#i am tired and i wanted to get this out... so. yeah

[thesuperiorrobin]

Safe space~

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Crush!Reader

Warnings: none

Damian needed to get out of the house.

Immediately.

Somehow, everybody seemed to be pushing his buttons just right, from the way Jason would just come in unannounced and eat the food while chewing loudly, Dick trying to invade his personal space while completely yelling in his ear, and when Tim would enter a room he was in he would get this annoyed and ticked off feeling that just had him puffing and glaring at the tired man. He needed to leave the manor or else the entire building would be ashes on the ground in the next ten minutes. Bruce was nowhere to be seen and Alfred was doing his own little thing in the kitchen, probably feeding a very hungry Jason.

Damian hides himself in a black car that belonged to his father, a nice old Aston Martin DBS and as he sits in the driver's seat with his phone in his hands he can only stare at the screen, thumbs typing away.

Damian: are you awake?

His eyes glance up at the time on his phone, reading 10:37 pm. He hopes you’re awake, considering it’s a school night after all. He waits for a response, three minutes go by and his phone vibrates in his hands.

You: yeah was literally about to go to bed and rote until 3 am.

You: why? Wanna play Roblox?

You: see I told you it wasn’t so bad. Now I got you addicted 🙄🤚

Damian rolls his eyes at his screencast shaking his head as he starts to type. On your side of the screen, you can see the bubble disappear and appear, for a solid minute before he finally sends the message.

Damian: if you are not busy, I would like for you to accompany me.

You: YAY ROADTRIP😩

You: where we going?

You: also I’m like broke .38 cents isn’t really going get me anything.

Damian: Anywhere. I just need to get out of the house to take a breather and don’t worry about it, whatever you need I’ll get it for you.

You: you okay? Did something happen?

Damian: No. Just be ready when I get there.

You: okay😑

He really hates that stupid emoji.

You’re running out the door when you get the ‘I’m here’ message from him and Damian watches as you almost miss a step and trip over your own feet. You make it into his car in one piece and buckle yourself in.

Damian can see that you were getting ready to lay in bed, entering his car with your hair out of your face, all cozied up with warm black pants that had kuromis imprinted all over, and a black zip-up sweater that’s keeping you warm.

“Helloooo~” you breathe out, placing your tote bag on your lap as you glance at Damian “So where we going?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah….but I wanna skip the meal and go straight for the dessert!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” you shrug “we got free will, why not use it”

This is where you were now, in the car as your choice of music plays softly, after Damian so kindly gave you the Aux after complaining about his music taste for a solid minute. Your seat is, moved back giving you room to get comfortable as you face Damian with your leg bent over the other.

You seem to be yapping away with the milkshake in hand as you wave it around slightly and he listens, eating away at his ice cream cone as he watches your every move.

Damian feels at ease, relaxing up against his seat as he glances at you—eyeing every feature on your face. From every eyelash to every acne scar to every birthmark to the smile lines that grace your face. He’s memorized them by now. You feel his eyes on you, and as you glance up to stare up at him he looks away shyly.

Clearly out of character for him.

“Is there something on my face?” you question as your arms reach out to pull down the car's visor, seeing as it had a little mirror to look at with little lights to see in the dark “Do I have whipped cream on me?”

“No… just thinking” he breathes out, eyes fixed out ahead of him.

You hum, eyes never leaving the visor as you answer back “Does that have anything to do with why you wanted to get out of the house tonight?”

He doesn’t answer instead, he takes a glance back at you. You’re staring back at him with a questionable look, visor now put back up. He takes a look at your hand, fingernails shining in the moonlight.

“Did you get your nails done?” He’s quick with the topic change, seeing as you glance down to show him but you retreat your hand back with a glare.

“Don’t change the subject!”

It takes hums a moment to answer before sighing “It was nothing serious….every little thing my brothers did irritate me”

“Ah…sibling irritation” you let out a breathy laugh “I get it, your brothers can be a handful sometimes”

At least you get him, others really wouldn’t, and his father sometimes doesn’t. It’s not like he had any siblings growing up anyway. Sometimes people would disagree with him, but you seem to agree with everything he says even if he’s wrong, which is rare, but you still do anyway.

Sooner or later the conversation seems to shift from a different topic to another different topic—and it seems like the cycle continues for hours.

He likes this.

You aren’t loud, you aren’t slurping away at your drink and your presence doesn’t seem to annoy him at all.

Yeah, he enjoys your presence more than anyone he knows.

and as he finishes the last of his ice cream he clutches his head, groaning as he hears you laugh.

“Brain freeze dumbass”

He starts to laugh too, and now the car is filled with your giggles and his breathy laughs.

Yeah…. You’re his little safe space and he’ll do anything to protect it.

Was literally supposed to post something for Valentine’s Day but I ended up getting the flu plus strep throat and an ear infection all at once so I couldn’t write it 😕.

[evamame]

12:08 am | osamu miya

osamu always takes care of you after you come home drunk from a long night of partying

cw: sfw, fluff, alcohol/mentions of being drunk, fem!reader x osamu miya, established relationship, pet names

wc: 853

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coming home drunk after a long and eventful night out with your girlfriends to osamu miya, who already has your bed ready with a glass of water on your nightstand. as he hears you fiddling with your keys outside the front door, he hops up from the sofa where he was watching tv and waiting for you to finally arrive home. you stumble through the door in your drowsy state and he quickly leans down to assist you in taking off your heels so you don’t trip over your own feet.

“welcome back hon’,” he greets you softly. he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the bathroom, where he already has a fresh pair of your favorite pajamas ready and laid out on the counter. he lifts you up and sits you down on the edge of the smooth granite top, getting micellar water and a cotton pad to take your makeup off. what was once a beautifully put together look now dawns your face with runny mascara and caking foundation, but he still finds you stunning nonetheless.

“did ya have fun?” he questions as he begins gently removing all of the gunk off your face.

you close your eyes and let him work his magic. by now, he’s remembered your skincare routine, and always makes sure to lay out your bottles before you return home so he can get you ready for bed as quickly as possible. maybe it’s just extra relaxing in your drunken state, but it feels like he does it better than you. “yeah, i had lots of fun! we danced a ton, and i got tons of compliments on my outfit from my friends!” you respond happily, but your voice lacks articulation and has an underlying hint of grogginess from your exhaustion, making it a bit hard for him to understand your words.

he smiles amusedly, a barely audible chuckle escaping his lips. “that’s good, ya do look gorgeous.”

he finishes wiping off your makeup with the micellar water, placing the bottle on the counter and discarding the cotton pad in the trash. he moves on to washing your face thoroughly with face wash before moisturizing your skin.

“i can take care of myself. you must be tired having to stay up for me,” you comment.

he shakes his head, voice soft but firm, “i wanted to make sure ya got home safely. plus, yer clearly too worn out to properly take off yer makeup. i doubt ya would’ve done it yourself. and ya should never go to bed with it on, ya know?”

“i know, i know.”

he gives you a nod, satisfied with your answer. he lifts you up and back onto the ground, “turn around for me hon’.”

you comply, and he slowly unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor. you step out of it, and he helps you put on your pajamas.

“feelin’ better now? a lil’ more refreshed at least, i hope.”

“yeah, i feel much better.” his lips tug into a small smile at your words. he grabs the brush on the counter, holding it up, “come sit. i’ll brush yer hair.”

osamu guides you to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting the space in between his legs. you sit on his lap, staring tiredly at the wall ahead as he begins to soothingly run the brush through your hair. the way he ever so gently runs the bristles through your locks is calming. even simples acts of domesticity like these show how much affection and love he has for you, and the way he takes care of you on any and every day conveys more than any words can.

“all done,” he murmurs quietly as he finishes, placing the brush down on the sheets beside him. he runs his fingers gently through your brushed hair for a minute, a comfortable silence falling through the room.

you let out a tired yawn, and then he’s reminded of the task at hand, “let’s get ya to bed now. ya need all the rest you can get.” and with that, he pats your back to tell you to stand up, guiding you to your side of the bed. he helps you to crawl under the covers, tucking you in and making sure you’re comfortable. he tenderly hands you the glass of water he had prepared, making sure you’re holding it steadily before letting go. “take these. and drink all the water. it’ll help ya with yer hangover in the morning,” he instructs, picking up two painkillers and handing them to you.

you pop them in your mouth, downing the glass of water with them. he takes the empty glass from you and sets it back down on the table. then, he smooths out the blanket and presses a quick kiss to your forehead, his voice a low whisper, “goodnight sweetheart. sleep well, m’kay?”

you nod incoherently, clearly drained. he walks around to the other side of the bed and joins you under the sheets as you drift off to sleep.

a/n: i just know he makes you a full course meal for breakfast when you wake up with a pounding headache.

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[squishygirl46]

Hi everyone, this is a story about my deepest fantasies and dreams. It will be written about me Let me know if you like it. Part one: the beginning.

God, I don't know where I am, some man left a camera in the room and said I had to speak my mind on it or I would be killed. The last thing I remember is leaving the house to go to the store. Now I'm here and I don't know what's going on, I'm so scared….. There's only one dim lamp in this room, a big bed, a toilet, a speaker on the wall and a door. I'm probably going to be killed or raped, I don't know, I'm so scared. Suddenly a masked man came into the room, carrying a scale and a camera.

- Hi said: Get on the scale and take off your clothes. I obediently did everything he ordered. Completely naked I stood on the scale which said 45 kilograms(99 pounds). -You're skinny, now stand against the wall and turn sideways. I went to the wall and turned around, then he told me to stand in front of him and he was taking pictures. What a shame… But I can't help it, I'm so scared. After this strange photo shoot and weighing, the man left. I don't know how much time had passed, but I was very hungry. Luckily the man came back soon and brought a huge tray of food on a gurney. Fried chicken, potatoes, meat pies, pancakes, brownies and cake. There were also several bottles of soda and some pills.

-Whoa, why so much food, I can't eat that much. -No one's asking you. He told me to take two pills and a soda. After I drank them he left and closed the door behind him. I started eating and as usual I got full very quickly, literally after a couple wings my little tummy was full and I laid down to rest and fell asleep, I don't know how long I slept but after I woke up the food was still there and I was very very very hungry…. I started eating again. A few wings, then a brownie, washed it all down with soda, then wings again, then potatoes and then soda again… I could feel my stomach filling up, but the hunger didn't go away, and only after 30 minutes of eating and stopped for breath…. -Oh, God, what was that just now? -Ufff. I mumbled. I looked at the tray, it was covered in leftovers. I put my head down and saw that my stomach was protruding very much, as if I had been inflated like a car tire…. And it was so hard. I was very thin and this protuberance really stood out. I laid back on the bed and dozed off….. When I woke up, the tray was gone, but on the wall were my pictures and a graph with my weight written on it. God, what does that mean, am I being fattened up? I've always worked hard on my figure, I don't want to be fat, I need to exercise to burn off the calories from that gluttony. I got out of bed and started doing exercises, 50 squats, 10 push-ups and 50 abs, then I rested and did them again.

-Fuuuuh, now we can have a little snack, as long as we don't eat too much. Right after these words, this man came in again with a tray, this time there were mountains of fast food, 5 big burgers, a bucket of fries, wings, nuggets, and 2 bottles of coke. -Oh my god, I'm not allowed to eat that, I've always avoided fast food in my life-. But the man silently handed me two pills. -No, I won't take them, they make me unable to stop eating! In response to these words, he just took them and put them in my mouth, then clamped my nose and poured cola into my mouth, I had to swallow them…. -Good appetite- he said and left. I decided that a little fast food wouldn't hurt my figure, especially if I kept doing exercises, or even more exercises, yes, it wouldn't hurt. I took the smallest burger I could find and took a bite. -God, this is so good,” I said with my mouth full. And a wave of warmth spread through my body. -Yeah, one burger wouldn't hurt me. -Yeah. But I couldn't stop at one, as soon as I finished it I took a Coke to drink, I thought I'd just drink a little bit, but I started gulping it down greedily, like I hadn't had a drink in a year. I only stopped when I had half a bottle. Right after that, I went on a food binge. A burger, another one, fries, nuggets, all dipped in sauce and swallowed before I could chew. After 30 minutes of such piggishness, I felt nauseous and almost threw up. I decided to lie down and rest.

-I ate a ton of food again, my God, what am I turning into, but ok, I'll exercise some more and everything will be fine. I put my hand on my warm, bloated tummy and fell asleep. When I woke up I thought it would be a good idea to exercise. Like last time I got up and started squatting, but I stopped at 30 reps and sat on the bed…. The leftovers were beckoning me… -Okay, I've done enough, I can have a snack. I finished everything on the tray and went back to sleep… It went on like that for about two weeks

[everythingspokenfor]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Summary: Maybe you should have just asked him for help in the gym, rather that watching him from afar...

He can feel you eyes on him, at this point it's too obvious that you are oogling him, anyone can notice it. He is so sure now that you do stare at him, and that it's not a hallucinations his egoistic brain he is self aware came up with.

Tho, he'd appreciate if you just came up to him and asked for an autograph or maybe even a picture, but with the way things have been, he is starting to doubt whether you are a fan or a crazy stalker.

You joined the gym 2 months ago, initially minding your business, fumbling around equipments, form kind of shitty, technique somewhat concerning but alas there are gym instructors for this exact reason, not thinking much of it, he went on with his workout.

Initially, he did find you cute, would occasionally glance your way as you tried to navigate through the gym, almost giving away his own stalking tendencies, when he almost sprinted to help you, already having noticed your clumsiness.

It all changed when he started to notice you lingering around him, at some point in his workout he could see you stare at him, once he finishes you would work on the same equipment, albeit with lesser weights.

So, not only were you a creepy stalker, you were a freak too. He understands why heroes need security too, fans do sometimes loose themselves when it comes to their favourite heroes.

Rationally, you weren't causing him any harm, so he let it be. But, now it's getting out of hand, you stare at him throughout the workout, eyes only leaving his frame once he enters the men's locker room. He assumes that'll change soon with the way things have been, you'll find a way to watch him in there as well. Creeps always do.

He can't really complain to the Ryo, the gym owner, he is close to you. Bakugou had tried to enquire about you the 1st week you were here. But all he got was, that you were Ryo's junior from college, had shifted to Musutafu, joined the gym mostly because it allowed you to meet few people you already knew, plus you wanted to start working out.

Not was exactly skeptical about you, Bakugou was still suspicious, from what he had gathered, you liked to stare at him, looking keenly at him, and workout on the same equipment as him, although you did really copy his entire routine, your entire workout was still 30% of what he did, which as still alot considering that's all you did.

At one point, he got too irritated, finally sick and tired of you blatantly stalking him, he decided to confront you, actively looking for opportunities to corner you and ask what exactly is your issue.

Ryo hadn't come to the gym today, which meant he could have a little chat with you, without causing a scene. You were standing by the weights, exactly where Bakugou was before he went to a different equipment.

He comes to stand next to you, looking directly at your head, because once he started approaching, you looked down immediately refusing to lock eyes with him, embarassed to be caught idly standing in the gym.

