#i haven't seen that be a thing before...?

[angelicblondie]

popstar!reader goes on call her daddy popstar!reader x bodyguard!rafe

you sit down on the large brown chair directly across from alex. one leg is crossed over the other as you slightly lean back in your seat, feeling comfort wash over you.

podcasts were weirdly less daunting for you compared to interviews. you chopped it up to the fact that often interviews and late-night shows were pretty short, you always felt like you were never able to really show your actual personality, and you always worried that things you said would get taken out of context.

you knew that sitting down with alex cooper - notorious for her somewhat scandalous and sex-focussed interviews - would probably result to your name circulating the media in some way, but it wasn't exactly anything you weren't used to.

your bodyguard (and secret affair?) rafe was stood off to the side, talking with your manager, margaret, and assistant, emma. his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked down at them, nodding intently at whatever they were saying.

he felt your gaze and he turned his head, throwing you a charming smile and quick wink, before turning his head back to the conversation. you felt your heart speed up and your stomach flutter, but push it down, turning away.

alex, sat directly across from you, wore her signature unwell hoodie and sweatpants, while you wore dark wash, straight legged jeans, and a white, flowy, lacy top.

after giving your introduction to the camera, alex turns to you. "welcome to call her daddy!"

you smile brightly, clapping you hands together. "thank you! im so excited to be here," you exclaim.

"im so excited to finally have you here, oh my god," alex states, and you nod in agreement. "yeah, this is for sure a long time coming," you respond, adjusting in your seat to get a bit more comfortable.

"so, you got back from your world tour a bit over a month ago i believe, how are you feeling?" she asks, her tone seeming genuinely interested.

"im feeling really good. i've honestly just spent the last month sleeping in to like, 11, and catching up with a bunch of friends i haven't seen for a while, so i cant really complain," you giggle.

alex hums. "thats seems really nice. tell me, are you the type to go crazy on tour? like, i feel like usually the response is pretty mixed. sometimes you get people who go out every night in the cities they stop in, and sometimes you get people who literally only leave the hotel room for the show."

"oh yeah, you hear all about that," you giggle lightly. "i honestly feel like i'm a mix. i travelled a lot when i was younger so i mean i'm not terrible with dealing with jet lag, but also just traveling within itself is kind of exhausting," you state, whilst alex nods in agreement.

"but, you know, my goal is to always try and go out in every city we go to, whether thats out to a bar or a club or just like, a nice dinner," you answer. "with drinks, of course," you add in as an after thought, throwing a quick wink.

alex laughs. "no, i get you. for me im like, if im in fucking amsterdam or paris or some shit, what do you mean im not going out? like of course i am!" she exclaims through laughter.

your eyes widen in agreement. "right! like who knows when you'll be there again? might as well push through."

"exactly," alex agrees, slapping her hand down on the arms of her chair. "now, everyone knows you enjoy a good cheeky song with a little...allusion or reference to sex, which we are all about on the call her daddy podcast," alex claims, earning a sheepish laugh to fall from your lips as you breifly cover your face with your hands. "oh yeah, of course," you reply through laughter, taking your hands away from your face.

you dont turn your head, but you feel the eyes of a certain someone on the side of your head, and you dont have to look to know exactly who it is.

you all the sudden felt hyper aware of his presence in the room, and willed yourself to push it out of mind and focus your attention solely on alex and the questions.

"so i thought it would be a good idea for us to play a little game, where maybe we can get into that a bit" she announces, picking back up her topic cards.

you hum in response, sitting up straighter. "ok, sounds harmless," you say, pushing your hair off your shoulder a bit.

"ok, perfect. now tell me, have you ever played truth or drink?" alex asks, causing you to groan through laughter, a hand coming to your forehead. "oh god, yes. i take it back, not harmless."

alex laughs. "dont worry, we wont get you too drunk. ill be nice," she promises. you let out a "phew" and you cross one leg over the other, watching as someone on alexs staff walks into frame, with a bottle of titos and 2 shot glasses.

alex looks to you. "you like vodka, yes?"

you nod intently. "oh yes, love vodka."

alex laughs. "great, maybe you'll be having some today," she jokes, whilst you suck in some breath for comedic effect. "sorry in advanced."

"ok lets get into it. we'll start easy. what was your favorite tour outfit?" alex asks, looking up from the cards at you.

your eyes find the cieling in thought. "um, probably the night one london outfit? i really liked that blue bodysuit," you answer.

alex gasps. "ok yes, good choice. so hot," she says, and you giggle a bit, letting out a thank you. "are those uncomfortable at all? they look like they take an army to put on."

"they might as well take an army," you giggle. "but, i mean, definitely not as comfortable as sweats, but you get used to it."

alex nod. "ok, makes sense," alex shifts in her seat, getting comfortable. "alright, next question: what is your favorite song to preform?"

you hum in thought. you think back to tour, and one specific memory comes to mind.

he tosses you a plastic water bottle. "good show," he compliments casually, causing you to beam.

"thanks. yeah it felt pretty good out there, energy was high, huh?" you reply, taking a long sip of the water.

he nodded, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "mhm," he hummed, leaning his elbows on his thighs, "i specifically like that song you played in the middle of the set...blankin' on the name."

you hold back a blush, knowing he was talking about xo (aka, the song about him). you act nonchalant, crossing a leg over the other. "xo?" you ask.

his lips tilt up. "thats the one."

you hum, nodding a bit before looking away to avoid eye contact, getting a bit bashful. then you remember you conversation with emma before, and a sudden burst of confidence ran through you. you turn back to face him, playing with the hem of your short dress. "what about that one do you like?" you ask a bit boldly.

rafe blinked. "the dance is fun." he replies after a beat.

you hold back a blush at just the thought of that whole encounter with rafe after your miami show.

"probably xo. that ones always fun," you answer, feeling hyperaware of rafes intense gaze on you.

"ugh, i love that song. its just so fun and flirty, it literally feels like having a crush," alex gushes.

you laugh lightly. "im glad, that kind of how i wanted it to feel," you respond. "preforming that one is super fun, because the whole thing is like kind of a joke and poking fun at it, because i mean the lyrics are just, kind of comical and teenage-like, but i still get to look hot and all that, so its all works out."

"totally. now, for this next question, going off the book here, can i ask who inspired that song?" she asks with a big smile, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

you bite your lip, a bashful smile on your lips, turning your head to make brief eye contact with rafe before playing it off by looking at the camera.

rafes gaze is just as intense as you thought it would be, but yet his lips were quirked up in a small smirk.

you sigh, the smile remaining on your face. "guess im pouring myself a shot," you say, leaning over, doing exactly as you say.

"im not letting you take it alone," alex exclaimes as she pours one for herself, eliciting a laugh out of you.

you both throw back the shots, a brief look of disgust on your face as you swallow it down, before slamming it back on the table.

"alex coopers getting me drunk," you giggle into the mic, earning a laugh from alex.

"well at least were getting drunk together," she states.

she continues grilling you, causing a couple more shots to be tossed down, as well as some minor secrets to spill.

"ok, last one because i want to move on to other stuff. but, im sure your aware of different rumours that circulate about you," alex starts, causing your eyes to widen as you nod intently in agreement, "but i think we need to get to the bottom of this one particular one."

you smile nervously. "oh god, ok," you say, giggling a bit, feeling anxiety weighing down on your chest.

"so, theres some conspiracy on the internet that you and your bodyguard have some sort of relationship going on. can you confirm or deny?"

there it was. you probably should've known it was coming, and maybe you did deep down, given you had seen the edits, and the slideshows of the two of you together on tiktok.

you hide your head in your hands, laughing. "oh my god," you laugh, sitting up straighter and turning your head over to rafe, margaret, and emma, all of which had very different expressions.

margaret seemed a bit surprised, yet amused, given she had no clue about you and rafe, and if she did, trust that it would be a big problem. emma eyes were wide, she seemed a bit startled, a bit nervous for your answer. she was who you usually went to about rafe, her being one of the only friends you have in LA that you truly trust not to tell anyone else.

rafe eyes widdened a bit, and he wore a surprised expression. his expression was a bit serious, as if he was interested in how you would respond.

your turn back to alex and she throws you an amused look. "no escaping it!"

you smile back at her, laughing along. "that true," you respond, putting your media training to use. "no, no its not like that" you take a deep breath, laughing gently to cover up your desire to just tell the truth. "i've been seeing that for a while now, but um, yeah no nothing other than professional. obviously a great looking guy but we would both never go there. hes great at his job, and a great friend, but no. no relationship or secret affair or anything like that," you laugh as if your amused by the rumors, as if you find the idea of you and rafe itself funny.

alex nods. "ok, there you go," she turns to the camera, '"you heard it here guys, there is no secret affair with the bodyguard," she jokes, and you laugh along, though it feels fake.

you cant find it in yourself to look at rafe again that whole interview, feeling his intense glare on the side of your head the whole time. you knew obviously you couldn't just confirm you and rafe right there on the podcast, especially because you didnt know what you and rafe even were, and rafe knew that too. but still, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

after the interview wrapped up, you gave alex a big hug, the two of you making plans to go out sometime soon. emma walked over to you, her eyes widening a bit, silently acknowledging what happened earlier with the rafe question, and you nodded.

god, you felt ridiculous. you all the sudden felt angry with yourself. what the hell am i doing? i should've been able to meant what i said, me and rafe shouldn't me doing this.

but you couldn't help it. rafe just had that pull on you. you really, really, liked him. like, an embarrassing amount.

you walk out of alexs house in the middle of margaret and emma, the former raving about how well that went, whilst the latter nodded along in agreement. you stayed quiet, your eyes focussed on rafe in front of you, silent as he lead you all to the car.

the ride home held that silence. at least, between you and rafe. the two women in the back continued to discuss the interview, asking for an opinion from you every now and then, to which you would turn over your shoulder and throw a small smile, coming up with some bullshit response.

for the most part your eyes remained out the window, feeling yourself instinctively looking at rafe from the corner of your eye.

you were confused. i mean, did he really expect you to admit the two of you were a thing? and thing is a loose term, given you had absolutely no idea what you even were. he would've lost his job, whatever the two of you had would be over. was he actually mad?

after dropping both emma and margaret off at their respective homes, it left just you and rafe it the car.

"rafe-" you start softly, attempting to break the silence.

"not," he interupts, pausing, "not right now."

the clench in rafe jaw told you he was pissed, so despite yourself, you bit your tongue, knowing it was best to let him cool off as much as possible. when you finally walked inside your house, you sigh softly as you watch rafe instantly walk into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, leaning his back against the counter.

you bite you lip as you follow him, standing in the entrance of the kitchen, observing him. "r'you gonna tell me what has you all annoyed?" you ask, your tone slightly frusturated.

his stare is hard but he clenches his jaw, visibly trying to keep his composure. "nothing, everything's fine"

you let out a huff of breath. "rafe, c'mon. you know i had no choice."

rafe shakes his head, letting out a scoff. "no, no, you had a choice, you always have a choice." he spoke quietly, yet dangerously

you scoff as well, crossing you arms, feeling yourself getting defensive. "really? tell me, tell me all of these infinite choices i had," you ask sarcastically. you felt a little bad for getting all sassy with him, but you felt the need to defend you actions.

he purses his lips. "you could've taken the shot," he says.

you huff out a bitter laugh. "its the same thing."

he shook his head. "no, its not. and you know that."

his words left you quiet. you knew he was right. knew you could've just taken the fucking shot, you didnt have to answer the questing, but you panicked. panicked at the thought of loosing this with rafe, whatever it was, however dysfunctional and flawed it was. at least it was something.

"yeah," you say quietly. "yeah, i know."

you also knew that this was deeper than him being a little frustrated by how you answered the question. he wasn't really mad about that, you knew that. he, just like you, were fed up with the hiding, the secrets.

it's silent for a moment between the two of, before you let a rare flicker of vulnerability come to surface.

even though you felt the most yourself around rafe, you still fought to keep you walls up. the chances of shit hitting the fan were high, you weren't stupid.

it was like two sides of you were fighting - one side fought with all its might to attatch itself to him, to let you succumb to him, whilst the other fought for distance, fought to build back the walls that kept tumbling down.

you wondered if he felt that same internal battle, every moment you were with him.

"i dont want to loose you," you murmur out in the moment of weakness, eyes flickering up from the floor to his, the two of you sharing a look of understanding.

he nodded. "i know, kid," he murmurred back, a softness in his eyes you dont think you would ever get used to seeing.

you take a few small strides towards him, eyes remaining on his until you stood directly in front of him. you look down, your hands slowly sliding into his. you felt him looking, felt his hand tightening a bit in yours, squeezing three times to get your attention.

you lift you eyes back to his, feeling a strange knot in your throat. sometimes, you really really hated how much you liked him.

rafe eyes searched yours, and a small smile founds it way to his lips. "we're good, just..." he sighs softly, his eyes closing for a moment as his forehead fall forward, meeting yours.

"just hate this," he whispers.

you knew what he meant. the secrets, the pretending, the holding back, the fighting, the tears, the lying - you hated it too.

but your need for him far outweighed that hate.

you nodded in agreement, yours eyes fluttering shut as well.

"yeah. but y'know what i dont hate?"

"hm?" rafe hums questionably.

a mischievous smile found your lips, your eyes opening again. "sushi.

rafe chest rumbles with quiet laugher, eyes opening as he shakes his head in amusement. "ill order," he states, squeezing your hands again before dropping them, walking towards the home phone.

you bit your lip, holding back the wider smile threatening to break out, and let out a content sigh.

things with rafe may not be have been perfect, and possibly never will be, but for now, you were ok with staying in the shadows with him.

[travelerstakes]

Ok! I'm not an expert in the genre, but I'm familiar with a couple of them!

Ones I've played/seen:

Slay the Princess, which is one that kinda broke containment so you might have heard of it, and everything you've maybe heard is true. You're here to slay a princess who is a mirror of how you perceive her, and it's as much dating sim as it is horror game, in that it's a story that is absolutely OBSESSED with the philosophy of having relationships. The sheer amount of game in this game is absurd, with SO MUCH GOOD ART and massively divergent choices and paths at every step of the way

Scarlet Hollow, which is by the same devs but with much more of a small town gothic horror vibe. Your evil aunt just died, and you've come into a nearly dead coal town in the northeast US for the funeral. Meet your traumatized jerk cousin, meet her not!ex girlfriend with a fascination for the occult, and delve into the bloody mysteries that are warping the forest and bringing back to life things that should've best stayed buried. You can't save everyone, but do your best! The shit that goes on under the hood in this one is insanely complex, as might be expected from Black Tabby by this point. Even if you don't play it look up their devlogs sometime!

We Know The Devil: three kids trapped at a Midwest church camp experience the social anxiety horrors while waiting for the devil to come out for a fight. Based around the mechanic that, instead of directly chosing who to pair up, you choose who to EXCLUDE from any given activity. Beautiful prose, and any given route can be finished in a bit over an hour. Deeply, furiously queer in the way only teenagers half lying to themselves till it all comes spilling out can be.

Of The Devil: What if Ace Attorney, but terrible lesbians in a world so capitalist hellscapey that all the weird legal shit in Ace Attorney makes complete sense? Genuinely one of the most sympathetic and nuanced portrayals of sociopathy in fiction.

Citizen Sleeper: You're a robot that escaped their masters and ended up on a masterless space station. Meet people, try to fight against your failing body, and carve a life for yourself in this place of conflicting allegiances!

Fallen London: old ass browser text adventure game about cave victorians and evil space bats

Ones I really need to play one of these days but haven't for whatever reason:

The actual Ace Attorney series

Umineko: genre foundation stone. I expect this is the one OP was talking about. It's a murder mystery about victorians having a terrible time

Truth Scrapper (which I've only not played cuz it's not out yet)

Heaven Will Be Mine: queer liberation discourse but mecha story

Hundred Line: The danganrompa guys made a game with a hundred endings. All of them are fascinating. All of them seem to be fucking insane. There's a time loop. There's competing time loops. They force you to play a 30 hour tutorial before giving you Any choices and I don't have that in me for an experience like this.

Danganrompa series: I've heard mixed things about this and also don't like death games but it's also a big genre foundation

My knowledge base is obviously kinda skewed towards more modern English original stuff but I hope this is at least something

I love how Westerners will be like, "Japanese VNs are filled with one-dimensional fantasy Anime Waifus who have no depth and are all homogenous- even a 30 hour visual novel with multiple branching routes where you have to delve deep into the trauma and secrets and insecurities of a character is just Wish Fulfillment Slop! Check out my quirky subversive Queer visual novel that spans two hours, has characters that fit neatly into clear boxes of gender identity across an arbitrarily defined list of categories as advertised in the trailer, provides realistic and authentic romance wherein characters joke that this isn't a dating sim and recite their backstories to you in a coffee shop after 1.5 conversations, and provides Cutting Social Critique like, "Damn dude, Capitalism Sucks, but I guess we Still Gotta Love".

[awsugar]

ok so last night with the help of @anothersuperstition i really dove into all of the images projected on the screen with the lyrics during mama during the infamous line 'but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along' and i have sucessfully found 11 of the 20 images and their sources, as well as background info on most of them.

this is gonna be long! so it's going under the cut. but i want to put out that this is an opportunity for collaboration. i did not find all of the images and i would LOVE some help on finding the remaining 9 so if you feel like you're a good sleuth or you happen to recognize one of the ones that we didn't get, PLEASE feel free to add on!

alright so first of all, the post that i used to keep track of all of the images is this one so thank you to OP for compiling! this research would have been much harder if i hadn't seen that post.

also before i get into it i just want to put a couple notes on connections and references that i think are relevant. one very obvious reference that they keep coming back to is france/paris. one of the first things i noticed before they even came on stage was the pre-show music while they were setting up and when they started projecting images on the screens, like the rules and the WANTED posters a la danger days, etc. the first song immediately stood out to me because it was major tom (coming home) by peter schilling but after a minute i realized it wasn't in english. at the time i thought they re-recorded the song in keposhka ;_; lmfao. but no. after that song, it's funny that the friend who was next to me on barricade is literally born and raised in paris. she was like 'all of these songs are in french'. at the time i didn't think much of it. but looking back, absolutely intentional. i also now know that the version of major tom i heard is by plastic bertrand. which fun fact! plastic bertrand's song 'ca plane pour moi' is on mcr's psych up mix playlist from dd era. the music they would play to get hyped up before going on stage. also during one of the first songs, gerard said 'bonjour' to the crowd, and at the end of disenchanted he said 'paris looks so beautiful at night'. so connections to anything french is not a stretch but imo very intentional.

also, this post is centering around mama but also like all of this somehow ties in to the overall story. but in the new mama verse he says 'you can't see berlin with the sun in your eyes'. so i've kept an eye out for anything that is also german and also made some connections, (even if they are reaches!) to things tying back to ww2 and the cold war as well.

also to say that not all of the stuff has a solid explanation and i may be wrong about the reason for some of their inclusions BUT i don't think anything that this band does is unintentional and i think that all of this stuff has a meaning in some way or another. considering that a lot of the stuff from last tour that we thought was unrelated has actually ended up tying in.

ok so all of the ones that i haven't found yet i'm using the images from the post i linked above, all credit on that goes to them! i thought about leaving those blank but i wanted to include them here for continuity and an easy place for anyone who may want to help to be able to identify which of them still needs identifying.

