#he gave me feedback on a text i had to write on the course and also more general

[adore-gregor]

:)

[seuonji]

彡 things they left with you before leaving for tour.

notes ๑ gift giving! headcanons. reader and svt member does not live together!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

seungcheol left you the key to his home.

you’re free to go there whenever you want but he mainly gave it so that you have access to his closet!! it’s also to allow you to see kkuma.

whenever you’re there you always send him a selfie to show how the house is doing. he especially loves the photos that contains you and kkuma on his bed.

yn: [photo attachment]

yn: i changed kkuma’s hairpin today, doesn’t she look cute?

cheol: you both look adorable♡

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jeonghan left you tons of his oversized shirts.

tons as in it could probably last you until he comes back. but he leaves the ones that hold some type of meaning.

he’d totally give you a whole presentation while unpacking the clothes on why he’s giving it to you.

he left you the shirt that he wore on your first date. he left you another shirt that you complimented. another one he left was one that you described as, ‘looks very comfortable.’ another was in your favourite colour while another was in your least favourite colour,, he asked you to send him photos of you specifically in that one.

he gave them with the intention that though he’s not there, you won’t feel alone at night.

he loves it when he calls and sees you wearing them!

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joshua left you countless of letters he wrote.

just in case he’s not on his phone enough, to keep his presence with you, he wrote different letters. one for you to read when you’re sad, one for when you felt doubtful, another for when you felt scared.

he wrote letters for any feeling you may feel while he’s gone whether it was sorrow, anger or joy.

one day you were missing him, a lot. so you opened the letter that had ‘read when you feel alone.’ written on it.

‘yn, you’re feeling alone? cause im not there, right( ˊ̱uˋ̱ )?‘ he joked with you even through writing. ‘i know it’s a long wait but i’ll be back soon and we’ll be in bed watching movies together. i’m always thinking about you. i may not be one call away because…what if i’m on stage? but you’re still my number one priority, i hope you know that.’

it’s just long texts of reassurance that he loves you and suggestions of things you can do while you wait for him and honestly, as you read the letters, the more it felt like he was actually there.

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jun left you a polaroid.

he aswell provided the films but the films were the same amount as the number of days he’d be gone.

he asked you take a picture of something everyday whether it was the scenery or something you were doing. you could either label them or keep it in a photo card binder. he wants you to talk about it with him when he comes back.

total plus if you like journaling/photography!!

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soonyoung left you a heart locket necklace.

it had funny pictures of you and him on one side and the other side had a picture of you two cuddling.

he has a matching one of course! his one has so many scratches because of how much he kept opening it.

notably, he left you a cute tiger plush that was almost your size.

“think of him as if he’s me.”

“that’s weird youngie…”

idk why but initially i imagined he’d leave you a body pillow with him printed on it.

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wonwoo left you his console so that you can help him keep up with his games. just kidding.

if you like reading, he definitely leaves you some books he’s collected over the years. he’d even buy books that are of your taste if his isn’t your style. he gave it so that you’d have something to preoccupy your time.

if you aren’t too into reading, he left you things that supports the hobbies you do. if you like art, he buys you paint, if you like knitting he’d buy you yarn. he finds joy in your passion.

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jihoon left you a usb filled with movies and shows on it. he even provided snacks!

he loved hearing your opinions about shows/movies he liked. since you two were going to be apart, he thought you’d have more time to watch them.

when you did watch the said movie/show, he’d instantly call and listen to your opinions intently. he might end up falling for you all over again! but also it could end up in an endless banter—

“what did you think of that character?“ he asked excitedly but there was a touch of tiredness in his voice.

“they were okay,” you casually answered.

“just okay!?” suddenly the tiredness was gone.

“i said what i said!”

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seokmin left you a jar filled with origami hearts, cranes, airplanes, stars and even some of your favourite animals.

as you unfold them, there’s small messages written in them. it had messages of affirmations to song/food/movie recommendations.

he looks forward to your response to the letter you opened that day.

“the one i opened today was a good one,” you said smiling.

“really, what’s wrong with the other ones? why aren’t they as good?” he asked in a whining tone.

“the one i opened yesterday said ‘listen to aju nice by seventeen.’” you recalled monotonously.

“what’s wrong with that?”

“anyways the one i opened today said to ‘eat pizza while thinking about me.’” you brushed off the previous topic.

“ah, that’s a good one, even i’m jealous.”

“you wrote it?”

“still, why would you have pizza without me…”

also, he made tons of it lasted even until he came back.

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mingyu left you a cookbook of things he usually cooks for you.

the first few pages were your favourite meals hes cooked for you. they’re key parts are highlighted in your favourite colours and he even places in affirmations in free spaces. the middle pages are random meals you don’t necessarily like but,, he needed to fill in the pages. the last few pages are your favourite deserts!

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minghao left you the experience of having permanent bracelets with someone.

he brought you to the store and you got a bracelet in his in his favourite colour as he got one with yours. you both spent hours just admiring the way it shined and he couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.

“now, no matter the distance, you’ll still have a piece of me that’s always with you,” he said.

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seungkwan left you a self care pack.

there was skincare products, your favourite snacks and cds of your favourite films. they were each labelled with tags of why he gave those specific items.

‘you’ve always liked these, enjoy them.’ labelled on the snacks.

‘please use this, take care of your skin okay?’ labelled on the skincare.

‘don’t get too bored just cause im not there.” labelled on the cds

it’s as if he was taking care of you without because there.

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vernon left you a pet fish (?)

questionable but at least you’re not completely alone. also he got consent before he bought it so, it was okay. but he also left you some of his jackets and beanies but if it was summer he’d leave you baseball caps. yknow, the sensible gifts.

it’s the thought that counts!

whenever he gets the time he’d call you to check on the fish.

and you as well, of course.

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chan left you a box full of snacks.

he’s bringing the same snacks with him in his bag. he plans to call you every night so you two can talk about your day while eating the same snacks so that it seems like you two are together.

[futurewdclandonorris]

Silver Springs | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x ex!fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: angsty with a hopeful ending

A/N: This is my first request ever and I hope I managed to fulfill the expectations. I took a little liberty and played with the style and format and just listening and studying the song made me want to write it this way. I'm sorry if this isn't what anon had in mind when requesting this so with that make sure to leave as much details as possible when requesting things if you want something specific. Feedback on this would be very much appreciated. 🥺🧡

You’ve found yourself thinking about Lando more regularly as of late. It has been ten months since your break up and you don’t remember feeling like this at the time. You guess you were in a state of denial, trying to convince yourself that the relationship was worth saving despite knowing that it wasn’t.

Of course, in the beginning everything was like a fairy tale. At first it was so wonderful that every ounce of you was convinced that it couldn't possibly get any better. And then, slowly, inevitably, the house of cards collapsed. Maybe that should've been your first clue, but every time you would stick your rose colored glasses further up your nose and focus harder on all those positive aspects of the relationship.

Time spent with Lando was the best time of your life. He always gave you the best he could offer. Taking you out on dates, vacations, accompanying him to races across the world... He truly gave you that only-girl-in-the-world experience. He was always there, present. Until he wasn't.

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Lando Norris. But there was no way you could've prepared yourself for how it would all end up.

He was a Formula One driver and his life was always going to be busy. The paparazzi, the rumors, the constant pressure of being in the public eye. It all took a toll on your relationship.

But what you didn't anticipate was how much time he would start spending away from you. It started off with a few missed calls and texts, but soon he was gone for days at a time without a word.

You tried to be understanding, knowing how demanding his job was, but it was hard not to feel neglected and unimportant. You tried to talk to him about it, but he always seemed to have an excuse or an apology that would temporarily ease your worry.

As the months went on, you began to realize that the relationship was becoming more and more one-sided. You were always the one making compromises, always the one putting in the effort to make things work.

One night, as Lando was getting ready to leave for yet another race, you finally confronted him about it. You told him how you felt and how you needed more from him. But instead of trying to work things out, he simply brushed you off and left without a second thought.

For the first time, you began to wonder if maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to walk away from a relationship that was causing you more pain than happiness.

It wasn't an easy call. You were still in love with him and a part of you wanted to believed that he loved you too. But you couldn't keep living like that when you knew you deserved more. So, after a lot of tears and internal conflict, you made the decision to end things with him.

He took it calmly. “Maybe it’s for the best. We’re at different stages in life-”

But you weren’t interested in reasoning. You were done.

Few days later as you sat alone in your room thinking about him, you couldn't help but wonder if it could all be different. Maybe if you had just tried harder, fought for the relationship a little more, things could've ended up differently. Maybe you could've been the one he came home to every night, instead of just another girl in his life. But relationships were a two way street and you couldn’t do it just on your own.

Months went by and slowly but surely, you started to heal. You threw yourself into work and hobbies, spending time with friends and family. You had to reduce your social media and tv time, fearing you’d accidentally see something about him, or maybe even search up his name on your own that would ruin all the progress you just made. Mutual friends had to be cut off too. Everything that even had a slightest relation to him had to be eliminated from your life so you wouldn't crumble back into old habits.

Finally, you were ready to try dating again. It felt strange to be putting yourself out there again, going out on dates here and there. And although nothing ever really clicked, it was working to distract and make you forget. Up until now.

He just crept into your thoughts on a random Tuesday. You scoffed, shaking them away. Then little (in)significant things started to happen. Like seeing number 4 everywhere in various combinations. You would turn on the radio and first thing you’d hear would be the song you two proclaimed to be yours one drunk night in a bar.

“Are you kidding me?!” you spat, turning the radio off. It wasn’t even a love song.

Dreams began next and they were so life-like that it was almost as if you had gone back in time. They would be so vivid, reminding you of his touch and sound of his voice. In one of them, you would be back together and he would be holding you in his arms. You’d feel safe and loved, just like you used to. One of those nights you woke up to the sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, but when you turned over it was just you and the void of the bedside he used to fill. Your eyes shifted to a digital clock on the nightstand. In hauntingly bold red it read 04:44 am.

And you really should’ve known better than to turn the tv on on weekends. Not every weekend, you reminded yourself, but really, what were the odds that you would catch him racing that Sunday?

You tried your best to ignore it all. Tried to push Lando back to the farthest corners of your mind. But every time you tried, he came back stronger, like a boomerang you couldn't escape from. It was like he was haunting you, his memory a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

It was frustrating. It was maddening. You didn't want to think about him anymore. You didn't want to care. You didn't want to love him.

When it all became too much, you decided to go for a walk to clear your head. You grabbed your coat and headed out the door, the cold afternoon air hitting you as you stepped outside. As you walked down the street, you realized that you were headed in the direction of the park where you and Lando used to go on picnics and take walks together. There was no point in avoiding going there now. Every part of the town was marked with the two of you in one way or the other.

As you walked through the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. You remembered how happy you used to be with Lando by your side, how the two of you laughed and talked for hours on end. You wondered if he ever thought about those moments, if he ever missed you. If he ever thought about you just in general. Your heart felt heavy as you thought about how things could have been different if only he had been willing to put in more effort into your relationship.

A sudden movement caught your eye and you turned to see a man walking towards you, his eyes locked onto yours. Your heart leaped out of your chest and you found yourself frozen in place. But the man who passed you wasn’t him. He might’ve had his hair or his eyes, but it wasn’t him. You closed your eyes and sighed a sigh of relief.

I’m starting to see things now, you thought to yourself, shaking the image away. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that type of encounter just yet anyway.

After a few minutes, you continued on your way and eventually found yourself in front of a cozy cafe. You looked up at the simple yet inviting storefront and decided this was as good a place as any to take a break. You opened the door and stepped inside, the warm atmosphere immediately embracing you like an old friend.

The cafe was quite busy with customers, but despite the crowd it still had an intimate feel to it. The smell of fresh coffee accompanied by the sound of jazz music created a relaxed atmosphere that made you forget all about your worries for a while. You walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of your favorite coffee blend before sitting down at one of the tables in the far corner.

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He had thought about you a lot that summer. It wasn't just the memory of you that lingered in his mind; it was the way you made him feel. He missed the way your hand fit perfectly in his, and the sound of your laughter that could light up a room. He missed the long conversations you used to have over the phone when he was away, and the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about.

He had missed you, more than he was willing to admit to himself. He had tried to ignore his feelings, to push them down and pretend that he was perfectly okay without you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of your time together.

Sometimes the air would smell like your hair, the wind would caress his cheeks like you used to. He remembered the picnics in the park, the late night conversations, the lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddled up in bed on his weekends off before he would have to pack for another race week. He remembered how happy he used to be with you by his side, and he cursed himself for not realizing how much he needed you until it was too late.

Being without you on tracks was the worst. He didn’t know it would be like that when he had you calling before and after every session, giving him a false sense of security. He was racing for himself, building his career, but  he couldn't focus on anything else. The roar of the engines and the adrenaline rush of it all losing their appeal without you there to share it with him. He had to force himself to keep going, to keep racing, but every achievement felt hollow without you to celebrate with him.

But he never reached out to you. He never tried to make things right, even when he knew he was wrong. He was too prideful, too scared of rejection, too afraid of admitting that he had made a mistake. So he stayed away, hoping that time and distance would heal the wounds.

It was late autumn now and after yet another decent weekend, he decided to fly home for his week off and recharge. Maybe time spent with family and friends would help and stop you from creeping in his thoughts.

As he settled into his seat on the plane, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. His career progressed drastically since your split, but what did it matter? He only had himself to share his success with.

The flight was uneventful, and before he knew it, he was back in his hometown. He stepped off the plane and was greeted by the familiar faces of his family. Their hugs and laughter made him realize he was making yet another mistake. He missed you more than ever, and being home without you will only make it worse.

Lando tried to keep busy by spending time with his loved ones and focusing on his training. But it was like trying to hold back the tide with a broom, he couldn't escape the memories of you. The sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace. It was all too vivid in his mind, haunting him day and night.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he drove out in his car, desperate to find a way to move on. He had no destination in mind, and maybe driving to clear his head wasn’t ideal, but it was the only other thing he loved that he had left. And it was like universe was having a laugh at him, when he turned on the radio it was your song that was playing. He thought of changing the station, but his fingers lingered too long in the air over the button that he ended up listening to the whole thing.

As the last notes of the song faded away, Lando let out a heavy sigh and pulled over to the side of the road. He found himself parked in front of a cozy cafe that he had never noticed before. It looked warm and inviting, the smell of coffee wafting out to greet him. He found himself drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Without much thought, he opened the door and stepped inside. The sound of jazz music greeted him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he took in the warm atmosphere. He walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee before finding a seat at one of the tables.

Looking around, he spotted you purely accidentally, sipping coffee and reading a book. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you sit alone in the far corner. You looked beautiful, just as he remembered, with your hair falling in loose waves around your face. He couldn't believe it was you. The one person he had been thinking about for months was sitting just a few tables away from him.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, his heart racing with emotions he thought he had buried deep within. He tried to catch your eye, but you didn't look up from the book. He felt his heart sink as he realized that you didn't even know he was there.

Lando hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Part of him wanted to approach you and try to start a conversation, while the other part of him couldn't bear the thought of seeing you again after all this time. He had hurt you deeply, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to face the consequences of his actions.

But as he sat there, lost in thought, he suddenly realized that he couldn't just sit idly by and watch you from a distance. He had to do something, even if it meant facing his fears head-on. It was now or never.

He got up from his seat and slowly walked over to your table, his heart beating faster with every step. You finally looked up from your book as he approached, your eyes widening in surprise as you saw who was standing in front of you.

-

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Quickly you made a mental check on what day it was. Early Friday evening.

Lando sighed, nerves getting the best of him as he stood before you. “I’m… I came home for my week off.” he said, his voice sounding small and unsure.

“You have a week off,” you weren’t sure if you were asking him, accusing him, laughing at your own stupidity or a secret fourth thing.

He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes unable to meet yours. “You’re saying it like it’s a crime,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just didn’t expect to see you here on a weekend.” you defended, realizing you were setting yourself for a trap. Not every weekend.

“Were you hoping I was out of the country?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. He knew he was being defensive, but he couldn't help it. Being around you made him feel vulnerable, exposed.

Lando's question hung heavily in the air, his eyes still fixed on you. You felt a pang of guilt, knowing full well that you had been hoping to avoid him for a little while longer. But now that he was standing in front of you, you couldn't deny the pull you still felt towards him.

"I don't know what I was hoping for," you admitted, your eyes finally meeting his. "I just know I didn't expect to see you here."

"Neither did I," he said softly, taking a step closer to you. "But now that I am, can we talk?"

You looked at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, but different somehow. He seemed more vulnerable, more open than you remembered. It made your heart ache for him, but you tried to push the feeling away.

"Okay," you said, nodding your head. "Let's talk."

Lando let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing as he took a seat opposite of you.

“So, how have you been?” he asked, shuffling his feet slightly.

“I’ve been okay,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just trying to keep busy.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between you as you both tried to gather your thoughts. You couldn't help but notice how much he had changed since the last time you saw him. His hair was shorter, and he looked like he had put on some muscle. But it was his eyes that caught your attention the most. They looked tired and distant, like he had been carrying a heavy burden for a long time.

“How are-How are things with you?” you choked out.

Lando let out a small laugh, but it sounded hollow to your ears. "Things have been good, I guess," he said, his eyes flickering towards yours for a moment before darting away. "Work has been keeping me busy."

You nodded, not sure what to say. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him thriving without you. It didn't seem fair that he could move on so easily while you were still struggling in a way.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. "For everything. For how I treated you, for how I acted. I was a fool, and I should have never let you go."

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not.” he cut you off harshly. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve set my priorities straight.”

“But you did.��� you smiled to hide the pain as you said that, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“I was wrong. I was so wrong.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lando could see the confusion and hurt written all over your face, and he knew that he had a lot to answer for. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before he spoke again.

“I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry.” he said. “I should have fought for you, instead of letting my pride get in the way. I missed you more than I could ever say, and being away from you only made me realize how much I need you in my life.”

You looked at him skeptically, unsure if you could believe him after all the pain he had caused you. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see the sincerity and regret that shone through.

“I don't know if you're ready to forgive me, and I don't expect you to right away,” he continued. “But I had to come and tell you how I feel and to try to make things right. If you’ll let me.”

He looked down as he finished his speech. You sat a few moments in silence, letting it all sink in before leaning over and reaching for his hand.

As soon as your fingers interlocked with his, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. It had been so long since you had touched him, and it felt like coming home.

“Lando,” you called, wanting him to look at you. You only continued when he did. “I already forgave you. But as for the rest… I will need some time.” you said softly, not wanting to give him false hope. “But I appreciate your apology.”

"I understand," he said, squeezing your hand gently. "I'll give you all the time you need. Just know that I'm here whenever you're ready."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It wasn't a complete resolution, but it was a start. You sat in silence for a few more minutes, just holding each other's hands, before you finally pulled away.

"I should get going," you said, grabbing your book and standing up.

“Let me drive you home.” Lando said, standing up as well.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were ready to spend more time alone with him. But as you looked into his earnest and apologetic gaze, you couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Okay," you said, a small smile creeping onto your face. "Let's go."

Lando walked you to his car, opening the door for you and then walking around to the driver's side. As he started the engine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. This was the same car he had driven you around in when you were together, and it felt strange to be sitting in it again.

The ride was mostly silent, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. But as you pulled up in front of your apartment building, Lando turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"I know I have a lot to make up for," he said, his voice low and intense. “But I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I'm serious about this. I want us to be together again, if you'll have me."

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. It was true that you still had feelings for Lando, but you weren't sure if it was enough to give him another chance. You needed time to think, to process everything that had happened between you two.

"I appreciate your sincerity, Lando," you said finally, meeting his gaze. "But I need some time alone to figure things out. Can you give me that?"

"Of course," he said, nodding his head. "I'll respect your wishes. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude towards him. Despite everything that had happened between you two, he still cared about your well-being. It was a comforting thought, and it made you realize that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for the two of you.

"Thank you, Lando," you said, giving him a small smile. "I'll talk to you soon."

With that, you got out of the car and walked towards your building, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. Part of you was relieved to have some space to think, while another part of you was still hopeful for a future with Lando.

As you walked up the stairs to your apartment, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would you be able to start anew, or would you remain apart forever? Only time would tell, but for now, all you could do was take things one day at a time.

[deandoesthingstome]

Hall Pass - Chapter 2

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you. 