"Can I help you?" You mutter, lifting your head, finally looking at him, the height difference made him appear more intimidating, he looked mad for some reason.

He pressed his lips together, as he glared down at you, "Yeah, stop being a fuckin' creep." He whispered, voice filled with threat, arms crossed with one hand pointing an accusatory finger at you. He breathed deeply, trying not to yell curses at you, expose your creepy behaviour to the entire gym.

"Sorry, what?" You gasp out, eyes narrowing, face scrunched up as you glared at him.

The audacity. He thought, why the fuck are you acting like he is the wrong one.

"Think I am stupid, I see you starin' at me, even using the machine I used, noticed how you barely even wait before getting on 'em after me." He moves in closer, sizing you up. "All you do is follow me 'round." Grunting in your direction, tightening his jaw, "Thought you were a fan but now it's fuckin' creepy."

"I watch your form." You blurt out, suddenly embarassed that your attempt at fixing your form, made you seem like a creep.

"Ryo, said to ask you for help, but I didn't want to bother," you lift your head to look at him, eyes twitching as you regretted your decision,"observing your form was good enough."

You let out a breath, realising your decision to not ask for help kind off came back to bite you in the ass. "Listen, I am sorry for coming across as a creep, but you could have approached this confrontation with lesser self obsession." May be that was a bit harsh, but if you were being honest, he had it coming.

He stared at you dumbfounded, lips parting to say something before he closes his mouth, not really sure what to say, now that his thinks about it, you did have difficulty with equipments and Rio did mention about starting the gym recently. Although your method to learn was odd, at the end of the day you didn't do anything wrong, and now he felt like an idiot.

"So-"

"It's alright, I don't wanna discuss this anymore", you cut him off, "we go back to working out and pretend this never happened."

You barely let him utter another word, already shuffling away to the changing rooms, he stares at the closed door, wondering how to go about now.

He should be happy right now, his gym experience should be back to peaceful without any peering eyes, but for some reason he feels uneasy.

You don't show up to the gym the next day, or the day after, and soon it's a 2 whole weeks since had seen you. He initial curiosity is now outweighed by his concerns, he knows he shouldn't enquire about you, especially considering the high chance you already told Ryo about the incident.

"Oi, Ryo, has yer' junior quit the gym?" He questioned Ryo, his features easy going like the answer to his question doesn't bother him, but his posture stiff, a tell tale sign of his genuine concern.

"Why? You miss her?" Ryo wiggles his eyebrows, elbow coming to playfully jab Bakugou's rib, "She just changed the timing of her gym," He does clarify, after he is done tormenting Bakugou, he is just glad you didn't tell Ryo about the conversation that day.

It's a lot later than his usual time, for a moment he wonders if you intentionally chose late evenings so there wouldn't be any chance of you running into him. But he needs to talk to you, set few things straight, apologise for his behaviour.

So, here he is, outside the gym, waiting for you to come out, fucking hypocrite he thinks to himself, he is the one acting like a creep right now, figuring out the time you got done, showing up a hour before, hands holding homemade katsudon, specifically choosing the day he knew Ryo wouldn't be available.

He watches you leave the gym, a large cross body bag hung on your shoulder, you are amidst of detangling your earphones when you hear a loud call od your name, turning around you find, Bakugou, the guy you allegedly stalked.

"What is it now? Do I have to change the gym?" Already assuming that somehow he had come to harass you again.

"That's not wha- nevermind, I am here to apologise." He didn't want to argue especially since he was here to apologise.

Your eyes widened, lips parting like you had seen ghost, did the prospect of him apologising really that foreign to you, "You okay, did you hit your head at the gym today?" You queried, faux concern painted on your features.

"Really funny." He deadpanned, he moved to stand in front of you, letting out a breath he looks back at you,"I did want to apologise, whatever I assumed was wrong and I should have handled it better."

His apology seemed rehearsed, in a way that it seemed almost endearing, like he stood in front of a mirror and practised it he did. You weren't really mad at him, you knew he wasn't at complete fault you messed up too not that you'll admit it.

"7/10." You breath out after a moment of staring at him, cheeky smile spreading on your face, he looks at you incredulously, before a grin paints his lips as well, "It's atleast an 8." He breaths out, finally joking around.

"So, that's it, I suppose." He rubs the back of his head, not really having planned what would he say afterwards.

"I could make it a 10 if I can help you with your form?" He mutters, eyes skeptical, hoping you'd allow him the second chance. He is staring at you, trying to gauge your response, based of your body language.

"Promise you won't accuse me of being a creep again?" You joked, willing to start over for the second time.

"Promise."

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 26

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

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a/n my cat is very sick this weekend so leave some comments to distract me, thankyou. have a lovely weekend, cuddle your pets

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Your phone drops from your hands onto the floor of the practice room, thunking softly against the hardwood. Your head follows, falling backwards in a controlled motion that ripples pain through the sore muscles of your abdomen, your legs, your back. The bright lights of the ceiling are little relief, even when you throw an arm over your tired eyes.

Your whole body aches, but that's nothing new. You've been at it for hours - and days, and months. You work hard and the crowd won't cheer, and you work harder and the company ask for more, and you put your every waking moment towards it and the fans don't see the difference, and the voices online are never happy, and the work just keeps coming, one performance after another, opportunity after opportunity to make a fool of yourself.

Your body hurts. It's inevitable. 

It's fine, even. It's been six years since you traded in youth for the promise of fame, after all; pain becomes a constant companion after a point, every dancer knows that. If your body doesn't hurt, then you're probably doing something wrong.

You have to get up. 

It's your own voice that gives the order, your mind that knows you have another performance to run through before you can be done, but your body doesn't move, the heat of it soaking into the lacquered floor. The will to dance has leeched out of your bones with it, and it feels guilty to admit that even to yourself, but there is nothing in you that wants to dance again. You kind of hate dancing right now - but this is your dream and there's one chance to get it right, and you cannot hate dance for even one moment.

You have to get up. You don't move.

The door opens, but you barely notice it, your breath settling and your eyes blocked from the light. You don't open them until the toe of a shoe nudges your side; then, you squint up at the blurry figure above you, waiting for your tired eyes to adjust again.

It's more the shape of his shoulders and the stout figure that give him away than the details of his face. "Binnie," you greet him with a sigh and rub at your face. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he answers. "Were you asleep?"

"No." You look up into his face again, but you're not sure he's convinced. "I'm just...resting."

A wry grin crosses his face, laughing out at you even as he offers you a hand up. "You looked more like you were dying," he tells you as he pulls you up into a sitting position.  "Or in a crisis."

"I am in a crisis," you quip. "I'm not very good at my job."

A finger flicks your forehead. You stare up at him accusingly, but he only shrugs. "People who say bad things about our noona get flicked," he informs you, and he doesn't sound the least bit remorseful. 

"You've got a lot of Stays to flick then," you grumble; and then add, "Slacker," to cover up the guilt that stabs at you so hard you nearly cringe at yourself. Ungrateful, he's going to say, or whiny. It's all you can think, so surely he would too. 

All he does is smile though. "After lunch," he promises. "Are you coming to eat with me?"

You stare at him, bemused. "I'm in the middle of dance practice."

Changbin frowns. "You said in the group chat that you were done."

"With that performance, yeah," you say, your hand drifting unconsciously towards your phone. "I still have the MAMA performance to try."

"It can wait until after lunch."

"Lunch can wait until after practice too."

"Not if it's that new place around the corner," he argues. "They close so early, this is my only chance."

You don't mean to, but you know your face tightens and your belly rumbles, suddenly aware of how hungry you are. "I have a diet, Changbin," you remind him gently. "There's at least four of the other kids at the company, they'll go with you."

"You've been suggested a diet," he amends without missing a beat. "Doesn't mean you have to do it."

"Do you come from another planet?" you scoff, squinting up at him. "Did we not sign the same contract?"

The smile he gives you is impish, spelling out trouble all over his face. "If you just ignore them long enough, they give up," he informs you proudly.

Your gaze runs over him again critically, tight shirt and loose pants cutting a figure you could never hope to mimic. "You're all muscle though," you point out, your finger jabbing accusingly in the direction of his chest, "even though you eat like a garbage can. Some of us are just fat."

"Garbage can?" he repeats incredulously, his voice rising with every syllable. He steps back, shaking his head, and you climb to your feet yourself, reaching back to fix your hair as you stand. "I eat like a normal person."

"Like three normal people, maybe."

"Come to lunch with me and I bet you'll eat more than me."

"You can come to lunch with me, in the cafeteria, sure."

He stares defiantly as he chooses his next words. You meet his gaze evenly. "I don't want to eat chicken and salad in the cafeteria," he whines after a moment. "Who even said that you were fat?"

"JYP himself," you deadpan, only cracking a smile at the anguished laugh that comes out of his mouth in response. "I don't know. A manager somewhere. Does it matter?"

You can see the teasing spirit drain from his face as his smile fades, his face turning to things that are softer, more serious. "As long as you know that you're pretty enough to make most of us look ugly, it doesn't matter."

You scoff again, your tongue tasting acerbic against the embarrassed red of your cheeks. "Pretty enough to be here," you reply. "Not the prettiest."

Changbin's arm is a heavy weight across your shoulders, squeezing you tightly as he all but drags you towards the door. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he says; and somehow, it is so friendly a comment that it doesn't heat your face again, nor come off as awkward; but that is Changbin's effortless charm, his friendliness. His ability to listen without judging.

Anyway, your lips curve up into a smile, your elbow digging into his side just long enough to make him let go of you so that you can open the door. "It's all plastic, buddy," you quip as he steps through, and pull it closed behind you. "I'm a modern scientific miracle."

For several seconds, he just looks at you, unsure whether to laugh or not. "Have you done anything?" he asks, just to ask, ambling along casually beside you. "You have such a nice face shape."

You contemplate your answer before you give it, your mouth opening and then closing again. "Maybe a little here and there," you say and let a little grin slip onto your face. "Maybe not. You know I was dropped from Midnight for being 'the wrong look', right?"

"I didn't know that," he says, cutting a glance at you. You wonder if, under the genuine astonishment that plays out over his face, he can see the way that acknowledgement still guts you like a knife. You'd managed to say it out loud without cringing away from it, at least; maybe the hurt is starting to dull. Maybe one of these days you'll be able to look forward at what you've got without also looking back at what they'd taken away from you.

"Well don't go changing now," Changbin says, pushing straight past the whole dilemma. "They think you're the right look for us; don't ruin it."

"I only aspire to look like you, Changbin-ssi," you assure him. 

He laughs at you; actually, properly laughs, his voice echoing down the hallway. "You can start by actually going to the gym," he tells you. "And going to eat ramen at the new place down the street. You can't claim to be Changbin when you're so small."

"Bit rich, coming from the smallest person in the group," you mutter under your breath, and you can't help but snort a laugh at the affronted shout that sounds from beside you as he tows you towards the elevators.

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[bumblesimagines]

i feel like i haven't seen you in ages.

how many years has it been since we ended things?

i'm sorry for everything. i really am.

Sam Carpenter

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Hauling a trash bag in one hand, (Y/N) shot off some quick texts with just his thumb, though it proved difficult when it kept wiggling and nearly slipping from his grasp. He gave a quiet, frustrated huff and stuffed the phone into his back pocket once he grew closer to the room where the apartment building's trash chute was located, small grumbles leaving him until he shouldered the door open and noticed another person inside. 

Immediately, he slapped a polite smile on his face and barely glanced at his presumed neighbor. He learned quickly that only a select few residents living in the building actually wanted to befriend their neighbors; everyone else smiled politely and nodded stiffly without stopping for a greeting. Coming from a small, tight-knit town, the difference was startling.

The person, a girl he noted from the long hair, stood right in the corner of his eye, lingering. He would've assumed she needed help getting her trash down the obnoxiously small chute but there were no bags in her hands or resting near her feet. "(Y/N)?" She spoke quietly, her voice... familiar?

(Y/N) shoved his bag into the chute and took a breath before craning his head to look over his shoulder. It took him a moment, his sluggish brain still settling down from a long workday, but one good look at her face and a tidal wave of memories slammed into him.

Samantha fucking Carpenter. His high school ex-girlfriend who'd left a simple breakup voicemail before disappearing off the face of the Earth, only to reappear on the news following the massacre that ransacked their small town for what felt like the fourth or fifth time.

"Sam, Jesus... I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." He didn't think it'd be appropriate to mention he'd seen her plenty of times being blasted all over social media or shit-talked by the students of Blackmore University. He gave his trash bag another hearty shove so it finally tumbled down the tub. "How many years has it been since we ended things? Nine? It's good seeing you."

"Eight, actually." Sam corrected him softly, her arms curling around herself. She looked somber, melancholic, sober. A part of him felt guilty for being surprised with her sobriety, though, after everything she and her sister went through, he couldn't say he'd blame her for relapsing. "Yeah, uhm.. I'm sorry for everything. I really am. I should've- I don't know, been more considerate? I shouldn't have left like that."

"It's been eight years, Sam. All that's in the past now." He chuckled and dusted off his hands, offering her a half-shrug after. "I didn't think you'd end up in New York, though. What brought you to the city?"

"Tara, actually. She and her friends are attending Blackmore now. I, uhm.. I don't want her wandering the city without someone keeping an eye out for her." Sam let out a long sigh and brought her hand to her shoulder, her fingers kneading into her muscles. God, she really did look tired. He couldn't begin to imagine what went through her head. "I never thought I'd be the helicopter type but..." She shook her head. "What brought you here?"

His shoulders straightened and he grinned. "I work at Blackmore, funnily enough. It's my first year teaching Art History. I haven't seen Tara but if she takes Art History at some point, she might end up in one of my classes. Can't say I'll play favorites, though."

The ghost of a smile passed over her face and she laughed softly. "I'll tell her to keep an eye out for you. I think she liked you more than me."

"Yeah, well, I won her over by buying her ice cream all the time so I wouldn't take it personally."

Despite the years, and the heart-shattering way they parted, talking to Sam felt refreshing. There'd been a point in his life where they'd been best friends, even though they spent most of their high school years getting into trouble and making themselves extremely acquainted with the local cops. Things were different now; they were older, more mature, and with plenty of life experience in their back pockets.

"I'd love to catch up sometime, Sam." He told her gently. "I've got plenty of stories to tell."

Sam smiled again, this time wider. "I'd like to hear some, then."

[interstellarlyinlove]

Heartbroken (Feb 16th)

word count: 531

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus and Sirius are sitting across from each other in a cafe that serves the best breakfast Sirius has ever had. It’s absurdly early, the sun is not completely up in the sky, and the both of them are sweaty and miserable. At least, Sirius feels sweaty and miserable. 

“Do you feel good right now?” Sirius asks, stirring sugar into his coffee. 

Remus snorts. “I feel miserable.”

Sirius raises his cup of coffee for a pseudo toast. “Hear, hear.”

“Why would someone do something so energy consuming at five thirty in the morning?” Remus blinks, slumping in his chair. “I am so sore. And tired. How did you convince me to go?”

Sirius scoffs. “As if. It was your idea, darling babe. You wanted us to get into working out this year.” Sirius considers for a moment. “It wasn’t a bad workout class, honestly. Just rather intense.”

