#like i know he NEEDS to lose weight but it still feels really risky

[solxamber]

Hi! Loved your villainess series and i can't wait for a Jamil chapter! In the meantime, do you mind if I request Jamil x a reader whom the Asims are absolutely terrified of? As in they're one of the most genuinely kind people out there but they could eradicate you with a snap of their fingers when pissed (though they only do that in extreme situations and are pretty reasonable). So as soon as Jamil starts dating them, everyone in the Asim household starts walking on eggshells around him cause they don't want to be eradicated off the face of the earth. He still has to do his job but the more dangerous aspects or any extra work is delegated to somebody else. Basically, Jamil can now be as overachieving as he wants since nobody has enough of a death wish to risk pissing off his lover.

Jamil Viper x Intimidating! reader

thank you for waiting <3 i hope you like it

The moment Jamil starts dating you, the entire Asim household becomes a drastically different place. It’s not like you’re a tyrant or anything—you’re the sweetest, kindest person they’ve ever met.

You’re always smiling, polite, and helpful. But everyone knows about that side of you. The side that only shows when something pushes too far, and you go from warm and gentle to terrifying in the blink of an eye.

It doesn’t happen often—really, it only ever happens in extreme situations—but one close encounter was more than enough to put the fear of you into the entire Asim household.

The first time it happened, one of the servants had accidentally endangered Jamil by not paying attention. Nothing too serious in hindsight, but in the heat of the moment, you had stepped in, voice cold and eyes sharp as you reprimanded the poor servant with an intensity no one expected from you.

You didn’t yell or make a huge scene, but the weight of your words and the terrifying calm in your expression was more than enough to send everyone scattering. And now, that incident has taken on a life of its own, becoming a whispered legend among the staff.

Jamil, however, is a little too amused by the whole situation. He’s never seen you lose your temper with him, and he finds it kind of satisfying watching everyone tiptoe around, desperate not to cross you.

Not to mention, it’s made his life a whole lot easier. Suddenly, all the extra dangerous or exhausting tasks that used to be piled on him are conveniently handled by someone else. No one dares to risk upsetting you by overworking him.

As you walk into the Asim estate one day, the staff noticeably scatter, heads ducked as they try not to make any mistakes in your presence. You exchange an amused look with Jamil as he walks beside you.

"Did I do something to terrify them today?" you whisper, half-joking.

Jamil smirks, clearly enjoying this more than he should. "No, they're just smart. Nobody wants to be the one responsible for angering you."

You roll your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. "I’m not that bad."

"Tell that to the servant who accidentally put me in danger last month. I think he’s still recovering," Jamil replies, his voice teasing.

You blush, feeling a little guilty. "I didn’t mean to scare him. He just needed to be more careful."

"Oh, you didn’t scare him. You petrified him," Jamil says, his smug grin growing wider. “Now, everyone’s scrambling to make sure I don’t get stuck with anything that could stress me out, all because they don’t want you to get upset on my behalf."

He’s not wrong. It’s like there’s an unspoken agreement among the staff that keeping Jamil stress-free is the key to survival.

Tasks that used to involve risky magic, late nights, or heavy lifting are reassigned before they even reach Jamil’s to-do list. And it’s not just because Jamil’s Kalim’s right-hand man; it’s because of you.

The thought of you unleashing your wrath is enough to keep the household running smoothly, with no one willing to take chances.

Jamil stretches, looking relaxed for the first time in what feels like years. “I could get used to this,” he mutters, clearly reveling in his newfound freedom from extra work.

You shoot him a playful glare. "You’re enjoying this too much."

"Can you blame me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve got more free time, no one’s shoving dangerous tasks my way, and I have the best motivation to keep it that way.” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, “That motivation being you.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, warmth flooding your chest. Jamil isn’t always one for open displays of affection, but when he does say things like this, they hit hard. You can’t help but smile, reaching out to take his hand as you walk together.

"I didn’t mean to turn the whole household into a bunch of scaredy-cats," you admit, squeezing his hand.

Jamil chuckles softly, pulling you a little closer. “It’s not your fault they’re terrified. You just have... a certain presence when you’re angry.”

You snort, shaking your head. "I’m sure you’re not complaining, considering all the benefits."

"Not one bit," he says, his voice smooth and teasing. “Though I’ll admit, I don’t need them to be scared of you. I can handle my own problems.”

"Uh-huh, sure," you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. “And here I thought you were just enjoying the luxury of not being overworked.”

Jamil leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I enjoy being with you more.”

Your heart flips, and before you know it, you’re turning your head and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, unable to resist the moment. He seems a little taken aback, his smug exterior cracking for a second as he blinks in surprise. Then, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face.

"Keep that up, and I might start making excuses to slack off even more," he teases.

You laugh, shaking your head. "I can’t believe you. I’m not your excuse to get out of work."

Jamil grins, his eyes softening as he looks at you. “Maybe not. But you’re definitely the reason I’m a lot happier these days.”

He says it so casually, but the sincerity in his voice makes your chest feel tight with affection. You glance up at him, your hand still in his, and you realize just how much he’s changed since you started dating.

He’s still the same hardworking, overachieving Jamil, but now he’s more relaxed, more at ease. And you’re glad you can be a part of that.

Meanwhile, the staff is still scattering like leaves in the wind as you and Jamil stroll through the estate. Kalim, of course, is the only one who remains blissfully oblivious to the atmosphere.

"Hey, guys!" Kalim shouts, bounding over with a bright smile. “I just heard about a new event happening tonight! You two are coming, right?”

Jamil exchanges a glance with you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, Kalim, I think I’m going to take the night off. We have plans,” he says smoothly, pulling you a little closer.

Kalim grins, not missing a beat. “Oh! That’s awesome! Have fun!”

You can’t help but chuckle at Kalim’s eternal optimism, but as you walk away, you notice a few of the servants letting out relieved sighs. They clearly appreciate that Jamil is taking a break, but you’re well aware of what they’re really relieved about: keeping you happy.

Jamil’s smirk returns as you head back to your shared quarters. “I think I owe you for this.”

You raise an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For making my life a whole lot easier," he says, his voice low and teasing.

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your lips as you lean into him. "Just don’t get too cocky."

Jamil grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Too late.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Maybe the Asim household will always be a little terrified of you, but if it means keeping Jamil happy and safe, you can live with that.

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[maximumkillshot]

I Can't Lose You-Part 12

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, mentions of doctors appointments, that's it!

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: All the boys except Chan, although Chan is mentioned, Reader

A/N: The reader needs a break!!! So here we are. This one is fluffy, it feels good to me. I hope you guys like it! Also, I am pretty sure I had two seizures in the last two days (At least). Thank you to everyone for being so patient. I will try to resume my Friday schedule. Thank you so much for your understanding and well wishes!!

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Bin POV:

“Everyone ready to go?” I asked. Early in the morning the psychiatrist came in to talk to Y/N. They asked me to come in for a few seconds with Han. They let us know that they really didn’t want her anywhere near the house and to stay with at least Han and I, but it was preferable for most if not all of us to be there for at least the first week. The trauma tied to the 3 Racha house is just too much at this point, the doctors were also worried about Chan making the recovery even worse than it already is. Y/N agreed wholeheartedly and with that she was given follow up appointments. Finally the latest blood tests came just before lunch and she was given a clean bill of health and an outpatient appointment for her OBGYN. Felix, Minho, I.N., and Hyunjin all went to the DanceRacha house to start prepping for us to head there. Felix texted me that he had a few surprises for her which made me smile, she needs a good surprise right about now. 

I’m still worried about Y/N. The DanceRacha dorms are a good option, but I know that for me, I still have memories tied to Chris there. I’m wondering if that is exactly what she is thinking. I can’t help but worry about it. “Remember the deal with the doctors is for you to be away from that house and with your support system. Are you sure you don’t want a place of your own? I want you to be comfortable as you heal.” 

“I don’t have the money for that,” Y/N smiled at me. It was a reassuring one, as if she could read my mind. She and I always had this connection. Whenever I was feeling down she would pop in to see how I was doing. 

I remember one time, it was maybe 3am and I was working on lyrics. They were risky, going double the speed of the song's beat, the technique is called ‘double time’ in rapping. Fast spitting rappers do it all the time, think Eminem and Busta Rhymes. It was my first time attempting it and I contemplated each and every syllable like a landmine. Writing it wasn't the issue, it was being able to deliver it while dancing. Those syllables take up a lot of air, not to mention the brutality that comes with dancing and singing at the same time. Our steps aren't insanely difficult, but they definitely take up oxygen like no one's business. So I'd get up, do push ups, jumping jacks, burpees, anything to get my heart rate up to about what it would be when performing, then I'd try to deliver the lines. Doing this is always painful, your body is screaming at you to stop talking, hunch over, and gasp for air. Obviously, we can't do that, so we try our hardest to build endurance. Some are like Chan, who sing while doing cardio (which is insane, by the way, I felt like I was dying when I tried it), some are like LeeKnow, packing on layer after layer of heavy clothing before and during dance practice, forcing the body to exert itself so much that when all of those layers are off, each movement and breath is a breeze (also insanity to do. It feels like working out in a sauna with a weighted, heated blanket on you). Me? I brute forced it. 

Anyway, Y/N noticed that I was really getting obsessed with these lyrics and doing them so that I was as close to the line of unhuman speed crossed with physical activity as possible. I'm the fastest rapper in the 4th generation and I wanted to show why I was. Y/N came into my room and said,“Binnie, you need to trust yourself. You know what's best, you have the best instincts I've ever seen. Remember, if you're about to dive in a pool, don't think about the height of the diving board, clear your mind, and jump in. Don't think, just do.” 

Even now, through all of this, you would think that a bond like that would be weakened, seeing her like that would make some pull away. It just brought me closer. I am in awe of her. The sheer will to live. The tenacity. The beauty in her broken parts know no bounds. It reminds me of ruins from ancient civilizations. Seeing the beauty in what was, and marveling at what is left. Only the strongest parts are left, the essence of that civilization. She is beyond anyone I've ever seen. Her capacity to love is beyond comprehension. 

