#i seriously want to fucking cry right now holy shit

[thedepressedjuggalette]

Ever heard the question "You're a Burglar but you can ONLY steal things that slightly inconveniences your victims--what are you stealing?"

My answer:

I'll be stealing the strings to your hoods, you will have loose hoods -- it's gonna feel like a moist handshake on your body. I'm gonna steal all your left footed socks you will HAVE to wear mismatching socks.

I'll also be taking all your coffee filters and the springs to the back of your remotes where you put the batteries.

I'll steal all your shoe laces' aglets, the moment you take them out of your shoes to wash them, good luck putting them back on your shoes!

I'll be taking the soles of those shoes too, at that point you'll be questioning if you're cursed and will be calling up your local exorcist.

I'm also taking the wiring to all your bras, at that point you're gonna put me at the top of America's Most Wanted right next to the guy who eats people, the hash slinging slasher, and the Klan member who shot up schools.

Oh, and I'll also be taking that notebook/sticky note that has all your passwords on it ,a piece from all your puzzles, the box covers to your DVD collections, and the tops to all your makers--Sharpies included.

I'm also taking all the good flavors of your Gatorade and the seals to your new bottles of juice just to make you question if someone took a drink from it before you bought it.

I'll also be taking the tabs to your soda cans so you can't open them.

I'm gonna take all the outlet boxes to your chargers good luck charging your cellphone.

I'm also stealing the earbud tips, at this point you're gonna go to your neighbors house to call a lawyer because you're gonna need to get batman just to hunt my ass down.

I never said I'm a nice person. In fact if you were to have asked before reading all this shit I'd have straight up told you that I'm one of the few people who knows for a fact that if God exists I'm definitely one of the people who is going to hell, I'm 100% sure I'm kicking Satan out of his fucking seat and taking over before calling for a biblical war so I can fight God too.

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[slut4hee]

Red Lights

{Paring: Rockstar Sim Jaeyun x Groupie Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, electric guitarist jake, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: Nightclubs, rock bands, and crowds of people has never been your thing, but it’s something about the Australian electric guitarist that keeps you running back for more. Finally after stepping out of your shell, you find yourself doing anything in your will to be noticed by Jake Sim, aka the lead guitarist of the band Red Lights.

{Warnings: explicit themes, hard dom jake, sub reader, reader has a thing for Jake’s aussie accent, jake has tattoos, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, ass spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), anal play , squirting, ass eating, nipple play, usage of handcuffs, fucking in a motel, lmk if I missed anything.

“Oh come on Y/n, please come. Just tonight please make an exception for your two best friends”. Nina and Bri, shouted at you through the phone, and begged you to go out with them tonight. You honestly didn’t feel like going out at all, you had just finished your finals, and all you wanted to do is eat a bunch of junk food and binge watch criminal minds.

“Guys I don’t know, I don’t think I’m really up for going out tonight, besides finals week has killed me I just rather stay inside tonight” Your best friends groaned over the phone, whining that you always come up with the same excuse every weekend, just for a reason to not leave the house. You would admit, you did feel a little guilty for always turning down your girls, but you vs big crowds of people just made the hairs on your neck stand up.

“But Y/n, this is one night you absolutely cannot miss, the 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 are in town for two days and this is our only chance to see them live!!” Nina squealed in excitement over the phone, you let a confused hum at the mention of the band Red Lights, you had no idea who they were.

“Who are the Red Lights?” You inquired.

“No! Y/n please tell you’re fucking joking right now” Nina gasped dramatically, at your oblivious of not knowing who the Red Lights are. You hear Bri burst into laughter over the phone, yelling at Nina saying “I told you she wouldn’t know who they were haha, drinks on you tonight sucka” Nina let out a fake cry before cursing under her breath

“Guys seriously who are the Red Lights?” You couldn’t help but be a little curious about who these people were, and how are they so popular, since they have your best friends begging on their knees for you to come to their show tonight.

“The Red Lights, are like THE rock band of all time. They sell out so many shows every year and they’re like hot asf you should definitely reconsider your decision Y/n” Bri said, the sound of her lips smacking coming through the line, indicating that she’s applying lip gloss to her lips.

“Here I’ll send you the poster, and the link to the show where you buy your tickets. If you’re still not up for it, then it’s all good, Me and Bri will just go and have the best times of our lives. Nina said, trying her hardest to persuade you, but not make it seem she was trying to persuade you at the same time.

Your phone dinged with the message from Nina, you clicked on it, opening the message. You gasped inaudible, as you took a good look at the poster, and holy shit your friends weren’t lying they are hot. The group consisted of 4 handsome men, Lee Heeseung the lead singer, Park Jongseong bass guitarist, Park Sunghoon drummer, and last but not least Sim Jaeyun electric lead guitarist.

You would admit, all of them were fine as hell, but there was one of the members that stood out to you the most. Sim Jaeyun, the lead guitarist, it was just something about his piercing gaze, and his striking facial features that intrigued you wildly. You could feel his intense aura radiating from the picture, and that’s how you found yourself agreeing to go out with your friends tonight all bc of Sim Jaeyun.

“Actually, you guys are right, i never get out of the house except for school and work so I think it’s time I do have some fun” you cringed at your own words, you couldn’t believe you were agreeing to going to a rock concert, at an underground club somewhere totally out of your comfort zone. You giggled at your friends cheering, and squealing in excitement, that you finally decided to go party with them.

“That’s my girl!! Don’t worry we going to have so much fun, plus you’re gonna love the Red Lights, their concerts are always a night to remember” Bri quoted, you honestly were a little excited, it was definitely something new and risky, and honestly you’ve been wanting to get out there a little bit more anyways but the fear of being judged raided your head like crazy.

“Great! Then it’s settled ladies, Y/n we’ll be there in 15, so don’t take forever and please for fuck sakes wear something that fits the occasion, not any of those Church girl dresses you wear all the time” Nina snorted, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth at the girl, it’s not your fault you weren’t too keen on showing off any skin and your curves.

You hung up the phone, and started to get ready. You searched through your closet, looking for something not too casual but something you would be comfortable with. You pondered and pondered, on what you should wear, and then it hit you, Bri had bought you a black mini dress for your birthday last year. You swiped through your hangers until you spotted the black piece, it was a little short but not too short, with a slit on the side and the top of it revealed a little bit of your cleavage.

You bit down on your bottom lip nervously, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The dress hugged your curves tight, and your boobs sat up nicely. Before you could get any deeper into your thoughts, you heard a loud beeping of a car horn, indicating that Nina and Bri had arrived. You took one last look in the mirror, and took a deep breath, before grabbing your purse and walking out the door.

The wind of the cool night breeze, hit you instantly as you stepped outside, reminding you of the little amount of clothing you have on. You shivered a little, tugging the dress down, before walking over to Nina’s red Honda Accord. Your best friends gasped at the sight of you, it was such a rare occasion to see you dressed like this, and they were living for it.

“Holy fuck Y/n, you look hot as hell!” Bri and Nina screamed a little too loud for your liking, you gave them a playful glare and shushed them, reminding them you have neighbors and the least you want right now is a noise complaint.

“Sorry sorry, you just look so good girl! I knew you were hiding all that ass under those long granny skirts you wear all the time” Bri said, you rolled your eyes playfully at her before getting in the back seat.

“Buckle up ladies! It’s going to be a hell of a ride” Nina smirked, and giggled mischievously, before speeding off into the night. It was indeed going to be a hell of a ride….

꩜ .ᐟ

Finally you guys made it to the club, and the parking lot was full of cars, and the line was outrageous. You understand now why your friends made it very clear to get a vip ticket, for early entry and line cutting because if not you would’ve been standing out here like the rest of these people. The city was bustling, and the lights from the venue lit up the streets.

You could already feel yourself getting nervous and anxious, but you quickly reminded yourself you’re here to have fun, and not overthink and let your social anxiety get the best of you. All you needed, is a little alcohol in your system and you’ll be good to go, because there’s nothing like some good ole liquor courage. The bouncer scanned in you and your friends tickets, handing you guys your vip lanyards, as you guys made your way in skipping the long line.

As you stepped foot inside the club, you are immediately hit with a wave of heat, bodies packed together, the bass of the music blasting travels throughout the whole club, and the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke invades your nostrils. You made sure to stay very close to your friends, not wanting to take the risk of getting split up, that’s the least of your problems you need right now.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get us some drinks, you two find a good spot by the stage, as close as possible please” Nina shouted over the loud music, as she made her way over to the bar to grab the drinks. Bri pulled you by the arm, as you guys made your way through the crowd of bodies. You honestly don’t know, how you two managed to get pretty close to the stage, but here you guys were literally two rows away from being barricade.

Not long after Nina came back with the drinks, you immediately took your drink out of her hand, and downed most of it. If you were going to survive tonight, you needed to not be all the way there and just let loose.

Suddenly the whole club went dark, and the crowd erupted into screams. You could feel your heart racing, and your palms growing sweaty, as the lights flickered back but this time they were a dark red color.

The stage started to light up as well, and you could see the members coming up from under the stage. Bri screams in excitement, pulling on your arm hysterically. You giggled at her reaction, and you even let out a little scream yourself.

Finally, the sound of an electric guitar echoed throughout the crowd, and you felt the adrenaline rush coursing through your body. The spotlight came on, and there they were, you stared at them in awe and you wondered if this was all some fever dream.

They looked so unreal, visuals out of this world, and the intense energy they let off was like no other. Your eyes landed on Jaeyun, and boy oh boy did your heart skip a beat, he was far more handsome in person and just how you imagined him to be. On top of that, his confident and dark aura was so intimidating and all too addicting.

“What’s up everyone, We are Red Lights!” The lead singer Heeseung spoke, you couldn’t help but check him out, his facial features and orange hair standing out. But that was quickly interrupted, when the man you’ve been anticipating seeing all night, spoke as well.

“Are you guys ready to go fucking crazy!” He growled, you felt a shiver run down your spine, and a throbbing ache starting to form in your core. A fucking Australian accent?! You thought to yourself, as you craved for him to speak more, you were a sucker for accents and Jake’s happen to be your new favorite.

As the show went on, you found yourself really enjoying their music, but you were enjoying Jaeyun way more. It was the way he played his electric guitar so passionately, and his stage performance was amazing, it was like he was born for this. There were times, you and him would lock eyes in the crowd, and it never failed to get your heart beating fast and your panties getting wetter by the minute.

Sadly the show had came to an end, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You see why Bri said their concerts are a night to remember, and you would definitely remember this night. You genuinely had a great time, the Red Lights really know how to put on a show, and you already made up your mind that you will definitely be coming to tomorrow night’s show.

“Wow that was amazing wasn’t it” Nina shouted, slurring her words just a little, she was always kind of a light weight when it came to drinking, not taking much for her to feel the buzz of the alcohol.

“Sooo… How’d you like show, and what do you think of the Red Lights Y/nnie?” Bri inquired, holding up Nina by her arm, as the drunk girl wobbled and said incoherent words only she could understand.

“Honestly… I really enjoyed it, I mean their music is actually really good. You know, I was expecting it to be like the type of rock music, where all they do is scream” Bri chucked at your words, playfully pushing your shoulder.

“So, does that mean you’re on for tomorrow night’s show?” Bri winked at you. Of course you were going, and hopefully this time you could catch a certain someone’s eye, that certain someone being Mr sexy electric guitarist.

“Actually yeah, I do think I would like to come again” you nodded, Bri clapped her hands in excitement, and Nina jumped up and down, cheering in her drunk state. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow night!!

꩜ .ᐟ

“But Sir, you clearly stated you wanted a white chocolate mocha latte, with a double shot of expresso when you ordered” You said in your most friendliest tone, trying to keep your composure. These were the days, you really hated your job, and wanted nothing more than to throw in the towel but unfortunately you aren’t rich so you have to work for your money.

“No Miss! I clearly said I wanted a white chocolate mocha latte, and a double shot of an expresso on the side. Is this like your first day or something. The older guy raised his voice, and laughed sarcastically at you. You gripped the edges of the counter, taking a deep breath, before putting on a fake smile.

“Well my apologies sir, but you weren’t very specific with your order” You replied, you honestly wanted to scream and pull your hair out, why did you always get the grumpy old people who haven’t had their AM coffee yet.

“Are you calling me a dummy! Wow that’s so unprofessional on your behalf, young lady I demand to speak to your manager right this instant” The older gentleman complained, pointing his finger at you. At this point you were fuming with frustration, as you took a step back, to regain control over your emotions.

Luckily your manager came quickly, and took over the situation, and of course the guy changed his attitude quickly when a male was now present, fucking misogynist you thought to yourself. The doors to the coffee shop swung opened and two tall gentleman walked through them. Both had on mask covering their faces, and dressed in all black attire.

You don’t know why, you suddenly got the feeling that you knew them from somewhere, but you quickly shook that feeling off, greeting them and taking their order.

“Hello! What can I get started for you two” You said politely, while typing in your employee number on the register.

“What do you recommend, it’s my first time coming here” the gentleman with the black fluffy hair spoke up, your hands froze mid typing, and you looked up at him real fast. Why did his voice sound so familiar to you, almost identical to the male’s voice you’ve been daydreaming about at work all day.

“Umm w-well, we’re well known for our cappuccinos and lattes, but we also have really good teas” you stuttered, your heart starting to beat fast out your chest. The two guys looked at each other and you could tell from their eyes, that they were smirking.

“Well how about you, what’s your favorite?” the other guy replied, he was clad in a black hoodie, with red flames on it, but what you also noticed about him was his eyes. They resembled Heeseung’s eyes from Red Lights. You told yourself to snap out of it, and get a grip. There’s absolutely no way THE Lee Heeseung, and THE Sim Jaeyun, were standing right in front of you right now, asking about your go to coffee drink.

But they were….

“Umm well I’m pretty basic, I just usually get a latte or an Iced americano” You nodded, and they both nodded their head in agreement, chuckling softly before the one with the leather jacket pulled out his credit card.

“Alright, we’ll take two Americanos please” the one with the leather jacket said, handing you his card. When you went to grab it, you suddenly stopped, and looked at the rings on his finger. At this point, you knew for sure you weren’t imagining things, the rings he had on his fingers were the exact same ones Jake had on last night at the show

Yes, you were staring that hard….

“Something wrong princess?” He chucked softly, you couldn’t find your words, they were stuck in your throat, as you struggled to speak. That’s when the other gentleman leaned in, and whispered something into his ear. His eyes widened a little, but quickly turned relaxed and was replaced with a more playful expression.

“Ahhh I see, you know who we are don’t you?” He leaned against the counter. Your breath hitched at the semi close proximity, swallowing hard before replying.

“Y-yes, but I won’t make a scene I promise, I really like you guys music a lot” You were a nervous wreck, tripping over your words, and fiddling with your fingers. They both kept giggling and looking at each other.

“Haha thanks, did you come to our show last night?” Heeseung asked, you shook your head yes eagerly, then cringing at yourself for coming off so desperate. Jake finally pulled down his mask some, showing you half of his face. You melted on the spot, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“May I ask who’s your favorite, and will you be coming to our show tonight pretty” Jake said, smirking and biting his lips. You felt your knees go weak, and suddenly the air became hot, and you struggled to breathe correctly

Did he really just call you pretty?!

“W-well, I uh- well um, I really like you Jaeyun, you’re like so amazing” You slapped your hands over your mouth and widened your eyes, you didn’t mean to sound like a desperate fangirl, but him staring deep into your eyes had your brain malfunctioning.

“Oh really, is that so? Very cute” He smirked, before putting his card back in his wallet. You quickly made their drinks, almost fucking up in the process, because you could feel them staring a hole into you. You finished making their drinks and handed it to them.

“Here you are, please enjoy” You tried your best to sound confident. They both thanked you, but suddenly Jake grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles and you looked at him in shocked, as they grabbed their drinks.

“See you at the show tonight Y/n” Jake spoke one last time, before they walked out the doors of the coffee shop. You stood there, still in shock, as you stared at spot on your hand where Jake kissed. You couldn’t wait to tell Nina and Bri.

꩜ .ᐟ

The night came fast, and you were currently standing in front of Bri’s bathroom mirror, applying your makeup. You’ve decided, you really want to go all out, in hopes of gaining Jake’s attention. You went to the mall when you got off work, and picked out a black corset top, and a black mini skirt to go with it.

