#imagine him trying to go on a date and he can't even order half the stuff on the menu

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Richie Tozier had a strong stomach as a kid, he'd eat almost anything or everything without a stomach ache but as he got older his stomach just decided to bullshit him

[hoshigray]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 | choso kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k (bro, wtf???)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: y'all watched that new ep, right? right. anywaysss, in celebration of choso [and yuuji]'s big fight being animated, i was thinking of vampy bf! choso for a few days and how cute/hot that would be! soooooo, enjoy~~ ☆ and tysm for 2.6k!!

“Sooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?”

“Whatever happened to ‘How’s your day,’ ‘You doing okay,’ or ‘You still haven’t offed yourself after midterms,’ Nobara?”

“Yeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.” 

“I swear to Christ…” you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk. 

The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams. 

You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldn’t cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide!  

All four of you are depleted of fun; it’s non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hell…Despite that, though, there’s one thing you’re always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. You’ve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But that’s not the only thing you’re looking forward to…

Because this weekend, you’ll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you haven’t seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuuji’s older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person you’d love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and he’s, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with. 

Since the start of this semester, it’s been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought you’d never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Choso’s place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And that’s where you’re heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company. 

“All I’m saying is,” the brunette starts on the other side of the line. “If there’s ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.”

“I’m sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?” You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. “Besides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt we’d ever think of having sex.”

“Hmm, fair point —KNOCK KNOCK— WHO IS IT!!?” You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobara’s abrupt yelling. “Sorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.” 

“That’s fine. I’m already at Choso’s place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.”

“‘Kay, see ya later.” She bids you farewell. “Also, if you two ever do it this weekend and you don’t tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.”

“Good-fucking-bye, Nobara.” You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings. 

In just the nick of time, you make it to Choso’s townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug. 

“Y/n!” He’s always so eager and chipper when he sees you. “I was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.”

You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. “Oh, how come?”

“The phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.” He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. “Choso’s up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while I’m gone.”

“All right,” You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!” He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.

“I won’t; go get the pizza!” He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off. 

Alone with Choso…The thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. It’s been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriend’s arms is enough to wash off all the stress you’ve pent up for the past couple of weeks.

With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if he’s been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hours…Oh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that mean—

You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! That’s just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, it’s not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night —  the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Don’t think such horny shit, for God’s sake…

You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriend’s door. “Chocho?" You greet with a nickname. "It’s me, Y/n. I just got here and—“ 

CRASH!!

The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. “Ch-Choso? Everything all right?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. “Just wait, I gotta—Ow!!”

You know you shouldn’t have done what you’re about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.

You know you shouldn’t have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension. 

The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They must’ve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.

But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black “tattoo” on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smeared….Is…Is that blood?

Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. “Y/n…Just stay calm for me, okay?”

The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesn’t help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if you’re about to give way. So, what are you left to do?

You faint.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He stares at you, and you stare at him.

He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.

Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead. 

This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself — now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you haven’t said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.

“So,” you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. “Those pills…are filled with blood?”

“Yes…” He admits with his gaze still not away from you. 

“And you take them every day?”

“Twice a day…”

Okay…Next question, “And those small packets,” you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. “Also blood?” He nods slowly. “Human blood?”

He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. “No, no! It’s pig’s blood.”

Is that worse or better?? Never mind— You then point to your set of canines. “And your teeth, I’ve never seen them that long...”

“They only get like that when I don’t drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panicked…”

“Oh my God…” Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. “…..My boyfriend is a vampire.” 

Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didn’t even mean for it to happen, at least not like this.��Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that they’re a blood-sucking monster? It’s the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.

“That’s…” He cringes harder when you say more words. “So...” Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what you’d think of him now. He could only assume the worst; it’s only natural. “...Cool!!”

Wait, what? That’s not what he expected. Way off, actually.

He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, “—so…Choso!!” He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. “I’m asking you a question. So, since you’re a vampire, how come you’re not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?”

“You mean that stuff from the books and movies?” He questions your logic, but it’s not your fault; he’s sure many others would’ve asked the same. “I don’t know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.”

You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. “How come Yuuji isn’t a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?”

“No! No, he doesn’t. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadori’s mom, he didn’t change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isn’t fully a vampire. But I wouldn’t blow past it if he has some characteristics…”

“I see.” Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why he’s so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has… “So, how long have you been like this?”

“Almost a hundred and thirty.” 

Woah. “And when have—I’m sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?”

Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. “I started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pig’s blood for the past four decades.” 

“Do you ever have cravings for human blood?” Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.

“I do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and you…I guess it doesn’t feel right that I do so, ya know.”

His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. You’re sure it wasn’t easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.

“..…Have you ever thought of biting me?” 

The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you don’t regret asking because it’s not impossible to think of ever happening.

Choso’s brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. “…Yes.” 

Your expression doesn’t change, remaining neutral. There’s no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s very considerate, so no wonder he’d put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? “…Would you like to taste mine?”

His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. “A-Are you sure??”

You nod with a smile. “Yup. I mean, it’s not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood — let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,” you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. “If it were any other random vampire, I’d probably throw garlic their way.” 

The man scoffs at your comment. “Something also you see in books and movies, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” the two of you laugh at your silliness. “But I’m serious, Chocho. I’m fine as long you’re the one doing it. So, go on.” 

A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through. 

The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation. 

And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you don’t say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this — tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadn’t experienced in a long time…

“Choso?” You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. “You done there? Don’t want you sucking my arm dry.” You jest to him.

He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. “My bad.”

You tease him some more. “Do I taste that good to you?” You didn’t expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. “O–Oh…That’s good to know…” You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. “Can I take care of it?” 

Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; he’s so adorable and shy about this. “Mind I take the lead for a minute?” You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.

One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and it’s at this point that you two can’t get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl. 

Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his lo— WHAT THE FUCK!!??

His erection springs out from his underwear, and what you’re met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated — most definitely the longest you’ve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that you’re practically stuck looking at it. And…Is that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.

“Heh, you like what you see, princess?” Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?… Keep going.

Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what you’re doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.

He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.

“Ahhh, ahhnn, oh shit…” He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. “Oh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so goo—Nhhhh!!”

“Really?” You can’t deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. “That’s all that matters, then.” You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Choso’s whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.

With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, it’s now or never.

With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: you’re giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know you’d probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that he’s feeling elated.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Y/n, your mouth feels so good—Oh shit…” He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldn’t cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasn’t expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. “—Khhh, ohhhh, fuck…Y/n, baby, I’m—Ahahhh!!”

From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.

Yet it doesn’t stop there; of course, it doesn’t.  Because Choso’s cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning it’s inevitable that you’re going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is something…

“Y/n?” You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. “You don’t have to do the rest if you don’t want, baby. I can take care of it.”He’s so sweet looking out for you as he’s aware that you’re a little worried. 

But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. “As long as you take the lead, I’ll be fine, Chocho.”

It’s his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt that’s exposed for him. You chew on your lip, “It’s embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya know…”

“S-Sorry,” He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. “I’ll go real slow, okay?”You give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. “Relax for me, angel, relax.” He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you could’ve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside.  

However, he doesn’t move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and there’s no amount of words to describe the disbelief you’re experiencing at this moment. “I feel…so full already…” You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.

“I know, princess,” he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everything’s entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chos’s neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. “—Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ…I’m gonna go start moving now, Y/n.”

You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, it’s surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something you’ll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous. 

“Choso—Ohhhh…” you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. “So big, you’re so big for me—Ohooo!”

“—Mmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princess…Shiiiit—” The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.

“Ahahhnn!! Ch–Chosooo!!” 

Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now… He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth. 

You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.

“—Nnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, Ohmyfuckin’Go—Hhmmff!!” Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. “Chosooo!! Yer handsss, you’re gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!”

Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails you’re about to come on him any second now. “Go on, my angel. Ring me out—Hnnghh!! So fuckin’ tight…”

Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, it’s apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies. 

The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease. 

“Let you have a taste, now you’re already hooked, huh…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin — as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds. 

“You know,” You hum along as he takes care of your body. “I didn’t think you’d be that much of a biter.”

“Sorry,” he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. “Got a little carried away…”

You giggle. “No need to apologize, Chocho.” The nickname has him blush harder. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “Just goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.”

His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. “…Did you?” Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. “Did you enjoy it?”

You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess he’d probably think you didn’t like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasn’t the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him. 

With a warm smile, you let him know, “Yes, I did. I had a great time.” Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. “Hey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didn’t.”

 “Hmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,” He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. “But I don’t want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.”

“Wait, you don't want me to be a vampire?”

“I mean, that’s up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, that’s only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.”

You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you. 

“You’re so sweet, you know that?” You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. “Chocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. I’m sure it’s been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something you’re not, especially with me. So, again, thank you…However, I can’t really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.”

You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: “So, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, I’ll let you know. Sounds good?”

The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. “I’m cool with that.”

You nod. “Cool.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…You want more of my blood, huh.”

“…..I’m sorry,” you laugh at his awkwardness. “You just smell so good. And you taste sweet…”

“In that case,” you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. “Have one last taste.”

There’s hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows you’re complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasn’t too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it. 

And who knows? Perhaps you’ll grow to love the sensation soon enough.

“Yo! I’m back!” The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. “I got the pizzas and left them on top of the oven—“

The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine what’s going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.

Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Choso’s mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.

Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.

He fainted.

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly <3 header art by rororogi mogera + dividers by the amazing @/cafekitsune!!

[evilminji]

You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

[lollixp0p]

Valentine's lovin' (18+)

Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)

Word count: Just over 3k!!

Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!🙏

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.

He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.

He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).

Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.

Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.

"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.

"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.

Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.

Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.

He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.

During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.

When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.

After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.

He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.

"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.

"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.

The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.

Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.

While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.

The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.

Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.

The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.

You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.

In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.

Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.

By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.

Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.

The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.

Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.

He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.

Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.

Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.

You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.

Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.

He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"

He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?

"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"

He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."

"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.

Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.

"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.

Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.

Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.

Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.

"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.

"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.

The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.

"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.

Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.

Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.

He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.

You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.

"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.

"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.

His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.

You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.

You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.

"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.

All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.

Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.

"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.

You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.

Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.

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[notanothermacdennisblog]

i gotta talk about frank v russia cuz i was rewatching it again and whoever said it was a fever dream of an episode is so right, there's just so many implications to dissect i didn't catch them all at first.

the beginning of the episode sets up dennis's motivation to pass the effort of helping everyone around him onto someone else... by him putting an enormous amount of effort into finding normal dates and teaching mac and dee to be normal enough to hold onto normal people (i can't imagine how this would keep mac and dee from bothering him tho cuz they'd just come back to him asking for more relationship help, dating a normal person doesn't make relationship issues go away). the enthusiasm he shows when checking in with them after the dates shows this amount of effort was worth it to him. one could argue it's because deep down he cares about their growth, he mistakenly thinks this will get them to leave him alone, or that he's attracted to the thrill of the ruse. mayb it's some combination of all three, but given that he could have always just ignored them or left, to me his hard on for control and deception points to the latter for the most part.

which further explains his flimsy justification of catfishing mac just to "get him out of the apartment." like if that was his sole goal there's a million other ways to accomplish that. ways that don't include: creating a profile guaranteed to get mac to match with him, chatting long enough to establish an emotional bond (altho that's not the hard part when mac falls for anybody who shows him a modicum of affection), and buying and sending him remote controlled anal beads as some sort of complicated signal system when simply texting "meet me at the motel" would suffice.

we're talking about a man who started a cult just to get mac to stop eating his thin mints. who drugged mac with diet pills, convincing him they were "size pills" just because he was unhappy with mac's weight gain. the exploitation of mac's body dysmorphia serves not only as a means of keeping his self esteem in check so he's more easily pliable ("you've been looking so sexy, so this... this is disappointing, at least to me" in ass kickers united; "mac did you gain some weight?" at the end of the gang makes paddy's great again), but also to mold him into an idealized physique that he's attracted to, and the unnecessary inclusion of anal beads in this ploy is the logical conclusion of obsessing over mac's appearance.

it was never just about getting the apartment to himself, or even just seizing an opportunity to manipulate, even if those both played a role. there's just no heterosexual explanation for the full extent of what this episode is implying.

so it still seems odd that dennis would want to sabotage a system that was working in his favor logistically and emotionally, essentially giving up the thrill (and safety) of inhabiting another man's skin in order to admit things he could never feel secure enough to admit even to himself. was johnny becoming too difficult to maintain? maybe dennis was motivated to pass mac onto someone else because he was running into a wall trying to figure out how to keep mac interested while avoiding the obvious issue of meeting in person. an effort to self sabotage when things started to get too close for comfort, when he could feel a certain loss of control.

the "johnny doesn't love you, he doesn't even like you" was enough to send me reeling that it was too easy for me to pass over all of this the first time, what a red herring. there's not another man as toxically obsessed w his roommate/work husband in crime/life terry mac as dennis is, while also being so self-deluded he has to make up half-assed excuses just to convince himself this is normal behavior.

[johnwickb1tsch]

The Girl Next Door - Chapter 3

A Constantine x FemVampire!Reader fic based on this imagine. all chapters warnings: nsfw, blood, biting, brief mention date rape, domestic violence, not reader oh make me over, i'm all i wanna be, a walking study, in demonology - celebrity skin, hole

3. for the life of the flesh is in the blood 

It is both a relief and a disappointment, that you find your first experience of feeding on John Constantine was quite singular. No one since has inspired the same brand of heady lust when you break a vein. You think about him often, but you've done your best to give the demon hunter a wide berth. You're sure the last thing he wants is some needy little leech following him around, begging for his attention. 