That's why I am so happy to know her. To really know her. To be the person she reaches for, to ground herself. She trusts me to be there. And I will be. Simply because it’s an honor to love her. Money isn't an object for her. 

“Money isn’t a problem, would you like to be in a place of your own?” I asked again. I would spend my whole paycheck on her if I had the chance. She deserves to be spoiled.

“I still want to be at the other dorm, it’s familiar. For some reason I feel safe there. Is that okay?” She asked, looking at Seungmin. Little did she know that we had been talking about this for a bit before she woke up. We knew that pushing this topic on her would be too much, but at the same time, from what Seungmin told me, the doctors were never going to release her to the same house that Chris is in.

Seungmin chuckled, “Birdie, it’s not a problem, you have never not been welcome at my dorm, you know this,” he deadpanned. It is true…all of the boys over that house would get so excited as soon as they heard Y/N was coming over. They’d want to spend the entirety of the visit with her, a lot of the time they would start to pout if they felt she wasn't spending enough time with them. So when the idea came up their eyes lit up. Anywhere she goes, I'm not going anywhere. 

“Okay then it’s settled.” I smiled at her, combing a stray strand out of her face. I’m happy that she’s finally getting out of here. She has been through so much in such a short amount of time. She needs to be left alone. I am scared for her. I want her to be safe, and worries keep on popping in my head. How do I protect her? What if saesangs get a whiff that something is wrong? What if the company tried to force her to stay with Chris? What if she takes him back? That part hurt. Seeing how badly she was hurt simply because he was being an asshole. Simply because he treated a diamond like sand on a decrepit shore. The thought made me shake with rage as I looked at the woman in front of me, she looked at me with furrowed brows, that brought me back to her.

Y/N looked into my eyes at that moment, like she was tapped into my brain. She gave my hand a squeeze as she said, “Binnie? What's wrong, talk to me…” she shyly played with my fingers. Her touch was feather light given the bruises that formed on my knuckles. I wanted to tell her the truth about them. My impulse to be honest, making the words bubble in my throat. Right behind the truth of what I'm feeling.

I wanted to tell her I love you, I wanted to tell you for so long. The minute I met you I fell for you, your soft voice, your booming laugh, your corny jokes. All of it. Not just the you before but the you now. I know life is going to be hard for you, I want to be there. I want to stand next to you and catch you whenever you need to collapse. I will give you everything I have. You deserve to know what real love is. I know Chris isn't good for you. You don't need this pain, this heartache, you don't deserve to be treated like an option. You are the one and only person I ever loved and will continue to love for the rest of my life. I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's okay. I just want you to know that he isn't the only option. I am just one person, I am sure thousands of men would line up and down city blocks just to see you, let alone have a chance with you. Instead I said “ just thinking.”

There is a time and a place for everything. Telling her right now could confuse her more, make her feel like I just want something from her. That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. The fact that she has been used like this and thrown to the side, expected to all of a sudden tolerate the people that did that to her. 

I saw the opportunity to draw attention away and I took it as I said “Seungmin, you have everything?” “Yeah, we should be ready to go soon,” he said as he kept packing all of the random hoodies that were used as pillows when we stood overnight with her. It's been years since most of us slept in the same room as the others. Every few hours a nurse would come in to check on Y/N, sometimes startling her. Everytime that happened Seungmin and I would wake up. We aren't light sleepers in particular, but it was more reflexive than anything. The nurse would quietly remind her that she's safe and all of her boys are with her. No one is going to hurt or sneak up on her. It'd still take a little time for her to go back to bed. Seungmin and I would refuse to even close our eyes until her heart rate went back to resting and her body would be completely relaxed and limp. 

Now that things are starting to simmer down I am wondering why Seungmin had this reaction. He's been very strong through it all and he is even going against his nature of just observing. I am wondering what it is that I don't know. I just want to be filled in. Seungmin isn't known for physical affection, instead opting for annoying people he loves until they inevitably get closer to the edge of insanity. It's an odd way to show love, but Seungmin has never been known for traditional methods. 

So why is it that he’s calling her pet names and smiling at her that way? Did he always smile at her like that? It’s so comforting, almost endearing. More than anything she is sharing the look. Something definitely happened but I have no clue what. 

“Angel, you have all the appointments and all of that?” I looked back to her and she smiled at me saying, “Yup, I just want out of here. It’s been crazy. I just want to cuddle with my boys and watch a movie.” I could feel the sincerity in her words. 

It wasn’t too long after that when Han came with the wheelchair saying, “You’re chariot awaits.” I am still really worried about her. She still says the cramps are no joke. Her cravings are still everywhere too. When she asked the attending about it they explained that her body is still going to have those pregnancy cravings for at least a few more weeks. I could see the hint of sadness in her features when hearing that. The only thing I could imagine herself feeling is that it’s another reminder. A reminder of what could’ve been. 

On our way to the house I could feel her excitement ramp up. I could hear her giggles as she listened to the radio. She waited and bounced at the redlights. I looked behind me and I saw everyone else in the car smiling lopsidedly as she giggled. Y/N wasn’t known for very big displays of excitement unless it was for something that she really really wanted or missed having. 

I could see the color in her face, knowing that if Hannie and I didn’t do what we needed to do, this would not have been the case. Instead, I get to see her smile, feel her laugh a little more, and be thankful for every moment, I always was but now? It’s like I have a deeper love for her. She was already a part of me, but now she is like a vital organ, as odd as it sounds. 

As I was in my own thoughts I heard a song play, it was one that I knew she loved. Immediately I felt her hand grab mine, which was on the shared arm rest. Usually if she wanted the armrest she would just nudge me until I relented and shared, but this was different. She laid her arm on top of mine, her hand interlocking with mine as she sang along to the song. I couldn’t help but think it belonged there. Touches are a part of her expression of comfortability. It’s how she communicates, which I happen to know all too well. This had more weight to it somehow. She felt like she knew that no matter what she’d be safe. Which was and still is true.

When we pulled around the corner we were met with balloons in her favorite color on the doorstep. Her eyes lit up as she said, “What’s this?” I just shrugged as I said, “I don’t know, Lix told me that he was up to something but I didn’t really know what.” As soon as we parked Y/N bounced as she waited for one of us to come around and help her. 

I think that she was surprised at the fact that we had done anything, period. I know that she has a complex. She tends to feel like she isn’t worth the time. That was something that she told me in confidence one night. Every night she would cry herself to sleep for the better part of 2 and a half years. Hannie and I did not catch it until we started spending weekends with her. 

One night I heard whimpering from their room, when I knocked I heard sniffles. I gently pushed the door open, I found her curled in a ball, crying looking at her phone. When I asked her what was wrong she just handed me the phone. On it was a text thread. 

Y/N: hey are you coming home? It’s Friday and I wanted to watch a movie with you. Channie❤️: Not this again, Y/N. I’m working, I don’t have time for this. Y/N: You promised you’d take some days off every week, so you don’t burn out. You even said that those days are our days.  Channie❤️: Y/N the more you talk to me the longer I have to be in the studio. So you are causing me to be away longer because you can’t be patient.  Y/N: I haven’t seen you in weeks, Channie. You are always gone, I miss you and I feel alone… like you don’t care.  Channie❤️: bingo! You are right. I don’t care. My phone is getting turned off. Maybe then you’ll get the message that I don’t have time for you. Get some sleep, trust me, don’t wait up. 

I held her all night that night, I dried her tears as she clung onto me for dear life. Like I said before, her love language is touch, so to literally be starved of that for weeks from her husband made me feel enraged. More than anything, I wanted to make her comfortable. 

I wrapped her in a fluffy blanket of which I called ‘the Y/N burrito’. Then I picked her up while she giggled and placed her on the couch. We watched whatever she wanted. Early into the morning she started craving her favorite snack so we went out in pajamas, got the snacks, and had a movie marathon. It’s one of my favorite memories with her. She started off that night crying and ended it safe in my arms, snacks surrounding her as credits rolled on the T.V. 

I brushed her hair back as I stared at her sleeping so peacefully on the couch. The credits created a dim and timid light as I wiped the chocolate from the corners of her mouth. It was about 6am when Chris walked in. He looked annoyed and just walked past us as if we were ghosts. 

I recounted this as I saw the balloons, thinking that whatever is inside, she is going to love it. 

Han was first to grab her. When Seungmin unlocked the door with the overnight bags slung over his shoulder we could hear a little gasp and some talking. Han held her hand as we walked. 

“This is so sweet you guys didn’t have to,” she stopped at the balloons, looking at them as if they were the most precious diamonds she has ever seen. Then when we walked in she started sniffling. 

Sitting on the couches were 6 pillow sized plushies, and one giant plushie. Y/N loves plushies, their textures calm her. What got her to cry though, was what each of them represented. The one giant plushie was an angel. The other 6 were a lioness, a crown, a bird, a sunflower , Anya, and the National flower of Korea, the mugunghwa, the symbol of eternal beauty, that one has to be Minho’s. 

I have no clue where he even found some of these. Especially the lioness, that one represented I.N.’s nickname for her. Whenever anyone tried to mess with us he always said, “if you think the wolf is bad wait until the lioness hears about this.”

She started crying, “they��. They’re all my nicknames. The ones you gave me.” She immediately went to the angel and grabbed it, hugging it tightly as she cried. 

My heart broke and swelled at the same time. She should never have to feel like anyone is going to abandon her. It makes me so sad to know that she was so scared of losing us. All because of one foolish and egotistical man. He deserves nothing, especially not her love. Yet she loved him anyway. That is the type of person that she is. 

Felix came up to her and said, “I figured if one of us had to go out and you missed us, now you’ll have a piece of us with you. You won’t be alone, and we’ll always come back to you. So when we leave, you can hold on to them really tight and know that soon we’ll be there.” I could see the tears about to leave his eyes.

If anyone was able to do something this sweet for Y/N, it would be Felix. The way that he cares for her, comforts her, it’s like they share one mind. He knows that she loves plushies. Ones that are so soft she can just sink into them. Chris never really liked too many things in his room. So he always discouraged her from decorating with plushies. He also felt that, although they were cute, they had no place in an adult’s bedroom. Especially not a leader’s bedroom. Most of her plushies found residence in my room. 