“I can’t believe you met them like face to face, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK” Nina’s said, her loud obnoxious voice making you laugh. You honestly still couldn’t believe it yourself.

“Yeah seriously Y/n, you don’t know how many girls will kill to be you right now!!” Bri singed, touching up her curls. You honestly did feel a little on top of the world right about now.

“Not only that, Jake fucking kissed your hand, he’s definitely into you girl” Nina wigged her brows, nudging you in the shoulder.

“Oh come on, a guy like him into me? He probably just enjoys seeing girls losing their shit over him” You didn’t wanna gas yourself up, only to get disappointed in the end. Jake was so out of your league, and had plenty of girls in line waiting to have a piece of him. There’s no way he would waste his time on a girl like you.

Little did you know….

Jake’s Pov

Jake knew when he first spotted you in the audience, he had to have you. You were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and not only that he could tell you weren’t used to coming to concerts or let alone clubs, just by the way you looked around like a lost puppy. He could feel, the innocence and curiosity, radiating from your body all the way in the crowd and he never felt so addicted in his life.

He wanted to swallow you whole, drain you of your innocence, and show you a whole new world out there. He couldn’t lie and say, he wasn’t taken aback, when he walked into the coffee shop and you were right there in all your glory looking gorgeous as ever. It took every thing in him, not to sweep you off your feet right then and there, and have his way with you.

But nah, he couldn’t make it that easy, he wanted to play with you first, get you all desperate for him which was never a challenge for him when it came to women. Jake knew he was good looking, and how easy it was to have any girl he wanted, so he used it to his advantage. But what Jake couldn’t quite grasp, is why did it feel different this time? Why does it feel like he’s genuinely into you.

Jake was always excited when it came time to perform, I mean why wouldn’t he? He loves what he does, and music is his passion. But in the back of his head, he’s a little extra giddy knowing that you’re going to be somewhere in the audience watching him, he hopes you keep your word and show up tonight. I mean, how else is gonna make his move on you, and get you in the bed tonight.

Jake was determined to have you screaming out his name tonight, and little did he know you were feeling the same way….

꩜ .ᐟ

When you and your girls pulled up to the venue, you instantly felt Deja vu, just this time you weren’t as nervous like before and you felt lighter, and more confident. You stepped out of the car, the cool night breeze welcoming you, as you guys made your way through the line of people. Just like yesterday night, it was packed like crazy, but vip ticket again hello.

You guys rushed in, not even bothering to get drinks, as the plan was to get barricade tonight and to your surprise the goal was achieved. You and your friends couldn’t help but feel giddy, boasting over being front row.

Not long after, the lights turned off and came back on, to the signature dark red lights. The crowd roars, and the energy is up instantly. The adrenaline rush, courses through your body, a lot more stronger since you’re in front of the stage. The members came up from under the stage, and you immediately start looking for Jaeyun.

You finally spot him, and what are the odds, he just happens to be on your side. Just like before, you stare at him awe, so fascinated by his godly presence. You locked eyes with him, and this time he winked at you and smirked, Nina also saw the interaction turning around and hyping you up.

As the show went on, you noticed that you had Jake’s attention, when you would look at him, he was already staring at you. And even this time, they went out into the crowd, and he made sure he passed by your section to hold your hand. When the show was coming to an end, and they were saying their goodbyes, Jake’s eyes remained on you, and you felt so small and imitated under his gaze.

The show ended, and you and your friends were getting ready to head out, but suddenly a gentleman with a mask and tattoos on his arms stopped you guys. Bri being the brave one in the friend group, she immediately was ready to tell the guy off, until the guy quickly spoke up introducing himself.

“My apologies for startling you ladies, but could you spare some of your time?” The guy asked, you all looked at each skeptically, before shrugging your shoulders.

“Sure what’s this concerning, you wanna buy us a drink or something?” Nina said confidently, never missing the chance to flirt with a hot guy. You and Bri looked at each other, and shook your heads.

“Haha I mean, I wouldn’t mind buying a pretty girl like you a drink at all. But actually I’m the manger of Red Lights, and I actually got word from the boys that they would like to meet you ladies backstage” Your eyes widened at his words, and you turned around and looked at your friends in shocked. You guys couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Like to meet them backstage?” You inquired, the guy nodded his head and said to follow him. You guys followed him to a back room, where it was labeled staff only and he opened the door and the members were all hanging out in there. You and your friends walked in, the atmosphere feeling heavy and awkward.

“Look who made it! Welcome beautiful ladies, come have a seat” Jongseong said, pointing at the space left on the couches. Nina sat by Sunghoon, Bri sat in between Jay and Heeseung, and then of course you had no other choice but to sit by Jaeyun. He patted the space next to him and you hesitantly took a seat.

“We meet again princess, see you couldn’t stay away” Jake said, looking at you with that look, that makes you wanna serve him like he’s your master. You swallowed down your nerves, before replying.

“Why would i, I mean you really know how to make a good impression Jake” You said confidently, flirtatious in your tone. Jake bit his lip, a habit you noticed he does a lot. He leaned in closer to you, stretching his arm around your shoulder, and whispered in your ear “Call me Jaeyun pretty girl” you almost moaned out loud.

His accent was the sexiest thing you ever heard in your life, voice smooth like honey, and the scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils. You wanted him so bad, never mind, you needed him so bad.

And that’s exactly how you ended up, messily kissing Jake, as the elevator moves up the floors. It dinged on the floor Jake’s room was on, and you both stumbled out the elevator, giggling and kissing each other like crazy.

Jake fumbled with the card, as he tried to put it into the slot, he was so fucking horny he could hardly think straight. You decided to help him out, giggling and inserting the card into the slot, and finally the light turned green and the door was unlocked.

Before you guys could get fully into the room, you were pulling Jake back into a heated kiss, pulling on the collar of shirt and rubbing your hands down his abs.

“Someone’s eager aren’t we?” He smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass, then landing a harsh smack to it. You moaned shamelessly, pussy soaking your panties already. You had been wet since the concert, and you really needed him to do something about it.

“Please, i need you Jaeyun I can’t take it anymore” You begged, grinding your pussy onto the fabric of his jeans. Jake groaned, his cock now throbbing in his jeans, fuck you were so perfect, he loved when a woman is desperate for him.

“Fuck baby, shit take off your clothes, i wanna see that sexy body of yours. But do it nice and slowly for me, i wanna appreciate every inch of you” He bit his lip, taking a seat on the bed.

You didn’t even have to be told twice, you started to slowly strip out of your clothes, swaying your hips slowly as you eased out of your thong and unhooked your bra.

Jake could’ve cummed in his pants at the sinful sight of you, you were truly a masterpiece, a body of a goddess.

“I want you to crawl to me slut, show me how bad you want this” You obeyed his command, dropping down to your knees, as you crawled to him, slowly and seductively. His gaze was intense, lust and desire, written all over his face. Your pussy is dripping wet, and your arousal is leaking down your thighs.

“Gonna show me what that pretty little mouth does huh? Be a good little girl and let Jaeyun fuck your mouth” You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, and nodded eagerly, you didn’t even care how shameless you looked anymore you wanted his cock.

He spread his legs open for you, as you started to unbuckle his belt, and he lifted his bottom up so you could take off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock, and the tip red and leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight of his big cock, it was long and thick, with veins running down the sides of it

“Fuck your cock is so huge, I don’t think it will fit all in my mouth” you moaned, pumping his cock, and smearing the precum off the head of his cock.

“That’s okay sweetheart, just take as much as you can, come on make me feel good” he grunted, hips bucking up desperately. You licked on his wet tip a little, teasing him before taking him into your mouth, sucking slowly. He threw his head back, exposing his perfectly sculpted jawline and neck.

“Fuuuk yeah, just let that, eat my cock baby” you moaned around his length at his vulgar remarks, the vibration of it, causing him to let out a loud moan. The taste of his salty precum on your tongue, was immaculate and you could feel his dick twitching inside your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, taking more of his cock in your mouth, as his tip reaches the back of your throat causing you to gag a little.

O-oh Shit yeah, deep throat my cock baby fuuuck yes” He groaned, pushing your head a little, as you sucked him off. Your pussy was throbbing, so you reached your hand down between your legs, rubbing your aching clit as you sucked Jake’s huge cock. He noticed, and pushed your head further down, cock going deeper into your throat.

“Who said you could touch yourself without my permission greedy little slut” he spat out, taking this opportunity, to grip your hair and fuck your mouth. You gagged, spit and his precum dripping on the sides of your mouth. You could tell he was getting close to cumming, his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your mouth.

He pulled his dick out, tapping your tongue with his length, before pulling his shirt off showing off his tattoos. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter. He came up and started kissing you again, tasting himself on your mouth and groaning at the taste.

Get on all fours baby, I wanna eat that pretty pussy from the back” He sighed out, lazy stroking his cock. You got up on the bed, arching your back, as you looked back at him wiggling your plump ass. Jake cursed under his breath, before making his way over to you, and rubbing his hands all over your ass.

“Fuck look at this beautiful ass, fuck just wanna take a bite out of it sweetheart” You whimpered, when he started to circle your clit with his thumb.

“Oh fuck please, please give it to me Jaeyun” You cried out, you were so turned on, it hurts. Jake smacked your asscheek, before putting his face in between your cheeks, licking and sucking on your pussy.

You let out a loud moan, his tongue felt incredible, knowing exactly where to lick, you could tell he was really experienced.

“God yes Jake, that feels so good please” You whimpered, back arching at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue, working wonders on your wet pussy. He was genuinely eating you out like a starved man, and you could tell he eats pussy for his own pleasure.

“Fuck this pussy is so good, sweet little cunt so tasty” He said muffled, as he started to lick your puckered hole. He could tell you never had your ass eaten, by the way you flinched at the contact. He couldn’t believe, nobody has ever tasted your sweet little ass before, but he’s honored to be the first one to get a taste.

“Does my naughty little bitch, like getting her ass and pussy eaten from the back” He smirked, licking a big stripe of your pussy, sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You clenched around nothing, pussy fluttering, as he started to tongue fuck your hole.

“Fuck fuck fuck, right there Jake, please don’t stop I’m gonna cum” You whined, legs shaking and the band in your stomach, threatening to snap any minute. He landed a slap to your pussy, causing you to let it a pained moan, jolting forward.

“Call me Jaeyun baby, now be a good little whore and cum on my tongue” He spat, slipping a finger inside your tight pussy, fingering your gummy walls as he devoured your pussy. You screamed his name out loud, as your body felt like it was on fire, and the knock in your stomach unraveled.

“Jaeyun! Oh my god I’m cumming” You whined, coming undone in his mouth, squirting your essence everywhere. Jake continued to lap at your pussy, overstimulating you, before you pushed at his head because you couldn’t take anymore.

“God, I need to be inside you right fucking now” He growled, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, you looked back at him, staring at his abs, and how his muscles flexed when he bent down.

“Face down baby” He said, before running off to grab something. He came back with handcuffs, twirling the black puffy object around his finger. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, at the thought of your hands being restrained, as he fucked the living daylights out of you.

He pulled your body to the edge of the bed, spreading your asscheeks , as he rubbed the tip of his cock between your slippery folds teasing your throbbing cunt. You felt like you were going to die, if you didn’t have his cock buried deep inside you, pushing your ass against his pelvis.

He chuckled at your eagerness, before aligning his tip up with your hole, his cock slipping inside your tight pussy easily from how wet you are. He was big! You could feel him splitting you in half, his hard cock pulsating, as he started to rock his hips and forth.

“Oh Shit, yeah tight little pussy, squeezing me so good, he groaned, his pace speeding up, as he finds the perfect rhythm to fuck you deep. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he was able to find your g-spot immediately, gripping your waist tightly as he pounded you into the mattress.

“Jaeyun! Oh Jae, fuck me just like that. I love your cock so much baby fuck!” You cried out, throwing your ass back at him, as you desperately chased after his strokes. The sound of skin slapping, and the headboard slamming against the wall, echoed throughout the motel room, turning to on to the max.

“How does it feel, to be getting fucked stupid by a rockstar darling, feeling me deep in your guts” He pulled your body up from the bed, pulling your body flushed to his, as he pounded into you like mad man pinching and rubbing your nipples through his fingertips.

“F-feels so good, love being your little fucktoy so much” You whimpered, biting down on my lip harshly, as you took his brutal thrusts. He arched your back again, pushing your face into the mattress, as he let a glob of spit fall between your asscheeks. He smeared the saliva around your rim, then starting to slowly push his thumb inside your tight asshole.

“OH MY GOD JAE, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum on your cock I been so good for you” You slurred your words, your body trembling, and you could feel the band in your stomach tightening as you neared your high. You could tell Jake was close as well, his deep grunts, turning into whiny moans and whimpers.

“Fuck can I cum inside you baby, stuff you full of my cum, just to fuck back into your tight cunt” He growled, plowing into you, as his strokes started to grow erratic, fucking you into a oblivion. That sent you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping, as you came hard for the 2nd time tonight.

Your orgasm triggered his, the tight clenching of your cunt, milking his cock for what’s its worth, as he shoots thick white ropes of cum inside you. His hips stuttered, completely emptying his balls inside you, and he collapsed on top of you, chest heaving up and down.

You laid there spent, body limp and weak, your hair is a mess and you looked so fucked out. So did he, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he tried to calm his breathing. The room was completely silent now, only the sound of you and Jake’s breathes could be heard.

This was the moment you dreaded the most, the awkward silence was so loud, and you didn’t know if you should get your shit and go. Or wake up to an empty bed, with no sigh of Jake.

“That was the best sex, I ever had in my life” You spoke up, breaking the silence, and trying to lighten up the mood. Jake hummed, staring up at the ceiling. You stared at him, admiring his side profile, he was so bad for you heart. Finally Jake got up from the bed, grabbing his jeans, and throwing them on.

You sit up in the bed, covering yourself with the covers, as if he wasn’t just balls deep inside you. You knew this was gonna happen, but some parts of you hoped would be different, but who were you kidding Jake’s a rockstar he has no time for dating.

“Are you leaving?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer to that, but still you were hoping he could prove your assumption wrong.

“Yeah I should head out, the band’s probably wondering where I am” He said nonchalantly, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Oh” Is all you said, a lump growing in your throat, as reality hit you hard that you were nothing but just another hookup for him.

“You should probably leave as well love, it’s not safe for a women to stay at these places by herself. He smiled at you, that damn smile you thought to yourself. Tears started to gather in your waterline, but you quickly wiped them away, and got up from the bed and threw on your clothes.

꩜ .ᐟ

You stood there awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers, as Jake checked out the motel, and tuned in the card. He turned, and looked at you, before giving you a faint smile and nodded his head towards the exit. You both walked out, side to side, the cold air hitting your legs.

Jake put his jacket over your shoulder, and kissed you on your forehead, and not long after a taxi cab was pulling up. Jake opened the door of cab for you, and you gave him a faint smile, before getting into the backseat of the cab.

“I had amazing time tonight princess, here’s my number, if I’m ever in town again we should meet up sometimes” he nodded, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad, you didn’t want this night to end, you just wished it could be different.

“Yeah I’d like that, be careful on the road Jake” Your voice cracked a little, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. He smiled at you one last time, before walking away and disappearing into the night. You finally let the tears fall, sobbing into your hands, you really fooled yourself this time

You don’t know if you will ever see Jake again, but until then, you can only cherish the memories of tonight….

A year later.

Your phone dinged with a notification, waking you out of your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, before clicking on the notification. Your heart stopped, when you opened the message, from someone you didn’t expect to hear from ever again.

Jaeyun: Hey love, I’m in town wanna meet up?🥴

The End.