You're sure he only saved you out of pity, anyway. 

It still hurts, so you try not to think about it anymore.

You have taken to hunting your meals amongst the evil doers of the city—of which there is no shortage, in the City of Angels. Your favorite method has become playing the party-going damsel in a bar not watching her drink. When the inevitable asshole drops a dose of something in it, a thing you have found does not affect you at all, you play drowsy and accompany him to the inevitable alley or sometimes even his car, where you pounce.

You can't say you feel too terrible about removing such trash from the population. You're not sure how God feels about your methods, but then you're not sure it matters any way. It helps pay your rent too. Holding down a job as a vampire kind of went out the window, so you help yourself to whatever cash you find in your criminals' wallets with little remorse. 

The fact of the matter is, as time goes on...you don't exactly hate being a vampire. It took some adjustment, sure, but you have power you'd only dreamed of as a human woman. You can go anywhere you want now without fear. You are fast. You are strong. You haven't figured out flying yet, but even that seems like it might be possible down the line. 

Maybe you could ask a fellow vampire about what is and isn't possible, but you have yet to actually meet one. 

You've sensed them around the streets of LA—but in the end you always chicken out and flee the scene. The vampires who made you were not exactly shining examples. You're not in a hurry to fall in with their ilk. You'd observed there was a definite pecking order in the coven that took you, and you're not exactly eager to become some asshole's toady again, a little cog in some evil plot or another. You’d played that game in corporate America in your old life, and you're not going back to it. 

One evening when you are heading out for the night you run into John in the hallway again. 

You are astounded when he is first to greet you. "Y/n."

"Hi, John." You can't help but feel the contrast to the way you used to play this game. You feel the loss of innocence, of your humanity, so keenly when you see him. You'd be a liar if you said the sight of his stupid, handsome face didn't still move you. The loss of what might have been...hurts, like a half-healed wound with a finger in it. You haven't been avoiding him, per se...but seeing him still ties you up in knots in a way you don't necessarily like. 

"You look...nice." You glance down at your dark low-cut dress and leather jacket. Bar bait chic. It's quite a shift, from the sweet floral sundresses and bright colors you once favored. 

"I was just popping out for a bite to eat."

"Yeah?" He is looking at you with an intensity that makes you squirm a little inside. A look that a vampire does not like, on the receiving end from a demon hunter. "How's that...going for you?" 

"Fine."

He looks around the hallway for potential eavesdroppers. You already know it's vacant. Your hearing was excellent on the night you were Born to Darkness, and it's only improved from there. 

"Fine?"

You cross your arms with a look of what the fuck else do you expect me to say out here?

Constantine makes an annoyed sound that's almost a growl. 

You shouldn't find it as endearing as you still do. 

“Come talk to me a minute?” he invites, nodding towards his apartment. 

Remembering all the crosses and weapons he has stashed in there, you're not too keen to go, in case he's decided letting you live your undead life was an oversight. 

You wrinkle your nose like you’ve smelled something bad. "You can come talk to me in here," you counter, nodding towards your own space. 

He smirks at you, as though he knows very well the cause for your caution. “Sure,” he agrees, cocky as ever. John Constantine isn’t afraid to walk unarmed into the lair of a baby vamp like you.

You unlock your door again, ushering him in with a wave. As he steps inside you are struck again by how big he is in your tiny apartment. A wave of nostalgia hits you, for a night when you'd still been human, and he'd made you feel like you were the most desirable woman in the world.

Suddenly, your throat is tight.

Wow. Who knew you could still feel these things as a creature of the night? You’ve been so focused on your day to day, or night to night, as it were. You never really allowed yourself to process everything that had happened. You were too busy figuring out how the fuck to survive.

"Do you...want something to drink?" you ask, looking in your pantry. “Or perhaps can I interest you in some whole kernel corn?” Your perishable options have long gone by the wayside, but you still have alcohol, canned goods, and dry cereal. All together, not the most appetizing combination.

A snort of laughter escapes him at your attempt at humor, and he seats himself in one of your surviving kitchen chairs like he owns the place. "Sure. To the drink. Hold the vegetables."

You produce a bottle of Scotch that you may have bought with him in mind after your little tryst, and pour him a couple fingers.

"What about you?" he asks with a glitter of something in those obsidian dark eyes. Even with all your vampire senses, this man is still hard to read as a brick wall.  

You cant your head to look at him, curious what he’s about. That is when you realize... you smell desire. You hear the spike of his heartbeat, see the dilation of his pupils almost lost in the black of his irises. 

His only outward tell is the corner of his mouth curled up, but blood never lies.

You yourself would be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about the way he'd tasted that first night with a sharp longing. 

The sound of his pulse hammering in your ears makes you bold enough to ask, "Why, are you offering, John?"

He lifts one eyebrow nonchalantly, though the sound of his racing heart is sweet sweet music to your ears. 

"Maybe."

Cautious as a cat, you dare approach, a finger sliding along the surface of the table as you regard him curiously. Cool as ever, he leans back in his chair, man-spreading as he looks up at you. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a new confidence, armed with the knowledge of his blood rushing double-time through his veins. 

He certainly hadn’t sought you out before this. Not once in the past few months has he even tried to check on you. At least, as far as you know.

He tilts his head up, returning your gaze. It’s impressive, really, how little he manages to show on the outside, while you can sense the rising roil of something brewing within him. Lust, you tell yourself. Anything more…would be wishful thinking, on your part.

You really should know better by now, but you still can’t help but carry a torch for this man, stupid little vampire that you are.

“A little warning: I’ve heard some hot shot High Table vampire hunter is in town from New York. You should be careful where you go to hunt.”

Your own heart thumps in your chest. Just the once. You don’t have a regular heartbeat anymore, unless you’ve just fed on someone.

“You worried about me, John?”

“As far as I've heard, you're keeping your nose clean, but I thought you should know."

So he has been keeping track of you. 

"I’m not exactly feasting on the blood of newborn babes."

He winces a little at that, as though you have invoked some long-buried memory. You suppose you cannot fathom the horrors this man has seen in his time battling the Darkness.

"Who are you feasting on?"

"Mostly assholes who deserve a lot worse than what I give them."

It's his turn to tilt his head as he looks up at you, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s. "What does that mean?"

"Do you really want to know?" you ask, propping a hand on your hip. What you really want to do is insinuate yourself into this man’s lap, but some sense of self-preservation holds you back.

"It's why I asked."

"Ok.” You start to tick your recent exploits off on your fingers. “I saved a girl from getting mugged and maybe worse the other day while she was walking to her car at night. Before that, I snacked on a date raper who tried to drug my drink. Before that, I broke up a domestic dispute and made the piece of shit husband disappear. Before that—"

Both of John’s dark eyebrows shoot up.

"Ok, Miss Vigilante Vamp. I get the picture." There's a gleam in his eye, and you almost think he might be proud of you? Or at least, amused. You should not care, of course, but his approval definitely tickles some long-buried little pleasure center in your brain. You always were a teacher’s pet type, for better or for worse. "You should be careful though. You could get hurt."

"By who?” you counter, knowing you sound cocky as hell. “This vampire hunter?” 

“I think you missed the part where I said he’s  High Table?”

“What does that mean?”

He gives you a look like you should know that, but you don’t know how or why you would.

“It means you don’t want to mess with him. I heard he’s here for the Master, but you don’t want to attract his attention.”

“The Master?” You are so confused.

Seemingly exasperated, he lifts his eyebrow at you. It kind of starts to piss you off. “I don’t know any other vampires, John.” And he certainly made no efforts before now to fill you in. 

“Look, just be careful, ok? Just because you’re a vampire now doesn’t mean you’re invincible.”

It’s almost touching, that he’s worried about you. It would be, at least, if it didn’t sound so fucking much like mansplaining.

“A girl’s gotta eat, John.”

“Well…you coulda asked.”

You narrow your eyes down at him, knowing they flash a molten orange with your annoyance. The thing he said when you’d first woken as a vampire echoes in your mind, the way it has every night since. I guess they thought you meant something to me.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I told you I’d help you. You kinda disappeared on me after that.”  

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Thinking some distance might be a good thing after all, you turn to go, just to have his long fingers wrap around your wrist. “Wait—” 

You try to pull away, and he doesn’t let go, so you jerk him out of the chair like he’s a ragdoll. You find yourself in a pile on the floor with John Constantine’s solid weight half on top of you—not a horrible arrangement, truth be told, but the context is less than ideal.

“Jesus. Easy there, tiger.”

The fact that this man has the gall to needle you, after everything that has happened, suddenly fills you with white-hot heat, like gasoline on a fire. You’ve been bottling it up for months, just shoving it down so you can do what you have to do, but now everything bubbles to the surface with a vengeance. Suddenly, you are sitting on him, a clawed finger pointing into his chest. “You asshole. I got turned into this thing that I am because of you, because I was stupid enough to care about you, but I was supposed to be the one knocking on your door for a handout? I bet you would have just loved it, if I came crawling back to you for another taste.”

It’s just so fucking unfair.

That you can still feel so much for this man, and maybe he desires you back, but outside of that there’s just nothing. You’re sure of it. It shouldn’t matter to you anymore but it does and it hurts. Jesus fucking Christ it hurts.

You feel too much.

You’ve always felt too much, as a human, and now as a monster, apparently, and it sucks. You feel the sting of tears filling your eyes, and you know they look like blood to him and it’s just so gross you could scream.

“Tell me how to do it,” you hiss through the aching lump in your throat. “How do I feel nothing like you, because I’m so tired of this.”

Constantine’s frown is utterly thunderous below you. You guess it’s a real buzz kill, when people—monsters—emote all over you. He says nothing, just glares back up at you, breathing heavily through his nose.

Only later will it occur to you what a miracle it was, that he didn’t go for his cross, or a holy gun, or gold knuckles, with a spitting mad vampire perched on top of him. He really does have nerves of steel.

Only when you notice a small dot of blood blooming on his white shirt beneath your razor-sharp fingernail you let up, clenching your clawed fists at your sides.  

“Sorry,” you half-snarl, closing your eyes against everything. But now the scent of blood is in the air. His blood, and it is just as intoxicating as you remember from before, and a powerful, prickling heat rises within you, spreading out to him too. Every hair on his body lifts, and you wonder if he reacts to you this way because of his psychic abilities, or if…it’s just the chemistry between you. Some of the tension in his frame softens—other parts of him decidedly do not.

“My life is dangerous, y/n. What happened to you is exactly the reason I don’t have many friends.”

Or lovers, hangs unsaid in the air.

“Yeah. Well…too late for me, I guess. What’s the worst that can happen now?”

“You never want to challenge God like that. Believe me.”

“Why do you sound so certain it’s God who makes bad things happen?”

He snorts derisively. “Because as far as I can tell, he’s an even bigger asshole than I am.”

You look away, feeling guilty all of a sudden. “I’m sorry I called you that.”

Surprisingly he turns your gaze back to him with a finger on your chin. “It’s ok. The shoe fits.”

You get the sense that this is his way of apologizing…maybe, and the last of your anger leaks from your body. You nod, and close your eyes, and one of those bloody tears escapes to make its way down the curve of your cheek. No one is more surprised than you, when he reaches up to wipe it away.

“For what it’s worth…you’re not bad, for a vampire.” Coming from him, that’s quite the declaration. Again, you’re not proud of what it does to you, to receive praise from this man who usually keeps so aloof. 

You dare to open your eyes, your vision sharpening upon him, your vampire senses keen to detect a lie. You can tell he’s a little excited beneath his cool façade, but it doesn’t feel like he’s lying to you. That has a certain smell. A pheromone maybe, or a stink of fear of getting caught.

“Yeah?”

He sits up, so that you are cradled on his lap, nearly nose to nose, and you can’t help but be painfully aware, groin to groin. He’s so tall, and broad, and you still want to climb him like a tree. Another wave of that titillating energy rises in you, a mix of hunger and desire. You know he feels it too. You can tell by the way his eyelids half-close, his grip tightening momentarily on your thighs.

It’s not a horrible development, truth be told.  

“Yeah.”

“Even though I scare you?”

“Let’s go with…yes and no, on that,” he answers with a quirk of the side of his mouth.

“Hmm. You know, it’s hard to lie to a vampire?”

“Can’t say I usually spend much time conversing.” He cups your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair—and you’re not sure you really want to converse anymore either. “I was giving you space—guess I should have kicked down your door.”

“You could have just…knocked,” you tell him with narrowed eyes, smiling in spite of yourself. You feel your teeth pressing into your lips—and you shut your mouth again.

“I know they’re there,” he teases you, surprisingly gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip. “You don’t have to hide them.”

You close your eyes again, sighing. “I just…feel like such a monster.” 

Again his long fingers slide through your hair, like he’s petting you. It does things to you, to be stroked like a favored pet by this man. 

“You’re not a monster.” You clench your fists, so moved to hear him say it. And as you do, you can feel your claws biting into your palms. You lift your hands so he can see them. 

“No?”

He examines them, seemingly nonplussed. You guess he’s seen bigger and sharper. “No,” he asserts again. 

Your eyes flick down to the little bloodstain upon his nice white shirt. “I made you bleed.” 

“I probably deserved it,” he excuses with that smirk that pulls at your undead heartstrings. “Keep going like you are, you might get to Heaven before I do.”