1.) BUT

Study of a Nude Man - Gustave Courbet, France, early 1840s

this one i didn't find a lot of background info on as it's more of an exercise in human anatomy than anything deeply symbolic but it is french and it's funny that they used a butt for 'but'

2.) THERE'S

3.) SHIT

The Veteran in a New Field - Winslow Homer, 1865 America

this painting depicts a farmer harvesting a field of wheat with a scythe. i believe its during teenagers, theres a video that plays n the screen of two people dancing? one has a head made of a bushel of wheat, the other is holding a scythe. wheat is also a large theme in the concept. the merch tags say that the clothing are made of 100% wheat, they lay wheat on the stage in front of the drum before the black parade comes out, they are selling patches with wheat on them (i think i saw that?), the draag national anthem mentions wheat. gerard has also mentioned wheat in the past to the point of showing us that all of his electronic device backgrounds are fields of wheat because he finds them to be calming lol. but theres more! the man in the field is a soldier post-civil war and from what i read on this painting he is identified as a union soldier due to his jacket and canteen that are on the ground. gerard was drinking from a canteen on stage during the black parade set. what i read about the interpretation of the painting is that the scythe used to cut down the wheat obviously conjures images of the grim reaper (death) but symbolizes his past of death in connection to the war, and parallels the loss of life. wheat has also historically been connected with death bc it was traditionall placed on coffins. i also read one sentence in particular i think on wikipedia that said that it shows that his time at war has prepared him for his new life in the fields. i just think thats interesting, and maybe will be relevant when we find out more about the history of draag.

4.) THAT

(i do have a better image of this without watermark but its too big for tumblr)

Drawings Showing Combat on Foot (Champ Clos) - unknown artist, 16th century german

i could find almost nothing on this but it does remind me of 'Rule 4: Fight only when fought upon. Non-combat is discouraged in all areas.' This one has been perplexing to me because it's clearly contradictory.

5.) I'VE

this is the original image. the best source i've found for this is the Better Homes & Gardens New Cook Book (1965) which i only found here for sale on ebay. obviously in the image used for the show the eyes have black bars over them. i kind of interpret this to be the dictatorship stripping people of their identities. it doesn't seem that families like this exist anymore in this current society, in the concrete age.

6.) DONE

Portrait of a Carthusian - Petrus Christus, 1446 Netherlands

this one i find really interesting. there is a connection to french here, in the history of the carthusian monks, their first hermitage was in the valley of the french prealps. but aside from that, the carthusian monks are very interesting because they live in complete solitude, not only from the world but mostly from each other as well, in their own cells where there is not much of a community aspect to their hermitage. if you look into it theres more about how this particular monk in the painting has a number of details about him that are nonstandard, including the fact that the is not portrayed in prayer like was custom during this time especially for a monk.

but also, the fly that is painted on the painted frame, i read that it represents 'death and decay' and is a reminder of the 'transience of life'. i don't think i have to tell you where in the mychem mythology we've heard of death, decay, and flies before....

7.) WITH

the same painting is used for this word, but this time just a close up of the monk's right eye. i think it's definitely worth noting that this is THE ONLY TIME that they do this and use the same image twice. there's a million eyes out there at their finger tips. i can't even pretend to have any idea WHY but i know that there is an intent behind it.

8.) THIS

armor garniture likely of king henry viii, 1527

this is literally a photo of real armor. again there are better photos online that are too large for me to put in a tumblr post. henry viii is interesting though.

9.) FUCK

10.) OF

11.) A

[Family Portrait] - W. L. Germon & W. Penny, America circa 1855

i couldn't find much on this one outside of the title and artists. but for the sake of tinhatting and a little bit of reaching, i started thinking about the concept of family, the song that they're presented during is mama, the term nuclear family came to mind? i actually didn't know what it meant before but it is apparently just a term for the traditional family unit with two parents and at least one child. but the missile screens and launch that we're shown, mama, 'mother doesn't love you anymore' being on the paper that gerard threw into the audience...idk i think there could be some connection there.

12.) GUN

13.) YOU

14.) WOULD

15.) CRY

16.) OUT

this is literally a stock image of a bear, one article that we found using it credited it to pixabay (stock image website). bears are commonly used in the circus, and when you combine the clown on stage, the final image in the series is of a circus clown, and the new circus music added to the backing track in blood, idk. i think there could be something there. could also be a commentary of some kind on the juxtaposition of the wild bear and the very manmade trash can. i'm literally just throwing out ideas here so we can start a conversation on this stuff, i have no idea lol.

17.) YOUR

18.) EYES

this is the Vienna Boys Choir. the photo used is most likely them singing at the american embassy in paris. during ww2, circa 1948. they seem to have sung for a lot of government officials, notably including hitler and jfk.

i also wanna point out that their outfits are very similar to donald duck on the drum that tucker uses on stage, i talked about that drum in a post here yesterday with what i found. it is also (likely) connected to ww2.

19.) ALL

20.) ALONG

Lem A. Ward putting on circus makeup. between 1935-1939. this clown was employed as part of FDR's WPA federal theater project. this was created as part of the new deal to try and create work for american's who were left unemployed due to the great depression. BUT what i find kind of also very interesting about this is that this program was ended pretty abruptly because some of the entertainers employed were suspected to hold communist ideologies. so 5 years after it started, the federal theater project was disbanded.

and that's everything i found! please if you have any insight on the ones that i've already identified or if you think you know one of the other one's that i haven't or if you have literally anything to add please do!! i won't be satisfied until we figure all of them out.

i do have links and sources for all of the stuff i found too btw if you want it! i've heard in the past that tumblr limits the view of posts with a bunch of outside links in the search so i wanted to try and avoid that but happy to provide any of it!

[mona-risms]

So I saw this fan art from @zzzzi.exe on tiktok and I just needed to request this!!!

May I PLEASE request a Racer Rumi x Female Reader who is her Race Engineer/Race Strategist (Part of the pit crew and is responsible for communicating with the driver during the race. Gives updates on things like lap times, tire conditions, gaps between drivers, weather, and strategy changes.)

Like, imagine reader just trying to remain professional but her stubborn girlfriend keeps trying to flirt with her through the radio system/earpiece while racing and the reader is just worried that Rumi might crash if she doesn't stop flirting and focus on the damn road instead.

Or if you have another idea for the fic feel free to change or add it! Love your works btw♥

◆ MAIN COURSE: racer!Rumi x race engineer!fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: The only thing worth warning about is the possible inaccuracy bc idk SHIT about professional racing

◆ NOTES: IN THE NAME OF TATE MCRAE IN THE F1 MOVIE SOUNDTRACK I HAD TO BUT ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M HAPPY YOU ENJOY MY STUFF HAHAHA

First of all Rumi looks SO GOOD in that fit MY FINE SHYYYYYTTTTTTT MY SHAYLAAAA anyway let's say that instead of HUNTR/X being an idol group, they're racers in the HUNTR/X team okay shhh

So radio playback loves you two first of all LMAO. It's common knowledge that you two are gfs, and if anyone were to ever go "ohhh but that's so unprofessional 😒😒😒" either they clearly haven't seen you two work and/or they shut up REAL fast when they do. The two of you are almost always paired up w each other to be the driver and the engineer bc of how fluid your connection is.......even when Rumi doesn't seem like she's completely concentrated on the race (she is but she can multitask w her gf)

For all the awkwardness Rumi has in a relationship bc let's face it she's a cute loser no matter what, she get Real Brave once she's in racer mode—could be the Insane boost in cool factor or the fact that her face is hidden so you can't see the way she's blushing lightly whenever she hears you in her ear, giving her feedback and instructions as she drives, but she can't help but flirt with you through the radio 🤷‍♀️. Not like anyone could ever get mad at her for it though, not when she's completely locked tf in with the race anyway

"Radio check."

"Loud and clear."

"You could be clearer if you were next to me."

A sigh made its way out of you before you can even stop it, the sound coloured with exasperation and a tinge of amused affection, "I'm in your ear right now, and the only person you can hear is me. Is that not enough for you?"

You can practically hear the shrug your girlfriend does, usually paired with a quirk of her lips and smug look on that unfairly pretty face, "You know it's not the same."

"Yes, well, neither are you when you're in the car," you shot back with a chuckle, one that you knew had her bracing in anticipation no matter when and where you used it, "we both know you're hopeless when you're out of it."

"Wh-- hey!"

"Just saying. Keep your focus on the road, yeah? Can't give you what you really want when you're injured."

"Then keep me in line—no one does it better than you."

"Obviously. I'm on radio for a reason."

Like I said, radio playback LOVES you two. Not just bc of your snappy instructions and her millisecond reactions, but also bc of the banter that weaves between the two of you despite the high need for concentration. Where other drivers and engineers are whiteknuckling through it and even sometimes communicating wrong, Rumi is DRIVING like nobody's fucking business as she picks up on every single bit of feedback you give her, even when you're in the middle of speaking

Not just radio feedback though but races and streams in GENERAL. Tbf the girl got a hell of a headstart in her life—Celine most likely in this case would've trained her to be an racer for as long as she's ever really known. Just top it off with her connection with you in more than the professional way and she's weaving through it all without question. Whoever's doubting Rumi just bc she's gfs with her engineer Really does lose whatever words they have when she's speeding past everyone else like it's a fucking joke

Just bc she's extremely adept in the racetrack however doesn't mean you're not constantly worried about her anyway when she splits her attention on you. Is she weaving through the track like she wasn't having much issue at all? Yes. Is she following your every bit of instruction? Absolutely. But as endearing as you find your gf's antics, Keep Your Freaking Attention On The Race Please

"Could we go to the supermarket after this? We ran out of ramyeon and the girls wanted snacks."

The telltale beep doesn't sound out immediately, but when it does, it's followed by your ever-so-exasperated yet professional deadpan tone, "You're planning out a shopping date in the middle of a track."

"..yyyes..?" Despite all the noise and the amount of g-force slammed on her as she maneuvered the car, her voice was still steady amidst the chaos, "You're not in the mood for it?"

"No, I am, just--" a click of your tongue, " you're going to lose time in turn 14."

It doesn't even take a second for her to switch back into focus, "I'm catching dirty air, want me to--"

"--undercut, yes, box, Rumi, box--"

And without further instruction, as if Rumi had already anticipated your words, she quickly swerves into the pit stop and lets the crew do the work.

"Not gonna greet me?"

"I'm at the wall, Rumi—you'll lose an engineer if I left it."

She pouts slightly, despite the helmet concealing her expression, "But I miss you."

"Then finish this quick and you'll have me."

With a little grin, your girlfriend peels off back into the track, "Engineering my victory, are we?"

"That was terrible. Push now."

"Yes, ma'am."

No surprise that she wins in the end, with the way your communication is PEAK and she practically outperforming the car LOL. And every time she wins, she will always look for you before making a beeline like a lost puppy, in comparison to how she is inside the car 😭

As you speak to the pit crew about today's race, you're interrupted by a certain someone hugging you from behind and leaning all of her weight on you.

"Babe," you chuckled as you turned to wrap your arms around her, "you're heavy."

"Mmm..." She nuzzled the crook of your neck before pressing a kiss against your skin and then murmuring, "How was that? Did I do good?"

"You got P1, didn't you? I don't think you need me to tell you."

"Yeah, but..."

The pit crew members at the corner of your eye are sharing fond smiles between them as they watch the blatant display of affection before turning away to give the both of you your moment as you moved a hand up to pat her on the head, "Yeah. You did really well today. ..Still up for the shopping date?"

"Mhm. Just.. gimme a moment to remember what standing still feels like."

"You've been doing this for over half a decade now. You don't need an excuse to hold me."

Her cheeks redden slightly, but her hold on you tightens, "No but.. 's less embarrassing."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Rumi drew her head back up to lightheartedly glare at you, "Okay, now you're just being mean."

"Yep," you smiled, popping the 'p' as your hand moved down from her head to tuck a stray strand of purple hair behind your lover's ear, "you make it way too easy."

[formulafanfics13]

Hi I love your writing. Could I please get a Lando and fan smut request.

youre staying - LN4 🔥

Masterlist

summary: you've been a fan of his for years. never thought you'd meet him, let alone have him pressed between your thighs whispering your name like a prayer. one night in monaco changes everything. turns out, lando norris doesn't just notice you — he ruins you. warnings: dom!lando, fan x driver dynamic, intense eye contact, fingering, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, possessiveness, public teasing, rough softness, light choking, hair pulling, aftercare, overstimulation

You're not supposed to be here. That's the thought spinning in your head as you lean against the bar at Lily's, drink in hand, trying to look casual while your entire body screams F1 drivers are here.

You'd flown to Monaco with your best friend for the Grand Prix weekend, half expecting to spend most of it watching from fan zones and refreshing Twitter. You hadn't expected a VIP pass. You hadn't expected to get invited out.

You definitely hadn't expected him. Lando Norris. Leaning back in a velvet booth, drink in hand, grinning like sin itself. Your eyes meet across the floor. And suddenly, the music fades.

He doesn't glance away. Just smirks. Then crooks a finger. Come here.

Your legs carry you before your brain can catch up. He's close. Too close.

Lando slides over in the booth, making space beside him like he's been waiting all night. "You don't look like you belong here," he murmurs in your ear, voice hot against your skin.

Your throat is dry. "Neither do you."

He laughs. "Touché."

You take a sip of your drink to hide the flush rising in your cheeks.

He leans in again, palm resting casually on your thigh. "I've seen you before."

You blink. "No, you haven't."

"I have." His voice drops. "In the paddock. Last season. Austria, I think. You were wearing McLaren orange. Little crop top."

You nearly choke on your drink. He saw you? You'd barely been three rows back. Just another face in a crowd of fans. "You remember that?"

He hums, sliding his thumb up and down your leg. "I remember all the pretty things."

The Uber to his place is a blur. You don't remember leaving the club. You just remember the way his hand stayed on your thigh, the way he whispered in your ear like you were already his.

"You're not gonna regret this," he says against your neck in the elevator.

You're already dizzy. Already wet. Already gone.

His flat is dim, lit only by the glow of the marina outside. You don't make it to the bedroom at first. Your back hits the front door as he kisses you, fingers slipping under your dress with ease.

"Wanted to do this all night," he mutters.

You whimper as his hand slides into your panties. He groans.

"So wet for me already."

You nod, gasping.

"Good," he says. "Because I'm starving."

He drops to his knees right there in the hallway. Spreads your legs. Pulls your panties aside. And devours you. No teasing. No warming up. Just tongue and lips and fingers, filthy and focused, like a man on a mission.

You come in less than three minutes. Gripping his curls. Whimpering his name. He wipes his mouth and stands, lifting you in one motion. You wrap your legs around him.

"I haven't even started," he whispers.

He carries you to the bedroom. Lays you down on crisp white sheets. Kisses your inner thighs.

"Fan since F2?" he teases, rubbing his cock against your soaked entrance.

You nod, face burning.

"Then you've had years to imagine this."

You can't even answer. You just moan as he pushes in. He fucks you slow at first. So slow it's torture. "I want you to feel every inch," he says. "Wanna ruin you for anyone else."

You wrap your arms around him, clutching, needy. "Please," you whimper.

His thrusts deepen. Harder. Faster. The headboard starts to slam. The air is thick with moans and breathless praises.

"So tight," he groans. "So fucking good for me."

He flips you onto your stomach. Pulls you up by the hips. Fucks you deeper. "Look," he says, nodding to the mirror on the opposite wall. "Look how good you take me."

You watch your own reflection, mouth open, eyes dazed, Lando behind you with wild curls and flushed cheeks, holding your hips like he owns you.

"Say my name," he growls.

You do. Over and over. Until your voice cracks. Until your body gives in again, legs trembling, back arching. You come around him with a broken sob. And he doesn't stop.

You lose track of time. Lose track of orgasms. You're wrecked, ruined, gasping. He slows only when you're shaking too hard to move.

Then he kisses your shoulder. And pulls out. Wraps you in a blanket. Kisses your forehead. "You okay?"

You nod. Barely coherent.

He smiles. "Good. Because you're staying."

The next morning, you wake in his bed. He's watching you. Coffee in hand. Shirtless. Smirking. "Morning, pretty girl."

You blink. "Did we...?"

"Oh yeah," he says. "Multiple times."

You flush. He tosses you a hoodie. "Put this on. You're not walking out of here without wearing something of mine."

You hesitate. He cocks his head. "Unless you'd rather just stay?"

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

CAKE BOSS- D. GRAYSON

pairing: roommate! dick x fem! reader

word count: 650

summary: when you create a fake business profile on instagram to stalk your ex, but then need some help from dick when you actually recieve orders...

warnings: none, just swearing- all fluff, petnames

authors note: hey people, its been a while! just taking some time off, but heres this little blurb inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago. love u all xx

“Dick, I need your help.”

You practically slid into his room, socks acting frictionless on the hardwood of the loft.

They were bold words to start off a sentence with. But you had said them, nonetheless.

They had caused him to perk an eyebrow, revealing one ear from under his headphones. You didn't bother waiting for a response before you trampled over to his bed, past the dirty clothes scattered on the floor, and the pages and textbooks on his bed.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that bird? You? Need… my help? Mine? The honourable Dick Grayson's assistance-"

You smacked him on the arm before he could finish that sentence.