I had no problem holding onto them for her and sometimes she would even decorate my room with them. Every movie night, before Hannie and I came home, she would grab the plushies and throw them on Han’s bed. She’d decorate with them, with Hannie’s favorite holding a bag of Hannie’s snacks. She’d also have her favorite, she named it Ollie, and Gyu on the bed, with popcorn in the middle. 

That always made me smile. That wherever Ollie went, so did Gyu. Whenever I would sleep in the same bed with her, I would grab Ollie and Gyu. One night she asked if she could hold Gyu for a bit. Usually I don’t let anyone touch him, but she isn’t anyone. Without hesitation I handed her Gyu and she handed me Ollie. I remember hearing her sigh with comfort as she talked to Gyu about me. How lucky Gyu must be to fall asleep next to me every night. She thanked him for comforting me and for allowing me to sleep soundly. Even on every tour, she would pack Ollie and Gyu for me to sleep with. The first time she did it, she wrote a note with it. ‘I’m going to miss you, but so is Ollie. I may not be able to go with you but Ollie can! Sleep well, have a great tour, I’ll see you soon Binnie!-Angel.’

She looked up at Felix, released the angel, and hugged him as she whimpered a bunch of tiny little “thank you’s” into his chest. I think she realized that all of us know that she is scared. We may not say it but we do. We know and we all love her so much. We are here for her. Even if we may not be there in person, there is no place we would rather be than being with her. 

Felix held her and pulled back after a few minutes. He wiped her tears and he said, “come on sit, take a load off. The brownie batter is almost done… unless you want to help?” He smirked at her. 

She practically dragged Felix to the kitchen and Minho yelled, “Yah, I’m not done in here!” She giggled and asked what he was doing. I came into the kitchen to see Minho tying tenderloin together. She was watching curiously as he worked. He said, “it is your first day home and we should celebrate that. I’m making beef wellington, and don’t worry I left out the mushrooms, replaced it with onions and carrots for you.”

“Really? Thank you Minho! This is going to be the best dinner, thank you!!” She bounced and kissed him on the cheek. His ears turned red as he said, “okokok go over there with Lix’ you guys can have the oven first since this needs to chill,” he kissed her forehead right before she bolted to help Lix. I couldn’t help but giggle at her as she breathed life into the room. 

I could see that she was really touched that he said, ‘your first day home’. Those words meant that now she is home. This is her space as well as theirs, that will never change. I could see her trying to hold back tears as she baked. Once things were baking Lix’ plugged in the switch and we had a blast playing games while we waited for dinner to come around. After everything was baked and made, we all sat down for a nice dinner, like we used to in the shared dorms.

Right before we all sat down Y/N smiled and said, “thank you. To all of you. This experience was hard. It was the hardest thing that I have ever been through to date. It’s because of all of you that I made it. All of you mean so much to me. The thing that really scared me after all of this was what would happen if I lost you guys? My boys. I cherish every single memory with each of you. I love you boys so damn much, you are all my family. Seeing what you did,” she looked at me and Hannie, “Being so strong. Crying with me, holding me through it all.” I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Resisting the urge to nudge into it like I always do.

She looked at everyone else, “The fear that each of you must have felt. I know I wasn’t the only one mourning and coming to terms with things.” I saw her look directly at Seungmin for a split second and went back to scanning the table, “I want to thank all of you so much. This experience was horrific. Because of all of you, I made it out. I love you boys so much. Thank you for welcoming me home.” With that, she sat down and leaned into me, I could tell she was either too nervous or embarrassed.

As we were eating and laughing she looked around the table. I sat down right to her left and Hannie was on her other side. I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I think it was the same for the boys. Two days ago that wasn’t the case. She was fighting for her life around this time. To think that we would all be here, together, a family. It made me want to cry. This is the family that she deserves. Everyone she loves, at home, on time, together. She was so happy and before dessert came out Hyunjin said, “Yongbok-ah phase 2.” Then Felix went running to his room. He came out with a giant comforter and plopped on the living room floor. He then ran to Minho’s room, grabbed his comforter and plopped it down as well. At that point I.N. said, “Movie time! Everyone on the floor!”

Immediately everyone moved to the living room and got a spot except for me. I was helping wash dishes with Minho. When I walked in I could see Minho tearing up as we heard her giggle. I patted his back as I said, “what can I do to help, hyung?” He just shook his head a bit and asked me to help him with the drying. By the time we were almost done with that I heard Y/N calling my name and asking me to sit. I told her that I had to change into my pajamas first and I could hear her ask Lix if she could change in his room quickly. He of course obliged. 

Slowly but surely everyone started changing and pretty soon everyone was sitting on the comfy comforters. I didn’t really know where to sit and Y/N looked at me saying, “I know you aren’t thinking about sitting away from me.” I didn’t want to make it seem like she needed to be next to me all of the time, thinking that I would come off as clingy but it’s nice to know that she craves my touch as well. 

I sat down right next to her and everyone’s faces had giant smiles. I looked at her and she smirked as she held onto my bicep curling into me. This is one of my favorite places to be. Just next to her as she clings onto me like a Koala. 

She was giggling as Felix handed out the brownie sundaes and everyone got comfy. Y/N decided on a comedy for the first movie and out of nowhere she asked me, “You guys were never going to leave me, were you?” 

I just smiled at her and said, “Not in a million years. We love you, we always will. Nothing and no one will get in the way of that.” She gave me an indication that she wanted to be closer so I lifted my arm up, that way she could scooch closer to me. I could feel the tears through my sleep shirt as I held her. 

“Thank you for not leaving me.” She said as quietly as she could. The truth is, she is someone that I need, someone that we all need. She is a unique type of person. After about two movies most had abandoned the comforter pile. By the early morning it was just me and Y/N. We were laying down on her new plushies. She took her place on my chest. Much like that night from years ago, I wiped the chocolate from her face and watched her form as she slept, credits rolling on the T.V. I smiled as she slept. I kissed her forehead and she intertwined her leg with mine. A few minutes later we fell asleep, with the promise of better days ahead.

[beautysurvives]

also don’t see enough ppl acknowledge how Dean and Jack are going through such similar journeys in s14. The parallels between Jack losing his soul and the s6 soulless Sam arc are right there on the surface, but what Dean is going through with Michael is also a huge parallel.

I know people get mad at Dean for putting Jack in the Ma’lak box, and I guess it’s easy to forget that Dean’s original plan was to put himself in there. The way Dean blames himself for Michael’s escape (the line is something like “I let my guard down”) is something that gets echoed by Jack so many times, about failing to kill Michael and getting tricked by Lucifer. Jack thinks it’s his fault for not being strong enough. His fault for being too trusting.

And the fact that Dean didn’t put himself in the Ma’lak box — the fact that he allowed his family to convince him not to — that he let his emotional connections guide him rather than his instincts — probably feels like another huge failure for him, and it 100% connects to Mary’s death. Not just because he’s grieving her, not just because he indirectly got her killed, but because, for him, she represents emotional vulnerability and honesty and connection, everything that he believes family should be. Trust and safety, and most importantly, the presence of a parent/matriarch/patriarch — because if she’s gone, who’s left to lead the family? The responsibility has always fallen on his shoulders as the older brother without a stable father figure, but Dean has never wanted this role, and at this point is really not equipped to handle it. Once Mary came around to filling that role in s14, a bit of the weight was lifted from Dean’s shoulders.

And now that ability to breathe a little easier, to start accepting Jack as his own son with the knowledge that, this time, he doesn’t have to feel like he’s the only person responsible for a kid’s life — all of that, to Dean, was his own mistake. It’s a reminder not to trust, not to be emotional, not to form new attachments, and especially not to feel safe or happy (another huge theme in this season: happiness leading to death)

Because if he had just gone in the box, Michael wouldn’t have gotten out, all those hunters wouldn’t have died, and Jack wouldn’t have burned the last of his soul to save him. And if we go even further back, if Dean had never said yes to AU Michael in the first place — which, if you remember, was to save Sam (and Jack, who also doubles as Sam’s foil) from Lucifer.

Another important detail is how in his s12 confrontation with Mary (in Who We Are), Dean blames her for everything that happened in her absence — including Sam losing his soul. Although in that situation, prior to Mary’s resurrection, the main person who could’ve been blamed for that was Cas, and even that (in Dean’s mind) was a reach, because I’m sure he believed that Cas was telling the truth about it being a mistake, and at the end of the day no one really knew why Sam lost his soul. Similarly, many of the things that Sam did while soulless were blamed on Sam himself, which, in light of what we saw in s11 and with Donatello (that not having a soul doesn’t automatically make you harmful), kind of holds up. But still, who can be blamed for mistakes, errors in judgment, or consequences of risky decisions made in the absence of crucial information. Mary, like Chuck and Amara in s15, becomes that person simply by virtue of being a parent. Which is also why it’s so easy for Dean to start placing all the blame on Cas for failing to warn him about Jack killing the snake, and then failing to get back in time to warn them — being absent when they needed him there most. Regardless of how Dean has been behaving towards Jack, regardless of his own internal feelings of parenthood, Cas is the only one in tfw who has claimed responsibility for Jack, verbally identified himself as Jacks father, and accepted blame by apologizing.

People often point out how Sam behaves like a parent to Jack, but I think they miss the opportunity to connect this to the role Dean had to play after Mary’s death when he was a child. Sam sees Jacks need for another father figure besides Cas, just as Dean did for Sam when they were children — which is something I think Dean recognizes in s15, when he says “I tried the family thing, didn’t work” and Sam says “Yeah, me too.” Dean could be talking about Cas and Jack, or Lisa and Ben, but Sam is most likely talking about Jack. And if you watch the scene, there’s this little look from Dean that I’ve always read as guilt, because imo he does see Jack as his child, and regrets that Sam was parentified in his absence.