“John…” you sigh, a wave of emotion sweeping through you that you can’t even name. “Why are you being so nice to me?” 

“Me? Nice?” Again, that barely discernible purse of lips, the suppression of a smile that would give him away. 

You find yourself staring at his mouth, before forcing your eyes up to meet his once again. You don’t do it on purpose, but the power of your hunger fills you like a cup, spilling over into him where your bodies touch. This time he gives in to that tingling wave of treacherous pleasure, closing his eyes and letting it wash over him without a fight. Longing throbs in your loins, and hunger in your belly. They really feel one and the same, in this man’s arms.

“You’re…getting good at that,” he tells you, his voice low and gravely with desire.

“It just…happens, with you,” you’re almost reluctant to admit.

He smirks, the way you just knew he would, the smug bastard. “Just with me, huh?”

You roll your eyes to the ceiling. This man.

His low chuckle should not inspire such a thrill inside you. His strong arm looped around your waist, pulling you harder against him, does not help either.

Your claws have retracted again, and you run your hand up the flat of his chest, fingering the starched collar of his white shirt. You are gratified to receive a shuddering sigh as your touch moves higher, caressing the jumping pulse in his neck longingly.

“Bar’s open,” he offers.

It’s your turn to sigh, and you go about undoing his tie, carefully loosening the knot, resisting the urge to tear it off of him. You’ve learned a little bit more about how to control your hunger now, but it’s all still so new. You wonder if you can use it to make this, whatever this is, last longer than the frenzied chaotic rush it was last time.

“Did you miss me, John?”

He doesn’t answer you, just makes a sound low in his throat and leans in to kiss you instead, and with his soft mouth on yours you are content to let it go for now.

Maybe if you read between the lines, it’s answer enough anyway.

It’s a little funny, that the two of you never really make it up off the floor. Wrapped up in the wonderful, heady power that is your hunger, amplified by mutual desire, you are content to shed clothing and trade appreciative caresses there on the rug. You had not forgotten how beautiful this man is, the feeling of his warm muscled flesh beneath your questing hands, and yet still it somehow surprises you.

He makes a face as he pushes your jacket from your shoulders, tossing it unnecessarily far across the room. “You don’t like it?” you tease breathily.

“It doesn’t suit you,” he admits, and goes for your dress next, pulling it up over your head. He stares down at the skin he bared, your lacy push-up bra. He’s kinder to the dress, but maybe just because he’s distracted, ducking to kiss the soft mounds of your breasts.

The glitter in his dark eyes as you extricate his belt from between your pressed bodies should be illegal, it’s so intoxicating. With a hand on his bare chest you press him down to lay back on the floor. He does not fight you, looking up at you with that signature smirk that makes your blood boil. Rolling your hips against his straining erection between you wipes some of the smug off his expression, replacing it with a raw need.

With careful fingers you unbutton his pants and extricate him into the palm of your hand, his velvety length almost searing hot against your cool grip. Your undead body hungers for the warmth of his life, absorbing it anywhere you touch. His nerve falters a little, as he watches your fanged mouth descend towards his swollen manhood, his eyes widening just a bit. It’s your turn to smirk up at him.

“I haven’t tried this yet, John. I’d be very still, if I were you.”

He doesn’t tell you to stop, and the sound he makes as you descend on his hard cock with your silken tongue isn’t pain. In fact, it’s extremely gratifying. You are careful, and as you work him up and down with your mouth he trembles with the effort not to move beneath you. When his fingers tangle in your hair you moan against him, winning a twitch of his hips that would have made you smile, had your mouth not been so very full. You withdraw with a pop that makes him growl with pleasure beneath you. “Fuck, y/n...”

He tries to sit up to reach for you, but you pin him down again with one hand, tilting your head with a playful look down on him. The heated frustration in his narrowed eyes is rather priceless. Maybe you’ll pay for this later, but the predator’s instinct in you is enjoying this immensely.

Too impatient to take them off, you pull your panties to the side to sink onto his beautiful cock, his thick head pushing past your entrance rocking your head back with ecstasy. “John…” you sigh, moving your hips up and down, until he’s seated fully inside you, bottoming out against your cervix. It doesn’t hurt, like it once did. You are learning all kinds of things about your new vampire body.

“I would have returned the favor,” he rasps, his head rocking back hard into the floor as you carefully squeeze him inside you, conscientious of your new strength. It wins you a gratifying moan, his eyes drifting closed.

“Next time,” you answer cheekily. If he can’t admit that he missed you—then you’ll be damned if you say it first, even if it is the truth.  

You look down, fascinated by the sight of his big hands on your thighs, his strong fingers pressing into your flesh. The whip-cord muscles of his forearms draws your eyes, to the curve of his bicep and the sweep of his collarbone—your attention fixes on the jumping vein in his neck like a laser. 

You lean down to lick his pulse and he tilts his head, baring his neck for you. You know that part of it is him riding the power that crackles between you, but another part–it feels like a gesture of trust, and somehow that warms your undead heart. The razor-sharp tips of your fangs brush his pulse, winning you a sigh. “Do it,” he moans, surging inside you, lifting you with his hips. It’s all too much to resist, and with trembling caution you slide your fingers into his hair, and press your teeth into his pale skin.

The resulting rush of blood filing your mouth is intoxicating–by the sounds he makes, not just for you. The rush of pleasure across your tongue and in your loins is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, an exhilarating bliss that spreads warmth through every nerve across your skin.  

You’ve always thought of lovemaking as some kind of small miracle–a gift the laughing gods bestowed upon you poor mortals to make all the drudgery of life somehow bearable. A scientist might argue it is a trick of hormones and synapses played by nature, to encourage the endless march of procreation. You wonder what Constantine thinks about it, this man who so clearly believes in The Almighty God, but also seems to find the deity an insufferable asshat. 

A less than charitable philosopher might argue this beguiling euphoria is just the lure a vampire could use to secure a good meal–but like this, with this man–you cannot help but think it’s more. Whatever ancient magic that animates you, and maybe his own powers mingled too, it grants you this boon in what could be a life of infinite nights of lonely darkness, this undeniable connection with a special human whose lifeblood nourishes you. 

You are not even sure what to call the pinnacle of this pure shining ecstasy you share–orgasm seems too paltry a word. Pleasure, pale by comparison. John insists you are no creature of God, but you cannot help but reason that what you share together is nothing less than divine rapture.

The challenge is when to stop. 

For as long as you pull draught after draught of his delectable hot blood into your mouth, this bliss goes on and on. 

He starts to fade beneath you, his heart slowing. You could drain him dry like this, and maybe not care until the moment you realized he was dead in your arms. This is the thing that throws you back from your latchpoint upon his neck, woozy from the delight of it all, yet scared that you may have hurt him. 

He too seems drunk beneath you, looking up at you through hooded dark eyes. “Why’d you stop?” he asks dreamily. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen this man. You touch his cheek; you are not sure if the coolness of his skin is due to blood loss, or the fact that you feel almost feverish at the moment, riding the high of the blood magic you invoked with him. 

If you hurt him you are walking out into the sunlight, you promise yourself with panic. 

“I’m afraid I took too much,” you admit, wide-eyed. 

Of course, he scoffs at the very idea. “I’m fine. C’mere.” He pulls you down on top of him, to snuggle, you presume. The wonders of this evening do not cease. It is lovely, to curl up in his arms, your thighs slick with the excess of his seed. But as he dozes, you are wide awake, the world come even more alive around you. A potent meal, the magician makes. You feel as though you can sense the whole city in your head. The comings and goings of all the people, and all the creatures, and the planes and trains and cars. 

What a marvel, is this modern age. 

You sift through them all as an amusement, catching snatches of thoughts and bits of conversations, eavesdropping on their lives. 

You realize that you have never been able to read John Constantine’s thoughts. You wonder if it’s because of his psychic abilities–or just a result of his abnormally hard head. 

As you make this little psychic tour around the inhabitants of L.A.--something senses you back. You feel it push against your mind, holding you at arm’s length. Something old, and seething. For a flash you see it–him. Definitely a him, tall and forbiddingly handsome, bearded and raven haired. His eyes flash molten orange–right before he strikes you. It is only a psychic blow but you feel it like a fist between the eyes. It makes your physical body jolt in John’s arms. This stirs him from his bliss-induced coma; the demon-hunting magician blinks and looks up at you, taking in your wild-eyed look, your fangs bared to some invisible threat. 

“You ok, baby vamp?” he grumbles, not too happy to be disturbed from his deep rest.

“Fine,” you answer, unsure if it’s true. “I think I need to get you something to eat.”

“Not hungry,” he grouses, closing his eyes again. “Tired.” 

“Would you like to lay down in the actual bed?” you ask, thinking he will regret this hard pallet tomorrow. 

“No.” Now you can tell he’s just being stubborn. You would like to stay and cuddle with him, but you really are afraid he needs to eat and drink. Fluids and iron rich foods, is what you googled for after-care of donating blood, a while ago.

Funny, until now, you hadn’t had occasion to use the knowledge. 

You dress and pop out to the 24 hour market, obtaining red meat and dark leafy vegetables. When you return John has reclaimed his boxers and stretched his long body out on the couch, his big feet hanging off the end. It’s ridiculously endearing, to see him so relaxed in your space like this. 

When you are nearly done preparing his stir fry dinner, he finally rises to a sitting position, scrubbing at his face with his hands. 

It’s silly, how much it pleases you, when he wraps his arms around you from behind at the stove, his chin resting on your head.  “A vampire who cooks. This is one for the record books.”

“It’s not like I’ve forgotten how,” you fire back over your shoulder, amused. “It just…doesn’t really smell like food to me anymore.” The bloody bits of raw steak had seemed more appetizing than the ingredients in their current form.  

“Hmm. Smells good to me.” You thought he’d come round to food. “This does too though,” he teases, kissing your neck with a playfulness that leaves you dumbfounded. When he nibbles you can’t help but squirm, laughing out loud. 

“John!”

He must still be power drunk from earlier. He’d barely touched his glass of Scotch.

You feel his body shake with mirth behind you, more than hear it out loud. Then he stills against you, resting his chin on you again while you stir the meat and vegetables, the rice steaming on the back burner. You know it won’t last past tonight, but the scene is so damn near domestic it makes your heart ache. 

“What did I feel, earlier?” he asks. “Like, a gust of air in here. Did I dream it?”

You honestly aren’t sure how to answer that. It’s not that he wouldn’t believe you. You just…don’t have the language–and you don’t want to worry him. 

“I don’t know, I was half asleep,” you say, so smooth in your white lie, craning your neck back for a kiss. “Sit down. It’s your turn to eat.” 

As you bring John his plate of food your attention is drawn to the window, by what you’re not really sure. Nothing is there, you see nothing, you feel nothing present–and yet…you cannot shake the sensation that you are being watched. 

Almost as though to assure yourself, you reach out to brush an unruly dark lock of John’s hair behind his ear. He looks up at you with a lazy, almost boyish smile. It squeezes your heart. “Thanks.” You’re pretty sure he means for the food, but maybe…the rest too. 

You smile, and you know it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He seems to sense something is up, but maybe he doesn’t want to wreck the moment yet either. He catches your hand, kissing the back of it, before picking up his fork and tucking in. 

Again, you look to the window, and the mean city beyond it, and wonder how many malevolent things out there could mean the two of you ill.  You don’t think you have too many enemies of your own yet–but in John’s case? 

The number could be infinite.

[haesunflower]

if you're still taking requests, could you do a zb1 reaction to the members accidentally breaking something really special you gave them (such as like a first date gift, or smth that you saved up to buy for them)? thank u sm!!

how i imagine they would all interact lol

₊˚⊹♡.....zb1's reaction to their members accidentally breaking something you gave them .....₊˚⊹♡

pissed (externally) : ricky

rightfully so, ricky is so pissed when he finds out a member not only has borrowed something without permission but has also broken it. usually he has no problems with members using his things, but he doesn't lend the stuff that you specifically gift him, like the expensive watch you gave him for his birthday

so when he finds the broken watch, he takes a picture of it and sends it to the groupchat asking "who the fuck did this". when he finds out it's gyuvin he has to be physically restrained by gunwook, because he has half the mind to tackle him. yeah....they'll be ignoring each other for a while after that.

but gyuvin apologizes everyday and eventually ricky got sick of hearing it. he even contributes a little to the repair fee but only ricky can truly afford to repair it lol.

pissed (internally): hanbin

he wants to get mad but hanbin can't because he's the leader. he already warned the kids not to play soccer in the room because they might break something...and true enough, not even 30 seconds later, they accidentally knock over the vase you got him

they send over yujin to apologize on behalf of the team (because they think sending the youngest would soften the blow) but hanbin doesnt say anything, instead, he just sighs and excuses himself to go on a walk.

hao gets mad at gunwook, gyuvin, and yujin on hanbin's behalf. literally nagging like a mom when he says "see what happens when you don't listen!!"

cries: taerae & gyuvin

taerae is actually so devastated when he learns that the guitar that the members borrowed during their reality show broke, the strings came off and it can't be repaired. he calls you, tears in his eyes, about how the members didn't take care of the guitar you gifted him like he thought they would.

he would only speak to the members when spoken to, and when the cameras are on. otherwise, it's the cold shoulder....scary...

later on, he finds out that it wasn't handled properly by the staff and he got an apology from the manager. after that, he went back to normal with the members, even saying "sorry guys i thought it was your fault ehe" and gyuvin screams "i told you it wasn't us hyung!!"