A/n: The way I enjoyed writing for Rockstar Jake, I literally sobbed writing the end tho😭 but I really hope you guys like this fic, reblogs are greatly appreciated🫶🏽🩷 lmk if you guys want more fics like this in the future! Not proofread 🥲

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[hysteria-things]

i REALLYYY need a sub matt fic plsss i read the one when he gets hard from seeing her in a bathing suit but can u do one where the triplets are like filming a video and she like like bends down to get something and sees how flustered it makes matt so then she just continues to do stuff like that like stand in front of him and "accidentally" backing up into him yea like stuff like that u know the rest 😁😁😁 (if so could u pls add a little bit of a mommy kink obviously if not that's totally fine)

PLEASE ME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while filming a video with the sturniolo triplets, you notice matt acting strange so abruptly. when you realize what it’s about, you want to take advantage of it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FILTHY, unintentional teasing lol, handjob, p in v, mommy kink, begging kink, praising, a little degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 912

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: these requests are literally all the same LMAO

i’m sorry if the mommy kink isn’t RAGING for some reason typing that out makes me cringe a little😭

EDIT: hi second anon i’m very sorry i forgot to put the tata sucking that’s so my bad��

matt couldn’t help but stare. the boys decided to go roller skating for fun and film for wednesday’s vlog. currently, matt’s at the booth you guys picked out to rest while his brothers are still on the floor.

you wanted to rest your feet as well, so for now, you’re in charge of filming the two over the loud music and other people.

he watches as your body is hunched over the wall dividing the rink to the main area, your skirt lifted ever so slightly. you look so attractive to him, his pants tightening as he looks in your direction.

“that’s good for now, thanks y/n!” chris says as he skates by, giving you a thumbs up.

your giggle fills matt’s ears, his hips having a mind of their own. he thrusts softly into the edge of the table, whining lowly.

“are you alright?” you question, now standing in front of his face.

his eyes are wide like he’s scared. you have a look of genuine fear on your face because he’s been acting fine all night until this moment. “holy shit, matt. seriously, are you okay?”

“i-i need to use the bathroom.” he stammers, quickly getting out of his skates and speed-walking to the other side of the building.

“matt, hold on!” you call out, but he ignores you. you stumble to get your skates off, sprinting after the boy.

catching up to him as he’s about to enter the boy’s room, you grab his wrist and turn him around. his eyes are tearing up as if he’s about to start crying or something. “matt, what the hell?”

“it hurts.” he pouts, looking down at the ground.

face visibly confused, you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. “what hurts?”

he slowly removes his jacket from in front of his pants, revealing the raging boner through his jeans. “oh.”

his lip quivers, still avoiding eye contact from the embarrassment. “it hurts so fucking bad.” he whines louder.

honestly, you feel bad for him, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t help… right?

before his brain can comprehend what’s going on, you push him into the restroom and lock the door, laying him down on the ottoman that’s in the center of the spacious room.

biting your lip, you bring your hand down to the inside of his pants, palming him through his underwear. he moans desperately, a wet spot forming from the pre-cum.

he’s so sensitive that he’s twitching already, and that’s your sign to wrap your small hand around his dick, moving up and down.

“what a pretty boy, you are.” you coo, his eyes fluttering back with a positive hum. taking your thumb, you move it on his swollen tip. his poor dick is aching for a release, or even better, to be inside of you.

you feel him tighten, moving your hand faster and faster with each pump. squirming rapidly below you, he sticks his tongue out from the pleasure. “i’m gonna cum!” he moans.

you tut. “ask.”

he mewls, eyes closing shut while panting uncontrollably. “please let me cum, mo—”

you smirk amusingly, knowing damn well what was going to fall past his lips. “who?”

sniffling, he now looks at you with a pleading face. “can i cum, mommy?”

giving permission, he spurts his hot liquid down his shaft, but you don’t stop. you keep pumping, hovering over him and slipping your panties to the side with your free hand. “such a good boy.” you praise.

he loves that.

matt hisses once you start to bounce slowly on his cock, still feeling stimulated from his high. it hurts him, but it feels too good at the same time.

his mouth hangs wide, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start to gradually get faster.

whines and whimpers echo along the walls. thank goodness the music is so loud outside, otherwise people will be able to hear how pathetic he sounds.

you moan too, but not as loud as he is. his voice mind as well be gone by the end of this.

the way your walls engulf him perfectly rubs him the right way, biting his lip and whining nonstop. you whisper praises into his ear, knowing that it gets him closer.

“mo-mmy.” he says high-pitched. “please let me cum i-inside you. please, mommy.”

the begging has you clench, lips ghosting his. “you’re so pathetic right now, i love it.”

eyes crossing, he spills deep into your cunt you can feel it in your stomach. he shakes his head frantically. “e-enough. it hurts too good!”

“come on, baby.” you kiss him sloppily, hands tangling in his hair and tugging at it in the process. “you don’t want mommy to milk you dry?”

tears start trickling down his cheeks, and cries and sobs of pleasure enter your mouth as he tries to kiss you back.

the previous orgasm still leaks, but another one comes rushing in. he’s cumming so much to the point where you’re full, and the rest smears out of the sides of your pussy.

moaning one final time, you release what you were holding around him.

he twitches at the slightest touch, eyes still crossed from the ecstasy that flowed through his body in the short amount of time.

it’s crazy to think about, but you were best friends at the beginning of the night. now the night ended with you pumped full of his cum.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[thepixelelf]

warnings: coarse language. wc: 793

[the amnesia card always declines]

If there's one thing Joshua Hong has above all else, it's the audacity.

If there's two things, it's the audacity and the most grabbable, stupidly defined, makes-you-wanna-bite-into-them man tits you've ever seen in your godforsaken, miserable life.

Well, okay, maybe that counts as three things. Whatever.

"Oh my fucking god," you hiss, ducking closer to the coffee shop/bakery's table and hiding your entire head with both arms. "What is he doing here?!"

Soonyoung, the least subtle person you know (but you've given up on fixing him at this point) turns 180 degrees in his chair to watch the loser posing for a "totally casual" photoshoot outside. He hums in understanding, putting his hand under his chin like an experienced detective. "He must've seen your instagram story."

"He doesn't even follow me..."

"Oh, he's following you, alright." Soonyoung turns back around and stabs his fork into his strawberries 'n' cream croffle.

You glare at him over the pastries on the table. "Very funny."

"I know I am," he says with a dumb smile that says your sarcasm was not effective! "When are you going to stop holding your stupid grudge?"

An offended scoff escapes you. "It is a completely reasonable grudge, for your information."

"What, you being mad at him for...kissing you at that party?"

"For smooshing that stupid pretty face on mine at that party then acting like it never happened!" You slap your hands on the table, but as soon as you spot Joshua outside start to turn his head, you duck back into hiding.

Soonyoung points his fork at you. "He was drunk."

"So was I," you argue with a sneer. "But I remember everything-- especially you being the reason we had to cut the night short because you started drunk-crying and I had to take you home."

Suddenly capable of shame, Soonyoung scoots forward in his chair and leans over the table. "Have I mentioned that I love you and you're the best friend in the world?"

"Whatever, buddy." You roll your eyes. "Just remember all the shit I've done for you when I'm the one crying in the club."

"Crying in the club?" echoes Joshua--

Joshua?!

Your soul escapes your body entirely and jolts back in a nano-second. "Holy fuck--" You put a hand over your racing heart and send a death glare to the smug offender. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Joshua just smiles that stupidly pretty smile and, damn it, you're supposed to be ignoring this jackass.

"Sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. "Are you free?"

Making a face, you look over at Soonyoung, who just shrugs, then back at Joshua. "...Right now?"

"Right now is good." He nods in thought. "Or later today. Or tomorrow. If not, then the day after that. You've been avoiding me."

You force your shoulders to relax and avert your eyes. "No I haven't."

Joshua's expression suddenly goes solemn, which you notice because, shit, you started looking at him again. "Did I do something?"

At that, you scoff, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief.

"Seriously. That party... I don't remember much, except that I've barely seen you since."

"Don't play the amnesia card on me, Josh. It's so tired."

His brows furrow, and your stupid fingers want to massage the hurt look right off his forehead. As if the dumbass deserves it.

"It's not amnesia," Joshua says. "But it's fuzzy. I can't tell what really happened that night or what was just my dream."

"Really? We're talking dreams now?"

He shrugs, crossing his arms, which fold just underneath those stupid, huge pecs... "I happen to dream about you a lot."

"Mmhm... Sure..." Are they bigger than the croffles? The melon buns? The... "Wait-- what?"

Joshua smiles, and you just know he caught you staring, the little shit. "I said, I dream about you a lot. Kiss scenes included."

Your jaw drops, maybe to the floor, but you can't be bothered to check. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Soonyoung make a perfect circle with his mouth before he hurriedly asks the barista if they serve popcorn.

"Joshua Hong, you..." Standing from your chair, you fist the collar of his fleece sweater in both hands, primed to throttle. "...are so fucking stupid."

Then somehow, even though you're the one who pulls him in, he's the one who takes your breath away.

When your lips part, though, you open your eyes while his stay closed, and he leans in again.

"Wait," you say, halting him with the one word. "How did you find me here?"

Wincing, Joshua peeks just one eye open. "Please don't be mad at him."

You whip around, but the bell over the shop's door is already tinging, and Soonyoung is dashing across the street like his life depends on it.

Good, because it does.

"Kwon Soonyoung! You are so fucking dead!"

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Vienna. One.

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

pairing - carmen berzatto x reader

warnings - cursing. references to mikey’s death.

word count - 2k

authors note - strap in, this one’s gonna be a rollercoaster!! can’t wait to get into this a little more. I love this show, and we’re gonna have so much fun getting lost in that world. this series is going to make you laugh, cry, scream, and want to throw your phone at my head. get ready <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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home (hōm) - the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

You’ve been staring at the outside of the building for fifteen minutes.

It looks so different that you had to check the street sign, ensuring you are where you thought you were.

The Bear.

It was The Beef, the last time you were here. Stood in this very spot, tears dripping down your face, you bid farewell to the life you once knew.

Now you’re back.

It looks slick, professional, high end. It’s all polished glass and sharp edges, a drastic contrast from what once stood here.

You wonder what Michael would think.

The thought sends a pang of sadness through your heart, which you shake off as quickly as possible. Today should be a happy day, you remind yourself. Emphasis on should.

You take a deep breath and try the door of the restaurant, surprised when you find it unlocked. Walking inside, you have to stop and take in what’s in front of you.

No more sticky floors or peeling paint or arcade machines. No more flickering lights or red pleather booths or plastic cutlery.

The restaurant you’re currently stood in is slick, spotlessly clean, perfectly laid out. It’s like something out of a magazine. You’re in shock, bewildered by the transformation.

“Holy shit.”

The kitchen door has swung open, and across from you stands Richie Jerimovich.

“Am I hallucinating, or what?”

You laugh, and before you know it, he’s striding towards you, throwing his arms out for you to jump into. He wraps you in a bear hug, spinning you in circles like when you were a kid. You’re dizzy when he puts you down, his hand grabbing your shoulder to steady you on your feet.

“You hallucinate often these days, old man?”

“Old man,” he scoffs. “Yeah fuckin’ right. Do I look old to you?”

“You want me to answer that?”

He shoves you playfully, shaking his head.

“Thought I was seeing ghosts when I saw you stood in here.”

“If anyone’s hallucinating, it’s me. How… how did you do this? It’s like a whole new restaurant, Cousin.”

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“Really cool. I think I stood and stared at the sign outside for like twenty minutes. Seriously.”

He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“He’d have liked it, right?”

You can hear the slight waver in his voice, well disguised insecurity peeking through.

“He’d have fucking loved it, Richie.”

He presses a kiss into your hair, bumping your hip with his affectionately.

“So what, you’re like, a big boss here now?”

“I’m in charge of front of house, actually. I’ve been professionally trained and shit. Oh, guess what?”

“What?”

“I wear suits now. Every night.”

“You’re kidding. Bet you wear them well, too,” you tease, laughing when he kicks your foot with his. “You always scrubbed up well.”

“You gotta see it for yourself. We’ll make you up a table tonight, get you to try everything.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not gonna put you guys out like that.”

“Vi, you’re not putting us out. And you and I both know Carmen isn’t going to take no for an answer.”

Your heart skips a beat at the very mention of his name.

“I just don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“Babe,” he practically whines, pulling you into him, “you are never an inconvenience. For any of us.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent, resting your head on his arm. “I can’t wait.”

Richie grins, excitement vibrating off him.

“Okay, let me look at you. You look good, Vi!”

You mock a twirl, spinning with a curtsy for good measure.

“I like your hair like this,” he compliments, plucking at a strand. “Suits you.”

“Thanks, Casanova,” you laugh. “How’s Eva?”

“Oh, she’s good. So good. Did you see all the pictures I posted from the Taylor Swift concert? I’m officially the best dad in the world.”

“I did, and they were the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so big, now. Can’t wait to see her soon.”

“I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you. Cousin tells her stories about you all the time.”

“…he does?”

“Are you kidding? Of course he does. Sugar does too.”

A cool sense of relief washes over you. It’s nice to know that they haven’t forgotten about you, as stupid as it sounds. There’s something comforting about knowing they still talk about you, even when you’re gone.

He plants a kiss on the crown of your head as the kitchen door flies open once again. Marcus, Tina and Ebra file in, along with a girl you’ve never met before. They’re looking at you with curious expressions on their faces when you hear it.

“Does anyone know where the fuck I put my good knife?”

When he doesn’t get an answer, he strides into the restaurant, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you at Richie’s side.

He tries to speak, but he can’t.

Instead, he practically runs across the room, wrapping his arms around you as your feet leave the floor.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of home that you’ve missed so much. He’s murmuring into your ear, but you can’t for the life of you work out what he’s saying. It’s all low and slow, careful to not be overheard. You tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, nudging his face back into your shoulder. He presses a gentle kiss to your skin, which sends a shiver down your spine that you’re praying he doesn’t notice.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, he pulls away to look at you. His hands are on your waist as if they belong there, as yours cradle his face.

“You’re home.”

He breathes it, as if he can’t quite catch a lungful of air.

“I’m home,” you say, sweeping your thumbs across his cheekbones. “You’re home.”

“I’m home.”

You’re completely unaware of the group of people watching you. They all know they should tear their eyes away, but they can’t seem to. It’s new, seeing Carmy like this with someone. They’re all wondering what the hell has happened.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he laughs, pulling you back in for another hug.

Pressing a kiss into your hair, he rocks you slightly, as if you’re both completely thrown off balance by the presence of the other.

You step back, giving him a once over.

“I like your tattoos, Carmen. Very hipster.”

“Shut up,” he chuckles, shoving you lightly. You shove him right back, both of you grinning like idiots.

His eyes flicker up, catching Sydney’s gaze. She looks completely bewildered, and a little uncomfortable. Carmy tugs you into his side, turning to face the crowd.

“Syd, this is Vienna. Vienna, Sydney. The rest of you guys know her.”

They all smile, meeting you in the middle for hugs and hellos. You hold your arms out to Sydney, who steps into them somewhat apprehensively, giving you a quick squeeze.

“My name isn’t actually Vienna, but it’s been a nickname for as long as I can remember. So you can call me Vienna, or Vi, or Enna. I get them all.”

She nods, visibly still a little confused. The door swings open one last time, and out walks Natalie.

“Oh my God!”

You give her a careful hug, on account of the bump she’s sporting.

“Oh, you look so beautiful, Sugar. You’re glowing!”

“It’s sweat from the kitchen babe, I swear.”

The blonde sits down at a table, and you join her, eager to catch up with one of your oldest girl friends. As you do, Sydney and Carmy reconvene a distance away.

“She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, she is.”

Carmen’s watching you as you talk to his sister, as if he’s worried you’ll bolt out the door at any given moment.

“Your… girlfriend?”

“Oh, no,” he’s suddenly a little flustered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “Best friend. We’ve known each other forever. Literally. Our mom’s had us a day apart. We were neighbours, grew up on the same street.”

“Ah. And she’s been away?”

“For a long time. Think it’s about five years, maybe more. I went to culinary school, she went to art school, both ended up living in different places.”

“Did you know she was coming back?”

“Jesus, Syd, is this twenty fuckin’ questions?”

“Sorry,” she says sheepishly, fiddling with the end of her braid. “You just seemed surprised to see her.”

“Yeah. I was. Had no idea she was back in town.”

“Did you guys keep in touch?”

He gives a look that says really?, but answers the question anyway.

“Not as much as we should have. It’s hard, being so far apart. We saw each other a few times, texted and called when we could. But it’s not the same.”

He glances in your direction to find you laughing with Natalie, a delicate hand placed on her growing stomach. Nat looks happy, carefree, like the young girl she once was. You seem to have that effect on people.

Richie pulls out a chair next to the pair, knocking into Carmy’s shoulder as he sits down.

“Told Vi we’d give her a table here tonight, so she can try everything. You should join her, catch up.”

