was largely how your relationship with Shane went. Sometimes he'd be cold and prickly, but sometimes you could get a laugh out of him. He always admired the way you'd stick up for yourself when he acted like an asshole. He was actually astonished that you were so patient with him, despite not taking shit from anyone. Against his will, he found himself warming up to you quickly.

On the Twentieth of Spring, you were walking through the town square and happened to check the calendar. You saw that it was Shane's birthday that day, so you made sure to visit him at the saloon that evening.

That night, Shane took immediate notice when you walked in the bar, just like every time. He watched quietly in his usual corner as you ordered two beers. When you made a beeline for him and held one mug out to him, he was a bit taken aback. He had known better than to get his hopes up that you might do something nice for his birthday, but this was a pleasant surprise. It had to be too good to be true, right?

Shane looked up at you briefly and shook his head. "I don't wanna owe you anything."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the beer into his hand. "Shut up. It's your birthday. It's a free beer. Get over yourself and take it."

He was a little embarrassed to find himself blushing just a bit. "Thanks," he muttered.

You sat down next to him and gave him a small smile. "So, how's the birthday boy?"

"Not amazing," he sighed. "...But better now that you're here."

He smiled a bit, genuinely grateful for your company. Then he sighed and looked wistfully into the distance.

"Buh, life," he began. "I'm another year older, and not an inch closer to being happy. ...You ever feel like you're stuck in a hole, and no matter what you do, you just can't climb out of it? That's how I feel."

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Maybe he was just drunk, but it was a little unlike him to be this genuine around you.

"...Cheers, I'll drink to that, bro," was all you could come up with, and you immediately drained your tall glass.

He snorted.

"As will I," he sighed. "I mean, what the fuck else is there to do about it?"

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, you smirked and leaned in close to him, whispering, "Maybe instead of sending people on snipe hunts, you should go hunting for some snatch. Assuming you swing that way."

Shane had been trying to swallow a swig of his beer, but as you said that, he choked a bit. You laughed and thumped him on the back as he coughed. He gave you a cautious glare, but his flushed cheeks gave him away. He silently hoped you'd assume the blush was from drinking so much.

"Relax, Shaney. I'm just fucking with you," you chuckled.

Of fucking course you were, he thought. He should've known better than to mistake that for flirting, even for a split second. He grunted bitterly into his mug and downed the rest of his beer. The gorgeous new gal flirting with him? Entirely too good to be true.

"Little shit," he grumbled at you with a small smile.

You flashed him a winning grin and his cheeks heated up a little more. He had to look away as he felt a tingle in his pants.

He cleared his throat softly, then said, "Welp, my liver's begging me to stop. I better head home."

Shane slowly stood up from his barstool, trying to act normally, but he was clearly a bit wobbly on his feet. You frowned a bit with genuine concern.

After a deep breath, you stood up as well and put an arm around his shoulders. He looked at you in confusion as his head spun. Were you leaning in for...?

"I'm walking you home," you insisted.

Shane tried to roll his eyes, but it made him so dizzy he stumbled.

"You don't have to do that... seriously, get lost..." he protested.

But you weren't hearing any of it, and deep down, he was grateful. At least this way, he'd get some extra time to look at you up close. You gently guided him towards the exit. As you led him back towards Marnie's ranch, he bit his lip, and faked a stumble. You looked over at him with worry.

"You alright there?"

"I'm fine, jus' need to..." he mumbled as he dared to slip his arm around your waist.

Hopefully you didn't suspect a thing. If you did, you didn't say anything. As he leaned slightly into you, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of your scent. Damn it, but he was a glutton for punishment.

When you arrived with him at the ranch, Shane fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door. Before he could head inside, you smiled at him.

"G'night, jackass," you said with a warm smile.

He couldn't help but return it.

"G'night, little shit."

The following day, Shane found that he didn't remember much of his birthday, but he did remember that you were there, and the way you made him feel. His heart fluttered just at the memory of the feeling. He was still positive that you were too good for him, but... he'd be a fool not to explore some more of this feeling.

He cursed quietly and looked down at the tent in his shorts. He'd woken up with the most intense morning wood he'd had in years. It was a strange combination of headache, hangover, and horny. Horny. Yoba, he hadn't felt this horny since he was a teenager.

His cock was aching with need, begging for attention. He sighed quietly as his eyes flicked to the door, making sure it was locked. Then he slowly allowed his hand to slip into his shorts and squeeze gently at his pulsing shaft. His thoughts could only focus on you, and the intense lust he was feeling. He thought about you, your smug, cheerful face, those cute little outfits you'd wear. He mentally undressed you, getting even harder imagining what you might look like naked.

Fuck, when was the last time he jerked off to his pure imagination? He sighed quietly, sliding his shorts and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. He spat into his hand and started rubbing himself gently.