He teased you for being so independent, although it was an admirable trait. He admired it. But sometimes, when you were drowning- you simply sank to the bottom instead of extending an arm for help to come.

But you needed him for this. It was a good plan.

“I’m trying to snoop on people.”

He leaned forward, a glint in his eye. Removed the headphones fully, placing them around his neck.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay. So you remember Tommy yeah?”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of your scumbag ex. “Sadly, yes. Are we killing him?”

“I wish. Too much work. But I heard from a birdie that he got a new girl. And I need to see what he’s posted. It’s killing me.”

You had blocked him as soon as things had ended, and Dick had him blocked even before that. He had never liked him. You wished you took that as a warning sign about Tommy's character sooner.

“Either way, you’re a million times prettier than her.”

“You haven't even seen her-”

“Don't need to. You’re the most beautiful person on the planet. It is a known fact.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his complement, eyes glancing away to stare at the posters on his wall- suddenly seeming more interesting.

“Anyways, I obviously can't see anything because I’ve blocked him.”

“As have I.” he reminded you, a brush of his fingers on your thigh sending little bolts of lighting to your nerves, causing your eyes to meet him again.

Something like excitement and mischief was all over your face. He smiled. “Birdie, what's going on in that pretty lil head of yours?”

“Cake.”

He was taken aback, confused beyond belief.

“We make a secret account, one that looks legit like I don't know, a baker? And then use it to snoop around on what Tommys doing.”

He almost burst out laughing directly in your face. “A legit baker account?”

“I don't know! You think of something better.”

The baker account it was. 

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“I cannot believe this is fucking happening right now.” Dick exclaimed, and you couldn't help but laugh as batter splattered on your apron.

The baker account had been a green light. With the help of your friend Mari- who just so happened to bake the odd pretty cake here and there, you had managed to make your account seem somewhat legit as a business.

However, you were not expecting it to appear so real that actual orders started rolling in, requests for special cakes and certain treats.

It had landed you two in the kitchen at midnight, scrambling to learn and make five cakes that had been inquired. The whole thing was so ridiculous and downright hilarious you couldn't help but laugh, watching as Dick cracked eggs on the counter and picked broken shell from the mixed ingredients.

You two had no idea what the hell you were doing, or how searching for an ex led to a part time business the two of you were taking “seriously”.

But with Dick, the hassle was worth it. And he had even agreed to your idiotic plan.

“If I get batter on myself one for fuckin time I’m upcharging them.” he grumbled, as you simply watched vanilla batter splash his cheek.

[kewpiekitty]

where have you gone?

a/n !: i'm excited to finally finish this omg !! i was inspired by this scenario from @doodlewritesfics and i have been wanting to write this since i read it ahhh !! this is post-realization mateo btw !! also we're gonna pretend he can still see objects even after he's been realized and the inanimals are being watched by betty ! i hope y'all enjoy this !! also maybe i'll make a part two with pregnant!reader !!

content warning !: fem!reader, insecure!reader, reader kind of has abandonment issues, angst, comfort, crying, starts gentle then turns into rough sex, creampie, begging, and implications of pregnancy !!

synopsis !: the next morning you wake up to find mateo gone, nothing giving you a clue as to where he could've gone or when he'll be back. when you finally see him again you don't know if you can forgive him.

You were laid next to Mateo on the couch, it was a funny feeling, being able to really feel him next to you now. His warm hand brushing against your arm with each pet he gave to the dogs. They were sprawled out all over the couch and floor. It was like a dream come true, he was really here, and so were the inanimals.

The sounds of their breathing and occasional sighs had you drifting off to sleep. Before you are able to fully fall asleep, you hear Mateo whisper.

"You are my family, forever." 

His words were all you needed to hear before you fell asleep, head on his shoulder. Dreaming about helping Mateo and the inanimals find other missing critters and giving them a home. 

You wake up with a smile on your face, excited to spend the day with your now real boyfriend. Only now, there is no sign of him anywhere. You look around the house, trying to find clues of him or the inanimals everywhere. Yet there are none. 

Thinking that maybe you could've dreamt about realizing him, you put the dateviators back on. You look around the house once again but there is still no sign of him. Fear washes over you as you think about what could have possibly happened to Mateo. The objects all tell you the same thing, that they haven't seen him either. With no other ideas left, you break down crying. Discouraged and tired, you fall asleep on the couch where you and Mateo had been the day before. 

It has been a week since you've last seen him. You were drained and exhausted but you decided to turn on the tv. When you do a commercial for the WFYB pops up, and there stands Mateo and the inanimals. Your heart felt like it stopped and your breathing slowed, you watched in silence until he disappeared from the screen. Finally seeing your chance to find him you grab your keys and bolt out of the house, heading straight for the building. 

When you arrive there is no sight of him, but you talked to the person at the desk. No useful information came from them, except for a dismissive "They always come back!". All you could do was ask for whatever updates you could get, giving them your number so they could notify you as soon as Mateo returned. 

As you leave the building you think back to the commercial. The voice on the tv saying "They have never left a subject behind".

Except for you. They left you behind. 

All week you had laid in bed, unable to bring yourself to do anything without knowing Mateo was okay. The stress made it hard for you to get out of bed, and it was getting noticeable that you weren't moving around the house recently. A gruff voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

"You should really take a shower you know?" It was Doug. Of course he'd be here right now. 

"Doug please go away, I'm seriously not in the mood." He scoffs at you. "Yeah, that's why I'm here right now, dork." He grabs your arm and pulls you up out of the bed. "Listen, it's bumming everyone out cause you're just laying in bed. We know you miss Mateo but you need to get a grip." 

You want to get angry at his words but you can't muster up enough strength. You were tired, you had been abandoned and you were just expected to be okay with it?

"What do—what do I do Doug?" Your body gives out and falls over onto his. "What do I do now?" He wraps an arm around you and rubs your back somewhat soothingly. "How about you take a bath, relax for a bit and then you can go ask if there are any updates on your little boytoy okay?" 

You nod against his shoulder, gathering the strength to get up and run the bath water. A cool hand places itself upon your shoulder. You turn around to see Bathsheba, the dark frown on her face making you nervous. 

"I just cannot believe that he had the nerve to just dip like that! You realize him and then he just goes off into the world? No call, no text, no note, no "goodbye honey i'm off to become a member of a search group!"

You roll your eyes at her words despite them being true. She sits on the counter top and carries on talking as you bathe yourself, thankful for her chattiness since the last thing you want to do right now is talk. When you finish your bath she helps you get dry and brushes your hair, all while continuing to gossip. 

Bathsheba sends you off into your room to get dressed, hoping that maybe today will be better for you. As you finish dressing a high pitched ping echoes through the room. Your heart begins to race—could that be an update? 

You jump onto your bed, grabbing your phone in both hands. Your eyes are closed as you hold it up, one slowly opening to see who could've texted you. 

It was the WFYB. . .Mateo is back. 

You rush to the building again, hoping—no praying, that he'll be here this time. Your heart is racing so fast that you can hear your own heartbeat. There's a heavy feeling in your stomach, the uncertainty being able to see him again weighing in the hair. 

When you open the doors you see him. His chubby and tall figure standing there talking to one of his associates. You feel sick, a mixture of emotions creeps up. Anger at Mateo for not saying anything, happiness that he's alive and well, and sadness that he just left you. 

He turns around at the sound of the door chiming, a big smile plastered on his face when he sees you. 

"Mi vida! We've missed you so—" You interrupt him, asking to talk to him in private. When he takes you to a room off to the side you break down. Allowing every single emotion you've been feeling to come out all at once. Sobs rack through your body as he wraps his arms around your frame, but you push him away, pain now the only thing on your mind. 

"How could you leave me like that? You said I was your family, but you didn't even tell me you were leaving!" 

A deep frown forms on his face, guilt flows through his body. "I'm so sorry mi vida, I know I should have said something before but—" 

"No! You don't get to do that. I was worried day and night about you, I had no clue if you were dead or alive." You use your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. "There was nothing that told me where you were. Do you know how scary that is?" 

He stands there looking like a child who's getting yelled at by his mother. He doesn't interrupt, letting you say what you need to. Although he's a little hurt that you rejected his touch he understands. However, his understanding goes out the window when you say that you don't think you can continue to be with him. 

"Mi amorcita please. I know I've messed up but please don't say that, you know you're my family. You're everything I need." 

You scoff, anger taking over everything in your body. 

"Do I know that? Mateo, I'm not mad that you wanted to do this." You hold his hands in yours. "I'm just mad you left without any warning. What if you did that and something happened? I wouldn't be able to live with myself." 

Tears well up in his big brown eyes, his lower lip jutting out and trembling. Your heart aches at his face. Your words have him looking like a kicked puppy. Yet his actions had you hurting like one. 

"I'm sorry Mateo, but I don't think I can—" 

He interrupts you with a bear hug, his grip so tight it could've stopped your breathing. You could feel warm tears wetting your shirt, along with small hiccups coming from his trembling body. 

"hic—ple...please mi vida. i can't live without you, i n...need you in my life—please." His cries were desperate and pleading. It was obvious he was trying to convince you to rethink your choice, and it was working. He didn't know how much it hurt you to say those things. 

'But if I was so important, then why didn't he tell me he was leaving?' 

He lowers himself onto his knees, his arms now wrapped around your legs. His face is stained with tears as he looks up at you. "bebecita—hic—por favor, forgive me. i haven't been the man you deserve, please...let me make it up to you." 

You pause, not knowing what to do. You can't help but feel so bad for your sweet boy. His lips forming a cute pout while he cries. Your hands find their way to both sides of his face, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. 

"C'mon, let's go home okay? We can talk more about this there." You pull him up to his feet, taking hold of his hand. You, Mateo, and the inanimals make the way back to the house. The silence on the way there was killing him, while the inanimals were wagging their tails at the sight of their home. 

You enter the house, silence still filling the gaps between the two of you. 

"I'm going to head upstairs, okay? just make yourself comfortable and if you need something just ask." 

His strong grip stops you in your tracks. You can't bring yourself to look back at him, if you do you won't be able to stop falling apart. 

"bebecita...please look at me." you don't say anything, you don't dare to move either. "[name] please look at me!" you turn to look at him, his eyes watering once again. "i'm sorry. i don't deserve you and i know that now. you gave me the greatest gift of all—your love. and i took it for granted like a fool." 

He brings your hand up to his face, leaving kisses all the way up your arm. Warm tears dripping with each kiss he places. "I will do anything for your forgiveness, mi vida. Please let me make it up to you. If I can't please you, then I will accept the fact that you're no longer mine." 

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A soothing hold on the small of your back. Your heart aches at his words. You know he didn't mean to leave you in such a way, so you hate to make him so upset. Though it hurt you so much, you never could've seen him again, and you would have had to live with the fact that he was never coming back.

You didn't reject his touch, and he took this as a sign to continue. His swollen lips kiss from your neck to your ear. Shivers going down your spine due to his hot breath.

His strong arm hooks under your legs, the other holding your back to keep you from falling. He practically flies up the stairs with you in his arms. Never stopping his movements until he reaches your bedroom, the smell of your perfume and clean laundry hits him. He hasn't realized how much he missed your scent until now. 

You're on the bed within seconds, staring up at Mateo between your open legs. His gaze is hungry—both pleading and animalistic at the same time. Like an animal that hasn't eaten in days, begging for food. You can feel the heat between your legs grow at his unmoving gaze. Small kisses are peppered all over your body, but most of them land in between your thighs. Mateo stares at you questioningly, his dark brown eyes filled with love, lust, and adoration. 

"May I touch you mi bebecita?" 

You nod absentmindedly, giving him the courage he needed to continue worshiping your body. The room was dim and quiet, each kiss he placed on your body was like an unspoken apology. His hands roamed around your body, occasionally stopping to pinch and play with your nipples. 

The sounds you made were music to his ears. Looking back at it now, Mateo has no clue why he left the way he did. He had the world right in front of him. You gave him this gift of life, and the first thing he does is abandon you. He feels like such an idiot. 

His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of you, he forgot what it felt like to touch you. To be able to worship your gorgeous body again. There is no rush with his delicate touches, he savors the moment of being with you again. It felt right, like this was how everything was supposed to be. 

Mateo can feel the warm tears roll down his cheeks. Crying at your beautiful body under him. "Mi vida—please," He ruts against your clothed cunt, desperate to feel you around him. "allow me to make you feel good." 

It doesn't take much time for the both of you to peel off your clothes. When you're naked you sit and stare at each other, taking in the vulnerability of each other. While he did leave so suddenly, you know you could never be fully mad at Mateo. 

He's quick to hover over you, his hard cock poking at your entrance. You're nervous though, it had been awhile since the two of you had been able to do anything. This whole month you’ve been alone and you know it'll hurt when he bottoms out. 

Mateo is gentle with your body though, treating you like a princess as he guides himself into you. A hiss of pain falls from your mouth at the feeling of him stretching you out. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head to help. "I know mi vida, I'm sorry for hurting you." 

He doesn't move when he's finally bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size once again. He's always been so gentle with you, every word he speaks and every action he does is just so comforting. I guess whether he's human or not he'll always be that way.

You tap his shoulder signaling that it's okay for him to move. His thrusts are soft and sweet, catering to every need your aching hole has. You feel safe under Mateo like this, though it brings back memories that make tears threaten to spill from your eyes. 

His pace gets quicker, his cock slamming into you at a rough and rapid pace. Small sobs break through the noises of skin slapping and groans. It's Mateo. "Bebecita please don't leave me," His thrusts get harder with each word he utters. "I'm so sorry, you're my goddess and I've been such a fool." His hands lift your legs up to your chest, spreading them wide enough to show off your cunt swallowing his dick whole. 

Tears fell down his face for the fifth time today. His hands roam your body as he ruts into you with an animalistic face. Loud squishing and squelching sounds filling up the room. "Princessa, I know I messed up but please," He pulls himself out of you, and you whine at the emptiness between your legs. "tell me that you need me. Tell me that you'll always be mine. I need you to promise me you won't leave me please, and I won't leave you ever again." 

He rams back inside of you and steadies himself before he pulls out once more. Your hole clenches around him at his words, the knot in your stomach begins to tighten and Mateo can tell. He angles his hips upward hitting your most precious spot. The friction makes it hard for you to even keep your eyes open now. 

He grabs your chin with his hand and makes you look up at him. "Amorcita, tell me that it'll always be just us. I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me you love me please." His pace gets sloppy and frivolous. Your legs wrap around his waist pushing him deeper inside of you. 

"Mateo, I love you so much. I'll always love you with all of my heart!" He wants to come undone at your words, but Mateo knows better than to do that. He wants his princess to cum first. He needs you to. 

Mateo's hand flies to your clit, circling the little nub until you're attempting to make coherent sentences. The only thing that falls out of your mouth is 'please'. And please he will, his cock slams into your g-spot. He slips out each time due to how wet you are. 

With one final thrust he has you cumming all over his cock, a loud squeal coming from your mouth as he spurts his load inside of your pussy. When you've finally come out from the blissful daze you were in, you kiss his face all over. 

"I love you Mateo. But please don't ever leave me like that again." He kisses your forehead before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I promise I won't my love, now, you can be by my side on our adventures. If you would like to be, of course." You nod your head, happy with the agreement you've come to. Ready to drift off into a peaceful slumber before. . .

"Amorcita, have you still been on the pill?" 

You take a moment to think about it, eyes still closed. They pop open at the realization that no, you haven't been. 

"Oh no. . ." 

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Will They? Won't They?

Clark Kent x fem! reader

Clark is based off of MAWS and of course in honor of the new Superman movie. I haven't seen it yet sadly but I am super excited to see what James Gunn has in store!

word count: 1,712

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, bad dates, and Jimmy being done with life

*requests are open!

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Clark was many things. A friend, coworker, potential lover—he was great! Things were great! 

“Avoiding Clark isn’t going to make this go away. You know that right?” Jimmy sighed. Keeping an eye on you from his peripheral while flipping through his binder. ‘Ready to print’ on the cover written in bright bold marker.

“I’m not—” You pause. Pursing your lips. “I’m processing.”

Your back hits the wall as you slink down. Hidden behind boxes you call a filing system. Clark was supposed to help you with those.

“Well process faster. He’s starting to notice.”

Right, because understanding newfound romantic feelings for your best friend was easy.

Cradling your head in your hands you allow yourself to succumb to the following: panic, fear, and nausea. 

Why did things have to change? But in a philosophical context, wasn’t change inevitable? Was that Plato or Aristotle? Clark would know.

Clark…god, you haven’t thought of him this much—this way since meeting as interns. His dark curly hair and pretty blue eyes…maybe you had always found him cute. But what changed? 

-

Days earlier…

-

After knocking you wait patiently on the other side. Wondering if you sprayed on too much perfume. 

It’s not like tonight needed to be perfect. First dates were just that, the initial reaction of getting to know someone. 

But you haven't exactly been on a date as of recent. You even had to dig through your closet to find something that wasn’t a blazer or pencil skirt. Maybe you were just overreacting. You had a tendency to ruminate on the most trivial things.

“Hey—wow, you look nice.”

“Hi Clark.” You greet him with a smile. Noticing the flour caked on his cheek you point to your face. “You’ve got a little…”

“Oh! Right, thank you.” 

He chuckles to himself before wiping his cheek. His dimples appear soon after. “I was just starting dinner.”

“Oh! What’s on the menu tonight?” You stare up at him curiously.

“Pasta. Jimmy has been begging me to make more for lunch.”

“Of course he has,” you snort.

Clark puffs out his chest. “I am the best cook around.”

“I think Lois would have to disagree.”

“I think you’re being biased.”

“Yeah? Well make me a four course meal and I might change my mind.”

Clark chortles. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “When has she ever done that?”

“The better question is— why haven’t you ever been invited over?”

“I-”

You wave your hand dismissively. “Rhetorical question. It’s because you can’t appreciate a good romcom.”

“That’s what this is about?” He groans. Leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms over his chest. 

“Your lack of taste disgusts me Kent.”

“They’re so cheesy.”

“So are action movies!”