Playlist: I will add to Spotify with each chapter.

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter 1

 

In the morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee forced your eyes open. You hoped you had enough time to shower before heading out to say goodbye to Henry. Plus you needed to tame the lingering fantasy from your dreams the night before. Somehow while reaching for the bottle of body wash on the floor of the tight shower cubicle you almost slipped and fell out, cursing loudly and grabbing on to the shower curtain, praying it held while you found your balance again. You heard a sharp knock at the bedroom door.

“Everything alright in there?” Henry called.

“It’s fine! I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” you hollered back from the bathroom.

You tried to hurry while still taking your time to keep your footing. One more quick rinse, then a dry off with a fluffy towel and you were back in the room slipping into fleece-lined leggings and a comfy oversized sweater.

He had another fire roaring in the great room and was sitting next to two mugs of coffee at the breakfast bar.

“Good morning! I heard a shout when I came to see how you took your coffee. Everything okay?”

“Oh, just clumsy me. I’m fine. And black is fine, thank you very much.” You glanced at your watch. So little time left.

“Yeah, I should probably get going soon. The store said 10 and I recall it was about 30 minutes out?” You nodded in response to his query. “Yeah, so a quick cup and then I should run.”

You hoped your face hadn’t fallen too low. Could you fake a need in town so you could head in with him? Ooh, go back for the honey! No, too desperate.

“Henry?” Might as well try, desperate or not.

“Yes?”

“Do you… where you’re staying… Is there any reason…Would you want to…I mean, there’s a table that gets good natural light you could take over and work on your model…oh, but Kal…shoot, nevermind.”

“Were you offering this farm as my hiatus home?”

“Yes? I mean, you could take up more space than a table. Plus the grounds are inspiring to wander around. And the goats. You barely had time to meet them while you were making out with the horses yesterday.”

Henry gave a hearty chuckle. “That’s really sweet of you. Very kind. But I’ve got…”

“Yeah, right, of course. Ignore me. Please. This must be so weird for you. A total stranger offering you a room in a home that isn’t even hers.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call you a total stranger and I’ve often found that Henrys make the best friends, but yes, I do have Kal and my assistant to think about.”

“Yeah, of course. No worries.”

You offered to jot down the directions back to town while you finished your coffee with Henry. He asked you to text him the details instead, reciting his cell number for you.

“I can trust you won't just go handing this out now, right?”

“Never!” You clutched your chest in mock dismay.

Too few moments later, you waved down the drive with a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched him go, then turned to re-enter the house and settle into your non-anniversay day. It had started out so lovely, but now that you were alone…

Oh, but not! You shifted gears and headed into the barn, where Caleb was mucking stalls.

“Did you have a visitor last night?” the old man greeted you with a cheerful smile.

“Sort of? The strangest thing…”

“And where’s your better half this morning?” He watched your face fall and tried to recover. “Everything okay?”

“It will be.” You paused for a moment. “We’re done. He just couldn’t tear himself away from work, not even for our anniversary.”

“That stinks. I’m so sorry. Was that him I heard leaving just now?”

“Not exactly…” you hedged as Caleb laughed at your reticence.

“Okay, well, keep your secrets then,” he winked. “Want to help out here?”

You jumped at the chance to get a little more familiar with the care and handling of the horses. Caleb helped you lead Mikka and Sadie into the field. You asked if you could have Butterscotch saddled for a ride in a little bit, which meant Telly would stick nearby. He never went far without her. Caleb recommended waiting to saddle the horse until the work was done so she wasn’t uncomfortable for the duration. The manual labor kept your mind off both Henry and your ex for the time being. As soon as the stalls were done, you headed back inside to pack some provisions for the afternoon. When you headed back out to the barn, you turned your attention to the goats who were ready for mid-morning nibbles.

Caleb was just about to saddle Butterscotch when a familiar vehicle wound its way up the drive.

“Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Any idea who this is now? Wait, isn’t that the SUV I saw on my way in?”

“Sure is,” you were almost beaming. Henry Cavill was driving back up the road to you with what looked like a large bear in the passenger seat.

Henry parked and stepped out of the car, making his way toward you and offering a hand to Caleb in greeting.

“Good afternoon! I’m Henry. You must be the horse master?”

“Sure am. Name’s Caleb. Nice to meet you.”

“Henry, what on earth are you doing back here?” you asked.

“Well, I got to thinking. First of all, we forgot to grab some photos for your hosts. And second, why would I spend my hiatus in a fancy hotel in the city, when I could just as easily enjoy this beautiful country-side? If the offer still stands, that is.”

“You a photographer or something?” Caleb asked, and it was all you could do not to laugh at the older gentleman. 

“Uh, no. Nope. Not a photographer,” Henry smiled. 

“Caleb, Henry forgot to give you his last name. Seems that’s his schtick. This is Henry Cavill, he’s an actor. Plays Superman,” you offered, thinking it would be the easiest character for Caleb to identify with.

“Well, played, yes,” Henry countered and you almost fainted from embarrassment. Of course! He’d just had some terrible news about that role. And after leaving The Witcher, no less. Poor guy was having a hard time of it lately. 

“Oh, yeah. Think I knew that. Well, what’s a big Hollywood celebrity doing all the way out here?” Caleb asked.

“I was picking up some items from a store nearby when I got sidetracked and wound up at this wonderful farm last night. And now I’m hoping I can impose for a little while longer.” He smiled at you with a genuine sincerity and you couldn’t stop grinning back. Suddenly a sharp bark sounded from the SUV.

“Oh, yes, and Kal! Caleb, are the horses good with strange dogs? I’d love to let him run free, but happy to keep him inside if it’s a problem?” Henry asked.

“As long as he’s good with horses, they’re good with him. Sadie and MIkka are out in the pasture right now, but Telly and Butterscotch can show him around.”

While Henry retrieved Kal from the car and introduced him to you and Caleb, an idea began to form and before you knew it you were giving it voice.

“Caleb, would it be too much trouble to saddle Telly as well? If Henry’s up for it, I’d love to take him for a ride this afternoon,” you gave a questioning glance toward Henry, hiding your panic that he might think you were once again insinuating a different kind of activity altogether.

“Oh, well if it’s not too much trouble for Caleb, that would be a wonderful treat.” If he did notice the double entendre, he wasn’t showing it.

“Sure. Happy to saddle ‘em up for you. Think you can get ‘em untacked when you're back?”

You nodded, noticing Henry did as well, and Caleb proceeded to get the horses ready for you while you led Henry back into the house.

“Oh, and here, for you” Henry handed you a small brown paper bag. You opened it and peered in to find two jars of honey. “I wasn’t sure which flavor you preferred, so I just asked Josh if I could have one of each.”

“Well, thank you!” You put the honey in the kitchen and continued down the hall to drop Henry’s bags in his guest room. While he used the bathroom, you took the time to gather a few more items to add to the bag you’d already packed to take with you on your ride, then led Henry back out to the barn.

“Alright, you two. I’ll be back this evening to gather the other two and get them all in the barn for the night. See you later!”

You waved as Caleb took off, then headed into the barn to grab a helmet. Henry followed.

“Do you think I could borrow a helmet as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think. I usually wear one because, you know,” you gestured to yourself, “clumsy. But I didn’t want to assume, since you ride so often.”

“Well, it’s always a good idea to take precautions, I think. Maybe just to stay on the safe side,” he winked at you. Or tried to.

Once you were settled in the saddles, Henry asked where to.

“There are a few different paths around the property. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take an easy ride through the pasture and around the woods.”

“Sounds just fine.”

Henry and Telly fell in line with you as you led Butterscotch down the lane and into the field at a slow pace. Kal ran ahead and returned every so often to make sure he was headed in the same direction you were. You asked Henry how he managed to switch up his plans.

“I just felt so welcome and unbothered here last night, I really didn’t want our time to end. I called my assistant and had her bring Kal to meet me in town. Gave her the rest of the hiatus off and hoped for the best. I just texted her while I was settling my things in the guest room to go ahead and cancel the suite as well, since it seems I have another lodging option now.”

A warmth spread from the tip of your head to your toes. Henry Cavill wanted to spend more time with you. It seemed you wanted the same. You let your sincere smile speak for itself and enjoyed the rest of the ride in a serene quiet, listening for the sounds of nature instead. Every so often, you snuck a glance to see if the videos you'd watched online did any justice to the way this man sat in the saddle.

They did not.

Soon, you turned Butterscotch to enter a small copse of trees and Telly followed suit, barely requiring a nudge from Henry’s reins. A short distance in, you pulled to a stop and turned to see how Henry was reacting to the landscape in front of him.

“What in the world…?” he marveled.

“It’s a small natural hot spring. The next town over is famous for them. There’s a hotel, spa, roman bath house, the whole works. It’s their tourist draw. My friends were lucky enough to find this small pocket on their land. They set the flagstones surrounding the pool and even created some stone seats once you step in.” You paused, realizing Henry had just told you how unbothered he felt here and now it seemed you were making a play to see him practically naked. “If you want to, that is, no pressure at all.”

“Well I don’t know if I’m prepared…”

“I snagged a pair of swim trunks while you were settling in,” you admitted, sheepishly. “I was already packed and getting ready to head out here when you showed up. I really hope you don’t mind.”

“How could I mind? And the water’s safe?”

“Absolutely. They test it just about every week, but it stays consistently warm and without bacteria. It’s really a wonder!”

“Well alright then. Let’s do it!” Henry smiled wide and dismounted with such ease you were almost embarrassed to get down in front of him.

It honestly felt like you were flopping yourself to the ground every time you got off a horse. But once you were on solid ground, Henry approached to help you unpack the saddle bags. You let the horses saunter around the clearing, trusting Butterscotch to keep Telly close.

“There doesn’t seem to be a changing room out here,” he joked, making a show of looking around.

“Yes, well. I thought you could just step behind that rather large pine over there and change while I get in. There’s no one around for miles, I swear it.”

Henry accepted the trunks and towel you offered, then marched off to the makeshift dressing room. You set the food and drink you’d packed on the side of the spring, then peeled off your clothes down to your bathing suit and stepped in, sitting quickly to fend off the brisk, wintery air, keeping your back towards Henry, lest he actually be too big to fit behind the tree as well.

In a moment, you heard a rustle and footsteps heading your way, so you turned and almost lost your breath. He was striding toward you, jeans and sweater in hand, towel draped around his neck, and looking just fine in the borrowed swim shorts. They fit him snuggly and it may have been the best idea you’d ever had, short of actually inviting him to stay with you at the farm.

As he got closer, you moved to the far side of the spring to give him room to enter. He sat and released the same satisfied sigh you had when you first entered the warm water.

“I didn’t realize how chilly the air had gotten until you had me strip naked behind a tree. But this is just phenomenal.”

You laughed and apologized, but he waved it off. 

“I’m glad you suggested this. It’s a welcome treat. And I see you have champagne?”

“Yes, well. My plan was to come out here and drown my sorrows alone…”

“Oh, right! Ah, today’s the actual day, is it?”

“Was. Yes. So would you care to toast the demise of my most recent blunder with me?”

“Absolutely. And his loss, by the way. Absolutely.”

You ducked with a sudden shyness and took a sip of the champagne.

“Did you also bring strawberries for this? That’s a pretty standard anniversary thing, isn’t it?” Henry teased with a wink.

“I would have if they didn’t wreck my insides. I can’t stomach the tiny seeds. But here,” you turned and grabbed a small container to open and hand over. “Have some grapes?”

Henry thanked you and grabbed a few, then apologized if his strawberry joke was in poor taste.

“You had no idea. How could it be?” you assured him.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For not treating me like a celebrity. With kid gloves and as if the whole world revolves around me. It’s been refreshing from the moment you bumped into me. You’ve listened to my ramblings about my hobbies and haven’t asked once about that Witcher fiasco. Or Superman for that matter. It made it very easy for me to accept your offer of a few weeks of quiet country time and I really appreciate it.”

“Confession?”

“Yours or mine?” he asked.

“Mine.”

“Ok, go.”

“You’re my Hall Pass.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Hall Pass. It’s like…”

“Yes, I think I’m aware, but you aren’t in a relationship anymore, right. Not since the very minute we met, if I’m not mistaken. Do you need a pass now?”

“No. No I suppose I don’t.”

“Good. Because I really wouldn’t want this to ruin anything you’ve got going.”

You blinked your eyes with confusion. “This?” you asked, not sure if you were afraid he would give you the answer you assumed he’d give, which was something along the lines of anything that hinted he had no real interest in you. Or if you were afraid he’d give you the answer you hoped for and that he meant he had the same undeniable attraction to you as you had to him.

He licked his lips, tilted his head, and furrowed his brow ever so slightly. You could see the way his mind sought the right words.

“I suppose it’s my turn to apologize and hope I’m not being terribly forward when I say that I don’t mind saying I’d like to kiss you.”

You blinked again trying to decipher the words that sounded like a jumble and yet also appeared to mean exactly what you wanted them to when combined with the sexy drop in his voice and the way he leaned in ever so slightly.

Don’t shake your head to clear the cobwebs, you idiot. But do something soon so he doesn’t regret what he’s just said.

“I think I’d like that, too,” you managed to whisper, afraid of the tremble you were sure would accompany the regular volume of your voice as he inched closer.

“Is now okay?” and he waited just long enough to see you nod before he bent his head left and captured your lips between his.

It was sweet and warm, a tender, gentle touch. At first. But the groan that escaped his throat as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip when you very much couldn’t hold back sent shivers down your spine and a heat wave through your core. Henry placed a hand against your neck to hold you firmly in place as he tilted your head back and answered your silent ask with his own deepening of the kiss, tongue swirling into you.

The various ways you imagined kissing Henry Cavill could go each time you pressed play on one of his movies or shows did absolutely no justice to the real thing. And maybe you were naive, but this didn’t feel like an “acting kiss.” No, this was real, at least for you. Every tingle, every spark, every butterfly struggling for release. And yours wasn’t the only body reacting.

Henry pressed closer, pushed you gently against the side of the small pool, one hand behind your back to cushion you against the stones. You felt his knee wedge between your thighs and when your hand touched his side to hold him close you could swear you felt goosebumps. But that must just be the cold air.

Suddenly he pulled you away from the wall, backing himself up to the other side and dragging his hands down your back before lifting you onto his lap and coaxing your legs to either side of his thighs. He never once let go of your mouth, so you had no choice but to moan wantonly into his as you could now feel what else this kiss was doing to him.

His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing and squeezing gently before settling on the small of your back so he could shift you closer into the grind of his hips. After a few moments of even more passionate kissing with heads tilting back and forth in a carefully choreographed dance of lips and tongue, you felt him pull back and reluctantly let go.

“If we don’t stop, I’ll likely come right in these borrowed pants and I wouldn’t want to mess with the pH of the hot spring,” Henry confessed with a little sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry, I know I started that.”

“Please stop apologizing to me,” you answered kindly, attempting to retreat to the opposite side of the spring. “If nothing else, on my darkest days I can at least remind myself of a hot tub makeout session with Henry Cavill.”  

Henry didn’t let go.

“Oh, well, I was hoping…I mean, is it presumptuous of me to imagine there could be something else, more than … well.” The way he simply stood up as he shifted your legs to wrap around his waist and turned to set you on the ledge. “Is the air too cold for this?”

“I have a feeling you can take care of that,” you grinned, accepting his arms around your shoulders as he bent for another taste of your lips. All his residual body heat was keeping you warm and even if it wasn’t, your mind was decidedly on other things for the entire time his mouth was on yours. 

Suddenly, your phone’s alarm sounded and you jumped, knocking your head against his once again.

“Shit! Sorry! That caught me by surprise,” you apologized.

“That phone seems to cause you more trouble than it’s worth,” he teased, letting you free so you could stand up and grab your cell from the bag.

“Oh, I'd rather say this phone has provided me a unique experience," you replied before glancing down to silence the alarm. "Oh…fuck,” you tried to keep your flash of concern to a whisper but Henry heard.

“Everything alright?” he asked, already slipped back into the warm water where you also wished you could be at the moment.

“Uh, yeah. It’s…oh, god. I swear. You are going to think I am just trying to take all kinds of advantage of you,” you offered, while wrapping yourself in a towel to stay warm.

“I mean, I’m not exactly protesting here, am I?”

“No, I suppose not. But this whole day is just..okay, well it was supposed to be an anniversary date, if you recall. So what’s happening now is that we need to pack up and head back to the house because in sixty minutes I have a massage booked.” You grimmaced, hoping it didn’t sound like just another excuse to be next-to-naked next to Henry Cavill. “I could just cancel, eat the fee, it’s not a big deal…”

“Absolutely not. Unless that’s what you want to do. This is your day, right?” He watched you nod. “And do you want to have a massage?”

What you wanted was to continue your time with Henry in a hot spring, but you had also shelled out some major bucks to schedule two in-home 90-minute massages for you and your dolt of an ex. Canceling now would mean losing the entire fee. And Henry was here for another two weeks. There’d be plenty of time to get back here, literally and figuratively, if that’s where things were really going to head.

Plus, the stress of everything over the last several months left you longing for the sensation of palms and knuckles and fingers kneading into deep tissue to release stubborn tension. You could send one of them home, maybe. Eat that cost. Unless…

“Would you be interested in one as well?”

Henry paused for a moment. “There might be some things to consider with that…ah, fuck it. Why not?”

Chapter 3

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[sister-lucifer]

hey yk how u did that dry humping with lucifer from obey me can u do it but with belphie or asmodeus

Inexplicably Needy 

Read the Lucifer version here 

Asmodeus* x Male reader

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Asmodeus can’t hold back, he needs you to make him cum now, in any way possible 

Content/Warnings: dry humping, thigh riding, a hint of dom reader

*Asmodeus is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns 

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Asmodeus was certainly no stranger to arousal. There was always a little thumping beat in the back of his head that gave his cheeks a little flush, but that was normal for the Avatar of Lust. There were a few times, though, where Asmodeus forgot to tend to his sexual health. Sometimes he would get too busy with schoolwork or photoshoots or modeling gigs and he simply could not make time for his human lover or to visit the succubi. Usually it would only take a day to two for her to feel better, but if left unchecked it could have visceral physical consequences.

That was how she found herself here, whimpering in a mess of blankets on her bed while knuckle deep in her cunt. She had been trying and trying for hours now, but no matter how many toys she used or how deep she hit with her fingers nothing would give her release. He grew more frustrated with each failed attempt, desperate tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he practically wailed in desperation. 

She had spam texted you over and over again, but you hadn’t even seen her messages. It seemed your errands were keeping you busy, and Asmo had given up on reaching you. He would simply have to wait for you to come home, however long that may be. Fortunately, only a few moments after he had retracted his hand, staring at it as it glistened wetly in the light, she heard a familiar voice from outside her door.

“Asmodeus, I’m home! I—“ You stopped dead in your tracks as you took in the scene in front of you. 

Asmodeus, legs spread wide and bottom half completely naked, blankets and sheets and pillows all strewn about carelessly, her needy pussy soaking the bed beneath her. 

“Oh, human! I need you, I need you now!” He whined, holding his arms out to you but unable to move himself from the bed. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed, opening your mouth to ask Asmo what she needed but you didn’t get the chance before she was climbing into your lap. Her bare cunt rubbed against your leg, leaving a wet spot on your pants where she was desperately grinding into you. 

“What took you so long, human?!” He yelped, voice shaky as he wrapped his arms around you. “I messaged you a million times!” 

“I’m so sorry, Asmo. My DDD died while I was out,” You explained. “But I’m here now, and I want to help. Wouldn’t you rather ride m—“

Asmodeus cut you off, breaths heavy and loud with her strain. 

“I’ve been trying for so long, human! I’ve been doing everything I could to cum but I couldn’t; I want your cock, really I do, but I just need to cum first…” 

You could see how desperate she was. Even in your most intense sessions Asmodeus always kept some composure, but this was something entirely new. He was rutting into you like crazy, every little movement making him mewl with long awaited pleasure. He rocked your body along with his from the sheer force and speed of his actions. 

You sighed, leaning back on your hands and letting him brace himself against your chest. One hand came down to toy with his clit, making him arch his back. 

“Yes, yes! More, baby, please!” She pleaded as she pushed against your touch as much as she could. “Oh yes, that’s exactly what I need!” 