Carmy reacts as if it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard, so Richie continues quickly.

“We need to be able to run this shit without you. One evening with you dining instead of cookin’ won’t hurt.”

“We’ve done it before,” Sydney adds, alluding to that fateful opening night. Richie snickers. Carmy doesn’t.

“And you’ll be here, it’s not like you’re a thousand miles away. We’ll come out and get you if we need help, Cousin.”

Carmy’s known his answer since the very first second Richie asked the question, but he’s trying to play it cool. He doesn’t want to give away just quite how excited the thought of an entire evening with you makes him.

“Fine.”

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You and Sugar have ended up practically on each others laps at your table, whispering and giggling like old times. She’s telling you a story about something funny Pete said when you look over at Carmy, to find him already staring at you.

Your heart skips a beat as you catch his eyes, smiling gently at the fact he refuses to look away. He’s so timid with everyone else, so worried about what people think of him. He’s never as bold as when he’s with you.

You wink at him, quick and cheeky, and heat blooms across his cheeks instantly. He winks right back, stifling a grin by biting at his lip.

“You never told him, did you?”

Nat’s watching the two of you intently, gaze flicking back and forth between her brother and his childhood best friend.

You take a deep breath. And then another.

“No.”

“Vienna.”

Her tone is stern, almost scolding, and you suddenly feel sorry for the child who’s going to be on the receiving end of it one day soon.

“I couldn’t do it.”

She grabs your hand, resting them both in her lap.

“Secrets like that eat people alive, Vi.”

You squeeze her hand before dropping it, desperate for the conversation to be over.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll tell him when the time is right.”

“The time is never right when it comes to Carmen. You and I both know this.”

You refuse to admit she’s right, even though deep down, you know she is absolutely is.

“You haven’t told him? Richie hasn’t either?”

“It’s not our place to tell him. You have to be the one to do it.”

You inhale carefully, risking a look over to where Carmy is stood up, pointing at a table in the corner of the restaurant. He’s clearly in Chef Mode, both him and Sydney speaking in a language you can’t even begin to understand.

He catches your eye and smiles, all bright and bashful, before resuming what he was saying.

You don’t want to hurt him.

You think it might be inevitable.

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

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38 landoscar

38. kiss because they’re running out of time

“Boys?” The voice of Oscar’s mum floats up the stairs into Oscar’s bedroom. “Are you ready? I want to take some picture before you leave!”

“We’ll be right down!” Oscar shouts back, before he turns back to the mirror, fiddling with his bowtie. “God, this thing.”

“Here, let me,” Lando says, getting up from where he was sprawled on Oscar’s bed, having already put on his own suit and tied his tie. He moves over to where Oscar is standing, takes the ends of his bowtie out of his hands.

They’re close, like this, faces only inches apart as Lando desperately tries to focus on the bowtie and not on the way he can pretty much count Oscar’s individual lashes from here. “Nervous?” He asks, just to have something to say.

Oscar shrugs. “It’s prom,” he says, in a rather deadpan voice. Like it’s any other night. And the beauty is, to Oscar, it is. He doesn’t care about this stuff. The dressing up, the dates, the dancing. Which makes it all the more infuriating he actually got a date when Lando didn’t.

Well, that, and the fact that Lando wishes desperately he was said date.

“There,” Lando says, finishes tying the bowtie. “Perfect.”

“Thank,” Oscar says, glancing at himself in the mirror and smiling. “Where did you even learn how to do that?”

“Oliver,” Lando says, noncommittally, because it would be embarrassing to admit that he learned it when it was just him and Oscar going to prom together, when Lando was still hoping something was going to happen, when Lando thought this might be his moment, if it happened.

But then Lily asked him. So.

Speaking of, she should be here any minute, so they can take perfectly cute prom pics in front of the stairs, show them to their kids later, tell them the story of how they met.

Lando’s stomach churns.

He always thought. His entire high school career he thought there was time. He isn’t a hopeless romantic or anything, but he always thought him and Oscar would have this moment. Where they both realized how much they meant to each other. And then they would kiss and everything would be perfect.

But now it’s prom night, and high school is almost over, and the clock is ticking, and nothing has happened.

And the real, harrowing truth is nothing is going to happen, unless.

“Oscar, wait,” Lando says, because seriously. Fuck it. He spend all these years waiting on Oscar, but why can’t he take the plunge instead?

Oscar, by the door, turns around. “Yeah?” He asks, and then lets out a surprised noise when Lando marches over, grabs him by the face, and kisses him full on the mouth.

There’s a second where it’s the most awkward moment of Lando’s life, where they’re just standing in the bedroom they’ve spend so much of their time hanging out together, lips pressed to lips, and then Oscar lets out a shaky breath, and his shoulders fall, and his arms wrap around Lando’s waist, and he kisses back.

It’s the best 30 second of Lando’s life. And then a door opens downstairs.

“Oscar! Lily’s here!”

“Shit,” Lando says, jumping away, nearly launching himself into Oscar’s desk. “Shit, Lily,” he presses. “Oh my god. Oh my god, I made you like. Cheat on your girlfriend, what the fuck. What is wrong with me. Holy shit I’m so not a girl’s girl right now.”

“Lando, what,” Oscar says, still standing by the door a little dazed. “Me and Lily are friends.”

“But you’re going to Prom together,” Lando says, trying so hard not to cry. God, he’s being a horrible friend right now. And Lily. Lily is so nice. Seriously what’s wrong with him.

“Yeah, as friends,” Oscar stresses. “Because you never asked me.”

Lando pauses. Blinks. “But. No, but you didn’t ask me,” he says.

Oscar laughs then. And god, Lando’s heard it a million times, by now, but it never stops being the most gorgeous sound he’s ever heard. “Oh, we’re idiots aren’t we?”

It all starts sinking in now, and Lando laughs too. A loud, relieved thing. “God, we really are,” he says.

There’s a moment where they just stare at each other and then Lando thinks. Take the plunge. “Do you think Lily minds?” He asks. “If I steal her Prom date?”

Oscar laughs, shakes his head. “As long as we still dance with her, I think she’ll mostly be glad to be rid of my pining.”

Lando’s eyebrows shoot up. “Pining? Oh my god, was there pining?” He rushes past Oscar suddenly, heads to the stairs. “Lily! Lily my love you have to tell me about the pining.”

Oscar’s laughter, his delightful, beautiful, show stopping laughter, follows him all the way down the stairs.

[nvtstvrns]

Scared? - Matt Sturniolo

soft!matt, soft!reader fluff, Halloween night

Summary: y/n and Matt decide to stay home for Halloween and they watch horror movies together. Y/n gets a little scared during one of the movies so Matt comforts her.

Contains: fluff, cuddling, some dirty talk (not a lot), horror movies, mentions of killing, Halloween

message from me: I miss writing fluff guys holy shit this is fun

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

I was waiting for the popcorn in the microwave when Matt walks out of his room, he was finding the movie Scream for me to watch because it’s my favorite horror movie. He wraps his arms around my stomach from behind as his head rests on my shoulder.

“Hey, did you find it?” I ask referring to the movie. He hums behind me.

“With the way you’re lookin right now I don’t think I want to watch the tv…” he says kissing my neck and trailing his hands up my shirt. I shrug away from him and I take the popcorn out of the microwave dumping it in the bowl.

“Well…it’s my favorite movie so I think I’ll be able to watch it.” I say turning back around to be met with him right in my face.

He scoffs and puts his hand into his pockets and he licks his lips. “You only like scream cause you think Ghostface is hot.” He says opening the fridge and getting out a root beer for himself and a Dr. Pepper for me.

“He is! But he has to have the mask on.” I say picking up the popcorn bucket and walking towards his room.

“You’re deranged.” He says following me.

I lay in his chest as we’re about done with the movie, Billy and Stu reveal themselves and I grin burying my head in his chest.

“Seriously? What do I have to do to get that kind of reaction from you?” He asks rolling his eyes.

“Get a ghostface mask.” I say grinning as I play with his hair.

While laying on his chest I breathe deeply trying to match my breathing with his. He holds me tightly rubbing my back with his hand. I yawn when the movie ends and I try to get up but he holds me closer to him.

“You’re so warm…don’t go.” He says holding me tighter. I groan trying to lift myself up.

“I’m just gonna go make more popcorn, you find another movie, I’ll be right back I promise.” I say kissing him softly. I walk out of his room my fuzzy socks brushing against the floor. Chris and Nick were watching their own movie in the living room.

“Have you been able to keep your hands of each other for once? You don’t look like he tore your insides apart yet.” Chris says pausing his movie to look at me.

“Chris, shut the fuck up you’re so weird.” I say running a hand through my hair as my face turns red in embarrassment. “We can keep our hands off each other…” I say as I put the popcorn in the microwave.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you two making it through a whole movie without touch—”

“Okay Chris stop.” Nick says freeing me from his comments. I go back to Matt’s room and he has smile pulled up.

“Hell no Matt. I’m not watching smile.” I say sitting next to him in the bed.

“Come on, I wanna see it.” He says hitting play and wrapping an arm around me. I groan and settle into his side. “I’m gonna kill you if I get scared.” I mumble.

Near the middle of the movie I jump and Matt holds me tighter. “Come on sweetheart it’s fake, look.” He says pushing my head towards the TV. It was not a good time because the smile demon was in the corner of the room. I whimper and try to get closer to him if that was even possible.

I made it through a good amount of the movie without being scared but when it came to the end I jumped and screamed at every little thing, at some point I started crying and he paused the movie.

“I don’t like movies about demons Matt…I never have.” I say sobbing into his shoulder. He mumbled a curse word and holds me tighter.

“Y/n I swear I didn’t think you’d get this scared I’m sorry…” he says rubbing my back. He shushes me and tells me to breathe. After a while I’m fully calmed down and he hits play on the movie again.

“Remember baby, it’s all fake, it’s not gonna hurt you I swear.” He says moving his attention back to the tv. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

When the movie was over I climb off of him and wipe my eyes. “We should watch a cartoon.” He laughs and changes the show. A random cartoon playing.

“That good?” He asks. I nod and I end up falling asleep next to him.

Thanks for reading. I fucking love horror movies but the only movie that has ever scared me was Smile fuck that movie bro 😭

[dyeher]

warnings| pregnancy, domestic shit.

notes| draken being uncertain about how babies are made for 0.5 seconds.

“Oi! What the fuck is this?”

Your heart rate spikes at Draken’s tone, your mind flitting through all the things he could’ve found in your apartment that would warrant it.

“What the fuck is what?” you call back, reaching for a paper towel to dry your hands.

“This!” he exclaims and when he rounds the corner and steps into the kitchen with the pregnancy test held in one hand, a wild expression on his face, your heart skitters to an abrupt halt.

“It’s- it’s a pregnancy test Ken,” you say slowly, backing into the sink. He blinks once, lips parting like he wants to say something but then snapping shut. He blinks again.

“You’re pregnant,” he says.

You nod.

“You’re pregnant,” he repeats, louder this time like he’s making sure you can hear him clearly.

“I’m pregnant.”

“How- what?”

“How the fuck do people get pregnant Ken?” you’re not sure if he’s happy or not and suddenly you remember why you’d been waiting to have this conversation. Because you’d never had it before.

“I mean- sex?”

It’s a question. “Yes Ken, from having sex. Specifically sex of the unprotected variety. And how often do we have that kind of sex?”

He gulps.

“Exactly.”

He blinks rapidly, the hand holding up the pregnancy test dropping limply to his side. “You’re fucking pregnant,” he repeats and this time there’s no mistaking the awe as he says it. “We’re having a kid.”

His eyes fall to your shirt covered stomach and then they raise to yours and your breath leaves you in a relieved whoosh. He’s smiling, it’s small and a little wobbly but it’s there and it tells you everything you need to know about how he feels about you being pregnant.

“I take it you’re happy?” you ask, a matching smile splitting your face as he invades your space. The pregnancy test is abandoned to the counter near the sink and Ken cups your cheeks gently.

“I don’t know what I am, but it’s way way way past happy,” he admits, breathlessly. “My heart is beating so hard I think that bitch might fly right out of my chest.”

You laugh wetly, your eyes dampening as he bends to leave a soft kiss to your mouth and then he sinks to his knees and lifts your (his) shirt enough to expose your stomach. One big palm splays open across your stomach, the other grips gently at your waist as he pulls you toward him.

“My kid’s growing in there.”

“Yup.”

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Holy fucking shit.”

“You’re gonna have to cut back on the cursing when they’re born,” you point out absently.

Draken’s eyes widen as he continues to stare at your stomach. “So much’s gonna change now,” he says to himself.

“Are you ready for that?” You ask tentatively. “A kid won’t be a walk in the park Ken.”

“I know,” he responds seriously.

“Okay.”

“Yeah,” he stands and steps back to give you a once over. “Thank you,” he says.

You pause. “For what?”

“Wanting to have a kid with me?” He says.

“Why would you thank me?”

“I don’t know okay! Aren’t you gonna like…get bigger? And eat all types of crap? My kids gonna do that to you and I feel like thank you might not be enough but…yeah,” he’s rambling and it’s so fucking adorable that this giant of a man is in your kitchen rambling his thanks to you for letting the child that you both made rearrange your body— their home for the next seven months— that your eyes fill with tears.

“You don’t have to thank me Ken,” you sniffle. “I’m okay with this, with whatever our baby wants to do to my body, it’ll be their home anyway.”

Ken nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you to him. “Is the crying thing going to be regular?”

Your crying turns into laughter. “Yeah,” you admit. “If you keep being sweet then yeah, the crying thing is going to be regular.”

[coquettetoji]

{⭐️} TOJI FUSHIGURO MOODBOARD

★ general toji hcs ★

— QUEUE WEST COAST BY LANA DEL REY

— let’s just pretend in this world he doesn’t have a son to actually care for yk.

— biggest beefiest juiciest (ok i’m exaggerating) but holy shit this guy is huge. i’m talking mma boxer huge, he takes great pride in his physic. and is guilty of being a gym rat.

— cockiest mf ever but in a hot way, he does that cheek tongue thing unintentionally and omlllllll

— toji definitely wasn’t the smartest in school, neither math smart, science smart or reading smart. he fucked most of his teachers but i mean he passed?

— although he wasn’t very academically smart, his skill in business and negotiating led to him earning a high position for a large financial group. drugs like hand over that amex????

— drives a motorcycle, i’m thinking ducati, as a hobby. 😏😏

— smokes cigarettes and drinks, his fav is hennessy, but other than that he’s a clean man

— was an emo in highschool, we don’t talk about that though. and neither does he.

— multitudes of tattoos across his body, mainly on his chest and arms though.

— his dream job as a highschooler was to open a tattoo parlor. he was surprisingly a good artist when it came to sketches.

— silver chains and silver jewelry, he’s pale so his complexion matches the colors better.

— sarcastic humor that would make kids cry. this guy treats everyone the same as if they’ll understand his humor and that makes him not so great around kids

— has a soft spot for cats, really wants to have a kitten but won’t ever commit to it/taking care of it

— has every single dating app downloaded not to date but just to get validation from everyone who swiped right on him. (gets at minimum 83 swipes per day)

— speaking of, his most used apps on his phone are phone (calls), messages, and instagram to watch his instagram reels 😋

— respectful towards women. although he seems like a d bag he does know how to treat a lady right

— drives a blacked out mercedes benz s class, ofc with tinted windows in case of.. yeah

— the scar running from the middle of his cheek down the side of his lip is from a fight during high school that got violent, he won though don’t worry

— grey/silver/green eyes, with jet black hair. he was genuinely gifted with godly genetics

— when he does smile, his lip corners turn up sharply giving him that joker smile type of look, my legs are wide open

— the most laid back chill guy ever, he doesn’t take life seriously enough for him to actually give a fuck

—6’4. argue with the wall.

— his hands are huge and the veins 😩😩😫😩😫 HEHEHE

— wears black compression shirts or black t shirts with sweat pants all day everyday, it’s his signature look

— he smells a bit like cigarettes and Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club, just an overall eye rolling back into head type of scent

— makes dad jokes all the time minus the part of him being an actual dad

— played basketball growing up just in his neighborhood, was good enough to go pro but his grades were ass lol

— he listens to these actual underground rock bands that literally no one has heard of or the sports podcast on the radio like a true dad

— kinda behind on everything going on in the world right now, but it’s okay bc we love toji for it regardless

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

my favorite incoming dilf with a midlife crisis 😫

honestly one of my fav boards yet, i tried so hard to find the perfect resemblance of toji and omg the scar too kinda works perfectly

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"The odds are ours."