For a brief moment, Shane wondered if this was wrong. Getting off to the new girl just because she seemed to care about him and act interested in him? Or, more accurately, just because she showed him some basic human decency? Pathetic... He blinked rapidly a few times, dismissing the thought. His heart was thumping in his chest as he picked up the pace of his stroking.

He felt... different than usual. In a good way, surprisingly. How to describe this feeling, though...? Curious? Excited? Alive, was what he settled on.

He panted softly, trying to keep quiet as his arousal intensified. His movements were urgent now, as he was approaching his climax already. Fantasies of you kept racing through his head, each one dirtier than the last. You sitting on his lap at the bar, you lifting your skirt a little just to flash him, you not wearing any underwear because you were ready for him and wanted him, him dragging you into the back room of the saloon, him forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock into your pretty mouth, your plump lips wrapped so deliciously around him, you looking up at him obediently, ready to serve...

Shane frantically reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue, not caring that he accidentally knocked over a few empty beer cans in the process. He bit down hard on his lower lip, whimpered in ecstasy and despair, and shot his load into the tissue.

Slowly continuing to stroke himself as he caught his breath, Shane's climax died down rather quickly. His glowing feeling was replaced with his usual bitterness. There wasn't a chance in hell that any of his fantasies about you would come true.

But still, he was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, rubbing one out to the thought of you. He truthfully couldn't remember the last time it felt like he had anything to look forward to, or fantasize about. As he disposed of the tissue, he figured that he might as well chase this feeling. It couldn't be wrong if it felt so right. It couldn't hurt to indulge in more of you, right? You wouldn't even have to know about it.

...Unfortunately, he apparently wasn't as subtle as he thought he was, because as you were walking through the town square later that day, you noticed he was filming with the bulky video camera he had gotten to film his admission for the Joja commercial contest.

"Oh, sorry, am I in the frame?" you asked after offering an awkward wave, wondering what he was doing.

Shane cursed his luck, but he smoothly fed you the lie he had rehearsed.

"Oh, hey. Don't worry about it. I'm getting into amateur filmmaking as a hobby. I'm making a mockumentary of Pelican Town, so I was just shooting some candid scenes. Don't mind me, just pretend I'm not here."

You smiled at him and responded, "Nice. I'm glad you found something to do other than drinking away your money."

Shane scowled briefly, but he supposed there was some truth to your words. Since he had become more fascinated with you and started capturing videos, he hadn't felt the urge to drink all day. Funny just how good for his health you were.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Alright, I've got shit to do, so I'll just pretend you're not here, like you said," you said with a small smile.

"Okay. I'll... see you later, I guess?" he suggested hopefully.

You snorted. "Obviously. We're neighbors."

"Right... of course. Duh."

And with that, you went about your day, doing your farm chores and running errands in town. Thankfully, you had bought his excuse, but Shane was extra careful about his new pastime from then on. He ended up spending the whole rest of the day following and filming you. He was so glad it was the weekend so he didn't have to work.

Shane cursed under his breath as he followed you at a distance up the mountain and to the mine. There was no way he could follow you inside without getting caught. Waiting impatiently for your return, he pretended to take some nature footage of the lake nearby.

By the time you finally reemerged from the portal of the mine, it was ungodly late. Even in the dark, Shane could tell you had gotten into a few scrapes with monsters in the mine. He huffed quietly and discreetly trailed you on your way home. He hid behind a tree as you entered your cottage.

As you turned the lights on, Shane's eyes widened. You just left your curtains open at night? He chuckled softly to himself. How innocent and naive you were.

Before he could register what was happening, you were suddenly stripping your muddy, sooty clothes off, and right in front of the uncovered window, too. His breath caught in his throat. He held the camcorder with shaky hands and zoomed in on your naked body. He could feel the blood in his body quickly rushing to his crotch at the scene before him.

But sadly, you walked away from the window, into what Shane assumed was your bathroom to take a shower. And just like that, the moment was over.

He turned the camera off and caught his breath.

"Fuck me," he cursed almost silently, running a hand through his hair and quickly sneaking back home.

When he got back to the privacy of his bedroom back at the ranch, he eagerly reviewed all of the footage he had collected of you throughout the entire day. He was watching all of it, too, slowly working up to the nude footage that he was blessed with at the very end of the day.

Holy shit, his perverted cock sprung to life just looking at footage of you doing mundane chores and errands. He chuckled breathlessly at his lucky shot of you dropping a package of cookies through the window at Pierre's. You'd bent over with your ass on display right in front of the window. Surely you knew people could be watching, right?

"Clumsy idiot," Shane murmured to himself with an adoring smile as he watched the footage and tugged at his cock underneath his pants.

He chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip with his attention split between the videos he took of you and the pleasantly selfish way he played with himself. He smirked slightly at how disgusting he was being, getting off to video footage of you that you didn't have a clue he had. Disgusting in a good way, though. As always, the shame would come later on.

Starting to break a sweat already, he groaned very softly. Shit, he might not even last long enough to get to the nude portion of his filmed peep show, after all. He could feel himself getting close already. His tongue stuck slightly out of his lips as he focused intently on his film of you fishing.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He set the camera down on his bed quickly and came with a grunt he attempted to keep himself muffled. He managed to catch his cum shot in his hand, and then wipe it on a tissue after a moment.

Shane waited for the inevitable guilt to follow, but to his surprise, he found that it was far more muted than he'd expected it to be. Sure, it was still there, but more than anything, he felt grateful that he now had something - you - in his life that consistently and effectively made him feel really good really quickly. He smiled a bit, chasing off his feelings of self-hatred by replacing them with images of you in his mind.

Unfortunately, when Shane woke up the next day, it was Monday. Meaning that he had to go into work, instead of engage in his new "hobby" of watching and filming you throughout the day, at least not until he got off work in the evening. He gritted his teeth and got dressed for work, hoping he'd at least get to pass by you on his way to work. He didn't, though, curse his luck. You must have been busy with chores on the farm.

The only thing that got him through the monotonous torture of his long shift at Joja Mart was the thought of hopefully getting to see you at the saloon. He had to cling to that little bit of excitement to stop himself from bashing his boss's face in when he was reprimanded for moving too slowly and "spacing out."

At last, he was able to clock out and change back into his street clothes. As he started making his way over to the saloon, he sniffed the air and smelled someone smoking weed. He rolled his eyes. Probably downwind of that weirdo, Sebastian, he thought to himself.

He was just about to move on when he heard your voice. That got his attention, and he followed it, only to see you lounging underneath a tree, sharing a joint with Sebastian.

Oh HELL no.

Shane's eyes narrowed as he marched right up to you and Seb. You were too entranced by your laughter to notice him standing over you until he cleared his throat. Then you looked up at him and smiled, exhaling a bit of smoke still.

"Oh, heyyy, Shaney!" You greeted him, your voice slightly raspy from smoking the joint.

No time for him to acknowledge the cutesy nickname you gave him; his blood was boiling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"Fuckin'... white water rafting?" you giggled, being cute and sarcastic with him, even though he clearly wasn't in the mood for it.

Which made it all the more funny to you.

You followed up as he frowned more, "What does it look like I'm doing, old man?"

Shane's nostrils flared as he snatched the joint from between your fingers. Now you were both frowning.

"Hey, what was that for?" you pouted as you stood up. "I'm an adult, and I can make my own choices!"

"You sure as hell don't act like it," he growled.

Sebastian stood up, too, glowering at Shane, but unsure of how to intervene, or if he even should.

You folded your arms and protested at Shane, "I've had drinks with you, but you have a problem with me sharing a joint with Sebastian?"

Shane scowled and put his arm around your shoulders to whisper to you. "Listen, kid. You remind me of myself when I was your age. I just don't wanna see you making bad mistakes with bad people."

He shot a glare at Sebastian, who was nowhere near out of earshot, by the way. Sebastian just scoffed and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking angsty as he kicked at the dirt.

You sighed. "Look, Shane, I appreciate you looking out for me, and all, but you don't have to be so protective over me."

Shane's face softened for a moment and he nodded slowly. Then he removed his arm from your shoulders, realizing with a slight blush that he'd been making physical contact with you for a little too long. Of course, he still knew he was ultimately barreling towards a rejection, but this definitely wasn't the time or place. Shane backed off, feeling like a bit of an asshole.

Glancing at Sebastian and raising his guard back up a bit, Shane scoffed, "Whatever. Just be careful."

And he turned around and headed to the saloon to hopefully quickly forget what had just happened and replace the bitter taste of jealousy lingering in his mouth with a different bitter taste. He hoped that his warning to you had sunk in.

But sadly, as seemed to be his usual luck these days, he found out during the Flower Dance festival just two days later that apparently, his message didn't get across to you.

Shane was honestly kind of hoping you wouldn't show up to the event. Unlike most mornings, today he had spent some time nervously fussing with his hair and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from his blue suit. He wasn't ready to bite the bullet and ask you to dance, that was for damn sure. Obviously, he didn't want you dancing with anyone else, either, but if you did... he wanted to know about it.

So he enjoyed the free refreshments and anxiously watched for you to make your appearance. You had shown up a bit late, but when you met his eyes across the field, you offered a slight smile and a nod to show that there were no hard feelings from before. He managed a small smile back.