But when it comes to Dean himself, as one of Jack’s parents, he completely deflects blame in light of Mary’s death. He starts acting like he never saw Jack as family — and like his relationship with Cas was never “real” — and it’s especially easy because they’ve never had an actual out loud conversation where they explicitly defined Dean’s significance to either of them. His rejection of Jack as a family member — and his subsequent rejection of Cas as a partner — is not because Dean never loved/cared about him — it’s a rejection of responsibility. It’s his inability to recognize himself as partially culpable (and he is, because, despite his relative passivity at the start, he went along wholeheartedly with the plan to use Jack’s soul to bring him back, and he, like Cas and Sam, put the responsibility to make sure that Jack didn’t lose his soul on other people AND allowed Jack to be unsupervised and put in situations where he’d be tempted to use his powers AND didn’t even allow himself to see the warning signs — and none of this makes it entirely Dean’s fault, because of course he was dealing with his own Michael crisis — he was hardly in a position to really act like a good parent, which he knew) — but the death of Mary also means the absence of a central figure to blame. It is the absence of a leader.

So when Chuck appears and gives him the Equalizer — the gun that will kill both its target and the person wielding it — of course he’ll take that deal. God is telling him to do it, and that it’s the only way — and without Mary present to remind him that she wouldn’t want this (which he realizes on his own later), he believes it.

Of course he’ll die killing Jack, because in Dean’s heart he sees them as the same person. He sees them as equally to blame. And it’s so connected to everything that came before Jack too — it’s a fitting punishment for the mistake Dean’s been making over and over again since episode one — since his father first told him that he’d have to kill Sam. Since he refused, time and again. Since he let himself get close to Cas just to get betrayed over and over. Since he decided to team up with Crowley, despite that warning he’d been given (if John saw you working with a demon…) Since he saved Baby Amara, not knowing that she’d grow up to be the darkness. Letting his love and compassion and empathy blind him to something that, in his mind — in any good hunter’s mind — should be black and white. The monster is supposed to die, even if it looks like you. It shouldn’t matter how you feel because feeling means the monsters win.

[paracosmicparadox]

So, I'm falling back into the FFXV kick, and I have decided that I disapprove of how little complex character development Square Enix has given the guys?? Like where is the emotional depth beyond surface-level cutscene angst?? So I took matters into my own hands and have compiled a handy little list of headcanons / expanded canons that I think make sense.

Noctis: Has clinical insomnia and frequent lucid dreams (sorta a given, but bear w me bear w me)

Feels the weight of having to take so much on from such a young age much, much more than he lets on

Loves to argue

Would've been happier if he and Luna stayed as childhood best-buds rather than betrothed fiancés (controversial, ik, but it just didn't seem like he cared that much for her romantically to me?? Like he obviously cared about her, but it seemed like a really strong penpal vibe rather than a "We're-gonna-get-married-and-be-the-next-hotshot-couple" vibe. If you disagree, coolio, I'm not gonna debate w you on this one)

Has a natural sadness to his eyes regardless of what he's feeling

Went through an anime phase (possibly still in his anime phase, idk)

Social anxiety for the win

Severe RBF

Prefers tea over coffee (black tea is best---particularly lavender earl grey)

Can play the cello (practicing tho?? Don't know her)

Writes the most beautiful poetry when The Motivation™ strikes him (usually when he's home sick and half-delirious)

Prompto: Has ADHD and clinical anxiety, but is undiagnosed and doesn't take any meds for either of them.

Is legit like SO SMART, but can never focus, so not many people take any notice

Wears contact lenses (he had glasses as a child and I refuse to believe he had some high-tech corrective surgery to eliminate the need for them when lenses are cheaper and less risky)

Doesn't drink caffeine because it makes him jittery

Doesn't drive the Regalia when the guys are around because having other people in the car distracts him from the road. Also he tends to drive like a speed demon, which worries Ignis to no end.

Sunburns insanely easily

Could legit become a hitman if he wanted to with the amount of gun-knowledge he has. It doesn't matter what firearm you put in this boy's hand---pistol, SMG, sniper, rocket launcher, you name it. He can and will hit the target every single time.

Addicted to adrenaline

Pansexual

Has a lot of self-loathing (we see a bit of this in Ep. Prompto) and talks with an online therapist about it via text whenever his lows hit him. He's making great progress in learning how to heal and how to accept himself for who he is beyond the mask he wears for others

Ignis: More than a little bit of a control freak, and works very hard not to be too overbearing or critical about his friends' misgivings

Hypochondriac

Wants to protect everyone all the time and mentally kicks himself when he doesn't get there fast enough

Is SO PROUD of Noctis's journey and felt a stronger hatred towards Ardyn than anyone else in the group for what he forced Noct to go through (he stayed up at night sick to his stomach with hollow rage and baked nonstop to take his mind off of it)

Can verbally obliterate a man, but only rarely chooses to do so bc he's classy like that

After losing his eyes, he notices so much more beauty in the world than he used to (the sound of rain on the Regalia's roof, the specific gait of each of his friends, the smell of salt on the wind in Galdin Quay, the flawless feel of one specific silk tie he has in his repertoire, etc)

His internal compass is never wrong

Regularly takes antacids for his stomach

Has the straightest teeth you've ever seen

Demiromantic

Gladio: Hates being wrong: it's his way or the highway

Actually so much smarter than the musclehead jock front he puts up

A little vain and easily jealous (this man has a Jealous Face like no other)

Thunderstorms are his favorite; his ideal place to be is at a campsite, during a storm, with a well-worn book and a mug of Irish coffee in hand

Would throw himself in front of a bus for any one of his friends

Would beat up kids for the folks he cared about in middle school and spent the time he wasn't training to be a Crownsguard sitting in detention with the most unrepentant, smug, and-I'd-do-it-again look scrawled across his face

Can make a better smoothie than anyone (except maybe Iggy)

Spotify junkie

Had a dinosaur phase as a kid and can still name random facts about them whenever the opportunity presents itself

Avid technology-hater and only has a phone to make calls and join the others in playing King's Knight since they begged him so profoundly (he's sure the thing's going to be his downfall)

Gets most of Prompto's pop culture references

[endogenesis-evangelion]

Wanted to reflect some more (re: this post and my tags) on the simple genius of NGE's characters.

Many characters are unrealistically one-note because the writers assume a 1:1 correlation between "how this person acts" and "how this person feels". A lot of people believe this about other people in general, and it seeps into their writing. If a person acts angrily, it's because they're An Angry Person. If a person cries a lot, they're Melancholic and tend to Turn Their Emotions Inward. If a person is quiet and unassuming, they must not have much of an inner life.

And maybe that's true of non-traumatised people (if such a thing can be said to exist - I'm sceptical). Maybe some people just... always act as they've felt, and never had to hide or crush a part of themselves.

But I think - and this is just anecdotal and personal experience - but I think that childhood trauma often begins when a child realises that "being myself isn't safe". Whatever their natural inclination is, acting on it will put them at risk of parental mistreatment. And so they form a brittle shell of fake personhood around themselves, based on what they think will help them survive. They might even convince themselves that they really feel this way, and that they've always been this way. Accepting the truth would be too risky.

Jung would have called this buried self the shadow self, and while it's not directly named in NGE afaik, its weight is very present.

So we have Rei. Rei is fairly straightforward, and we see her nature from the very beginning, when she slaps Shinji for insulting his father. Rei is not passive or meek; she has Opinions. She is emphatically not a doll, as per her own words. She is constantly trying to figure out herself and the world and find herself a place from which she can act with agency, and she eventually does. (She's not quite as Anthy Himemiya as Anthy Himemiya, but there are parallels.)

Of course, that's not what Gendo wants. Gendo wants - needs - Rei to be passive, submissive to his plans. And so she tries to live this life, because despite being Lilith she is also still a young girl seeking approval. Throughout the course of the series, she sheds this persona as she reconnects with who she actually is, and gains agency over her abusive father figure. The irony is that because Gendo doesn't expect this rebellion, he is broadsided by it and ultimately loses (much like Akio. We love a complacent manipulative fuckwit meeting a poetic downfall in this house).

Shinji is not a natural wimp. He, like Rei, buckles to Gendo, who uses emotional manipulation to make him pilot the Eva. But note that he starts out the show angry and critical towards Gendo, for abandoning him as a child and only calling on him when he needs something. Refusing to get in the Eva is selfish (and an understandable kind of selfish - he has no training, he doesn't want to die!), but it isn't cowardly. He's sticking up for himself!

Arguably, it's when he capitulates to Gendo and agrees to pilot that he's being most cowardly; he's scared that if he doesn't, Rei will suffer or even die. He's not doing it because he wants to, or even because he believes in NERV's stated goals of saving humanity. He's doing it because he believes the easiest way out of this situation is through the path of least resistance. He can't fight his father (though in the manga he tries!), nor can he make the Angels stop being a threat by ignoring them (though he tries that too a few times). He gives up and lets himself be used.

But Shinji isn't a natural pushover, and over time, this bitter resentment he has towards his father - and everyone else, but mostly his father - leaks out in his actions. And rather than being strictly self-loathing and feeling worthless, he's actually quite the opposite. He knows he's being *treated* as worthless and disposable, and boy is he mad because he believes he deserves a lot. He believes the people around him, especially women and girls, should want to make him happy. He believes he is entitled to their sexual and emotional favours. He's not uniquely horrible; he believes a lot of things that boys in shitty societies with shitty role models tend to believe, because it's convenient and emotionally insulating for them to believe it. But he's not the uwu softboy that he purports to be, either. The irony is that because everyone believed he was a wimp, no one thought they needed to protect Asuka from him, assuming the situation was the other way around.

And Asuka. Where Shinji's shadow self is resentment and anger and Rei's is the desire to be an active participant in life, Asuka's is that she wants to be able to depend on someone. Which, of course, she is loath to do, because the last time she was dependent on someone they killed themselves and tried to kill her too!