Remy Lebeau x fem!reader

A/n: HERE IT IS!! it got delayed twice but its here!! thank you for all the love, for making this possible. Here's the FINAL part of the main series. To answer your question..no! the series is NOT over! i plan to continue this in little oneshots! tiny extras! now, without further ado! here's the last part! as usual, Angst/Comfort. Enjoy!! <3

Summary: When wade wilson dragged you into the mess you were miserable, mourning and utterly heartbroken but now, after following Wilson and Howlett around for hours, watching them fight you finally get your end of the deal. Seeing a man you thought you'd never see again.

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To say you were pissed was an understatement, you were livid.

You should have stayed. Ran back to the face you’ve been so familiar with for just a few hours. The very face that handed out a clean, fresh start. To forget the pain of the past, to live on with him.

But luck never favoured you. 

..Neither did gravity.

You learned that when your back slammed into a car. The force of it sent white hot pain up your spine and you could barely resist the urge to curl up and scream. First you leave behind a solid connection and now your ribs are broken. Nice.

Wade groans, hoisting himself off the car while Logan just..slumps.

“Holy shit that's deadpool!!”

“And wolverine!!”

..well, at least they don’t recognize you. You're half thankful, half offended.

“You're damn straight it is! Fox killed him. Disney brought him back! They're gonna make him do this till he’s ninety!”

Wade points his finger at Logan. Amusing the children and earning a scoff from the older man. You get a brief meeting of this..Peter guy that Wade has been yapping on about. He seems..sweet. Really sweet. That's a nice change. 

- - - - - - -

You follow the ketchup and mustard pots to the street. Seriously, the pain in your ribs is killing you. You’re almost tempted to ask Logan to carry you..or play dead.

That’s when you see him, the phony bastard. Paradox.

“No! Piss off! You’re too late!” 

He yells at all three of you, waving his arms until Logan snaps at him.

“You’re fuckin’ done.”

“Why was Thor crying!?”

  Wade jumps in, pointing an accusing finger...Well, now you just have to get a word in.

“Why’d you send him to get me!?”

You point to Wade. Seriously..why are you tangled up in this mess?

“How dare you! No one comes back from the void! I didn’t send him to get you! It was his idea!”

Paradox lets out a frustrated little huff. Logan speaks up, interjecting with an almost comedic growl.

“Tell that to Cassandra Nova.”

Oh, right on cue. The beam of orange tears into the empty space. The sound of boots and..it’s the man from before. The one Logan punched real hard. God you just want to see Remy again. 

“Paradox, we have a problem.”

His head twists to the side, A shuddering snap of bones occurs before Cassandra Nova steps out. Tossing the corpse to one side. She speaks, her tone is playful. Like she's bantering with Paradox.

“You tried to kill me.”

You tense up. Just the sight of her makes you feel cold. God, you wish you could just go straight back to Remy. The portal is open. The void is there. You can see it. Hell. Fuck it. 

You move to rush forward, not even paying attention to the conversation ahead..

“Now shoo. Mummy and daddy are having a conversation.”

You’re forced backwards, Flying back alongside Wade and Logan. At Least they’re cushioned by a car. You, on the other hand, smack to the ground with an obvious thud. You don’t have as much strength as you like, You can’t pull through, not like this. Your brain feels fuzzy, your eyelids are heavy and with one last curse from Wade..you fall unconscious.

- - - - - - -

The Fire is warm on your skin. It’s comforting. The familiar scent of burning wood and..Tobacco. Your head rests against the warmth of another body.

You jolt. You don’t even realise someone else is there, neither do you realise your surroundings.

The library. In the mansion. Your home.

You look up. You dread to see what you’ll find. Memories itching to tear from your weary bones. Begging for freedom against the confines of your mind..

But a familiar face stares back. Eyes soft with affection.

“Remy–”

The words die in your throat. You just stare. He takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Its soft, a gesture you could never scrub from your mind even if you tried.

“Mon amour..”

He coo’s so softly. It’s a sound you’ve missed. Before you can stop yourself. You throw your arms around his neck. WIthout missing a single beat, he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I–I thought– I thought I'd never see you again! How— How is this–”

He stops you, pulling you away just to cup your face. He avoids the question. Instead..he gives you a word of advice.

“You need t’move on Chère. Dis ain’t healthy. Holdin’ onto the past.”

It makes you feel sick. Why is he telling you this? Does he not want you to stay?

“But– I can’t let you go–”

How could you? You’ve loved him for years. Your affection never wavered for him.

“I know dat. Trust me, Gambit knows all dat.”

Despite his instance, you couldn’t. Why? Why would you? He was..everything.

“It ain’t gon’ be easy..but you gotta try– Gambit don’t want you stressin’ for de rest o’ yer life..”

He leaned down, his hands resting on your shoulders. Such a foreign feeling but oh..you missed it.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. He pulls away so slowly, like it hurts him to part from you. He’s always been a gentleman, he breaks your heart so softly.

“You deserve good t’ings mon amour..all dat good stuff is gon’ be yours..you just gotta take it.”

The flames in the fire roar. It's sweating hot. Remy seems to panic a little. His brows knit together and he cups your face.

“You’re never gon’ have to carry de burden anymore– everything's gon' go.”

Is it selfish to say you don’t care? It might be. The people, the friends, the history. Gone.

But this place isn’t a home, no without him.

Your Remy. Your Dashing Cajun.

A man who has seen so much but never loves too little.

A fresh, painless start is what you need.

He’ll find you. He always does

- - - - - - -

Your head feels like it's splitting open. God, everything is hurting. Your ribs, your knees, your heart.

Fuck, what the hell happened?

Oh, right..

You sit up, immediately regretting the decision. Pain climbs up your spine, causing you to wince.

“Easy, bub.”

A gravely but surprisingly soft tone comes from the all familiar Logan.

His hand rests on your chest, gently pushing you to lay back down. For a moment, he watches you. Eyes taking in your trembling form. His hand, still resting on your chest, twitches softly. These hands have spilled so much blood yet they’re so tender on the people he cares for. Hah, lucky you. Sneaking into Logan Howlett’s heart, making him play doctor. There's an authoritative yet parental hint to his touch.

He lets you relax before he breathes out a quiet sigh, shaking his head.

“Wade’s playing hero. Said something about a gift to you for all your..hard work.”

You can tell he’s trying not to laugh. A breathy chuckle leaves him as he sits back down in the arm chair.

“How long have i–”

Your voice is..embarrassingly raspy. Seems like it's been out of action for a bit but Logan knows what you're asking him.

“Day and a half at most. You ain’t missed much. We saved his universe and uh..essentially became his roommates. Hah. I see that look. You seriously thought you could get away from ol’ mouth?”

You throw your head back with a groan. Shaking your head. God, first you lose your home and you’re already checking in to a new one? It’s happening way too fast for you to even–

“You think I still have that spare mattress? I can’t remember if i tossed it out yesterday or–”

Wade, completely geared out in costume, casually struts out of that blazing orange portal with..

Remy. 

The Remy you met in that dump–

He’s battered, for sure. A nasty cut lines his cheek and his nose is coated in more of the sticky red liquid. He’s limping. Straining to get inside without toppling over. His usual charm seems to be tossed out the window as he coughs into his fist, shoulders trembling.

“Oh there’s our sleeping beauty! Hi sweetie! Did you have a nice coma? Look what your buddy Wade got ya– and he’s all yours! We can sort out a collar tomorrow–”

He’s obviously making it sound like Remy’s some kind of dog– leashed and collared and to be honest? He might as well be. Look at those puppy dog eyes.

“Chère..”

He breathes out so softly. For a moment..it’s like you’ve known him your whole life. Wade backs up and grabs Logan’s arm. Muttering about needing to “find the mattress.”

You rush forwards, stumbling slightly and without thinking you crash against the Cajun’s chest. It’s so warm, so comforting. A breath of fresh air after the polluted heartbreak. He caves immediately. He wraps his arms around you, cradling your head against his chest.

“There's my girl..”

He speaks so softly, like you’ll shatter under his touch. You know you're crying. Pitiful cries slip past and he hushes you softly like he did that night in the hideout. It breaks his heart to see more tears but he knows it's out of relief. 

There's no need for words, not when he swoops down to cup your jaw, tilting your head up to pepper your forehead in featherlite kisses. 

He came from nothing. Living off the scraps of garbage and the skills he had. You, a version of you, changed his life for the better. He lost you once before and now he’s never losing you again. This is the start of the best new leaf anyone could wish for. Some call it relighting old flames, but is it really an old flame if it never burnt out?

You look up at him, meeting his gaze. Something clicks in your head the minute he leans in closer..

He pauses, he's a breath away from taking your own but he waits..he needs to know you're ready. It doesn’t matter if it takes years. He’d wait a thousand years if it meant he got to return to your loving arms.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait any longer. You meet him in the middle.

His lips are incredibly soft against your own, he tastes like liquor..it's no surprise or a shock. You already knew the taste. It was seared into your mind for good.

He outright groans in satisfaction. You can tell he’s overjoyed by the way he fumbles. He’s not sure where to hold you. It's cute, his hands try to find purchase anywhere they can. They settle on your waist before his arms decide to wrap around you, pulling you in deeper.

He’s breathless when you pull back. Cheeks flushed such a pretty pink. The tips of his ears are red. His brows furrow before he noses your cheek lovingly and presses his forehead to yours.

This is exactly where he wants to be.

He lets out a breathy sigh once more, his gaze meets yours.

“Might need to start hopin’ through portals some more if I get welcomed like dis..”

He laughs softly when you hit his shoulder gently. He pecks your nose in response, squeezing your hips.

“Ah, Behave chère, Remy’s only teasin’..”

Such a fool, but he’s claimed himself as your fool. 

The odds have always been in his favour. And this time, they brought him home.

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Thank you all so much! i love you all SO MUCH!! <3

[fqiryspit]

ahh congratulations on the milestone!!! you truly deserve it 💗 this is such a cool idea, i’m so excited to see what you write 💗

can i request smut 3, 22 and 27 pls? :) i really hope i did that right lol

hii babes! thank you so much! and yes you did it perfectly!

3, 22, and 27 = please kiss me, show me how much you need me, and do you think you deserve this?

bully!eren x nerd!reader

cw: dom!reader, pussy eating, sex in a classroom, squirting, whiny eren, and eren has a weird way of showing his feelings, reader wears glasses

leaning against the cold locker you picked at your nails, bored as ever.

as your glasses slid and halt at the end of your nose, you shake them back up just to see a face not inches away from yours

"shit!" you gasp, sliding up on the locker you were leaning on as he corners you in

"what the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, your features twist as you try and remember a time you pissed off eren intentionally

"what do you mean?" you relax, feeling angrier than frightened until he slams a hand onto the locker next to you, successfully closing you in

"last weeks quiz" he answers simply. you feel your shoulders tense as you recall him cheating off you, it's nothing new, except...well...you failed.

"you don't flunk quizzes, y/n." his jaw clenches down, eyes burning wholes straight through your frames

"well thank you" you chuckle, hiding how you desperately want to get out of this situation with humor

"don't try and be a smart ass now."

"what was so fucking fascinating you failed us both?" he asked, you were hoping he'd think you put the wrong answers on purpose and just erased them at the end. because that would've been a lot better from the truth.

"i-" you tuck your bottom lip in, fuck, you're probably so red right now

"holy shit" he remarks, you feel yourself sinking into the metal behind you as he barks laughter into your face "who was getting you so hot and bothered?" he asks, you turn away from him as you refuse to play into his torture

"oh, don't say it was-"

"armin."

eren was obviously taken aback by your statement, thinking it was him you'd be so distracted by. he felt the warmth pool to his cheeks before he could even digest what you just said

"oh." he slips out, disappointment thick on his tongue as your head shoots up from the lack of teasing

"what's so good about armin?" his question shocks you but you scoff before crossing your arms and looking up at him

"okay, well, first of all, he's not a dick...he's extremely smart, handsome, and-" suddenly you're being pushed to the room next to you, stumbling into the vacant art class

"what the hell" another pull and you're against the wall with his lips on yours, once you process what's happening you push him off you immediately

"eren! what the fuck!" you snap, wiping your lips off as heat pools your cheeks

"fuck- I'm sorry I-" he stutters over his words, placing a hand over his eyes to delete himself from this conversation

"what's...wrong with you?" you say a little more genuinely, eren...just kissed you? and now is, what...embarrassed about it?

"y/n, please I'm just- youstartedgoingoffaboutarminandimsorry" he says in one breath as you stand there, shocked.

soon you spit out a laugh, not taking him seriously until you watch him stare at the floor with shame

"oh, you're- you're serious?" you say through tears while walking towards him.

"so you being an absolute dick to be for the past, what, four months was just an act?" you yell,

"I'm sorry" "do you know how much you embarrassed me? made me look like an idiot?"

"do you think you deserve this? me?" you coo, going up to him as you even notice tears forming in his eyes

"aw, now you're gonna fucking cry" you taunt at him and he looks up at you finally. your eyes moving to his red ones, glossy and plump from the kiss you shared not moments before

"no, I wouldn't deserve you" he chokes out, you feel warmth pool in your panties. uncomfortably shifting as you decide to take a turn with this altercation

"show me..." you whisper, he stares at you, confused as you speak up again with more force

"show me how much you need me" his eyes blow as you move to kiss him, hands cupping his tan cheeks as your glasses squish into his face, your lips lap together frantically as you move to undo the belt he has on

with that, he follows and strips you of your jeans and spins you around, laying on the desk

moving to your soaked panties he rips them off hurriedly and moves to lick up your pussy, you've always heard the tall tales of the monster cock and unworldly fucking but never gave it the time of day, now you're living it.

your back arches against the glossed desk as you feel yourself unwinding already.

"fuck, eren" you moan out, moving to grip your own tit through your shirt as he continues to suck your clit until your cream spills on his face

he laps at the essence until satisfied and moves up to your face where his pupils were spinning and his chin was shining

"please kiss me" he slurs, deep voice rasping against your face as he waits for your move

you move up and kiss him, teeth knocking together as you move your lips rapidly

you feel his head nudging your entrance as you buck your hips toward it, he slides it in bit by bit as you try to relax as you take in his (now proven) monster cock

"holy fuck" you whisper, he kisses your temple as he thrust the rest of himself in, you moan into his tee shirt as he snaps his hips into yours, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he moves toward your ear

"I'm gonna make you fucking squirt on my cock" he says as if it's already set in stone, and honestly, with how he's treating you right now, you're gonna say it is.

"you terrify me ya'know" a hard thrust. "talkin' about armin like that" another. "like you fucking like him" again. "I'll treat you so well, you deserve it, especially after everything I did"

"I'm so sorry" he says but it goes through one ear and out the other

"eren," you move to try and catch his eyes with the pace you're being fucked at

"this is the perfect apology" you moan, he moves to kiss your cheek as you daze out, he rubs your clit again, pressing on it from time to time to tease you slightly

"fuck fuck eren-" you whine, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly

"me too baby, fuck you keep sucking me the fuck in" he groans, speeding up his pace as he haphazardly rubs your clit

"fuck! fuck!" you can no longer control your moans, the bell rings out and you're forever grateful as you both scream freely when you cum

(as promised) you squirt everywhere, and you're laid limp on the desk as you feel a kiss on your head and the muffled chatter of students in the hall

he moves to kiss you again, finding your lips so addictive as he gets more before saying,

"c'mon, we gotta get to class"

an: ahhh! I hope you liked this! also, thank you so so so much for requesting! I was so stoked to see your request and I'm already having a lot of fun writing these <33

[thursdayinspace]

For today's lunchtime porn, how are we feeling about some angry!sex? (Lunch breaks are for writing smut, aren't they?)

Whatever he’d expected when she showed up at his door that night, it hadn’t been this.

She’d looked so angry when she’d stormed in, tossing a file folder onto the small table by the window, telling him, fury in her eyes, “Here’s your fucking autopsy report. Don’t even bother reading it. I didn’t find a damned thing.” He’d felt bad for not listening to her. He’d still tried to argue his point.