as for gyuvin, he's doing the dishes with yujin when the younger member accidentally drops the mug you both made during your first pottery class together.

his face is frozen like 😀as yujin says "sorry hyung, it slipped from my hands" and for the record, he DOES feel bad about it okay

especially when gyuvin is crying to gunwook, who is patting him on the back when gyuvin dramatically says "how am i gonna tell y/n it's broken, she loves that thing". ricky is trying so hard not to laugh at gyuvin's crying face, so gunwook pushes him away telling him to go elsewhere

silent treatment: hao

hao doesn't even speak to any of the members once hanbin delivers the news that some of their pets have used the plushy you gave him as a chew toy. he likes to keep the mangled plushy on his bedside table as a reminder of his anger.

he's petty and only speaks to the members without pets. it takes a while for the other members to figure out that he's been mad and giving them the silent treatment.

in an attempt to be peacemaker, hanbin suggests for the members involved to find an exact replica as a replacement. lol goodluck because you bought that in another country.

makes his members fix it: gunwook & yujin

it's hanbin that softly delivers the news to gunwook that the sweater you made him has shrunk in the dryer and he's like "excuse me what did you say hyung" 😶

hanbin gets ahead of him and explains to him all the theories he has in order to reverse it. but gunwook is good at science and helps them figure it out anyways, he gets peace of mind that way

as for yujin (not romantic okay), your joint art project was sitting peacefully in his bedroom when jiwoong accidentally knocks a can of paint on it. yujin is scarily quiet when he says "you're going. to fix that. right hyung?" and jiwoong cooly responds with "yeah yeah i will don't worry kid"

but for once, he isn't confident over something and has to wake ricky up in the middle of the night and bribe him to help fix the art project. ricky sighs but gets his painting materials anyways.

doesn't make a big deal out of it: matthew & jiwoong

he knows it's an accident, so matthew is so chill about it. i mean he's a little sad that the picture frames you gave him got knocked over, but so did the rest of the pictures on display – after they decided to set up the PS5 in the living room. though, he does ask hanbin if he could tell ricky off or something, since it was his idea to set it up on the mantle.

the tasks spills over to hao (who can't do it), so it spills over to jiwoong (who also can't do it, since ricky helped him fix his mistake)

to put it simply, jiwoong is unbothered because you are unbothered. if you were mad about it, he would be mad too. but you were there when it happened, and you watched taerae and matthew bicker over the lyrics displayed on the ipad you gifted jiwoong

in the midst of their argument, the ipad drops on the floor, screen shattering. all jiwoong could do is look at you, carefully awaiting your reaction. your face is like 😦 then 🤭 before you say "damn guys that was expensive"

matthew and taerae are spilling apologies as they hand the broken ipad to jiwoong for him to examine, only for him to look them straight in the eye as he removes the broken tempered glass – returning the ipad to them, as good as new "be careful next time, will ya"

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[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 4.3 - Dating for Weirdos

Alice feels like her brain has been scrambled. How did she end up on a date with some dude who didn’t think she was worth any effort? Her self-esteem was…well, her self-esteem was in the toilet, but still! She had her pride!

Although, probably not enough of it. 

Reasonably, she shouldn’t be afraid. Vlad was not going to lose his shit just because her tone was too sharp, and if he did, she could just leave this date.

Unreasonably, she avoids his gaze and swallows down her rant.

Fucking muscle memory. 

“I’m trying valiantly," Vlad says gently. 

“What?” 

"I want to be the least shit version of myself on this date,” he continues, looking pained, “But even that version leaves a lot to be desired. I’m a difficult sim to be around, and so far, despite skipping my Civil Procedure class today to read a self-help book on using imagination to increase my charisma, I fear I’ve failed.”

Trying and failing is something Alice is pretty familiar with. And Vlad doesn’t lack charisma, per se. It was just kind of hidden behind his aura of “find out even if you don’t fuck around.” 

“What was the advice?” she asks, giving him what she hopes is a friendly smile. 

“Imagine a better version of myself,” he smirks, “And introduce you to it.”

“Kind of shit advice,” Alice murmurs. 

Vlad laughs, and she relaxes, “Ok, so was this the introduction to the newly developed, less shitty version of your personality, or do you have something else planned for later?"

“Usually, I’m better prepared, but no, this mediocre showing is the best I could come up with.”

“I give it a 4 out of 10,” Alice scrunches up her face, “Which makes me sort of concerned about your future as an attorney who needs to sway a jury.”

As soon as the words fly out of her mouth, anxiety pools in her stomach. But Vlad simply throws back his head and guffaws. 

“Very fair,” he concludes, wiping the tears from his eyes, “I don’t ever plan to practice law, but even if I did, I’m not worried about manipulating a jury of my peers.”

“Why not?”

“Universally, sims are stupid when they get into groups, and I have no problem lying. The hard part is that I want you to know the truth of me and like it.”

“Oh, I…” Alice jolts at his expression. Even guys she’s really liked have never looked at her with that sort of intensity.

“Ask me a question. Trust me, you'll know immediately if you have any interest in seeing me again.”

Alice hesitates. She could ask something basic to confirm that Vlad is a normal sim, but it’s pretty clear that the answer to that question is no. And the last time she fell for normal, it gave her a black eye.

“If you had any supernatural power, what would it be?”

“Paralyzing sims with fear and the ability to become a sentient mist so I could leave any conversation.” He taps a finger to his lip, “And enough strength to crush someone’s bones.”

“Messy,” Alice giggles. “What are you gonna do with all that bone dust?”

“I’m envisioning crushing their bones inside their body so it’d be more like a hearty stew as opposed to a pile of dust.”

“You would eat them?”

He shrugs. “Waste not, want not.”

It is an absolutely wild answer. Alice flashes him a grin. “The power to turn sims into mushy take-out meals. Got it.”

“And what about you?”

“I’m not turning sims into bone soup.”

The corner of his mouth tilts up. “You can't. As we’ve discussed, that power has already been taken. Might I suggest flight or rotting someone’s flesh with the snap of a finger?”

Alice laughs, and just like that, her appetite returns with a vengeance. “I like the true you,” she says as the waitress sets down Vlad’s order.

He smiles and begins dividing everything in half, shoveling it onto an empty plate that Alice didn’t even notice was on the table. He slides it over to her. “I’m relieved. Now, the pancakes are to die for and I promise no sims have been harmed in the making of this food.”

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[6okuto]

date idea with Ushijima

Go for hike and get carried the rest of the way to the top because you don't have the same stamina

Or he's new to Poland and he invites you to a restaurant to tast test the original dishes so you order everything of the menu and try to guess the recipe behind it

gn!reader | !!! IT’S TOSHI'S BIRTHDAY!!! >__< gonna talk about both of these. he picks a trail near your house that he's jogged dozens of times before. he makes sure you have water and sunscreen and doesn't at all mind when you ask to be carried. he'll check if you’re comfortable and tells you to watch out for branches…. slows/lets you down when you want to take photos of some flowers or a squirrel…

when you ask if he’s doing alright he tells you he’s fine and not to worry ;; you make him promise to tell you if he gets tired so you can take a break together. he could say he doesn't think he'll need to, but instead he smiles softly and says okay anyway.

! imagine his surprise when there's something set up already for his birthday up there. he's not somebody who's easily caught off guard, so you can't help but feel accomplished when he turns to you with widened eyes.

"surprise!"

wakatoshi blinks, mind still processing. but then he tilts his head, half amused, half genuinely curious. "did you really need me to carry you up the rest of the way?"

"i mean, i was tired. but also i had to sell the act, didn't i?" you smile. "are you mad?"

he lets out a breathy laugh, more a puff of air than anything, before coming closer. "no, i'd be glad to carry you up again if you wanted to come back."

"really? would you carry me down after we're done?"

his initial response isn't a yes or no. instead, he decides to pick you up where you're standing, getting you to wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. the gravel shifts under his feet as he turns to bring you to your set up—a blanket very carefully laid and held down on the corners, with gifts you had bought weeks ago ready to open. "ask me afterward."

also i looked up polish dishes last night while thinking abt this and got hungry. why'd i do that at 1am w nothing but cookies on me... BUT THE IDEA IS SOO CUTE omg he looks up some popular places and reads a Lot of reviews beforehand.. the workers are happy to recommend some popular dishes and think your idea is really nice lolol ^^

soft toshi... holding your fork up to feed him and him doing the same for you while chewing... so cute. cute guy. him furrowing his brows as he tries to discern what’s in the dish and throwing ideas back and forth with you… him softly chuckling when you scrunch up your face because you didn’t like the taste of something. he instinctively reaches to move the plate away and slides your glass closer instead. he asks “didn’t like that one?” as if you aren’t already gulping your water down

and he’s genuinely curious about the ingredients while the workers explain afterward !! he listens especially close when they describe the ones you really enjoyed. like he’s not leaving without making a mental list of which dishes were your favourites.

but also i think it would be so cute if there wasn’t a set plan. like the both of you happen to walk past a cozy looking place and you grab his hand to go in. and even if the food doesn't end up spectacular or anything, the fact that this is the first spot you visit together makes it a special place. depending on how good it is, it could either be a cute date spot every couple of months or a regular spot. picking up some drinks and treats to surprise you for dinner kind of thing ;;

his birthday... the idea that you guys become regulars. you go in and mention it's his birthday soon and ask if they have a good desert idea, or if they could do something special. and yeah of course they'll whip something up for this ?? famous volleyball player who just happens to like their local shop ?? who's a little scary but polite and endearingly obviously (in a relative sense) in love with you.

and i'm not saying the place would see a bunch of new customers because ushijima, a guy notorious for the lack of personal posts on his social media, posted about them and you after receiving a special birthday dinner,, but i'm not denying that idea either (ゝω･)

tangent but i rlly do love the idea of u telling toshi to pose for a picture on the hike or putting a flower in his hair for it .. or him with a little party hat on lololol

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[chronicbeans]

Hazbin Hotel Rewrite - Charlie (+ Razzle, Dazzle, KeyKey)

I like her character in canon, but I think she needs a bit more maturity. I understand that they were going for like a Disney Princess sort of characterization, but even Disney Princesses have their mature moments.

TW: Neglect, Maladaptive Daydreaming, Imaginary Friends, Dissociation, Depression

Charlie was created from the white sands of a beach on Earth in order for Lucifer to try using her as a way to woo a woman he loved. Once that didn't work, he took her back to Hell with him, never letting her see the woman she had already grown to see as a mother ever again. Instead, when she grew old enough to question who her mother is, he lied and told her Lilith was her mother.

Lucifer was very, very neglectful towards Charlie, and she never understood why. She wasn't allowed outside, either. So, she began to create imaginary friends to help her through it. There was a cyclops cat named KeyKey, an odd mad hatter like man named Razzle, and his rabbit named Dazzle. The Razzle came to be due to her subconsciously wanting a father figure in her life, and Lucifer's unwillingness to provide that for her. Dazzle came as a need for a friend. Then, KeyKey was created as a desire to have something to care for.

Her teachers, who were demons who visited the castle in order to teach her at home, expected these imaginary friends to leave during her teenage years. When they didn't, they expected to leave during her adult years. And, well, they didn't. Instead, they have stuck with her throughout her whole life.

People often say that imaginary friends can be killed by someone if they began to fill the role the imagination played. That's exactly what happened with Dazzle, as Rebecca, under the alias of Vaggie became a good friend to her. As funny as it may sound, Charlie claims Rebecca sat on the poor bunny, crushing him, and eliciting a loud scream of dismay from Charlie. However, considering Charlie and Rebecca are now dating, and Charlie is well aware her friends are imaginary, Charlie's forgiven Rebecca.

Outside of her imaginary friends, Charlie also has the habit of excessively daydreaming to cope with her problems. It's become an extremely maladaptive coping mechanism, however, as she often forgets her duties to the Hazbin Hotel, or has trouble listening during conversations as she dissociates into a daydream. She's well aware that this is a problem, but struggles to figure out how or why it happens. Rebecca tries to help her, since she knows they both suffer from depression, but she's never experienced something like this in her life. She was actually never aware someone could daydream their life away...

Charlie, due to being partially an angel and partially made from the grounds of Earth, making her half human, has only a slight knowledge of good and evil actions. She can point to someone kicking a puppy and go "that's evil", and point to someone saving a puppy and go "that's good". However, she can't differentiate between levels of good and evil. She can see someone committing literal war crimes or cannibalism and not see how that's worse than stealing some pocket change. In turn, she can see someone saving an orphanage full of children from a fire and not see why that's praised more than saving a cat from a tree.

This is important, because her letting in war criminals and the likes into the Hazbin Hotel, believing they're redeemable, is tied to this. Much like Lucifer, her views on good and evil are flawed, but just not to the same extreme. She truly believes someone like Valentino, Baxter, or Alastor could be redeemed because she, literally, cannot see how they're worse than others. She knows they're bad, yes, but cannot tell just how irredeemable they are. It's especially heartbreaking to Rebecca because Charlie is unable to see how bad Lucifer's treatment of her truly was and still is. Charlie knows that her father's treatment of her was bad, but she treats it as if it was on the same level as forgetting her at school one time and not the actual neglect it truly was.

Rebecca tries her best to let Charlie know, and although she's frustrated at Charlie's inability to see the type of people she's letting in, tries her best to understand how she sees the world. It's just difficult, sometimes, because it's a fundamental difference between the two. She's even considered the possibility of trying to see if The Tree of Knowledge is in Hell and asking Charlie if she'd like to see if eating the fruit would expand her concept of good and evil further. However, she's also scared Charlie would see it as wanting to change who she is, so she's never actually done it.