You could feel him soaking through the fabric of your pants into your bare leg. Maybe it was just a magic demon thing, but god did he get crazy wet. Not that it wasn’t incredibly arousing, of course. You could even hear the soft, wet squelching noises his cunt made every time he pushed into your thigh. 

He began to push on your chest, encouraging you to lay back. You took the hint, relaxing into the welcoming feeling of the lavish bed. Asmodeus shifted a bit, moving up and instead positioning her bare cunt over your bulge that was now straining against your pants so hard you could’ve popped the zipper. 

Her excited grinding had you gripping onto her out of instinct. It was like Asmo’s lust and need was rubbing off onto you, making you feel confined in your clothes that had fit comfortably just a few minutes ago. 

She leaned down to pull you into a deep kiss, waisting no time pushing her tongue past your lips. She held your face with one hand and your hair with the other, giving it a tug every now and then. He moaned your name against your lips, intertwined with soft pleas for more. 

You grabbed her hips and began guiding them, pressing them hard into your bulge and forcing a broken moan from her throat. He buried his face in your neck as he whispered out a warning of his fast approaching release. 

“Oh, I’m gonna cum…finally, finally…o-oh…” 

Normally Asmodeus had a much better tolerance, but even he had his limits. He wasn’t going to hold himself back from this, he needed it, and you would gladly let him have it. 

“Go on then, Asmo. Make yourself cum.” 

Asmodeus shuttered at the filthy words, a lopsided, love-drunk smile crossing her face. 

“Oh, my human, you know just what I need to hear…” 

It wasn’t long before his whimpers and whines were crescendoing into wails. He cried out your name with the last of his voice, still grinding his hips with devilish fervor until his orgasm had completely finished. Even then, he couldn’t help but buck into you every now and then. She has never, not in a thousand years been rocked by pleasure the way she was then.

It was magical. 

You allowed her to catch her break for a few moments before speaking.

“You alright, princess?“ 

She nodded, melting into your warm body as she finally relaxed. 

“Yes, yes…I’m alright…my, I don’t think i’ve ever experienced anything like that…” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, shifting beneath him and bringing a hand up to stroke his back. 

“Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? I’m sure you feel much better.” 

“Oh, no!” Asmodeus protested, making you quirk a brow in confusion. “Not at all! After everything I’ve been through alone, you owe me much more than that. I’m thinking…one orgasm for every S.O.S. message I didn’t get a reply to?” 

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PR OR MORE • KYLIAN MBAPPE | part two

SUMMARY: you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....

Part one🔥

WARNING: kinda steamy

PAIRING: kylian mbappe x f reader

WORD COUNT: 800+

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After your event with Kylian you were finally able to get a week long break from seeing his face While he went back to playing on the field and training. You were happy you didn’t have to be around him 24/7, but a little bitty part of you missed him. Just a small part.

While you and him were apart you got a couple things done. Did some photo shoots and gave a few interviews. Kylian didn’t cloud your mind which was nice. Soon your week break from each other ended and you had to go back to being around him. Ugh.

Kylian was coming over to discuss Some things with you for your next pr stunt. You cleaned your place and got dressed in a nice skirt and black blouse. Not for him of course.. but for yourself.

After a 30 minute wait of sitting on your couch, there was a knock on your door. You got up ignoring your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

Opening the door you were meet with Kylian on the other side.

“Hi.” You squeaked out. God he looked so fucking amazing right in front of you. He had on a simple pair of jeans, a tee shirt and a hat. It was so casual yet you fucking loved.

“Let’s get this over with. The faster we do, the faster I can get out of your hair. Kylian brushed past you into your house. You shut the door.

When you reached the living room kylian was sitting on your couch, arm propped up on the back of the couch as he looked at you with a smirk.

“what?”

You sat down beside him giving him a confused look. “nothing. Ok, now for our next stunt we have to go out and act like we’re shopping and getting dinner together.” Kylian said as he looked at you.

“ok.. so we’ll do that. I don’t get why you had to come over to tell me that.”

“I came over because our management said we needed to kiss more. It creates buzz and it makes people believe it’s realistic. I wanted to make sure you were ok with that not over text but in person.”

Once again butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You swallowed hard trying to play off the fluttering in your stomach. “well that’s very nice of you.”

You sighed. “im ok with it.” You said softly.

“great!” kylian moved so that his arms were now on his lap and not on the back of the couch. “just one small problem.. you suck at kissing.”

“What?! I do not!”

You looked at kylian dumbfounded. No way did he just say you sucked at kissing.

“you do amour. You’re so awkward.” Kylian pressed his lips together and shook his head. You scuffed.

“I was under pressure. For your information I can fucking kiss kylian.”

“Then show me.”

His comment caught you off guard. “what?”

“Show me and I’ll be the judge Amore.”

You sat frozen. Kylian wanted you to kiss him right now. Your heart in your chest pounded against your rib.

“fine” you forced out softly. Ignoring your pounding chest you inched closer to kylian. His eyes stalked you. It was like he was doing it in a seductive way.

You flickered your gaze from kylian lips and eyes. You never realized how soft his lips and inviting his lips looked. God you wanted to kiss them a million times.. fuck no you don’t .

Before you could chicken out you captured kylian lips with your. The kiss started off slow. Your lips moved with his in a soft slow motion. It almost felt like teasing.

It started to pick up. Kylian hand found your cheek, he pulled you further into his lips. You can tell he didn’t want you to pull away.

His tongue soon slipped into your mouth, colliding with yours. The feeling of his warm tongue against yours made you clench your legs.

Kylian hand was no longer on your face. Somewhere in the middle of your make out session it found the part between your chin and neck.

Despite how much you wanted to keep kissing him you had to pull away for air.

Kylian watched as you caught your breath. A little smirk played on his as he watched.

“So.” You looked at him. “am I a bad kisser?”

Kylian shook his head. “no. I’ve underestimated you.”

“Mhm yeah.” You laughed and stood up. “ok! Time for you to leave. I’m tired and we got a big day tomorrow so get out.”

You pointed to the door. Kylian looked at you with a slight disappointment on his face almost making you regret telling him to leave.

He got up and walked. You followed behind until he was out of the door and standing on your porch.

“so I’ll see you tomorrow around 3:30 right?” he asked you. a simple nodded from you was all kylian needed from you. “Alright then. See you tomorrow amore.”

Kylian walked to his car. You waited until he was in it before you shut the door.

A loud groan fell from your lips before you muttered a bunch of curse words to yourself. You were in too deep and you knew it. You were starting to like kylian and you fucking hated it so much.

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[tiikerikani]

"I feel that it is time for me to pursue another opportunity that is more aligned with my career goals and values"

I’m 100% quitting my job if they require us to use Gen AI

They did, so I quit. I gave my one months' notice today and will start New Job near the end of next month. Of course I have to credit random Recruiter Guy for showing up in my life at exactly the right time; I wouldn't have left without an exit plan.

I try to be a principled person and there aren't always opportunities to safely stay true to those principles.

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When Recruiter Guy messaged me on LI last month, I was intrigued that it actually seemed like he'd read my profile (unlike the spammy messages I usually get). I've never worked with a recruiter before, so it was interesting having a sort of agent pitching you to the company and liaising with them instead of having to be persuasive and do all the arrangements on your own.

Since the technical writer role is a new position in this company, I figured that it would mean they would be open to ideas on how to do things and wouldn't be forcing me to use AI things.

When Recruiter Guy asked for my salary expectations, I gave him a number in the middle of the range that was in the job description. The entire salary range is a significant increase over what I'm earning now[1], so I had literally nothing to lose and everything to gain trying for this. He said he'd ask for a bit more than my figure. (And that's what I'll be getting.)

The role would be a massive step up in responsibility for me and I know it's going to be a challenge; as the in-house writer I'd be responsible for maintaining the entire documentation library[2]. In-house writer is actually the role that many technical writers aspire to. You get to work closely with and really know the products you write about, and you can give feedback during the product development process.

I would have asked about it anyway, but the interviewer wanted my thoughts about using AI, and I said something along the lines of "I know people who do, but I do not because I trust my writing skills and good writing that gets taken seriously needs to have a touch that only a human writer can provide." She agreed that AI text sounds really obviously fake, so I took this as a good sign.

There was a small sample task that I had to do on my own time (given a list of specs, write a brief product description). Not a huge fan of copywriting but a product description is still very factual and not usually trying to sell stuff to people who don't want it. I returned the assignment along with a thank you note for the interview.

The interviewer wanted to speak with one of my references, so I directed her to talk to my master's thesis supervisor. He made such a good impression that she wanted to read my thesis (which IS, in the end, the only formal writing sample I can provide because I can't divulge who I've done work for) and had Recruiter Guy set up a chat for me with their HR person. Whom I spoke to on Good Friday because it wasn't a public holiday in their country and I didn't have big plans for the Easter weekend anyway and I just really wanted to move the process forward as quickly as possible. They were also extremely impressed and went back to Recruiter Guy right away, who then called me that afternoon. I'm sure he would not have done this if he wasn't optimistic about my application since he was very well aware that it was a public holiday for me.

So yeah, I got the offer email just as I was about to leave for the concert last Thursday, and I wrote back immediately to accept it. Recruiter Guy called me as I was getting out of the metro and I really hate talking on the phone in public, but THIS WAS IMPORTANT ENOUGH for an exception. We discussed the start date and agreed that I could have a gap week in between to just...catch my breath and rest a bit.

New Job is a hybrid workplace and they expect people to come to the office at least a couple of times a week, so I hope some social life and networking can actually happen??? Their products include hardware devices so it also makes sense that I need to physically be there to examine the things to document them properly.

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[1] With the amount of experience I have now, with a job that requires a university degree and specialized language skills, and living in the Helsinki area, I should NOT be earning BELOW the national median wage (across all industries)!!!

[2] A recurring theme in my art and what I try to do with it is wanting to be seen, so it would mean a lot to me to be able to point to my work and say "I did this," rather than writing anonymously as a contractor.

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The Grass Is Always Greener

Frankie "Catfish" Morales X Actress!Reader Past! Actor!Bucky Barnes X Actress!Reader

Bucky had torn your life apart piece by piece, the day you're finally sick of being nothing more than his puppet you decide to leave, is it true when they say the grass is greener on the other side?

a/n:y'all this fic has consumed my every waking thought lmao, I've had this idea for WEEKS and just finally got the time to sit down and write. as always feedback is highly appreciated, if you like my work and would like to request something my inbox is open, the list of characters i wrote for is on my masterlist(except Eddie, I think that was a one off)but alas here we are! WARNINGS:mentions of drug use, infedelity, Bucky being VERY OOC(it only worked in the fic if he was OOC so bear with me), Frankie being soft as a marshmallow wc:7,788

Bucky Barnes was a man sought after, someone you had watched from the sidelines for years, wondering when it would finally be your turn. Had you known he was going to slide up to your side, whispering sweet nothings until you gave in and accepted the date. Which didn’t take much thought on your end, not when those piercing blue eyes were staring back at your own. He’d been the perfect boyfriend, showing you off to the paparazzi each time they tried to corner the pair of you. The topic of marriage and children was constantly thrown at the pair of you, would you finally get married? Have a few children that would end up growing up and become actors like yourselves? 

You refused to answer anyone about your future with Bucky, hell you were unsure if things would work out yourself. You were both actors, choosing a life in front of the camera wasn’t always the easiest. Bucky would have time off when you were filming, and vice versa. There were a few times you’d both had a few weeks off together, running off to spend what little time you had. Of course that was until Bucky stopped answering your calls or texts, instead choosing to stay out with his friends and party all night.

His face would be plastered all over the internet, his hands roaming all over some other woman’s body while he stumbled drunkenly down the street. The drugs were more evident, white powder underneath his nose, pupils blown wide as he smiled in each new photo. The girls tagged him every time he went out, bragging about how good of a night they spent with him. Bucky lied, acting like you were talking crazy instead of admitting to being unfaithful, as if the proof wasn’t right in front of your face.

His agent had sent him to rehab, only for him to sign himself back out the same day, in the club the very same night. It was slowly starting to tear you apart, lying to your friends that you were doing just fine when you clearly weren’t. His friends had made snide comments, posting instagram stories with different pictures of Bucky with even more women. They knew all about his cheating, and encouraged every bit of it from day one. 

You’d been subtle about wanting to leave, to break off the relationship without it blowing up in your face. Of course that was never how things worked out, was it? Bucky took the breakup a lot harder than you’d expected, he nearly tore apart his apartment while blaming you. He’d treated you like nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe, and yet you were the bad guy? After posting that you two were going to take a small break, everyone started to side with Bucky, saying that you were clearly only with him for his fame. It was downright disgusting, you had more acting credits and awards than Bucky could even blink at, and yet you were the bad guy.

“It’s not fair! I have been nothing but faithful our entire relationship while you’re out fucking every woman who throws themselves your way!” You were sick and tired of being beaten down by Bucky, by the people he called his friends.

“And yet you’re the one who wants to leave! Don’t come crying to me when they say the things about you,” Bucky snarled, ready to rip the clothes out of your grip as you stuffed your suitcase full.

Bucky’s cat, or better named his agent's cat seeing as Tony was the only person to ever actually take care of the poor animal, was sitting on the windowsill, watching you two argue. Alpine was the only reason you hadn’t caused a scene, you weren’t going to do that to an innocent animal. The only person who deserved to deal with Bucky’s consequences was himself, no one else.

“I am leaving James, I am fucking leaving this hell hole and going where no one can find me,” Now that might have been a small white lie, you weren’t entirely sure where you were going to go yet. 

Bucky reached over to grab your arm, frowning harder as you pulled away just out of his reach, he wouldn’t put his hands on you ever again.

“If you lay so much as one hand on me I will tell everyone about what happened in Cancun,” It was a low blow, something that had been a complete accident.

His face went white as a ghost, you’d really hold over his head the fact that he’d knocked up two different women in Cancun, and told them both to get abortions because he “didn’t want to ruin his life”. Now it would only slow him down for a week, he’d be back doing the same exact thing before anyone could even hold him accountable.

“You have no right, Tony helped keep those girls silent anyway, bringing it up will just look bad on you anyway,” Bucky smirked, almost proud of himself for finding a way around your little ‘trick’.

“You really think Tony convinced two different women to terminate their pregnancy knowing full well they could get a DNA test and prove to the world that you’re the dad? Be real James,” You zipped the suitcase closed, pulling it off the bed and dragging it out towards the living room.

Bucky didn’t need to know you were lying, didn’t need to know the actual truth about the two girls he’d left behind after a three month bender. The girls had gotten plenty of money, living lavish lifestyles while Bucky was none the wiser.

“If you take one step out of that door, I will make sure your career is ruined,” You knew it wasn’t an empty threat, Bucky never hesitated to try and take out the people who’d wronged him. How were you even considered an exception?

“Go ahead, I don’t need this life anymore,” You felt lighter after leaving, the weight on your shoulders suddenly gone as you headed down to the busy streets outside.

Everything after that was a blur, getting into the taxi with your bags, uttering out the name for LAX. The driver didn’t try to make small talk, something you were beyond thankful for as talking was the last thing you wanted to do. He got a generous tip out of you, thanking you before driving off to help anyone else who might need it. The airport was busy, as you had expected considering it was LA and was always crazy.

The woman who’d handed you the plane ticket looked as if she was trying not to fangirl, keeping her composure as she printed the ticket, waiting for your credit card to be approved before handing it over. Normally you would’ve offered to take a photo with them, but after the nightmare that was dealing with Bucky, you couldn’t risk it.

“Where the hell am I even going again?” You muttered glancing down at the ticket in your hand, Tampa, Florida.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been there before, had you ever gone? Surely there had been some movie that you filmed, or even a tv show. Maybe it would be more serene in Florida, at least in your hotel room away from Bucky and his bullshit. Even having nothing more than a few days off would be absolute heaven, no one to scream in your face about the next upcoming project.

Your phone had been off from the moment you left Bucky’s apartment(you had packed the few things you’d left at his home, not even caring that the luggage you currently had was his), it was nice not having to worry. The pilot's voice came over the intercom, letting everyone know they were going to be landing soon. The stewardess’ made their final rounds before seating themselves, getting ready to land and help everyone off the plane.

It would definitely do some good, the air in LA was too smoggy, wrapping around you like a thick wool blanket. Of course that wasn’t to say Florida would be any better, it could be worse for all you knew. It didn’t matter though, as long as you could just destress and deal with everything later that was all that mattered. The plane's wheels hit the tarmac, bringing you back to reality as you glanced around at everyone else.

After grabbing your suitcase and backpack you made your way off the plane, ready to get to a hotel that had an available room, something that would suffice. Thankfully there were plenty of hotel rooms for rent, according to the listings you’d seen online. You didn’t hesitate to head out to one of the ones nearby, paying the taxi driver handsomely and heading into the prestige building. It felt selfish, you were tempted to tell the concierge to bill Bucky for the entire trip, lord knows he could afford a few thousand dollars.

Your bags dropped off in the room, you headed out to see what the town had to offer, maybe a coffee would be good, something comforting. The air was thick, not as bad as back home which you were thankful for. It was nearing November though, so maybe that explained the lack of humidity in the air, the way you could breathe so easily. Things were finally looking up, Bucky would soon be a distant memory.

Of course that was before you collided with a very firm chest, nearly falling back onto your ass before two hands wrapped around your waist pulling you flush to said chest. A little girl right next to you and the stranger was laughing, her smile was wide, the sound catching the attention of passerby’s.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going, Ava get over here please,” The man gently let go of your arms, making sure that you could stand on your own before taking a couple steps back. 

Ava, the little girl he’d addressed just moments ago, clung to the man’s side, hiding her face in his stomach. If you didn’t know any better you would say she was nervous, though the man in front of you seemed even moreso.

“Don’t apologize, I wasn’t paying attention either, my heads been up in the clouds all day,” You hadn’t wanted to admit that you were running away because of your ex, it felt weird to tell a stranger.

“Still, let me get you a coffee as an apology, please,” You’d wanted to say no, to tell this stranger that you were perfectly fine, but something about his gaze was tearing down the walls you’d built up over the years.

Ava peaked around the man whose name you still hadn’t learned, people grumbled angrily as they walked around the three of you. This was starting to look a little embarrassing, soon enough someone was going to start a fight.

“Sorry! Names Frankie, I should’ve led with that,” Frankie’s laugh was contagious, bringing out a laugh of your own.

“Nice to meet you Frankie, and Ava,” You knelt down til you were eye level with the little girl, waiting to see if she would be comfortable enough to talk to you.

Frankie mirrored your position, whispering something to the young girl before nudging her towards you. Ava lifted her gaze until it landed on yours, her eyes held all the wonder in the world.

“Are you miss Sarah from Sesame Street?” That was one of your absolute favorite roles, getting to be in a show that helped influence kids in a healthy way.

“Yes I am, it’s nice to meet you miss Ava,” You couldn’t stop smiling, this day was getting better by the second.

You talked with Ava for a few more minutes, remembering that you were indeed still in the middle of the sidewalk. Maybe it would be better to get that coffee that Frankie was offering. You slipped your hand into your pocket, powering on your phone before straightening back up to acknowledge Frankie. Your phone started going off immediately, buzzing incessantly in your pocket.

“I’ll take up your offer on that coffee, if you don’t mind,” Frankie held out his free arm, keeping Ava tucked into his side.

“Let’s go darling,” You wrapped an arm around the one Frankie had extended, letting the taller man lead the way.

You sighed softly, this wasn’t exactly how you’d planned for your day to go, but there were definitely worse things that could happen. Mainly Bucky airing out all of your dirty laundry after you fled from LA to the humid air of Tampa, Florida. Well, that was a lie, you were thankful that you’d accidentally run into Frankie that fateful day. His daughter had been the first person to recognize you, starring in one of her favorite tv shows she stood frozen staring at you.

He had tried to keep his cool, reining his daughter in so she wasn’t announcing to everyone within a hundred yards of who you were. It was sweet. Which was why you’d accepted Frankie’s offer of getting a coffee. He’d nearly knocked you flat on your ass, trying to pay more attention to his daughter who was holding his hand as if it were her lifeline. She whispered her name after Frankie nudged her towards you gently, of course he introduced himself right after. You were smitten within those first few seconds, from the way little Ava bounced excitedly, to the way Frankie and you had locked eyes.