So she tries desperately to become independent, to not need anyone ever again - which of course doesn't work since she's a tiny child when this happens. She's incredibly lonely, starved for love, and deep down just wants someone to hold her and tell her it's ok - but she can't say that directly because that would expose her weakness, and allow her to be hurt again. The irony is that she projects such an acerbic sort of strength that it works too well, and no one thinks she might need support until it's too late - and that she could *not* depend on anyone, least of all Shinji, who claims to care for her and want her but makes the fact that she's in a coma all about him when she needs him the most.

Anyway, this is not a particularly deep reading of NGE! This is more or less just *there*, for you to read into. But viewers, like the characters themselves, fall for the lie because it's easier to believe, because it lets them cheer for the protagonist and boo the arrogant girl. And then they argue that EoE is tonal whiplash or character assassination - when it's certainly darker, but it is, in my opinion, a perfectly logical outcome to expect from these children.

They are still children, after all.

[carleyplays]

As they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the low hum of the city outside mingling with the clink of silverware, Rhodes couldn’t shake the idea that had been swirling in his mind all evening. Lana had been quiet for the last few minutes, her gaze flicking between her food and the window, but Rhodes had a feeling she was deep in thought. He, on the other hand, had been preoccupied with everything that had happened lately — the fake marriage, the public persona, and the facade that he had been forced to maintain for far too long.

He pushed his plate aside, the idea now bubbling to the surface, almost desperate to be spoken. “Lana,” he began, his voice tentative but tinged with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about something. Maybe it’s crazy, but… what if I just told the truth? Like, really told it. To everyone.”

Lana raised an eyebrow, placing her fork down. “What do you mean?”

Rhodes leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, a spark of determination in his eyes. “What if I exposed it all? The whole social media game. Let people see what’s really been going on behind the scenes. The marriage with Emerson, the lies, the whole facade… People are eating it up, but it’s all fake, Lana. I want to pull back the curtain. Let them know that most of what they’re seeing isn’t real.”

Lana was quiet for a moment, her fingers idly tapping the edge of her glass as she processed what he was saying. She hadn’t expected him to suggest something like this, but then again, she hadn’t expected most of what had happened with Rhodes to unfold the way it had. Still, the idea was bold—too bold, maybe.

“Expose yourself to the public?” she asked slowly, unsure of the consequences. “Rhodes, you know what kind of backlash that could have. People will crucify you. You’d lose everything you’ve built, your image, your career. It’s not just a little hiccup—it’s a massive risk.”

Rhodes met her gaze, his expression serious. “Maybe that’s what needs to happen. People are obsessed with the drama, the fake stories, the polished images… but it’s all just smoke and mirrors. I’ve been living in that world, letting people think everything is perfect, when it’s been anything but. I want to show them what it really is, Lana.”

Lana shifted in her seat, the weight of his words sinking in. She could see the frustration in his eyes, the desire for something real, for something authentic. She knew how much the constant need to maintain a perfect public image had eaten at him, how it had affected his relationships, and how it had contributed to the mess with Emerson. But this… this was risky.

“Rhodes, it sounds like you want to tear down everything you’ve built,” she said, her voice hesitant. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? To expose yourself like that? To let the world in on something so… personal?”

Rhodes let out a heavy breath, glancing down at his hands before meeting her gaze again. “Maybe it’s time for people to see the truth. I don’t want to be a part of this fake world anymore. I’m tired of pretending for the cameras, for the followers. They’re not seeing who I really am, what I really care about. I want to show them that there’s more to the story than just what they see in the tabloids. And maybe… maybe that would actually make things better.”

Lana studied him for a moment, her mind racing. She understood his frustration, his desire to break free from the persona that had been forced on him. She had seen it in his eyes when he made the decision to be there for her and the baby, not for the cameras or for the likes, but because it was real. This, though, was a different level of real. This was a gamble.

“You’re talking about blowing up your whole life, Rhodes,” she said softly. “And I get it. But are you really ready for the fallout? The anger, the hate, the backlash? You could lose your career, your reputation. The people who follow you might not understand why you’re doing it.”

Rhodes nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. “I know it’s risky, but what’s the point of all of this if it’s not real? I can’t keep living like this, playing a part. I’m done with the games. It’s time for people to see what’s actually happening, to see what this whole thing has really cost me.”

Lana’s heart pounded in her chest as she thought it over. She could see the conviction in his eyes, the weariness in his voice. Rhodes wasn’t just looking for a way to free himself from the pressure; he was looking for redemption. And maybe, just maybe, that was what he needed. To stop pretending and start living his truth.

[kazimakuwabara]

Words And Shouts

Summary: Hiei and Kuwabara bicker, Yusuke and Kurama talk. (Friendship, though can be taken as Kurama x Yusuke and Hiei x Kuwabara, 900+ words)

***

“Boy, they are really screaming at each other today!” Yusuke sighed, yawning as he plopped down next to Kurama on the couch.

Kurama grunted and shifted so Yusuke could drop his head against his arm. Yusuke wiggled until Kurama sighed, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and let Yusuke get comfortable against his side. Yusuke hummed, making a happy sound in the back of his throat, that made Kurama chuckle.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” Hiei’s voice boomed from the next room over.

Kurama and Yusuke both winced at the sheer volume of Hiei’s shout.

“You’re right Yusuke, they are really shouting today,” Kurama chuckled, patting Yusuke’s arm soothingly as he winced at Hiei’s climbing voice.

“Hiei is so fuckin' pissed off… he doesn’t normally get that loud,” Yusuke mused. “Though I guess Kuwabara deserves it today.”

“A little angry at Kazuma as well?” Kurama asked amused.

“He stepped in between that guy and Hiei’s match! He could have died!” Yusuke huffed.

“...And Hiei would have died if he didn’t,” Kurama countered calmly, his voice a little cold.

Yusuke remained silent and burrowed closer to Kurama’s side.

After a while, he muttered, “You’re not chasing me away by starting a fight.”

“I’m not starting a fight. But, I'm going to make it clear. I agree with Kuwabara’s actions today,” Kurama said easily.

“...You are starting a fight,” Yusuke growled with annoyance.

“I don’t see you getting up from our cuddle,” Kurama purred haughtily.

“...I’m too damn exhausted, and you’re too damn comfortable for me to get up!” Yusuke snapped.

“You’ve got to trust me! I don’t tag along to sit on the sidelines!” Kuwabara’s shout boomed loud enough to shake the plaster from the ceiling.

Kurama nodded sagely at Kuwabara's words. “And that’s the heart of the matter. You and Hiei need to trust Kazuma more. He knows what he’s doing,” Kurama whispered, petting a hand up and down Yusuke’s arm.

“But he-” Yusuke tried to snarl, but Kurama continued to speak over him.

“He stepped in and defended Hiei today, and saved Hiei from getting cut in half. He used a portal to rescue Hiei. It saved his life, shifting him out of danger when he was overpowered. You can’t deny that Kazuma saved Hiei today!” Kurama shot Yusuke a look, and Yusuke met it head-on. Yusuke was angry, but he was listening.

“Kazuma knew what he was doing. His ingenuity in battle is second to none… he is good at coming up with ideas on the fly. He stepped into Hiei’s battle today and saved his life. Yes, it was risky. Kazuma was hurt, but he traded his hurt for Hiei’s life. Any of us would have done it. It’s unfair for us to get angry when he does something we would do.”

Yusuke’s pursed his lips, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

He eventually sighed and dropped his head back on Kurama’s arm.

“I don’t know if I could stand losing him,” Yusuke muttered.

Kurama gently squeezed Yusuke to him, making them both wince as they jostled their wounds. But still, Kurama did not let go.

“We couldn’t stand losing each other. Not any of us,” Kurama soothed, “A fact that I think hit Hiei full-on in the face when Kazuma went down saving him. But Kazuma is alright, hale enough to heal and get stronger. And thanks to him, Hiei is in one piece. Don’t be angry at Kazuma for something we all would have done in his situation… just be thankful he made it through.”

Yusuke nodded snuggling closer to Kurama as they lapsed into silence. Yusuke didn’t like it, but Kurama had a point. It wasn’t right to judge Kuwabara for his risky behavior when they all did it.

“...It just feels… like I could lose him at any moment,” Yusuke muttered.

Kurama squeezed him, and with sympathy proclaimed, “That is the weight of being a demon, while he is a human. The older we get, the more we feel that weight. Yusuke… I feel that weight too every time I look at my human family. It’s a hard one to bear. Talk to Kazuma about it… you’ll feel better.”

“You telling me to do something you’ve done too, or is this one of those, “Do as I say, not as I do moments?” " Yusuke quipped, shifting so that Kurama could see him arch a brow.

Kurama grinned, “We’re talking about you and your feelings right now. Don’t drag what I need to do into it-”

There was a crash from the next room over, and the sound of something breaking.

The pair tensed, and then after a beat of silence, sighed and sank back into the couch.

“They huggin’ or scrappin’?” Yusuke asked eventually.

“I’m sure they’re fighting, but one of them will eventually break and instigate a hug,” Kurama tittered, smiling to himself.

“Those two gotta start being more open to hugging it out!” Yusuke huffed as he encircled his arms around Kurama’s waist, and shifted to snuggle into Kurama for a  closer cuddle.

Kurama stroked a hand down the back of Yusuke’s head, and chuckled, “Oh yes, if only those two could admit how much they care about each other, and hug it out. It'd save us all a lot of time.”

“...or fuck or something,” Yusuke snorted.

Kurama laughed loud, his laughter shaking Yusuke from the force of it. “Oh, so you noticed the sexual tension too?”

“I need to remember to bring some damn popcorn! Those two are better than a movie!”

[withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick]

GENESIS CHAPTER!!! YESSSSSSS MY BOYY

Genesis is a hate-reader 🍷 Canon to me. I'm also glad you give him time to shine as a strategist, like, he IS a caster and one of the most proficient SOLDIERs in existence 💅stands to reason he does have to think things through on the battlefield and this isn't addressed nearly enough imo.