“And too loud and dark. Ugh. I can't believe I still have to go through an entire day.”

Sirius laughs. “That’s a funny sentence.”

Remus blinks again. “I have to teach in a couple of hours. Do you know how much fun I have teaching?”

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You love teaching.”

“I do,” Remus says, nodding miserably. “Just not after a high intensity– what is it that we did, again?”

“I’m not sure,” Sirius says. He rotates his shoulder and it pops. “All I know is I really underestimated how much it would kick my ass.”

“And to think we were teen Quidditch athletes a few lifetimes ago.”

Sirius laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t remind me, you’ll break my heart.”

Remus smiles and Sirius is in love with the smile lines around his eyes. “I know we’re not that peppy right now, but I think we kicked that workout’s ass as much as it kicked ours.”

Sirius nods. “Yeah, definitely.”

Remus looks at his watch. “When does your shift start?”

Sirius cringes. “I forgot about that.”

“You forgot about your job?”

Sirius smiles. “Yeah. I have a twelve hour shift today.”

“Oh no,” Remus says, sounding entirely too mortified. 

Sirius snorts. “It’s not that bad. It’s mostly just healing broken bones and runny noses this time of year.”

Remus shudders. “Oh, how I love teaching. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Anytime, Re,” Sirius says. He takes a biteful of his eggs. “I don’t necessarily want to do what we did this morning ever again, but this is nice. Spending more time in the morning with you.”

Remus throws his straw wrapper at Sirius. He’s smiling when he says, “You’re being entirely too sentimental for six thirty in the damn morning. Finish your breakfast.”

“Aye aye, cap–”

“We could do something less sweaty if you want. Next time.”

Sirius grins. “Oh, you can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Remus makes a show of moving out of his chair. “I will go home without you.”

Sirius reaches out for Remus’ hand and holds it. “Don’t. You’re the best part of my morning.”

Remus’ eyes soften. “You are, as well. Always.” He winks playfully. “Don’t tell anyone, though.”

Sirius mimics sewing his mouth shut. This is the best morning Sirius has had in a while. 

[4urvalidation]

A CASE OF LIMERENCE | Chapter Ten

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A/N: Listen - it's almost half past one am here, I can barely see, got work tomorrow and I tried to edit this as best as I could. That being said: I am obsessed with this chapter. Okay. Hope you enjoy ✨ I am going to bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: MDNI! graphic sexual content: characters being horny, oral (fem receiving), fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, suggestive language, mentions of birth control (lmk if something's missing)

Sarah is singing Happy Birthday from the top of her lungs; the grin on her pretty face growing with each passing second. When she’s done, they laugh so hard, Leni’s got tears in her eyes. The memory of last night slowly fades away from her mind, especially the hours she spent in the shower rubbing JJ off her skin.

“What are you doing out so early?” Sarah asks once she notices Leni isn’t in her stuffy hotel room, but on her bike, speeding down the streets of the island.

“Buying myself a birthday present.” 

“Ooh. And what will you be treating yourself to?”

“Plan B.” Leni says casually. “And some Sour Patch Kids.”

Sarah suddenly grows very quiet. When their gazes meet, there’s a perplexed look on her face and headphones in her ears, “Explain? Please?” 

“I had sex with JJ.” Leni sighs, her mind already alight with memories from the previous night and she really doesn’t want to relive every single detail, but the words are already falling out of her mouth and before she knows it, Leni’s recounted the entire thing. 

“Maybe he was nervous?” 

“Well yeah - he came right inside me - of course he was nervous.” 

“I meant him being bad at… sex, but yeah that tracks too.” 

Another sigh tears straight out of Leni’s throat. Suddenly she feels very tired and the barely four hours of sleep she somehow managed to get aren’t doing her any favors. 

“You want me to cancel tonight? We can just stay in your room, order junk food and watch crappy movies.” Sarah smiles kindly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes like it usually does. This whole entire thing is worrying her and Leni absolutely hates putting her best friend in this state. Especially after how hard she tried to get her and JJ together. “Or! Or - and I think you’re gonna like this one - Rafe gave me back my keys to Tannyhill.” The mention of his name sends a spiral of shivers down Leni’s spine. “So, how about we throw a little pool party? Girls only. Just like old times.” 

The corners of Leni’s lips perk up a little - it’s a rather tempting idea and she knows it would be a lot more fun than having to spend the rest of her birthday making sure things between her and JJ are cool, but…

Rafe.  

He’s definitely going to be there; lurking from the windows of one of the many rooms in Tannyhill and even though the thought creates a warm feeling in the bottom of her belly, Leni is still not ready to face him again. At least not this soon. Not when the memory of her embarrassing mewl is still so fresh in her mind. 

“I dunno, Sar.” 

“Oh come on! You said you miss the place!”

“I do, but-” 

“I get it. You wanna see JJ.” 

Leni blinks. No, she doesn’t. As a matter of fact, she wants to unsee him; permanently erase the memory of him digging inside her vagina and replace it with -

Rafe. 

Breathless, she watches his name flash across her phone as if manifested. “There’s no shame in liking him.” Sarah’s voice echoes back inside her head and suddenly she remembers they’re still on a call. ���Besides, you can teach him the things you like. I’m sure he’ll appreciate a lesson or two.”

Leni is playing it cool -  returns to her hotel room, takes the pill, opens the bag of Sour Patch Kids and just stares at Rafe’s Instagram profile until the screen goes black. Then, she changes out of her clothes; picks an outfit for the party; Facetimes her parents; avoids questions about Rose; watches an episode of her show and only when she’s completely out of things to pretend to occupy herself with, decides to hit accept on Rafe’s request.

And follow him back. 

She blinks. 

They’re mutuals now.

It’s strange - knowing him for such an incredibly long time; her entire life almost, but only now getting a glimpse of his social media. Sure, she’s gotten a few insights over the years: a screenshot or a silly video Sarah would send for the sole purpose of making fun of him or the stupid captions he’d make. 

He used to be so… cringey, so patronizing. With his stupid pastel polo shirts and ugly boat shoes; using every chance he’d get to call Sarah a bitch or humiliate her in one way or the other. Their arguments echo in Leni’s head as if they only happened yesterday. A mix of volatile screaming and bitter tears, always ending with Sarah threatening to tell their dad.

Rafe’s mouth would always fall slack when she’d say that. As if betrayed by her sudden decision to break one of their unspoken rules, he’d clench his jaw before stomping his feet on the way out of whatever room he had previously cornered them in. 

This is the person she likes. 

This is the asshole she can’t help lusting after.

And maybe that’s all that it is - crazy, stupid lust because it’s been a while since she’s had sex. Good sex. Brilliant sex. The kind that leaves her legs shaky for days and she can’t stop thinking about the things that are going to be done to her next. Or maybe her heart’s been broken to oblivion. Broken to the point where it’s affecting her mind and ability to think properly so now she’s got no other choice but to spiral after her best friend’s psychotic brother.

But he’s not psychotic. 

Rafe’s soft, toothy smile flashes before Leni’s eyes and her heart skips a beat. 

She wants to cry at the memory of the weight of his gaze. Those hauntingly blue eyes; dark and wild like the ocean on a stormy night and his hands - large and calloused - pulling at her waist, at her dress until he’s got her standing inches away from his face.

Leni wonders what his lips would’ve tasted like if he dared to kiss her. She imagines him tilting his head; thumb and forefinger angling her chin towards him - closer and closer- and he tastes clean. Like Coke or some fruity soft drink his friends would make fun of him for having. He’s soft, the kiss light and somewhat reluctant, but only for the first few seconds. 

The moment he feels her hands pressed against his chest is the moment Rafe deepens the kiss. He sticks his fingers between the loose, messy strands of Leni’s hair, while the others grip her waist so tightly, she thinks they might leave bruises. His tongue pushes her mouth open and he groans inside her throat - needy and desperate; hand suddenly bunching the corners of her dress; pulling the material over her hips and shoving his leg between thighs. 

She’s rubbing herself against him; each movement eliciting a round of deep, frantic moans that tear apart at her throat and leave the material of her thong in sopping ruins. His mouth is on her neck now - tracing her skin with wet, open mouthed kisses that fog her brain to the point she no longer has one. 

“Look at you. Look how desperate you are for me. How needy.” Rafe whispers in her ear; rough and patronizing as his thumb draws circles over her thong. The touch makes her hips buck forward and she mewls -  a loud, shameless one that makes him smirk darkly. “If I’d known you wanted my cock this badly I would’ve fucked you ages ago.” 

He removes his legs from between her thighs and for a brief terrorizing second, leaves Leni in complete and utter shambles. “Rafe,” She whimpers his name, practically on the verge of pleading. This isn’t fair; he promised her a present and now he’s making her beg and she’s going to; she’ll get on her knees and plead until her mouth is so full of him she can no longer think straight, but he’s got other plans. 

Pressing her against the window pane, Rafe pulls the dress over her head - leaving her in nothing but her thong and he’s kissing her again - except this time his lips inspect every needy inch of her body. Humming, he circles his tongue against her nipple; licking all the way down to the soft skin of her navel before burying his face between her legs. 

His blue eyes never leave her. They loom over her face as he eats her out like his life depends on it; like he hasn’t had a meal in days and she’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Her nails scratch at his buzzed head, gently tucking him closer until he’s decided to insert one of his fingers. 

The pressure that his touch elicits, along with the roughness of his tongue against her folds have Leni throwing her head back; practically slamming it against the window and she can no longer keep it in. She screams; frantic loud moans echoing across the entire dark room and his hand flies forward: a single calloused palm tightly pressed against her mouth, quieting her. 

“Oh you liked that, didn’t you sweetheart?” He slides a second finger inside her, fastening his pace and forcing yet another earth shattering moan out of her throat. “Shh - look at you going crazy and I still haven’t even put it in yet.” Rafe smiles, satisfied at the way he’s making her act right now and fuck she wants him. His fingers aren’t enough; they will never be enough. 

She needs him: hard and thick and throbbing inside her. 

And like he can read her mind, he unzips his pants in one single movement - exposing the enviable length of his cock and the way it presses itself against his taut stomach. Practically salivating, she finds herself reaching over to him - eager to feel his hardness between his fingers, but he’s got other ideas. 

He slides himself between her folds over and over until she has no other choice but to shamelessly mewl for him to stick it in. “Please… Rafe… please…” She pleads in between breathless sighs and he’s grinning now. He likes this; enjoys the sight of her begging for him. “I want you.”

“You want me?” Leni nods frantically at this question, fingers gently wrapping around his length and guiding him towards her sopping entrance. “No, baby. You don’t want me. You need me. Can’t even get wet without thinking about me. Look at me-” His hand touches her neck, gripping at it just enough so she would do as he says, “I want you to look at me, when you say it! Say that you need me!”

“I need you.” She mewls. 

“Where?” He grunts, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and teasing her to fucking oblivion, “Where do you need me, baby?” 

“I need you inside me. I need you so fucking bad. Please Rafe… please…” 

“Good girl. Say it again - say you need my cock.” She feels him push slowly inside her - thick and throbbing, ready to burst right then and there, but he won’t. He isn’t. 

But she is. 

Leni’s eyes fly open and she’s laying there - on her bed, breath heaving with her hand between her thighs. She feels like an earthquake has just pushed through her body, leaving her in a complete state of shock. 

It’s like her first orgasm all over again. 

Lazily, she pushes herself on her elbows; the TV is still playing an old Friends rerun that she put on mute the second the thought of Rafe filled her mind and fuck, fuck, fuck. 

She’s late. 

She is so fucking late. 

And then her phone lights up.

At the Chateau, Leni mixes cheap rose with fruit flavored sparkling water. Pope’s got the grill fired up and JJ and Kie were a whole hour late, but she really can’t be bothered with that when her mind; her gaze is focused elsewhere. 

The window. 

Specifically the one looking out the driveway.

“Hey Birthday Girl.” JJ snakes an arm around her waist, kissing her temple, but Leni’s eyes remain glued to the empty gravel road outside. She wonders what would happen; what everyone’s reactions would be like if suddenly a pair of bright headlights were to illuminate the darkly lit room they’re partying in. 

“Having fun?” JJ is now pulling her closer, eliciting unwanted memories of the night before and she really doesn’t want to be reminded of that; especially not with his semi-hardon pressing in the small of her back, but it’s not like she’s got a choice. 

“Of course.” Leni smiles - her mind still very present in the fantasy where the rumbling engine of Rafe’s truck quiets everyone and forces them to look outside. The commotion his unexpected appearance will cause is crystal clear in the back of her brain and she can already smell the random acts of machismo the boys will instantly put in play. 

“Sorry for being late.” As long as I’m not. “I was getting you this.” From the back pocket of his cargo shorts, JJ pulls out a book - its bright green cover capturing Leni’s attention almost immediately and making her heart drop.  

Normal People. 

He got her Normal People. 

“You got me a book.” 

“Uh, yeah. Do you like it? If you don’t - we can switch it for something else. We do have to take my boat though cause all the bookstores here only sell fishing manuals and-” Leni kisses him. 

“Thank you.” She’s smiling, “It’s my favorite.”

JJ grins, “Yeah I know.” 

Their eyes meet and - how can she not like him? How can she not like this sweet blubbering boy? Her fingers gently trace the crumpled bow that transforms the book into a present and no - JJ might not be able to give her an orgasm, but he can give her peace. Consideration. Stability. 

“I’m really sorry for last night.” He croaks suddenly, his voice barely a whisper and Leni shakes her head. 

“No! I’m sorry. I practically forced myself onto you.”

“Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” His hands find her waist. “I like it when a girl can take charge.” JJ’s lips lower onto hers and they’re kissing now - gently, with the patience of a thousand saints and maybe she doesn’t feel like ripping his clothes off, but she most definitely feels like this is the type of kiss she will remember forever.

“Are we looking for anything in particular?” Cleo’s voice startles her. 

Leni had been staring out the window again, but this time for a completely different reason. With prickling fingertips wrapped around a half empty glass, all she desperately hoped for was for Rafe to have not taken her seriously. To have read her message, rolled his eyes and continued doing whatever he did when he wasn’t wasting her time. 

And yet-

No.

No, no, no.

No more yets, no more chaos, no more Rafe. 

She turns to Cleo, her heart suddenly stuck in the middle of her throat. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anybody?” Cleo’s brows furrow at the question, her eyes carefully inspecting every inch of Leni’s startled face before nodding. “Promise!”

“Okay, okay - I promise.” 

Leni sighs. 

Pulls out her phone.

Shows Cleo the messages. 

When their eyes meet again, her friend’s jaw has fallen slack. 

“You can’t tell Sarah. You can’t tell no one. (“Babe-”) I swear to god Cleo, if you tell anyone about this I will tell the world that you’re in love with Pope.”

“I see why Rafe likes you so much.” 

“No, Cle, I’m serious-”

“Leni! Relax. Your secret’s safe with me.” Cleo bumps her hip playfully. “And who on earth told you I’m in love with Pope?!”

Leni laughs, “No one has to tell me anything when I’ve got eyes!”