As you made your rounds greeting everyone, Shane tried to remain inconspicuous as he kept a close eye on you. His grip on his drink tightened when he saw Sebastian approach you. He could just barely hear the words exchanged between you two from where he was standing.

Sebastian just asked you to dance. That slimy fucker.

You said yes. Shane's fists clenched. You bitch!

The dance was just about to start, and Shane was double fisting beers at this point. Emily approached him and asked if he'd like to dance with her as friends, but Shane gave her a stormy glare.

"Fuck off, and go dance with your own aura or whatever," he snarled at her.

Emily looked substantially more disappointed than angry as she left him alone.

Even after the dance, Shane kept his intense gaze on you from a distance. He couldn't believe that you had the gall to not only dance with Sebastian, but to talk with him for hours after the dance. And after he had specifically told you to stay away from him, too!

And still, after you went back to your farm and darkness fell, his anger wasn't subsiding. Only now he was drunk off his ass, as well, with his inhibitions lowered. Still with a can of beer in his hand, Shane found himself wandering onto your property, grumbling to himself.

Without realizing when he'd even made the decision, he was fishing his cock out of his pants, drunkenly pissing over your crops.

"Stupid... bitch..." he muttered.

"Nice stream. Eight out of ten."

It was your voice behind him. When the hell did you get out here?

"Fuck...!" he stumbled as you startled him, spraying a wider surface area of your livelihood.

Shane quickly finished up and fumbled his cock back into his pants. He slowly turned around, trying not to tip over, and was met with you with a scowl on your face.

"Explain yourself," you coolly demanded.

"Shut... fuck off..." he growled as he dropped his empty beer can on the ground.

You frowned deeper. "Pick that up."

"Pick this up," he grunted, grabbing his crotch.

"Alright, that's it, mister..."

You grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him towards your house. He allowed it to happen and tried not to trip over his own feet. Once inside your farmhouse, he looked at you with a dazed confusion. You pulled him into your living room and sat him down on the couch, leaving the room for a moment and returning quickly with a tall glass of water.

"Drink," you commanded, shoving the glass into his hand.

He took a small sip, then made a face. "...This isn't vodka..."

"It sure isn't!" you chirped with an obnoxious smile. "You drink that whole thing, then we'll talk."

Shane scoffed quietly, looking at you over the tall glass of water. He was able to down the whole thing within a few minutes. When he was done, you took the glass from him and set it on your coffee table. You shifted next to him on the couch to face him more directly, trying to keep calm.

"Talk."

Shane let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes, then said, "I ju-just... felt like you were ignoring m..." he paused to burp. "...my advice. 'Bout Sebastian. Was only trying to keep you safe..."

You slowly raised an eyebrow at his lame excuse, thinking for a moment, before you said, "Shane, you want to know why I danced with Sebastian and not... anyone else?"

He met your eyes with a guilty stare. Fuck, nothing was getting past you, was it? He hated himself, but damn it, he had to know. He nodded slowly.

"Because Sebastian actually grew a pair and asked me. Asked me before I had the chance to ask you."

Shane grunted softly at the implication that Sebastian was tougher than him. And then the second part of what you said hit him, and his eyes went wide.

"...You were going to ask me?" he questioned, to which you nodded.

Then he had a suspicious scowl on his face. "Are... are you fucking with me? 'Cause it's not funny..."

You frowned, looking a little bit sad. "Is it really that hard for you to believe?"

Shane almost laughed a little. "Did you forget I just took a leak in your fields?"

You snorted a bit. "How could I forget? Your fly's still down, jackass."

He blushed and clumsily zipped his pants up. "...I'm sorry..."

You sighed and put an arm around his shoulder. "Listen, dude... whatever it is you're going through, it's gotta be more than just you being jealous. I mean, I'm pretty sure you were a drunkard before I rolled into town. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and you can talk to me, okay? You're my friend, you know."

Shane smiled a little, genuinely touched. "You actually wanna be friends with an asshole like me?"

You chuckled softly. "Don't give me a chance to second guess that decision."

"Well... thanks, then."

An awkward silence fell over the two of you for a moment.

Shane cleared his throat softly. "I should... probably get back home... I'll repay you for the, uh, damages, promise..."

As he stood up from your couch slowly, you rose with him and steadied him on his feet. "I'll take you back."

He thanked you quietly as you helped him out the door and back to the ranch. Before opening the front door of his aunt's ranch, he hesitated. He caught your eyes, and you both lingered there for a moment. He leaned in...

But you'd turned your head to the side, so his lips met your cheek. Shane pulled back slowly, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes.

But you gave him a gentle smirk. "Call me when you're sober."

"Hah..." he breathed softly, unable to help the small upward curl of his lips.