Zack "I'm not traumatized 😀" Fair is breaking my heart here. Both Cloud and Zack get to miraculously be together after losing the other, but the fear is fresh in Zack's mind. And unfortunately due to the rapidly developing situation (SCREAMS) he doesn't really have time to process and address it, and that's assuming he isn't avoiding doing so like the plague because Cloud's alive so everything's fine now right? 😀 Except it's super not and now Zack is the only one who really knows how not fine it is 💔

Speaking of not addressing emotions lol Angeal is in full repression mode and Sephiroth is isolatinggg 😬 I know how easy it is to withdraw when you're used to not having anyone there for you, when you have to figure out and manage everything yourself regardless of how unequipped you are for the task, but I also feel for Genesis here because it really does take a lot of work to gently coax people out of that over and over again. I like how you're addressing this in general, but especially from this pov! I really feel Genesis' frustration here. He knows it would get better if Seph just came home 😥

I really enjoyed the intel gathering scene with Bolin 👌👌👌 You're really serving up top shelf Genesis in this chapter and it's delightful to watch! But Camp 28 is stressing me tf out agagshshshshs Zack is somewhat reassured for now but even Kenny is worried about Cloud's lack of self preservation (physically and emotionally damn) and he doesn't even know how bad of a situation they're walking into! Though no one really knows and that's kind of the problem, but I love Kenny and I want him to survive this 😭 He needs to survive so he can be brave and trust Juvie with the kids!

Speaking of kids, CLAUDIA IS SO PRECIOUS I CANT 💕 I'm as bad as Vincent at this point. Claudia deserves the world (and she doesn't even exist anymore.. I will never be ok again 🫠)

I'm a little worried about whatever Genesis has planned to address the Camp 28 situation, because, well, it's Genesis lol but at the same time I love his constant rebellion against being told "no" 💅

Thanks for the amazing chapter!!!! Time to reread the whole thing again to distract myself from the incredible suspense of what's to come 😁🍿

HI HI HI THANKS FOR LEAVING ME THIS TO WAKE UP TO!!!

Genesis being a strategist just makes sense to me. Like. The man led a rebellion against Shinra that turned into a straight up war, waged it for a decent amount of time, and managed to not immediately get eradicated. That in itself says the man’s got SOME brains on him lol

Yeahhh Zack’s still in the “just happy Spike’s here” stage and honestly doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. The weight of carrying Cloud’s secret is kinda trumping his own emotions in importance, which miiiiiight not be good :/

It’s kind of sad when, to an extent, Genesis is being the most emotionally intelligent among them. I mean. Seriously. Genesis? Same guy that thought talking Sephiroth into insanity would make the dude help heal him? Yeah if he’s the smartest emotionally everyone needs some DIRE help.

But also guess what conflict is going to be resolved next chapter because I like making Seph suffer but not THAT damn much? Angeal’s repression might take a bit longer but gimme a second there’s five character arcs going on at once 😂

Camp 28 is, if you guys didn’t notice, another parade situation, except I’m dragging it out for effect LMAO. It obviously isn’t exactly the same but…well, you’ll see ;) Kenny’s just trying to look out for a buddy :( Cloud’s doing the same thing, just like…way more risky and possibly self destructive. Immortality went RIGHT to his head IMMEDIATELY

Cloud says it’s his daughter but that’s OUR DAUGHTER!!!

And like you said lmao—

Sephiroth: Genesis, no

Genesis: is that a fucking challenge

Nah seriously like, Genesis and ‘letting that slide’ don’t go in a sentence together. it’s just

Genesis, squinting at Camp 28: I don’t know what the fuck’s going on but TRUST you will be dealt with

Feel AWFUL for leaving this answer to you in my drafts for like…for fucking ever 😭 But thanks for leaving me this lovely!!! Always encouraging to read a lil smth from you 🖤🖤🖤

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is inspired by the video of him running after her. Because honestly, it just writes itself. (Sometimes I can’t with them, because if I had written half the things they do, I would feel like I’m making it up, but truly they’re just that way.) Hope you all enjoy!

She sighed as she turned back around when she had safely crossed the street, feeling deep in her bones this wasn’t going to be a quick detour. Sure enough, she saw her husband shaking hands with each member of the little group, their guards now moving quickly to follow him given all the tensions lately, leaving her alone with her trusty guard, a man who after all these years working together like this, she considers her friend.

Quickly deciding she wasn’t going to wait around for whatever this was to end, she turned to him and said, "come on. Let’s go," gesturing as she started to move again.

"But ma’am, I don’t think that’s a good idea," he cautioned.

"Why not?" She challenged, raising her eyebrow at him, using the skill she honed in all her years teaching unruly teenagers to make grown men wither under her gaze in seconds.

"Because the President won’t like it."

She laughed at that. "My husband is currently occupied singing folk songs with a random group of strangers. I get why he is doing it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. He can catch up when he’s done. And if he really has a problem with it, you can always blame me."

"Yes, ma’am," the guard agreed, picking up his pace to follow her closely knowing he needed to be extra cautious with her - it would be one thing for them to continue on without him, but if something happened to her on his watch, well he shudders to think of the President’s response.

A few minutes later, the two of them heard what sounded like a large pack of men running, the pounding of several pairs of feet on the pavement a dead giveaway that some group was coming after them.

"Ma’am?" He began to move closer to her, ready to move her into the nearest alleyway, thinking it was a group of protestors, only to be interrupted by the sound of a loud, panicked "BRIGITTE?!?"

"I guess he’s done," the Brigitte in question smirked at the guard before stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and turning around to call back, "I’m right here, chéri!"

About that time they saw the little formation slow their pace as not to literally run into the two of them, and the guards part to allow Emmanuel to reach her quickly. Throwing himself at her, pulling her into his arms, he whispered into the crook of her neck where he buried his head gasping for breath from the exertion of the run combined with the panic of not knowing where she was "don’t ever do that to me again."

"You were occupied, for who knows how long, and I didn’t want to wait," she told him simply, running her hands reassuringly down his back, trying to calm him down.

"But you can’t just take off like that, unprotected. Not right now -"

"I wasn’t unprotected, I had a guard with me."

"One guard is not enough, Brigitte. I can’t lose you, I can’t - nothing can happen to you, do you understand me?" He asked squeezing her tighter, almost painfully.

"Chéri -"

"No! No, ‘chéri’ this or ‘mon cœur’ that. Just until all this calms down a little, I can’t have you taking chances and doing risky things because everyone knows you are my weakness. And you are, Brigitte. God, I don’t know what I would do if someone hurt you, much less if something worse happened. I can’t lose you. I can’t -"

"Okay, okay," she soothed, feeling he was on the verge of tears, "it’s okay. I promise, I’ll be careful, mon cœur. Okay?"

"Okay," he nodded as he pulled back, feeling the crushing weight on his chest lift a little.

"Just as long as you do the same," she begged looking him in the eyes so he could see all the fear she was carrying too.

"Of course," he replied, knowing she carries these weights and burdens too. "Now come on, let’s head home."

"I thought you still wanted to walk?" She asked confused at his sudden change in demeanor.

"Right now, all I want to do, is to be alone with you."

“Home it is, then,” she smiled at him, slipping her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned over to press a long, loving kiss to his cheek.

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel running after Brigitte will forever be one of the sweetest and funniest things!

The bodyguards reactions hahaha

But Emmanuel being all worried with Brigitte, the sweet potato 🤧🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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Weed - JJ Maybank

Request: I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a JJ maybank x reader. Where reader is autistic and one day has a meltdown around the pogues. Then JJ (who is usually rough and not really calm) is very calm and helpful in the moment. Thank you

A/N: I literally cried because it was raining yesterday so this is definitely art imitating life.

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Parties were a definite no for you. Too loud, too crowded, too bright and then dark. They were like the perfect catalyst for absolutely losing your shit and feeling the weight of unshakeable exhaustion for days after the fact. They turned your stomach in knots and you felt sick afterward. The anxiety was indescribable. Your friends, for the most part, attempted their very best understanding of your avoidance of parties. They only sometimes complained and you only always felt the unspoken annoyance that you were once again ditching them. The benefit of a party though, was that you could leave.

You loved the pogues but they loved hanging out, altogether, at the chateau or the beach or other brightly lit places where they could be loud. It was exhausting and it wasn’t even a party. So party days were nice because you could duck out early, make up some excuse about needing to be home that they all knew was just to avoid being there. But when there was no party, and there hadn’t been for three days straight, they all just hung out together and they expected you to hang out with them. You’d snuck off to the bathroom or stepped off the kitchen into the front yard as many times as you could but then you always felt guilty, worried they would misunderstand and think you didn’t like hanging out with them.

The weather outside was getting increasingly bad and John B was talking about surfing the storm, the sound of his voice fading into the heavy patter of rain against glass and all you could think was that you’d be stuck here four days with no reprieve.

“We are not going out there John B,” Kiara argued, voice raising at the idea that he would do something so risky.

“Hey you know me, I’m down for anything,” JJ cut in a moment later, undermining any kind of warning because it was the go ahead that John B was looking for and he didn’t care who offered it. Both boys were always willing to take the risk and they usually played off of each other, trying to out do whatever crazy thing one did.

“I mean, if it’s not crazy out there…” Pope trailed off, looking both excited and apprehensive. He was always trying to fit in too and you always felt like you could at least count on him to throw you a life preserver if you were drowning.

They all seemed wrapped up in this debate over who would do what though, unaware of the inner turmoil you felt bubbling up, getting worse and worse with the weather.

Kiara readied herself for another argument with John B, turning to you for moral support, the only member of the group who hadn’t offered their opinion of the weather and surfing, to find you standing near the window, close to tears.

“Are you okay?”

And just like that the waves you were drowning in took hold, pulling you further down under the current and you pressed your hands against your face as if you could silence all the noise around you.

“I’m just having a really terrible day and I wanna go home and I’m here and I’ve been here for like three days and I feel awful and I can’t sleep and everything is so loud!” You turned around when you realized you were crying, facing away from your friends though they’d seen you have outbursts before. It wasn’t entirely uncommon. Lack of sleep, a perpetually upset stomach, the sound of John B’s refrigerator trying desperately to work, anything could set off the meticulous balance you attempted to keep.

Despite your hands still over your ears you could hear Kiara whisper to someone, “stop, you know they don’t mean it…” as if she was offering some sage explanation to your meltdown.