Clark clutches at his heart as he gapes. “Did you come here to insult me or is there a reason for your visit?”

“You’re too sensitive,” you tease. “I came to ask if you could keep an eye on my apartment?”

Clark's playful demeanor fades slightly. “Sure. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah everything is fine. I’d just feel better knowing you’re looking out for my baby. I’m going to be gone most of the night.”

Clark glances over to your apartment across the hall. Without trying too hard he can hear the faint pitter patter of paws and jingling.

“Ah, that’s right. You have a date tonight.”

You nod before lazily saluting him. “Wish me luck.”

“You’re not going to need it. Have a good time and I’ll see you when you get home?”

“Sounds good! Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

With one more smile you begin your descent down the hall. Only turning back when you hear Clark call out your name. 

“Call me if you need anything ok? A ride, anything.”

You pause. Finding the way he’s looking at you right now strange.

“I will.” You finally answer. Preparing to say more before settling on a wave and departing. 

You had been through a lot together. From internships to being targeted by LexCorp to coax out Superman. It had never really occurred to you how strong of a bond had been created between the two of you. If you were in his shoes, of course you would be worried for a friend. Come to think of it…Clark never went on dates. 

Before you knew it you were at the restaurant searching for your date through the crowd. It was a little strange that despite the pleasant conversation, your mind kept wandering to Clark.

-

It killed him. Actually twisted a knife in his gut to see you all dolled up for another man. But there wasn’t much he could do.

Clark had subjected himself to the following conditions. Love you from a distance and keep you safe.

He couldn’t live with himself if somehow you had gotten hurt because of his alter ego. He also couldn’t lose your friendship when it meant so much to him. Clark was many things but with you it wasn’t one or the other, Superman or Clark Kent. He could be both even though you were none the wiser. He was relieved to feel like himself around someone other than his mom.

But he would be lying if he said there weren’t moments of weakness where he wondered what it would be like to hold you. Kiss you until you couldn’t breathe.

Clark would give anything to express how he feels without there being repercussions.

He’s startled out of his daydream when his phone rings. Jumping out of his skin when the contact information reads your name. Mostly because it was impeccable timing but eventually because something must be wrong.

“Hello?” He answers immediately. Already mentally preparing his route to you until he remembers he has to take his car. Flying isn’t an option unless he wants to explain he was conveniently in the area. Actually, that might work.

Clark’s heart sinks as he listens to you barely holding it together. 

“I’m on my way. Just stay with me ok.”

-

What was a pleasant conversation turned into a transactional expectation. You didn’t feel safe traveling even via taxi knowing there was a possibility your date could follow.

Naively, you answered questions that made it clear you were a young woman living alone. You chalk it up to the audacity of his questions instead of placing the blame on yourself. 

Explaining this all to Clark was easier said than done. It was embarrassing to admit you were wearing such heavy rose tinted glasses that you didn’t see the signs.

Stepping into your apartment allows some of the tension to leave your shoulders but what really helps, is again, Clark. He manages to cheer you up with pasta and movies he nitpicks at to get you to laugh. The night never seems to end but when it does that fear returns and before you can think you’re reaching out to grab his arm as he goes to stand.

“Could you please stay with me? Just for today? I’ll owe you a coffee.” You smile sheepishly. Hearing how ridiculous the request sounds when Clark is only across the hall. But instead of laughing in your face (not that he ever would), Clark doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and lull you to sleep. When you wake up to sunbeams in your eyes, you’re still in his arms.

-

You feel relieved to know these newfound feelings, while still frightening, are real. Not something you conjured up in your mind. Not something that isn’t a real possibility.

You have feelings for Clark Kent and you’re certain he does too.

“Finally done wallowing?” Jimmy scoffs. “You’ve been staring off into space for almost ten minutes. It was starting to get concerning.”

“What was?”

Clark’s voice invades your little bubble of thoughts. Peeking over the boxes you find him already staring at you. It makes your skin crawl but in the best way possible. Like he was seeing through you. Noticing every frown line and wrinkle between your brows.

“I’m gonna…step out.” Jimmy coughs into his fist. Shooting you a look that said—well, you’re not sure. He’s either upset for being kicked out of his own studio or upset you’re taking so long to address the elephant in the room.

You move to stand on your feet when a hand enters your vision. Palm up and eyes expectant. 

Taking Clark’s hand you wait for the butterflies to subside before looking up at him. He seems nervous. You’ve probably made him wrack every neuron in his brain to understand why you had begun avoiding him. 

You quietly offer him the seat Jimmy previously occupied. There was no right way to break the silence but you did your best. 

Taking a deep breath after staring at your shoes you will yourself to face him before something solid presses into your nose. You must have been closer than you’d anticipated because somehow your lips are on his. It takes you a moment to register this and even a second longer to notice you’ve leaned into him. 

It may have initially been an accident but moving your head to accommodate the angle is a sexual harassment case waiting to be filed.

Hurriedly you push away from his chest. Leaving Clark’s hand to drop from your waist.

“I am so sorry!” you squeak.

Clark is just as red. Horrified at how he had kissed you instead of steadying you but you had just smelled so good and tasted like frosting from this morning's donuts-

Fixing his glasses he avoids your gaze. “No no I was—! That was—I didn’t realize—”

He continues rambling apologies as you feel your heart do a somersault. His lips were surprisingly soft and there was absolutely no way you were going to be able to eradicate that from your mind. It wouldn’t help the dreams you’ve been having of waking up in his arms. 

“Well, that was anti-climactic.” Lois takes a sip of her coffee as she watches across the room. Casually leaning against a desk that belonged to one of the interns. 

Jimmy on the other hand, facepalms. Mentally making a note to add film to his windows because watching the two of you trip over each other is exhausting. He doesn’t have to see it in his own home.

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⤷﹐there she goes - chapter 1﹒⟣

girl next door!reader x farmboy!clark kent

Clark’s in the kitchen when someone knocks on their door, eating his breakfast about 2 hours too early. His father had woken him up at the crack of dawn, needing help in the field. And that had lasted all about a minute, leaving Clark exhausted and unable to go back to sleep. Safe to say, he was not happy about being interrupted. But his parents were out in the fields - he was the only one to answer it. So he stood, sluggishly, walking towards the door.

There was a girl there on the other side of the screen. Holding a covered plate.

“Hello!” Her voice was chipper, bright, far too much considering what time it was. But he’d never seen her before, which was weird, because logically, Smallville was… small. He knew everybody in it. And she looked different than the girls who lived here. “You must be Clark!”

That snapped him out of it. How the heck did she know who he was? He’d never seen this girl in his life! She followed it up with her name, but he just barely processed it. He'd seen enough in Smallville to be wary. “How do you know my name?”

“Oh, uhm-” Even through the screen door, he could see her red cheeks. “I just moved in across the street yesterday. Your mom came by with a pie, so I thought I’d bring cookies- and she couldn’t stop talking about her son Clark, so I assumed he was you. Sorry.”

He opened the screen, and took the plate of cookies from her. If he was wary, he was still hungry. “It’s fine. I saw you guys moving in the other day. Where from?”

“Metropolis.” She answered quickly, like she was nervous. Or maybe just awkward. Clark knew a thing or two about that.

“Do you want to come in until my mom gets back from the barn? Should only be a few minutes.” Graciously, he stepped aside, and closed the door behind her once she’d entered the house. “Are you going to Smallville High?”

“Yeah, going into senior year. Pretty rough year to transfer into.” Her cheeks were flushed, but he was warming up to her already. There was something easy about her being there.

“I’m in senior too. Maybe when you start out on Monday I can show you around, introduce you to some of my friends.” He offered, shrugging softly and looking up at her. She had the kind of face that looked like it belonged in the big city, not here in Smallville. The kind of face that went on the cover of magazines, not tucked away beneath a hat from the scorching country sun. He could tell she’d have a lot of attention tomorrow at school. Maybe from him too.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” And then a silence settled over them. Not an uncomfortable one, despite the awkward nature of the entire interaction. Somehow it was like a sense of normalcy had set over them. Like they’d known each other forever. Clark’s mom cut through the silence.

“Oh, dear, it’s so lovely to see you.” She hugged the poor girl, squeezing a little too tight. He’d always heard his mother say she wanted a daughter too. “You’ve met Clark?”

“Yes, ma’am, and he’s just offered to show me around school on Monday.” She smiled, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She seemed to be fine with it.

“Well- how about you and your father come join us for dinner tomorrow night?” Martha offered, glancing at Clark, who nodded. Yeah. He could deal with getting to know her before other people got the chance to.

“That sounds great, Mrs Kent!” There’s a few more polite words exchanged, along the lines of ‘I’ll ask my father’ and ‘Be here at 7:30!’, but Clark isn’t listening anymore. He’s just looking at her. Which is why he cringes when the screen door hits her on the way out.

She definitely wasn’t from Smallville.

credits to strangergraphics-archive for the dividers!

here's chapter one! honestly not so sure how i feel about it, i haven't properly written like this for a while.. i hope it's liked, otherwise feel free to let me know how i can improve it! if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and drop stuff in my inbox to let me know!! i appreciate everything that comes my way :) love you all!!

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helloooooo :3

I really liked your poly yendere! Saja boys hcs, can I maby request something where the reader (preferably gn but idm!) Is just down for it. Like they confront the saja boys about it and are like 'yeah cool, im having a good time so whatever'

Thank youuuuuu :D

I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope you enjoy this fic too. (3

The afternoon sun filtered through the practice room windows as you hummed quietly to yourself, organizing sheet music that had been scattered across the floor. You'd been working as an assistant for various K-pop groups for months now, but nothing had prepared you for the intensity of being around the Saja Boys. There was something magnetic about them that went beyond their polished performances and charming smiles—something darker that made your pulse quicken whenever they looked your way.

You were younger than them, that much was obvious, but they never made you feel small or insignificant. If anything, their attention felt overwhelming in the best possible way. Jinu's brooding intensity, Mystery's quiet observation, Abby's confident swagger, Romance's flirtatious warmth, and Baby's deceptively innocent demeanor—each of them had begun occupying more and more space in your thoughts.

"You know," you said suddenly, not looking up from the papers in your hands, "I've been wondering when you were going to actually talk to me about it."

The room fell silent. You could feel their eyes on you—five pairs of otherworldly gazes that had been tracking your every movement for weeks now. Slowly, you lifted your head to meet their stares. Jinu stood closest to you, his dark eyes unreadable. Mystery lingered in the shadows near the sound equipment, his hair falling over half his face as always. Abby leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, the fabric of his mint green shirt straining slightly over his defined chest. Romance perched on the edge of a chair, his pink hair catching the light like spun cotton candy, while Baby sat cross-legged on the floor, absently sipping from a juice box—though you'd noticed he went through an unusual number of those.

"Talk to you about what?" Jinu asked carefully, though something predatory flickered behind his polite tone.

You set down the sheet music and turned to face them fully. "About how you've been watching me. Following me. About how my apartment building's security cameras keep mysteriously malfunctioning whenever I get home late. About how that guy who wouldn't leave me alone at the convenience store last week suddenly transferred to a different city." You paused, studying their faces. "About how you're not exactly what you seem to be."

The silence stretched taut as a wire. Baby's innocent sucking sounds from his juice box seemed unnaturally loud. Romance's fingers played absently with the heart-shaped pendant at his throat. Mystery shifted slightly, and you caught a glimpse of something sharp—too sharp to be human—before his sleeve fell back into place.

"You're not running away screaming," Abby observed, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity. "That's... interesting."

You shrugged, surprising yourself with how calm you felt. "Should I be? Because honestly, I've been having a really good time lately. My life's gotten significantly more exciting since you all showed up. And safe, weirdly enough. I haven't felt this... protected in years."

Jinu took a step closer, his expression shifting from cautious to something deeper, more vulnerable. "You don't understand what we are. What we're capable of."

"I have some theories," you admitted. "The glowing eyes thing isn't exactly subtle, and I've seen how people act around you during performances. That's not normal idol magnetism." You met each of their gazes in turn. "But here's the thing—I don't care."

"You don't care?" Mystery spoke for the first time, his voice barely above a whisper but somehow filling the room.

"Look," you said, moving to sit on one of the practice room's low benches, "I know this probably sounds crazy, but I like the attention. I like that you care enough about me to... well, to go to extremes. Nobody's ever wanted to protect me before, even if your methods are a little unconventional."

Romance laughed, a sound like silver bells with an edge of hysteria. "A little unconventional? Darling, we've killed people for looking at you wrong."

"I figured," you said simply. "And I'm... okay with that? Which probably says something about me, but I've spent my whole life being overlooked, being ordinary. You make me feel special. You make me feel wanted."

Baby's juice box hit the floor with a soft thud. His usually playful demeanor had vanished entirely, replaced by something ancient and hungry. "You're not afraid of us."

"Should I be afraid of people who would burn down the world to keep me safe?" You shook your head. "I've never had anyone care about me that much. Never had anyone choose me first, put me first, prioritize my happiness over literally everything else."

Jinu's control finally cracked. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance between you, dropping to his knees in front of the bench and taking your hands in his. His touch was warm but you could feel the barely contained power thrumming beneath his skin. "You don't know what you're saying. We're not good for you. We're selfish, possessive, dangerous—"

"And completely devoted to me," you interrupted, reaching up to cup his face. "Jinu, you gave up everything to make sure I'd never be hurt again. Mystery's been sleeping outside my building in case someone tries to break in. Abby scared off my creepy manager without me even asking. Romance has been leaving me flowers and coffee every morning, and Baby..." you glanced at the youngest member, whose facade of innocence had completely dissolved, revealing something wild and desperate underneath. "Baby's been making sure I eat properly and get enough sleep, even though he has to use some pretty creative methods to do it."

"You knew?" Baby's voice was smaller than usual, vulnerable in a way that made your chest tight.

"Honey, I work in entertainment. I can spot a carefully crafted persona from a mile away. But more than that, I can spot genuine care. And everything you've all done—even the scary, morally questionable stuff—has been about taking care of me."

Abby pushed himself off the wall, moving to stand behind the bench. His hands settled on your shoulders, possessive and warm. "So what are you saying exactly?"

You leaned back against his chest, enjoying the way his breath hitched. "I'm saying that if this is what being loved by you means, then yeah, I'm all in. I don't want normal. I don't want some regular relationship with someone who'll get bored of me in six months. I want this—I want all of you, exactly as you are."

Romance was beside you in an instant, his hand finding yours while his pink eyes searched your face desperately. "Even knowing what we are? What we've done?"

"Especially knowing what you are," you said firmly. "You're mine just as much as I'm yours. And honestly? The dedication is kind of flattering. I've never had anyone fight for me before, let alone fight like you do."

Mystery emerged from the shadows, moving with fluid grace until he was kneeling beside Jinu. His hair fell away from his face slightly, giving you a glimpse of sharp features and eyes that glowed with otherworldly light. "You're not what we expected."

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly what your fans think you are either," you pointed out with a smile. "But that's okay. I like the real you better anyway."

The tension in the room shifted, becoming something electric and anticipatory rather than fearful. Baby abandoned all pretense of his childish persona, rising to his feet with predatory grace. "So you're really okay with this? With us being... intense?"

"Baby, you literally rearrange people's dreams to make sure I sleep peacefully. Intense doesn't begin to cover it." You reached out to him, and he came immediately, settling at your feet and resting his head against your knee. "But yes, I'm okay with it. More than okay."

Jinu's grip on your hands tightened. "We won't be able to let you go. Ever. Once you're ours—really ours—there's no going back."

"Good," you said simply. "I don't want to go back. I want to go forward, with all of you."

The room erupted into movement then. Romance's lips found yours first, soft and desperate, while Abby's hands tangled in your hair. Mystery's touch ghosted along your arm, reverent and claiming, while Baby pressed closer against your legs. Jinu watched it all with dark, possessive eyes, his earlier restraint finally cracking completely.

"You have no idea what you've just agreed to," he murmured against your ear when Romance finally pulled away.

"Then show me," you whispered back, and the sound that escaped him was barely human.

As the afternoon dissolved into evening, you realized that your normal life—your safe, predictable, lonely existence—was truly over. And you'd never been happier about anything in your life. The Saja Boys weren't just performers hiding supernatural secrets; they were yours now, completely and irrevocably. And you were theirs in return, wrapped in a devotion so fierce it bordered on worship.

When they performed that night, their eyes never left you in the wings. When they sang about being your idol, about being everything you needed, you knew they meant every word. And when the show ended and they swept you away from the venue, surrounding you with their protective, possessive presence, you felt like you were finally home.

You'd chosen them, knowing exactly what they were capable of. And they'd chosen you back, with all the devastating intensity they were capable of. It wasn't healthy by normal standards, but it was real, and it was yours, and it was perfect.

After all, what did normal relationships have to offer compared to being loved by five demons who would literally move heaven and earth to keep you safe and happy? You'd take their brand of obsessive devotion over ordinary love any day.

And as they closed ranks around you, their eyes glowing with otherworldly light and unmistakable adoration, you knew you'd made the right choice. This was what it sounded like when monsters fell in love—and you were ready to fall right along with them.

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I Crumble Completely When You Cry.

Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are adults Words: ~3,000 Tags: shameless smut, minimal plot, established relationship, long distance relationship, oral sex, p in v sex, no beta

Summary: You haven't seen or heard from your so-called boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow, in six months as he's been away on a secret work assignment for the Ministry. When he returns unexpectedly, he makes up for his absence.

Notes: Oh, hey there! I finally found a smidge of time to write something. It's just a small, random dose of shameless smut. I'm rather rusty so please go easy on me. Characters are early-20s post-Hogwarts adults. Story is loosely inspired by "505" by Arctic Monkeys.

Read below the cut.

It’s funny how the oppressive summer heat can give nights like this a sense of near-whimsy, you decide as you trudge home. It’s been a grueling day. Because for every hot summer night, there’s a hot summer day. And those bring out the worst in people.

There was the woman who tried to poison her cheating husband with an herbicide potion. There was the man who fell 50 feet while testing a homemade autopilot device on his broomstick. Then there was the 10-year-old who consumed three-dozen chocolate frogs and couldn’t stop vomiting.

You’d never been so relieved to leave St. Mungo’s.

Now, your sights are set on a bubble bath and a glass of firewhiskey before you sink into bed and forget the world.