And now here they are, on their knees on a creaky motel bed, the frame rattling as he pounds into her from behind. Her hands are gripping the slats of the headboard, bracing herself as she pushes back against him, and he holds onto her hips and doesn’t hold anything back.

“All day I spent in that morgue,” she pants, “all for nothing.”

He groans. She can’t let it go, even now. “It was our best lead and you know it.”

“No, Mulder.” She gasps as he hits a particularly good spot, but it’s not enough to make her let this go. “What I know is that I told you there was nothing there. And I was right.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and changes his angle until he gets her where she needs it on every thrusts, determined to make her beg for more. “You could have just as easily been wrong.”

“But I wasn’t. Oh god.” She drops her head and moans. “Harder.”

Irritation spikes in his chest. “I can’t fucking go any harder.”

“Seriously?” She throws him a look over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, and he can see she’s enjoying this. “I spent hours wasting my time on one of your insane hunches, and this is all you’ve got?”

He clenches his teeth and reaches one hand up to grab the headboard for leverage as every last shred of control falls away. He drives into her with a force he didn’t know he was capable of, and finally she lets go as well, rewarding his efforts with the most beautiful sounds he has ever heard. “You want it like this?” he asks, his voice rough. “Then fucking take it.”

“Yes,” she breathes, “That’s better.”

They’ll break the bed, he thinks, and she can explain that on their expense report. She’s the one who asked for this. He holds her in place with his free arm slung around her and, with his last functioning brain cells, wonders if this should feel as good as it does. “God, Scully,” he manages, and she moans out loud.

“A little more, just—” She slips a hand between her thighs and he knows she’s close, and he’s relieved because he honestly doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up.

But he will make her come, and he will make her come from this. He’ll make it so good for her she’ll be too fucked out and orgasm-high to continue this stupid argument. He doesn’t know why he thinks that will mean he’s won, but he’s not thinking straight, so it doesn’t matter.

She comes hard, crying out loud enough for the neighbors two doors down to hear her. He falls over the edge right along with her, ramming himself into her as deep as he can go, filling her up as the world fades to black for a second.

As reality swims back into focus, he’s on his back with her half draped across him, and he’s exhausted, but it feels amazing. “Holy shit, Scully,” he says, and she laughs softly against his chest.

“Yeah. I think that sums it up.”

“That was…”

“A very good end to a very long day?” she suggests, and he cards a hand through her hair and leans up to kiss her forehead.

“Are you…are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She sighs. “I don’t really remember what we were fighting about, to be honest.”

“You were angry because I made you do that autopsy—” He bites his lip, mentally kicking himself for bringing it up again.

She raises her head to give him a dark look. “Oh. Right. The one I repeatedly told you would be entirely pointless.”

He closes his eyes and puts one hand over his face. “Scully…”

“I mean, seriously, what were you even hoping to find…”

He groans. He should have known better than to think he could win this one, but he’s definitely not ready to give up.

[fallenandinlovewithhumanity]

Watched 9-1-1 for the first time (and caught up) Here are some unsolicited and unfiltered opinions about our fave gay firefighter show.

Bobby Nash: Must be protected at all costs. Traumatized dad doing his gosh darn best. So happy he is loved by the 118 and that he seems to be accepting that more now.

Athena Grant: There's a post out here somewhere about how people named after gods/goddess embody that deity. And Athena? Yeah she does exactly that. That woman deserves so much respect for the badass she is.

Howie "Chimney" Han: Silly goofy man who needs a hug and appreciation. His storyline with Kevin and every parallel to Albert made my heart hurt.

Evan "Buck" Buckley: Sweet baby boy, the firefighter Dean Winchester of another universe. I LOVE THIS MAN. Seeing him smile on screen is so infectiously amazing and I want to send a strongly worded letter to all the writers who are clearly trying to make sure I stay in the "fix-it" tag of Ao3. He is by far my comfort character in the show and someone needs to tell that man that he is loved.

Eddie Diaz: If I had to describe my type in two words it would be "Eddie Diaz." Holy fucking shit. (<- written by Buck.) But seriously, I've seen some stuff about how he's not the "best" latino representation because he does not have any specific cultural storylines ( I would love to see celebrations or other cultural things too, maybe for 8B and onward) but I for one feel represented plenty by his complicated relationship with expectations coming from his parents, partners (former or otherwise,) and himself.

Hen Wilson: GIVE THIS WOMAN A BREAK. I love her and it seems like she is always hurting when it comes to her family. Please give my queen a goddamn break. Some domestic bliss would do her kindly.

Maddie Buckley Han: When I say that I would die for her to be safe and happy, I mean it. The Buckley siblings have dealt with so much but Maddie, her storylines not only hit something compelling and dramatic but they are also too fucking real.

Christopher Diaz: I love him. Amazing. A fucking king. No Notes. Please come back to your dad(s).

Carla Price: LOVE THIS LOVELY HUMAN.

The Grant-Nash Fam: Harry and May are interesting characters and I really do love seeing them on screen, I understand why we see less of them though. Michael and David were lovely as well.

The Wilsons: Imma repeat what I said earlier, give them an episode where the biggest thing to happen is juice boxes getting left behind. They need a break. And give Karen more damn screen time that isn't just crying and fighting with Hen.

Josh Russo: the pre-Glee/ post Glee explanation was gold.

Captain Vincent Gerrard: Grumpy old man that needed a cozy job. Loved his "taking you under my wing" moment with Buck.

The Bigger Love Interests (Eddie):

Ana: I really liked her character, but saw how much anxiety was embedded into that relationship. She was never sure of her place and he was never sure he was ready.

Marisol: This felt weirdly rushed and like it happened mostly off screen. The nun thing was... catholic guilt intro I guess??

Shannon: Oof. The drama, the need for closure. I enjoyed having her on screen and I cried when she passed.

The Bigger Love Interests (Buck):

Abby: He was much more invested in the relationship and I think part of it was the circumstances but the way she left him was so damaging to his psyche. Not a fan.

Ali and Natalia: They did not leave a lasting impression on me. Though Natalia being interested in Buck because he died did raise some red flags.

Taylor: Listen... I love her fierce independence so much. But she did Buck so dirty. Trust issues and abandonment issues for Buck coming right back up.

Tommy: Narratively speaking, I tried to understand why he happened but I don't. His confusion at the beginning of the relationship just made me think that he just went along with what Buck thought he wanted. As a character, that man felt a bit one dimensional, and when he showed an ounce of personality it was always an interaction with Buck that made him feel lesser than. I feel blessed that man is off my screen.

The Writing/ The Plot:

At this point I am watching for the two idiots sharing a brain cell. But.. the disasters and plots are out of left field and really interesting. It takes a lot for a procedural type show to not fall into formulaic/ average 911 calls and I feel like at least one writer has a subreddit or something pinned to get ideas. I am far too invested in the 118 to leave now.

What do I ship at this point?

Buck and Eddie.

Athena and Bobby.

Maddie and Chim.

Hen and Karen.

Would I recommend this show?

Abso-fucking-lutely... if you enjoy some pain, I swear all these characters go through so much and the tissue boxes are not enough.

Thanks 9-1-1 for bringing me back to Tumblr.

And if anyone has headcanons, I would love to hear them!

[estellan0vella]

Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Thirty Two: Merry Fucking Christmas SS: 17 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 6.8K Content Warnings: Minyun fluffiness, sex talk, lots of graphic sex details, thoughts of relapse, implied sex Previous Next Masterlist

The living room is a cosy chaos of mismatched wrapping paper, soft pyjamas, and the warm glow of the Christmas tree. Minho is lounging on the couch, his arm casually draped over Hayun’s waist as she sits sideways on his lap. She’s clutching a steaming mug of coffee, her hair tied in a loose bun, looking completely at ease.

Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung are sprawled out on the floor and other seats, surrounded by their piles of gifts, laughing and bantering as they dig through their stockings and presents.

Hayun glances at the clock and sighs. “Hold up,” she says, setting her coffee on the table. She untangles herself from Minho’s lap, much to his displeasure, and heads to the kitchen. “I need to preheat the oven. If the roast isn’t perfect, I’ll cry.”

Minho stretches, watching her leave with a small smile. “You’d cry over a roast, but not a death threat? Makes sense.”

“Priorities, Minho,” Hayun calls back with a laugh.

When she returns, she’s immediately pulled back into Minho’s lap. He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You’re not allowed to move again,” he says, mock-serious.

“Possessive much?” she teases, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Damn right,” Minho replies, smirking.

Felix claps his hands together, his face lighting up. “Okay, who’s first? Let’s fucking do this.”

“Let Felix open his shit first,” Jisung says, nudging him with his foot. “We know he’s gonna have the best reactions.”

Felix grins, grabbing the first box with his name scrawled messily on it in Jisung’s handwriting. He rips the wrapping open to reveal a pair of sparkling Swarovski earrings. His jaw drops. “No fucking way!” he exclaims, holding them up to the light. “Jisung, you absolute legend.”

Jisung winks. “Knew you’d love them. You’ve been eyeing that shit for months. Figured it was time to treat you so you'll stop drooling on your laptop screen.”

Felix tackles him in a hug, nearly knocking over Jisung’s coffee. “You’re the best, dude. Seriously.”

Next, Felix grabs a neat, perfectly wrapped package with Jeongin’s name on it. “Wow, the wrapping alone screams not Jisung,” Felix jokes as he opens it. Inside are two hoodies he’s been obsessing over online. “Jeongin, what the fuck? These are the exact ones I wanted!”

Jeongin shrugs, a sly grin on his face. “I pay attention. Sometimes. Merry Christmas.”

Felix beams, hugging Jeongin tightly before moving on to Hayun’s gift. The wrapping is pristine, complete with a glittering bow. “I already know this is going to be amazing,” Felix says as he carefully unwraps it. Inside is a complete baking set, from high-end mixing bowls to silicone spatulas and cookie cutters. “Hayun! Holy shit! This is perfect.”

Hayun smiles. “I figured you’d put it to good use.”

“I’m baking for the rest of my life because of this,” Felix declares, hugging her tightly. He finally grabs Minho’s gift: a gaming store card. “Classic Minho,” Felix teases. “But honestly? Love it. Thanks, man.”

Minho smirks. “Knew you’d prefer that over me trying to guess what game you want.”

Jisung tears into his first gift, a sleek new laptop from Felix. “Holy shit,” he breathes. “This is- Felix, you didn’t have to-”

“Shut up,” Felix interrupts, grinning. “You needed it for editing. Merry Christmas.”

Next, Jisung opens Hayun’s present: a pair of high-quality headphones. “Hayun, these are fucking perfect,” he says, pulling them out of the box. “I’ve been needing new ones for, like, years.”

“Well, now you don’t have an excuse to complain about bad sound anymore,” Hayun teases.

When Jisung opens Minho’s gift, he bursts into laughter. It’s a book titled How to Ask Out Your Crush for Dummies. “You’re a fucking asshole,” Jisung says, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Minho high-fives him. “Merry Christmas, loser.”

Jeongin’s gift is a new microphone, sleek and professional. “This is for me as much as it is you,” Jeongin says, rolling his eyes. “I’m tired of editing podcast episodes and having you rerecord lines because your fucking mic is a heap of shit. Felix and Hayun picked good mics. You picked a shit one. So, you’re welcome.”

Jisung mock-glares. “I hate you, but thank you.”

Jeongin’s turn comes, and everyone bursts out laughing as he opens his gifts. A stack of gift vouchers from every single person because he is notoriously picky about his gifts. “Fucking predictable,” he mutters, but there’s a small smile on his face. “You guys know me too well.”

Minho’s first gift is from Jisung: another copy of How to Ask Out Your Crush for Dummies. They high-five again, both cackling. “We’re assholes,” Jisung says proudly.

From Hayun, Minho opens a sleek silver watch, his eyes widening. “Hayun, this is fucking stunning,” he says, slipping it onto his wrist.

“You deserve it,” Hayun says simply, her smile soft.

Felix’s gift to Minho is a British recipe cookbook. “You’re welcome,” Felix says with a grin.

Minho nods approvingly. “Fair enough. I’ll master this shit.”

Jeongin’s gift is an Aristocats sweater. Minho laughs out loud, immediately pulling it over his head. “Okay, this? I love it,” he says.

Finally, it’s Hayun’s turn. She opens Jisung’s gift first: a self-defence key ring with multiple tools. “This is actually really thoughtful,” Hayun says, her voice soft.

Jisung grins. “Gotta keep you safe, Mrs. Claus. Speaking of-” He hands her another gift, and she pulls out a sleeveless red dress with white fur trim. “You’re wearing that today,” Jisung says firmly. “Go full Mrs. Claus or I’ll riot.”

Hayun laughs, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous, but fine.”

Felix’s gift is a pair of new AirPods. “Perfect,” Hayun says, hugging him. “You’re the best, Lix.”

Jeongin’s gift is a paid-for spa day for two. “You need to relax,” Jeongin says simply.

“Thank you, Innie. This is amazing,” Hayun says, hugging him.

Finally, Minho hands her a small, elegantly wrapped box. She opens it carefully, revealing a silver ring with an aquamarine stone. Her breath catches. “Minho,” she says softly, looking up at him.

“It’s your birthstone,” he says, his voice low. “I figured it’d suit you.”

Hayun slides the ring onto her finger. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

The morning winds down as Hayun checks her phone. “Chan and the others will be here at twelve,” she announces. “We should all get ready. It’s all hands on deck for the Christmas roast.”

Jisung groans. “Hyunjin wanted to know if there’ll be any Korean food today?”

“For lunch, it’s the roast,” Hayun says, glancing at Minho. “And Minho’s making Korean food tonight, right?”

Minho nods. “Tteok guk, sweet potato noodles, beef bulgogi, japchae—the works.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jisung says, fist-pumping.

Hayun smiles warmly as she sips her coffee. “Merry Fucking Christmas, guys.”

“Merry Fucking Christmas,” everyone echoes, laughter and warmth filling the room.

Hayun and Minho step into her room, the soft morning light filtering through her curtains, casting a warm glow over the space. Her vanity is cluttered but organized, an array of makeup brushes, palettes, and skincare products arranged in neat chaos. Minho flops onto her bed, still in Jeongin’s Aristocats sweater, grinning at her as she settles into the vanity chair.

Hayun grabs a cleansing wipe, running it over her face. “You sticking with the sweater?” she teases, glancing at him through the mirror.

“Damn right,” Minho replies, tugging at the hem of it. “This shit’s amazing. But I’m not wearing pyjama pants all day. I have standards.”

Hayun chuckles, tossing the used wipe into the trash before reaching for her foundation. “Standards? You? In that sweater?”

Minho props himself up on his elbows, watching as she dabs foundation onto her skin. “Don���t knock it, princess. I look good in this. Besides, you should be grateful. I’m tolerating all this holiday chaos for you.”

She smirks, blending her makeup. “Oh, so noble of you. Truly, a martyr.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line,” Minho quips, stretching out on her bed.

Hayun moves onto her eyeliner, leaning closer to the mirror as she carefully draws a sharp wing. “You’re doing a great job, Min,” she says dryly.

Minho sits up, grinning. “Damn right, I am. Now hurry up, I want to see this Mrs Claus dress Jisung got you”

Hayun rolls her eyes but finishes her makeup quickly, applying silver and white eyeshadow with precise strokes. A coat of mascara follows, her lashes curling up perfectly. She dusts on a bit of highlighter and lip gloss, then swivels in her chair to face him. “Ta-da.”

“Beautiful,” Minho says simply, his tone softening. Then he smirks. “But let’s see the dress.”

Hayun stands, slipping off her silk robe, revealing her white lace bra and underwear. Minho’s gaze immediately sharpens, his smirk growing. “Well, Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

“Shut up,” Hayun says as she grabs the dress. She pulls it over her head, the sleeveless red fabric fitting snugly, the white fur trim brushing against her shoulders and thighs. She adjusts the black belt with the oversized buckle, smoothing the fabric over her hips.

Minho whistles low. “You’re actually pulling off the Mrs. Claus look. Impressive.”

“Thanks, I guess?” Hayun laughs, bending over to rummage through her sock drawer.

Minho’s eyes flick to her and then quickly away. “Hayun,” he says, his voice taking on a teasing edge.

She turns, a pair of white fluffy socks in her hand, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Minho is holding a sprig of mistletoe above his head, grinning. “Let me kiss my girlfriend under the mistletoe.”