When you’d first told your friends you were autistic, after a particularly awful episode at the Wreck, Kiara had done an overwhelming amount of research. She read everything she could find that seemed credible and she seemed genuinely like she wanted to understand your autism. But in her mind they were separate entities. There was you, and then there was the autism. As if it was a cancer that you couldn’t shake. She would subtly mention diets that claimed to help, researched therapies that could make you less autistic, more able.

You knew she wasn’t trying to be insensitive, she just didn’t quite get it. To be fair, none of them really got it. Pope tried, in a different way than Kiara, one that was more about you than the generalised understanding of autism as a whole. He attempted to meet you where you were on the spectrum but that was a struggle too. John B and JJ didn’t really try at all. That you almost appreciated more than anything. That you just remained yourself to them.

Except of course, the time you and JJ got into a screaming match that resulted in Kiara pulling him away and reprimanding him as if you couldn’t also be held accountable for your actions. Maybe they didn’t make sense but you had claimed he was a ‘shit friend’ and that wasn’t fair because it wasn’t true. Since then, if nothing else, JJ had been keeping his distance.

You were still crying and everyone else was still sitting there, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Finally, John B announced that he was going to surf, before the storm passed (as if it was on a short timeframe). You were almost grateful for his ignoring the situation, or at least choosing not to bother. It wasn’t like you were unaware that you had freaked out or that you were crying for no reason whatsoever, and you didn’t need comforting cause you weren’t upset like that. You were just trapped in this unnameable feeling and you couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard you tried.

The door opened and closed, you heard the Twinkie roar to life and you stood up straighter, un-cocooning yourself and brushing your cheeks with the heels of your hands. Slowly you turned back around, fully expecting to be met with an empty living room.

“Holy shit!” You almost screamed, the sight of JJ still in the chateau, leaning against the kitchen counter and drinking a bottle of water, nearly scared you to death. “I thought everyone left.”

“Pope’s gonna surf with John B. Kie is ‘supervising’…don’t tell anyone, hurricanes scare the shit outta me.” He replied.

“Sorry,” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away, trying to regain some kind of composure. The rain was still heavy but it didn’t feel like it was drowning you anymore.

JJ shrugged, “not really anything to be sorry for, I just know John would never let me live it down if he knew.”

“I meant,” you paused and grimaced, “me freaking out.”

“Ah…you okay?”

“I just, it’s just exhausting…spending time with everyone all the time. There’s no like, I need a routine and there never is one and there’s no privacy and I’m always trying to…sometimes I don’t know if you’re being serious or funny or sarcastic and I have to guess and it’s just hard. And I always have to think about what I’m saying or doing and that’s hard too.” You explained, “and Kiara acts like I’m a toddler or something.”

Silence followed, the crinkle of JJ’s water bottle as he drank and the rain on the glass the only sounds in the chateau. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, “you wanna a hug?”

“What?” You’d been friends with JJ long enough to know that he was very much a physically affectionate person. But he’d been friends with you long enough to know that you weren’t.

“You know, I could be like the human version of that crazy gadget Temple whatever her name was built.”

“Temple Grandin?” You asked, “That machine was for cows.”

“And she used it…I watched the movie.”

“You watched a movie about Temple Grandin?” You were pretty sure you were in some kind of fever dream and almost expected to wake up on the sofa bed in the chateau with Kiara or Pope asleep beside you.

“Yeah, she was autistic. It was on the other day and I was like,” he waved his hand in your direction, “ya know.”

“I mean, not really.” You laughed.

“Do you want the hug or not?” He asked holding out his arms.

“Fine,” you caved, “but not too long JJ!“ You insisted as he came over and wrapped his arms around you, forcing you to uncross your arms.

“Shut up, enjoy the hug.”

“You don’t smell like weed,” you muttered, your mouth practically pressed against the collar of his gray t-shirt and you realized for the first time in three days that JJ didn’t smell like weed. JJ, who perpetually smelled like he’d soaked his skin in marijuana.

“I know,” he sounded surprisingly smug.

“You always smell like weed,” you stressed the ‘always’.

“I know.”

“Why don’t you smell like weed?” You wanted to pull away but he hadn’t released you yet and you realized that it wasn’t just that he didn’t smell like weed but that he smelled like coconut, like the body wash you’d gotten two weeks ago on a trip to target and proclaimed was the best smelling thing you’d ever owned.

“I haven’t been smoking.”

“Why?”

JJ finally pulled away and he looked genuinely shocked at the question when you could finally see his face. Shocked enough that you actually picked up on it, “you said you didn’t like the smell.”

You nodded, you remembered the ‘shit friend’ argument. You’d freaked out because even after going in the ocean and then showering you felt like you couldn’t get the smell of JJ’s weed out of your hair and your clothes and your skin. If there was anything that gave you sensory overload it was the smell of weed. “I didn’t think you’d stop smoking.”

“I would do anything for you.” JJ replied. 

You narrowed your eyes, trying to discern his intention before finally admitting, “I don’t know if you’re joking right now.”

“I’m being completely serious. I would do anything for you.”

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if you're still down to do prompts for hermitcraft, how about g!grian and t!scar. If you've watched the 3rd life series, perhaps grian being a protective bodyguard to fulfill his debt. (Potentially scolding scar for being too risky, or both being chaotic and causing trouble).

Then out of curiosity whos perspective(s) do you default too for both dsmp and hermitcraft? Sorry for such a long ask too! Got excited for potential desertduo g/t content cause there is a lack of g/t stuff for hermitcraft in general.

 Sorry this took me a while but I loved this prompt!

 Also, I’ll answer your question first. Honestly, my default for dsmp is usually Tommy or Wilbur and for hermitcraft it’s Grian or Scar. Leaning more towards Tommy and Grian usually. 

 And I agree! There needs to be more hermitcraft g/t! Especially with desert duo, they are my favorite. So I will do my best to provide!

 I had a lot of fun with this prompt. I usually write Grian as the tiny and Scar big but this was a nice change and I’ve learned that Scar can be just as much of a chaotic tiny as Grian can be! So, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of non-permanent death 

Word Count: 953

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 “Scar!”

 Grian reached out and grabbed the tiny before he could get any closer to the edge of the ravine, uncaring about Scar’s yelp as he did so. He held the red life to his chest and sighed a little in relief knowing Scar was safe now.

 Honestly, it seemed like the only place Scar was safe was in Grian’s hands but Grian couldn’t very well hold onto him forever.

 “Grian! Come on, I wasn’t that close to the edge.” Scar said, pouting. Grian let out a deep breath before bringing Scar up to his face.

 “Scar, you died to this same ravine not two days ago. I’m not taking any chances.” 

 “Aww, so you do care!” Scar said, smiling wide but with a hint of mischief under it. Grian felt heat rise to his cheeks.

 “I’m just fulfilling my debt. The second I lose my first life, I’m gone.” Grian said, but with each time he said it, it felt more and more like an excuse. Grian turned around and started to head back toward their base, Scar still in hand.

 “Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say!”

***

 Scar wasn’t in bed when Grian woke up.

 That was not a good sign.

 The two had taken to sleep in the same bed, since, well, lack of resources and stuff. And Scar, being a tiny, got cold really easily. So it was just more beneficial for them to share.

 So when Grian woke up and didn’t feel the minuscule weight on his chest, he knew something was very wrong.

 He quickly got up and started scouring their base, being careful to keep a close eye on the floor just in case. “Scar! Scar, where are you?!” There was no answer and the base was silent. 

 Again, not a good sign.

 Grian continued to search before he heard faint voices coming from outside. Immediately, Grian wasted no time in running out, stopping to see Scar talking to Joel.

 “-we’ll give some to you if we find any, you get some reputation points, and all I humbly ask for is that diamond sword of yours.” Scar said, looking much too comfortable with being on the ground with Joel looming over him. Not that Joel could kill Scar, not unless Scar tried attacking first, but nothing was stopping Joel from grabbing Scar and holding him captive.

 And with Scar trying to scam him, it was a very likely thing to happen.

 “Scar! What are you doing?!” Grian exclaimed before Joel could say anything. Scar turned around in surprise but met Grian’s eyes with a bright smile.

 “Oh hey Grian! Just making a little deal with Joel here.” Scar said innocently, obviously not knowing or caring about the danger he was in.

 Grain groaned, face in his hands before going closer and scooping Scar up into his hands. Once again, Scar was much safer in Grian’s own hands. At least now if Joel tried anything he would have to go through Grian. Scar barely reacted this time and instead made himself comfortable.

 “So, about that deal…?” Scar said, getting right back into business. 

 In the end, Scar somehow managed to convince Joel to give up his diamond sword for, well, basically nothing. An empty promise of dark oak saplings and reputation that didn’t even matter. Grian wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by Scar’s ability to scam or disappointed in Joel for falling for it.  

 Probably both.

***

 Grian gasped, eyes flying open. He sat up, hand gripping at his chest. He had been shot. He died. He lost a life. His first life. He was yellow now.

 He had no real time to think though. He had to get back out there. He grabbed the supplies he had hidden away and ran back out to their siege in the desert.

 Scott was the only one there. Everyone else was nowhere to be seen. Scott was talking with him and Grian spoke back but all Grian could really think about was Scar. Where was he? Was he okay? There were no other death messages in the chat but could they have taken Scar as prisoner?

 Grian and Scott gathered what they could and then made their way into the forest.

 And then Grian saw Scar and his rapid heartbeat finally slowed down, the tension in his shoulders relaxing when he realized Scar was unharmed. Scar ran over to them and Grian kneeled down. “Scar, how did you live?” Grian asked, instead of all the other things he wanted to say.

 Scar grinned. “I don’t know.” He was slightly out of breath, but that was to be expected. Instead of scooping him up or grabbing him, Grian held out his hand, palm up, a silent invitation for Scar to get on.

 Scar took it with no hesitation.

 Making sure he was secure first, Grian stood back up and turned to Scott to discuss their next move. 

 It wasn’t that Grian had really forgotten about his and Scar’s deal. About his debt to the tiny man. But he chose to ignore it. Because there was no way Grian would have ever been able to leave Scar behind.