It’s been a long day, but an even longer six months. But you were trying desperately to cast those thoughts from your mind. You’re not going to think about that – or him – you decide as you climb the stairs to your flat on the fifth floor. It feels like a particularly long and agonizing ascent to door number 505.

Despite the muggy summer air, you’re thrilled to watch your bathtub fill with suds as steam begins to cling to the bathroom mirror. It’s an escape, albeit a rather mundane one.

You shed your work robes and sink slowly into the water, your eyes falling shut in relief. The aroma of lavender and the gentle hiss of the foamy bubbles become your focus. You don’t hear the quiet footsteps. You don’t see the gentle swing of the door as it cracks open.

You exhale, your rigid shoulders finally starting to relax and your jaw finally ready to unclench when all your chances at a quiet evening are stolen from you.

“Careful,” a voice says from the doorway. “You don’t want to fall asleep in the tub again.”

The air departs your lungs as your eyes snap open and you flinch. The sharp movement sinks you lower into the bathtub until you’re coughing and sputtering soapy water, your hands grasping for the sides of the tub. It doesn’t matter; even when you regain control of your body, you’re speechless.

Your gaze meets a familiar brown stare and a lopsided smirk full of amusement. Touseled hair and freckles are also there to remind you of all the things you’ve been trying to forget.

He waits patiently for you to speak, his stare silently gauging your expression. You feel sick to your stomach. The battle within your brain rages to a full-on war. You’re torn between feelings of relief to see him again, anxiety from his unannounced presence, and fury over his months-long absence.

“Sebastian,” you finally manage, desperate to stifle any notion of surprise or excitement. 

“Darling,” he coos. You want to pummel him with bare fists, no magic necessary.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, suddenly aware of your vulnerable state. Much of the bubbles floating atop the water have dissipated amid your coughing and flailing. You cross your arms in a combined attempt to cover yourself and assert your disdain.

“It’s been six months,” Sebastian says. “I expected a warmer welcome than this.”

“Six months with no visits, no owls, no hint of your existence,” you retort. You hate the aggravation that accompanies your tone, but you can’t help yourself. 

“I couldn’t, darling,” he answers. “You know that.”

“You could have sent me something,” you fight back. “Something, anything. Some sort of sign.” 

“Look, I’m sorry,” Sebastian sighs as he steps closer. Your shoulders tense instantly and you hold your breath as he kneels next to the tub. You can feel his eyes sweep across the water’s surface. There’s much to see – not that he hasn’t seen it all before. “I couldn’t risk it," he continues. "There was a new cabal of dark wizards – really dangerous ones – and we didn’t have much intel on them. But we knew they’d killed an innocent family in Bulgaria. I couldn’t risk them coming for you.”

“I can hold my own, Sebastian,” you say dryly. 

“I know you can, Hero of Hogwarts,” Sebastian says, hoping his use of the nickname you hate might lighten the mood. “But still, if they came for you, I wouldn’t have been able to get to you and I- I just couldn’t put you at risk. I wanted to reach out – you know it was killing me – but I couldn’t tell you anything.”

Deep down, you know he’s right. You know he’d die to protect you. And you know you’d do the same.

But all of the anger you’ve pent up for six months without him is far too potent to cast away now. 

“And so what did you expect, Sebastian?” you snap. “You thought you were just going to waltz back in here and we’d pretend everything’s fine?”

“Everything is fine, isn’t it?” he asks, his eyes finally filling with concern.

“No!” you cry. “Sebastian, you left for six months without a word. Just a quick note with no details. You could have been dead all this time and I wouldn’t have known. You could have run off with some veela. You could have joined… them.”

“You really think I’d do that?” Sebastian breathes. He’s hurt and he’s stunned that you – the one person who has always stood by him and believed in him – could make such an accusation. You regret the words the moment they leave your lips.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” you sigh. “...No, I don’t. But I didn’t know where you were, what you were doing, who you were with-”

“Unless you think Xander MacMillan is a veela, I can promise you it was nothing like that,” Sebastian interrupts with another attempt at easing the tension. 

“And did Xander leave home without a word to anyone?” you demand. “Did he tell anyone he was vanishing on an assignment for half a year?”

“I… I mean, Xander doesn’t really have anyone,” Sebastian admits. 

“But you do, Sebastian,” you note. “Ominis and I have been worried sick. And Anne – what if Anne finally tried to reach out? What would we tell her?”

“Did she?”

“What?”

“Anne. Did she reach out?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you have people who care about you, Sebastian!” you exclaim. Your frustration has breached its dam as hot tears finally stream down your cheeks. You hate this. You were so determined to appear strong and unbothered by Sebastian’s return. You hated it when he saw you cry.

Sebastian crumbles the instant he spots your tears. It’s a gut punch he’s never quite managed to take. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, his arms finally reaching for you. It’s the gesture that finally breaks you. You sob into your own hands, the ridges of your spine shaking as you hunch forward to cry. “I’m so sorry,” Sebastian repeats. His arms tighten around you and you’re too spent to resist.

Sebastian rests his forehead against your temple to whisper another string of apologies in your ear. He gently pets your hair, an act he knows has always helped calm you down. But now, you feel more like a stray dog that’s been kicked aside.

“I can’t fucking do this,” you sob, sniffling in a manner you can only describe as pathetic. “Sebastian, I can’t keep loving you when I’m always waiting for you.”

“I know,” Sebastian whispers soothingly. “I know. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“You can’t promise that!” you snap, daring to look at him through glassy eyes. You glare at him to emphasize your annoyance with his lies.

“I’ll figure it out,” Sebastian insists. “Really, I will. I’ll stop taking these kinds of assignments. There are plenty more aurors in the department. It doesn’t have to be me.”

“But none of them are as good as you.”

“Then they’ll just have to catch up.”

You allow silence to follow as you mull his promise over and wonder how much validity it carries. Sebastian doesn’t lie to hurt you. And despite five years of dangerous and cryptic work as an auror, he’d always fought to keep you. You were his most important mission.

“Please,” you whisper, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. Your cheeks sting from the tears. “Please, just… just no more disappearances. I just need to know you’re okay.”

“Deal,” Sebastian says before he presses a kiss to your temple. He holds you in silence for a moment, his sunken heart starting to return to his chest, though the guilt was still eroding him. “Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs.

“How?”

He kisses you slowly, one hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut and your remaining remnants of resistance wane. You’re no longer angry. You’re relieved to have him back.

When Sebastian pulls away, he rises to his feet and extends a hand to you. “Come on,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”

You oblige and let him help you step from the tub, where he drapes you in a towel. Before you can exit the bathroom, he hooks an arm around your waist to pull you in close.

“I missed you,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“I can tell.”

He smirks at your response and tugs the towel away. It forms a heap on the wet floor and Sebastian nudges you toward the bathroom counter. When your ass presses against the ledge, he lifts you up to sit, your legs dangling as he leans in to kiss you again.

He falls to his knees in front of you.

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he places a trail of kisses from your kneecaps toward your inner thigh. He meets your gaze as he continues, and you’re left staring back at him as his mouth meets your cunt.

You inhale sharply at his touch, your mounting arousal making your entrance wet with much more than bath water. Sebastian’s tongue drags between your folds to your clit, where he traces patterns until a chorus of moans falls from your lips.

It’s a delicious friction you haven’t felt since the night prior to his departure six months ago. It’s euphoric and nostalgic, but it’s also a sign you don’t have long until you’re falling apart.

“Sebastian,” you whine as the pressure swells. Your legs are now draped over his shoulders and you have one hand tangled in his hair as you fight the urge to buck and grind your hips in a frenzy.

Sebastian sucks on your clit until the obscene sounds are bouncing off the tiled bathroom walls. You whimper and writhe against the countertop until you can feel yourself on the cusp of the release you’ve needed for months. Your breaths become quick, short huffs until you’re humming in anticipation. 

One final nudge of Sebastian’s tongue sends you spiraling, your thighs shaking and back arching as you come. He works you through it, his tongue lapping at your soaked cunt until the pulses coursing through your nerve endings subside. It leaves you gasping for air, your hair plastered to your sweaty, flushed face.

Sebastian returns to a standing position and offers you a grin. His erection is straining in his trousers, but you’re preoccupied as you wonder if you’ll ever walk again. 

He stands between your legs to kiss you, remnants of your arousal heavy on his lips. The sensitivity of your post-orgasm haze has you feeling faint and you’re suddenly desperate to get out of the hot bathroom.

“I need you to fuck me,” you whisper as Sebastian kisses your neck. He’s happy to oblige.

He pulls you closer until your legs are wrapped around his torso to carry you to the bedroom. He places you on the bed and you sit on the edge to help him undress. You can’t unbuckle his belt quick enough, clanking the metal apart before you shove his trousers to the floor. 

Once he’s naked, Sebastian stands over you, his hard cock begging to be used. He leans over to brush his lips gently against yours.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he rasps in your ear. 

You lick your lips as you stare back at him. “Whatever’s going to convince you to stay.”

His hand tangles itself in your hair in an instant, forcing you flat on your back. “I want to see you,” Sebastian says as he stands between your knees. You don’t have time to respond before he’s lining the tip of his cock against your entrance. You chew your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he hisses as he sinks into you. The pressure is maddening. It’s been months since you felt it and now you can’t believe you managed to go so long without it. “Fuck, I missed this.”

Your fists curl around the bed quilt as Sebastian’s hips slam into yours. Your walls stretch around his cock and you will your body to adjust to the intrusion. It’s much more fulfilling than your own fingers. 

“God, Sebastian,” you whine. He presses a thumb to your clit and draws lazy circles, pulling a loud moan from you. 

“Just as good as I remembered,” Sebastian says as he finds a steady pace. His eyes fall shut as he cherishes how it feels to be buried inside you again. He reopens them to admire your body – the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, the way your greedy cunt swallows his cock, the look of desperation plastered across your face. Sebastian would commit it all to memory if he wasn’t so sure he’d never leave you for more than a few days again.

The only vision missing is the way you look when you finally fall apart around his cock. He pulls your legs around him tighter, lifting your hips higher to drive his cock into your front wall. It pushes and pulls your sweet spot until you unleash a sequence of swear words to indicate your nearing release. A few more swipes of Sebastian’s thumb nudges you there.

You shriek as your orgasm rolls through your walls, sending you thrashing beneath Sebastian. He drives his cock inside you again for good measure, thrusting until the surge in slickness causes it to pop out. 

“You’re so fucking good,” Sebastian says as he crawls onto the bed. “I want you on top of me.”

Most times, you might protest in effort to catch your breath and recover. But six months of celibacy followed by those two orgasms has left you far too cock drunk to deprive yourself tonight.

You crawl on top of Sebastian, who studies your frame with affection. He grits his teeth as you guide his cock back to its rightful place and lower yourself around him. Sebastian’s hands snap to your hips and you know he isn’t long for this ride. After all, he’s had to wait six months, too.

You rock forward to ensure he’s filled you entirely, your palms flat on his chest. Even after two orgasms, you still feel impossibly tight around him and his cock twitches, threatening to give in to the pressure soon.

You lift your hips and dip downward again, gliding around his shaft until he’s groaning. You squeeze your walls tight, desperate to induce one more release of your own before Sebastian’s. He whimpers and you can’t help but smirk at the power you hold over the great Sebastian Sallow. It energizes you, leaving you bouncing on his hips until his cock threatens to trigger another orgasm within you.

“Fuck, Sebastian,” you pant, your hair now a wild mess and your skin shimmering with sweat. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the pressure within your core. You’re so, so close, but so is Sebastian. You can sense it in his tightening grip on your hips. But you decide you’re allowed to be greedy, just this once, given the six months of hell he’s put you through.

You shift slightly until you can slam your hips downward, forcing Sebastian’s cock into your plush center until your walls begin to flutter. One final bounce triggers your last orgasm. It folds you in half, leaving you immobile as you slump over Sebastian, who's hanging on for dear life. The last, lingering twitches of your walls coax his cock into its own release and he grunts, fingers digging hard into your flesh as he spills inside you. 

“Fucking hell,” Sebastian groans in your ear. You’re still plastered on top of him, unsure you can move and unwilling to do so anyway. He reaches upward to push your hair from your face and grins at you. “I knew you missed me,” he teases.

Despite your exhausted, fucked out state, you manage to glare downward at him. “Don’t make me regret my decision to forgive you.”

Sebastian chuckles and twists a strand of your hair lazily around his index finger. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says. You finally roll off of him and he hooks an arm around your waist to pull you close. A peaceful silence settles between you until he clears his throat. “So is now a bad time to mention I’m leaving for China soon?”

His words force you upright and you turn to look at him with narrow eyes. He laughs and reaches to pull you back down into his arms.

“I’m only joking,” he says. “Actually, I’m going to the Italian Riviera.”

“Sebastian, I-”

“I was thinking you could come, too.”

“Me?” you snort. “Sebastian, I can’t accompany you on a work assignment. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You’re right,” Sebastian muses, one hand playing with your hair again. “But you could accompany me on a honeymoon.”

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!!!SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST CHAPTER OF JUMALANPELKO!!!

A biiiiiig analysis/yapping on this chapter as well as previous ones, so if you haven't seen anything about the comic, please please PLEASE go and read it in full! It's an absolute gem of a story and characters and it's so worth to be experienced from start to finish!! Here are the links!!

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With that aside, I need to warn that I am not the best at expressing myself so if this ends up a long disjointed tangent I apologize lmao Here it goes, directly out of my notes' app efjwif

I can't stress enough how much I love the eyes' theme Guard has and how it connects to Mesi.

The squiggles over characters' eyes are central to understanding when is it we are looking through Guard's perspective and when it's through another character's or a 3rd person party.

The begining chapter of the story 'It is the Sun eve' has Guard & Mesi's first appearance and conversation, and because it is technically from Mesi's point of view, she doesn't have a squiggle, partial or not. The perspective changes to Guard's pov only after he is called to meet the Suncat, hence why his parents have squiggles over their eyes and Suncat is bathed in that golden glow.

Similar thing happens in 'Young and passionate' where we are again looking through Mesi's pov for the most part, only changing to Guard's perspective when he is looking at Suncat.

It is also so interesting to note how we do get a Mesi perspective of Suncat, but it's different from Guard in how she only sees Her glowing behind the kitten, while for Guard Suncat is glowing. She can't connect to Suncat as anything other than a house for Her.

It's in 'Only her, just her' that we see where these squiggles come from. On page 2 Sugarpaws has a partial squiggle over her eyes, while Ginger ear and Ms Tortie do not.

It shows (at least imo) how Guard already had a fear or mistrust for his mother due to the abuse he was facing in his training, but still didn't have a reason to fear others in the cult. Same goes for his dad in page 5 as he drags him away from Ginger ear.

After getting Ginger ear to fight him though, that's when Guard fully starts fearing everything and everyone, as per the monologue as well "He should only be loyal to her [...] To achieve that, he must fear everything that isn't Her. Learn that everything is a danger. Because it is. [...] Everyone else is untrustworthy, going to snap at any moment. [...]"

His parents traumatised him above and beyond, making him lose any and all trust of anyone in the cult that isn't Suncat. He sees everyone as a threat and that's represented in the squiggles. Every cat in the crowd at page 18 & before has them, including Mesi.

After their fight and helping him change the others' mind though (page 33), Mesi acquires a partial squiggle. Despite still being gripped with apprehension and fear, Mesi managed to get through Guard, because by now, if he didn't become a guard or served Suncat, he would have nothing. And Mesi understood that. They saw eye to eye.

Now let's expand on that comment about the characters'povs from earlier!

We can see another good example of perspective shifts during 'Come back to me' when Sugarpaws first approaches Suncat! While the conversation is just between the two there are no squiggles, but the moment Guard steps in, suddenly Sugarpaws' eyes are nowhere to be seen.

This keeps up for two more pages, until Suncat literally nudges Guard's point of view to the side for her to take it instead.

Sugarpaws has her eyes visible again while Suncat maintains perspective, until page 8, where Sugarpaws takes the lead with her pink-purple & green "My god wife left me on read" palette.

The palettes in the comic are also a great indication of who's perspective we are looking through! 'Denial' is a perfect show of that! Page 6 has all three cats' perspectives represented through chapters' palettes with their own povs ('Guard talks to god 2' for Guard, 'Selfish' for Suncat and 'Come back to me' for Sugar).

It's fun to see in page 8 to 12 how Sugar's pink & green palette mixes with Guard's squiggles to hammer down the fact that this argument includes only the two of them, spiraling into their own fears.

And NOW I get to this chapter. When Guard first sees Mesi, she has the partial squiggle.

This is still him going off of his opinion on her from their previous fight. The moment he sees what's happening and what she is doing-

He lunges. The moment they make contact, the palette changes.

Notice how Suncat's colors stay the same. This fight and moment is between the two of them.

I think this next panel is the last look Guard gives Mesi, still holding onto his gratitude to her for helping him.

It's really ironic though, she helped him be able to do what he is doing right now. Protecting and caring for Suncat.

From the next panel on, there's not a single time we see her from his perspective without a full squiggle. Any trust or positivity he has ever had for her are gone.

We then get a perspective change with Mesi looking at Suncat (no squiggles and Mesi's palette is still red)

Note how Suncat's palette doesn't change or match any of Guard or Mesi's, but Her color matches Mesi's eyes. She is so focused on killing Her that she doesn't really register Suncat as a part of this situation.

That also checks out with her tunnel vision when she leaves Kuutamo in 'Senior Guard'. Her eye color is the same here as it is in 'The face off'.

So the scene continues from Mesi's perspective up until this moment here

where Guard lunges in.

We get one last look from Mesi's perspective until-

Her desperate quest at redemption literally blinded her. She was so set on making it up to Vimma and clearing her consciousnesses, she didn't realise she was inflicting the same exact pain HE went through.

Ooooh yummy parallels...

I also read it as Guard taking anything he has ever had for her back. He is not letting her fool him again and so he would not give her an opportunity to show him her eyes permanently. He is ready to do anything to protect his daughter.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and thank you Sysi for writing and illustrating such an immersive, absolutely gut-punching story, I am indeed screaming, crying, rolling on the floor rn fkjsfaf

Rest under the cut!