“Well, at this point I hope you’re the only one who's got them. Shit’s starting to get dire.” 

“How dire are we talking exactly?”

“I can’t stop listening to The Prophecy.”

“Been there.” They grow quiet for a moment. The lyrics of Taylor Swift’s song involuntarily playing in the back of Leni’s mind as she squeezes Cleo’s hand. “It’ll get better. You’ll see.” 

“And if not - I’ll just live vicariously through you!”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you!” Cleo grins, the sudden excitement on her face strangely intoxicating. “Be honest - why were you really late?” Leni rolls her eyes before showing her the dozen of mirror photos she took before finally deciding on the one to send Rafe. “Oh, you want him bad.”

“Remind me to tell you about the birthday present he promised me.”   

Cleo’s eyes widen. 

“What’s going on over here?” Sarah swoops in just then, her arms almost immediately wrapping themselves around Leni’s waist. “Cle, are you trying to steal my best friend?” 

“Trying?”

“I was just showing Cleo photos from when we were kids.” The lie glides down her tongue with enviable swiftness and Leni really doesn’t like just how natural she is at this brand new hobby of hers. 

“Yeah - did you know your best friend happens to be Little Miss Psychological Warfare?”

“Oh I’m aware.” Sarah nods, the corners of her lips perked into a smile. “You should’ve seen the shit she’d pull on Rafe when he’d bully me.” 

Cleo’s gaze meets Leni’s. “Oh, tell me more!”

“It’s stupid.” Leni rolls her eyes, eager for the topic to change, but Sarah is far too eager. 

“She used to go into his room and rearrange his things. Like - move his little collectables, (“Hide his charger”) Mismatch his socks, (“Put pennies in his shoes”) There was this one time when he took this really gross photo of me and put it on the internet and Leni was so mad (“He called you fugly!”) Thank you for reminding me - anyways- Leni was so mad, she somehow found out his password, broke into his cloud account and started deleting photos. But not like all at once. On Monday she’d delete two from March, on Wednesday she’d delete four from November and so on and so on, until Rafe was like - convinced he was losing his mind.” 

Cleo blinks. 

“Oh! And speaking of losing his mind - the summer after that, he randomly decided to pour ice water on Leni and me while we were sunbathing, so the following night Leni had the neighbor’s dog piss into a cup and she poured that piss in Rafe’s bed while he was sleeping so the next morning when he woke up he thought he’d peed himself.” 

“Yeah and then he found it was me and threatened to cut my hair in my sleep if I ever pulled that shit again.”  

Sarah laughs. 

“So, you’re an insane person.” Cleo says. 

“No. I just don’t like it when people fuck with my best friend.” 

“Oh that reminds me,” Sarah says suddenly, “Rafe’s seeing someone.”

Leni’s heart skips a beat. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, he just posted her on his story.”

She can’t believe her eyes. 

That asshole.

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[gretavanflame]

Baby Breathe

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

Cw: SMUT including: vulgar phone sex, use of pet names, mutual masturbation, rough penetration, technically exhibitionism but like not really I swear, slight pining

Word Count: 1.4k

“Hey baby” his voice is a low whisper, sounding gravely over the phone and quiet enough not to be heard by the other boys on the tour bus. 

“Hey Jake!” You blink the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to lean against the wall.

“I miss you so much.”

Jake closes his eyes, a smile creeping on his face as he hears your sleepy mumble. 

“I miss you too.” He sighs, sounding tired as well. He pauses. You can hear his breathing, and it sounds like he’s just walked up a long flight of stairs.

“What time is it for you, cupcake?” 

“Umm…” You check your phone screen. “Almost 12 am here.”

“Oh shit-” he chuckles. He sounds exhausted and his deep voice is a steady rumble. “I didn’t mean to make you stay up late. Please forgive me.”

You giggle at his charm and the way he so effortlessly makes you smitten. 

“What time is it for you?” 

“It’s almost 2. We just got back, but I wanted to call you before I went to bed.”

You hear him shift on the tour bus cot. 

“I miss you so fucking much y/n. You know that right?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much. The house just feels so empty without you. Are you doing okay? You sound tired.”

“Yeah we’re all good here- just a long day is all. Wanted to talk to my favorite girl.”

You roll over to the side of your bed, holding the phone right up to your ear in the pitch black room, smiling so hard you feel like your lips might fall off. 

“Well I want to talk to my favorite boy.”

You wait for his response, closing your eyes to conjure up an image of your sweet man when you hear something that grabs your attention. A moan- the softest sound, drifting gracefully off his tongue. You freeze, positive you’ve imagined it but straining your ears to hear it again. After just a beat, it comes- this time with a sort of desperate breathy quality. Your thighs clamp together. 

“What are you wearing?” he chokes, sounding half desperate.

“I’m just wearing underwear” you lie, turning on your back as your legs fall open. “The black lace one you got me before you left.”

“Fuck.” he whispers.

You hear something wet. Something slick, moving slowly to a steady beat. It’s so quiet over the phone that you hold your breath just to hear it.

“Take them off,” he demands cooly. 

You quickly slide the panties down your legs, letting them fall to the floor. Your legs spread in anticipation. 

“Touch your tits baby. Just squeeze and pinch those nipples for me.”

You do as you're told, sliding your hand up your tank top to touch and squeeze yourself.

“Spread your legs y/n” Jake groans.

“I already am.”

“Goodgirl.” 

You feel a rush of heat to your core.

“I want you to open the drawer, and pull out your little dildo. Tell me when you’ve done that, okay?”

“Okay” you reply promptly, eager, as if responding to him is as instinctive as breathing.

You open the drawer, searching blindly until your hand reaches silicone.

“I’ve got it.”

“Give it a kiss.”

You bring the toy to your mouth, kissing the spot just under its tip, just how Jake likes it. You imagine his cock twitching in your mouth- the precum mixing with your saliva, making the hot, pink skin shine. 

“I bet you look so fucking sexy right now. Alone is bed already riled up just because of the sound of my voice. I bet you want me y/n” he states, leaving no room for disagreement, although there wouldn’t have been anyway.

“I want you so fucking bad Jakey. When you get home, I need you to fuck me right away so I don’t have wait any longer for your cock.”

He lets a whimper slip out before quickly regaining his footing.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that all you won’t be able to sit for a week. I wanna feel you stretch around me, squeeze me till I fucking burst.” A tiny, “fuck” followed by a moan. “My hand doesn’t feel as good as your pretty, little, pussy.” 

His hand works over himself faster now, breath becoming louder. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You lick the underside of the dildo, momentarily forgetting that it isn’t actually him before you rest in on your tongue, sliding into your mouth.

“Imagine it's me. Suck my cock baby. Suck it real nice and deep.”

You push it in an inch deeper, eyes shutting tight when a small gag forces its way from your throat.

“Good job baby. You sound so fucking good. My cock hurts.”

“I wanna suck on it Jakey.”

You bite your lip, listening to the sounds of him stroking his wet cock thinking about you.

“Fuck yourself with it y/n. Just slide it right in.”

You bring the dildo down to your entrance, running it up and down to gather up slick. You nudge the head in, moving it in circles before your body opens up to let it inside. When it pops in, you gasp suddenly before sighing out a long moan. 

You push it in slowly. Taking it inch by inch as it stretches you out.

“I bet it doesn't make you feel as full as I do. I wish it was me who could fuck you in two right now. I wanna fucking break you.” he groans low and long, his hand working rapidly.

You pick up speed, bottoming out the toy and fucking yourself along to the rhythm of his movements. You feel the pleasure start to build up and soon small moans and pants escape you.

“Fuck yourself harder for me, cupcake” he spits the name out like a curse, gaining speed as he pulls himself closer along from the sound of your pathetic moans.

You push the toy in fast, faster, and then as fast and deep as it can go. You feel your leg begin to shake as you teeter on the edge.

“Touch your clit too. You think you can do that? Think you can fuck yourself and stroke that pink little clit all at the same time?”

You moan as your thumb swipes over your aching clit with every thrust of your hand. You feel yourself so close- white hot with tension.

“Keep talking Jake. Please” you cry.

“You wanna hear my voice? Does it make you so fucking wet. I can feel how you taste. If I close my eyes and imagine. You’re so sweet y/n, that’s why you're my little cupcake. And when I get back home, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’m just gonna fuck you over and over again until I get bored, and maybe then, I’ll have you touch yourself, just like this, right in front of me while I just watch.”

You gasp and moan shakily as your hips twitch and shake. You’re so close that if you just-

“Cum.”

It explodes inside you. Your stomach tightens and contracts, legs shaking as you chant his name over and over again in a hushed whisper. You curl your toes and your mouth falls open as your hand thrusts the dildo harder and harder into your poor, convulsing pussy. 

You hear a loud grunt followed by a sigh and little shudders that make you worry that he’ll be heard. He lets out a long exhale and you picture his cum dripping down the side of his knuckles.

Your own breath starts to even out as you come down. Your legs finally settle themselves over the sheets.

You lay your head back, resting it as a huge smile spreads across your face.

“That was amazing Jake. I love you so much.”

You pause for a second before being met with the soft sound of snoring. Your heart swells as you pull the phone away from your ear to look at his profile picture. Poor baby probably had the longest day of his life but still made time to talk to you. 

You rest the phone gently on the bed while you go to the bathroom to clean up. When you come back, you place the phone on your nightstand and allow yourself to fall asleep to the sound of Jake’s breathing. 

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[hy6erion]

omg i live for your omar ficssss 🤭

also Ik you might be busy with requests and that’s obviously okay!! But I wanted to request more dad!omar because your fic “soon to be three” made me die of cuteness 🫶

And take your time, no rush for this request !

𝐃𝐚𝐝! 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

From the moment you told Omar you were pregnant, he became a whole new level of overprotective, caring, and insanely in love with both you and the baby. You thought he was clingy before? Now, he barely lets you lift a finger. His world revolves around you, and every day, he proves it more and more.

The Overprotective Yet Softest Husband Era

✰ Omar has always been protective of you, but pregnancy makes it ten times worse. If he was your bodyguard before, now he’s your shadow.

✰ He won’t even let you carry your own phone sometimes. “Give it to me, habibti, I’ll hold it.”

“Omar, it’s not even heavy.”

“Doesn’t matter. Your hands need rest.”

✰ If he even suspects you’re tired, you’re getting immediately escorted to the couch or bed. “Feet up. Rest. That’s an order.”

✰ If you have to get up for any reason, his eyes are on you. He’s watching. The second you show even the slightest struggle, he’s right there, hands already on your waist. “Where do you need to go? I’ll carry you.”

“Omar, no.”

“Omar, yes.”

✰ If you so much as wince, he’s in panic mode.

“What? What happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby? Do we need to go to the hospital? Say something, habibti!”

“Omar, it was just a leg cramp.”

“A cramp could mean—”

“I’m. Fine.”

Food Obsession & Cravings Management

✰ The second cravings start, Omar treats them like urgent missions. If you say you want something, he is getting it for you.

✰ Even if it’s 2 AM and storming outside? He’s putting on a hoodie and heading out.

“Mangos. You need mangos.”

“Omar, I don’t need them right now.”

“But you said you wanted them.”

“I can wait until morning.”

“No. My baby wants mangos, my baby gets mangos.”

“Which baby are you talking about?”

“Both.”

✰ If what you’re craving isn’t available, he will find an alternative. Or he’ll figure out how to make it himself.

✰ He becomes the best at cooking your favorite meals. Even if he already knew how to cook, he perfects everything.

✰ He starts researching nutrition and making sure you’re getting all the vitamins, protein, and nutrients you need.

✰ If you’re not eating enough, he’s feeding you. Straight up bringing a spoon to your mouth.

“Habibti, open. One more bite.”

“Omar, I’m not a baby—”

“No, but you’re carrying mine, so you need to eat.”

Talking to the Baby Bump

✰ The moment your belly starts to show, Omar gets obsessed. He loves touching it, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, and just staring in awe.

✰ At night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you catch him whispering to the baby.

“Hey, little one. It’s your baba. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“Your mama is so strong. She’s carrying you so beautifully.”

“I hope you have her smile.”

✰ The first time the baby kicks, he freezes. His hand is on your stomach, and suddenly, there it is.

“Ya Allah.”

✰ His eyes widen, and he looks at you in complete awe. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah, babe, I feel it all the time.”

✰ He stares at your belly like he’s witnessing a miracle. “They’re strong. Just like you.”

✰ Whenever you’re feeling emotional or uncomfortable, he just rests his forehead against your belly and murmurs soft reassurances.

Extreme Nesting Mode

✰ Omar becomes obsessed with preparing the house for the baby.

✰ He insists on assembling everything himself. Crib? Built. Changing table? Done. Baby-proofing? He’s starting early.

✰ He keeps checking the nursery like the baby could arrive any second.

✰ One time, you caught him in there at 4 AM, just staring at the crib.

“Babe… what are you doing?”

“Just… making sure it’s sturdy.”

✰ Any time you try to clean or do chores, he physically stops you.

“No, no, no. Sit down. I’ll do it.”

“Omar, I can still do things.”

“Not when I’m here. Just tell me what you need.”

Doctor Appointments & Worrying Over Everything

✰ He goes to every single doctor’s appointment. He refuses to miss even one.

✰ He asks so many questions that the doctor has to reassure him.

“Is she drinking enough water?”

“Is this normal?”

“What if she doesn’t sleep enough?”

✰ He Googles everything and sometimes panics himself unnecessarily.

“It says here that if she has back pain—”

“Omar, every pregnant woman has back pain.”

The Moment It Really Hits Him

✰ One night, you’re both lying in bed, his hand resting on your belly, and it suddenly hits him.

✰ His breath hitches, and he just… stares at you. “We’re going to have a baby.”

✰ His eyes get a little glassy, and he presses his forehead to yours. “I just… I can’t believe this. We’re going to be parents.”

✰ He kisses you so softly, like he’s trying to memorize the moment. “I love you so much.”

✰ From that moment on, his protectiveness goes into overdrive.

Dad Mode Activated

✰ Every night, he talks to the baby, promises to be the best dad, and reassures you that you’ll be the best mama.

✰ If you ever feel insecure about your changing body, he shuts that down immediately.

“Habibti, you’re growing our child. You are more beautiful than ever.”

✰ He kisses every inch of you, making sure you know how much he adores you.

✰ Whenever you have trouble sleeping, he physically does not rest until you do.

✰ He massages your legs, rubs your back, whispers soft reassurances, and holds you until you finally relax.

Omar is going to be the best dad, and he makes sure you know every single day how much he loves you and your little family.

[multiversefanfics]

Dear Dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: cussing, sadness, heartbreak Summary: You broke up with Dean with a letter Letter in bold Word Count: 853

You, Sam, and Dean were on a hunt once again, you help Sam with the research you never actually go out on the hunt, but you and Dean argued before he left. He drunkenly flirted with a waitress in front of you at the bar the three of you went to last night, he didn’t realize what he was doing until he turned and looked at you after talking to the waitress, he sobered up quickly when you stormed out the bar. He mentally punched himself and followed you outside “Y/N! Y/N wait!” He chased after you, but you didn’t stop walking, Dean caught up grabbed your arm gently and spun you around “Y/N I didn’t mean it.”