Ava had dragged you over to a table while Frankie offered to get the drinks and snacks, mainly a cookie and a cup of milk for Ava, and a couple of coffees for you and him. You had been trying to avoid looking at social media at all costs, leaving your poor agent to deal with the havoc that Bucky was causing.

“Sorry about the wait ladies, the line was longer than I had anticipated,” Frankie set down the drinks, followed by Ava’s two cookies. She waited patiently for Frankie to slide everything over to her.

“Such a well behaved daughter, definitely gets it from you,” You giggled as Frankie’s cheeks flamed up, he hadn’t been flirted with in so long.

Frankie plopped down opposite you, letting out a groan when his knees had cracked as he sat down in the chair. It nearly made you burst out laughing, it was just such a dad thing for him to do.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard all the dirty details of why i’m out here,” You grimaced, pulling your cup closer to the edge of the table.

“If you couldn’t tell from my amazing good looks, and my little girl right here, I don’t use social media except to post pics of her,” Frankie gestured with his left hand to Ava who was breaking off small bits of her cookie to eat.

Frankie helped her sip the milk, making sure she didn’t spill any of it onto her shirt or pants. He had been carrying a bag with a few of her things in it, but none of those were clothes. Ava had gotten better at drinking from cups without a straw, and this was the first real test. You watched the pair with what could be considered lovestruck eyes. He was so gentle with her, never rushing her when she wanted to take her time.

Frankie noticed the children's area tucked in the back corner of the cafe, the many array of books and crayons splayed out caught his attention for more than one reason. Ava had more energy than Frankie could handle at times, and if this helped keep her distracted, well maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Why don’t you go play in the corner sweetheart? We’re going grocery shopping after here and I know you’re not the biggest fan of that,” Your heart soared, was it destiny that brought the two of you together?

“Okay daddy,” Ava scooted off her chair slowly, running off towards the small play area the moment her feet hit the ground. Frankie had a perfect view of her, and would be able to easily hold conversation with you.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, spilling all the dirty details of how horribly you were treated by Bucky, the way his friends would hide him sneaking off with multiple women. It didn’t get by everyone, anyone with a smartphone and a social media account would snap a pic and upload it immediately. It was when you found out he’d been sleeping with his ex that you took off, locking up your apartment and getting on the first plane out of California.

You were mainly thankful you and Bucky hadn’t moved in together, mainly on his insistence that the two of you worked too much to see one another right now. How could someone lie so often that they couldn’t even tell the truth anymore? He was on a smearing campaign because you hadn’t returned his calls, meanwhile there were pictures of him practically fucking women in public.

“Bucky was the first person to really try and get to know me, had I known who he truly was deep down I would’ve never accepted that date from him,” You had hated the mere idea of ever speaking to him again, but you weren’t about to take this all lying down.

“He sounds like a grade A asshole if you ask me,” Frankie sipped at his coffee, eyes glancing between you and where Ava was.

You laughed, something you’d normally find mortifying had you let out the noise in public, but for once you actually felt happy. Here was this man you’d run into, literally, taking you out along with his daughter as a way to apologize and he helped you feel better than Bucky ever had. Maybe this was what you’d needed, not someone famous that the tabloids could exploit.

Your phone had been going off nearly nonstop, buzzing incessantly as you had gone about your day before running into Frankie and Ava. You had been fighting every single urge to take out your phone and see what was going on, what else had Bucky said?

“I am so sorry, do you mind if I turn my phone off? It’s been going off like crazy for the last hour and I can’t stand it anymore,” You didn’t want Frankie to think you were annoyed with him, but jeez did that phone need to simply cease to exist.

“No problem, go right ahead,” Frankie had leaned back in his seat, eyes landing back on Ava as she colored in a picture.

Neither of you could tell what it was from the table, but right now your priority was turning off your phone until you were back in the hotel room. Now you were expecting a million different things, Bucky claiming that you had been the unfaithful one in the relationship, that you were off filming a new movie, but what you hadn’t expected were paparazzi shots of you with Frankie and Ava plastered all over his instagram stories.

This is the woman I thought I was giving my heart to, just shows you can’t trust anyone in Hollywood anymore these days. Your heart sank, was he really accusing you of having a double life? When the man in question couldn’t keep it in his pants longer than a few hours? In that moment your fear was no longer about your career, but about how this was going to affect Frankie and Ava, surely her mother would see this and end up trying to get custody again.

“We need to leave, right now,” Don’t start panicking, the last thing you need to do is cause a scene and make this entire situation worse.

“What’s going on?” Frankie knew body language, he didn’t spend years in the army to be blind to someone’s anxiety spiking.

“There’s photos of us all over the internet, my ex is trying to say I was leading a double life and that Ava’s secretly my daughter,” You felt sick, wiping your hands off on your pants as you stood up.

Frankie got out of his chair, going over to grab Ava so you could all sneak out of the cafe and get somewhere safer and more private. The photos had been when you’d first run into one another, nothing recent from your time in the cafe. Once Frankie had Ava in his arms you grabbed a hold of Frankie’s coat and nearly ran out of the cafe.

“Daddy? What’s going on?” Ava was oblivious, something you and Frankie were both beyond thankful for.

“We’re gonna get pizza for dinner instead of going to the store tonight, okay sweetheart?” Ava squealed happily, clearly excited at the idea of getting pizza for dinner.

The three of you didn’t stop until you reached Frankie’s car, slipping into the passenger seat as he loaded Ava into the back, making sure she was buckled before shutting her door and getting in himself. There was no going back from this, you’d have to make a statement telling everyone the truth, and there was no way they’d ever believe you. Bucky was a master manipulator, he’d convince everyone that you were truly the liar and that he was innocent. It didn’t matter how much evidence was stacked against him, no one ever believed the woman.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, I can assure you Ava’s mom isn’t going to freak out because the tabloids tried saying you were her mom, trust me,” Frankie was doing everything he could to comfort you, though he felt as if he was doing a terrible job at the moment.

You smiled softly at him, resting against the window as he drove down the busy streets. He’d mentioned that he and Ava lived on the outskirts, more towards the suburbs where it was less noisy. Maybe that’s why you’d felt so uncomfortable once you’d landed, the sound of the city felt too much like LA, the reminder of why you’d left in the first place. What would their house be like? Was it small and cozy, or more open where Ava could run around for hours without getting tired?

Frankie parked outside of a cozy looking home, slipping out of the truck to grab his daughter and head inside. He didn’t want to rush, or pressure you until you felt comfortable enough to leave. You’d clearly been through a lot and there would be nothing worse than pushing you into entering a stranger's house when you were stressed. 

“We’re gonna give our guest some space okay sweetheart? She’s a little stressed and needs to relax, okay?” Frankie knew Ava wouldn’t overwhelm you, the girl was too smart for her own good, thanks to Frankie of course.

“Okay daddy, can we still get pizza?” He’d promised her at the coffee shop, and he was going to follow through.

Frankie called in to the restaurant, ordering a couple appetizers as well just in case you were hungrier than he anticipated. He didn’t want to make any assumptions, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Plus who doesn’t like cold pizza anyway? He’d eat it for lunch the other day.

You walked into the house slowly, taking in the decor that made up the Morales home. It was nice, had a homey feel that brought a warmth to your chest. Houses in LA never felt like this, with the cold air, and the even colder walls. This was a true home. No wonder Frankie seemed so friendly, his daughter much the same way.

“I ordered some pizza and other food, didn’t know how hungry you were,” Realistically you were exhausted, from the jet lag that was suddenly hitting you, to the realization of what you’d done.

“I am pretty hungry actually, I didn’t exactly eat before flying out here,” All you’d had since arriving was the cup of coffee Frankie had ordered you.

Frankie opened his mouth to respond, a loud knocking on the door interrupting him before he could say anything. He apologized before heading over and opening to see who it was, he’d had a thought to slam the door before realizing it was just Santi standing on the other side. He looked downright nervous, shit had he seen the photos online?

“Santiago, what’s going on?” Frankie tried to keep you hidden with his body, maybe the other man would leave before he realized you were inside. “Really? That’s how you want to start this conversation? I see photos of you plastered online hanging out with Y/N fucking Y/L/N, and that’s how you address this?” Santi didn’t seem angry more than he seemed exasperated.

Frankie sighed, pushing the door open further to reveal you standing in the living room talking with Ava, your head thrown back with a laugh. There was a conversation he wasn’t a part of but it looked like things hadn’t exploded too badly. Santi pushed past him gently, not wanting to catch your attention seeing as you were doing everything you could to make Ava laugh.

“She wouldn’t even let me hold her without crying for months, and yet here she is making a brand new friend,” Santi turned to face Frankie, hoping for some kind of explanation.

Frankie, under the pressure of his best friend's intense stare, spilled everything, from accidentally running into you, to finding out about what your ex had been posting online. It was as if the damn holding everything back had given way. He’d tell Benny, and Will later in the groupchat to help keep them up to date.

“That sounds much more lame than what I’d pictured on the drive over here,” Santi snickered at Frankie’s expression.

“Now that’s just insulting, it’s not everyday my daughter meets one of her idols,” Frankie took a quick glance at you and Ava, smiling softly to himself.

Santi knew right away his best friend was smitten with you, it was written all over his face as he watched you interact with Ava. Frankie had never let anyone else get close to Ava, not unless he felt things between them could be serious enough. No one ever came close to that, not until today.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make sure she stays safe, from what I’ve been reading poor girls been through enough as it is,” Santi had such a bleeding heart, whether it was his friends, or his goddaughter, he was going to do whatever it took to make sure everyone was happy and safe.

Frankie knew better than to thank him, Santi would just brush off his woes and go on about his day as if this were just another Tuesday for him. If word got to the Miller brothers who knows what kind of havoc they were going to cause. It was all fine though, everything was going to work out and be just fine.

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You watched horrified as Bucky spewed nothing but lies on the late night talk show, claiming you had run off with Frankie, hiding a secret family with the man. How the hell could one person be such an asshole? Well, that didn’t narrow it down when most men in Hollywood would rather treat everyone they came into contact with like shit. Bucky had been so different in the beginning, but once his true colors came out you weren’t surprised to find out the truth. Frankie took everything in stride, laughing at the paparazzi when they tried to snap pictures of him.

He refused to tell the tabloids anything, arms full of bags as he bought enough food to feed a small army. Santi, Will, and Benny had all made themselves comfortable in his house while you were there. Frankie offered the spare bedroom the moment he found out you were spending money on a hotel room you didn’t plan on staying in. You refused at first, telling Frankie that you didn’t want to take up too much of his space.

“You’re wasting money on a hotel, plus Ava likes having you around when I have to go to work, it’s a total win,” Frankie held his hands up, feigning innocence.

You couldn’t deny him after that, checking out at the hotel and putting your things into the spacious guest room. Ava had snuck into your room the next morning, whispering that her daddy was downstairs making breakfast for everyone. Santiago was still snoring on the couch, the two Miller brothers already gone for work.

“Ava leave our guest alone! If you’re going to bother anyone bother Uncle Santi, lord knows he shouldn’t be sleeping still,” Frankie flipped over another pancake, beaming proudly when it wasn’t burnt.

Cooking for himself had been easy, but cooking for multiple people was a bigger task he hadn’t anticipated. Ava wasn’t too picky, choosing easy things he could make, or even a bowl of cereal before sending her off to pre-school while he went to work. Now with you, and the other three, staying at his house he’d started planning differently. Ava was reveling in the fact her dad was cooking everyday, eating until her belly was full and crawling all over her uncle.

“I have the day off, I told my boss I had some things I need to work through and I’ll be back next week.” You’d told Frankie not to worry about you during the days he was gone, that you could handle being alone for a few hours.

That was before the other three had moved themselves in, Santiago making his presence known right away. Man was a bigger flirt than any man you’d ever met before. Frankie hadn’t taken kindly to Santi getting friendly with you, especially if you didn’t plan on staying. Will had been a little apprehensive, feeling you out to see what your intentions were. Benny welcomed you with open arms, claiming you were already officially part of the family.

“You didn’t have to do that, I would’ve been fine hanging out with Ava for a couple of hours,” You had taken her to preschool a few times over the last few weeks.

Frankie was thankful for it, especially the days he’d accidentally overslept and was running late for work, Santi was usually yelling at him for oversleeping too, blaming Frankie for why they were both about to be late. Santiago had a perfectly good phone to set for his alarms, but of course he was going to blame Frankie.

“Yeah, but with you talking about doing that instagram thing, I’ll be able to keep Ava busy so she isn’t too loud,” Oh, that’s right.

You had planned on doing an Instagram live, telling everyone the truth with all the screenshots and photos to back you up. They didn’t need to know about the man you were currently residing with, or the fact that you had slowly started to fall in love with him. It didn’t take much for your heart to soar when you were alone together, Frankie asking things about your life no one ever had before. It was genuine interest whenever you sat together late at night, sitting together with a plate of cookies between you. 

“I’m not even sure I want to go through with it anymore, he’s still trying to go on a smear campaign,” There was a chance this could all blow up in your face, that no one would believe you and would in turn take Bucky’s side in all of this.

“That’s because he’s trying to save his own ass, doesn’t want everyone to know he’s a piece of shit,” Frankie knew everything, your talk in the coffee shop was just a small drop in the ocean of memories.

Frankie had wanted to fly to LA and beat the man black and blue for how he had treated you, downright disgusted by the other man's actions. You convinced him to stay home, that Ava didn’t need her dad getting arrested so far from home. He had relented after a few minutes, taking in your words and realizing that you were ultimately right. That didn’t mean he kept his mouth shut online, he was careful not to say anything that could do any damage.

“Let’s just hope Santi’s not snoring in the background, lord knows he’s louder than a damn chainsaw,” Frankie snickered to himself, finishing up the last of the pancakes.

That seemed to wake up the other man, stretching along the couch before standing up with a long drawn out groan. Frankie still didn’t understand why he took the couch when there was a perfectly good bed in the bedroom downstairs. You were in the room next to Ava’s which conveniently was right across from Frankie’s.

“I know you’re talking shit Morales, don’t make me fight you,” Santi’s voice was thick with sleep, body moving lethargically as he made his way into the kitchen.

Ava was already in her seat, waiting patiently for Frankie to cut up her pancakes so she could eat. Santi made himself a plate, piling the pancakes til they looked ready to fall over onto the floor beneath him.

“Save some for the guest! Goddamn man,” Frankie had been teaching Ava how to speak Spanish from the day she was born, so unfortunately being around Santi brought out the worst in him.

He wasn’t about to start teaching Ava how to swear in Spanish solely so he could yell at his best friend without you knowing what he was saying. It worked in his favor sometimes, Ava curled up in your lap while Frankie and Santi had an intense conversation in a language you hopefully didn’t understand.

“You made plenty Frankie, thank you by the way,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbing a plate to get yourself some of the delicious looking pancakes.

Frankie stood frozen where he was, cheeks heating up as realization dawned on him, you’d kissed him, or his cheek at least. He had been so nervous to overstep his boundaries, and here you were kissing his cheek as if you didn’t care. Santiago caught the look on his face, smirking before stuffing his mouth full of pancake. He’d definitely be grilling his friend about you even harder.

“I called my agent last night and told her what I planned on doing, she’s in full support,” You were nervous, downright terrified at the thought of millions of people watching the live.

“You’re going to do great, I believe in you,” Frankie’s face was still flushed, plating up some pancakes for himself.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch, Frankie telling Ava that they were going to head out while you did your live and get groceries for the week. Santiago offered to go with them, wanting to give you as much privacy as they could allow. It was the nicest gesture you’d had in a while, save for cashiers not outright screaming when you went off into the real world. Once Frankie had gotten the dishes washed, and Ava ready, plus himself, they headed out. It was finally time to face your biggest fear.

The camera was set up, you were streaming from your laptop so you could have your phone available in case you needed it for whatever reason. The timer counted down as you watched nervously, the word LIVE flashing for a brief moment before the viewers started to skyrocket. You were at nearly two million viewers within the first minute. You started off slow, anyone who’d seen your movies or shows would know who you were, but dammit you didn’t want to ruin this. Everyone deserves to know who the real Bucky Barnes was, a narcissistic asshole that wanted nothing more than to cause pain to everyone he came into contact with.

“That’s why I left, why I haven’t been posting on my socials in weeks. I understand that by letting him say the things he did that everyone is going to have their opinion about me, and I’m setting the record straight,” The words flowed like water, you held up page after page of evidence of his cheating, drug use, and downright foul behavior.

Frankie watched for a few minutes, hiding in his truck as Santi took Ava into a bookstore, promising her a gift if she gave her daddy some alone time. She thought nothing of it, happily following behind her uncle into the store.

“I’ve been staying with someone since I got here, it had actually been an accident really, we ran into one another while going about our days. His daughter was so sweet, god I can still hear the way she laughed at the way her dad and I did this awkward tango,” You laughed breathily, face flushing for a brief moment at the memory.

“Bucky was already posting all of these lies about me, saying that I had been leading a double life with a man I’d met no more than an hour prior. I felt the need to protect them from Bucky’s hateful words, make sure his little girl didn’t see what was being said,” Your eyes lifted back to the camera.

Frankie felt captivated, it was almost as if he was hypnotized in that very moment, hanging onto every word you had to say. You’d already exposed your ex for the person he truly was, so where else could you go?

“I’ve got to know his daughter, his closest friends, but most of all I’ve gotten to know the man that helped me realize I truly deserved better,” Your eyes welled with tears, it made Frankie even more nervous, where were you going with this?

“As cliche as it sounds, I’ve fallen in love with him, someone who sees me as more than just a pretty face, or a famous name on a movie screen. And frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You smirked, wiping away the tears that dripped onto your cheeks.

Frankie snickered to himself, heart pounding in his chest at the realization that you returned the feelings he had for you. There was no better feeling than what was currently rushing through his body, well maybe the first time he got to hold his daughter, but this was surely a close second.

“That’s all I have to say in this situation, I know exactly where I stand and I’ll be damned if I let a man take my life away from me, goodbye everyone,” The live ended, leaving Frankie’s screen black before he clicked out of the app.

Santiago gave it a few extra minutes before leaving the shop with Ava, hoisting the bag of books and toys she’d got higher up on his arm. He knew right away that Frankie was crying, unsure whether they were happy tears or not. Santi opened the door, letting Ava crawl into her seat and buckling her up nice and snug. Frankie wiped at his eyes, breath shuddering out of his chest as he glanced back at Ava.

“Did you have fun with uncle Santi in there?” Frankie could already see the amount of things Santi had bought, knowing just how whipped his friends were when it came to his daughter.

“Yeah! He got me so many books, and a new teddy bear!” Ava was kicking her feet excitedly, waving her arms as Santi got himself situated.

Frankie didn’t offer conversation, instead keeping quiet on the drive back to his house. Santi could only hope things were good, and that they weren’t about to walk into an active warzone. He spent way too many years in the army for his life to be ended because his best friend fell in love with a woman way too out of his league. Ava nearly threw herself out of the car the moment Frankie stopped, only stopping once Santi gave her hell.

Santi got out of the truck, grabbing Ava and her bag of goodies, leaving Frankie behind to think about his next course of action. You greeted Santi as he walked inside, setting Ava down so she could run off to play with her toys. Frankie took a deep breath, lifting his head high and heading inside to find you.

“Frankie I-” “I love you, I’ve wanted to say it for weeks, but I love you,” The words were out before Frankie could even think about stopping himself.

The smile that stretched across your face could light up the entire world, Frankie’s heart melted in his chest as he pulled you flush to his chest.

“I love you too Frankie, I’m sure you gathered that from watching my live,” You giggled into the fabric of his shirt, there was no other place you’d rather be in that moment.

“You told millions of people you loved me, there’s no taking it back,” Frankie pressed a kiss to your hair, tightening his grip for a brief moment.

Santi was secretly taking photos of the two of you, sending them off to the Miller brothers with the caption “about fucking time!”. What you guys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Well Mr. Morales, I think it’s high time that I post an official picture of us,” You’d already deleted every piece of Bucky off of your social media, not wanting him to taint any part of you.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Frankie pressed his lips to yours, listening as Santi swung himself around the corner to get a picture of the two of you.

You didn’t care at the moment, knowing full well the photos would make their rounds with the boys before it was officially posted by you. It would be a little while before you posted anything about Ava, not wanting to put her in the spotlight. Especially considering you had over twelve million followers on Instagram alone.