My version of Charlie would consist of a lot of reds, black, gold, and a bit of orange and yellow in her design to contrast Rebecca's cold palette. Her skin, much like in the show, would literally be white due to her being made from white sand. However, outside of that, her design wouldn't have that much white in it. I'd also make her suit the black, like the one from one of her concept designs, and turn it into a tuxedo suit with a yellow rose to symbolize both her lively, joyful attitude, as well as the fact Rebecca sees her as her warm sun rising above the dark (the dark being symbolized by her black tuxedo). Her hair would be more on the harvest gold side instead of the platinum blonde we see in the show, her eyes orange, and she'd have a red undershirt and black bowtie.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

anon request: hi queen of fluffiness 🤭 (is it okay to call you that?) Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I love your scenarios! Even if the villains ones are majestic to read I have to admit I love the most when you write for Hawks. Can I pretty pls have a imagine where Keigo just can be himself? I hc that outside the walls he is cocky and all what we saw on anime but inside this man just needs a hug and a chance to just be a child for once. Like, reader is just minding her business and kei walks in and bumps on something and starts to tear up because "doveeee I hurt myself 😢' or he gets a flu and is so whiny about it.

"Can't we just order take out instead and eat cake?" He mumbled, face supported by his hand as you arched an eyebrow at him in a very disappointed expression.

"You want to get diabetes bird brain? Just about three days ago you stuffed your face with the goodies we had for your birthday. We can't eat unhealthy food all of the time... even if we want to." You mumbled, going back to the golden looking omelet on your pan as you stirred it carefully.

"Pff. Party pooper." You heard him chuff jokingly and go right behind you to wrap his arms around your body as you could only rolled your eyes at his attics.

Going back in time, your old self would never have believed that the flirtatious, teasing lil shit and a bit arrogant Hawks, the number 2 hero and the fastest man alive... could be such a man child.

Now with almost two years of dating you knew the truth.

This guy had been through hell and back in his childhood days, so of course you couldn't be bothered or annoyed when he acted like this. It just meant he trusted you to just... losen up that hero persona he was forced by the comission to have.

Although that didn't meant you could spoil him too much. Nah, that wouldn't do.

"Here." You placed the omelet on a plate and handed it to him as his brown eyes, which were closed as he rested his face on your shoulder, widened at the sign "You need to eat before you go to work. None of that canned coffee crap you drink so much."

"Hey, is good that thing, not crap." Be mumbled as he reluctantly let go of you so he could grab the plate with a smile and a kiss on your temple "Thanks love~"

"No need. Especially when I can just steal some of that." You grabbed a fork and jokingly aimed to his plate as be gawked at you and put up his arms up with the plate still secure on his hold.

"No way thief, I deserved and earned this. Back off."

"But I was the one who cooked!" You jokingly pouted and smiled at seeing him trying to maintain a serious expression instead of just burst out in laughter "Don't I deserve at least a lil bite?"

"No. You can cook. I can't. Have some mercy on me." He said monotonously before both of you couldn't contain your laughter anymore.

It sadly didn't take long after he sat down to eat for the hero comission to already start calling for him. You didn't even bothered to hold your annoying sigh when he got up to answer it.

You could notice how his demeanor changed in less than a second when the chief woman's voice echoed on the line. His voice wasn't as carefree and soft as it was with you. It held a tinge of seriousness and false charisma and charm thar you now could detect.

'Would he be a little more laid back with others if he wasn't forced to just grow up before the right time?' You thought this to yourself every damn day...

"Gotta go. Word needs saving." He muttered while grabbing his jacket until he made a pained expression at seeing the half eaten omelet still on the table "Sorry about that dove."

"Don't worry. I will either eat or just put in refrigerator." You waved him off before going to the door to hug him tightly, inhaling his scent deeply before placing a sweet peck on his lips "It won't go to waste. Promise."

"Yet I wanted to eat." He mumbled, closing his eyes in bliss at your hands doing wonders to his hair before it got tangled once again when he took his flight.

"I know. But I was thinking of maybe for dinner a hot pot?"

"Sounds nice. But please I beg of you to not put carrots on it." You snorted before placing another kiss to his lips.

"You're such a baby."

"Stop that. I'm not." He chuckled before placing his visor glasses on "See you at dinner?"

"You better."

You watched as he opted to leave by the windows instead of the door as you sighed while shaking your head at him sending you a kiss before taking flight. You prompted your elbows on the edge of your balcony as you watched slowly got even farther away from you with a worried glance.

Dating a hero always made your anxiety even more difficult to deal with...

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It was already way past dinner time as you tapped your foot anxiously. Watching the clock you heaved a sigh until you flinched at the loud 'thud" coming from your balcony.

"Ouch..."

There he is.

You got up rather quickly as you rushed outside, opening your glass window to frown at him rubbing his forehead, his closed tight eyes having a tinge of evidence of small tears which you immediately grew worried off.

"There you are!" You kneeled down besides as he finally opened his eyes to look at you, shoulders visibly relaxing at just seeing you near him. " I was worried sick, what the hell happened this time?"

You knew it wasn't his fault when things like that happened. Your anger only was directioned by that dreadfully hero comission and the villains he had to deal with on daily basis.

"Got stuck up on a fight near the center with endeavour. Asides from the whole "being beaten up" part it was pretty cool." He mumbled with a pout before glancing up at you, tears threatened to fall "Was tired from paperwork and fights of today and when I got here I bumped on this shit." He knocked with his knuckles at the glass window

"Oh God poor thing." You accidentally let out a chuckle when brushing his hair back you saw the redness on his forehead already making its appearance.

"Why are those even a thing?!" He whispered shouted as you hugged him close and caressing the back of his head.

"You normally don't even bother when bumping into something that much love.." You muttered in amusement as he clinged on you.

"I had a long day, let me be..." he muttered in your neck as you frowned at the tears hitting your skin as you hummed.

"Must have been to take such a hit on you like that..." You sighed before parting from the hug while cupping his cheeks as he tired eyes stared down at you "do you need any patching up or you just want to go eat something? You must be starving."

"Famished." He mumbled before wordless pointing at his forehead... chuckling at his demeanor you kissed it gently the red spot as he finally smiled for a bit since he got home.

"Baby." You poked his sides as he rolled his eyes with false annoyance.

"Shut up."

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"No. He can't go to work. Not even a chance." You talked with a hushed voice on the phone outside of your room.

"And why exactly is that?"

"Because he woke up not even being able to get out of bed? Because the last mission you guys sended him took a big hit out of him? Oh, should I tell you that he even puked this morning?" You hissed on the phone, expecting any retorts of those who worked for the comission only to hear a heavy sigh.

"Fine. I guess we can grant him a few days off due to his healthy. It would surely ruin his image to the public if he went to work looking like what you told me. So I guess we can provide that."

Thats your main concern? You thought with a angry expression.

"Thanks. I sure think he appreciate that." You mumbled as they hanged the phone.... you could only mentally flipp them the bird for their rudeness.

You cringed at the coughs coming from your room as you placed your phone down and walked towards the sound.

"How you're feeling?" You asked while sitting down next to him and feeling his forehead... he was burning up.

"Eh... could be worse." He panted before cracking an eye open with a smirk "Hey.. is in hot in here or just me?"

"Not the time Keigo." You deadpanned as he coughed once again.

"Fine fine... but seriously is it warm? I think I'm having a heatstroke..." he growled while tilting his head up as he flapped his wings a bit to emmit some sorta of wind to cool him off.

You frowned... it wasn't THAT hot.

"Sorry hun, but I think you got one nasty flu." You mumbled as he groaned once again.

"Should have expected... a kid with a runny nose came to me asking for a hug and their parent asked me for a picture with the... the poor fella sounded so badly sick."

"Well, the good point? You made a kid happy which surely is something good and I'm proud of you for it." You spoke silently with a smile as you caressed his face and helped him lay down "The bad point is that now you need to be on bed rest until you get better."

"Ah come one is not like I'm dy-" a violent fit of coughs interrupted him as you massaged his chest with a frown still present ".. shit..."

"I know, it sucks. But you at least don't have to go to work..." You whispered while adjusting his blankets as you saw him start to shiver.

"W-What? Since when?"

"They called. Wanting to know why you were taking so long. And I gave them a good hearing." You mumbled as he frowned while you caressed his looks "Is alright, they didn't made a fuss and even granted you a few days off to get better."

"Man... I was hoping to take those days off to at least get to enjoy them with you... and not mentally stress myself in worry to pass whatever this shit is to my girlfriend..." he covered his face with one of his hands on a growl as you snorted.

"We will bird brain. But you need to get better first.." You mumbled before gently prying his hand out of his face to place a kiss to his forehead.

"No fair..." You chuckled at his whine "I want a proper kiss..." he pouted, looking uo at you as you smiled sweetly.

"I need to be the health one here to take care of you dummy." He grumbled while pulling the covers close to him with a 'fair enough.' Mumble .... you chuckled at his attics before getting up to suddenly stop at a hand gripping your wrist for dear life.

"Uh?"

"Where...?" He coughed "Where you going..?"

"Make at least a toast for you. You need to have something on your stomach before you take the meds."

"No." He whined "I don't want to puke again, and I don't want to taste that crappy médico of coughs. It's just awful."

"Is pills bird brain. You won't taste it." You deadpanned "And you need to have something on your stomach love or else if you do eventually puke, trust me is only going to be worse since it will only come out bile. And is awfull." You explained as he scoffed and weakly got up "No no. You stay on the bed."

"But I don't want to be away from you...." he mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder while his whole body trembled "Just stay a bit.. please?"

"Kei..."

"Noo noo..." he whined while smashing his face on the crook of your neck, nuzzling it as his arms caged you with him "Don't call me that... call me baby..."

"But I thought you hated when I called you that?" You giggled before caressing his back up and down as he hummed in appreciation.

"I lied..." he mumbled on your neck. His voice mot only hoarse but also muffled by your skin as you sighed "... dove?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you see a problem?" You arched an eyebrow "Y'know... with me acting out like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a damn spoiled kid..." he chuckled humorless.. "A guy from work saw me once... like I usually act with you and commented how it must be hell for you to date a man child like myself." He chuckled once again, nuzzling on you even more as if he wanted tk be one with you.

"I like when you are like this around me though..." You mumbled, a bit flustered at your confession "It makes me feel special..."

"Don't I make you feel like that asides from that?" He looked up at you and you cooed at the puffy eyes he had.

"Kei you make me feel the most lucky woman in the whole world." You whispered while gently cradling his face on your hands "of course is not only because of that. Really. Your kisses make me feel like I'm walking on clouds, your hugs are like a open gate to heaven and I will not even speak about sex from how much you mind blow me from it." You smiled at the little cackle he let out.

"But what I meant is that I feel special when you "act out" around me is because you only act like that with me, you know? You trust me to just... be yourself. You don't bother anymore to keep the "hero hawks" image with me anymore. And I'm overjoyed with that... even if you are a brat who don't like to eat carrots."

"They're gross!" He laughed with a whine while placing his face once again on your chest.

A comfortable silence was stabilized until you felt his rough finger tips moving and... it seemed like he was drawing something on your arm?

"Whatcha doing?" You mimic his tone of voice as he chuckled on your neck, still with closed eyes.

"Guess it.." he mumbled, his nose still congestioned..

You paid more attention at his movements before finally realizing with a smile before kissing his forehead lovingly.

"I love you too." You got up carefully as he once again whines for about the fourth time of the day "I need to get you to eat and take your medice."

"Nooo..." he groaned when you got pass the door "BABY ME WOMAN!"

"Don't I do this already every day?" You poked your head on your room as he coughed before sending you a glare but still with a pout. "Behave."

"You're evil." He mumbled before giving his back to you with a bratty huff as you shaked your head once again at his attics.

You were about to pick the butter for his throat until cringed at the sounds of your boyfriend once again puking.

You soon saw a him walking towards the sofa with a blanket secure in his hold as he plopped down on it. You placed the toasts on a plate along with the pills he needed to take... walking towards and putting the plate down on the coffee table to just scrunch down to his level as he gave you a teary look.

"The bitter taste thing that sounds like it's stabbing your throat.. is that the bile you said before?" He weakly whispered, tears clinging on his lashes as you nodded while gently wiping them away "It was awful..." he whimpered as you frowned.

"Told you..." You sighed in worry until you saw him making grabbed hands at you "Eat one toast at least and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"... couldn't it be fried chicken..?"

"You just puked Takami Keigo." You deadpanned as he cracked a smile at your fed up tone of voice.

[evaiskindaweird]

Inspired by @locution-youngster-enjoyeras cuz their awesome so I'm doing it w Tim n Sally (They're married but it still counts)

(Some suggestive stuff)

BOTH 🗣🗣🗣

they don't argue. Their Tim and Sally 😤💅 (if they did, it'd be smth silly like what's the best ice cream flavor)

Tim, he wouldn't go 15 minutes without crying (Sally would be crying she'd just hide it more lol)

They sew together :] Tim makes lovey lovey messages and Sally makes clothes for Tim to try on

Sally usually drives, they do rock paper scissors for the front

Sally. Girlboss and malewife duo

Darling, Love, Honey, every nickname imaginable

they proposed at the same time!!