"Goodnight, Shane," you said as you gave him a small hug, and then made your way back to your house.

Predictably, Shane ended up not remembering much of that night the day after, but his feelings for you did stick in his head. In fact, if anything, they intensified. Over the next few days, things between you and Shane were better than ever. He was a lot less guarded, and much kinder.

That is, until one fateful rainy evening. Shane was on his way home from work, and he saw it from far away, but it was unmistakable. You, in the middle of the town square, with your lips locked with Sebastian. After freezing up for a moment, Shane couldn't watch anymore, and he hurried off.

Maybe thirty minutes later, you were on your way back to the farm when you saw a figure laying belly down in the mud, dangerously close to the southern cliffs. Upon closer inspection, you recognized the familiar blue hoodie, and saw that he was surrounded by empty beer cans. You sprinted over to him and knelt beside him.

"Shane!" you yelled out.

"Buh... you..." he managed to croak, without opening his eyes.

Despite his grumbling, you rolled him onto his side.

"My life is so fucked up... I don't have anything good in my life, a-anything worth sticking around for... I'm just a piece of soiled garbage, fluttering through the wind... too small and s-stupid to take any control over my life," he slurred. "Been coming here often... Looking down... it'd be a way to take control. ...But I'm too fucking scared..."

You put a hand on his shoulder solemnly as he sobbed a bit.

"J-just... give me one reason I shouldn't... shouldn't just roll right off this cliff..." he groaned.

"Well... the decision is within your control, but I'm here for you... And you'd be missed. Marnie and Jas would miss you. Hell, I would miss you..."

After a moment of silence, Shane responded, "...Thanks. I appreciate that. ...I think you should take me to the hospital now, farmer..."

You picked him up and hauled ass over to the clinic to have Doctor Harvey treat him. You insisted on staying with him until he woke up. When he came to, he was in a hospital bed, and he saw you uncomfortably sleeping in a chair beside him. He groaned softly, realizing more or less what had happened. He sat up slowly and gave your hand a squeeze. You jolted awake and looked over at him.

"You didn't have to stay..." he said.

You finally let out a breath and your shoulders relaxed. "Fuck, I'm just glad you're still here..."

"Shit... it was that serious, huh?"

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get help," he reassured you.

Harvey knocked on the door and came in. He gently asked you to step out for a moment so he could talk to Shane confidentially. You left the room and fidgeted until you were invited back inside and caught up to speed.

Scratching at the back of his head in embarrassment, Shane filled you in. "Doc recommended I stay in inpatient for a week or so, make sure I'm safe."

You looked concerned, looking at Shane, and then at Harvey. "That sounds... really restrictive... I'm honestly worried he'd be worse off with that kind of loss of autonomy... Could he maybe stay with me for a week instead?" you suggested.

Shane's eyes widened. Yoba, he hoped that would be an option.

Harvey considered it for a moment, then said, "Well... it's not my recommendation, but if you can keep an eye on him, I suppose that's an option."

You looked at Shane and raised your eyebrows. He looked totally stunned.

"Uh... y-yeah... if that's okay with you, I'd prefer to... stay with you."

You smile a little. "If it wasn't okay with me, I wouldn't have just offered, dummy. We'll stop by your place so you can pack some stuff for your little vacation at my place. I'm ready whenever you are."

Shane nodded stupidly. "U-uh, yeah. Sure."

Was this really happening? Harvey handed him the discharge papers, and you and Shane left the clinic. Shane squinted at the bright sun, a bit distracted. That is, until you linked your arm with his. He looked over at you.

You shrugged and said, "Just keeping you safe."

He chuckled softly. "I guess I'll allow it."

As you walked with him through town, you looked over at him, deciding to let him know about what had happened with Sebastian yesterday. "Uh, Shane?"

"Yeah?" he paused and looked over at you.

"...Sebastian kissed me, yesterday..."

Oh, right, that.

His jaw clenched, but before he could say anything, you continued, "I don't want to be with him, though. I think he got the wrong idea when I agreed to dance with him at the festival. ...I just thought you should know."

You didn't want to be with Sebastian? Sweet fuck, that was music to his ears!

After the initial shock wore off, he couldn't stop himself from teasing you, if only to distract you from his own blush. "See? I warned you about him."

You scoffed with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you did."

He smiled wide and pulled you a little closer as you continued your walk.

Making a quick stop at the ranch to gather his belongings, Marnie stopped the both of you in the doorway.

"Shane! I was worried sick about you! You didn't come home last night!" Marnie exclaimed.

Shane looked down at his feet. "Uh... everything's fine. But I'm going to be staying at the farmer girl's place for a week. Just need some space to clear my head."