Frankie had posted the picture Santiago sent in the groupchat onto his personal instagram first, tagging you without a single fuck to give. You followed suit, posting two separate photos with equally cheesy captions so everyone knew you were serious. It took a little while before you felt comfortable posting Ava, Frankie of course in every picture with her. You’d made your own little family together, deciding to take a step back from acting and re-evaluate everything.

That was all derailed a few years later on Christmas, Ava had run into your and Frankie’s room screaming excitedly that “Santa came! Let’s go!”

You hadn’t wanted to leave the comfort of Frankie’s arms, muttering that it was much too comfortable to leave, and that Ava could wait a few more minutes. Frankie disputed that, you knew deep down you weren’t going to make Ava wait any longer than she had to. So with a groan and a stretch the two of you made your way down to the living room. Ava was patiently waiting for Frankie to separate the gifts, placing most of the pile in front of the young girl. Frankie didn’t hesitate to pile yours nice and high, raising a brow at his own decent pile.

“Go ahead sweetheart, your dad and I will open ours once you’ve opened all of yours,” Ava didn’t waste a single second, ripping open the colorful paper with the utmost glee.

She squealed at each gift, getting more excited with each one, until she got to her last gift and noticed it had your name on it.

“Wait to open that one until your dad opens his from me, it’ll be worth the wait I promise,” You didn’t wait before opening your own gifts, aweing at the framed photo of you, Frankie, and Ava.

The other gifts were so heartfelt you were ready to cry, each one warming your heart more and more. It wasn’t until you’d opened the last one, a hand covering your mouth as you looked down at the ring nestled in the velvet box. Frankie took your hand gently, sliding the ring onto your finger with a silent question in his eyes. You simply nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as you hastily pressed your lips to his.

“Eww! No kissing,” Ava laughed, covering her eyes as you pulled away from Frankie.

“Sorry sweetheart, your daddy just gave me something very special,” You’d tell her all about it after Frankie opened his gifts.

He tore into his own while you and Ava watched, chuckling when he laid the new jacket you’d bought for him along the back of the couch. He’d been complaining how cold it was getting, so you got him a new jacket for when he had to work outside. Now he wouldn’t complain to Santi how he was “freezing his balls off” when they worked together. It wasn’t until he’d gotten to the last gift, a photo nestled inside the small box.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?” Frankie was slack jawed, watching as Ava tore into her own gift from you.

The shirt was a little too big, the front reading “Big sister!” in bright bold font. Ava knew right away what it meant, if her screams of joy that echoed through the house was any indicator. Frankie pulled you into a tight hug, tears of joy sliding down his cheek, letting Ava squirm into the embrace. You’d spill the news to everyone else later, let them know there would be an addition to the Morales family. Instagram, and twitter could definitely wait until you were showing, they didn’t deserve to know until you felt ready. Sure, you had plenty of good fans, but most of them showed their true colors during the Bucky fiasco.

“Why don’t we get some hot chocolate and relax before we have to go to the Millers later?” It was a Christmas tradition, something you’d done two years in a row.

Ava flung herself off the couch, trying to reach her favorite mug so Frankie could get started on his famous hot chocolate.

“Don’t be too long, the couch will get cold without you,” You smirked as Frankie raised a brow, heading into the kitchen to help his daughter.

Sure things could’ve been different had you not left when you did, but you were thankful for that day you’d stood up to Bucky, finally leaving a toxic situation that was slowly draining you. Frankie had helped you realize that you truly did deserve better, that not everyone you came into contact with had bad intentions. And here you were, a ring on your finger as the love of your life, and your step-daughter made her dads famous hot chocolate.

“Merry Christmas to me”

[decadentpandawasteland]

A continuation of my Damien and Rost series, which currently just has a working title of Revenge. It's been a fun thing to work out, as unlike most of my writing, I actually have a vague plan of where I want it to go.

As always, feel free to give me any feedback, and thank you for reading :)

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“Did you ever want to do something different, sir?” The boy barely old enough to be called a man asked, his wide brimmed hat flopped as he bent down to organize books on the shelf.

“Why in the world would I have wanted to do something different?” The ancient man asked. His robes billowed as he reached up and grabbed a book. He glanced through a few pages of text before placing it down on the desk in the middle of the room. “I have riches, influence, and power. All three of which will be yours when your training is done. Of course, it would only be as long as you listen and not ask ridiculous questions like that Nicolas.”

“I’m sorry, Master Quin, I just worry about-” Nicolas said, before Master Quin cut him off.

“Enough of this silliness. Have you found it yet?” He asked, his words carrying a finality to them.

“No sir, nothing yet.” Nicolas responded.

The two men searched for the text as Nicolas thought about his mentor. Quite frankly, Master Quin was a difficult and frustrating individual to be mentored by. The man always gave varying and vague answers to questions, or even avoided answering them at all. He was pompous and by every metric, a gigantic asshole. He was, however, one of the greatest and most powerful sorcerers in the entire kingdom. The only ones that ever seemed to come close to defeating him have been those of The Brood and they slowly seemed to be closing that gap. Master Quin however had heard of a lead, something that he hoped would allow him to fight The Brood and keep his slowly slipping lead in power against them.

The two men searched through the books. Texts of alchemy, biomancy, pyromancy, astral magic, even full bestiaries, but nothing on The Brood. Some of the texts were kept, put on the table, while others were put back.

“Sir, what exactly are we looking for? I see you kept some of the bestiaries and the books on astral magic. Does it have to do with something like that?” Nicolas asked, his hat covering his eyes in shadow.

With a frustrated breath out, Master Quin let out a sigh. “As I’ve told you before Nicolas, we’re looking for anything that could be used against The Brood. The books on astral magic are always welcome as even someone with my caliber of mana control still has difficulty with the more complex spells. If someone happens to be lucky enough to offer any tips I haven’t already thought of myself, well, I’m not a fool to think twice about using them.”

“What about the bestiaries?” Nicolas asked, ignoring the fact that his master had in fact, not, said anything about what they were looking for before.

Master Quin let out another sigh, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Why must you ask such simple questions? Am I truly that much of a failure as your teacher that you can’t infer any information? Fine. This one time I’ll give you a hint. What is The Brood most well known for?”

Nicolas thought about it for a minute. According to rumors, The Brood had originated out of a forest to the south. It was said the founder, someone just referred to as Bastard, had stumbled across a dragon’s egg while exploring an ancient cave system. All that anyone has seen from the group after that has been mass destruction. Entire villages burnt to the ground, caravans carried off into the sky by a creature with leathery wings, and the brutal killing of anyone that crossed them. They had taken control of the villages and small towns in every way but name, as they extorted from the local power players. The cruelest offense that he was aware of, though, was their use of the townspeople against themselves. He wasn’t sure what their method was, but either through threats, bribery, or some other way, The Brood had convinced the own population to spy on themselves. It was the kind of thing that scared Nicolas to his core. He couldn’t imagine the stress of having to watch any stray statements that could get himself killed.

Master Quin looked expectantly at the young man before he replied, “The dragon, sir. It’s their entire backing of force, at least at the beginning. Now, I assume it to act as more of a rallying point for their forces and morale as a whole. You take that out, and the group falls apart.”

[kithtaehyung]

so its one in the morning here in brazil, and i finally just read "you're next" and... yeah. so that's what wamrth feel like? cuz i feel so, so, so... hugged? there's this portuguese word im thinking of, and its acolhimento, but i just couldn't think of a way to translate it properly, so i figured id describe it to you.

saturday i felt happy. i was bubbly, giggling the whole day remembering the show, the documentaries that i was able to see completely and overall just really happy i got to spend a whole morning with bts. of course, i had to go to work soon after, but fuck it, i was so calm.

then monday came and yeah, we know how we all felt.

today, i came to your blog, and saw the post that you said you have plans to post 3tan9 around this week so i decided to make time to read the drabble before. i come across a bunch of things im used to from you: good writing, amazing control and crescendo of tension and expectation, taehyung being the best possible friend, funny and realistic dialogue, that even without the text i could just hear and know who's speaking. but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

thing is, it just made me feel like there's always this place where, regardless of where bts is, we can always find them and connect with them. and idk, just to picture the reader and yoongi sitting down together in silence, eating like they're in some long term relationship brought such comfort to my chest, a reassurance that 3 tangerines will always be here, and so will our stories that they help us tell, and the inspiration they spark in us, how their message goes beyong themselves and idk 😭

urgh IM SO CHEESY, im really really sorry, i know i drag this stuff way too much, but your writing provokes me to such degree you have no idea??? id love for 3tan to be a physical book so i could put it up my shelf

enough.

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!!

also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

just realized i forgot my train of thought, so point is: i felt acolhida, in the sense that this drabble hugged me and let me breath, made me smile and tighten my chest in a good way. and i feel like i can revisit it at any time and find that comfortable again and again. that's acolhimento thanks for coming to my long ass ted talk

LUAAAA oh my gosh here i am finally responding to stuff that you sent in months ago :'))) i can't fall this far behind on feedback again my goodness, i am so so sorry!

so its one in the morning here in brazil, and i finally just read "you're next" and... yeah. so that's what wamrth feel like? cuz i feel so, so, so... hugged? there's this portuguese word im thinking of, and its acolhimento, but i just couldn't think of a way to translate it properly, so i figured id describe it to you.

already off to an emotional start!! i'm glad you got that feeling from these drabbles.. they gave me that same feeling, and i'm happy that i now have the word to describe it<3 thank you so much for that! these were meant to be lighthearted, feel good pieces so i'm glad they turned out that way.

saturday i felt happy. i was bubbly, giggling the whole day remembering the show, the documentaries that i was able to see completely and overall just really happy i got to spend a whole morning with bts. of course, i had to go to work soon after, but fuck it, i was so calm. then monday came and yeah, we know how we all felt.

ah, yes. i do remember that this was around the time we were all feeling calm before the big storm. :(

today, i came to your blog, and saw the post that you said you have plans to post 3tan9 around this week so i decided to make time to read the drabble before. i come across a bunch of things im used to from you: good writing, amazing control and crescendo of tension and expectation, taehyung being the best possible friend, funny and realistic dialogue, that even without the text i could just hear and know who's speaking.

first, this all put a smile on my face. if you're used to all of that, that means consistency and all of those are things i strive for! especially the writing and dialogue comments. wow, thank you again :'))

but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

oh my gosh, sidewalk talk!! one of the chapters that will stay with me just from the atmosphere alone.. i think that one and fireworks have their own feeling that i dunno if i can truly replicate. it's the nostalgia, the suspension of time, everything that makes those chapters separate from the rest. idk. but yeah.

it's definitely intimate without trying to be! like they're just hanging out in public. but that's what makes this special. it's far from what they've been given and used to<3

thing is, it just made me feel like there's always this place where, regardless of where bts is, we can always find them and connect with them. and idk, just to picture the reader and yoongi sitting down together in silence, eating like they're in some long term relationship brought such comfort to my chest, a reassurance that 3 tangerines will always be here, and so will our stories that they help us tell, and the inspiration they spark in us, how their message goes beyong themselves and idk 😭

okay now i'm just emotional because you're putting bts and 3tan in the same type of commentary and i'm just SDFKSD i'm tearing up?? like what an honor to even be compared to them. in any capacity. because bangtan is my comfort place and people, so for something i'm writing to be the same to someone else? that's a responsibility i will always be aware of and will hold close.

and you're right. 3tan will always be here. yoongi, reader, the friends, and even me through asks like these and responses to lovely reviews that y'all send in. we'll be here even when things are said and done. at least, that's exactly what i plan on.

urgh IM SO CHEESY, im really really sorry, i know i drag this stuff way too much, but your writing provokes me to such degree you have no idea??? id love for 3tan to be a physical book so i could put it up my shelf

i love it all, lua. trust me, even if you think it's cheesy i adore it endlessly, and no need to apologize for sending stuff like this at all. i think i will look into making 3tan a physical book, along with all the extras that i can possibly add!

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!! also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

YAAAY glad you liked the smut despite it being short! and vmin.. god i love them. so, so much lol. yoongi's and jimin's interaction before he left? ahhh, it was definitely a short convo lmfao

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

I LOVE NOT CONCISE THINGS LOLOL i promise!! thank you so much again for everything you say. it makes my days brighter, for sure. i'm doing well and i hope the same for you!

[tommys-writing-dump]

First post to the blog. First 'segment' (I don't personally refer to them as chapters as they vary heavily in length and most are rather short) of an Elden Ring fanfiction I began writing shortly after the DLC's release. Fic operates under the pretense of the Tarnished, the main focal point for the fic, having only minimal knowledge of the world and lore and is primarily focused on Margit/Morgott and the Omen. Something of a character exploration. Intended as future romance but knowing me the romance will be easily interpreted platonically. Post-DLC content does not apply. Like all things posted to this blog, this is a project I've taken on for fun and as a writing exercise and may or may not be completed at a future date. Constructive feedback is welcome and encouraged, as are questions relating to anything present in the text.

Below the royal capital was a dreary sight. Not the sewers, no, those were certainly rank and the... Encounter with another Tarnished certainly left Morgan feeling less clean than he had before, but it was expected. Cities needed sewers, and after many years of a complete lack of any real substantive populace, of course they'd be crawling with giant rats and various beasties.

No, the true horror was in the Shunning Grounds.

Morgan had first encountered the area by complete accident; while making his way through the Capital he'd tripped over some particularly broken walkways and tumbled into a smaller residential district, which happened to have a ladder down into a well... And said ladder into said well just happened to lead to the Shunning Grounds. Morgan wasn't the most privy to the intricacies of the politics prior to the Shattering, but this seemed like something he would have heard about. It seemed too... Planned out, to be scrubbed from history completely. The architecture suggested this was connected to the crypts, but the complete lack of proper access paired with the only people being down here being Omen... It gave him pause, truly.

At first he'd thought it wise to ask one of the Omen about the place. They were perfectly intelligent beasts- quite flowery at times, actually, if Margit was any basis- so Morgan thought nothing of trying to start civil conversation with the Omen.

That ended with Morgan waking up at the last Grace he'd touched with a pained gasp. Dying never got more pleasant or any less sudden to wake from.

So direct conversation was out of the question. Unfortunate, since as Morgan saw it, the people living in a location would be the best to ask about said location, but it couldn't be helped. His other option was to ask around the Roundtable Hold, but Ofnir was so... Cagey with his information, more content to hoard it for himself than share it freely. Last time he'd tried to ask Ofnir anything he'd only gotten some vague nonsense, because apparently asking about the Demigod who died was 'taboo'. Never mind that it seemed rather important to know about.

Ofnir wasn't the only one with information, though. Hewg seemed a knowledgeable sort, having been in the Roundtable Hold for as long as he'd been. Not to mention any gossip he might have overheard as a blacksmith; most people didn't pay the Misbegotten any mind, so he would certainly have something to share. And if not, Morgan needed to get his sword upgraded anyways, so it all worked out.

With his mind made up, Morgan counselled with the Guidance of Grace and visited the Roundtable Hold.

[americasass81]

A Brighter Tomorrow

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Use of Pet Names, Implied Character Death, Mentions of Loss of Loved One.  Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason.  Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- This is for @caplanbuckybarnes 1k Followers Summary Writing Challenge. Congratulations on this milestone and for such an amazing and inspiring challenge.  It really called to me.

Challenge Summary:- Remember when you said you’d marry me?  Today’s our wedding day and you’re not here to see it.  (See text in bold)

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Pairings:- Tony Stark x Female Reader

Total Word Count:- 1,333

Standing before the three full length mirrors in a dress of sheer white that hugged your body perfectly, your breath caught in your throat at the vision that stared back at you.  Seated in the high back chair behind you reserved for the mother of the bride or some other member of the bridal party, your head told you this unnatural reflection was simply your grief manifesting itself on the day that was in it, but your heart refused to listen.  How could it not?  After all, this was supposed to be his day too.  Taking stock of both of your reflections now as your eyes locked with his, you knew it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.  But then again the worst thing that could go wrong had already gone wrong.

Both horribly and tragically wrong.

Tightening your right hand around the letter now as your left hand skimmed the lace beneath your fingertips, it still shocked you that with all the technology at his disposal he had chosen pen and paper to record his last thoughts and words to you.  As if you needed them.

Rising from the chair and coming to stand behind you now, you felt his presence like a wound that stubbornly refused to heal.  And in a way you supposed that seemed wholly appropriate.  For what else was Tony Stark in life if not stubborn to a fault.  So stubborn in fact that it seemed even death itself couldn't keep him from you.  But it should have.  For he was gone now and as your thoughts drifted once more to the letter, the day and the memory of the man you loved, you let the craziness take over as tears slowly showed the unbelievable pain of his loss.

Yet it seemed in that loss there was a final little miracle that might just bring the healing your soul cried out for.

Turning around to face Tony now as the bridal platform brought your head level with his, you heard his voice again and saw his sweet lips move as he broke the silence and gave a voice to the question you had been asking yourself all day.  "You look absolutely stunning darling as I knew you would, but what exactly is your game plan here?"

Looking down at your dress again as you now thought of all the professionals you had canceled, the guests you had told not to come, the family members you had begged to just let you be, you knew coming here and putting on the dress had been the height of insanity.  But what else could you do?  You had dreamed of this day for so long.

Of course, you never dreamed you'd be marrying Tony Stark, but then maybe that's why things had gone so terribly wrong.  But still, this was where the happiest day of your life was meant to play out and if you couldn't say a final farewell to your dreams here, then where could you?

Regaining your composure then and taking a deep breath as you thought once more on what Tony had asked, you raised your head to look at him again and replied in return with the one thought that had haunted you since before you woke up that morning and now kept you tethered to this place.  "Remember when you said you'd marry me?  Today's our wedding day and you're not here to see it."

Taken slightly aback now by this remark and the hurt so deeply evident in every word you spoke, in death it seemed he still longed to comfort you even if that ability was no longer afforded to him.  It wouldn't stop him from trying though.

Reaching up his hand then to brush along your cheek though it never kissed your flesh, the memory seemed enough to sustain the both of you however as he soldiered through with the thoughts his hand had failed to convey.  "Darling, I know I promised you the world and we both know I didn't write down everything I wanted to say to you.  But please accept, if it was in my power to be right here with you today ... nothing would have kept me from you.  You were my whole world and ensuring your survival was the only thing that mattered to me."

"But Tony, this isn't survival," you interrupted sadly as your body ached to bury itself against his while his strong arms held you once more and offered a strength and sense of safety you'd never known before him and now never would again.  "This is me left behind to figure out how to live my life without you.  Where do I even begin?" you beseeched brokenly.

Gazing at you now with a look that told you he was privy to information no one else possessed, he smiled the smile that always made you trust whatever he said before he spoke again.  "You begin darling by promising me you won't waste a single day not living your life.  Get out of that dress, leave this place and carry on my legacy.  All I was is yours now darling, protect it and watch it grow."

Baffled now by what he told you that sounded both completely normal and yet also like a riddle, you wanted to ask him to clarify but as his eyes moved down towards your stomach and lingered there long after his words, all ability to speak seemed to desert you as your mind tried to comprehend if both of you were actually heading towards the same wonderful conclusion.

Turning back towards the mirror now and placing your hands where Tony's eyes refused to leave, tears still silently fell from your eyes as your mind became a whirl with dates, numbers and activities.  Or the lack thereof now that you really focused on yourself for a change.  For little changes had been happening, but you had blamed the grief.  Was it truly possible that something else had caused them?

Sex had been a constant after all since the very first night the two of you had agreed to spend together.  How could it not?  There wasn't a woman on this planet that didn't want to end up in Tony Stark's bed and in all fairness his reputation for bedding anything in a skirt was well known.  But still, you had been somewhat different.

Friends with James Rhodes through his assistant long before you and Tony ever became a thing, your refusal to go out with him while still being pleasant and kind towards him every time  your paths crossed  endeared you to him in a way few other women had ever managed and forced him to actually work for your attention.  For you never saw the millionaire playboy.  Oh sure, you weren't stupid or naive enough to ignore everything he was, but you alone saw all that he could become.  Even if he didn't.

And it was from there the friendship grew to love, sex without protection and a future that stretched out before you until Thanos so callously snatched it all away.  Or so it had seemed.  Now however, at least if Tony was to be believed, the sex had paid off and one more Stark would open their eyes on a world their father had given his last breath to defend.  And your heart now filled with love for him all over again just as it did when he got down on one knee and asked you to be his forever.