Hayun’s eyes narrow playfully. “Girlfriend? You still haven’t watched Harry Potter.”

“I will,” Minho counters, his grin widening. “You know I will.”

“Then ask me properly,” Hayun challenges, crossing her arms.

Minho scoffs, but his tone is light. “Me giving you that expensive-ass ring that’s sitting on your finger wasn’t enough?”

Hayun leans back in her chair, tilting her head. “I don’t recall you actually asking.”

Minho groans, clearly dramatic for effect. “Fine.” He clears his throat. “Jang Hayun, I’m just a guy, standing before a girl-”

“Are you being serious?” Hayun interrupts, laughing.

Minho laughs too, lowering the mistletoe. “Okay, okay. Seriously this time.” He takes a breath, his expression softening as he looks at her. “Jang Hayun, will you be my girlfriend?”

Hayun tilts her head, pretending to consider. “Hmm... let me think about it.”

“Seriously?” Minho exclaims, his voice rising an octave.

She smiles, leaning forward, and Minho takes the opportunity to kiss her, holding the mistletoe above their heads. The kiss is soft but lingering, his free hand resting on her waist as he pulls her closer. When they break apart, he rests his forehead against hers, smirking. “So, is that a yes?”

“Obviously,” Hayun murmurs, her voice light and full of warmth.

Minho pulls back slightly, his expression shifting to something more mischievous. “You need to wear safety shorts with that dress, though.”

“What?” Hayun asks, confused.

“You bent over, and-” Minho gestures vaguely, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Hayun groans, rolling her eyes as she grabs a pair of hotpants from her drawer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m practical,” Minho says, leaning back against her bedframe. “Actually, you probably just shouldn’t bend over at all.”

“Noted,” Hayun mutters, pulling on the hotpants under her dress.

Minho watches her, a smug grin on his face. “Good. Crisis averted.”

She shakes her head, laughing softly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you fucking love it,” Minho counters, standing and adjusting his sweater. He swaps his pyjama pants for black cargos, then holds out a hand to her. “Come on, Mrs. Claus. Let’s go play host.”

Hayun takes his hand, her smile warm and genuine. “Let’s go, Grinch.”

The living room is filled with the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine, the table groaning under the weight of the Christmas roast. Hayun flits between the kitchen and the dining area, making sure everything is perfect.

Plates are piled high with turkey, chicken, beef, gammon, and an assortment of perfectly roasted vegetables. The gravy boats sit strategically placed among bowls of stuffing, cranberry sauce, and Yorkshire puddings.

Changbin takes one look at the spread and practically moans. “This,” he declares, waving a fork dramatically, “is fucking heaven. Hayun, thank god for your Western influence.”

Hayun laughs as she takes her seat, raising her wine glass in a mock toast. “Cheers to Etta. May she thrive in hell and entertain Satan.”

Jisung cackles, raising his glass as well. “Oh, I miss Etta. She was your best foster parent, hands down.”

“She was a hot fucking mess,” Hayun agrees, clinking her glass against Jisung’s. “But she knew how to roast a chicken.”

“Roast a chicken?” Minho repeats, smirking. “I feel like she could roast a soul.”

“She probably did,” Felix chimes in, pouring himself another glass of wine. “But at least the food was good.”

As everyone digs into the feast, the atmosphere becomes warm and relaxed. Hyunjin is delicately slicing his turkey while Jisung is halfway through his second helping of gammon. Jeongin is buttering his fourth roll when Chan leans back in his chair with a mischievous grin.

“Alright,” Chan says, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Let’s spice things up. Who has the most embarrassing sex story?”

There’s a beat of silence, then Felix snickers. “Oh, this is about to get wild.”

Jisung doesn’t even hesitate, raising his hand like a student in class. “Okay, okay, I’ll go first. So, I was giving this guy head, right? Things are going great, he’s about to come, and then- Bam! He fucking cums in my eye. I’m stumbling around half-blind, tears streaming down my face, trying not to scream.”

The table erupts into laughter. Hayun nearly chokes on her wine, and Hyunjin is laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach.

“That’s horrifying,” Seungmin manages to get out between laughs. “Did it, like, burn?”

“Like acid,” Jisung says dramatically. “I swear I saw god for a second.”

Hyunjin wipes his eyes, grinning. “Alright, my turn. I hooked up with this guy, super hot, right? But halfway through, he fucking farts. Loud as hell. And I didn’t stop him. I just held my nose and let him keep going.”

Jeongin groans, burying his face in his hands. “Hyunjin, no.”

“Yes!” Hyunjin says, throwing his hands up. “Because I’m a fucking trooper.”

The laughter only gets louder. Felix shakes his head, raising his hand. “Okay, okay, I have one. So, I’m in this threesome, guy, girl, you know the vibe. The girl’s on her back, and the guy’s railing me in doggy style. But the girl starts queefing, and guess who has to fix it? Me. I’m fingering the air out of her while getting railed. It was like a fucking symphony.”

Everyone loses it. Jisung actually falls off his chair, wheezing. Hayun is covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and Minho just shakes his head, laughing. “Felix, what the fuck.”

Felix grins, completely unbothered. “Hey, I was multitasking. That’s talent.”

“Alright, my turn,” Chan cuts in, raising his glass. “So, a guy was sucking me off, right? And he gagged so hard he nearly vomited.”

There’s a collective gasp of horror, and everyone’s eyes immediately snap to Jeongin, who takes a long sip of his wine. “I struggled to relax my throat that day,” Jeongin admits, deadpan.

Chan pats his shoulder, laughing. “It’s alright, Innie. If you’d actually vomited, then it would’ve been awkward.”

“Fucking hell,” Changbin mutters, shaking his head. “That’s brutal.”

Seungmin clears his throat. “Okay, my turn. I was with this girl, and she kept trying to wear a tail butt plug in bed. Like, a fox tail or some shit. I didn’t know what to do when I saw her with it in.”

“Did you pull it out?” Hyunjin asks, wide-eyed.

“No,” Seungmin says, his tone dry. “I just stared at it for, like, a solid minute before pretending I didn’t see anything.”

Jisung turns to Hayun, grinning wickedly. “Oh, Yunnieee. Your turn.”

Hayun immediately starts reading the wine label in her hand, avoiding his gaze. Minho raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

“Oh, come on, Yunnie,” Jisung presses. “Tell them the handcuff story.”

“Handcuffs?” Minho repeats, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Hayun.

Jisung smirks, leaning back in his chair. “So, once upon a time, our dear Yunnie brought home a guy from the club. Ugly as fuck, but hey, who am I to judge? Anyway, they get freaky, and then I hear her shouting for me. I grab my bat because I think this guy’s hurting her. Felix comes out with a deodorant and a lighter, and Jeongin’s holding a brick.”

Felix nods, laughing. “True story.”

“We burst in,” Jisung continues, “only to find Yunnie handcuffed to the headboard. The guy fucking lost the key. So, there we are, on our hands and knees, trying to find this damn key.”

“It was hilarious,” Felix adds, grinning.

Minho looks at Hayun, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Princess, you’ve got layers. Handcuffs?”

Hayun drains her wine glass, glaring at Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin. “We swore to forget that, assholes.”

Changbin chuckles, raising his hand. “Alright, I’ve got one. I was with this guy, and he asked me to pick him up mid-fuck. So, I did. Then I got a cramp and dropped him.”

The laughter is deafening. Felix is clutching his sides, tears streaming down his face. “Oh my god, Changbin, no!”

Finally, everyone looks at Minho. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I was with this girl, and we decided to try anal. She farted during the prep, and I couldn’t get hard around her ever again.”

The room erupts. Even Hayun is laughing, her cheeks red as she leans against Minho. “Oh my god, Min,” she says, giggling. “That’s awful.”

“Tell me about it,” Minho mutters, pouring himself another glass of wine.

By unanimous vote, Felix is declared the winner. Everyone raises their glasses, grinning. “To Felix,” Chan announces. “King of awkward fucking sex.”

Felix lifts his glass with a dramatic bow. “Thank you, thank you. It’s a hard crown to wear, but someone’s gotta do it.”

Plates are steadily being emptied, though Felix is still eyeing a second helping of gammon while Changbin holds court over the mashed potatoes. Minho sits beside Hayun, his arm draped casually over the back of her chair as they sip from their wine glasses.

“So, Princess,” Minho starts, his voice dripping with amusement, “handcuffs, huh? Should I be worried, or is that your way of hinting at something for our next date?”

Hayun, ever composed, smiles sweetly and looks up at him through her lashes. “Why, Minho,” she says, her tone innocent and lilting, “are you saying you’re interested in tying me up?”

Minho groans softly, covering his face for a moment as laughter erupts around the table. “Don’t do that,” he mutters, his voice low and strained. “That fucking look. It’s criminal.”

“What look?” Hayun teases, feigning ignorance as she takes a delicate sip of her wine. “I’m just sitting here, minding my business.”

“Bullshit,” Minho counters, narrowing his eyes at her. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Jesus, Hayun. Do you have to be this much of a menace?”

Hayun tilts her head, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Min,” she starts, her tone dripping with faux-curiosity, “do you have a corruption kink?”

The table collectively groans with laughter, and Jisung practically wheezes as he smacks the table. “Oh, she’s got you, dude. Fucking checkmate.”

Minho hums, taking a long sip of his wine as he considers her. “You know what? Maybe I do. Wanna test it?”

Hayun giggles into her glass, her cheeks turning pink. “You’re ridiculous,” she says, shaking her head, but there’s a playful gleam in her eyes.

“You love it,” Minho shoots back, smirking. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur just for her. “And for the record, if I’m the one using the handcuffs, you’re not calling for Jisung to save you.”

Hayun nearly chokes on her wine, laughing as she bats at his chest. “Minho, you can’t just say shit like that!”

“Can and will,” he replies, grinning. “You should know that by now.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the table is deep in a new round of teasing. Jisung, emboldened by wine and chaos, is zeroed in on Hyunjin. “So, let me get this straight,” Jisung says, leaning his chin on his hand. “Guy farts during sex, and your response is to just keep going like nothing happened? That’s commitment.”

Hyunjin flushes, rolling his eyes as he stabs at a piece of turkey. “What was I supposed to do, stop? It’s not like there’s a manual for that situation.”

“Stop?” Jisung repeats, feigning horror. “Yes, Hyunjin, stopping is exactly what you do when someone farts mid-fuck. You’re not a goddamn priest absolving him of his sins.”

Hyunjin glares at Jisung, though there’s no heat behind it. “Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Jizz-in-the-Eye.”

The table erupts again, Chan nearly spilling his drink as he doubles over in laughter. “Alright, big guy,” Jisung locks in on Chan, his grin returning. “Let’s hear about your perfect sex life. What’s it like being the patron saint of blowjobs?”

Chan leans back, smirking as he rests an arm on the back of Jeongin’s chair. “Ask Innie,” he says smoothly, earning a loud, disbelieving laugh from the rest of the group.

Jeongin groans, covering his face with one hand. “Why do you insist on dragging me into this?” he mutters, though the corners of his lips twitch upward.

“You dragged yourself in when you didn’t relax your throat,” Chan teases, nudging Jeongin playfully. “It’s a team effort, baby.”

Jeongin sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up. “Fine, I’ll work on my form. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Chan says, his grin widening.

Seungmin, who’s been quietly sipping his wine, raises an eyebrow at the exchange. “You two are disgusting,” he says dryly. “And that’s coming from someone who once had to pretend a fox tail wasn’t a giant red flag.”

Hayun laughs, leaning into Minho’s side. “This table is chaos,” she says softly, shaking her head.

“And you love it,” Minho murmurs, kissing the top of her head.

Jisung, ever the instigator, turns his attention back to Hayun and Minho. “Alright, lovebirds. You’ve been weirdly quiet. Something you wanna share?”

“Not a thing,” Hayun says quickly, her cheeks turning pink.

Minho smirks, glancing down at her. “Oh, we’ve got plenty to share,” he teases. “But I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

“Fucking spill,” Jisung demands, leaning forward eagerly.

“Maybe later,” Minho says smoothly, raising his glass in a mock toast. “For now, let’s focus on what’s important: Hyunjin’s inability to stop mid-fart.”

“Fuck you, Minho,” Hyunjin groans, though he’s laughing as he flips him off.

Felix frowns and glances around the room. “Hold up,” he says, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Everyone’s here, right? That makes nine of us.”

“Yeah, why?” Changbin asks, raising an eyebrow.

Felix points toward the hallway. “So who the fuck just knocked on the door?”

The room falls quiet, and Hayun stands, smoothing her dress. “I’ll check. Probably just a neighbour or something,” she says lightly, leaving the dining room.

She heads down the hall to the front door, the soft hum of conversation picking back up behind her. When she opens the door, there’s no one there.

Just a small package sitting neatly on the welcome mat. Her name is written in neat, cursive handwriting across the top. A chill runs down her spine, and she glances up and down the quiet street before picking it up.

Back in the kitchen, Hayun sets the package on the counter and grabs a knife to cut it open. Inside, there’s a small note resting on top of a smaller box. She unfolds the note, her heart sinking as she reads:

Happy Christmas, from a friend x

Hayun’s hands tremble as she opens the box inside. Two bottles of oxycodone sit nestled within. Her breath hitches, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s tilting.

“Fuck,” she whispers under her breath, staring at the pills. It’s been over a month since Minho helped her get clean, but the sight of the pills stirs something deep and ugly inside her. She clenches her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fights the urge.

The kitchen door swings open, and Chan steps in. He freezes when he sees the look on her face. “Hayun? What’s going on?”

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and glassy. Wordlessly, she gestures toward the open box. Chan steps closer and peers inside, his jaw tightening. He sucks in a sharp breath, then quickly wraps an arm around her shoulders.

“Fuck,” he mutters, closing the box and holding it tightly. “Hayun, who sent this? Did you-”

“No,” she interrupts, her voice shaking. “But I nearly did. I was just... I don’t know, Chan. After the doll at the college, and now this... I can’t—” She cuts herself off, taking a deep, shaky breath.

Chan squeezes her shoulder gently. “Hey. It’s okay. We’ll deal with this. But we’re not telling anyone else right now. They’ll freak, and it’s Christmas. We’ll figure this out, alright?”

Hayun nods, biting her lip. She pulls open a drawer and takes out a pack of cigarettes. Chan raises an eyebrow. “You smoke?” he asks, his voice laced with surprise.

Hayun shrugs, already pulling one out and lighting it. “Only when I’m really fucking stressed,” she says, taking a deep drag. She opens the kitchen window and perches on the counter, blowing smoke out into the cold air. “Like right now.”

From the dining room, Jisung’s voice carries through dramatically. “Hayun! Did you burn the crumble? Is that why you’re smoking?”

Hayun leans back, exhaling a stream of smoke. “No, Ji! Just needed a cigarette.”

That sets off a chorus of voices from the dining room. Changbin’s incredulous tone cuts through first. “You smoke?”

Hyunjin is right behind him. “Since when?”

Seungmin’s dry voice adds, “I thought she was too pretty for that.”

Minho steps into the kitchen just as Chan discreetly grabs the box and shoves it into his backpack. “Gimme one, Princess,” he says, his smirk lazy but warm. “Guess it’s time to come clean. I’ve been hiding my vice from you. I spray air freshener in my car every time I pick you up.”

Hayun laughs softly, tossing him the pack and her lighter. “Should’ve known you weren’t perfect,” she teases.

Minho catches them easily, lighting a cigarette. He takes a long drag, exhaling with a sigh. “Nope. Just very, very close.”

Hayun rolls her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

Chan shakes his head, glancing between them. “You two are unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat in his voice.

Minho smirks, leaning closer to Hayun. “So, Princess, what else are you hiding? Got any other surprises up your sleeve?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Hayun replies, her tone light despite the storm still brewing in her chest. She takes another drag, blowing the smoke out the window as the faint sounds of laughter drift in from the dining room.

Minho and Hayun flick their cigarette stubs out the window, the glowing embers disappearing into the night. Minho turns back to her, leaning against the counter with a mischievous smirk. His eyes trace the red dress, the fur trim framing her shoulders and neckline, his gaze simmering with something unspoken.

“You in this dress,” Minho murmurs, stepping forward until he’s standing between her legs. His hands rest on either side of her hips, his presence warm and electric.

Hayun tilts her head, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Do you actually have a corruption kink?” she asks, her voice light but curious.