Tim. He knows any and ALL radio songs. Nobody knows why lol, but sometimes Sally joins him if she knows the song

Tim worries about what people think too much

Sally and Tim take turns taking pictures :]

Tim! He's a silly jokester, Sally always laughs at his jokes even if they suck pure ass 😭😭

Tim. Like I said, he knows all songs for some reason. He's a music lover 🎵💖

Sally! Sometimes she orders for him without him even deciding yet lmao

Tim lol

Sally. like tell me this queen wouldn't top (on rare occasions Tim does)

Sally :]👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾

Tim :] 👫🏾

Sally. Like this queen will start a make out w her husband in like half a second

Tim is basically ticklish everywhere lmao

Tim will find a racoon near the trash and try and name it Rachel

they hold it TOGETHER RAHHH

they would never 😤😤

they both love bugs they wouldn't hurt a fly

Tim will wake up and wonder what a dream meant lmao

Sally, shes constantly cold

Sally has to go to work, so she wakes up at like 5am to get ready

Also Sally. Girl is NOT an early bird like her husband

If Tim is up earlier enough or Sally doesn't have work, they both make each other coffee

Tim will cry over anything

He got scared over an ARTICHOKE. That's all i need to explain.

They give each other haircuts! That they occasionally butcher but it's ok

Tim, this man will buy an entire bouquet and a poem too 😤😤💖

Tim. When they first started dating he immediately told everyone he knew like a girl writing in her diary

they are like the perfect couple everyone loves them

Sally, and occasionally Tim

For the both of them, they either make the best tasting meal ever (the way Sally was looking at Tim making the dinner in "dinner or consequences" lmao), or they make something like beans a la botsford or sum shit 😭😭😭

Sally! she knows like 20 ways to style it too

Tim. he has a whole ass book on pickup lines

Sally. No comment

Tim's jokes and pickup lines (like in "road rage, anger, and fury" when he said the ice skating would be "cool") make Sally giggle so much

Tim. He has sum sad issues but Sally always manages to cheer him up :] I also headcanon Sally can't function without her job is cuz she feels she needs to earn approval, so Tim makes sure to shower her w compliments so she knows she's important no matter what

"I am willing to trade all this cool stuff for my wife back" -Tim in The rise of miss power

Also from TROMP: "Do do do do do, Tim Botsford!"

Sally. She has an angels voice when she actually tries

Tim gardens, doodles, anything, really. Sally works, and sometimes does arts and crafts

I headcanon Tim's mom died (😔), so every year on her death anniversary he takes it really hard. To the point he can't function sometimes and just lays in bed.

Sally always tries and cheers him up, and helps him mourn by comforting him if he isn't in a cheering up mood

[cowboyhorsegirl]

Favourite sineala fanfic

🔫🔪🔫🔪🔫🔪cruel and unusual to try and make me pick just one so here's five six (in no particular order)

Mercy in You

When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs.

How to Date a Robot

How do you date a robot? Even the twenty-first century doesn't have the answers to every question. Steve will have to figure this one out for himself -- after he politely rebuffs Mr. Stark's interest, of course. Sure, Mr. Stark is handsome, but Steve would rather be with his bodyguard. So when Iron Man agrees to go on a date with Steve, Steve couldn't be happier. He loves Iron Man with all of his heart, and their relationship rapidly grows serious. But why does Mr. Stark hate Iron Man so much? And why in the world is Mr. Stark trying to tear Steve and Iron Man apart?

Not So Secret Anymore

When Steve's laptop isn't working right, Tony offers to fix it for him, and he quickly discovers the problem: computer viruses. He also discovers a fairly large amount of porn. Gay porn. But that can't be Steve's gay porn, surely. Captain America doesn't have hundreds of gigabytes of gay porn. A virus must have put it there. Clearly the best thing to do is to delete all of this gay porn that doesn't belong on Steve's computer and then they'll never have to have a conversation about it and Steve will definitely never find out about the massive crush Tony has on him. Good idea. This plan is perfect. Right up until Tony gets an email from Steve, asking if he could please have his collection of homosexual pornography back now.

Never Too Late for Love

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one. Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in. And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Thrust Issues (specifically chapter 8) ((more specifically the last half of chapter 8))

A battle gone wrong leads Tony to the unexpected and pleasant discovery that Steve is much more well-endowed than he could ever have imagined. But when Tony learns that Steve has never actually been able to sleep with anyone because of his size, Tony does what any good friend would do: he offers to relieve Steve of his virginity. Personally. Tony's determined, Tony's methodical, and Tony has a plan. He's going to get Steve laid. Tony just needs to make sure Steve never finds out that Tony's in love with him.

Man is a Wolf to Man (that's right it's capwolf time!!)

When Antonius is falsely accused and convicted of murdering an ambassador, he is condemned to death by the wild beasts of the arena. But the wolf sent to kill him is something rather more than he ever expected.

[threadsun]

Me: I don't think we talk about yandere Joseph enough

Also me: Aren't you a writer, fuckin let loose

So! Picture it with me, you are the barista at some local cafe near a film set. Because of all the high class actors and their respective followers coming in and out you're pretty used to the weird shit these people order. So imagine your surprise when mister "Thesis long order" Laurent walks in with his coworker who just orders "Uh, gee, I don't know. Whatever you get, I guess?"

You make Jean's order first so he doesn't bitch and then make your favorite drink for his friend. Your fingers brush each other as you hand him the drink and you think you see him blush before taking a sip "Woah, this is really good. Thank you" You try to tell him it's just your job but the way he says it just...does something to you. People rarely thank you here anyway but that one sounded so genuine, so real

After that Joseph becomes a regular, usually picking up Jean's abomination along with something to keep him going as well. He never orders for himself though, always trusting you with his morning coffee. There's something kind of intimate about it, all the trust he holds in you, all the time he tries to spend with you even though you can tell he's both busy and exhausted. In this town of fake complements and latter climbers he's so refreshing, so charming, you jokingly tell him if you didn't have a boyfriend you'd have asked him out by now

"...Boyfriend?" The way he says it sends chills up your spine, he was so chipper a few seconds ago but now he looks like he just found out his dog died. You tell him not to worry, he's not the jealous type so hanging out with guy friends is fine "Right, yeah, um...sorry I have to go" And like that he's gone

Joseph still shows up the next day but something's off about him. He looks...guilty? You figure it's because now that he knows you're taken he feels bad about trying to covertly flirt with you everyday so you brush it off. That night you're supposed to be picked up by your boyfriend so you two can go on your date but he's running late, like, an hour late, he's not answering his phone either

After waiting out for about thirty minutes Joseph walks by the cafe "Oh, hey, are you ok? You're usually gone by now, aren't you? I mean, I have to walk by here every night to get back to my place and I've never seen you out here before" You tell him you're just waiting on your boyfriend but it's already been half an hour, so, fuck it. You'll just talk to him tomorrow

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. Want me to walk you home again?" Joseph had walked you home a few nights already seeing how dangerous these streets can get at night, so you take him up on his offer. You two walk to your apartment building but once you get closer you start to hear sirens. You and Joseph pick up the pace, running until you see it, there are cop cars outside of your apartment building

You walk up to the cops and ask what happened, they tell you there was a potential homicide in the building earlier that night and that you can't go in until they've collected enough evidence. You're heart drops onto the concert and shatters when you hear your boyfriend's name fall from their lips

You don't remember much after that, just the warmth of Joseph's hands on your shoulders as he walked you to his apartment. Over the next week you stay with Joseph, both because your apartment was now littered with cops and awful memories, that and you don't think you can be alone right now. Joseph is as kind as ever, letting you stay rent free while you take some time off work to grieve

After a few months, life gets better. The scars on your heart will never heal fully but they're made easier to deal with, especially with Joseph around. He's so sweet, even helping you fully move into his place after you tell him you don't think you can go back to that apartment building again, he even makes your coffee now, exactly how you like it, always saying "I learned from the best"

It's so domestic, you don't even bat an eye when he wraps his arms around your waist while you're cooking, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek while you ask him about his day. Everything is about as perfect as it could be with a mending heart, that is until you start being in charge of laundry. Joseph had a pesky habit of throwing his clothes off before going to bed so you have to really look for some of them, and that's when you find it, one of his shirts covered in old dried blood

Oughhhhhhh this is so good!!! Yandere Joseph is very underappreciated >:3c

[xikerriess]

saw your requests open and just had to come and ask for a yujun scenario at the gym, I still can't believe this baby is a gym bro DJSJJSKS how about something like the reader finding out about yujun's enjoyment for the gym and being surprised? or something like a daily life of him working out with the reader? idk leaving it up to your interpretation!!

also LOVED YOUR YECHAN IMAGINE

Not enough, J. Yujun

jeong yujun x reader

genre: fluff???

warnings: nope

a/n: yeaaahhh like i never imagined he goes to the gym, like he's just too cutee. also thank u sooo much for liking my yechan imagine, i´m soo glad :'''D

"Do you have plans for this evening?" Yujun asked me as he picked up his backpack from the floor. I don't know how many more times I would have to tell him to hang it on the chair. Then he complains that it's dirty.

"Nope" I replied "Why?" I asked, curious.

"Do you want to go on a date?" I nodded, excited. Where would I want to go? Maybe to that new dog cafe? Or to the movies!

"Great! So put on your workout clothes, I'll pick you up at six, okay?" Always looking for me at home. What a gentleman… Wait. Did he say sportswear?

"Why? Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"To the gym?" HAHA. No. "Are you kidding me? Since when do you have a membership or whatever? Wait. Do you even go to the gym?" I exclaimed, pointing my finger at him as my eyes got bigger and bigger.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I started going there" He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So you are telling me that this baby-like guy does sport? Okay, then what's next? Me being the president? I can see it.

"Anyways, are you comming? Pleaasee" He begged, pouting. That's what I mean. He looks all cute for a moment and suddenly he says he's going to the gym.

"Fine, but let's not go all evening either. You know I'm not very resilient" I agreed as I closed the classroom door.

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In the evening we arrived at the gym, which was practically empty, around half past six.

"Okay, is there anything you want to try first?" he asked me, pointing to all the equipment in the room.

"You know I have no idea about this, Yujun" I said, placing my sports bag, which was not even mine, in the corner.

"Well, then… We can go to the treadmills" He improvised, I nodded.

We ran there until I begged him to stop, and that was quite a while.

"I don't know how you can last that long, I really don't" I sighed. I was sweaty as hell and Yujun, on the other hand, barely had a few beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Can we try something else?"

"Sure. How about some abs?" He proposed. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind.

"But on one condition. Every time I do one, you have to give me a kiss" I don't do things for free, and he knew that well. "Five" He bargained. "Three" I said. "Deal" He agreed giving me a handshake.

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"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Yujun asked, handing me a towel. Of course, with all the kisses he had received he must have been quite comfortable.

"Don't you dare invite me to the gym again, Jeong Yujun" I threatened him.

"Yes, ma'am!" He exclaimed imitating a military man.

"Now you buy me coffee. And cake" I ordered, intertwining our arms.

"Fine…" He whispered, leaving a peck on my cheek.

"Hey, didn't you get enough kisses before?" I exclaimed, flustered.

"Not enough with you" I rolled my eyes.

[harrysmimi]

Whiskey Pt.2

Synopsis: One where CEO Harry finally visits YN's place and gets a glimpse of her life

PS. Pls read Part 1 of this if you haven't already. <33

More of my work | Part 1

YN did not get the job at Harry's firm as financial advisor but she was hired as head of Accounting. Yes, she was under qualified education wise with just a bachelor's degree, but she was qualified enough with her experience and work ethics from her work at the previous firm.

Harry was over the moon really.

He's also been doing very well lately. Getting over his divorce better than he imagined. Especially since he gets to spend time his family with no one nagging after him.

He was more involved and being a better Best Man for his sister. He was able to spend his free time with his mother as well.

And to his personal liking. He got to see YN more often now. He stays back on work days so he can insist on driving her to her place. It is not easy to do so but he sometimes manages to convince her. That's when she's more tired or not feeling well enough to walk to the tube station.

Like today. He made a stop at the Starbucks drive-thru on the way to her place.

"What are we doing here?" She asked. "Harry, it's half past five. You're gonna get a coffee now?"

"Can get a decaffe." He shrugged, and ordered a simple black coffee for himself and her a hot chocolate.

"Oh you don't have to get me anything." She pointed out. He just waved her off.

"Sorry, I didn't asked earlier." Harry started, placing the drinks in the cup holders as he rolled up his window and drove ahead. "Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"Ummm... I don't know how to say this." He spoke again as he parked his car in the car park and look at her, "my sister is getting married next weekend."

"Awh! Congratulations to her!" She exclaimed, less squealed.

"Thank you." He smiled sheepishly, "wanted to ask if you would like to join me."

"You're inviting me to your sister's wedding?" YN was surprised.

"Yeah." He sighed as he was trying to not look at her directly with his embarrassed and red face, "as m'plus one. If you don't mind of course." And it hit her.

"As your date?"

"Mhmm." He looked at her finally just to find her looking at her hands on her lap, fiddling with her thumbs. "It's okay if you don't want to, I understand."

"It's not like that, just that I can't leave the kids alone at home." She explained.

"Oh." He realised, "but your parents will be home, wouldn't they?"

"Doesn't really matter, our mum was home when Zara broke her arm that night." YN said, yearning her voice of wanting to take a tiny little break but also being tied down. "Sorry."

"Mhmm, I see." He nodded taking a sip from his coffee. "It's alright."

"Umm, do you want to-" she was interrupted with her phone ringing. It was from her neighbour who so nicely looked after the kids for her.