Releasing the clasp now, letting the dress pool around your feet and slipping back into your top and jeans, you walked to the door and taking one last look behind you before Tony disappeared from view forever, you then headed out of your childhood home knowing that tomorrow your family would help clear away all of the wedding paraphernalia while you now focused on preserving Tony's memory for the next generation.

Tagging:- @caplanbuckybarnes

[kiribakus-wifes]

Rainy day - (My OC) fan fiction, fluff, Short Story

Parirings: Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato (My OC)

Note: This is a short story that has my oc in it so its not a y/n. I have to start writing my oc's info book but I will after I post this book I am new to writing fan fiction and I wanted to give it a try since I like writing essays and reading fan fictions. This is a fluff romance story of Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato that is the name of my oc I hope you guys like it and please correct me and give me tips on my writing I want to improve and make you guys happy so please let me know with all your feedback🤍

All characters are aged up and have graduated UA highschool some of my calculations might be off when I do write my OC info book. Please don’t mind it 🥲 I hope you enjoy.

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It's been four years since my boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima asked me to move in with him after we graduated UA. I still couldn't believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with him as I'm in my own thoughts laying on the couch waiting for Eiji to come home.

Eijiro has been training so hard to become one of the top heroes so he's always so busy but so am I since I'm a hero too. It is currently nine o’ clock pm. I took a few days off from hero duties because Eijiro believed I needed rest when he noticed I wasn't sleeping much at night and almost falling asleep during conversations but all I wanted to do was get back out onto the field and stop villains, but he gave me a stern look when I said I was fine and laughed about taking a few days off so I knew he was being serious.

I haven't really been away from him for more than a day or two so I knew I wasn't going to survive not seeing him for so long. He had a busy schedule so he would try not to call when he wanted to let me know he was safe at four in the morning when he got to the hotel from a mission he just finished, but I would already be up because I couldn't sleep without him there… so much for taking some days off.

We would text and call here and there but today he hasn’t texted much but he did say he was on a very hard mission and not to worry too much about him which was hard as it is.

I missed Eijiro so much, I missed fighting alongside him and making jokes about having kids one day but the biggest thing I missed most about him are his warm tight hugs. I've been laying on this couch for what felt like hours.

I put on twilight hoping it would distract me from not crying and feeling lonely but of course that failed. I was on the verge of tears until I heard a ding go off from my phone I quickly picked up my phone to see a text from “My Sharkboy” the text said,

My sharkboy– Hey pebble, i'm sorry i haven't texted you in a while i know you must have been worried about me but dont worry anymore i'm safe and im coming home very soon if your asleep which i hope you are i love you sleep well <3

Me- ahhh eiji i missed you so so much, you're coming home yayyy! when will you be here i miss your cuddles

My Sharkboy- Asami your supposed to be resting, but i missed you more my love i'll be home in fifteen minutes so better be ready for so much hugs and kisses im driving right now and it's starting to pour so i'll see you soon pebble i love you

Me- Okayy eiji please drive carefully in the rain i can't wait to see you i love you more <3

I jumped off the couch smiling so much I was so excited to see him I knew he would be sore and tired so since it was raining I decided I'd draw him a warm bath.

I used some coconut scented soap to make scented bubbles in the warm water and I put some rose petals from some flowers that were almost dying near the door leading up to our bathtub into our room. Then I lit a few candles by the bathtub.

I wanted to try to do something special since he's always working so hard and never really gets a break and always making sure I relax before himself. He deserves this as I was lighting the last candle on the edge of the tub when I heard a knock from the front door. It startled me and I almost fell into the tub but thank goodness I catched myself before a disaster happened.

I ran to the door checking the peep hole and lou and behold I could faintly see a tall red haired figure standing there. I did almost doubt myself since he said he would be here in fifteen minutes and that didn't really seem like fifteen minutes. I cautiously opened the door and there he was my face lit up as I looked into his ruby red eyes and saw how happy he looked to see me.

Looking back at me he looked like such a cute wet dog, I let him walk in only a little bit and I had gotten a better look at him in the bright light. His used to be tall gel liked red hair was all down in his face his sharp toothy smile showing he was soaked from head to toe but I didn't care I missed him a lot so I jumped up on him hugging him tight like I was a koala.

He chuckled at my actions “well someone really did miss me a lot” he said smiling with one hand on my back and the other scratching his neck nervously. I looked at him, grinning from ear to ear “Of course I did Eiji, I have a surprise for you”. He looked at me and then looked down, seeing all the petals and some dead ones on the floor. “Oh yea?” He smiled, putting me down.

Once I touched the floor I pushed him a little to follow the trail I made. We made our way to the bathtub, it was dark but the lit up candles made it a nice dim light.

We were in the doorway to our bathroom. I was so nervous it was so quiet and I couldn't see Eijiro's face since he was in front of me and he hadn't said a word. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was it too cheesy for him? He turned around and bent down, giving me a tight hug.

He had his head in my neck so I could feel his cheeks were a bit wet so I moved his face to get a better look at him. He had some tears streaming down his face, "Eiji why are you crying.." I asked with a worried tone he looked at me and gave my forehead a wet kiss "because my pebble is so sweet to me" we both smiled and embraced each other for a little longer before I realized kirishima was still wet I told him to undress and get in the tub he did as told and got in.

We havent seen eachother in a while so when he was fully exposed getting in the tub it made my heart skip a beat I was always nervous about stuff like that even if we've been together for so long but Eijiro on the other hand didn't seem to mind he would always laugh every time I tried to turn around to not look at him my face would be as he called it “red as a tomato”.

He got in he looked so relaxed and at ease I always loved his hair down it's so cute, I picked up his soggy hero suit and put it in the wash when I came back to the bathroom Eijiro looked like he'd had fallen asleep in the tub I giggled a little and one of his eyes opened looking at me then his red eyes looked me up and down. “Aren't you gonna come join me pebble?” I leaned on the side of the wall looking at him and crossed my arms. “This is for you Eiji not me, I'll still keep you company if you would like?” He looked at me and then turned his head back to his resting position.

He closed his eyes and patted the side of the tub motioning for me to sit next to him. I made my way over to him rubbing the top of his head, "can you have your back toward me eiji i want to wash you up" he looked at me in awe and smiled "okay love" he turned and I grabbed the wash cloth wetting it and adding soap to it making it soapy I scrubbed him knowing he might fall asleep in my lap with how much he relaxed into my touch.

I loved every second of it. It was such a passionate sensual moment I think we both needed this. Once I was done washing him all up and I let him rest a little while longer I knew the bath was starting to get cold so I grabbed a dark red towel that I had warmed up in the dryer beforehand. “Eiji.. wake up eiji” his eyes slowly opened. He shivered a little and looked at me with so much love behind his eyes. “Time to get out eiji the water is getting cold”

He stood up without warning me, I was close to him and just looked up at him. I didn't have enough time to react so I stood up very quickly as well nervously looking at him. He laughed, I handed him the towel looking away. "You're so cute when you act like this is your first time seeing me pebble" he wrapped the towel around his waist stepping out of the tub. I nervously laughed leaning down to drain the tub when I felt a presence behind me. "Eiji what are you doin-" My sentence was cut off when two big pairs of hands turned my body around and lifted me up, my legs were wrapped around his waist, the towel hanging on by a thread and my eyes met with his ruby red ones. My face was probably so red as he carried me to our shared bedroom.

He gently put me down on our bed and walked over to our closet, I crossed my legs watching him. He dropped the towel and I turned around with my face in my hands. I heard shuffling behind me and then footsteps coming toward me, “you can turn around now pebble”. I turned to meet kirishima face to face. He grabbed my face softly and kissed me on the lips. I smiled through the kiss because of the cute gesture. We were like that for what felt like a long time but I didn't mind after we were done sharing the little cute moment he asked me “do you want to watch a movie pebble before bed?” I looked at him grinning he knows I love watching movies with him so he said okay and chuckled I ran to the living room and kitchen to turn off the tv and lights I had left on distracted by Eijiro coming home, then I ran back to the room I walked in on Eijiro fixing the bed the tv was on and the lights were off but the red L.E.D lights shining through the back of the tv made a dimly lit up room.

I smiled so happily to be able to have him safe and home. He got in the bed and saw me standing there. I saw his toothy smile and then saw his hand. He patted the bed and moved the fluffy blankets and huge stuffed bear he got me when he had to leave one time it smelled just like him and was in a shark onesie pajama. I loved that bear so much. It was the best gift he's ever gotten me. I got in bed and scooted next to his side. He was so warm and smelled like vanilla and coconuts. He wrapped his arm around me bringing me closer if that was even possible.

He picked a sad romance movie. This was my favorite movie. I had it on replay all the time. It was called the fault in our stars. He knew I loved it but he also knew when it's really late at night that I would always fall asleep so fast when i'm in his arms and this movie was playing. I lifted my body up to give him a goodnight kiss and we exchanged “sweet dreams eiji”, “sweet dreams my pretty girl, thank you for the bath it helped and meant so much to me” he said, kissing my cheek I smiled and cuddled into him some more.

“I love you Eijiro”.

“I love you more Asami”.

and as he already knew I had drifted off to sleep not even ten minutes into the movie.

The End~

[the-letter-horror-lover]

The Guardian angel

sleeplesswriter

Summary:

So this AU is after Alois died, but instead of loosing his soul, and Claude dying. Alois became an angel, and Claude.. well Claude is still his demon since he didn't get his soul, so now Claude a Demon is working for an Angel.. his literal opposite. However everything else that happened in season 2 happened in this AU. The demons lying, Alois being in Ciel's body all that happened. Expect no one died.

Anyways, Alois made Ciel's guardian angel when Ciel is 18?! What could go wrong with that~! Will he even remember Alois and Claude, Sebastian surely will.

Notes:

Oh boy i'm so nervous right now. I normally write on wattpad but i felt the need to write this story on here, this is also my first story on this website and i'm doing all the typing my phone because I do not have a laptop. Anyways feedback would be great!

This is gonna mostly be Alois's P.O.V

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

After 2 years of endless training, then 3 years for them to finally think i was ready to train to be a Guardian Angel. I finally get to know who I'll be helping. As i walked Claude was behind me. I suppose i should explain what a demon is doing in Heaven.

Well since he didn't get ahold of my soul like he had wanted to, and unless he gets a soul he wouldn't be going anywhere so unless he gets a soul he's stuck with me. Even though i do not need a demon, but i will help him get a soul i suppose.

I walked to the place i was suppose to go and find out who my human was. I walked up to God and he looked at me "Trancy." I smirked and waved. He rolled his eyes seeing as i was wearing my outfit i wore before i became an angel.

I hate cloth so the less cloth the better. That was just how i was ever since Claude... saved me? The angels hated thay about me but the rumor was that was why i was chosen to be an angel. Something about 'knowing something about pain' or i dunno i never payed attention to rumors.

God cleared his throat "Demon" he greeted Claude, and Claude gave a small nod toward him staying behind me. "Anyways, Alois we have found a human and well you already know him." he said in a calm voice.

I just looked at him "Just tell me old man" i rolled my eyes waiting to know, i mean I knew a lot of people when i was a alive.

I was to busy thinking who it could be when i heard the name i wish i hadn't heard "Ciel Phantomhive." I looked up at him confused. i'm suppose to save someone who took the side of two demons. The human who trusted a demon.?

"WHAT!?" I yelled "He is the reason i'm even here! That bratty child is the reason im dead, Hell Claude should have my soul but nooo here he is in fucking heaven waiting for me to get a human so he can find a new soul to take!" i growled

"You will be Ciel's angel and thats the end of it Alois!" He glared down at me "Now you will being going to meet him... now." he snapped his fingers and i was on earth.

I looked down at myself in the window of the phantomhive manor. I was me but i looked 18 as Ciel was suppose to be. I glared when i realized that i was back in the white cloths.

I shook my head I'll have to change later first i have to meet Phantomhive. Hmmm i wonder if he'll remember me or not. I'm sure he demon will. I smirked. "Claude wont this be..." i turned around and saw Claude was gone. Of course he'd disappear the second we got to earth but he is forever bound to me.

I walked to the door and just walked in. No point in knocking the only one who'll know someones here is Sebastian unless i run into one of the others.

I was soon against the wall "Oh what do we have here." Sebastian looked at me "Alois Trancy It's been awhile." I smiled.

"Hello Sebastian indeed it has been awhile." i chuckled He let go of me and i fixed my cloths. "And you must be wondering why i am here Sebastian?" He just nodded and waited for a reply "Well you see i am Phantomhives guardian angel" i said in a bored tone.

"You're what?" i looked at me "You're my young masters new guardian angel" i just nodded. "Oh great. This is great!" he rubbed his face

I just shrugged "I don't make the rules" I clicked my tongue. "But i really should go find Phantomhive." i tired to move pass him and he stopped him.

"he will not remember you, i mean you arent in your 14 year old body." he looked at me and i shrugged.

I shook my head "That does no matter i just need to let him know who i am and why i'll be around." I smiled at him and slipped away. Hmm if i remember Ciel's office is this way.

I walked up to door and took a deep breath. Oh i'm not ready but alwell. I opened the door "Hello Phantomhive~" I looked at him as he looked at me

"Oh god are you a angel?" he looked up from his paper work as i walk over.

"Yup, actually i'm your guardian angel." i smirked and sat upon his desk "such a pity you don't remember me" i pouted "I figured since it is your fault i'm an angel you'd know who i am."

Ciel looked at me "Get off my desk" he glared "I have killed a bunch of people for the queen, sorry that i am not able to keep track of everyone." he rolled his eyes and went back to work "Besides why would you be my Angel if i am the reason you're dead."

"Hmm maybe if you knew my name you'd rememeber." i chuckled "Also I'm not sure why im your angel i questioned it as well." i shrugged. He has picked up his cup of tea when i finally said my name "Alois Trancy is my name"

He dropped his cup "Alois Trancy!" I just chuckled and nodded.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Alois has told Ciel he is HIS angel. Now what will Ciel's reaction be expecially know who Alois is amd what had happened 5 years ago. Maybe he will be calm about it, i mean he is 18 now. not his naïve 13 year old self.

Also what happened to Claude?

Chapter Text

I sat on his desk as the cup of tea dropped. I chuckled "Well that.." i stopped midsentence since he stood up.

"What kind of sick joke is this?" He glared at me "Is this your way of getting back at me for your death?" He yelled "Because this is so pittyful. I do not need a guardian angel." he said "I have Sebastian i do not need some angel around too." he glared at me.

I started laughing "Awh does Ciel Phantomhive. The Queens Guard Dog upset about someones death?" I looked at him "Now thats pittyful, Phantomhive." I rapped my arms around my stomach laughing. Once i finally calmed down. Ciel was glaring at me.

"This however was not my idea. This was." I pointed up "The big guys idea." I shrugged "I wasnt so happy either. I honestly wanted nothing to do with youm" i rolled my eyes.

Ciel shakes his head "I am not upset with your death." he mumbles and turned around walking toward the window. He had gotten hotter over the pass 5 years. I got off the desk and walked over towards him.

"You don't have to deal with me i'll just around when I feel like you need my help." I shrugged and chuckled "Besides i'll have Claude around." If he shows back up anyways.

"Claude is still with you!" Ciel gasped and looked at me. I just nodded my head "How?" he asked.

"He didn't get my soul and since he hadn't he is now stuck with me." I mumbled. all i heard was a soft 'oh' from him. "Anyways tell me what you want me to do Phantomhive. Stay here or go away?" i looked at him.

Ciel looked at me "I suppose you could stay here." he turned around and started walking toward the door "Now go ask Sebastian what you can do around the manor, you're sure in hell not staying her without helping out a little bit." I just nodded "Thats all" he pointed to the door

I just walked out of the room without another word. I went downstairs to find Sebastian. As i was walking toward the kitchen i heard an explosion. "What the hell?" I walked into the kitchen to see someone putting out a fire. I shook my head and walked back out. This is where i'll be until Phantomhive dies.

I walked right into Sebastian "Ahh just the demon i was looking for." i chuckled "Ciel said to find you and ask what im suppose to do around the manor." He looked at me and just nodded before saying "I will tell you when i figure that out myself. For now i must go found out what Baldroy has done and try and fix it before its completely messed up." I just nodded and started to walking around to see whats all around the manor.

The first place i went was the garden. As i walked around i found a bench and laid down on it looking up at the sky. It's been so long since i was about to be on earth and i missed it so much.

I closed my eyes letting the sun beat down on me. It felt so nice. That was until someone was standing over me. I opened my eyes to see Claude standing over me "Hmm i thought you'd be gone longer then a few hours." I looked at him and chuckled.

Claude just looked at me and sat down by my head "I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly I had... things to do." i just nodded my head and put my head on his lap and said "It's fine i'm not mad, i knew it was going to happen." i smiled up to him

I closed my eyes again as Claude ran his fingers through my hair. I must have fallen asleep because next thing i rememeber was Claude shaking me "Alois, Sebastian is here to tell you what you'll be doing around here." I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

Sebastian stood there "So you will be helping with a little bit of everything, so whoever need help you'll help." he said looking at me and i just nodded "Okay" i yawned and leaned against Claude.

"So it is almost dinner time so i would like you to help since Baldroy is... resting from earlier." I stood up and followed him into the kitchen to help make dinner. I was new to cooking so i hope whatever we are making turns around good and edible.

Once we were done Ciel was walking to the dinning room. Sebastian brought out the food and served the food. I wasn't sure what i was suppose to do so i just walked out of the room and stood outside.

I looked over and saw Claude walking down hall. I huffed "Claude we really need to get cloth that are so... white..." i looked down at myself "White isnt my color." i stuck my tongue out and said 'Bleh'. I heard him chuckle "Very well Alois."

"We can go tomorrow." he said and i just nodded. He came over to me and kissed the top of my head. You see Claude and I got really close the pass 5 years.. Really. Really close.

I smiled softly at the demon and he walked off when Sebastian and Ciel came out of the room. Ciel gave me a look and then walked away "Sebastian I will be in my office." he then turned around "Please tell Claude and Alois where they will be sleeping, or atleast staying in." he chuckled and walked up the stairs.

I looked at Sebastian and he started to walk toward the stairs "Follow me." I just nodded and followed him up the stairs to a room all the way on thr right side at the end of the hallway. He opened the door and there was two beds even though demons don't sleep.

"This will be Claude and yours room." I just nodded and went inside the room. I went and sat down on the bed. Sebastian left the room to go to Ciel.

I laid down on the bed and cuddled the pillow that was on the bed. I missed being alive so much. I sighed and closed my eyes.

I may as well attempt to sleep because who knows what tomorrow will bring, besides i'm sure Claude is gonna be doing his own thing until we go and get new cloth for tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

Notes:

If there are any mispelling please tell me on instagram @rinnionring and i will go back and fix it!

[riboism]

yo no soy celoso

pairing: idol!san x f!reader

genre: angst, eventual smut

synopsis: you didn’t expect to run into your ex on the way back to your hotel room.

wc: 4.4k

a/n: feedback is much appreciated! it motivates me to keep writing :)

“yo no soy celoso, pero ¿quién e' ese cabrón? dime quién e' ese cabrón. tranquila, no soy psycho. no vo'a hacer un papelón, pero...ouch! mi corazón.”- bad bunny 

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

San jolted his head up at the angry-looking man in front of him. He had been so focused on his dress shoes that he didn’t notice he walked right into someone.

“S-sorry sir” he stuttered.

The man gave him a look, mumbling to himself as he walked away. San looked around the hotel lobby, hoping nobody saw that. There weren’t a lot of people to begin with since it was already past midnight. He sighed in relief before continuing on with his depressed march back to his suite.

He didn’t know what he expected out of this night. He didn’t even wanna go to the wedding to begin with. Weddings were miserably long occasions. He remembered getting the invitation in the mail, running his fingers over the pretty lace design before mindlessly tossing it on the kitchen table with all the other useless mail. He thought he would just send a nice champagne bottle to his friend in exchange for not attending. He figured his friend would understand given the busy nature of his career and how hard it was to take a day off.

But then he found out you were coming.

Of course, the groom was a mutual friend of yours, why wouldn’t you be coming?