Marnie glanced back and forth between you and her nephew. His explanation obviously raised more questions than answers, but she bit her tongue, figuring it was none of her business anyway.

Shane brushed past her and went to his room to pack a suitcase with clothes and toiletries. He could barely be bothered to fold his clothes, lazily crumpling them up in an almost intentional way before stuffing them into his bag. Looking up for a moment, he paused as his eyes fell on the camcorder sitting on his dresser.

Hesitating for just a moment, he quickly checked to make sure you weren't looking before he hid the camera underneath his clothes in his suitcase. It was a massive risk, sure, but he'd be stupid to pass up such an opportunity.

Shane met you at the door, suitcase in hand. "I'm ready," he said quietly.

The walk back to your farm was too silent and somber for your liking. You wanted to try and stay positive, and hopefully it would have at least a small impact on his mood. He needed someone there for him, right?

"So, I know the circumstances of your visit aren't ideal," you ventured, "but I think we'll have some fun together." And you gave him an encouraging smile.

We'll have some fun together? Fuck me, I hope so...

"Er... yeah. I'm sure we'll find something to do to pass the time," he replied.

When you and Shane entered your house, you gave him the grand tour. The first thing he took note of after stepping through the threshold was that your home had a distinctly pleasant smell. A combination of you, cedar, and... something sweet, perhaps? Shane looked all around as you showed him each room. Looking at your decor and aesthetics satisfied his growing urge to know more about you.

Once you concluded the tour, you turned back to face him and said, "I bet you're super hungry. I can make us something to eat. How does pizza sound?"

Shane chuckled a bit. "I would kill for some pizza with you right now."

You grinned. "Awesome. I'll get started on that."

As you started shuffling around your kitchen to get ingredients and food prep materials ready, Shane lingered awkwardly in the background. It was cute, how you seemed to know what you were doing in the kitchen. Domestic, even. Imagine her, my perfect wifey, in an apron... nothing but an apron... us sharing a house...

Shane had to shake his head a bit to chase the thought away. Sure, against all odds, it seemed like you were into him, but he couldn't get that far ahead of himself. It would only be a recipe for disaster and heartbreak.

After clearing his throat softly, Shane said, "Do you want me to help out with anything around the house...?"

You looked up from what you were doing and smiled over at him. "Nah, you just sit there and look pretty. I want you to enjoy your stay with me."

Smiling and looking away, Shane deflected your compliment. "Me and 'pretty' don't go together, sweetheart."

You grabbed a flyswatter and gently bapped him on the arm.

He laughed out loud. "What was that for?"

"For being mean to yourself. I hit you with a flyswatter 'cause that shit won't fly in my house," you said with a grin.

Shane laughed more and rolled his eyes. "You're so corny. How adorable."

You chuckled a bit.

"Seriously, though. Go make yourself comfortable. Turn on a gridball game, or something. I'll be there in a minute with our pizza," you told him.

He smiled, his heart full of love. ...Holy shit, could this really be love? The thought of that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Shane took his seat on the couch and turned the TV on the sports channel. But truly, his eyes were only on you. He watched as you took the pizza out of the oven. He smiled to himself as he saw you doing a little dance out of the corner of his eye while you waited for the pizza to cool off a bit. Fuck, you were so cute.

Pretty soon, you joined him on the couch with two plates in hand, each plate with a couple of slices of pizza on it.

"Take your pick," you said, offering both plates to him.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. He looked at you as he took one plate at random.

"You're being too accommodating," he chastised you with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I care about you," you shot back with a snarky but authentic smile.

"I could get used to that," he murmured.

The two of you ate your pizza brunch and watched the gridball game together. When you were both finished with your meal, you took the dishes to the sink and cleaned up. Shane followed you with his hands in his pockets.

"I wanna help out around the farm," he finally said. "It'll be good for me to do something productive. Especially if I get to do it with you."

You shrugged, then nodded. "Sure, I won't say no to that. Plus, you'll get to see some of the chicks from your ranch all grown up."

As the day went on, Shane found himself growing more and more attached to you. He especially loved how gentle you were with your animals. By sundown, the both of you were tired and ready to head inside. You both showered - one at a time, sadly - had snacks for dinner, and were now on the couch, watching a movie together.

While your eyes were focused on the TV, Shane couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were sitting so close to him, almost thigh to thigh. If ever there were a better time to make a move, he certainly couldn't think of it.

He slowly stretched his arms up, and when he went to put them down, he slowly settled the one closest to you around your shoulder. Smooth. You glanced at him briefly, then curiously leaned into his touch, looking back at the movie. Okay, fuck. What now?

He looked over at you, and he smirked slightly. Deciding to act on his first impulse, he started tickling your ribs. You instantly started squirming as you erupted into breathless laughter.

"Cut it out, asshat!" you giggled.