And now dear friends, if u CAN'T handle gore you want to skip HERE: THIS IS PART 3! PART 1 HERE! – @jumalanpelko on Tumblr

If you CAN HANDLE GORE you skip HERE (NOTE!!! THIS IS PART TWO!! READ PART 1 HERE!! – @jumalanpelko on Tumblr)

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Howdy Howdy, I'm a vod-head who follows your twitch so I get a sneak peak at what's ahead, I saw a notif for the first HL2 stream a few days ago, but I haven't seen it hit the channel yet and I was just wondering if it would soon. I really liked the HL1 lp and your stream vods in general so I'm very excited for that one!!

it's coming yeah, sorry for the wait! it's taking longer because unfortunately the audio balancing is not up to my standards and thus in order to upload it i have to go into premiere, re-balance the audio tracks manually, and then render the entire thing overnight before i can then spend another night uploading it to youtube. i have just been very busy trying to fill the last week with as much streaming as possible before packing for our move might take some precious time away from me to do so in the near future.

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Murder Capital of the World

Gentle touch of the Sun - Chapter 1

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: A lot of this was written about a year ago, when I was just starting out with writing fanfiction, so you can edfinitely see some clumsy writing in some parts. At least I can. But I decided to mostly leave it as it was, because it's interesting to see how my skills and style has evolved over time. I definitely couldn't have written this series a year ago in a way that felt right, so in the end I'm pretty happy to come back to it with a bit more experience. I'm hoping I can do this idea justice, because I'm definitely a sucker for a good Soulmate AU.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: fluff, lots of platonic emotions, childhood best friend Michael, meeting your soulmates, slight confrontation but also sweet sweet tension (hehe), a few uses of Y/N

Summary: You arrive to Santa Carla to visit your childhood friend you haven't seen in a year. But along with the happy reunion, you find secrets and untold stories, as well as four strangers who seem to share some history with Michael. And there's just something about them.

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Welcome to Santa Carla. Murder Capital of the World.

You breathed out an amused laugh as you glanced at the back of the sign through your rearview mirror. So it really was there, just like Michael had told you. It’s not like you didn’t believe him, more like you didn’t expect it to still be there a year later. Surely, it can’t be too good for business. But judging by the number of tourists you saw as you rolled into town, and from the stories your friend told you over the phone about the beach parties happening in the summer, the ominous sign didn’t seem to have much effect. Most people probably chalked it up to the same thing you did: some local teens trying to cause trouble.

You felt like you knew the town already, even before setting foot in it for the first time. You’ve heard a lot about it over the past year, ever since Michael and his family moved there. You kept in touch regularly, none of you wanting to give up on a lifelong friendship just because he was suddenly many, many miles away instead of the other side of the street. He told you all about the sandy beach where people held bonfires, and about the boardwalk where seemingly the whole town gathered on hot summer nights. You couldn’t deny that it sounded like a fun place.

You turned off on one of the dirt roads leading up into the hills overlooking Santa Carla. Going up the winding backroads while trying to keep in mind the instructions Michael told you about which turns to take, you caught glimpses of the ocean and the beach down below. The waves were rolling gently into the shore, and you could see a few surfers out on the water. You wondered about how nice it must be to live in a place like this.

You finally turned the last bend in the road, spotting the house. It certainly had a… unique charm to it. In a beat down, old hippie kind of way. As you rolled in through the gate, you could already hear Nanook barking inside the house, alerting everyone to your arrival. You barely got out of the car when the front door burst open and the pupper bolted towards you. Dropping down on your knees, you welcomed his energetic greeting, eagerly petting and rubbing his fluffy head and body, earning yourself many slobbery kisses in return.

“Hi there, Nanook! I missed you too so much! How are you doing, you good boy?”

His answer was more excited tail wagging and licks to your hands. You basically saw him grow up from a puppy, having spent many afternoons and holidays at the Emersons’, and it was undeniable that you were one of his favorite humans, aside from Sam of course.

“Admit it, you only came to visit Nanook,” you heard a familiar voice, and as you looked up, you saw your childhood friend standing on the porch stairs with an amused smile.

“Why? Did you think I came for you, Michael?” you teased right back, a wide grin spreading on your lips when he pretended to be offended.

With a last pat to Nanook’s head, you stood up and met Michael halfway as he walked up to you, crushing him into a big hug.

“God, I missed you,” you sighed.

“We’ve been talking every week on the phone,” he chuckled.

“I know, but it’s not the same.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

You fell into comfortable silence, the two of you taking a moment to soak up each other’s presence for a bit. You grew up like siblings, and you would be lying if you said the move hadn’t been hard on both of you. Before they left, you promised to visit as often as you could, but then life got in the way, as it always does, and none of you could make the trip sooner. You were just relieved to finally see each other.

Squeezing you one more time, Michael pulled away to get your bag from the car.

“I saw that Santa Carla is still the ‘Murder Capital of the World’,” you mused.

Something changed in Michael’s expression at that, but it was gone the next second, his movements barely faltering as he shut the car door. You probably would have missed it if you didn’t know him so well.

“Yeah, I guess no one bothered to take it down.” He sounded so casual, you figured it was probably nothing serious.

Nanook followed behind you into the house, where you were immediately greeted by Lucy, who pulled you into a warm hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again, honey! You wouldn’t believe how excited Michael was when you told him you were coming. He wouldn’t stop talking about it,” she sent a smile towards her son. You could barely contain your grin as he started blinking rapidly in embarrassment.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Lucy,” you replied, feeling genuinely happy to be so warmly welcomed. But then again, she always had a way of making you feel at home.

“Yeah, I thought he would never shut up,” came a voice from behind you, and you turned around to see Sam coming down the stairs.

You gave him a quick hug too, and playfully ruffled his hair as you let him go, earning an indignant yelp from him.

“It’s good to see this place didn’t kill off your fashion sense,” you teased.

“Yeah, I mean a man has to take care of his appearance,” he muttered, already in front of a mirror, trying to fix the damage you caused to his perfectly done hairstyle. You just gave him a good-hearted eyeroll.

“Mom, I’m going to town to meet the Frogs,” he shouted, already moving out the door.

“Have fun, honey!” Lucy yelled after him.

You looked at Michael incredulously.

“He’s made some interesting friends,” he commented, and you had a feeling that there was a story there. Before you could ask about it however, another person appeared, and Michael changed the subject.

“This is Grandpa. I don’t think you’ve met before.”

The older man walked out of a side room at that moment, sending a quick glance and a somewhat friendly smile towards you before making his way to the kitchen.

“Good, you’re here. Now he can finally stop yappin’ about you coming every other hour,” he tossed it over his shoulder as he got out a root beer from the fridge. Michael facepalmed so hard, you almost started cackling. You thoroughly enjoyed him getting embarrassed by his family. Grandpa paused in the kitchen door and motioned back with the bottle in his hand.

“The second shelf is mine, so keep your hands off,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“No need to call me sir, I’m not that old,” he complained as he shuffled back to where he came from, shutting the sliding door behind himself.

You met Michael’s eyes with amusement, and he just shook his head.

“He had a long night at the widow Johnson’s,” he explained with a slight grin, and you now looked even more incredulous.

With greetings and introductions concluded, Michael guided you up the stairs and into a guest bedroom, a few doors down from his own. You looked around while he put your bag on the bed. You couldn’t NOT notice the squirrel sitting on your desk. You stared at it in bewilderment and as Michael followed your gaze, he let out a laugh.

“I forgot to tell you. Grandpa’s hobby is taxidermy. He wanted to give you something to feel more at home while you’re here.”

“I’m not sure I can sleep at night with that thing watching me.” You couldn’t keep your eyes off of it, as if expecting it to move the second you weren’t looking. Michael chuckled and went to grab it.

“Here, I’ll put it in the closet for you. Sammy’s was full of them after the first few weeks.” It was your turn to burst out laughing at that mental image, Michael following suit. When you finally quietened down, he left to make you some refreshments after your long drive, and to let you unpack in peace.

You went downstairs after you finished, and he gave you a tour of the house. You spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the property, sipping lemonade on the porch with Lucy who asked about your parents, petting the horses, playing with Nanook and catching up on what happened since your last call.

As the sky turned into shades orange and purple, you got up from sitting on the porch to get ready to go out.

“I can’t wait to see the famous Boardwalk,” you grinned in excitement while walking up the stairs. “You told me so many stories about the nightlife around here, I’ve been wanting to experience it for myself.”

“Yeah, the nightlife is… something else.”

You looked at him quizzically, his strange tone making you think that there might be some hidden meaning behind his words. His face wasn’t giving you any clue, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to elaborate either, so you let it go.

You really had to ask later what was going on with him. He seemed genuinely happy about you being here, but sometimes he got this look in his eyes that you just couldn’t explain. You couldn’t exactly put a finger on it, but you had a feeling there were things he didn’t tell you about. Growing up you shared every secret, every worry with each other. This was new, and it made you a little uneasy. As you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit, you decided to try and put it in the back of your mind, at least for the night.

You met up with Michael in the living room and went out to his bike. The sight of him standing next to it, looking at you expectantly brought back memories of years gone by. Seeing his excited face when he first showed you his new baby, having spent his summer holiday working hard to be able to buy it. Opening your door to him and his bike waiting for you to take you away from your everyday worries, away for some great adventure. It was linked to images of warm summer nights, the feeling of wind in your hair, to long conversations about teenage dreams and crushes and anxieties about the future. Any time either of you felt like you needed to get away for a bit, you went on a ride. Michael talked about how things at home were getting worse between his parents, and in turn you confessed to him about your insecurities and how you felt awful about yourself sometimes. It was on one of these occasions that Michael told you about the divorce and the move to Santa Carla. A lot of memories were bound to this bike, it was the representation of your high school lives.

After Michael and his family left Phoenix, your long rides were one of the things you missed the most. They were therapeutic for both of you in a way that your weekly phone calls just couldn’t compare. That’s why you felt a wave of emotions as you got on the bike behind him, and if the fond look he sent you over his shoulder was anything to go by, you knew he felt it too.

Your sentimental mood was quickly swept away by the rush of adrenaline when you rolled out the gate, your body already anticipating the ride. You loved the speed, there was no denying it, and Michael let you indulge, going faster on some of the dirt roads. You held onto him tightly as the wind whipped against your face, the scenery rushing past you in a blur. You couldn’t help but let out whoops of joy, the sound bringing a smile to his face.

You could already hear the noise of the boardwalk before it fully came into view, and as you arrived, you felt your stomach flutter in excitement. You caught glimpses of it during the day while you were driving through town, but it looked even more spectacular during the night. It was truly alive. The crowds of people were just as colorful as the lights that lit up everything, the air filled with screams from the rides, mixed with the sounds of the games and the music coming from further down the beach where, you presumed, the stage was. Behind the smell of popcorn and the sweet scent of cotton candy you could faintly detect the fresh saltiness of the ocean.

As you stood there for a long moment, taking everything in, a warm feeling started blossoming in your chest. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it felt right. Like this is where you were meant to be. Before you could try and analyze it further, Michael’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

“You know the way to a girl’s heart,” you joked, your pervious thoughts already forgotten.

After getting some hotdogs, you wandered around the boardwalk, looking at all the different shops and stalls, marveling at the small accessories and trinkets and clothes and everything they offered. You screamed your heart out on the rollercoaster, enjoyed a chill ride on the carousel, munched on some popcorn, then challenged Michael to a few games and joked about how bad you both were at them. Eventually, you ended up near the stage, swaying and bopping to the music. You even got Michael to dance a bit, laughing at his less than smooth moves.

It was during you break from dancing, while aimlessly surveying the people around you, that you noticed the girl on the other side of the crowd. She had dark, long, curly hair and even from afar you noticed how pretty she was. And she was watching you. When Michael noticed you staring and followed your line of sight, he froze.

There is was. You knew he was keeping something from you, and it looked like she was part of that something.

“Who’s she?” you asked.

“Nobody,” he replied instantly, averting his eyes from the girl and grabbing your arm, pulling you through the crowd. You just stared at his back in bewilderment. As you stumbled after him, bumping into people left and right, you were starting to grow slightly agitated.

“Michael, stop it.” He didn’t listen and didn’t stop, not until you arrived to an area by the railing separating the beach from the boardwalk, where there were significantly less people. You finally felt like you could breathe. “Michael I swear to god. There’s something you’re keeping from me and I can see it eating at you. Please, talk to me.”

He let go of you at last, and when he turned around to look at you, his body was wound tight with tension, his expression guarded and hesitant. You’ve never seen him like this, not towards you. However, you were determined as you stared back at him, pleading him with your eyes to open up to you. After a long moment, he averted his gaze and let out a dejected sigh. His hand combed through his hair nervously as he leaned back against the railing.

“I knew this would come up eventually, but I was hoping to enjoy the peace a bit longer before that,” he admitted. You furrowed you brow in confusion.

“She’s someone I’ve been dating for a while.”

Your jaw fell open.

“She’s your girlfriend? You had a whole ass girlfriend and you didn’t even tell me?” You smacked his arm playfully, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips. After the initial shock, your tone grew serious. “Why did you feel like you can’t tell me about this?”

He was avoiding your eyes as he continued.

“Because if I told you about her, I also had to talk about how we met. And that’s a complicated story.” He hesitantly glanced at you, and you nodded to show him you were listening. “I first saw her the night we arrived to Santa Carla. At the time she was hanging around this group of guys. I knew they were trouble, but I ignored it because I wanted to be with her. And in order to do that, I had to become one of them. I think I even liked it at first.” I hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he recollected some seemingly fun memories. It quickly morphed into a frown however, and it looked like he wasn’t sure how to continue for a moment. ”A lot of things happened, and it turned out they were even more trouble than I first thought. We managed to get away from them in the end, and she hasn’t gone back since. But it wasn’t easy. Some things happened that can’t be changed. They are still around, and even though we try to stay away from them, we still run into them sometimes.”

He looked into your eyes with such seriousness that you rarely saw from him. “These are not good people. I didn’t talk about them because I didn’t want you to worry. But now that you’re here, I guess it had to come out sooner or later. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You listened patiently while Michael was talking, taking everything in. As he finished, you gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, I understand. I still wish I could have helped you when it was happening, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Honestly, I’m just a bit shocked that you managed to keep all this from me. You could never really hide anything, I always saw through you.” You sent him a mischievous grin, lightening the mood and finally making him break into a smile as well.

“What’s her name?” you asked softly.

“Star.” The stupid lovesick expression on his face as he told you more about her made your heart swell. You were happy for him. Happy that he found someone he cared so much about. Sure, Michael had girlfriends before, but you’ve never seen him like this. She must be someone special.

You were too busy to notice the pair of eyes watching you from afar.

Dwayne felt strange tonight. There was something indescribable in the air, some kind of unseen tension, like before a thunderstorm. Other people didn’t seem to notice, and he was about to shrug it off, wondering if maybe it was just him. That’s when he saw you.

Well, he saw Michael first to be exact. It’s been a while since they ran into him, and Dwayne was content to keep it that way. Ever since the fight between their group and Michael’s allies, he harbored resentment against him. Not just for trying to kill them, but also for taking Laddie. He had been taking care of the little guy for so long, he genuinely felt like a younger brother to him. But after Max died, Michael, Star and Laddie all turned back to human. Star left them, found a job and a new place to stay, taking the boy with her. One time they accidentally ran into each other on the boardwalk, she told Dwayne that she reunited Laddie with his family, and they regularly keep in touch. He knew that the vampire lifestyle didn’t suit such a young kid, however that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel some type of way about Michael’s involvement in how things turned out.

As all of this was going through his head, he noticed that Michael was talking to someone. And when he turned his attention to you, the strangest thing happened. A dull ache started growing in his chest, so much so that he began to rub the skin over it absentmindedly. You were glancing through the crowd while you were talking, and the moment your eyes met his, it felt like fireworks went off in his body, spreading warmth through his veins. His breath caught in his throat for a second. At the same time, something crossed your face, and he was sure you felt something too. But the next moment, you tore your gaze from his, leaving behind only a lingering hint of that warmth.

He was so caught up in his emotions, he almost missed when Marko tapped his shoulder.

“What’s going on, man? You alright?”

The blond could see that something obviously wasn’t right. Dwayne’s otherwise calm and collected demeanor was frazzled, his eyes slightly wide as he looked down at him. He didn’t answer, just glanced back in the direction he was looking before, but neither you nor Michael were there anymore. Now Marko definitely knew something was up, when Dwayne started searching through the crowd, turning his head in every direction.

“Dude, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” he asked, his voice becoming urgent.

The brunette looked into his eyes and uttered the following words,

“I think I just saw my soulmate.”

Marko’s jaw hit the floor.

You took a deep, steadying breath. Still feeling a little rattled, you tried to hide your nerves in front of Michael by rambling about random stuff, but you couldn’t shake the image of him out of your mind. That tall figure, silky dark hair and brown eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. Something happened in those few seconds while your gaze was connected. You weren’t sure what it was, but you knew he felt it too. You were so caught off guard, you had to forcefully avert your eyes from the handsome stranger. Your mind started to reel a bit, so you suggested going to get something to drink.

When you glanced back as you were moving further away, you noticed he wasn’t alone anymore. A shorter blonde guy was with him as well. The tall one was scanning the crowd, probably looking for you.

“Everything okay?” Michael’s voice snapped you back.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you deflected. He gave you a curious look, but didn’t push.

“So when can I meet Star?” you asked, hoping to turn his attention elsewhere.

“Soon. How about tomorrow?” he suggested with a smile.

“Sure, I’d like that. Maybe we could go for lunch or something.” He agreed with a nod. “You know, you could have just introduced us when we saw her.”

He suddenly became flustered.

“Yeah, about that. I actually asked her if she could give us some space today to just hang out a bit. I wanted to have at least one day before bringing up this whole story. But I guess she was worried.”

“Why?” you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Because that group of guys I mentioned usually hangs around the boardwalk at night. She knew I wanted to bring you here, so she probably worried about us running into trouble.”

You hummed in response.

“I still think it was stupid to just run away from her.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he chuckled. “I guess I panicked.”

“Hey,” you grabbed his arm gently. “Don’t let this situation stress you out so much. I might not know much about what happened between you all, but I won’t just let some guys mess with you. You know I can stand my ground.”