San had rushed back into the kitchen, flipping through the junk mail that thankfully Wooyoung hadn’t thrown out yet. Finally uncovering the laced envelope, he tore it open and put a tick mark next to the RSVP box.

San chuckled at how foolish he was. I mean what did he think was going to happen? That you’d see him, feel guilty about breaking up with him, beg him to take you back (which he’d gladly do), and then live happily ever after?

In reality, nothing had happened. The night was uneventful. He wanted to walk up to you to say hello, ask how you were doing, and tell you that he missed you and that things will be different this time. But all he could do was watch from afar as your arms linked with someone else’s. That hurt. You might as well have grabbed a revolver and shot a bullet through his heart, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. How could you? he thought. How could you move on so quickly? After everything we’ve been through, you just show up with some other guy like we never happened? Did you even miss me? Even just a little?

His heart ached at the sudden realization that there was nothing wrong with you bringing another man into your life. It had been over a year since you broke it off yet he was still hung up on you. Despite his friend's suggestions, he just couldn’t move on with another girl. How could he get back into the game if you were the best prize he’s ever won?

San had no one to blame but himself. His calls came less and less frequently, sometimes he wouldn’t even remember to text back for days. He got busier with comebacks, tours, promotions, and dance practices, but you were always on his mind. How could he explain that to you? How could he convince you to stay when he’s neglected you so much?

His mind reeled back to that fate-less day. You did it over the phone. It was late at night and San was still tired from his schedule. He regretted snapping at you, wishing he could turn back time so that he could go back to that moment and shove his words back into his mouth. He cringed thinking about all the awful things he said to you out of anger. If he could go back, he’d say I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I’ll do better, we can get through this. But it was too late for that.

The elevator dinged, making him lose his train of thought. He let out a defeated sigh before hopping onto the elevator.

“Wait!” someone called out. San noticed a pair of heels running frantically towards the elevator. Before the doors could close, he held his hand out to let the person in.

“Thank you!” they said, breathless from the runover. San’s chest tightened as he recognized the voice. It was the same girl that was on his mind all night.

He looked at you with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He wondered if he thought about you too much, that this was the reason why you were here with him now. Just his luck.

“Hey” you greeted. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, only stared with those doe eyes of his. You worried if your hair was messy from the run. You ran her hand over it, gently patting any stray hairs down.

San finally responded. “Where’s that guy you were with?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed with his lack of composure. “That’s what you want to ask me? We haven’t seen each other in over a year, you don’t come up to me and say hello at the wedding, and now that I’m here with you, that’s the first thing you say to me?”

San’s cheeks glowed red, mentally cursing himself at his poor choice of words. He didn’t know what came over him. He was just so nervous and couldn’t help but blurt out whatever was on his mind without thinking first.

“Y-you could’ve come up and said hello to me first.” Fuck he thought, what the hell is wrong with you San?

Needless to say, you were disappointed. You thought maybe he was more grown-up now, but he proved you wrong. Relieved to hear the elevator stop at your floor, you bid your ex farewell. “Well, it was good seeing you.” The doors parted open and you stepped out, pulling out the keycard from your clutch.

“Wait!” he called, running to catch up with you. You groaned. What does he want now?

“Let me try again. Hi.”

You took a sharp inhale, questioning if it was worth entertaining his third attempt. But he looked more serious now, and a little apologetic, so you thought you’d give him one last try. 

“Hi.”

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been well. You?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, scratching the back of his head, “busy… But I’m holding up just fine.” San wasn’t sure if he believed that himself. The past year had been cloudy, days blended in with each other, and he had a hard time paying attention. Though he’d deny it, you were partly to blame for his lack of focus. “You look great by the way. Haven’t changed at all since the day I last saw you.”

You smiled shyly. “Thanks. Your hair is different.”

“Yeah, I thought I’d try blonde.”

“It’s nice...but I liked your black hair better.”

You both stood in the hall, gazing at each other for a while. He had changed a lot. You noticed his shoulders were broader and he seemed to be a lot more sure of himself. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and neither could he. You missed the way he looked at you. His soft eyes made you feel like you were the only person in the room and that nothing else mattered. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

“I uh,” you broke the silence, “I’m glad you’re well San. Really, I am. Anyway, I should go. My rooms over there.” You gave him a nod and turned on your heels. 

“Wait!” he called, stopping you in your tracks again. “Do you have to go? I mean...we should get a drink, catch up more...What do you say?”

You mulled over his suggestion. You knew you shouldn’t.

“It’s so late. The bars are probably closed.”

“I have a nice bottle of Brandy sitting in my room that’s just begging to be opened.”

You raised a brow at his proposal. You weren’t sure what to do. Your head was screaming at you to decline and go to sleep. You were tired from the festivities and you knew that if you agreed to go to his room, it would send him the wrong message. The year apart from San was hard but it did you a lot of good. You’d never forgive yourself for throwing away all that progress. But you had to admit, you did love having his eyes on you, wishing to be under his gaze for a while longer.

“I don’t know San-”

“Come on. Just one drink and a little conversation, nothing more. It’ll be like old times. Besides, I know how much you like brandy.”

You considered his suggestion. You did like brandy. “Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, “just one drink.”

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San’s room was enormous. The Presidential Suite, he emphasized. You figured this room was as big as your apartment. Maybe even bigger. 

San poured you a glass which you delightfully took from his hands. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t we sit here.” San gestured to the very elegant-looking sitting area on the other side of the room. You made your way to one of the lounge chairs, careful not to sit down too fast. You had recently gotten a tattoo. It was nothing crazy, just a small delphinium flower on your hip. For a small design, it hurt like hell. You were sure to be careful to not aggravate the already sore skin.  

San poured himself a glass. He was a lot bigger than you remembered. The long sleeves of his dress shirt were now rolled up, revealing his forearm which was decorated with the thin cords of his veins. His sleeves were tight around his bicep, the seams looking like they’d burst at any minute. You quickly looked away, worried he might catch you staring.

San sat down across from you, watching you as you took a sip. “So what have you been up to?”

“Not much. Changed jobs, moved to a new place in the city for it. It’s nice.”

He nodded, setting his glass on the table. “New job, new place, new boyfriend...things are really looking up for you. So what’s his name?”

You held back a laugh. He really wasn’t going to let that go. “You seem to be more interested in him than in me.” 

“That’s not true. Say, where’d he go anyway? Did he really not even think of walking you back to your room? It’s the least he could’ve done.” He picked up his glass again, gulping down some of the dark liquid to calm his nerves.

“Someone sounds jealous” you teased.

“Jealous? Pfft, I’m not jealous. I just wanna know who this guy is.” He took another long sip. As much as he denied it, he was a little jealous. He remembered watching you two dance at the reception. His hands around your waist, lips so close to your ear, whispering what looked like sweet nothings to you. It was enough to make his blood boil. He desperately wanted to get out of his seat and peel him off of you. Worried he might do something psychotic, he decided to leave early, telling the groom and his bride that some important work stuff came up and that he had an early flight back tomorrow morning. 

“He’s a friend from work,” you explained “he’s nice, I thought I’d bring him as my plus one...he plays for the other team, actually...he kinda wanted to see you. He’s a fan. But I think he got nervous with you glaring at him all night.”

San choked on his drink. He sat the glass back on the table, coughing to clear his throat. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

“I-I wasn’t glaring...god, I’m so sorry I just assumed that...” he trailed off, not sure what else to say to you. 

“It’s fine. Just make sure you send me a signed album to give to him.”

“Of course” he agreed. He tried hard not to show his relief after finding out you were still single. You tried hard not to notice. His eyes were fixed on you again, looking at you fondly. You tried to avoid his gaze but failed. His dimples were more pronounced now and his cheekbones were even sharper than you remembered. The thin slit at his brow made him look tough and intimidating, which was the complete opposite of his personality. You always admired how he could look so menacing on stage and then return to his sweet, charming, and awkward self. The eyebrow slits and makeup added to his intense stage persona, but his old self still shined through no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sore ache on your hip. You shifted in your seat, trying to get in a position that would alleviate the pain.

“Why are you sitting like that?” San asked.

“Like what?”

“Like this”, he mimicked your weird posture. You sighed, not really wanting to admit the reason why.

“I got a tattoo.”

San’s brow perked up. “You did?”

“Yes. Just yesterday. It hurts.”

“Where is it?”

“On my hip.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“A delphini-” you stopped, not wanting to continue. God, why did you say that? you thought. You didn’t realize the significance when getting the tattoo. I mean yes, it was your favorite flower, but you didn’t realize it became your favorite flower after San gave you one when he officially asked you out for the first time. You thought it was strange of him to hand you a bouquet of delphinium flowers when he confessed to you. Usually, you’d give a rose, but he went with these long strands of lilac pinks and periwinkle blues. When you asked him later, he said it was because delphiniums signify joy and that’s how he feels anytime he’s around you. “U-uh, it’s just a flower.” 

San didn’t question you again. A loud silence lingered between you two. It was beginning to get awkward and you tried to think of an excuse to leave. This was a bad idea, you thought. I should’ve stayed in my room, what am I doing here? 

“Lidocaine” San announced, breaking the silence. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Lidocaine. It’s like a numbing spray. I used it when I got my tattoo, although the relief doesn’t last very long.” 

“Oh.” You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. “Thanks. I’ll look for that when I go to the pharmacy.” 

Another silence weighed in. You didn’t look back up, but you could feel the warmth of San’s eyes on you. You knew what he was going to say next and you wished you got up and left before he broke your heart again. 

“I miss you.” And just like that, your heart tore wide open at his small, desperate voice. 

“San-”

“Do you miss me?” 

You didn’t know how to answer him. “I missed you all those nights you didn’t call me back.” 

He let out a sigh. “I am sorry for that, y/n. I’m sorry I neglected you for so long. I just thought you’d understand but…” he stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, “...you deserved better than what I gave you.” 

You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear those words. You loved San, you really did. But your relationship with him wasn’t sustainable. You had to move on before it was too late to leave. “Thank you” you picked at the skin around your fingers, “and I did miss you…for a little bit, afterward.”

Another silence. Neither of you knew what to talk about next. You wanted to ask about the members and the upcoming comeback, but how could you say that after he just told you he missed you? You asked yourself why you agreed to come in the first place, still thinking this was a bad idea. 

“Y/n…”

You hummed in response, still twiddling with your fingers. 

“Y/n…”

You looked up at him finally, which was exactly what he wanted you to do. Your eyes reunited with his soft smiley orbs and you felt yourself melt into the couch. 

“I gotta to see it.” 

You sat up straight. “See what?” 

“The delphinium.” 

Your head spun at his words. You knew what he was really asking for and you weren’t sure if you could do it. 

“San…”

“Oh please, won’t you show me?” He looked at you with doting eyes that made it hard to say no. After a long back and forth with San, you finally caved in. You stood up, hesitating before pulling one side of your dress over your hip. You pulled the waistband of your underwear down to reveal the bruised skin. 

“It’s still healing.” You pouted at the swollen red spot.

“Come closer, I can’t see that far.” You don’t know why you listened to him. You could’ve said this was stupid and stormed out of there. But you obeyed his order, slowly walking up to show him your ink. You gulped as you watched his hand reach out to touch you. He gently caressed your red skin with his thumb, making you whimper at his touch. His eyes darted up at you as his hands went further down to where they weren’t supposed to be. 

“San” you breathed out. If you were thinking straight, you’d pull away from him and leave immediately, but something about the familiarity of his fingertips brushing up and down your sides made your legs jelly and unable to move. 

San shushed you before pressing his lips against your tattoo. You gasped at the feeling of his plush lips on your red hot skin. His kisses trailed up to your belly, hanging around the top of your underwear. He pulled on your waistband with his teeth, the elastic snapping back against your skin as he let go. He still had his eyes on you, waiting for your permission to go further. There were a million voices in your head telling you to stop, but you didn’t listen to a single one. Reading the defeated look on your face, San sprung up to his feet. His fingers wrapped around the back zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He pulled the straps down your shoulders, letting your attire fall around your feet. He tilted your chin up, staring salaciously at your lips. The space between you two disappeared as he pushed his lips onto yours. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, realizing how much you missed having his lips on you. You were drowning in him, feeling as if you two were picking up from where you left off. 

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him like instinct. He walked over to his bed, gently placing you on top of his silk sheets, making sure not to break the kiss. He helped you undo your bra before gently pushing you down against the bed. His soft eyes turned hungry as he took in every detail of you. 

“You're so pretty baby” he sighed. He adored the way you looked at this moment. So soft and ready for him.

San got on his knees, pushing your legs apart for him. He was shirtless now and you couldn’t help but admire the broadness of his bare shoulders. He ran a finger over your clothed heat, making you tremble at his touch. Laughing softly at your reaction to his touch, he began rubbing slow circles over your clit. You were getting wet and it was only a matter of time before San sees the wet spot on your underwear. 

San clicked his tongue at the pool of arousal now staining your underwear. He pulled them to the side, revealing your puffy lips. He pressed a soft kiss onto your pussy lips, satisfied with the way you flinched at his touch. He flattened his tongue, slowly dragging it over your cunt. He let out a moan before you could, now lapping at your heat. 

“I missed your taste” he sighed into your cunt. Spreading your lips, San latched his onto your clit, sucking hard at the bud. 

You tried your best not to cry out, worried the people next door will hear. Seeming to hear your thoughts, San reassured you. “There’s no one else on this floor, so don’t hold back. I wanna hear those moans baby, it’s been too long.” 

He sucked on your bud harder, forcing a shaky moan out of your lips. You felt him smile into your cunt. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed those sounds baby.” 

You choked out a sob when he pulled away from your heat. He left a trail of kisses from your hip, to your stomach, and finally up to your bare chest. His tongue flicked at your hardened nipple, and you moaned again as you felt him tease your clit with his cock. 

“San please” you whimpered, wanting him to cut the bullshit and just fuck you already. 

“Hang on...you know I like to take my time with you.” It was true, San wasn’t one for quickies. Fucking you was an all-day event for him. He loved kissing every inch of your body, getting you warmed up from his tongue or his fingers (sometimes both) and once you become a good enough mess for him, he’d finally give in and give you his cock. Only, he’d fuck you way past your orgasm, laughing at your hazy expression as you cried that you couldn’t take it anymore. And he would tease you endlessly over it. What do you mean baby? I thought you said you wanted to cum?

Growing more and more impatient as he teased your entrance with his tip, you pushed him off of you, overtaking him and sitting on his stomach. He gave you that devilish grin of his as you steadied your legs around him. You desperately wanted to rub yourself on his abs, but you wanted his cock more. You were surprised he didn’t stop you as you grabbed his cock, laying it against your stomach, giving him languid strokes. He laid back, mouth hung open, already looking fucked out from your ministrations. You sank down, swallowing his hardness until there was no more of him to take. 

“Still fit me like a glove” he chuckled, before groaning as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, did you get tighter?” 

Ignoring his remarks, you set a slow and steady pace. San sighed, hypnotized by your breasts bouncing over him. His hands gripped onto your waist, grunting every time you came down on him. 

“Fuck…fuck me like this baby.” He sat up and grabbed onto you tighter, now controlling your movements. He was stronger now, able to push you up and down his shaft like you were just a mere fleshlight. 

“Sannie!” you sobbed, feeling hazy from him massaging your walls like this. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders, bracing yourself as shoved his hard cock deep inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

His lips were pressed up to your ear and you could feel his hot shaky breaths on your skin. “Again,” he commanded, “say it again…I love how you say my name.” 

You rambled his name over and over like it was the only word you knew how to say. You were coming apart, your eyes pressing shut as you felt your abdomen heat up. He was close too, you could tell because he was losing his hold on you, slowing down significantly. 

“Where do you want me?” his voice strained as your walls squeezed him tighter. 

“Cum inside me please Sannie, fill me up.”

And just like that, you felt a wave of pleasure overtaking you as he filled you up to the brim. He cursed in a shattered breath, pulling you closer to him as you both rode out your orgasms. Breathless, San’s head fell into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Neither of you wanted to move and continued to stay in that position for some time before falling asleep.

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A pearly glow illuminated the sky, the sunlight still absent as the sun hadn’t risen yet. San was laying beside you in a deep slumber. You always thought he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. His lips were parted slightly and his hair tousled perfectly over his head. You ran your fingers through his soft locks, careful not to wake him. You wanted to stay in bed with him, to watch him until he yawned and fluttered his eyes open, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go before he would wake up or else he’d make it hard for you to leave again. 

You slowly unwrapped yourself from the comforter, using your elbows to sit up. Your leg hung over the edge of the bed, about to stand up until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You gasped, turning back to see San wide awake. 

“Don’t” he whispered, “don’t leave.” He looked at you with pleading eyes as you formulated your response. 

“San…” 

“Don’t say my name like that. Don’t do that.” You couldn’t tell for sure from the dim light coming in through the curtains, but his eyes looked wet.

“Last night was great,” you began “but us…San, we weren’t meant to last.” 

He moved closer to you, taking both of your hands into his. “Yes we were…I’ll prove it to you. I swear, this time will be different, just please don’t walk through that door.” 

You wanted to believe him. But you knew better. Of course, if you took him back, things will go well. But eventually, the same problems will resurface and you couldn’t handle being an afterthought again. 

Slipping your hands out of his, you cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. 

“I love you” he cried as you pulled away. 

“You’ll get over it in time.” You didn’t mean to sound so cold, but one of you had to try and not be a sobbing mess. 

He watched you as you dressed yourself. He wanted to protest more, but his throat tightened, making it hard to produce any more sounds. Although you tried to hide it, you so desperately wanted to cry in his arms and never let go. You loved him more than he could ever imagine, more than he ever loved you. But the circumstances were different and this was all for the best, you told yourself. 

Walking to the door, you paused before placing your hand on the knob. 

“You’re wrong,” San said from his place on the bed, “I’ll never get over you.” 

Not looking back, you took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

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[youn9racha]

Bunny

pairing: chan x fem!reader x minho

genre: smut

sypnosis: being the main producer and the main dancer isn’t an easy task to maintain, especially not to chan and minho, who are well-known for these two roles respectively. however after seeing how worn out chan is, minho offered another way of destressing, and opted to share his bunny with him.

words: 5.1k

warning: piv, threesome, strip tease, fellatio, slight frottage, dom!chan, dom!minho, discussion of free-use, pet names (bunny, baby girl, and others), reader is referred as girlfriend and uses she/her as her pronouns, cuckolding, lower cap intended, mentions of spit and corruption, unprotected double penetration (wrap before you tap), just outright filth

extra notes: FINALLY,,,,, THE MOMENF WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR,,,,,, MY SECOND MINCHAN PIECE 😔🙏 i was so ready to scrap it but i finally did it 💆‍♀️ i hope you all enjoy it !!! i appreciate if y’all gave me feedbacks and revlog it please 🥺🙏 thank you !!!

side note (?): also im not sure if i set up a tag list or not, but i remembered someone asking to be tagged when this publish, but i can’t remember their @ :((( whoever you are please lmk

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

it was a late work hour.

everyone has packed their stuff and opted to leave to their homes and take the rests they deserve or have some quality time with their loved ones with the ounce of energy they maintain, as one should. however that wasn’t the case for the two oldest members of stray kids.

it was a conscious and coincidenental decision they both made, as they felt like they needed to do more for the group’s upcoming project.

so right now one’s tapping on the mouse whilst wearing headphones that blares out the music that he created, adjusting the vocals and beats of the songs that he make, with the help of changbin, jisung and other producers of course, whom left the studio not too long ago. meanwhile in the dance studio, one’s stepping and moving his body in ways not many can achieve, following beautifully along with the music that is planned to be released sometime soon.

both of them were rightfully exhausted from the mountainous of work they’re putting themselves through. both chan and minho turned off the music in their respective rooms as they both packed up their things to leave the building. intially, chan’s plan was to just simply just take a shower, he knew he needed it after a long hard word day, and maybe start working out and write another song he has in mind— his insomnia will never give him a break. minho has planned to do the same thing as well but he also wants to spend time with her…

his bunny.

he had texted her prior to get ready before he arrives, because he knew he wasn’t going to sleep almost instantly. once he heard a ding on his phone, he picked it up from his pocket and looked down at the notification.

it was from y/n.

he opened up the message and smirked at what he saw on the screen. her being sat on the ground with a baggy white button down shirt on, more than likely to his white shirt, with one sleeve slumped over that exposes her lacey black bra. she pouted into the camera as you showcased the most feign innocent eyes to him. she looked too cute in the picture, he thought, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

being too indulged into the picture and responding back with a simple “i’m on my way,” to his quote-on-quote bunny, he ended up bumping into someone making him twist his body to whoeverhe had impacted.