YN's mum was visiting her sister leaving all the kids back home so YN has been stressed even more. Her neighbour, Maia wanted to tell her that her husband was taking her out so she needs to get back home and get back to hers to get ready. YN have to hurry back home.

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked watching concern take over her features.

"It was my neighbour, she looks after the kids whilst I'm working and Adi is not home. She said, she's going out so I have to go back home." She explained and Harry was already putting his car back on drive.

"Yeah, I'll take y'back right away." He nodded. YN noticed the sulking look on his face he was trying so hard to be subtle with. But she caught on it.

"Earlier, I was saying. Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure the kiddos would love to have you there." She suggested and watched him now try his best to not grin like an idiot.

"You sure?" He glanced back and forth between her and the road. He was nervous all of a sudden.

"Mhmm." YN nodded. "It's just going to be pasta for tonight I'm too tired to make anything fancy."

"I don't mind honestly." He shrugged, still trying to contain his excitement.

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It wasn't too long until Harry parked up his car and he was following YN to her flat. It was fairly old building, classic London flat. She decided to take stairs instead of the lift to the fourth floor.

He was already dead on the first floor. He needs to get back to gym, he figured by the time they were on the fourth floor.

"YN, you're back!" A lady at her place exclaimed, who Harry reckoned to be her neighbour. A tall and slim woman with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. "Who is this?" She asked looking directly at him with surprised look on her face.

"Oh this is Harry Styles, my boss." YN introduce him, "and Harry this is Maia, my neighbour."

"Nice to meet you." Harry shook hands with the red head.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" Maia's tone held teasing undertone towards YN.

"Harry, please take a seat." YN gestured him to the small living of her flat. There were Maths and drawing books thrown on the coffee table.

He got to look around a little whilst YN talked to her friend. There were crayon drawing all over the walls, matching on the books layed on the coffee table. The throw blanket thrown messily on the settee he sat on, mismatched love seats and worn down rug pulled the living room together. A pile of over laundry eating it's basket in between what he through were two bedroom doors which were clothes off. A table cornering two chairs by the wall in front of the coffee table had more books on it.

Now just before he was about to look to the other side of the room, the right bedroom door opened to reveal a sleepy Zara walking out with a blanket tangled around her and her teddy bear, which was surely named Coco he remembered from when she told him about at the hospital. The little girl spared him half a glance before he was clinging to her sister's legs with a bear hug.

"Zozo, you're up!" YN exclaimed and shuffled the hair on top the little girl's head.

"I need to get going now." Maia said to YN. "I'll see you around, Harry." Now just as the red head was about to go out, there was another visitor.

A man, who was around his dad's age, Harry thought. Slight stumble to his steps, as gray hair peaking out of the hat on his hair. A worn down jacket which he shrugged off on the floor and headed straight to the empty settee at the other corner of the room making a demand to YN for something. And one by one all the kids started to come out of their rooms.

Least to say, Harry was surprised to see how many people lived in this tiny flat. Five kids, and he didn't see Adi there yet, and the man who he reckoned was the father.

Now he knew, YN had a lot of siblings. But he thought maybe she had three more siblings. He just didn't except for there to be five out of six to be present there.

All the things were starting to fall in place to Harry then and there.

"Who is he, YN?" The youngest of the boys asked.

"This is my Boss, Harry." YN said, "and Harry, these are my siblings, from left, it's Jerek and Samar the twins, Sid, this is Zara and the littlest one is Roy."

"Hello!" Harry smiled at everyone, "oh Hi there." He cooed watched the smallest of the them all crawl towards him. He looked like the baby from The Incredibles, Jack-Jack. The baby was apparently old enough to stand up griping onto Harry's pants there. He was quick to pull the baby up on his lap. And right then Adi came back and the house was full. Luckily Maia made an exit there.

"Hello, Harry how are ya?" Adi greeted with a welcoming smile on his face.

"Hello mate, I'm doing alright." Harry smiled back, "what about you?"

"School have been kicking my arse, but apart from it I'm doing great!" The boy answered, shrugged off his own jacket.

"Did you all complete your homework?" YN asked the mids, dropping her bag on the chair next to her. And all of their answers were no.

"No." Was all of their answer and Adi was shoving everyone back into their bedroom.

"I'm really sorry about that." YN chuckled sheepishly, taking her youngest brother from him and placing him on the rug so he can play along with his other sister.

"It's alright, I just wasn't expecting this." He smiled hoping to make her feel less tensed. He could see the click in her jaw. "Do you want me to help you?" He offered but also followed her to the kitchen without letting her say a word.

It was more cleaner than the living room. But there are apparently nine people living there, so it's excusable. And there was a pile of dishes in the sink.

"It's okay, it won't take me long." YN tried to make him stay in the living but he wasn't leaving.

"I'm a good chef, I promise." He announced as he shrugged off his blazer and made a trip outside to probably keep it somewhere. "What are we making?"

"Just some spaghetti." YN said, watching him look through the things.

YN makes sure to leave a hand written list of ingredients to be pulled out from the fridge before she leaves, so one of the boys' can take those out before she's back home to cook. And they surprisingly follow through always and arrange things nicely on the counter for her.

One thing YN was happy about her job was that she doesn't have to skimp on groceries as much now. The kids can eat however they like and she doesn't have to portion out the food equally to everyone. This made her feel less guilty about taking on the job which was clearly out of her league— in her own opinion at least.

"Where are the pots?" Harry asked, watching her wash her hands thoroughly first thing.

"Here." YN pulled out a pot to boil the water for pasta in. There were ready made spaghetti sauce on the counter. So Harry helped YN with with making a side of garlic bread, of course after washing his own hands first.

"It's gonna take a lot of time. I just usual toast these on a pan as out toaster is broken, I'll do it." YN explained.

"You have an oven, darling, you don't need a pan for it." Harry pointed out.

"Oh, I- uhh... I don't know how to properly use it. I've burnt a few things in it before." She shared sheepishly earning a soft laugh from him.

"Don't worry I'll teach ya." He assured her and walked her through how to use an oven. "Do you want to make a little salad too?"

"I'll have to see what I have in the fridge." She opened up her fridge to find a few veggies which can be used in a salad. And he took over. "You're a great cook, actually. Sorry for doubting you."

Harry gasped with an obviously fake offence on his face, "how dare you!"

And she just shrugged as she put the spaghetti noodles in boiling water. YN was onto making the pasta whilst Harry was done making his veggie concoction on the side and the bread.

"That smells amazing." He complimented watching YN mix in the pre-made sauce and pasta together.

"Why thank you!"

YN got to washing up the dishes in the sink, it was muscle memory to her but she stopped. She's got a guest over!

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"No, why are you sorry?" He shrugged, "you want me to help you with that too?"

"No, no, no, no! I'll do it myself." She warned him. Harry stood there and watched her go about her work. He couldn't stop the questions running through his mind. She hadn't sat down for even a moment she entered her home, she didn't even change out of her formals.

"Is that your dad?" He asked, glancing at the man who was fast asleep on the sofa.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I'm sorry about that. He's not usually home, I don't know why he came home today."

"Why so?"

"I don't know. He comes home once every week or so." YN replied like he knows everything about her, in fact he knows nothing about her, "he doesn't work if that's what you're going to ask me next. I guess he already ran out of his pension for this month on alcohol."

"You don't have to be sorry about this, okay!" He said firmly, "if you don't mind me asking me more about you? I feel like you know everything about me, but I know nothing about you."

"This is pretty much it." She gave him a pressed lip smile, "I'm the oldest of seven kids and our parents don't care for them so I have to fill in their place. Our mum is always at her sister's place." And it's like they're basically without parents, she wanted to add but left out.

"Is this why you're hesitant to go out with me?" He asked.

He's ready to admit that he's selfish, okay!

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I barely get time for myself let alone make time for someone else. And I've realised it's not fair the hard way. So, I don't want to really lead you on. You've become a great friend of mine. I find it very rare to find friends who are nice."

Now he isn't heartbroken about being called her friend, he believes true love starts with friendship, and he's here for it.

"Why'd you say that, love?" He truly wanted to why.

Mainly because he's never faced rejection in this field. Well, he was in a commited relationship since he was eighteen and not to brag, he always had people throwing themselves at his feet. It was a bit ego crushing to be rejected. But he also found himself that much attracted towards her seeing how she was set to not let her priorities budge even an inch.

She goes out of her way to be a parent to her little siblings and make them happy. He wanted to make her happy. It was not an sudden urge. No, no, he genuinely liked her from even before he knew about her siblings.

"My boyfriend broke up with me, because I moved back in with my parents instead of moving in with him after college." She explained. "Don't feel like wasting anyone's time really. I'm... I'm, I'm happy where I am."

Harry picked on her stuttering. He believed it's not true. Or at least partially not true.

And it wasn't true, partially. YN always wanted a little a family of her own. She does have one but wasn't the same she expected it to be. She wanted to go to college, get a doctorate and be a professor, but it wasn't the same as she expected it.

God, she even got into her dream University but she had to drop it all off at the end.

"Mhmm, I see." He acknowledged what she shared.

To be honest, he had an equally demanding lifestyle as a CEO. It was was also perfect as it would be a slow pace start. He just didn't know why he was so damn attracted to her, it was annoying honestly. In a good way of course.

He understood where she comes from now, really. He felt too guilty to ask her again.

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The dinner was served.

Harry was surprised to see how nifty this family was. They had moved the table by the door over the coffee table in the living room and used the sofa as spare chairs.

They all went about their day and talked about one good thing which happened for them. It was very refreshing for Harry. A good tradition to have. But he saw YN was lost somewhere. Her father even joined out of nowhere.

"YN?" Adi pointed out.

"Hmm?"

"What about you?"

"Oh, one good thing happened for me was..." She squinted her eyes as if she was thinking way too hard, "Harry coming over for dinner with us."

"Took you long enough time, eh?" He rolled his eyes making everyone laugh, including YN. And they all moved onto next person. Even Harry was made a part of this tradition.

"Papa?" Zara turned to her turned.

"Nothing good can happen in my life when I have kids like these." Their father said, mainly pointing at YN who was sat at the head of the table and he was sat at the other head of the table. "Now who is he?" And it took him long enough to notice Harry. "Don't we already have enough people in this house?"

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you sir." Harry smiled but got waved off.

"If you could learn to keep it in your pants!" YN hissed at her father before she took her half eaten plate back to kitchen. Harry felt his heart sink to his stomach, he swore he saw tears in her eyes. But one of the boys followed her to the kitchen, so he didn't make a move. Also, there was a toddler leaning onto him and a baby sat on his lap.

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They lost the track of time and it was already half past ten. Some of the kids were fast asleep. It was just the twins, Adi and YN sat in the living room with Harry. YN's father have seem to left for somewhere.

The twins were asking Harry all shorts of questions, right, left, front and back about business as both of them are very much interested in that topic. But was their school night so Harry promised to answer all their questions next time.

YN insisted on walking him down to his car. It wasn't polite to send him off at her door, she said.

"I'm sorry, the little ones were troubling you a lot." YN started.

"No, I had fun." He chuckled, "it's been so long since I've seen my nieces and nephews. So it's all fine."

"I'm glad." She smiled. They stopped by his car.

"You can take a day off tomorrow, you look very tired." He pointed out.

"Oh, I'm fine." She scoffed jokingly. "Thank you for noticing though. You're welcome anytime over for meal."

"Sure."

Awkward silence fell in between them for what felt like life time.

"Can I hug you before I go?"

"Alright, drive safe Harry."

Harry and YN both said at the same time, just to burst out in fit of laugh on the street.

"Sure!" She agreed and went for it to hig him.

He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug whilst her own were wrapped around his middle. He fought hard to not kiss her hair and cross that thin line. None of them wanted to pull away from the embrace, really.

"You know, I'm so proud of you!" He gave her a squeeze and felt a little nod of her head against his chest.

YN was ready to run up and lock herself up in the bathroom to cry her heart out. No one has told that. He noticed. Taking in a deep breath, she reluctantly pulled away to stand half a step back from him.

"I'm sorry for turning you down earlier. Can't really leave these monsters alone." She shrugged, "don't feel like bothering Maia everytime, you know. Adi had to stay back at his work today, and, and I hardly ever go out anyway. Just- it's just..." Her little explaination was punctuated with a sigh.

Harry had noticed now that they've become good friends at least, she apologises too much. Which he finds endearing but also not good at the same time. She doesn't need to apologise for things which are out of her control.

"I get it, darling, don't worry about it." He smiled. "And yes, I'll drive home safe." He interrupted her even before she could say anything and got into his car, waited until she was safely back in her building before he drove off.

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It was Thursday evening, Harry was meeting up his family for dinner. It was just before Gemma leaves for her bachelorette party.

Now, his family was very supportive of him throughout what he was going through. He sold his mantion, so his mum let him crash at hers before he found a different much and a smaller place just for him. Gemma was a great help for him.

Gemma was the first one arrive, as always.

Harry was so happy to see her because the next time he'll be seeing his sister would be when she's finally a bride. They sat down and ordered drinks to wait for their mum who was five minutes away.

His happi did not last much longer though. He saw YN all dolled up and going to the upper level of the restaurant, with a man. A pretty dress, he's hardly ever seen her in one, her hair styled perfectly in a braid, all in all she looked stunning.

But it broke his heart to see her with someone else. Maybe she's on a date?

No, because he saw two other girls following her. But she said she hardly ever goes out to him that night when he asked to be his date at his sister's wedding. If she didn't wanted to go, she should have told him straight up to his face, not lie about not ever going out, even with her friends.