You snatched your arm from his grip “You didn’t mean it? C’mon Dean be fucking forreal, you always do this, and I’ve ignored it for so long but enough is enough.” You stared deep into his eyes, tears streaming down your face “You never cared about me, the ‘tough guy’ act is getting old and I’m tired of it!” You started to walk away and he grabbed your arm again “Y/N please I can’t live without you, I love you” You laughed coldly and rolled your eyes “You don’t love me, if you did you wouldn’t flirt with every woman you see”

Dean looked defeated when you removed your arm from his hand again “I need space, Dean.” He nodded and backed away. You continued back to the motel. You walked into the room you shared with Sam and Dean as soon as the door shut, you broke down, letting out small sobs. You stood there for another minute and took a deep breath "Pull yourself together." You whispered over and over to yourself.

You finally pulled yourself off the door and over to the table. You looked around for pen and paper, and to no avail, you couldn't find any. "What motel doesn't have pen and paper?" You sighed and opened Sam's laptop "I guess this will do." You stared at the screen for a bit then began typing.

Dear Dean,

I want to start off by saying I truly love you and will always love you, but the way you've been treating me lately, I can't look past. I know you mean well, but you never take into account how I feel. You only care about yourself, and for some reason, I ignored those red flags. I loved the time we spent together, and there were some good times, and those are what I choose to hang on to.

You mean the absolute world to me, and it pains me to leave this, to leave you this way. I know Sam is standing in front of you, watching your facial expressions, please let him know that I am sorry to do this to you and him. You both are important to me, and maybe in the future, we can all be together again, but for right now, I need to go.

I love you, Dean Winchester.

With love, Y/N

You wiped the tears from your face and reread your note, you didn't even bother grabbing your duffle bag, it was full of Dean's clothes anyway. You sighed and took one last look at the room, then walked out the door. You hated leaving like this, but you knew if you did it in person, you wouldn't leave. Dean would give you those famous puppy dog eyes, and you'd fall right back into his arms.

You were long gone before the boys got back to the motel; Dean figured a few hours alone would be enough time for you to calm down and have a conversation with him. The entire time at the bar after you left, he chugged water to sober up. Dean came through the door hoping to see you in bed asleep or at least just lying there waiting for him.

He looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found "Y/N?" He checked the bathroom, and that's when the panic set in. Did someone take you? He rushed back into the main room, still looking around, hoping you had just come into the room. "Uh, Dean..." Dean stopped in his tracks and looked over at Sam who was fixated on the computer screen

"Not now, Sam. I can't find Y/N." Sam stood up, not taking his eyes off the screen "Yeah, I think I know why." Dean's head snapped in the direction of where Sam was and went over to see what he was looking at. Dean sat down and read the screen; he went through several waves of emotions in a span of 30 seconds. The last emotion he experienced was anger.

Dean flipped the chair to his right. Then punched the wall, and Sam flinched but didn't speak "Fuck I'm so stupid!" Dean screamed, looking back at the computer. "Dean, what happened?" Dean turned around to face Sam, tears streaming down his face "I fucked up, Sammy." Dean broke down falling to his knees, sobbing aggressively, Sam leaned down and held his brother while he cried.

A/N: I was in a bad mood while writing this, so I apologize for that. I hope you still enjoy it!😊 If you would like to be tagged in future fics, comment, message, or fill out this form

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[petitprincess1]

I have no clue how you stans defend Vivziepop

https://youtu.be/qe7DpBK4bxM?si=ljyh5RrczDxHPnyi

Yeah, I'm not watching that. I have a post pinned to my blog that goes over a lot of the rumors surrounding Vivzie. I also have gone over many other rumors/discourse around her. If you want to say something, then say it.

Do not sling around some incredibly biased video that clearly doesn't do any research surrounding Viv.

What sucks is that I almost got pulled in VERY EARLY into the hate. Like, before Hazbin Pilot even dropped bc I saw people saying Viv was transphobic. ONE GOOGLE SEARCH was all it took for me to realize it was fake. I saw more people saying things than providing evidence. Even when they did, it was nothing conclusive or it was without full context so I couldn't tell what even led to it.

I would ask for yall to look at things more objectively but you CAN'T and you WON'T. You are spineless cowards that cannot even fathom being wrong and you NEED the engagement! Out of like tens of ppl saying that Viv is an abusive boss, there are hundreds (if not thousands) more saying otherwise. Could they be lying? Sure, but you know the opposite is also true, right?

Is your hatred for Vivzie that deep that you'd rather ignore Spindlehorse employees calling others out for lying and instead dig yourself deeper into the lie???

Hell, the shit that yall even have evidence is just nothing! "OMG! Viv drew something YEARS ago that was problematic!" Oh no.......and??? What the fuck do you want me to do with that!?!? Oh no, she drew a fucking fictional character in a fucking fictional bath with fucking fictional snakes, while she was, apparently, a minor? Okay, weird......AND????

And what's worse is that y'all will go into Vivzie's post and just act like dicks, but then get all surprised and offended that you got blocked! What the fuck did you expect? Did senpai not engage in battle with you like you imagined? Did she not weep at your "verbalase" comment???

There's a difference between being a dick and giving criticism. I am friends with and have observed multiple people give criticism towards Viv and not a single one of them is blocked. I GIVE CRITICISM TOWARDS VIV AND HER SHOWS AND I AM NOT BLOCKED! What does that fucking tell you!

Vivzie """"stans"""" will give y'all so much evidence to your misinformation and you just choose to ignore it. Y'all can't even handle getting criticism yourselves.

You guys are filled with nothing but hypocrisy and can't handle what you dish out. I am tired of getting constant hate (including *ape and death threats) bc I'm watching a goddamn cartoon! What the fuck did 99% of the fandom do to any of y'all!? Did you blame fans of Rick and Morty for Justin Roiland??? Most likely you didn't.

Get the fuck off my blog! I don't give a fuck about your holier-than-thou, self-gratifying, virtue-signaling bullshit! Go to one of your lameass friends and bitch to them! Not me!

Tl;Dr: Fuck you. That's all I can say. Fuck you. I am so done with y'all.

[a-babe-without-a-name]

Sit Next To Me

Chapter 4: Viktor, Give It To Me.

You had created two rules for yourself.

Rule One: You could do whatever you wanted. Get the degree you want, party when you want, cancel plans when you want, love who you want. Whatever you really wanted to do, you were going to do, anxiety and guilt free.

Rule Two: You could do whatever you wanted, except for have relationships with classmates. No sex, no dating. If they were on the same course roster as you, they were off limits.

Easy enough, right?

…Right?

Viktor x Female!Reader - 18+

CW: Blood. Spoiler details in the End Notes on AO3

A.N. Christ on a mf cracker, this took me forever and it's way longer than it should be. Thank you so so so much to everyone who has left such kind comments and encouragement on the other chapters. It means the world to me. It's 1 am and I'm incredibly tired, so short author note. If I think of anything else to add, I will put more author notes in the replies.

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By the time Wednesday morning rolled around, you had practically pushed all thoughts of Viktor from your head. You had to, there were so many things you needed to get done and what felt like negative time to do them. You were barely halfway through week two of the semester and you were officially drowning. In retrospect, three STEM classes at once was probably a bad idea. Not only was the course load for each class borderline crushing, but it was getting hard to even keep the classes straight. The jargon between each was so similar, two of them shared a textbook, and each one had hours of homework each night. 

Right now you were hunched over a table in Heimerdinger's classroom, staring down at your schedule and notes and attempted organization of the three classes, your hands buried in your hair. You were trying to decide if the page numbers scribbled into the edge of your notes with ‘4 EnviSci’ under it was for your Oceanic or General Envi-Sci class. Your focus, paired with the headphones you were wearing, prevented you from noticing when Viktor took his seat next to you. It took a moment, but when you finally did notice his movement out of the corner of your eye, you flinched hard.

“Sorry,” He laughed, eyes wide as you clutched at your chest, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Christ, you’re quiet,” You tried to joke, shaking off the startled moment and dropping your headphones onto the table.

“I said good morning and your name,” He told you, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh…” You felt your cheeks go red, “Goodmorning, sorry.”

“It is fine,” He shook his head, then craned his neck to look at the papers in front of you, “What are you so focused on, anyway?”

“My schedule from hell,” You groaned, dragging your hands down your face, you slid the papers over to show him, “I’ve fucked myself.”

“Not in the fun way?” He smirked.

“Ew, shut up,” You scoffed, swatting at his arm.

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckled, halfway dodging away halfway taking the hit, “What is wrong with your schedule?”

“It’s just so hard to keep straight,” You sighed, “Like, yesterday I gave my Gen EnviSci homework to my Oceanic EnviSci professor and didn’t realize until it was way too late.”

“Hm, yeah, that's not great,” He agreed, “But you wanted to take both classes, no?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“And your advisor approved you for these classes, correct?” He cut you off.

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then, your advisor thinks you are more than capable of taking these classes,” He interrupted again, his force was only encouraging, “Why are you doubting yourself?”

You sighed as you looked down at you. The question was one hundred percent genuine. He was waiting for an answer.

“I…I don’t know,” You picked at the edge of the table, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “It’s just harder than I thought it was gonna be.”

“Ha, that’s what she said,” Jinx snorted as she slid into her seat across from you. Ekko rolled his eyes as he took his seat.

“Good morning Jinx,” You scoffed, “Thank you for your seven A.M. humor.”

“Anytime,” She blew you a kiss as she pulled her laptop out of her bag.

Your conversation with Viktor died as class started. You did your best to focus on the current lecture instead of dwelling on your tangled schedule. 

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You were grateful that Heimerdinger had planned a lab for the second half of class today. Heimerdinger had reasoned that it had been many months since most of the class had even stepped foot into a lab. He planned a simple titration experiment as a warm-up to the more complex projects that were to come. The groups shuffled into the crisp white lab, following Hiemerdinger as he reminded everyone about lab safety and personal protection equipment. He explained that the experiment would be straightforward but most likely take the whole two hours. He instructed the groups to split into pairs or trios to ensure that everyone took a hands-on role in the experiment.  As he set everyone loose, he encouraged people to take their time and ask for help if needed. 

You were glad this was a low stress lab, it gave you the perfect opportunity to assess Viktor. For as long as you had been studying science, from highschool to internship settings, it was these moments where you could tell alot about a man. You couldn’t count the amount of times a guy who seemed incredibly kind and respectful showed you how truly misogynistic and vile he really was during a lab. It wasn’t like you wanted Viktor to do something wrong, but it would definitely be easier to rid him from your thoughts if he turned out to be a dick. 

“Hey, are you going to Cait’s house tonight?” Jinx asked you as your group headed to don PPE.

“Yeah, I was planning on it,” You told her, picking out a lab coat from the rack, “Are you?”

“Jayce is cooking, of course I'm going,” She snorted, and then jabbed Viktor in the ribs, “I’m assuming you’ll be there, too. Ya know, since it’s your house.”

He just nodded and hummed as he pulled on his own lab coat and safety glasses.

“Listen, I’m voting for a horror movie tonight,” Jinx told you, then pointed between you and Viktor as she walked away, “And you two should back me up on that.”

You shook your head, watching as she retreated back to the table with Ekko.

“So, partner,” Viktor said, looking down at you, “Do you wanna set up the burette or get the liquids?”

“Hm, I’ll set up the burette, if that's okay?” You asked as you reached the table.

“Perfect, I’ll be right back,” he grabbed the list of materials from the table and went off to gather what was needed. 

Luckily - unfortunately?- the lab went perfect. Viktor was an incredible lab partner. He told you everything he was thinking, asked for your ideas and opinions, stepped in when you seemed hesitant about something, and let you help him when he was unsure. You two worked together perfectly, completely in sync as you worked through the lab and moved on to the equations. In the end, you and him ended up being the first pair to finish. 

“No fair,” Jinx whined from across the table, four flasks of bright pink liquid spread between her and Ekko, “How are y’all done so fast?” 

“Probably because they didn’t purposefully add too much titration because it made a pretty color,” Ekko groaned, rubbing his forehead on the back of his wrists.

“Well, there’s no point if I’m not gonna have fun, “ Jinx defended herself, picking up an oversaturated flask and swirling the bright pink liquid around, “Besides, only the first two were on purpose.”

“Good job, Partner,” You said, holding out a fist to him as you both started cleaning up the experiment.

He tapped his knuckles against yours, amused, “You too,”

You grinned at him as you gathered glassware to wash. When everything was cleaned up and put away, the area was nearly better than how you found it. Before you finally packed up to leave the lab, you caught a glimpse of the notes Viktor had taken to turn in and froze.

“Oh, uh hey Viktor?” You asked, tilting your head down at the paper and squinting. His handwriting was completely and utterly unintelligible. 

“Hm?” He asked absentmindedly, putting his things away in his bag.

“Actually, I don’t think we should leave just yet,” You blurted out, trying to think of a way to do this nicely, “Would it be cool if we stayed to type up the notes? Uh, you know, just in case something happens to these ones.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, seeing right through the lie, “You think my handwriting is bad.”

“What? No!” You squeaked, “No,I just think it’s a good idea to have a backup, just in case.”

“Okay, well if it's not about my handwriting,” He stood and pushed the paper into your hands, “You can go ahead and type them up if you want.”

He walked away as you stared down at the pages. It wasn’t that his handwriting was bad, it was that it was too good. His words were in a sweeping and slanted cursive, written fast enough to smear the pen ink. HIs equations were crystal clear and everything else felt like trying to read a letter from the 1800s. Before you knew it Viktor was already out of the lab. The tapping of his cane got fainter as he moved farther away.

“Wait!” You yelped, walking as fast as you could through the lab without getting in trouble, trying to follow him into the main classroom. He was nearly out the door when you caught up to him, hissing, “Viktor, wait!”

“Admit you think my handwriting is bad, and I’ll help you,” He said, turning and looking at you calmly.

“I…ugh, fine,” You dropped your head sheepishly, giving in, “Listen, it’s not that your handwriting is bad, I just… can’t read it.”

He hummed, narrowing his eyes at you, searching for a lie.

“Really, I swear,” You told him, “If anything, your handwriting is actually gorgeous, I am just inept.”

“Okay okay, calm down,” He waved off your flattery, “Fine, I’ll read it, you type it.”

“Thank you,” You sighed, following him to your table in the empty classroom. 

You pulled out your laptop, swiping away the pages of scheduling notes you had closed in it earlier that day. Viktor picked one of them up, glancing over it.

“You know, I didn’t get to tell you earlier,” He said, catching your eye and giving a small smile, “But I think you are very intelligent, and also very capable.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” You fumbled as your entire face went red.

“I mean it,” He told you, in all honesty, “You’re very smart, and I think you are causing yourself undue stress over your classes.”

“Viktor, it’s fine, really,” You tried to stop him, feeling exposed by his adulation.

“All I’m saying is,” He sighed trying to find the right words, “I haven’t known you for very long, but you seem like the type of scientist who wants to do real good in the world, but you can’t do that if you burn yourself out in the first two semesters of junior year.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were willing tears not to well, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he nodded and then turned away to look down at his paper, “Ready to type?”