Minho nods without hesitation, his eyes darkening slightly. “You have no idea, Princess. I wanna do things to you that’ll earn us a permanent spot on the naughty list.”

Hayun giggles, her cheeks flushing as she playfully nudges his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m not joking,” Minho counters, his voice dropping lower, the smirk on his lips replaced by something more intense. “I’m serious, Hayun. You’re fucking stunning in this dress, and it’s killing me.”

Her laughter softens, replaced by a warmth in her chest she doesn’t quite know how to describe. Before she can respond, Jisung’s voice echoes loudly from the dining room. “Where’s the crumble?!”

Hayun sighs, rolling her eyes as she gently pushes Minho back. “Duty calls,” she says, hopping down from the counter. “Pull the crumble out of the oven for me?”

Minho groans theatrically but obliges, grabbing an oven mitt and retrieving the bubbling apple crumble. The warm, sweet scent fills the kitchen as he sets it down on the counter. Meanwhile, Hayun pulls out a saucepan and starts whisking eggs, sugar, and milk together to make custard from scratch.

As she works, Minho grabs a bowl and starts whipping cream with a whisk, his arm moving rhythmically. “A sprinkle of cinnamon and brown sugar?” he asks, glancing at her for confirmation.

“Exactly,” Hayun replies, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.

Minho smirks, sprinkling the ingredients into the cream and continuing to whip. “What if we saved some of this cream for later?” he asks, his tone laced with suggestion.

“Oh?” Hayun hums, not looking up from the custard. “What for?”

Minho leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Princess?”

Hayun laughs, shaking her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

Minho dips his finger into the cream, gathering a dollop before swiping it lightly across Hayun’s lips. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs before leaning in and kissing her, his lips warm and soft against hers, the sweetness of the cream lingering between them.

Hayun smiles into the kiss, letting it linger before she pulls back slightly. “You’re trouble,” she says softly, her eyes glinting.

“Only for you,” Minho replies, brushing his nose against hers with a grin.

The moment is abruptly interrupted as Jisung barges into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks, his eyes widening. “Ewwwwww!” he exclaims dramatically, pointing at them like a kid catching their parents kissing. “Guys, they’re making out!”

Minho pulls back reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah? So?”

Jisung scowls, scrunching his nose. “It’s gross! Don’t do that where we eat!”

Minho smirks, turning back to Hayun. “I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

Jisung freezes, his jaw dropping. “Girlfriend?! Oh fucking finally!” he shouts, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Took you two long enough!”

Hayun giggles, her cheeks flushing as she stirs the custard. “It wasn’t that dramatic.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “Oh, it was. You two have been eye-fucking each other for months and doing all this Georgian Courting bullshit. The sexual tension was unbearable.”

Minho chuckles, leaning back against the counter. “You’re just mad it didn’t happen on your schedule, Ji.”

“Damn right I am,” Jisung huffs. “But seriously, congrats. Now get back to work; we’re all hungry as fuck out there.” He points dramatically at the crumble. “And don’t ruin the dessert with your horny vibes.”

Hayun laughs, shooing him out of the kitchen. “We’re almost done! Go sit down.”

Jisung leaves with a grumble, and Minho leans closer to Hayun again, a grin tugging at his lips. “You know, I don’t think we should let him off so easy. What do you say we feed him last?”

Hayun rolls her eyes playfully. “Be nice. It’s Christmas.”

Minho sighs dramatically, grabbing the whipped cream and placing it next to the crumble. “Fine. But only because it’s you, Princess.”

The evening settles into chaos as Minho takes over the kitchen, his usual teasing smirk replaced by an intense, no-nonsense demeanour. Pots clatter, and the savoury aromas of tteok guk, japchae, and manduguk waft through the house, but it’s hard to enjoy the mouthwatering scents over the constant barrage of Minho’s booming voice.

“Hyunjin, that’s fucking raw! Do I look like I want to kill everyone with undercooked meat?!” Minho shouts, his voice echoing through the house. "Chan what the fuck is that?!"

"How is this my fault?!”

“Because you’re holding the fucking knife, you idiot!” Minho snaps back.

From the safety of the living room, Hayun, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin sit curled up with glasses of wine, laughing as they listen to the chaos. Hayun takes a sip of her wine, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You three should probably go save your boyfriends.”

The statement lands like a grenade. Jisung chokes on his drink, Felix nearly spills his wine, and Jeongin gapes at her, wide-eyed.

“Hyunjin isn’t-” Jisung starts.

“Changbin isn’t-” Felix stammers.

“Chan isn’t-” Jeongin adds, his voice high-pitched.

Hayun grins, raising her glass. “But you all knew exactly who I meant for each of you.”

Jisung throws a hand in the air, indignant. “She gets a boyfriend and suddenly thinks she’s better than us.”

“Hyunjin, if you don’t stop fucking up those noodles, I’m going to strangle you with them! Chan, where’s the sesame oil?! Oh my god, Changbin, are you sautéing onions or murdering them?!”

Hyunjin’s voice cracks as he cries out, “Hayun, please help us!”

There’s a pause, and then Chan joins in. “Hayun, suck his dick or something! He might calm down!”

Changbin chimes in with a desperate edge, “Yes, please! Let him fuck you! Do whatever it takes to save us!”

Hayun sets her wine down and calls out sweetly, “Minho!”

A moment later, Minho pokes his head into the living room, his hair slightly mussed and his expression darkly amused. “Yes, Princess?”

Hayun gives him a mock serious look. “We’d prefer not to taste Hyunjin’s tears in our food, so maybe tone it down?”

Minho sighs dramatically, nodding. “Got it.” He ducks back into the kitchen and yells, “Hyunjin, stop fucking crying!”

Hayun shakes her head with a grin. “I tried.”

From the kitchen, Chan’s voice bellows, “No, you fucking didn’t! Suck his dick!”

Hayun rolls her eyes. “Minho, be nice!”

Minho’s tone turns mockingly gentle. “Oh, Hyunjin, you poor thing, don’t cry”

“Hayun, marry me!” A loud smack echoes through the kitchen, followed by Hyunjin’s dramatic whining. “He hit me!”

Changbin’s voice rises above the chaos. “Hayun, for fuck’s sake, help us!”

Hayun sighs dramatically but can’t help the smile playing on her lips. “Alright, alright, I’m coming to rescue you poor souls.”

She walks into the kitchen, her dress swishing slightly as she moves. The sight of Minho standing like a general in the middle of the culinary battlefield is almost comical. Seungmin calmly stirs a pot, looking entirely unbothered as Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin appear moments away from mutiny.

Minho spots Hayun immediately, and his gaze softens slightly, though he tries to maintain his no-nonsense demeanour. “You,” he says, pointing a wooden spoon at her, “do not touch anything. You may have mastered a roast, but you can’t even cook bibimbap without setting something on fire.”

Hayun smiles sweetly. “I didn’t come to cook, Min. I came to see you.”

Minho’s scowl fades completely, replaced by a smile. The shift is so sudden and drastic that Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin all exchange incredulous glances. Without a word, they drop to their knees in unison and begin bowing dramatically toward Hayun.

“Thank you!” Hyunjin cries, his voice filled with mock reverence. “Thank you for saving us!”

Chan presses his forehead to the floor. “She’s a miracle worker. A goddess among mortals.”

Changbin mutters under his breath as he bows. “We’re not worthy.”

Hayun laughs, the sound bright and light as she sets her glass on the counter. She steps closer to Minho, her hand trailing from his waist up to his chest, where she lets it rest. “Min,” she says softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “can you play nice? If you do-”

She leans in to whisper something into his ear. Whatever she says is too quiet for anyone else to hear, but the effect is immediate. Minho’s lips curve into a smirk, and his eyes darken with amusement.

Hyunjin, still kneeling, squints at them. “She’s gonna let him handcuff her or something, isn’t she?”

Chan waves a hand without looking up. “Shhhh, don’t ruin it. It’s working.”

Changbin leans toward Hyunjin and whispers, “She’s gonna be Mrs. Claus, and Minho’s gonna be Santa. I’m calling it now. Look at that fucking dress.”

Minho glances down at Hayun, his smirk widening. “Oh really?” he asks, his tone laced with teasing disbelief.

Hayun leans up to whisper something else, and this time, whatever she says has Minho chuckling lowly. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Well, if that’s what you’re offering, Princess, how could I not be nice to them?”

Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin bow even lower, their foreheads practically touching the floor now. “Thank you, Hayun!” they chorus, their voices filled with exaggerated gratitude.

Hayun steps back, picking up her wine glass again with a grin. “You’re welcome. I’m going to be on the naughty list for life because of this.”

The trio lifts their heads enough to thank her again, their voices earnest despite the ridiculousness of the scene. Minho pulls Hayun close and presses a kiss to her temple before turning back to the stove.

As Hayun walks back to the living room, Minho’s voice takes on an overly kind tone. “Chan, you’re doing great with the beef. Hyunjin, fantastic work on those noodles. Changbin, that onion slicing is top-tier. Keep it up, guys.”

Hayun flops onto the couch with her wine in hand. Jisung looks at her suspiciously. “What did you say to him?”

Hayun shrugs, her expression innocent. “Just gave him incentive to be nice.”

From the kitchen, Minho’s voice calls out. “Hyunjin, don’t cry. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

The living room explodes into laughter as Jisung shakes his head. “I don’t know what kind of voodoo you have over him, but I’m glad it worked.”

The living room is filled with the aroma of Minho’s cooking as he, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin bring in the dishes one by one, placing them on the coffee table and the makeshift tables Jisung hastily assembled from a few cardboard boxes. 

Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin immediately turn to Hayun, bowing deeply in her direction. “Our saviour!” Hyunjin exclaims dramatically. “Our goddess!”

Chan nods solemnly, playing along. “We owe you our lives.”

Changbin smirks. “If you ever need soldiers in your inevitable world takeover, call us.”

“You’re all ridiculous,”

As everyone settles on the floor or the couches, chopsticks in hand, Hyunjin fixes Hayun with an inquisitive look. “Alright, spill. What did you say to him? There’s no way you calmed the storm that fast without some kind of wizardry.”

Minho smirks from his spot beside Hayun, leaning back on his hand. “I don’t know if your virgin ears can handle this.”

Hyunjin flips him off without missing a beat. “Fuck off. Just tell me.”

“If you must know-” Minho starts, but Hayun interrupts by grabbing a dumpling and shoving it into his mouth.

“Nope,” she says, shaking her head with a smile. 

Minho chews exaggeratedly, his smirk undeterred. “Fine,” he says after swallowing, “but you just wait until later.”

Everyone groans, throwing small bits of food or napkins at Minho, who dodges effortlessly. As the meal continues, everyone digs into the feast with enthusiasm. Jisung moans dramatically after taking a bite of tteok guk.

“Holy shit, Minho, you’re wasted on Hayun. Open a restaurant already.”

Hayun swats at Jisung’s shoulder. “Hey! He’s not wasted on me.”

“You’re hogging him!” Jisung accuses with a grin. “I want weekly tteok guk deliveries.”

Minho raises an eyebrow, his tone deadpan. “You'll have to pay me.”

After everyone has eaten enough to be comfortably full, Minho stands and grabs Hayun’s hand, tugging her gently toward the stairs. “Come on, Princess,” he says with a smirk.

Hayun giggles as she follows, but the group’s attention is immediately piqued. Hyunjin leans forward, whispering, “Where the fuck are they going?”

The living room collectively peeks around the corner in time to see Minho scoop Hayun into his arms. She lets out a small laugh, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her up the stairs. The door to her room slams shut, and silence falls over the group for a moment.

Jisung finally breaks it, shaking his head. “Alright, everyone ready to enjoy the fucking sex-a-thon we’re about to be subjected to?”

Felix groans, flopping onto his back. “Why couldn’t they go to his house? I don’t need to hear this.”

Chan, sipping his beer, shrugs. “At least we get free entertainment.”

Twenty minutes later, the entertainment begins in earnest. The rhythmic banging of Hayun’s headboard against the wall echoes down the stairs, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of her moaning and Minho’s grunts.

“My best friend is being corrupted by a man,” Jisung laments, though his grin betrays his amusement. “A horny, filthy man.”

Chan raises a hand, motioning for silence. “Wait,” he says, leaning closer toward the staircase. “His dirty talk is actually good. Let’s listen.”

The group falls silent, save for the clinking of glasses and the occasional stifled laugh. Minho’s voice filters down clearly, his tone low and commanding. “That’s it. Just like that. You take me so well. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Changbin’s jaw drops, his chopsticks frozen midair. “Holy shit. I’m writing this down.”

Seungmin looks over, unimpressed. “You’re disgusting.”

“Excuse me for appreciating quality material!” Changbin retorts, mock-offended. 

Hyunjin crosses his arms, leaning back on the couch. “You all are acting like this is normal. It’s not. They’re up there fucking and we’re down here. Eating. Listening. This is fucked.”

“You’re still listening, though,” Jisung points out, grinning.

Felix sprawls across the couch with a groan. “Someone sedate me.”

Chan, clearly enjoying the chaos, leans back with a grin. “You know, this might actually be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

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buddie fic recs, pt 2

yall i hit 250 posts a few days ago so here's the Updated Version of my first post! aka ive read and posted a fuckton of buddie content since then :)

also i still don't tend to read long novel length fics very often so all are under 100k (most aus being 50-100k), and most oneshots are 5-10k words

best aus

racing with the brakes cut by letmetellyluaboutmyfeels. holy shit holy SHIT this one was good. altered my brain chemistry good. fast and furious au that sounds like it should be unexpected but honestly is more in character than canon

friends don't mean nothing to me (its us) by Kwills91. buddie becomes friends before eddie becomes a firefighter, and its just done ugh so well it was so brilliant. like seriously spamming my friend's texts brilliant keep chortling to myself abt it brilliant just ugh so good

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher. time loop buck pov where he thinks he doesn't love eddie back and its goddamn delightful ok

your fingerprints smeared on my heart (lead my back to you) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. oh god oh GODS this one WRECKED ME. 1800s buddie soulmate au with modern buddie as well jfc i WENT INSANE. yep ive posted abt this one already and i probably will again jfcccccc

when the universe screams by bucksbelly. omfg girl dad buck au? njwnasjdbvjhlsdfbfjh good lord this one was AMAZING go read it go read it right now

our secret moments in a crowded room (they've got no idea about me and you) by allstarsneptune. jfc im only human ok u give me sports players taylor swift themed au and i EAT THAT SHIT UP this was brilliant and even made me tolerate a few baseball references

canon compliant (ish) feelings realisations/first kiss

to build a nest (to build a home) by Kwills91. (yes ive been slowly working thru this writer's entire ao3 archive and yes theyre all brilliant, so im only putting a few on here. go read them all). this one made me fucking cry (for totally unimportant reasons don't think abt why shush) its so sweet go forth and enjoy

the ebb of your tide by twobirdsonestone. firefighter convention in indeannopolis (how tf do i spell that) = only one bed! super fun super cutesy

call me hot and pretty by anon. honestly conceptually i thought this would be kinda cringe and it fully wasn't i was so along for the ride

short n sweet (can you tell its my favourite kind)

inappropriate use of federal funding by spotsandsocks. this one is so...teehee teehee very fun

last and forever by kwills91, post s8 ep 6 which is super cute

what would you prefer i call you by kwills91 (seriously go look them up already). buddie first fight but its adorable

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre. another fic where everyone knows buddie is married but buddie

friends don't by disasterbuck. so silly so fun so real honestly

an inch away from more than just friends by ummrys. if you too want sapphic buddie smut go forth and enjoy and yes it will make you gayer

anything to make you stay by intellectual_applesauce. teehee bc eddie notices something about green shirts...

angsty and happy ending

stay with me (you're all i need) by accio magic. yep i reread this one and yep im recommending it again they COOKED ok they COOKED

leave the light on (ill be coming home) by HMSlusitania. i could not for the life of me remember if id read this one or not before so i just read it again and it was just as good it was soooo sooo good.

that is by no means all of the wonderful fics ive read but it is the extent im willing to go through my ao3 history. pls also check out the original post which has plenty more! ur all welcome (its a mess of an ao3 history guys this post has taken me ages)

also i should maybe self plug? ive got two random eddie pov oneshots up under the same username but ill do a new post when i start posting my big hiatus fix it fic!