He looked at you funny for a moment, then a grin spread across his face.

“I know. You never let me forget how you kicked Mick Thompson’s ass in second grade for making fun of me.”

“Mick Thompson was a dick,” you retorted, and Michael burst out laughing, causing you to do the same.

“Isn’t this nice,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted. “Looks like someone’s having fun.”

From the corner of your eye you saw Michael freeze up next to you. You turned around and saw four guys standing in front of you.

You immediately recognized the handsome stranger from before, who somehow looked even more attractive up close. He was looking at you with an intense gaze, and from this distance, you could even make out all the little details of his intricate necklace. You willed your eyes not to go lower and start staring at his exposed chest. As you forced your eyes back onto his, he cocked his head to the side in wonder. A blond who looked like he stepped right out of the music video of a rock band had his arm propped on his shoulder, striking blue eyes looking you up and down with a small smirk on his lips. The shorter one you saw earlier was there too, curly hair framing his angelic face. His stance however, reminded you of a jungle cat, all lithe with an undertone of danger. The contrast of it made your head spin. He was peering at you curiously, studying your features.

It was the last one who spoke again, all confident smiles and searching eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. He had an air of confidence and authority around him, leaving no doubt that he was their leader.

“Hello, Michael.” A shiver ran down your spine at his voice, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He directed his attention to you, the corner of his lips curling upward on one side. “Who’s your friend?”

His eyes mesmerized you. The cool blue ignited a fire in your body, the warmth spreading through your veins. It was intoxicating. He seemed to take in every little change, the slight coloration of your cheeks, the widening of your pupils, the quickening of your breath.

Michael’s voice brought you out of your trance, blinking rapidly and averting your gaze, trying to get yourself together.

“None of your business, David.

He sounded upset. As you sent him a quick glance, you noticed he was wrung tight, his body language defensive, and he moved ever so slightly in front of you.

“Don’t be impolite, Michael. Why don’t you introduce us?”

He clearly didn’t want to do that. You could feel the tension practically radiating off of him. You had to deescalate the situation somehow before something happened.

“I’m Y/N,” you chimed in. All heads turned to you suddenly, Michael trying to silently communicate to you not to get involved, but you didn’t back down. You looked right into the cool gaze of their leader, his eyes losing some of their hold on you now that it didn’t take you by surprise. That obnoxious smirk was still on his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off his tongue sent excited chills through you, which you pointedly ignored. “We haven’t seen you around here. Not from the area?” His casually inquisitive tone fooled no one.

“I’m visiting Michael from Phoenix.”

“Ah, Phoenix. And how do you know each other?”

“Is this an interrogation?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

David raised his hands in mock defense. “I’m just trying to make friendly conversation. We want to get to know Michael’s friends better. He used to be one of us after all.”

This caused the others to chuckle, and David’s smile grew. However, it sent Michael into rage.

“You leave her alone!”

“Michael, it’s okay,” you grabbed his arm, stopping him from lunging forward at the group. Some of them seemed to practically anticipate a fight, and looking at the odds, it obviously wouldn’t end well for you. “Don’t let him get under your skin. Relax.”

The blond rocker guy chose this exact moment to speak up, his tone filled with mocking. “Yeah, you heard the lady, Mickey. Relax.” The others started laughing, and you had to hold him back again.

“And you,” you turned on them, now clearly annoyed. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’m not gonna just stand around and let you bully Michael. Leave us the fuck alone.”

They started laughing and whistling even more at your outburst.

“All right, kitten,” David spoke again, his voice filled with amusement. “We’ll leave you alone.” He turned to leave, sending one last grin towards you above his shoulder. “Let’s go, boys.”

“See you around, sugar,” the shorter blond waved with a mischievous smile, the taller one giggling and patting him on the shoulder. The brunette looked at you for another long moment, his face unreadable, before he followed the others.

When the crowd finally swallowed them, Michael turned to you.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were full of concern.

“I should be the one asking you that. It was them, wasn’t it? The guys you told me about before?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“What a bunch of douchebags,” you grumbled and Michael let out an uneasy laugh, the tension slowly leaving him.

“Thanks for what you did, you know, standing up for me and all.”

“Of course. It’s what friends are for.”

He got silent for a bit before turning to you with a serious expression.

“They are a lot more dangerous than they seem. I don’t want you to get involved with them. But knowing David, they’re not going to just let this go.” He seemed conflicted.

You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I have no desire to talk to them again.” You shared a smile before you decided to head home for the night, both of you in the opinion that that was enough excitement for one day.

But despite what you told him, you couldn’t deny that something has changed within you. These strange newfound feelings confused you, not really finding any explanation for them. You also had a feeling you would see these four boys again, and your stomach clenched at the thought, whether from nervousness or something else, you couldn’t tell.

David was deep in thought as they made their way back to the bikes. The others, however, were in an excited frenzy.

“I’m not trippin’, you felt it too, right?” Paul was looking at each one of them, practically buzzing with energy.

Marko nodded enthusiastically. “I half thought Dwayne was pulling my leg, but it’s true. She’s our soulmate.”

“Max never said anything about more than one person having the same soulmate,” Dwayne interjected.

“Maybe, but I sure as shit felt it,” Marko countered. “And so did you,” he pointed at Paul, “and you,” he turned to Dwayne. They unanimously looked at David who still hasn’t spoken a word.

“Even if it seems strange, it looks like we all share a soulmate,” he declared. The boys let out excited whoops. “We just have one problem. What do we do with Michael?”

They fell silent at that.

“We have to remove him from the picture,” Marko clenched his fists.

“Not so fast,” David cautioned. “If we take him out permanently, we might lose her.” And even though things irreparably changed between them after what happened to Max, David still wasn’t sure he could kill Michael if it came down to it. But he wouldn’t voice that, of course.

“Then what should we do? We’re not gonna just let it go, right?” Paul was getting agitated.

“No.” David’s voice was full of resolve as he climbed onto his bike. “We’re not letting her go.”

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just one day│pt 3│seokjin loses the bet

fic masterlist

pairing: yoongi x reader

content warnings: angst, jealousy, kissing/making out, inaccurate BTS lore (i agonized over the timelines on this), cursing, y/n is explicitly referred to as female

notes: i'm a little insecure about this chapter, i think it's not that great... so let me just congratulate myself on writing this far into any fic. this is the first fic i've ever written more than a thousand words for, and the first one i've published!

words: 4.4k

April 2014 (10 months after debut)

You were sitting in the corner of the practice room, watching Hoseok chew out Jimin for being a beat too slow. Of course, you'd seen their debut stage and listened to some of their songs, but this was different. Their dedication, passion, the synchronization—it was a new side to them. It was especially surprising in Seokjin, who used to laze around and play video games all day, and Yoongi, whose favourite thing was staying completely motionless. Hoseok, too, had transformed from easygoing to a merciless perfectionist; he demanded only the best from himself and the other boys.

Yoongi, panting, threw himself down next to you. "Nice of you to show up."

"I did more than just show up. I brought you guys lunch," you told him. "Kimchi fried rice."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I put an egg on yours." You smiled at him.

"Yoongi-hyung! It's not break time yet, we haven't practiced 'Blanket Kick'," Hoseok called.

Looking chagrined, Yoongi struggled up and joined the Bangtan boys. Luckily for him, this one was more relaxed, mostly just swaying to the rhythm. About halfway through the song, Yoongi swaggered over to the couch, starting his rap verse. He was cute, as usual, but after a few lines you really started to tune into the lyrics.

I try to set the mood, act all smooth

Thinking, ''This time, for real, just act crazy for once and give her a deep kiss''

As I grab your shoulders, just then, your phone rings

Your dad asks when you're coming back home

Oh my god, the mood was perfect

And now I'm angrily punching my blanket before bed

Your mind started whirling. Huh. That really had happened. Except… had Yoongi been trying to kiss you? Head busy, you didn't notice the guilty embarrassment on Yoongi's own face as he finished his verse. Maybe foolishly, he'd never thought you might listen to the song, or recognize what he'd written about—which you were clearly doing, given the expression on your face.

"Take a break!" Hoseok called. The boys clustered around you, and you brushed your thoughts away, handing out lunch boxes instead.

Hoseok shook his head when you offered him one. "Eating too much makes it more difficult for me to dance."

You studied him, smiling. "You're really dedicated to dance, Hobi."

He shrugged modestly. "It's what I do."

"If you're not going to eat, will you take a walk with me?"

You and Hoseok were sitting in the little studio room, a closet-sized space with a mic, a computer, and a crap ton of equipment crammed into it. Knees pulled up to your chest, you were trying your best to avoid meeting his eyes, but the room was too small for it to actually look accidental.

"What did you have to say?" Hoseok gently prompted.

Everything you'd kept inside for the last two and a half years burst out of you, suddenly, as Hoseok looked at you with such patience and understanding. "I… I think I have a crush on Yoongi. And… I think he likes me too."

Hoseok leaned back. "Right. And this is a bad thing?"

You gaped at him. "You're not… surprised?"

"You and Yoongi-hyung have been tiptoeing around each other for a while." Hoseok smiled. "We can all see it, except maybe your brother. You don't even use honorifics with him anymore."

"It's that obvious?" you asked, panicked. "Does Yoongi…"

"Okay, I meant to say," he raised a hand to forestall you. "We can all see it, except your brother… and Yoongi-hyung."

"Do they really all know?" You were feeling like you wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Mostly. Namjoon and I know the most. Seokjin might have noticed a few things here and there but probably hasn't put two and two together yet—he can be pretty dense about things like that. The kids are likely the same." Hoseok raised his eyebrows at you. "Is this really what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"No, not really," you admitted, nibbling on your lip. "I guess I'm worried about a lot of different stuff."

"Like what?"

You dropped your head into your hands, rumpling your hair. "I'm worried I'm misreading the situation and Yoongi doesn't actually like me; I'm worried if he does like me that dating will ruin his career and the rest of BTS by association; and I'm worried about what my brother will think."

Hoseok frowned thoughtfully. "Well, you don't have to worry about the first one. Yoongi's definitely head over heels for you, not that I've known him as long as Namjoon does."

"How do you know?" You blinked at him.

"Well, it's kind of subtle 'cause Yoongi-hyung doesn't really like to be straightforward about that kind of thing. But if you look at how jealous he gets when you pay any attention to me—he's probably freaking out right now, to be honest—and other stuff… he just comes alive, lights up when he's around you." Hoseok grinned. "I guess you wouldn't be around to see what he's usually like when you're, y'know, not around—but trust me. In his own way, he's really obvious about being crazy for you."

You stared at him. "Wait, Yoongi's… jealous? Of you?"

Hoseok laughed. "Right?" His expression grew serious. "The other stuff, though… about his career, and Jin, I don't know if I have any advice."

"Ah." You sighed.

"If I had to say…" Hoseok tilted his head. "I don't think Jin-hyung would have a problem with it. Not if you told him upfront. I think the company would have a problem with it, but only if you get caught, right?"

"I mean, even if we don't date, he kind of deserves to know." You bit your lip. "Only, how do I tell him?"

Hoseok shrugged. "Now, I really don't have any advice for that."

As you and Hoseok were coming out of the studio room, you tripped over the sill of the doorframe, Hoseok catching you.

"So that's where you guys went." Yoongi had just rounded the corner, only to see you in Hoseok's arms. You looked a little flushed, lips bitten pink and hair ruffled.

"Yoongi-hyung—" Hoseok started.

"We should get back to practice," was all Yoongi said. He started walking away, so fast that you had to run after him, trying to catch up to him.

"Wait, Yoongi—"

His expression was anguished, eyes full of a pain that you'd never seen. "Please, Y/N. Stop chasing after me, if you're interested in Hoseok. Don't lead me on."

You stopped, tears welling up in your eyes. Seeing the suffering plain on his face, you realized he really might care about you as much as you cared for him. "Yoongi, I'm not leading you on, and I'm not interested in Hoseok. I'm in love with you."

He froze, expression unreadable. You stood there, facing each other, in silence. Fear ran down your spine, and you turned and ran away, afraid of what he'd say, what polite rejection he could possibly have for you.

It was raining outside, but you barely hesitated before plunging into the downpour. Cold rainwater soaked your hair and clothes. Tilting your face back to let it wash your tears away, you stood in the rain for a moment.

It had taken you two and a half years to admit that you were in love with Yoongi. You'd liked him from the very start, but now, it was almost impossible to imagine a life without him in it. Dramatic as it sounded, he was your deepest confidante, your closest friend; you'd only ever kept one secret from him. 

Now, that precious friendship might end because of it. No matter what Hoseok said, no matter the expression you'd read in Yoongi's face, you couldn't be sure he felt the same for you. Your impulsive mouth might have just jeopardized everything.

Eyes still closed, you tried to force your feet to move, but you were painfully conscious that leaving this moment—as awful as it was—might end your friendship with Yoongi entirely.

After some time had passed—you had no idea how much, it could have been ten minutes or an hour—the rain stopped falling on you, and you heard an odd pattering noise instead.

You opened your eyes to see the rain drumming on the thin fabric of an umbrella. Turning, you saw Yoongi standing behind you, holding it over your head. Your heart wrenched, and you felt a mortified awareness of your drenched hair and clothes and red and swollen eyes.

His expression was pained, his fingers twitching at his side like he wanted to reach out to you but wasn't sure if he dared. "Y/N. I'm so sorry… I didn't know… I didn't mean to…" He took a deep breath. "Is it true?"

You tried to wipe your tears away, rearranging yourself a little to be more presentable. "Yeah… it is. I'm really, truly in love with you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just… drop that on you.  We can just stay friends," you choked out.

"I don't want to." Yoongi met your eyes.

"What?" Panic shot through your chest. "You don't want to be friends?"

Frustrated, Yoongi bit his lip. "No, that's not what I meant. I don't want to stay your friend, because I… I can't… fuck." He grimaced. "You'd think I'd be better with words than this." Suddenly, he leaned forward, carefully cradling your face in his free hand, and kissed you softly—nothing more than a peck on the lips, something sweet and chaste; exactly what you'd been waiting for that night after the Melon Music awards show, so many months ago. Surprised, your eyes widened for a second, but you let them close, leaning in and steadying yourself with a hand on the back of his neck. He pulled away after what seemed like only a few moments, his face flushed and nervous.

"What I meant to say is… I'm in love with you too. I'm in love with you, and it's always been you, ever since I met you. I don't want to stay friends. I want to be more to you."

You frowned at him, trying to hide the butterflies whirling in your stomach. "Yoongi, that… doesn't get you out of acting like a jealous asshole."

He blushed. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." His sheepish, apologetic  expression was so sweet that you felt any residual anger melt away.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanna make it up to me?"

"Yes." Yoongi looked down at you anxiously. "How can I?"

"I think I know a way," you told him, and pulled him in to kiss him again.

Bonus…

"Ugh, you got me all soaked." Yoongi wrung out the bottom of his shirt, damp where you'd been pressed against him.

"Serves you right," you retorted, wringing out your own hair.

Seokjin handed you a towel like the one Yoongi was using. "Serves you both right. I wouldn't be surprised if you catch a cold, Y/N."

You sneezed. "Probably not."

"Why'd you two even go out into the rain?" Seokjin asked. "What a dumb thing to do."

You and Yoongi exchanged glances. "No reason, I guess," you responded.

June 2014 (1 year after debut)

You crawled out from underneath the desk, sweaty and tired. "I think that's the last cable."

"Nope, here's another one." Seokjin handed it to you, as Yoongi watched anxiously.

Grumbling, you descended back under. "There's absolutely no reason for you to have such an elaborate PC setup."

"There's no reason for you to have twelve pairs of shoes, either," he retorted.

Yoongi was already helping you back up as you emerged again. Glaring at your brother, you dusted off your pants. "Some people around here know how to be gentlemen. Clearly not you," you countered.

"Well, I know what else you could help me with," he declared, holding up poster tubes.

You'd come here to help your boyfriend move into the new, bigger apartment, only to realize he was still roommates with your brother. Now, you were somehow here, helping Seokjin move all of his stupid stuff in. "No way. I was going to help Yoongi with his equipment first," you argued. "Hang your nerd posters yourself."

Seokjin sulked, semi-jokingly. "You keep choosing Yoongi over me." He frowned suspiciously. "Yoongi…"

Oh, right—Seokjin, your older brother, and your boyfriend's roommate, still didn't know you were dating his roommate. You'd been meaning to tell him, really, but it'd never been the perfect time.You held your breath as he glanced between you and Yoongi.

"... do you have some blackmail on my sister?" Both you and Yoongi let out silent sighs of relief, but Seokjin continued. "Whatever it is, I guarantee I have more. Like this one picture from junior high where she—"

"Okay," you cut him off. "That's enough."

Yoongi, sitting on his new bed, watched with amusement as you helped Seokjin hang his posters. It took a few minutes of bickering, and a mini thumbtack war before you were through.

"I'm going to the convenience store to go grab a snack," Seokjin decided. "Anyone want anything?"

You traded a look with your boyfriend. "No."

"Alright. I think I'll pick up kimbap for dinner too…" As he left, Seokjin called out to the other Bangtan boys, taking requests.

You closed the door behind him, softly, before going over to sit next to your boyfriend. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you. "Pretty risky, huh?" he murmured. "We could be caught together right now, you know."

He looked so perfectly adorable with his newly-dyed brown hair falling over his eyes that you had to smile at him, brushing some strands out of his field of vision. "What's the problem with being caught together? They know we're friends, we hang out all the time."

"The problem is we're not just friends," he whispered, leaning in so his breath ghosted over your ear, a hand sliding up to your hair. You shivered, and he pulled back a little. "They don't know everything we do." He kissed you then, tipping your face up to his. Sighing into his mouth, you tangled your fingers in his hair, drawing him closer.

With obvious regret, he pulled away, only to plant a feather-light kiss on the pulse point of your neck. You gasped softly, and he gave you a roguish smile. "Careful. Don't know how thin these walls are, right?"