  “Uh, yeah,” You opened up a document, “Yeah, go ahead.”

As he began reading, you shook your head slightly, trying to shake the feeling he left you with. Stupid perfect lab partner.

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After classes, the drive to the Rune Street house was quick. Luckily, your last class ended in time for you to get through the neighborhood without having to wait in school zone traffic. An old BMW wagon was sitting in the driveway next to Jayce’s Pruis, you didn’t recognize it. 

You didn’t bother to knock when you went inside, “It’s me!” you shouted as you dropped your bag into the hall closet. The house smelled like spices and chiles.

“In here!” Jayce called back from the kitchen, you found him practically up to his elbows in masa.

“Starting already?” You leaned your back against the counter, watching as he tried to wrangle the dough into the bowl.

“Hey! Yeah, full house tonight. Wanted to get a jump on it, ” He shrugged, washing the dough off his hands and wrists.

“Ah, smart,” You nodded, looking around the kitchen for something to do, “Hey, who’s Beamer is out front?”

“It’s V’s,” He nodded behind you, you turned your neck to see the aforementioned roommate walking out of his room and towards the kitchen with an empty mug in his hand. He was wearing a pair of narrow wire rimmed glasses, a new addition since you last saw him this morning.

“Ha, makes sense,” You smirked at him, trying not to react to the way he looked in the glasses that would look lame on anyone else, or the fact that he drives a manual. Both of which made you feel a very particular sort of way. 

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Viktor scoffed, tossing a tea bag into the trash and slotting the mug into the dishwasher.

“Nothing, it’s just very European of you,” You teased, moving to lean your hip against the counter so you could see both men, “that’s all.”

Viktor settled on the other side of the kitchen peninsula, opening up a book that was sitting there, “Hm, I’m not going to hold back on the American jokes if that’s how you’re going to act.”

“I dare you,” You narrowed your eyes on him, hoping he would take the joke as it was. 

He returned the look, chewing on the inside of his lip before huffing and rolling his eyes. 

“When did you two meet?” Jayce asked with a laugh, reminding you he was there. 

“We’re in the same-”

“Friday night at the party-”

You and Viktor spoke at the same time. You couldn't help the shocked way you looked at him, Jayce did not need to know that.

“What?”

“We met at the party,” You jumped in, throwing a pointed look at Viktor, then laughed, “Shared a joint, but not names.”

You hoped Viktor would stick to the half lie. 

“Mhm, and she transferred into my OChem class this week,” Viktor nodded, luckily not elaborating on your explanation, “Connected some dots.”

“Oh cool,” Jayce beamed, his puppy dog energy not catching whatever tension might be showing, “Sorry I didn’t get to introduce you guys, it’s cool you have class together.”

“Yeah, we’re in a group with Jinx and Ekko,” You told him, feeling in the clear about your secret not getting out. You flipped the subject anyways, just in case, “Is there anything I can help with?”

“Hm,” Jayce looked around the kitchen, thinking, “Filling is cooking right now. I was planning to make rice later and pico, too. I’ll need help putting everything together later, though.”

“Okay, cool.” You figured you could get your homework done before everyone showed up.

“Yeah. Did you get the husks, by the way?” He asked, wiping down the counter.

“Uh…” You narrowed your eyes at him, searching through your memory, “I would have if you had asked me to.”

“I did ask you to!” Jayce huffed, looking at you disappointed.

“Dude, when?” You didn’t even know he was planning to make tamales until you had walked in.

“Last night,” He crossed his arms over his chest, you resisted the urge to call him your mother, “I texted you.”

“Bro, no the fuck you didn’t,” You insisted, then turned to Viktor, “Do you know your roommate is delusional?”

“Do not drag me into this,” Viktor said, glancing up over the top of his glasses.

“I did,” Jayce argued, pulling out his phone, “You just never check your messages.”

He wasn’t wrong, you weren’t the most reliable at checking your text notifications, but you were sure he hadn’t texted you last night….well mostly sure. Jayce opened up his phone, tapping through it with purpose. Out of the corner of your eye you could tell that Viktor was poorly pretending to not care. When the smug look fell from Jayce’s face, you cackled. Without saying anything, Jayce grabbed his keys from the counter and walked towards the front door.

“I fucking told you.” You called after him, wiping a tear away as you laughed. You turned to Viktor,  “He’s such a brat.”

“Eh,” He shrugged, trying to act like he wasn’t biting back his own grin. 

Before you could tease him as well, your phone rang. Jayce’s photo on the screen.

“Have you even left the driveway?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Make the pico please,” Jayce told you, you could picture the defeat on his face, “And keep an eye on the chicken.”

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like an apology,” You pulled a cutting board out of the cabinet anyways, “But! If you get me and Viktor drinks on the way back, you’ve got a deal.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow at you, you exaggerated a wink in response. 

“That is exploitation, but fine.” Jayce huffed, “text me if we need anything else from the store.”

You laughed to yourself as he hung up, sure you’d never get tired of bickering with Jayce. He made you feel like you had a sibling sometimes. You gathered what you needed for the salsa. Jayce had made it with you enough times now that a recipe was unnecessary. When you were sure all the ingredients were present and you wouldn’t need Jayce to pick anything else up, you started to put everything together. You stood at the kitchen peninsula so that Viktor was sitting almost directly across from you. Taking advantage of the moment, you let yourself stare at him. The glasses were a…good look, for sure. The harsh black lines of the frames stood out against his pale skin. They were slid down the ridge of his nose, the edge of the frame rested just under the mole on his cheek. His eyelashes brushed against the top of his cheeks every time he blinked. He scrunched his nose just slightly as he read a sentence, eyes not moving from where they were focused as he read the same sentence again. And again.

“So, what’re you pretending to read?” You asked as you began cutting the chiles.

“Hm, interesting accusation.” He snorted without looking up, flipping the page.

“Viktor, honey, that’s the first time you’ve flipped the page in 10 minutes,” You raised an eyebrow.

He squinted at you, “I’m a slow reader…”

“Uh-huh, sure you are,” You smirked at him, teasing, “If you wanted to hang out with me you could've just said so.”

“You’re…” He narrowed his eyes, you wished you could see the list of things he wanted to call you, “somewhat self-obsessed, aren’t you?” is what he settled on.

“Yeah probably,” you shrugged, scraping the chile seeds into the trash, “gotta be sometimes.”

“Interesting philosophy,” He closed the book anyway, leaning towards you on his elbows. 

“You could call it that, sure,” You rinsed your hands in the sink, trying to ward off the sting of the chile seeds, “Hey, text Jayce and tell him to get me an iced strawberry matcha, yeah? And let him know what you want, too.”

“You’re gonna hold him to that?” He pulled his phone out anyway.

“Yeah of course,” You started chopping again, “Honestly, I’m rarely right when it comes to Jayce. Gotta take advantage, ya know.”

“Huh, very big of you to admit that,” He muttered, tapping away on his screen.

“And you said I was self-obsessed,” You scoffed and then leaned over the counter, trying to peek at his phone screen, “What’d you ask him for?”

“Eh, same thing,” He shrugged, setting his phone to the side and focusing his attention back on you, “You and Jayce are close friends?” 

“Yeah, of course,” You told him, nodding firmly, “One of my closest friends.”

“How’d you meet him?” He asked.

“If you’re gonna interview me, at least help,” You gathered up a second cutting board and knife, sliding it across the counter to him with an onion, “We met freshman year. We lived in the same hall. That’s how most of us became friends.”

“Ah, makes sense. So your living situation is what made everyone friends?,” He picked up the knife, and chopped the onion into quarters.

“Kinda,” You shrugged, “Jayce and Cait knew each other before coming to Piltover, so they roomed together, and Me, Lest, and Mel were put in a triple next door. Vi didn’t live on our floor, but her and Cait started on and off dating pretty quick.”

“Hm, I didn’t realize Cait and Vi’s relationship was like that,”

“Yeah, key- word was,” You told him, “No one will admit or talk about it, but their relationship started off pretty toxic. It got better after freshman year, thank god.”

He nodded, thinking about it.

“Don’t tell anyone I said that, yeah?” You asked, “It doesn't matter now anyways, they’re better, clearly.”

“Said what?” He raised an eyebrow at you, then, “What about the others?”

“What do you mean?”

“So, you lived with Mel and Lest, Cait and Jayce lived next door, and Cait started dating Vi,” He waved the knife around slightly while speaking, “How do you know Sky? And Jinx and Ekko?”

“Jayce had a class with Sky and just ended up dragging her along, she’s always been a bit of an outlying friend in the group. Not because we don’t want her around, she’s just a little more introverted than the rest of us,” You explained, “She seems to be breaking out of her shell a little bit this semester, though, which is nice to see.”

“She is very nice, I do like having her around,” He mused, you bit back a jealous comment. You turned him down, you didn’t get to have an opinion on who he liked having around.

“Yeah, she’s great. And Jinx is Vi’s sister, she’s two years younger but graduated highschool early.” You dumped the first handfuls of diced chiles into a bow, “She was a little hesitant of us at the beginning of last year. She wasn’t a huge fan of Cait, but she came around. Honestly, I probably spend more time with Jinx than I do with Cait at this point. Ekko, too. Him and Jinx grew up together, they’re practically attached at the hip.”

You stopped talking, staring down at your hands for a moment as you realized how long you had rambled.

“Ha, and you didn’t really ask for all that information,” You laughed awkwardly, “Sorry.”

“I don’t mind the details,” He assured you, you felt his eyes on your face until you looked up, no sarcasm when he said, “besides, I like listening to you talk.”

You hid your burning face by looking back down, intensely focused on the task in front of you. 

“Don’t tell me that,” You tried to joke, but it was weak, “I’ll never shut up.”

He hummed quietly to himself, pleased with your reaction to him. You half expected a teasing remark, instead he asked, “What about you?”

“What?” You asked, not looking up at him.

“What about you?” He asked again, “You’re telling me about the others, but not really yourself. Where are you from?

“Why do you want to know?” You went back to cutting, eyes focusing on your hands.

“Because I do,” He shrugged, “I’m a scientist, I like to know things.”

“Huh, that’s a fair enough reason I guess,” You didn’t necessarily see the harm in telling him, but the more he knew about you the harder it would be to create distance, “I’m from here, and Maine.”

“You’re from two places?”

“I lived here when I was kid and moved to Winter Harbor when I was, like, 11,” You explained, “So, two places, yeah.”

  “Why’d you move?” 

“Why does anyone move at 11?” You laughed, “Because my dad did.”

“Your parents are divorced?” He guessed, pulling the bowl of chile’s towards him to scrape some of the onion in.

“Aren’t everyones,” You joked, hoping it watered down the bitterness, “I don’t mind it really. I had to go back and forth a lot until I was 16, which is really the only part that sucked. When I was old enough to work, I stopped having to go for summers and it was better.”

“Ah, so you live with…your father?”

“Yep,” You started in on the tomatoes, trying to find a serrated knife to use with no luck.

“You don’t like your mother?” The invasive question didn’t feel so invasive when he asked it.

“I love my mom,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

“Love her, but do not like her,” He concluded.

“That sounds so awful of me, but…”

“I don’t think so,” He shrugged, “You don’t get to choose your family, it makes sense not to like them 100% of the time.”

“I guess…” You frowned down at your hands, struggling to cut through the vegetable with the flat knife, “Still feel guilty about it, though.”

“Can I ask why you don’t like her?” This question was more hesitant, clearly curious to know but not expecting you to answer. 

“I shouldn’t talk bad about her, she tries, ya know. But she’s just never….” You searched your brian for the right word to describe your mothers behaviors, “content.”

“Hm, how so?” He took the bowl again.

“Nothing is ever good enough for her,” You tried to explain, “My dad wasn’t enough, the east coast wasn’t enough, her second husband wasn’t enough, I’m not enough.” You laughed, not able to hide the acid in your voice, “Honestly, I’m sure she’ll decide that her new husband isn’t good enough for her either in a few years. And, yes I understand that people should have what they want and shouldn’t settle for less or whatever, but she wants too much and when you give it to her she just wants more.” 

You struggled to saw through the tomato as you spoke. Your voice and irritation both raised until finally the knife slipped and skidded across your skin. You gasped, rant dying mid breath as you watched blood spring from the slice in your hand. 

“Ah, you should have used a serrated knife,” Viktor pointed out absentmindedly, leaning over to look at your hands.

Your whole body tensed, frozen in place as your breathing became short and harsh. You wanted to move, to stop your blood from spilling over your skin and onto the cutting board, to do anything, but you were stuck. Fully paralyzed as more and more covered your fingers, your ears began to ring.

“Hey” Viktor waved a hand at you, calling your name as he tried to get your attention, “Are you okay?”

You couldn’t speak. You didn’t register that he had moved, but suddenly he was next to you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you towards the kitchen sink. The splash of cold water against your skin ripped you back to earth.

“Ah, fuck,” You hissed, trying to pull your hand away. The cut in your skin burned under the sink faucet, but he didn’t let you go. 

“Stop, let me help you,” He scolded, hands still gentle.

“Ow, god, fuck that hurts,” You whined, pressing your face into the side of his arm, not wanting to look at your own hand. You fisted her hand around the back of his shirt, holding on to him like you would fall through the earth if you didn’t.

“Shh, it’s not that bad, just breathe,” His voice was soft and reassuring as he pulled your hand from under the water. You could feel him pull it closer to his face to inspect the damage. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, face still pressed into him. You did as he asked and pulled in a deep breath, trying to level yourself out. The scent of him filled your head, black tea and citrus and honey. You took another breath, focusing your attention on him instead of your own body. You could feel his muscles move where your forehead was pressed to him, his shoulder blades under your fingers. Solid and strong and sturdy next to your shaking body.

“Yeah, there you go, just keep breathing.” He put your hand under the water for a few more seconds, then shut it off, “I’m gonna put pressure, okay.”

You nodded, sucking in a breath and bracing against him as he pressed a towel against your skin. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the pathetic whimper it forced out of you. You were hyper aware of the tightness of your skin where the cut was, working yourself up again.

“Hey, you’re doing fine,” He told you, holding the cloth tight to your skin, “It won’t even need stitches, I promise.”

You nodded, timing your breathing with his. Neither of you had heard the front door open or the commotion of Cait and Vi coming into the house.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Vi laughed awkwardly, unsure what they had walked in on.

“She cut her hand,” Viktor told them, not moving from where he stood, “Cait, is there a first aid kit somewhere?”

“Yes, one second,” You heard her hurry away.

“You good?” Vi asked from outside the kitchen, unsure of how to help.

“Yep,” You squeaked out, unmoving aside from throwing Vi a blind thumbs up.

“Here it is,” You heard Cait come back into the kitchen, “How bad is it? What do you need, Viktor?”

“It’s not too bad,” He told her, you flattened your hand against his back, feeling him move when he spoke, “Just some butterfly strips if there are any, and maybe a roll of gauze”

“Yeah, here,” Cait rustled around in the kit for a moment, setting out what Viktor asked for, “Do you need any help?”