Shane just chuckled and intensified his tickling. You laughed harder and tried to stop his hands, but he was relentless. As you wriggled around, you ended up falling onto your back against the couch cushions. Shane's body was quick to follow on top of yours. He posted his arm to the side of your head, gently trapping you under his weight. He looked down at you with a small smirk and half lidded eyes.

You stiffened up a bit. "...Shane?"

"Mhm?" he hummed softly in response.

"Shane... I don't think we should--"

Wait, what? His face fell in a bit of confusion. You had been flirting with him before, right?

"Why not?" he whispered.

"I just... I like you and all, but I don't want anything getting in the way of your treatment..."

Had you seriously invited him to stay over at your house for a whole week, only to blue ball him?

Shane shook his head, protesting. "Why would it get in the way?"

You tried to let him down gently. "Well, if things... end poorly, or get awkward between us, I don't want you to be worse off..."

Shane's expression darkened. "The hell do you mean?"

Your eyes widened a bit at his change in demeanor. "I just think you should focus on getting better before getting romantically involved with anyone. The last thing you need is for your mental health to decline from losing a friend or potential lover..."

His frown deepened as he leaned a little more of his weight on you, a silent threat to keep you trapped underneath him. "Yeah? Well, I think I'd be much worse off if we didn't even try it at all, don't you?"

Your jaw fell open. "You'd better not be implying..." your voice trailed off.

He could sense you were getting angry, so he took a deep breath, and went with a softer approach. "Please. We both want this. And I just need something to help forget the pain, even if it's only one night..."

You exhaled sharply, the gears turning in your head. He watched your face intently for any sign of a change in heart. Finally, your face relaxed a little, and you relented.

"...Alright. Fine. But no promises on this leading to anything more."

Shane grinned and looked at you with adoration. "Of course. No guarantees."

Little did you know, he'd already decided you'd be his, and now there was no going back.

He gazed down at you, his heart racing as he admired the view of you under him. How long had he been fantasizing about this exact moment? He leaned down slowly, as if trying not to scare you away.

When your lips finally connected, it was like sparks ignited in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a quiet, shuddering breath against you as he gently teased your lips with his. You closed your eyes and brushed your lips back against his in reciprocity. He groaned and smiled a little when he felt you kissing him back.

Truthfully, he'd already been at half mast since he was tickling you. But just a gentle kiss with you was enough to have an impressive erection straining hard against his shorts. He gently rocked his hips forward, making sure you could feel it, making sure you knew what you did to him.

Your eyes opened a little and you let out a squeak. Shane chuckled and nipped at your lower lip, making you let out a soft moan. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to hear you some more...

You reached up and gently cupped his face, sitting up slowly. He took his weight off of you to allow you to sit up, but he couldn't bring himself to disconnect his lips. He needed you like he needed air.

You pulled away and stood up from the couch, gently holding his hand and pulling him up with you. "Let's take this to my bedroom."

"Fuck yeah," he panted.

You led him to the bedroom and shut the door behind both of you, and then he was immediately on you again. He held the back of your head with one hand and your hip with the other, resuming the kiss that was broken earlier. You whined a little and tangled your fingers in his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He was quick to respond with equal force. As your tongues dueled, he started tugging at your top.

"Off," he commanded simply.

You pulled away just long enough to slide your shirt over your head and drop it carelessly to the floor. Shane took a moment to marvel at your tits, before he realized how desperately he needed to see more. He went back in for another passionate kiss, but as he kissed you, he unhooked your bra in the back. You felt him doing it and grinned a little.

Once again, he pulled back to stare, this time at your bare chest. Holy fuck, it was even sexier up close. You chuckled a little bit at how excited he was. He wasted no more time, cupping one breast in each of his hands.

"Fuck, they're perfect..." he whispered.

You smirked and gave him a playful swat on his ass. His eyes widened a bit, and he spanked you a little bit harder. Taking it as a challenge, you spanked him even harder.

"Ah! That wasn't nice," he playfully growled before giving you a hard smack on your ass.

You squealed a little in surprise, but still with a smile on your face. "Okay, okay! I'll behave!"

"Good girl," he murmured and rubbed soothing circles on your ass cheek where it still stung.

Focusing his attention back on your breasts, he leaned you back a little to give his mouth easier access to your chest. He swirled his tongue over one of your nipples, looking at your face for your reaction. Your little whimper in response made him grin wolfishly, and he moved his mouth over to the other nipple to kiss it and lick it as well.

After a few moments, you started tugging at his shirt.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one shirtless," you complained.

"Fair enough," he conceded with a small smile as he took his shirt off quickly.

He moved back in to kiss you again just as quick, so you didn't get too long an opportunity to look at his tummy. You whined into the kiss, sensing that he might be self-conscious about his appearance.