Well, now who is he to decide when or if she can go out with her friends or not.

He was just upset she wasn't giving him a chance.

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YN was having a chill evening at home. The kids were surprisingly behaving well today. They were quietly doing their homework, they even helped her around the house today, which doesn't happen that often.

Well, it all started to fall into place when her former colleagues barged into her flat and took her out. Apparently, Adi and Maia set this all up seeing her sulking around for a reason they don't know.

Well, the reason was turning down Harry, her boss, who asked her to be his date at his sister's wedding.

It was her inner turmoil eating at her. He's her boss now, but it was inevitable to deny her feelings for him which have only grown since she have met him.

Her new colleague already look down on her, especially seeing her and Harry being such good friends. It is hard enough to work at the place knowing people think she got the job just because she's friends with the CEO or worse, that she's sleeping with the CEO. It doesn't take that long for gossip to circulate around the office.

But she can think about it when she's in bed instead of going to sleep tonight.

"YN, come on!" Jamila whined like a toddler trying to convince her to go out with them.

"Yes, YN!" Even Zara jumped on her from back as she was sat on her bed, "I'll help you pick a dress!" With that the girl jumped off and dragged her sister to the closet. "This one!" She picked a green dress YN had abandoned a long, long time ago.

"Perfect choice, Zara!" Jamila exclaimed, "YN, now go get ready, chop chop!"

"Please don't force me, you know how these kids are, can't leave them alone for a bit." YN pouted.

Honestly, she just wanted to sulk around more, that's all she wanted to do.

"Come on!" Zara started pushing her sister towards the bathroom so she can go and change and get ready. But it still took half an hour more for Zara and Jamila to convince her to go out.

But they were finally out. Jamila had also called Tom (the guy who very clearly has a crush on her and has even asked her out on a date before) and Alisha, another one of YN's former colleague for their little dinner get together. It was barely impromptu like Jamila had been going off about as she had already made a reservation for the four of them.

"Look at you in the dress I gifted you on your 21th birthday!" Alisha pointed out tauntingly so because her friend never takes time for herself, get out of the house more for anything other than work or family related drama.

All YN wore back in college were dresses. She loved wearing dresses, but they're just not convenient and comfortable to move around with her lifestyle anymore. So this dress Alisha gifted her has never the light of day (or night perhaps) until now.

She followed after a Tom as the two other girls were busy with their little family gossip.

"Oh my god, YN you won't believe what happened at our other cousin's pre-wedding ceremony last week..." And they both started filling her on the little funny yet tragic story of their cousins face planting straight into the pool with all his clothes on trying to argue to with their mothers. It made her week.

That's all they talked about the whole night.

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It was two weeks later Gemma's wedding. Harry went on a solo vacation to Japan after and he cried like a baby on his sister's wedding drunk his arse off.

Gemma doesn't call him her baby brother for no reason!

YN on the other hand was very puzzled by his behaviour. He was acting like he didn't know her. Responding to her texts only when it's work related, or just walking right past her on the rounds he made every other day all throughout his company premises.

He'd usually stay over, ask if she wants to go grab lunch with him. But he barely looked her direction.

Today YN had some paper work for him so she went upto his floor and approached his PA, Mike.

"Hello, Mike. How are you today?" She greeted him with a smile.

Mike's only person who's kind to her after Harry, who is also acting up lately.

"Hello mate, I'm doing great. How are you?" He smiled.

"I'm good. I'm good." YN nodded, "I have a few things I need Harry to sign these could you please give it to him?"

"He's in his office, why don't you go in yourself?" He suggested.

"I don't know-" she stopped herself, "alright. You sure he's free?"

"He must be taking care of few emails, but yeah he is free."

"Okay." YN nodded, unsure if she should go in or not.

YN doesn't know what she did to potentially upset him that he's ignoring her. But she also needs to get some work done from him. She should be professional. So taking in a deep breath she knocked on his door before opening the door enough to pop her head in.

"May I come in?" She asked and just got a nod from him, he didn't even bother to look at her as she walked in. She calmly placed the file on his desk. "I need your signatures on this."

"I'm busy now, YN, not now."

"Okay. I'll leave this here. Please ask Mike to let me know when you're done." She nodded and took a step back, ready to get back to her work.

"Wait up." He called.

"Hmm?" She turned around to find him already reaching for a pen as he briefly read the documents. He signed it for her.

"Here." He closed the blue file back up and handed it to her. Still kot a single glance at her.

"Thank you." She took it, "hey, do you maybe wanna get lunch together. No, I actually brought your favourite pasta today."

He let out a heavy sigh, and looked back at her from her, "alright." He said, a slight smile took over her face as she nodded and walked out.

He reckoned he should just talk it out with her. It's very childish for him to ignore her. He ain't in middle school now, that he would ignore his friend and not talk about it.

And he missed her.

The word has gotten to him, that his employees are making up rumours about them, some very nasty ones as well. He knows that she knows everything.

It wasn't long before she walked right back, holding onto the Tupperware box with her sweater paws, hissing from how hot the container of food felt on her hands as she placed it on the coffee table in his office.

"You alright?" He asked walking upto her.

"Yeah, I warmed it up in the microwave." She shared, to finally look at him.

YN almost forgot to breathe there. He shed his blazer and rolled back his sleeves as it was suddenly starting to feel claustrophobic and hot in his office. His sleeve of tattoos was on show. A stem of what seems like some sort of flower stuck out, a naked mermaid, an anchor, a bee and what looks to me a bible inked into his skin. She's only ever seen peaks of his anchor tattoo and the cross just below his thumb on his left hand, and that he sometimes liked to paint his nails some fun and cute colours. Today he had some pastel blue nail varnish chipping off his nails.

She'd feel too shy to admit his look was doing things to her as she stood towering right next to her.

"Here." She handed him a fork to cut the awkwardness she was feeling and sit down on the sofa. "Are you alright?"

"Mhmm." He sounded.

"You sure?"

And he leaned back on his seat, shoulders slumped. He really reminded her of Zara as she does the same thing when she's upset. Though she's a bit more dramatic than he is.

Harry is literally like a toddlers.

"I don't know." A small shrug of his shoulders almost went unnoticed by her, "I just... I'm stuck. And I don't know how to talk about this. I surely should not talk about it now. You know I've talked about how I feel about you."

"I know, Harry. Did I do something to make you upset?"

"Two Fridays ago, went to get dinner with m'sister and mum and I saw your there with your friends." He felt embarrassed to talk about this but it was eating at him and he needed to get it off his chest, "you said you barely go out with your friends when I asked you to go out with me."

"Oh, Harry!" YN cooed.

"I'm sorry, it's stupid. Forget I said it." He fixed his posture and brushed it off.

"No it's not stupid. My friend just came over and dragged me out with her because I was sulking around for turning you down. I do feel bad, but I don't think us leading this on would be fair for either of us." She explained, "I just don't want you to waste your time after me when I can't take even an hour to myself. I care about you and I don't want you to end up being hurt all over again."

"I don't mind." He shook his head. "I have a busy schedule too, you know won't demand your time. You know we can be a team and figure things out as we go. And you don't know how hard I've fallen for you, it is so difficult to be just friends with you. If you'd give me one chance."

"Okay." She announced, taking him by surprise.

"Okay? As in you're willing give you and me a chance?" If he were a cartoon character, YN was sure his eyes would sparkle in that moment. She just nodded to answer him. "Oh my god!" He sighed in excitement.

His dimples and pink mouth was making it irresistible to her there. It isn't fair that he looks this pretty!

"What?" She chuckled sheepishly, he was staring right at her.

"Nothing, we'll discuss this later, yeah?"

"Hmm." She nodded. "This is going to get cold and I ain't going back to heat it up. Almost burnt my hand!"

"Alrighty, love."

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Harry drove YN back to her place like he usually does.

"See you tomorrow, Harry." YN smiled as she grabbed her bag and got out of his black Ferari, one of the many cars he owns and decided to drive today.

He followed her out, "wait up!" He called after her.

"Hmm?"

Harry took half a step ahead to grab her hand just so he could go back and lean on his car, now holding onto her hand in a delicate touch. She can pull away but she chose not to, glancing at their joint hands for a moment she looked back up to find him smirking happily.

"I want you to call Paul first thing in the morning and tell him you're not coming to work tomorrow. Go pack up a small bag for a trip of three days." He told her, "I'll come and pick you up in the morning we'll have breakfast with the kids and leave."

"Harry, I really can't go away, you the kids are—" YN hesitated just to feel him squeeze her hand to make her stop.

"Listen to me, please?" He requested, "just three days, I've taken of everything. The kiddos will be fine, had a little chat with Adi earlier he said he'll take care of them."

"Harry but he's a kid himself, they'll eat his brain out!" She whined, slightly anxious as her eyes started to pool with tears.

"I'll have that taken of." He assured her, "do you trust me, YN?" He pulled her closer with his free hand resting on her waist.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Then you can trust me that the kids will be safe when you're away, yeah?" His voice was soft and low, "you can trust me to take care of that for you. It's good to take some help sometimes."

"Okay."

"Okay!" He announced.

"How did you- when did you talked to Adi?" She asked finally, catching him off guard. A sheepish smile took over his face.

"I've got his number." He smiled sheepishly, "but that not important."

"Okay." She agreed.

"You've become so important to me, YN, you know that?" He spoke softly, luckily the street was pin drop silenced for her to hear him as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and left his hand rested on her cheek. The pad of his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on the high points of her face. "You've truly helped me be a better person. For my own self and for everyone I care. I know you don't like to take a credit for it, but it is true." YN looked at him all confused so he continued.

"That night when we almost kissed, that made me realise I need to be a better person. I couldn't do the same to her what she had done to me. I also needed time for myself which I haven't had in eleven years!" He sighed, "I had a lot of healing to do, got me some help- felt so much less guilty about, might I add. In all of this you never left my side. You still gave me a chance when you were probably mad at me for happened that night. It still haunts me sometimes. That was not that the right way I wanted it to come out to you. And now I want you by my side. You've become a best friend of mine, a friend I can turn to if I have to hide a dead body- hypothetically speaking."

That made YN chuckle softly. "Thank you so much for giving me a chance to be a better friend and a potential lover as well. I hope I'm not reaching by that, but I also hope that becomes true someday."

"No you're not." She assured him, a relaxed smile playing on her lips, "have anyone told you, you sound like you're living eighteen hundreds when you're being vulnerable? Perhaps I should tell you sir, you look magnificently adorable whilst doing so."

"I see you've been getting time to read Pride and Prejudice afterall, my lady." He giggled. "Then allow me to say this to you before our first date, YN as I can fucking keep it in me no more, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." YN couldn't help the giggle spilling past her lips making his dimply smile appear much more wider before he continued to conclude, "I just love you so much, the way I've never felt before."

His eyes were teary, YN noticed. The tip of his nose was pink, maybe it was because of the cold.

"Oh, Haz!" YN cooed. "Can I hug you?" He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her. "I wanted to tell you the same things you just said. I love you too."

Harry let out a happy sigh as he hugged her tighter. "Oh, I can't breathe, Harry, you're crushing my ribs!" She patted his back for time out.

Giggling softly he pulled back reluctantly, just enough to rest his forehead on hers. "You going to remember pack tonight for the trip?"

"Mhmm." She sounded.

"I should probably get going then, hmm?" His voice held a little teasing lilt to it, noticing her gaze traveling down to his mouth and back to his eyes.

"Oh, okay..." She nodded, clearly a little upset that he chose to ignore her signs. But she needs to verbalise it, he just can't go assuming things like that. He waited for a beat longer waiting for her to say something, "Harry, you know!"

"What?" He gasped, feeling a particular soft yet forceful smack on his chest.

"Can I also kiss you, please?" She asked. Finally!

"You don't have to ask twice, my love." He grinned at her cheekily before bringing her in, placing his mouth on hers with a hand on the back of her neck. She hitched at the sudden contact but it didn't take her long to give in, her eyes shuttered close feeling his pillowy soft lips her own. She could feel her tummy doing seven back flips and ten front flips at once, when she felt his hand grip on the side of her hip to pull her even closer. She reluctantly pulled away, to breathe of course, but also because she was finally looking forward to what he has planned. Or she could really stand there and make out with him for some more time.

"One more for good luck," he placed a peck on her mouth, lingering just a beat longer.

"Good luck for what?" She asked him, just to earn a confused shrug from him.

"I don't know really, for my drive back home?" It sounded more like a question than an answer to her query. "Maybe I needed a reason. Well, do I reason to kiss you now? Just I don't—"

His rambling was interrupted by her placing a delicate kiss on his dimpled cheek. "Nope, you don't."

"Just one more and I'll leave, I promise." With that he placed his mouth on hers again.

"We have plenty more days, now go, you need to get some sleep!" YN chuckled sheepishly, pulling away she urged him towards his car but he still had his hands griping onto her hips.

"Why, won't I be getting to relax on our date, love?" He teased her tickling her sides in process, she laughed loudly before managing to slip out of his grip.

"Go now."

"Good night, my love."

"Good night." She waited tl he got into his car, "text me when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, now you go in or else I'm not leaving." He warned her. She followed though and went into her building.

She was going on a date after ages!

More like a vacation of some sorts, but either way she was excited now. She hadn't gone out somewhere to get some time for herself since her last ever school picnic.

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N O T E :

This request have been in my draft for ages, finally got to finish this.

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