“I can handle it, thank you,” Viktor assured her.

“Sure, shout if you need anything, okay?” Cait told him, voice retreating.

You were glad she didn’t insist, already embarrassed enough by your reaction in front of Viktor. More witnesses weren’t necessary. Viktor adjusted, moving so his arm was over your shoulder to get a better grip on your hand. You let him move you around, pressing your cheek to the back of his shoulder, still breathing him in as he pinned you to his side. 

“I’m sorry,” You told him, letting out a shaky breath.

“Hm, you don’t need to be sorry,” You felt his thumb rub gently against your wrist, not to help the wound on your hand, just trying to calm you down.

“This was over dramatic,” You scoffed, pressing your nose hard against him, trying to hide, “...I just don’t like blood.”

“Clearly,” He laughed gently, “lots of people don’t. I’m gonna put the bandaid on it, okay?”

You nodded, grateful for the warning. His hands were gently as he secured the cut and wrapped the gauze around it. 

“There,” He said, pulling away from you, “All fixed.”

“Thank you,” You said, stepping back and examining his handiwork. The gauze banded around your hand was laid perfectly, smoothly hiding any evidence of the incident. 

“You’re welcome,” He nodded, “Does it feel okay? It’s not too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect,” You smiled weakly up at him, still red in the face.

“I’m glad I was here,” He joked,“Seems like you would have bled out otherwise.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah, probably,”

He took a step over, putting himself between the counter and you, “Don’t panic, but there is blood on the counter. Do you want to go sit down while I clean it up?”

“Oh, gross,” You cringed, “No, I can clean it up.”

“Are you sure?” He held a hand out to the side, as if to catch you were you to faint.

“Yeah,” You assured him, “I’m good now, I’m okay.”

He let you step past him to get to the counter. There was less blood than you had expected, which did nothing to ease the embarrassment of your dramatics. Carefully you dropped the knife into the sink and scrapped the mutilated tomato into the trash. Viktor, unable to not help, grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter. You turned the hot water on, rinsing away the tomato seeds and drops of blood. It wasn’t until you stepped away from the counter that you noticed the smear of blood across the bottom of your t-shirt.

“Aw fuck,” You pouted, pulling the fabric away to look at it. The stain wasn’t huge, but it was obvious against the light colored fabric. It made your stomach turn to see your own blood so bright on your clothes.

“You have bad luck with stains in this house,” He told you, taking a second to pick up on your unease, “Do you want to borrow a shirt?”

“Oh, uh, yes,” You admitted, chewing on your bottom lip, “If that’s okay.”

“Wouldn't have offered if it wasn’t okay,” He told you, already grabbing his cane from where he had rested it against the cabinet and heading out of the kitchen.

You followed him to his room just off the main living space. It was your room from the summer. Except it wasn’t your room, not at all. You had been living awkwardly out of a pair of suitcases for 4 weeks. This was Viktor’s room. 

You hadn’t known him long enough to even think about what his room would be like, but you were sure you would have been exactly right. It was very him. Tidy and warm, posters and art on the walls placed perfectly, bed made, shoes lined up by the door. The only part of the room that wasn’t neat was his desk and what seemed to be a work table. Both covered in papers and books and pieces of machines.

You stood there awkwardly in the middle of his room, watching as he dug through his dresser to find you something to wear. He pulled out a navy t-shirt and brought it to you.

“If I let you borrow this,” He said, pulling it just out of reach, “You must promise to bring back my other one.”

“What?” You narrowed your eyes at him, hand frozen halfway to the shirt.

“The other night, it wasn’t Jayce’s shirt that you took,” He teased, biting back a smirk when your jaw fell open.

“Dude, what the fuck,” You felt heat creeping up your cheeks again, your shoulders curled up as you shrank away from him, “Why didn’t you say it was yours?”

“Eh, you looked good in it,” He shrugged, holding the shirt out to you.

You rolled your eyes with a huff. Then, deciding you wouldn’t let this be a one sided game, straightened your shoulders and looked Viktor in the eyes. 

“So, you like seeing me in your clothes?” You asked, tilting your head and furrowing your eyebrows slightly at him. 

He practically took a step back, startled by your change in demeanor. Before he could respond you pulled your shirt over your head, staring him in the face as you shook your hair out. He sucked in a hash breath, eyes wide and mouth open as he looked at you. He swallowed hard, gaze traveling across your torso and face turning pink. You couldn't help the childish pride as you watched him falter. 

“So the braless look this weekend was a style choice?” He joked with a nervous laugh, following the lines of your plain bra.

“Yep,” You reached out, trying to take the shirt from his hand, but he pulled it away again.

You followed, stepping closer as you tried to get it. Your hand followed it past his shoulder until he was close enough to land a hand on your bare waist.

“Viktor, give it to me.” You warned, as he kept the shirt out of your reach.

“Was this from me?” He breathed, completely ignoring your request as he brushed his fingers across the bruises on your hip.

“Duh, who else?” You snarked, freezing under his hand, “Very rude to leave marks on someone without asking, by the way.”

He scoffed, and pulled the collar of his shirt down to show a matching bruise on his collarbone, “You are one to talk.”

“Not my fault you bruise easy,” You shrugged, trying to keep your voice steady as he traced a line between each mark on your body. You shuddered when he pressed into his own teeth marks on your shoulder, deciding that was enough. 

You gave one last reach and snatched the shirt out of his hand, taking a few steps away from him. You squeezed your eyes shut with your back to him, willing every feeling in your body to stop. You focused your attention on the t-shirt, unfolding it to see it was an old camp shirt. Poradce was in small white letters on the left chest of the shirt, and the back had a logo of an atom and Sýkora printed across the back. You pulled it on, doing your best to hide any reaction to him giving you a shirt with his last name on it. 

“Science camp?” You asked, pulling your hair out from the neckline as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I was a counselor,” He told you, seeming to recover from whatever had just occurred, “Paid well and looks good on applications.”

“Fair,” you nodded at him, also feeling the tension ebb away.

“Plus, teaching children how to make small explosives is entertaining,” He admitted with a smile.

You laughed at the mental image, “You’ll have to tell Jinx about that, she will demand you teach her.”

“Hm, I believe that would make me an accomplice in whatever she decides to do with that knowledge,” He cringed, laughing with you.

“Uh, thanks again for the shirt,” You said,trying to fill the almost awkward silence.

“Of course. Sorry for making you talk about your mom, by the way,” He twisted his cane on the ground, “I feel bad about that.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” You placed your hand on his wrist, stopping his movement, “Really, it’s fine. Not your fault that I get a little crazy whenever I think about her.”

“Yeah, well now I know not to ask you about things like that when you have a knife in your hand,” He laughed, “I’m lucky you didn’t stab me.”

“Next time I will,” You raised your eyebrows with the light threat. 

You wondered if you were looking up at him the way he was looking down at you, pupils blown, cheeks dusted a pretty pink, lips slightly parted. You opened your mouth to say something, not anything in particular just something to keep him looking at you. Before you could think of something to say that wouldn’t make you sound unintelligent, movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

“Is that a snake?” You gasped, stepping around him to get a better look. 

The large tank was set around the corner of his L shaped room, just out of sight from where you were standing. A small pink snake was moving across a branch leaning against the glass. You crouched down, looking at her through the glass. She was young and a pale pink color, her eyes the bright red that animals with albinism have. 

“That’s Rio,” He said, walking up next to you and crouching down to look at her.

“She’s gorgeous,” You smiled at the snake, moving to get a better look at her, “Is she young?”

“Yeah, she hit four months a couple days ago,” He told you, you could see him watching you in the reflection, “Do you want to hold her?”

“Can I?” You felt like a kid.

“Yeah, of course,” He laughed, straightening up and moving to the front of her tank, “She’s very sociable, likes to be held.” He opened the tank from the front, sliding the glass open. 

Slowly he reached in, “Pojď sem,” He muttered, coaxing her out and into his hand. She moved calmly across his hands, looking around as he brought her to his chest. He smiled down at her fondly, as she moved across his shirt. He motioned you closer with a free finger, using his other hand to steer her away from his face.

“She’s so pretty,” You marveled, taking a closer look at the pattern on her back, “Is she a corn snake? I’ve never seen a snake this color before.”

“Yeah, she’s a salmon snow corn snake. It’s a gene mutation,” He explained, pulling her off his glasses, “A homozygous red factor that makes her very pink, she’ll probably get more color as she gets older. You can pet her, she’ll probably crawl into your hands when she realizes you're there.”

“So cool,” You breathed, reaching out for her. 

Gently you brushed your hand against her back, her smooth scales were warm under your fingers. She turned her head towards you, slowly moving to your palm. Viktor helped her into your hands, holding on until she was cradled against you. She immediately wrapped herself around your wrist, and wriggled up the borrowed shirt.

You laughed, letting her move towards your face. She bumped against your cheek, tongue flicking out curiously, “Sorry Rio, no glasses to chill on.”

You pulled her away from your face, watching as she moved between your hands and around your arms. 

“She likes you,” He told you. You raised an eyebrow at him not convinced, “No, really, she has a lot of personality for a snake. Very selective on who she decides to like.”

“Yeah, I’m sure me wearing your shirt has nothing to do with it,” You rolled your eyes, grinning up at him.

“Just let me compliment you, okay?” He huffed, reaching out to pet Rio.

“Fine, I’lll accept that I’m your snake’s new favorite person,” You joked.

“Hey, I don’t know about favorite,” He backtracked with a laugh, smirking down at you. 

He was as close as you could be to you without squishing Rio between your bodies. Hand under yours, to support the pet of course, no other reason. In this moment - wearing his t-shirt, in his room, holding his pet, sharing his space - you knew for a fact that he was going to cause a lot of trouble in your life. 

The sound of people arriving in the house pulled you away from the thought

“Viktor!?” Jayce shouted from the living room.

“In here!” He called back, not looking away from you. You looked back down at Rio, watching her in an attempt to hide the heat in your face.

“Oh, hey guys…” Jayce said, a hint of confusion in his voice as finding you arguably very close to Viktor in his room.

“She’s meeting Rio,” Viktor told him, taking a step back so you could turn to face Jayce.

“She’s so cute,” You told him, turning to show the small snake in your hands.

Jayce grimaced, “Yeah, sure.”

“No fucking way you don’t like her,” You gasped a his distaste.

“I’m sorry,” He shrugged, “I don’t understand the appeal of a predatory reptile.”

“Did you just call this actual angel a predator?” You gawked, carefully holding Rio up towards him.

“That’s exactly what it is,” He affirmed, “Your tea is on the counter, did you finish making the pico?”

“Rude,” Viktor muttered, gently taking Rio from your hands, holding her up to his face and telling only her, “You are not a predatory, moje malá princezna.”

“Not yet,” You waved your bandaged hand at him as Viktor placed Rio back in her tank, “Little mishap.”

“Jesus christ, are you okay?” He asked as you and Viktor walked out of the room.

“I’m fine, just dramatic,” You admitted with a laugh, grabbing the matcha Jayce had brought for you and handing the other to Viktor.

“Very dramatic,” Viktor agreed, side eyeing you as he took a sip of the tea.

“Hm, wanna finish it up while I get everything else ready?” He said, eyeing the lack of space between your shoulder and Viktor’s.

“Yeah, for sure,” You took a step away, hating yourself over the fact that you missed the  rush of being close to him.

“Cait’s home, by the way,” Viktor told Jayce, hanging his cane on the counter and settling back into one of the stools where his book was, “With Vi.”

“Oh cool,” Jayce pulled what he needed out of the fridge to assemble the tamales, “Mel said she’s on her way with Lest and Sky.”

“Good,” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek and reminding yourself that Sky was a friend that you loved very much and you weren’t allowed to have an ounce of animosity towards her, “Should be done pretty quick.”

You pulled the bowl of chopped chiles and onion out of the fridge and gathered tomatoes to cut. One short.

“In the dishwasher,” Viktor said, watching you from across the counter.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“The serrated knife is in the dishwasher,” He told you, more caring than mocking when he said, “Don’t use a flat blade.”

“Thanks,” You pulled the knife out of the dishwasher and hand cleaned it in the sink before starting to dice the tomatoes. A much easier task with the proper tool.

You were normally more than comfortable in Jayce’s presence, but right now you felt less welcoming. You wanted to be around just Viktor. You wanted to talk to him however you wanted, about whatever you wanted. You didn’t want to create space between you and, for a moment, you resented Jayce for making you feel like you needed to.

All bad signs. You turned Viktor down. You didn’t want to date him. You didn’t want to sleep with him. You didn’t want to kiss him. 

All lies. You could do all those things right now if you let yourself. You wouldn’t though. Letting yourself get tangled in relationships with a classmate caused nothing but problems for you in the past. It was the one agreement you made with yourself, you had to be strong enough not to break it.

“You’re going to cut yourself again,” Viktor’s calm voice pulled you out of thought, he was barely even looking up at you over the rim of his glasses, eyes flickering down to the knife dangerously close to your fingertips. He raised an eyebrow, a silent question. You hated how readable you apparently were.

You set the knife down on the cutting board, staring down at the seeds and flesh. You heaved a sigh, picked up the board, and moved to the other side of the kitchen. Facing away from Viktor. You couldn’t see him, he didn’t say anything, but you could feel his eyes on your back. You swallowed hard, hating the feeling of being pulled in two conflicting directions.

---

You kept your distance for the rest of the evening, deciding that the acceptable quota of time to be close to him in one day had been used up. Viktor didn’t question you aside from a few narrow eyed looks that you ignored, opting instead to ask Jayce to play music while you and him started the cooking process.

When the girls showed up, it was easier. Lest took up your attention, excitedly telling you about a baseball player she was paired up with in her history class - dumb as a rock, but pretty as all hell - and worried over your hand. Sky squeezed herself into Viktor’s bubble, sitting close to him at the counter. You heard her apologize for being drunk on Friday night, he laughed it off. Called it cute. Luckily, Sky did her best to absorb all of his attention. She made awkward small talk with him, not wanting their somewhat boring conversation to end. It kept you from thinking about him all afternoon…clearly.

At the very least you had managed to avoid his physical presence until after dinner. He sat between Jayce and Sky on one end of the table, while you were at the other. He washed dishes in the kitchen and you wiped down the table in the dining room. You helped Cait set up the living room and he helped Jayce connect his laptop to the TV.

It wasn’t until the movie was decided on and everyone began settling down into the living room that an afternoon of self restraint came to an end.

Of all the space in the living room, Viktor decided the only place he wanted to sit was directly next to you. Something that seemed like nothing to anyone else, including Sky who took up his other side. You didn’t miss the look Lest gave as she sat down on your other side or the way Viktor knocked his knee against yours with controlled force. 

“You like horror movies?” He asked you casually, as if you hadn’t kept him at farther than arm's length for the past couple of hours. 

“Yeah, good ones.” You told him with a shrug as the opening credits to The Descent started. 

“What constitutes a good one?” He raised an eyebrow, closer to you than you had planned to let him.

“If I like it, then it’s good,” You shrugged, pulling your foot under you.