 You blushed, unable to meet his eyes. "Right…"

"Come here," he ordered you languidly, patting his knee. Climbing onto his lap, you tried to memorize every detail of his face—the lazy smirk on his face, the neckline of his old, stretched-out white shirt dipping a little too low. Before you could really get settled he pulled you against him, one hand sliding under your shirt, thumb rubbing circles against the bare skin of your waist. He was gentle but insistent as he kissed you, and you were almost dizzy, sparks flying inside your head. Half your brain was worrying about your lack of experience—this was as much as you'd ever done with Yoongi, with anyone—while the other half told you to just shut up and go with it. You were wondering just how far this would go—how far it could go, in a dorm room with the other Bangtan boys crowding noisily in the apartment outside—but unfortunately, you would never know.

The door swung open, your brother in the middle of talking to someone else. "Yeah, can you believe—oh."

Your blood turned to ice, and you turned guiltily. This was maybe the last way you'd wanted Seokjin to find out.

Seokjin raised his eyebrows, and looked back at Hoseok. "Damn. I guess I owe you 10,000 won."

Confused, you struggled off of Yoongi's lap. "What?"

Hoseok laughed. "Seokjin thought you'd at least lock the door before making out."

"I thought you'd have some sense, Yoongi," Seokjin grumbled, handing the money over. 

"You're not upset?" you asked, confused.

Seokjin looked around dramatically, taking a survey of the room. "Well, you both have your clothes on, and you waited until I was out of the room. I'd say that's pretty good."

You shook your head. "But… you're not upset that Yoongi and I are together?"

He sighed. "I guess I'm a little upset you didn't tell me. But honestly, you could do a lot worse than Yoongi. I know he's a good guy. And you have the right to be with whoever you like." Seokjin smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Speaking of, why don't you go have some kimbap with Hobi? I want to have a little chat with Yoongi."

Yoongi shot you a desperate look. Torn between your brother's murderous gaze and Yoongi's silent pleading, you chose to stay on Seokjin's good side. Hoseok escorted you out, and you sat in the kitchen together, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. 

"What do you think they're talking about?" You asked anxiously. 

Hoseok shrugged, popping a piece of kimbap into his mouth.

You bit the inside of your cheek, worried.

Namjoon walked into the kitchen. "Is that kimbap?"

Hoseok handed him a piece. "Aren't you supposed to be assembling that desk you bought?"

He held up part of a splintered wooden slat in response. "I was…"

Hoseok whistled. "Jesus. Want me to look at that, Namjoon?"

Namjoon scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'd appreciate it."

"You guys have been using protection, right?" Seokjin said with no preamble, as soon as the door closed. 

"What?" Yoongi blushed. "No—I mean, no, we haven't done anything."

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "I don't love the idea of you dating Y/N, but I'm not going to murder you. You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not lying," Yoongi spluttered.

Seokjin stared at him skeptically for a second. "Okay, whatever. Just remember: wrap your willy before you get silly."

"What?" he choked out, covering his face. 

"You're dating my sister, Yoongi," Seokjin pointed out. "I need to know you're going to keep her safe… and you guys seemed a little too, uh, hot and heavy when I came in earlier."

"God, hyung, you're the worst," Yoongi grumbled.

Seokjin grinned. "Glad to hear it. Oh, and another thing."

"Yeah?"

Seokjin's face was suddenly serious. "Listen, I can't pretend you're making an uncomplicated good choice right  now. With any other person in the world, I wouldn't care. You're a good guy, you like her, she likes you, no problem. But you're an idol, and that makes things complicated." He waited until Yoongi met his eyes. "I know there are going to be times you're going to have to put your career before her, and that pursuing a relationship will be difficult. With that said…" Seokjin sighed. "I don't know, don't hurt her too badly, and good luck."

Yoongi nodded, his lips pressed together in a straight line.

"Now, get out there and look terrified." Seokjin winked. "I have a reputation to maintain."

July 2014 (1 year 1 month after debut)

You tried to stifle a laugh as Yoongi made faces at you, but you couldn't hold it in. "I can't use this clip either," you lamented, still holding the camera to your eye. "Try it again."

"Welcome to the 'Boy in Luv' MV set," Yoongi drawled. "A special thanks to my girlfriend, Y/N, who's filming this right now—"

You looked around anxiously, to check if any of the staff members had heard. "Yoongi! I'm not technically allowed to be your girlfriend, and especially not on film."

"I know. But you are my girlfriend," he retorted stubbornly. "I hate that you can't be in anything."

"I'm helping film," you reassured him. Poking him gently, you teased, "Cooperate, Suga-ssi. I'm working right now."

"You know that's not what I mean." Yoongi sighed. "I wish we didn't have to sneak around."

Glancing around quickly, you smoothed his hair carefully. "I know. That would be nice, but I don't want you to choose between me and your dreams."

He pouted. You'd been having this argument more and more with him, with Yoongi insisting he didn't care, that he wasn't ashamed of being your boyfriend, while you argued that it would put his career in danger. It was an uneasy compromise, having you be part of things like filming the MV behind, or letting Yoongi use your voice as samples on songs.

"Let me get some screen time." Seokjin popped up into frame, on your camera, hopping up and down. "Let's go! We're here on the 'Boy in Luv' set—"

"Too long." You lowered the camera teasingly. "Just show them your face, that's enough."

Your brother preened. "This face is exceptionally handsome."

"Ew! That's so not what I meant."

It was a long day of shooting, inside a fake classroom today, and you took your job seriously, dutifully catching B-roll and anything the boys wanted to say. They goofed around on set, making each other laugh, but it was exhausting—you ran around handing out hot tea and snacks almost 24/7, and by the end of it you were tired too. No matter how many times you'd seen it before; watching Yoongi, your heart fluttered like it was going to take off and fly away. In normal life, he usually moved slowly and lazily, but when it came to music—to performing—he was so confident and self-assured that he was utterly magnetic.

You enjoyed seeing the boys film. They worked hard, laughed hard, and were completely dedicated to making the best music video they could.

It made you think, again, that you had to make sure Yoongi never had to choose between you and his dreams. He loved music too much to give it up. Hoseok had said you made him come alive, but you weren't so sure. Watching him rap, dance, or mess around with mixes and beats in the studio, it looked like music—and performance—was what really made him come alive.

To yourself, you promised that you would do anything to make sure Yoongi succeeded. Even if—when it came down to it—it meant you couldn't be in his life anymore.

It was fun watching the music video being made, but when the female actor came out, you felt a little uneasy. She had sort of sharp, foxlike features, and blonde highlights. This was when you learned Yoongi was supposed to flirt with her.

It hurt to watch him look at her—even if it was only acting—with such interest. Only a few minutes after they'd started shooting, you handed off your camera and went somewhere to go get a drink of water.

Yoongi followed after you, grabbing your shoulder. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay?"

"I will be, eventually." Puffing out a breath, you glanced at him. "Did you leave your shoot to come check on me?"

"Maybe," he admitted. "Does it bother you, seeing me and the actress?"

"Yeah. How could it not?" You scuffed your shoe along the floor. "She's pretty and professionally done up, and you're flirting with her, and she'll be in the music video while I have to stay behind the camera." Looking up at him, you continued, "but that's just something I have to get used to. I—"

Suddenly, Yoongi threw his arms around you, pulling you close and burying his face in your shoulder. "Please don't forget you're the one I love."

You patted his head, surprised. "Yoongi, you can't do this. What if someone sees—"

"Who fucking cares if they see?" he grumbled, clinging stubbornly to you. "I'm not ashamed of you."

"It's not about shame. You know that," you argued. "I don't want to get in between you and your dreams."

He pulled away slightly, meeting your gaze. "Y/N, you are my dream."

You rolled your eyes. "Smooth, but I've seen how much you love music. Be serious. I don't want you to have to give that up."

He cupped your face in his hands. "Just don't forget, okay? I'll never be interested in anyone else."

You smiled slightly, pushing him away. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic," he insisted. "I mean it."

"You don't know what you're saying," you told him. "We haven't even been together for a year. You don't know what other girls you'll meet in your life."

"I know what I'm saying." Yoongi looked you in the eyes, his expression steady and determined. "You know how many songs I write about you? I might not know for sure what's going to happen in the future, or how we'll get through everything. But I know there's no one else like you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face against his chest. "Yoongi…"

"I won't go back and finish the scene if you don't want me to," he told you, stroking your hair.

"You should go do it," you responded, but made no move to let go. "I want you to do what they want you to."

"Why?" Yoongi frowned at you.

You shrugged, forcing yourself to let go a little. "They know what's best for your career, right? What do you know about scripting a music video? Or marketing a boy group?"

"I guess…"

"Make it really big and pay off my student loans," you joked. "Maybe one day we can go public, and I can brag about you to all my friends. My rich celebrity boyfriend."

Yoongi grinned. "I'm already your celebrity boyfriend. Just not rich." He took your hand, serious again. "If you really want me to, I'll go back and finish filming. I'll stop whenever you want, okay? Just say the word."

"I know you will," you reassure him, walking him back to the set room.

"I love you."

"I know," you said softly, trying to give yourself just one more moment before he walked away into a world you weren't part of. "I love you too."

Bonus…

"Where did you say you were?"

"Bathroom," he mumbled. "Something I ate disagrees with me."

"Right." Manager Park looked around. "Have you seen the camera under-assistant anywhere? You said she was Jin-ssi's sister, yes?"

"Yes…"

"Do you know her well?"

"No, why?" Yoongi replied, trying to hold a blank face.

The manager frowned. "Suga-ssi, I just wanted to remind you that dating will have serious consequences for your career right now."

Yoongi's expression shut down, even as nervous panic—does he know?—raced through his body. "I'm aware. Please ask the production team if they're ready. I want to finish my scenes as soon as possible."

a/n: now i know the last part went up 2 weeks ago but... in my defense i've been very very exhausted all the time. let's hope part 4 doesn't take as long; i think it'll be the last one. there's some angst coming up!

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[princessxmin]

𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟏𝐩𝐦 - (bakugou katsuki x fem!reader)

[♕]: including: teenage love, mutual pining, kirimina, mina being real asl, cute confessions, kinda got lazy towards the end but still cutesy <3 word count: 1.9k

"I like you."

It was 10:31pm when your heart stopped, it was 10:32pm when it finally started beating again, because your bestfriend of 2 years, katsuki bakugou just texted he liked you. Quickly sitting up in your bed, eyes wide and heart thumping, you stared down at your phone like it might disappear if you blinked too long.

The glow of the screen lit up your face in the dark room, his message sitting there—simple, blunt, so him—but somehow enough to send your entire chest fluttering.

What the hell do I say?!

A wave of nerves washed over you as you stared at the text. You didn't wanna leave him on seen, considering you just opened the fucking text as soon as you saw it. So instead you settled on calling mina. Who, wasn't much help in your case besides stating what you kinda already knew, "Girl what are you yapping to me for? Haven't you been plotting on bakugou since you met him? Go talk to HIM!"

Pacing around your room in the dark, your fingers twitched with every random thought that shot through your head. Internally fighting the urge to scream at mina for being nervous and simply the urge to just scream out of pure anxiety. "What the fu- MINA! What do you mean talk to him? What am I supposed to say?!" You whisper shouted, arms flailing around like she could see you.

"Do you like this man y/n?"

Your steps slowed as your eyes locked on a teddy bear sitting idly on your bed, one that katsuki bought you for your birthday. You remembered how many quarters he spent trying to that 'stupid' thing for you, how he wouldn't stop even after you said its okay..

More importantly how soft his expression became when he handed it to you with that look on his face. Like it was soley worth it as long as you were happy.

The memory alone making your shoulders fall, somehow always lingering with the scent of his cologne. Eyes softening, your gaze flickered down briefly before you breathed.

"Yeah, a lot."

"Then CALL YOUR MAN, quit eatin up my minutes. Byeeee love youuu."

-

Ejirou laughed as mina rolled her eyes with a soft smile, dropping her phone somewhere on her bed as she cuddled further into the redhead's chest. "I love her like a sister but she has to stop being such a damn worry-wort." The pink haired girl said with a sigh, eyes fluttering close as an arm wrapped around her waist. "True, bakugou's the same too. It's kinda crazy, honestly they're kinda perfect for each other in that way."

"M'not no damn worry-wort, asshole." Katsuki's voice muttered, making the room fill up with laughter. Mina practically wheezing as she cackled, "Oh my god, dude don't tell me you lost all your bark after hearing y/n say that." Sucking his teeth the blonde retorted, "..I ain't lose shit, shut up pinkie."

Ejirou simply laughed in the background as the blonde ran a hand through his hair, dragging in a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. A corner of his mouth twitched, unsteady, almost a smile.

She actually said it..—

The phone buzzed in his hand, jolting him from his thoughts. Shit. Your name lit up his screen. His eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before narrowing, a sharp inhale through his nose.

“…fuck, she’s calling me.” His voice was low, almost to himself. A flush crept up his ears as his grip on his phone tightened. “Later,” he grunted at the laughter still spilling from Mina’s side of the call on speaker, ending it without another word.

The line went silent.

He stared down at your name still ringing on his screen, heart thudding hard against his ribs. A second ticked by. Then another.

Exhaling slowly, katsuki grounded himself before his thumb slid across the screen. Pressing the phone to his ear he spoke, "Hey.." Every muscle in his body tense, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, leaning against his wall like it might hold him together.

On your end, you froze at the sound of his voice—rough, low, but gentler than you’d ever heard it before. “H‑hey…” you stammered back, the word shaky and thin as you sank back onto your bed. Your knee bounced uncontrollably, the teddy bear he gave you now clutched tight in your lap.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, then stopped, heart hammering so loud you could hear it in your ears. “I… uhm…” You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I like you. Like—I really like you. And I don’t even know if I’m saying this right, but I’ve been freaking out for months and—and god, this is so stupid—”

There was a pause on his end. Your stomach flipped, your breath caught.

“…I know.”

Your eyes flew open. “W‑what?”

“From Mina’s phone. Pinkie called you on speaker while Kiri was on with me." He took a breath, voice soft yet still slightly gruff "..heard you say it." Heat rushed to your cheeks, your mouth falling open in mortification. “Oh my god—I’m going to kill her—” you groaned, shoving your face into your hands as if you could hide from him through the phone.

That’s when you heard it—his laugh. Quiet at first, then deeper, warm, and genuine, rolling through the speaker and straight into your chest. It made something soft bloom in your stomach, a flutter so strong you almost forgot to breathe. "

After a beat, the line went quiet before katsuki spoke. "Just so you know," His voice steadied, the teasing edge softening into something honest. “I wasn't just—sayin’ that shit just ‘cause you’re pretty, even though you fuckin are.”

Your breath hitched, eyes flicking down at your lap, fingers curling into the teddy’s soft fur.

“M'saying it because I mean it.” The blonde continued, his tone low but firm, each word deliberate. “I like you. The way you don’t take my crap, the way you look at me, like.. I’m worth a damn. Like you care. I just— I wouldn’t’ve even texted you if I didn’t feel this way.”

The line went quiet. Your chest ached with all the things you wanted to say, but nothing came out.

“…If you don’t feel the same,” he started again, blunt but quieter this time, as if bracing for impact, “don’t gotta lie to me. It's fine—”

“I do.”

The words tumbled out before you could stop them, shaky but certain. “Katsuki, I do. I always have. I just…” Your throat tightened, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “…I was scared. I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

There was a sharp inhale on his end, like he hadn’t been ready to hear that.

You sniffled softly, a small laugh breaking through the tension. “Can you… come over? We can talk, I just—” you hugged the bear closer, voice dropping to a whisper, “I really wanna see you.”

Another rustle, keys jingling again as he moved. When he spoke, it was steady, sure, and warm. “Yeah,” he said, and you could hear the faint smile in his voice. “On my way, see you."

As you heard the sound of the call dropping, you let out a shaky breath you didn't even know you were holding. You could practically feel your the butterflies zooming around in your stomach as you set your phone on your nightstand.

"Oh my god, oh my god." Eyes flickered around your room quickly, spot checking to ensure no bra's or mess lingered. After picking up a few things and storing them away, you heard three soft knocks at your door.

You froze mid‑step, your heart vaulting straight into your throat. One more breath—then another—before you padded over, hand trembling just a little as you twisted the knob.

The door creaked open, and there he was.

Katsuki stood there in the soft glow of the hallway light, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket, messy blond hair falling over his eyes. Ruby eyes locked on you instantly, the look in them made your chest ache. So soft, so warm. You could've fainted right then.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, barely there but enough to make your head foggy.

It really was a miracle you didn't pass out.

“…Hey,” he murmured, voice low, like the word was just for you.

Your lips parted, a tiny breath escaping as the two of you lingered there, caught in each other’s gaze, the quiet stretching long enough to make your pulse pound in your ears. Finally, you stepped back, letting him in. His shoulders brushed the frame as he slipped past, and you swore you felt the faintest spark in the air.

As you closed the door behind him, you could feel his eyes still on you, heavy but not uncomfortable—just… there, grounding you in the moment. You turned, clutching your hands together to keep from fidgeting. Eyes hesitantly flickering up to his.

“You good?” he asked softly, testing his voice.

You gave a hum in response. A tongue darting out to wet your lips before you let out a nervous giggle, a shy smile creeping onto your face before you could stop it. “Would it be weird if we like.. hugged?”

Katsuki didn’t even blink, merely giving you a look of faux annoyance, before his hand reached out to catch you by the waist and tug you closer gently. Voice gruff but threaded with warmth as he said, “Why would it be?”

You didn't even bother with an answer as your arms wrapped around his torso, the second you did the world around you two seemed to shrink. The only thing to feel was him: the soft texture of his hoodie beneath your cheek, faint smell of smoky‑spice caramel that was so distinctly him. His grip firm and protective on your waist, his broad chest solid under your hands.

Feeling him exhale—the tension in his frame unspool like he’d been holding it for weeks. It was beyond perfect.

Your shoulders slumped as you pressed closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your own quick, uneven one. Katsuki's hands splaying wider, fingers pressing into your back as though grounding himself in the fact that you were there—warm, real.

The room was quiet. Soft. A kind of closeness that made your throat tighten and your eyes sting because it felt like something you’d been reaching for without even realizing. He fit against you so..naturally like you had been waiting for his warmth all this time.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, just breathing each other in, until his voice broke through the silence—low, rough. “I wanna be yours,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look down at you, his gaze intense and unshakable. “And I want you to be mine.”

Your breath caught, lips parting on instinct, “Okay.”