“hey, watch where you’re go—” he nearly scolded at whoever he had just hit, assuming it was a trainee or a staff member—maybe even his boss—, until he recognized the big black hoodie and mop of dyed curly hair, “oh, hey bang chan, i didn’t see you there,” he spoke softly, more apologetically even. but chan seems to be unphased with minho’s impact or his near chastisement, as he only tiredly smiled at the younger man in front of him, “don’t worry about it.”

minho couldn’t help but observed the man in front of him, eyeing his face mainly. he looked matte dry, skin looking whiter than the walls that surround them, a reddish purple halo forming around his hooded eyes, had it not for his odd habit of applying chapsticks every five seconds, minho would mistaken him for a walking dead. this man was the epitome of exhaustion in human form.

“jesus, man, you look like shit,” minho bluntly spoke, making chan scratch his neck in abashment.

”well, thats a great way to boost my already damaged self-esteem, thanks,” chan responded back, sarcasm was present in his tone but awareness was very present as well.

minho knew that chan puts himself in so much work, so much that he puts his own health and sleep in jeopardy, which minho finds very ironic and hypocritical, since he‘s the one who would often tell the boys and stays to take care of themselves and put their healths first over everything. but nevertheless, he can still see the man slowly deteriorating.

”no, but for real, man, you need to rest,” minho said, concern laced in his tone, which chan just shook his head and flail his hand up and down, “nah, don’t worry about it, i’m not that tired.”

minho was not convinced that from the inside out that chan was not stressed or worn out, but he had to take his word for it. its one thing minho learned from past experience; is to not test chan and anger him, the patient and quite ones are always the scariest when mad afterall— so much so, even minho himself, who does not get intimidated by others easily, fears him. however, minho still felt like he had to intervene and think fast before chan would go do something that will debilitate him physically, and maybe mentally.

“well, i have an idea, why don’t you come with me, yeah?“ minho suggested, making chan furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

minho has no idea what has gotten into him, but he knew he had to improvise in ord to help his friend out. he is hesitant to do what he’s doing, but he still thinks that chan might need it.

bemused, chan replied, “isn‘t your girlfriend at home waiting for you? i thought you had plans,”

meanwhile minho’s relationship was private and secretive to the public, his bandmates still very well know of her existence and have interacted with her from time to time, and chan was no exception of that. chan has met her a couple of times and he sense nothing but good vibes from her, and he trusts her with taking care of minho. and he especially knows that she and minho are preoccupied this evening, so it was odd for minho to just invite him on the day she and him were supposed to hang out.

“well, yeah, but i’m sure she’s gonna be fine with that,” minho responded with a shrug, almost like he doesn’t get why chan would mention it in the first place. but chan didn’t buy it that easily, he didn’t ruin your presumed long awaited plan you two had, so he politely declined.

”sorry, man, i’d love to come over, but i don’t wanna get in the way.”

minho flailed his arm as he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “chan, trust me, y/n and i had this day planned for us to relieve our stress, i’m offering you to join along because i think you needed it the most.”

minho’s word sounded more convincing than he previously was. chan was under the impression that you two had a late night dinner or something along the lines of that, based on the way he worded it at least. but still, chan didn’t budge just yet.

”i don’t know, lino,” chan seemed very hesitant with minho’s request. part of him wants to accept his offer and wonder what it is that you two do to relax, and also his place wasn’t far so it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and rest a little bit. however, there’s this part of him where he feels guilty for getting into the way of a very intimate moment between the two of you, despite the fact minho offered him to come in anyway.

minho just looked at chan blankly and shrugged with a sigh, “i’m just saying, i think you might want to come in and join us for tonight” his voice was very dark and raspy, almost seductive even. something about minho’s tone and attitude just now sent chan into alarmed mode.

what does he mean by that?

chan thought to himself as he looked at the boy with wide eyes and confusion, with minho smiling menacingly and nudged chan’s shoulder, pulling him closer to his side as they started walking,

“let’s go… i think y/n would be pleased to see you”

“i regret this already” chan thought to him, walking behind minho.

as soon as they were going up the stair to his complex—upon chan’s request—, minho was smirking all along, making chan even more suspicious, slowly regretting for accepting his offer. ”minho, i don’t know what you are planning, but you‘re freaking me out,” chan finally proclaimed as they arrived at the door of his apartment.

minho sighs as he turned to chan, his hands on both of his shoulders, and shook him slightly, “look, y/n and i have a mini surprise for you, sure it maybe last minute, but i know it’ll be a worthwhile for you,” he got closer to his ears to whisper, “i know this is something you’ve always wanted.”

chan froze in his place, as minho backed away from him, one of his corner of his lips perked up in a half smile before turning around to open up the door. chan‘s face flushed at his words, he wants to say he is clueless about minho’s words but for some reason he can see the dots being connceted, and is nervous to whats become.

“bunny?…” minho called out before turning back to chan, his head tiled to the direction of his house, signaling him to come in, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

chan gulped before walking into the house. it was slightly dimmed, the living room window showcased the night of seoul with the lights of the skyscrapers from a distance sprinkling along the dark city, meanwhile the lamp in the corner tried its best to illuminate the room slightly.

“y/n? where are you, baby? i’ve got channie with me,” minho called out, almost softly, which weirded out chan a bit. minho was always known to be slightly impetuous and hotheaded, so seeing him being all soft and gentle was a rare sight to see—and creeped chan out. minho offered chan to sit on the sofa as they both waited for you to come out.

the silence and wait was getting tensed by the second, minho‘s nonchalant leg cross as his fingers tapped on the armchair patiently was contrasting chan’s anxious shakey legs, and lip bite. the calm man took notice of his apprehensive friend, as he just snickered at him, “dude, relax, its not like y/n is coming with a knife and kill you.”

before chan would retort back and tell him that what he said wasn’t funny, his head snapped to the direction of the hallway, where he heard a door opening and footsteps. minho and chan knew who was coming up, but minho got up with a smile as the walking figure came out of the hallways, simultaneously chan‘s bitten lips escaped out of its mouth as his mouth was open agape.

it was y/n.

it was y/n in a way chan has never thought of seeing her in flesh like that. she walked out in a simple robe, her hair neatly made yet not too much styling, her skin naturally bare with only an addition of mascara, light blush and lipgloss. she looked at minho with a smile as he approached her, “hey, bunny,” he softly spoke before he wrapped his arm her waist and planted a lip-lock kiss.

feeling like a third-wheel, chan just shook his head and looked away, wondering to himself, “what the fuck is going on?!”

when minho pulled away, he leaned in to whisper, but the action was seeming to be irrelevant because it was still loud enough that chan is capable of hearing what he is saying, “you know what to do, take care of channie for me.”

sealing off the words with an encouraging forehead kiss and light smack in her behind. this whole time you and chan maintained eye contact through the reflection of the window. minho suddenly disappears into the hallway while she just walked over to chan, his head still facing away from her, but his eyes are still on you through the reflection.

once she stood in front of chan, he turned around and looked up at her. as clueless and guilty as he feels for thinking like this, she looked so angelic with the way she stood in front of him, leaning down to him and smiling to him. her face glowed perfectly up close, the robe slightly slumped down, giving him a view of her cleavage and her black bra. his ears burned red the more her face got closer to him, gulping with every closing inch. he shouldn’t feel like this, that’s his friend’s girlfriend in front of him, but he cannot help it.

she looked so enchanting…

”hey, channie,” she chuckled, scrunching up her face with a smile. she looks so innocent, but yet her hands roaming around chan’s legs were the complete opposite.

“uh-uh… hey y/n…”

chan gets flustered by the second as he follows her every move, her leaning back slightly just to push him back into the sofa and straddling his lap. she only giggled as her hooded eyes looked down at him, meanwhile chan’s red ears started to spread through his face, his hands float around her figure, unsure if he should touch her. chan turned to see minho’s whereabouts, only to feel a fingertip in his chin and turned his head to the girl sitting on his lap.

“it’s okay, channie, minho told me that you were stressed,” her eyes sparkled in pretend innocence, and her hands just rubbed up and down his shoulders, squeezing from time to time, “i am here to take care of you… is that okay?”

chan was very hesitant at the request, but considering how far this has been going—and how god damn adorable she looked with her crotch placed an inch closer to his almost throbbing cock—he didn’t have the guts to decline, not to a face like her’s.

he sighs through his nose, and nodded, “make me feel good.”

a response that satisfied the girl sat on top of him, she started to get closer and pressed her body to his, sensing her body heat on his hoodie covered torso. she placed her lips on his, escaped moans from both of you but capturing it in their entangled tongues. her hips got in contact with chan’s sweatpants cladded semi-hard length and began grinding on it, cause both to shudder in the movement.

she giggled at the sensation, whilst chan only giggled back in nervousness, before she started to attach her lips into his jaw and neck before grazing it, making him hiss at the pleasuring feeling. even though he would be a liar if he claims that whatever is happening right now is not pleasant to him—quiet the contrary, he’s loving every second of it—, his confusion has never left his head and is still very much resides in his head rent free.

”y’know, channie,” her voice interrupted chan’s near self-doubt thinking, still grinding on him. her voice was breathy and mainly consisted of gasping cuss words due to the feeling of your covered heat rubbing against chan’s cock. chan can sense his cock was getting harder and harder by the second the more she grinded on it, and he was letting out little grunts on the way as he looked up at her.

”i’ve always wanted to do this,” she sighed before speaking, biting her lips as to not get overwhelmed by the stimulation. chan’s eyes squinted yet his head tilted in a questioning matter.

“w-what do you mean?” he stuttered as his hands flailing around, not knowing where to put it.

she bit her lips as she exhaled through her nose, “i talk about you a lot… with... minho and how… i want you and him to… fuck—”

“i want you two to ruin me…”

her words were broken in breaths and moans due to the stimulation and her slight increase of hip movements yet chan, despite being pleasured as well, heard her very well, and to say it shocked him would be an understatement.

he always saw her as a sweet girl, and would admit that she’s very attractive physically, intellectually and personality wise. but he had still lowered his gaze when she’s around and maintained showing respect to her. not only because she’s his friend’s girlfriend, its just sheer basic decency really, he thought to himself. so the fact that she confessed her dirty sin to him as she is rutting herself against him made him feel differently towards her. almost like the guilt he had had shifted something else, something more sinister.

chan only looked up to her with a smirk, eyes suddenly darkened, arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss abruptly. her moans were on his tongue as he tasted her mouth, wine and cherries were very present in her mouth creating a bittersweet flavoring for the kiss.

Through her lips, chan whispered, “so minho’s bunny been thinking of other men, huh?” she whimpered at the nickname that sort of held a humiliating meaning to it,

“what a naughty girl.”

his coos were demeaning to her and it shows through her pout and her hips moving faster, making chan breathe heavily at her pathetic moves. chan held her hips for her to stop, which let her whine at the lack of friction. she can sense chan’s length underneath, albeit clothed on both sides, she can sense his girth just placed in her folds. his girth is slightly less than minho’s but chan can definitely beat him in terms of length however.

chan looked up and down on her, from her pretty face, to her black brastrap that sits on her glowing shoulder, to her robe that is tied loosely on her waist. she looked so radiant on top of him, with her bottom lip tugged in her teeth and her eyes sparkling at him, silently begging for him to do something.

before he could give a command, he suddenly heard an affirmative “strip for him,” from the right side of the living room, making both heads twist to the source of the voice.

minho stands with his arms observing both of the figures in front of him with a blank expression. chan was taken aback by his presence and couldn’t help but carry this tiny ounce of guilt for touching his girlfriend. however, it was only tiny because a great majority of his inner guts were exhilirated excitement over how he can make someone else’s muse weak for him.

it’s almost like a profound taboo fetish, he does feel bad for having it in him and doesn’t really want minho’s girlfriend by any means, but just the sheer thought that he can make her all excited and wet for him and it wasn’t by minho, which he is seeing. something about the significant other looking at his partner getting fucked by someone else aroused him.

its like minho read his mind when he uttered what he uttered, which sort of ticked off chan, but he later turned his head back to the sudden light feeling of the air straddling him instead of the girl in front of him. she was looking at minho, almost like she wanted approval from him, to which he only silently nodded back and sat down in the armrest, crossing his legs and arms, observing both of them.

she looked back into chan’s darkened gaze, suddenly feeling the intimidation coursing through her veins. this was different from the gentle and kind chan she always knew, he looked like a predator ready to hunt it’s prey. she looked back at minho, and his gaze wasn’t any different from chan, if anything it was perhaps much more dimmer than what chan carries, but the only difference is that it carried a slight encouragement in his eyes.

he only tilted his head to chan’s direction before her eyes landed back on chan once again and her shaky hands reached the ribbon that wrapped around her waist that kept the robe concealing her body. chan’s eyes traveled with her the direction of her hands disrobing herself with her pulling the loose bow-tied ribbon, allowing the robe loosing in a parallel form exposing just the center part of her body.

she shrugged her shoulders as she slowly lets the robe fall off of her glowing body, showcasing that black lingerie that was hiding from both men, thanks to the fabric earlier. however, despite her not being fully bare, the undergarments left little to the imagination as the bra was sheer to the point that chan can distinguish her nipples very clearly from his view, and her underwear was a laced thong that showcased more of her than what it should be.

chan‘s breath was unsteady, his pale face turned flush, fingers gripped the cushions in a firm manner, as his erection was getting more sore by the second, while minho was contrasting the older man’s appearance; he was calm and collected, you could say he was unbothered if it also wasn’t for his pop up stand in between his legs.

she maintained eye contact with chan as she got closer to him once again. instead of straddling him like last time, she sat on her knees in front of him, her hands pushed his muscular legs apart before getting to the belt lace of the sweatpants and untying it. chan could only anticipate as her movements were agonizingly slow, she sees how his cock twitched as the two seperated laces created an emphasis on his cock, making her smirk menacingly.

”get on with it,” chan groggily whispered as she finally held the top of his pants, along with his boxer, before she pulled it off his hips. his length finally sprung open as it exposed into the cold air and hit his stomach, making him groan in contact. her mouth watered at the scenery, while minho raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at what the leader carried. it was impressive and a pleasant sight to say the least.

however chan suddenly went back to his flustered state, suddenly finding the urge to pull up his pants, that is until she began to tongue kiss the lower shaft, making him jump and let it out a short moan. she kissed up his cock up to his tip, licking the tip slightly, making him throw his back and elicit more moans. she could taste his pre-cum through the slit as she finally inserted her mouth down his cock, the warmth of her mouth and throat made chan shudder and his mouth agap, especially when she started to bob her head.

chan would occasionally buck his hips upwards, resulting in her gagging at the sudden movement, as he pants at how she was taking all of him in her mouth. his eyes cracked open, darting slightly downwards to look at her head moving in a up and down movement.

his eyes were on her and the way she would look up at chan occasionally as a way of saying “does that feel good?” through her feigned-innocent eyes, in contrast to her wet, clenched core.

minho began taking in the sight, he may seem unbothered but he started to feel himself getting hard by the sight. his hand involuntarily started to roam downwards where his cock is located, and had the urge to palm himself right there but he can’t give in just yet, he thought.

”stop.”

she stopped her motion as chan groaned at her paused, ruining his surge of cum that was ready to spill all over her mouth. minho commanded with an expressionless face, as he got up closer to the pair. he pulled her out by the hair, giving chan a look at her messed up face. her face was smeared with her non-waterproof mascara tears—that she may or may not have worn on purpose—as well as how her chin was glistening with spit coating it. she looked like a hot mess, with the emphasis on the hot, at least to the two men.

“you like what you see, huh?” minho teased chan, as he slightly shook his girlfriend head by tugging on her hair, making her whine softly. chan could only gulp and blush as everything was crashing down on him. there was this sense of humiliation that comes with this whole ordeal, but it wasn’t like chan was opposed to. if anything, he seems to be more aroused than he was a few minutes ago.

but he wasn’t going to submit to minho, not at all. instead he only looked back at y/n. she’s only breathing heavily while she gave a feign innocent look mixed with desperate to chan, waiting for him to give her something to do. he darkly smirked, which mirrored minho’s, looking at and getting closer to her.

”i think this bunny of yours wants be fucked by us at the same time,”

that statement made minho raise his eyebrows in amusement, while her eyes were widened as she clenched herself around the air.

”is that so?” minho tilted her head to him, and asked, “is that what you want?”

she could only nod at him with desparation, “uh-ha, please do, i want two cocks in me,” the way it spilled out her mouth was pure filth; exactly how both men liked it.

minho let go of her hair and started to strip, “ride him,” he commanded to her as she did as told, while she was getting up and removing her undergarments, chan was discarding away his clothes out of his body. the three of them are now fully nude, with y/n started with her first move. she laid chan horizontally, letting his head lay on the pillow covered armrest, that he placed himself.

she got on top of him as she aligned her wet slit across his hard cock before slowly inserting and stretching herself out, making him hiss and her whine at the sensation. she was used to minho’s cock before this and, although the thickness was familiar, the more she got lower on chan, the more she elicits more whiney noises. she adjusted to him before she started to slowly lift her hips up, assuming that she was giving minho a view he’s seeing.

unexpetedly, however, she began feeling another stretch from behind making her moan even louder as she threw her head back and landing on a shoulder. minho snuck up behind her while she was adjusting to chan’s length, and when she lifted her hips, that was his cue to insert himself in her other hole.

“move,” this time chan was the one who commanded, but she didn’t follow through immediately as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation of dual pressure. she suddenly felt a smack on her ass, making her jump and moan, turning around to see a sinister blank faced minho, “you heard the man…”

and there, she started to move up and down on the two cocks, making the three elicit loud moans. it looked almost pornographic with the noises, the position, the way the two men gripped at the girl’s body—especially with how chan was holding her hips and minho was holding her chest—, the overall mood was just arousal, as well as the stench.

“fuck bunny you take daddy’s cock so well,” it seems as though chan was thinking out loud while he lets out a lot of elaborate yet hot statements that made her whine out as she rolled her hips more, and thus creating a domino effect as minho—along with chan—groaned with her movements.

the action proceeded for a bit until chan started to proclaim through his groans and heavy breathing that was he was close, along with minho. at that point, she began bouncing on the two cocks, helping them to reach their orgasm faster. chan wanted her to follow along with them, so he began to stimulate her clit with the flicks of his fingers. it’s almost like as if chan telepathically spoke to minho, as he began massaging the girl’s nipples, making her yelp as her thrusts started to become sloppy.

and after a few more thrusts, the three have reached their cloud nine, leaving them breathless and overwhelmed, yet overjoyed, by the new experience. they all just collapsed, with her on top of chan and minho on the backrest of the couch, all three trying to catch their breaths.

after a few minutes of attempting to get back to reality, minho was first to sober up as he got up, holding the girl’s waist as he pulled away from her, making both groan. he could his and chan’s cum seeped through her hole, which caused him to smirk at the sight.

he tapped her side, “baby?“

“hm?”

“you need to get up, you need to clean up as well and i’m sure channie here wants to get cleaned up as well.”

she only nodded and got herself off of chan. chan still laid there in disbelief, not sure if what he experienced was a dream or reality. he was snapped back to reality after he felt a pillow getting thrown at his face.

“hey, mr. i like to get called daddy, get up and wash up, we don’t want you getting infections,” minho rolled his eyes, teasing him with that nickname, making chan blush. minho tilted his head to the direction of the hallway, “the guest bathroom is right at the end of the hallway…”

minho paused before saying, “unless if you want to join us,” giving him a suggestive look.

chan could only look at minho with squinted eyes, only for minho to respond back in feign offense, “oh don’t act like we haven’t just rubbed balls just now… but it’s up to you to join or not,”

and with that weird statement, minho disappea into the hallway to the bathroom, presumably where y/n’s at. chan remained in the couch for a bit, still processing what had happended.

his guilt earlier has drifted and it switched to suddenly excitement, making him laugh at the realization. although, he isn’t sure if he would do this again, but there’s this two things for sure…

he would want to thank minho for this moment… and he really did just rubbed balls with him.