“Hm, interesting criteria,” He laughed, rolling his eyes at you as everyone else settled into their seats 

He didn’t push. Didn’t rest a hand against you or move an arm over your shoulder. He let you exist in peace, your bubbles pressed close but not breached. You managed to reach out to Lest during jump scares, holding on to her hand when your heart jumped. A few times when he flinched you saw his hand hover near yours, just for a second, before he placed it against his braced knee. He picked at the fraying edge of one of the velcro closures, fingers flexing whenever the tension raised on screen. 

It wasn’t until a climbing rope was ripped through one of the girls' hands on screen that you gave in. The shot of blood spurting dramatically from her palm made your stomach turn. You gasped and instinctually looked away, pressing your closed eyes against Viktors arm as you cringed. He grabbed your knee then, squeezing gently.

“It’s over,” He whispered close to your head after a moment.

You took a deep breath and looked back up, the image gone from the screen. He retreated his hand from your knee as you relaxed back into watching. Not long after this, Jayce paused the movie, standing up and stretching his back.

“All right, intermission or I’m gonna piss myself,” He said, leaving to use the bathroom.

“Booo,” Vi whined, chucking a pillow at his back as he left. Cait giggled and placed a hand over her girlfriend's mouth.

Lest leaned her head on your shoulder, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, “Grab me my water bottle?”

“Brat,” You pushed her off, but stood up anyways, “Where is it?”

“In my bag on the hook,” She called after you as you went to get it. 

A few of the others hopped up to grab things or readjust how they were sitting. When you handed Lest her water bottle and settled back down into your seat, you felt like you had less space. You couldn’t tell if the cramped feeling was in your head or not, and you decided to ignore it. You pulled your leg back up underneath you and ended up resting the edge of your knee on Viktor’s thigh. 

“So, is this a good horror movie based on your criteria?” He asked, not reacting to the contact.

“Eh, hard to say,” You told him with a shrug, “So far it’s good, but it definitely loses points for that rope vs hand situation. Plus, it’s not over. The last, like, twenty minutes are make or break for a horror movie.”

“You’ll have to give me your official opinion at the end,” He said, tapping your knee.

“Don’t worry, Viktor,” Lest said, leaning over you towards him, “She’ll give everyone her opinion when it’s over, she always does.”

“What?” You gasped at your roommate.

“It’s true, you make your opinion very known,” Cait said, standing in front of the couch with her digital camera, “now, smile!”

You flipped her off when the camera flashed. When Jayce got back, everyone settled back in to finish the movie. At some point, you weren’t sure exactly when, but Viktor’s hand found yours in the space created by your knee propped against his thigh. He didn’t react at all, there was no outside sign to anyone else that he was sliding his cold fingers against your palm. You weren’t sure he even knew he was doing it, not until you laced your fingers with his. He took a deep breath, easily playing it off as a reaction to the movie, but you could feel his pulse quicken when you squeezed his hand gently. You stayed like that the rest of the movie, hardly able to focus on anything that was happening on screen with the weight of his hand in yours.

---

On the drive home, you were sure lest was going to explode. She sat in the passenger seat of your tiny pickup truck, practically vibrating as you drove back to campus. Sky leaning against the window in the backseat sleepily. A few times she almost asked. You could see her from the corner of your eye, leaning in, biting at her nail, mouth opening to say something and closing it before she could. 

As soon as Sky was out of earshot, up the steps towards her own dorm building, Lest stopped holding back.

“Did you fuck him again?” She hissed, throwing you off balance as she latched onto you

“Jesus Christ Lest,” You grimaced, shoving her off, “No, why would you think that.”

“Because he wouldn't stop looking at you like you’d given him the best head of his life,” She told you matter of factly.

“Okay, first of all, no he wasn’t,” You scoffed, “And second, I told you I turned him down. I’m not planning to go back on that anytime soon.”

“Okay, so you're blind, good to know,” She said, tapping her ID and holding the door open for you, “And does not anytime soon mean sometime in the future?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” You pulled your ears to your shoulders, stomping up the stairs.

“Whatever you say,” She sang as you reached your room. You groaned and dropped yourself face down into your bed, “But I’m not the one wearing his last name on my back."

You stiffened, forgetting about the shirt you were wearing. She had you there, for sure. You realized you hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. You wondered what they thought. If anyone even noticed. You hoped that they had come to the correct conclusion that your shirt was a casualty in the hand accident. Jayce and Cait and Vi were the only ones that knew you were alone with him. The two girls did find you clinging on to him like your life depended on it, and Jayce had found both of you in Viktor’s room. You debated if it was worth it to clarify to the three of them that you and Viktor were not fucking. Then again, if they weren't already thinking that was the case, it would sound very suspicious for you to bring it up.

“I’m gonna go shower,” She told you, gathering her things, “No masterbating while I’m gone.”

   “Ew, lest shut the fuck up,” You groaned, flinging a pillow at the door as it closed. 

You rolled over in bed, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing the hem of the shirt between your fingers. You had two of his shirts, and now that you were thinking about it, he had two of yours. You gave in to the urge and pulled the neckline of the borrowed shirt to your nose. Unsurprisingly it smelled like him. When you closed your eyes you could picture yourself standing back in his bedroom, as close to him as you wanted to be. The smell of honey and black tea and orange filled your head, an underlying scent of something that was just him. Human and warm and soft. 

You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes, willing away the thoughts of him. You grabbed your phone, hoping for a distraction. You had barely even unlocked it when an Instagram notification sprung up. 

kirraman.cait has tagged you in a post 

You opened the app to see that Cait had posted the photos she took on her digital camera. They were cute, all time stamped from just a few hours ago. There was a barely focused selfie of Cait and Vi with their cheeks pressed together, and a picture of Jayce, Ekko, and Jinx in the kitchen finishing the tamales, and a few other cute ones that you were going to ask Cait to send you. The last one was of You, Lest, and Viktor sitting on the couch. It was the moment that you had flipped her off, an unamused look on your face as both Viktor and Lest laughed. 

He was tagged as well. You stared at the little its_viktor hovering over his head in the photo. You chewed on your lip, debating. It was just social media. It would be weird if you weren't friends online, honestly. You click on his profile, grateful that it was public. Only ten posts and about as many followers as accounts he followed. You clicked on the newest one, a mirror picture of him in his bathroom holding up Rio, no caption but the photo was also his profile picture. 

You kept scrolling, there was at least four months between posts, sometimes even a whole year, and most were captionless. One of the few to have a caption was him in a hospital bed, looking fresh out of a surgery and giving a weak thumbs up. The caption read ‘Žil jsem, děvko.’, you snorted when the translation told you it said ‘I lived, bitch.’ in english. The rest were fairly simple. Photos of landscapes, the university he transferred from, a highschool graduation picture, some harmless device he made as a camp counselor, decorated with stickers and plastic gems by whatever kids he was working with. 

The very first one was your favorite. A selfie of the 17-year-old versions of Viktor and Jayce. Jayce was holding the camera with one hand and the other arm slung over Viktor’s shoulders, squeezing him close. Both boys beamed at the camera, looking younger than you could even imagine them being. You could tell they were wearing matching t-shirts, probably from the Young Innovators Program they had met in so many years ago. Jayce’s current instagram was tagged in it, and you were a little surprised that you had never come across Viktor’s page before. Maybe you had and just didn’t realize it. The blush across Viktor’s cheeks was endearing, seeing them so close together was sweet. Until today you hadn’t been in the same room with both Jayce and Viktor at the same time. It was a little jarring how different they were, both physically and in personality. In a way, it made sense that they were such good friends. 

You double tapped the photo without thinking. A white heart popping up over the photo for half a second. In the other half of that second, your heart dropped. 

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered, unliking the photo and closing out the app. You dropped your phone on your chest and slung an arm over your eyes, “Fuck!”

Only a second went by before your phone vibrated. You were borderline crushed to see a text from Viktor. His number wasn’t saved in your phone yet, you had been putting it off after Jinx added you to the group chat, but you knew it was him

I saw that.

You debated blocking him, or maybe moving to another state.

I don’t know what ur talking about

You were never going to hear the end of this from Lest. 

Ya, sure you don’t.

Only a moment later and a new notification popped up on the top of your screen.

Its_viktor liked your photo

You clicked on the notification. It brought you to one of your posts from almost 3 years ago. It was one from your trip to Greece right after graduation. You were in the ocean, holding onto the side of a paddleboard with one hand with a small red octopus tangling around the other. Your cheeks were red enough to match the cephalopod, but you were smiling wide anyway. Aside from the notification there was no evidence that Viktor had liked the photo. 

You opened his profile back up, hit the follow button, and turned your phone off. You laid there staring up at the ceiling and wishing he had been rude about the incident. Of course he wasn’t. He was the perfect fucking lab partner, and he was going to haunt you all semester.

[evilminji]

I am going? Insane?? It's driving me mad.

(Ffs this isn't EVEN A PLOT OUTLINE) (｡>﹏<)

So! I am reading SVSSS, as ya do, because it's my current obsession, right? And?? The SAME terrible, awful, "oh~?"-"owo what's this?" GREMLIN part of my brain? Perked up, rolled out of it's decadent day bed, and started paying attention.

To the plot? The CHARACTERS, perhaps? Oooh ho ho, NO! THAT would TO FUCKING EASY! No, no! No, see, THIS horrible curse goblin? Inside my skull? Is the SAME one that fuckin OBSESSED over both Runes & magical crafts in Harry Potter AND Seals in Naruto!

The Daughter of a Crafter, who is in turn, ALSO a Crafter... presented with an INTERESTING new Medium, part of my brain.

ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ Guess I'll just di- obsess without the sweet relief of GETTING TO DO A PROJECT, huh? Yaaaaay~ ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. (This is hell. I am in hell.)

Cause? I WANNA TRY TALISMANS!!!

Yeah, yeah, cool Xanxia sword magic and flying thunder beasts. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE TREASURES? I wanna sit in on a hour long lecture about WHY you gotta use silk thread and not cotton to embroider this array vs that one! Can those qiankun pouches be sewed into anything? What OTHER things can I sew into fabric?

My hold over unused "a Lady is, in fact, a Walking Tank, you fools" theory carries over BEAUTIFULLY! Especially with all those LAYERS??‽ That? Is so, SO much fabric to carefully and intricately sew? Teeny tiny little Rune/talismans/array thingies onto? Into this slowly building brocade of pure power?

It would take foreeeeeever. BUT‽

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!

Cause like imagine it? This middling cultivator. Nothing special. No great beauty, no legendary strength. Not even that STRONG spiritually. You think you can just... squash them like an ant. Just one more bit of Cannon fodder. Not even worth being called a pebble on your path.

You smack them aside. (Because even with protection. Somethings can not cross the gulf of raw power.)

And yet? They DO NOT die. They ALONE get back up, where far greater have fallen. How? Lightning rolls off them. Acid? Does not touch. Fire? They barely sweat. Swords do not seem to cut at ALL! But of course, nothing is flawless. Brute force still works. Each blow, softened as it is? Still lands.

And yours are powerful enough? That THAT means broken bones.

Just? Imagine~☆

Being a Treasure maker in the lands of gods and monsters. Each equally covetous, though half of them LIE. Wanting only to create for the simple joy of creation. The WONDER and curiosity of it all! And being HUNTED for it.

They want weapons! They want DEATH! Make them war, war, WAR!!!

Better ways to KILL each other.

They claim they are Righteous. Pure. Yet... standing before you? They hold such greed and distain. Such hatred. You no longer wonder, now. Why every master before you, fled to hidden realms.

You just want to learn. Cultivate. Grow.

Make beautiful, interesting things.

(You start looking up how to create a hidden realm. Because you are tired. Because enough is enough. Because... eventually? They will push too far. You just... you just wanted to create.)

@mayfay @babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @spidori @leftnotright @lolottes

[dfstolenart]

Out of Love | Criminal Minds

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Summary: All the late nights, missed phone calls and canceled dates finally caught up to you and Spencer.

A/N: Love this song so why not write a fic about it?? Hope you loved it <333

Tags: Sad Spencer and a bit of shouting <-[warnings]

11:30 p.m the clock read

Two hours and thirty minutes was the amount of time your fiancé had been late, and two hours and thirty minutes was the time he took to not leave a message

“Hey” a low exhausted voice said from your front door already knowing who it was you kept your eyes on the tv “hi” you quietly said

You watched the tired man make his way towards you lowering his body to leave a kiss on your forehead “Long case?” You questioned “yeah.” His answer was short but there were traces of guilt in his tone but there always was so it wasn’t new to you

He threw his body on the empty space next you making sure not to intrude to much on your space, before though he wouldn’t care after a long day of work you were all he wanted, all he needed.

“ I won’t tell you I’m lonely Cause it may be selfish ”

What had changed?

“I saved you dinner.” You told him after a long period of silence he exhaled “thank you.” But he didn’t move

You turned off the tv and turned to look at him “Spencer.” You whispered he looked at you “are we okay?” You asked he furrowed his eyebrows “why wouldn’t we be?”

You swallowed feeling nervous “everything feels different.” You admit to him “It has been for months now.” You look away scared to see his reaction

“I know I’ve been working a lot-”

“No it’s not just that” you cut him off “you’ve been different, we’ve been different.” You say as you bit the inside of your cheek

He stayed silent but you knew he was only thinking of what to say, you felt like you can see the gears running in his head trying to figure out what to say

It was silly because he was so quick to find answers for murders or give anyone a fact but for you he couldn’t think of anything not right now

“I don’t want to loose you.” Is all he said, he knew where this conversation was going “I don’t want to loose you either.” You admit “but I don’t know what else I can do for you.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He said with a bit of frustration in his tone, you shook your head disagreeing with him “No you aren’t.”

“You’re in different cities, police stations, at your desk. Everywhere but here.” You tell him as the tears finally left your eyes

Silence filled the room again, he couldn’t even comfort you properly

“I’m sorry.” He said reaching for your hand but not out of love more out of habit “what are we going to do?” You ask “I don’t know” he confessed

“ I won’t ask you to hold me ‘cause that won’t mend what’s helpless ”

For once he didn’t know what to do

You wished he did, you wished he just all of the sudden had a break through as to what it is you guys needed to fix your relationship but he his only human and so are you.

You couldn’t beg him to change, and he couldn’t wake up a different man.

Spencer had tears running down his cheeks so badly you wanted to wipe them away but he felt foreign to you, like his body wasn’t yours anymore

“I think we both know what’s happened.” You say looking down at your fingers intertwined “what’s that?” He asks

“We aren’t us anymore, we’ve outgrown each other. You will always put work first and I am not okay with that.” You tell him as you wipe your tears

“Don’t say that. It’s not true.” He replied taking his hand from you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes you moved your body to face him

“Then what? If it’s not work then what is it? Is it just you? Did you outgrow me?” You harshly ask getting angry, his silence was loud.

And it also gave you an answer

Maybe you just so badly wanted it to be his job making you guys pull away from each other but could it have just been him not in love with you anymore ?

“ Oh, when did you fall out of love with me? ”

[bugsinshoes]

no alarms and no surprises / get me out of here