You pulled away just long enough to compliment him. "Damn, you look amazing without a shirt."

Shane's cheeks heated up a bit at that, and he chuckled. "Glad you enjoy what you're seeing."

And with a dominant smirk, he firmly pushed you onto the bed.

"Hey!" you giggled at him after you fell back.

His eyes were glued to your chest, obsessed with the way your breasts bounced when you moved. Leaning over you with an eager grin, Shane shimmied your pants and underwear off of your legs, then he let out a low whistle at the sight.

"You're so fucking hot," he said appreciatively, using his hand to spread your legs a little more to get a better look at your pussy.

You chuckled softly, then rolled onto your tummy while he stood close to the bed. He watched you closely as you teased your fingers lightly up and down his legs a couple of times. He pushed his hips slightly forward with a grunt, hoping you'd get the message.

"Impatient much?" you teased him.

"Obviously," he said. He couldn't even deny it anymore.

Shane let out a satisfied sigh when your hand finally settled on the massive bulge tenting his shorts. You slowly rubbed him over his clothes, and he was already going wild. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you undo his button and zipper. He slid his shorts off, and you grinned at the small wet spot of precum on his underwear where the tip of his cock was poking.

He rushed to take his boxers off and join you on the bed. He was pleasantly surprised when you gently pushed him back against the pillows. Glancing up at him and smirking, you lowered your face to his crotch, and he let out a groan just at the sight of you going down on him, without him even asking.

You teased him with your tongue, first, licking up and down his length a couple of times before focusing your attention on his balls.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, utterly enamored with the sight of your lips closed gently around one of his balls.

You sucked gently on one of his testes, and then the other, while gently holding his thigh. You went back to gripping his cock and you affectionately gave the tip a few kisses, and it made his heart absolutely melt.

By the time you actually closed your lips around his cock head, he was unapologetically moaning. His hands went to your hair and clutched at it tightly, simultaneously trying to hold himself back and shove his whole cock into your throat. You took him in slowly, moving your head up and down at a slow pace, but one that left him breathless nonetheless. You worked your way up to fitting all of him in your mouth, and when his balls were pressed up snug against your chin, Shane panted loudly.

You only managed to bob your head up and down a few more times before he was grabbing your hair in a tight fist and pulling you off of him. You looked at him as he caught his breath for a moment.

"No fucking way I'd let myself cum without fucking you first," he breathed.

You blushed a little, and he sat up, grabbed you by the arms, and manhandled you down on the bottom. He knelt over you, absolutely loving the sight of you naked and ready beneath him. He leaned over and spat down onto his cock and rubbed it in, making sure he was plenty lubed up. But truth be told, you were already slick enough for this to be easy and painless.

Shane stared intensely into your eyes and pumped his cock slowly a few times with his fist. "Are you ready for me...?"

You nodded quickly at him.

He smirked. "Ah-ah-ah. Use your words."

"Yes, Shane!" you said excitedly.

He guided his tip to your already soaked entrance, pushing in just a little. It almost took his breath away completely, having just his tip inside of you. Since you weren't protesting, he slowly slid in farther, until your hips were connected, and he was all the way inside. It was almost too much, he thought. He sighed happily and pulled back about halfway, then pushed back in gently.

You let out a moan as he bottomed out again. He smiled a little and started thrusting at a slow but constant pace. You bit your lip and squeezed adorably at your own tits. As Shane got more into it, he leaned forward and started kissing at your neck as his hips rocked into yours.

He loved the sound you made when he bit down and sucked at your neck, and he relished in the idea of leaving marks all over you. His, you'd be all his.

It was a little embarrassing, how close he already was. He sat back up, licked his thumb, and pressed it against your clit as his hips slapped rhythmically against yours.

"I'm close, are you close?" he whispered.

"Uh-huh," you whimpered.

Shane rubbed slowly at your clit as he slammed his cock into you the last few times. You whined really prettily as you spasmed and came around him. In no time, his hips were stuttering, and he shoved himself into you as deeply as he could as he came with a loud groan.

His hips stilled, and his cock twitched inside of you a few times. He took another moment to cherish just how beautiful you looked after your orgasm. He finally pulled out of you with a soft sigh. Both of you caught your breath for a moment.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up," you said eventually.

"Alright, babe. I'll be right here."

When he was sure you had left the room, Shane got up from the bed and made his way over to the closet. He reached inside and pulled out his camera that he'd hidden in the dark shelves in plain sight. He smirked as he stopped the recording.

It was a risky move, definitely. But it seemed like it had paid off. He hid the camera back in his suitcase. Finally fucking you felt amazing, and he hoped he'd be able to again very soon. He smiled to himself, certain you felt the same.

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