 They were in this together and Grian would continue to keep Scar safe.

***

 A ring of cacti surrounded them.

 Voices in his head telling him to fight. To kill.

 He looked at Scar, on the other side. He was still smiling despite everything. They both knew who would win. Everyone knew it was an unfair fight.

 It didn’t matter.

 Grian was supposed to keep Scar safe.

 He never wanted to hurt him.

 But now he would be his downfall.

 They counted down.

 And in the end, it was quick.

 For both of them.

[becca-e-barnes]

Could you do something where maybe the team sees 0 connection between the reader and bucky cause they literally never interact but one day those 2 are taking forever from an undercover mission and everyone is like wtf where could they be? Then they find the security cameras from the place they're supposed to be and just see bucky fucking the hell out of the reader against the wall, full gown/tux and its clear they've been fuck buddiesI know this is so specific but being caught makes me s(cream)

Oh my god this made me flutter

The thought of the rest of the team getting really worried about you both just makes it even better. Like maybe the mission was risky or there was a really high chance it would go wrong and no one hears from either of you for a little longer than Steve is comfortable with.

So maybe Steve, Tony, Bruce and Nat start scouring through servers, trying to pinpoint the last CCTV match of your face or Bucky’s. All of them are a little more frantic than they’re letting on to be because they’re all pretty concerned they’re too late for a rescue mission but no one wants to say it out loud.

And imagine the little quiet “oh shit… Guys, I got them.” Tony would sigh, his eyes wide as the others scramble over to look at his screen. “This is fucking real time.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to settle his nerves.

The image on the screen makes Steve gasp and Bruce curse but none of them can bring themselves to look away. They can see you in your gown, the skirt hiked up around your waist, leaving your bare legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist. Bucky’s pinning you to the wall with his body weight, his metal hand under your ass, his pants at his knees and he’s frantically fucking into you.

The camera can only pick up your face, given that Bucky is facing away but even the grainy, pixelated picture shows the kind of overwhelming pleasure you’re experiencing

Before any of them even have a chance to speak, the sound kicks in and the room is filled with the sound of Bucky’s gruff moans and your high whines and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? So desperate to get my cock back inside you, you’re willing to do anything. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you hadn’t gotten any in weeks. But we both know that’s not true. Fucked you good and hard just this morning.” Bucky can’t control himself, biting down on the crook of your neck, groaning as you sob from the pleasure.

“C-can’t think straight when you’re not inside me. God baby please, harder. Feels so good, I just need more.” Your fingernails claw at his broad shoulders and wide back, his upper body still encased in his tux. Your lipstick is smeared over his neck and Nat’s pretty damn sure that’s how this all started. You were playing a couple after all, you just seem to have got a little too carried away.

“God, okay, they’re safe. Turn it off.” Bruce groans in disgust, holding his blushing face in his hands.

“Oh baby, we’ve got an audience. Guess our secret’s out.” Bucky smirks, his head tilting to draw your attention to the little red flashing bulb on the CCTV camera above his head. “Go on sweetheart, give them a show. Cum nice’n hard on daddy’s big thick cock.”

Steve gasps at just how vulgar his best friend is, not able to think of anything other than how painfully erotic the sight in front of him is.

“Come on baby, let that pretty pussy lose control. Show everyone how good this fat cock makes you feel. Don’t hold back, sweetheart. No point getting camera shy.” You can practically hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice and before you know it, you’re clenching around him, groaning and whimpering, your head thrown back against the wall he has you pinned to. Bucky follows soon after, stilling inside you with a cry, pumping his release into your eager body.

Slowly, he sets you down again, both of you making yourselves presentable before he gives you a tender kiss. “See you all soon.” He smiles at the camera, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you out to the extraction point, conscious that your legs are still trembling.

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omg I’m so excited you’re on here and taking requests!! do you think you could do something like baby Spence losing his virginity to a close friend & it’s like adorable, goofy, fluffy smut bc he cannot get over the fact that he’s actually having sex with someone

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-- TURN IT UP!!!

on a serious note, i'm so glad you asked for this one bc i really wanna add a scene like this in the fic i'm working on rn. i'm v excited.

summary: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him.

word count: 5.6k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Spencer Reid

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fluff.

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hanging out with the team is easily the best part of the week. after spending days in Arizona with our focus entirely on the most recent case, my mind is practically ready to snap. I feel like I've been running on fumes, and when Penelope suggested we take the evening to hit our favorite bar, I was practically already out the door.

so now I'm sandwiched between JJ and Emily as we throw back our first shots of the night. my skin is already flushed with the elation of laughter, the pleasant thrum of conversation that surrounds us.

"that's bitter." JJ makes a face when she slams the empty glass on the table. I screw up my nose.

"why did we pick vodka?" I hate vodka.

"it gets the job done." Emily laughs. I shudder at the aftertaste that sits on my tongue.

Morgan wanders over, Pen on his arm while she totes a brightly colored pink alcohol. they're flirting as usual, but she pauses in her witticisms to grab my arm.

"we're playing truth or shot in that booth over there." she says to me, then gets the attention of the other two women. I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"truth or shot? like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"Reid, is that you?" Morgan says sarcastically. I slug him in the arm with a pout.

"be nice." but I'm giggling. he loops his arm through mine and we head back to the table, Penelope already starting a new conversation with JJ and Prentiss as they follow. Spencer is sitting in the booth with an Arnold Palmer, sipping from the straw like it's his job. I slide into the spot next to him.

"hi, you." I smile. "I haven't seen you at all tonight."

he holds up his glass. "I don't really drink."

"that's fine," I wave it off. "I just meant I wanted to hang out with you."

"oh." he smiles a little. "sorry."

"no big deal. you're here now." I shrug and turn to Pen as she calls my name.

"I'm gonna order a bottle. that okay?" she points to the bar with a mischievous smile. glancing once at Spencer and his slightly awkward position between Morgan and me, I make a snap decision.

"you know what? I think I'll just have a lemonade."

"you sure? Jayge said you spent the whole plane ride back talking about getting wasted--" Penelope's words cause a blush to spread over my face. I cut her off.

"I'm sure. thanks, Penny."

she nods. "of course, sweet cheeks."

I focus back on Reid, who is looking at me gratefully. he would never say it out loud, but I know he feels a little out-of-place sometimes. it's hard enough for him to come out with us to bars; the least I can do is be a sober friend. I open my mouth to start a conversation about an article I read the other day when Prentiss speaks.

"okay, so... who's ready?" her voice, always so certain, carries over the table. all of us make enthusiastic noises of assent, and she grins as Penelope returns with an armful of glasses. Derek gets up to grab the actual alcohol, and then when we're all settled in, the game begins.

"the rules are simple: you tell the truth, or you drink!" the tech analyst explains. the stakes for Spencer and me are lower, but that doesn't really matter. I'm excited to hear the team divulge their secrets.

"I'll start." Prentiss doesn't even hesitate before she looks at Morgan. "Derek, are you still sleeping with that one woman from sex crimes?"

Morgan raises his eyebrows at the question, irises flitting between Emily and the rim of his drink. there's a slight smirk on his face; he knows what a player he is and he's okay with flaunting it.

"Ally? no." he sighs. "things didn't end well between us."

"what? why?" I ask, eyes widening before I look around at everyone. "who is this woman?"

"cool your jets, sparky." Morgan teases me. "only one question per round."

"I'll tell you later." Prentiss raises her drink in my direction and winks.

"uh, no no." Morgan attempts to stop her, but JJ interrupts him.

"speaking of things not ending well," she says loudly. "Pen, why did you and Sam break up?"

"well," Penelope sticks her tongue between her teeth as she thinks it over with a devilish smile. her lips are a ruby red tonight, bright against her pale skin and big eyes. "to be completely honest, he just wasn't... doin' it for me. you know?"

"like--?" Emily glances down at her lap. Pen nods quickly and I snicker. JJ looks awestruck.

"I thought it was going so well."

"it was, but..." Penelope seems to genuinely think this over before she speaks. "if it's right, it just clicks. and it never clicked with Sam."

"profound." I compliment, high-fiving the high-energy blonde. we giggle before she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

"oh, do I have a plan for you," she smirks. "tell me, Y/N: if you had to sleep with one person on our team, who would it be?"

"women included?" I clarify, my cheeks suddenly on fire. how come everyone got easy questions except for me? I'm really just biding time.

"of course." she nudges my shoulder. I mull this over for a minute. I could say the truth, but I don't think that would be the right thing to do. however ironic that is. given the situation, I do something which I have never been good at and which I don't enjoy doing: I lie.

"although all of you are catches," I preface. "I think I would probably pick Emily."

Prentiss almost chokes on her own spit as her head snaps to see my face.

"me?" she asks.

"low-pressure fun." I shrug, the stress of the moment rolling off my shoulders with the ensuing laughter of my team members. Spencer takes a sip of his drink and peeks at me from his spot before I focus my attention to JJ.

we go on like this for a while, our original plan of "truth or drink" really just turning into a game of "truth and drink." as our laughter gets progressively louder, our questions and answers get progressively more provocative. we get into risky territory towards the fourth round, and I can practically feel Spencer's discomfort radiating off of him. thank god everyone has been taking it easier on him with their questions.

that is, until Morgan hits about five shots and decides to throw him to the wolves.

"so, Reid," he asks. there's no malice in his tone and I'm sure he's not meaning to embarrass the boy genius, but the question makes me wince anyways. "have we made any progress on the virginity front?"

it's like a fucking pall over the table. Reid goes rigid in his spot, and JJ's protective eyes dart between him and Morgan. Penelope's jaw drops.

"wait, Reid, you're a--?" her voice is tender, not judgmental, but Spencer's cheeks turn pink and he looks at Derek with a hurt expression.

"not cool." he says, body shifting in my direction. his eyes communicate everything; without a word, I know what he wants. I scoot out of the booth, letting him slip by me to walk outside.

truly, I'm speechless. we all stare at his lanky frame push through the door, but nobody talks until at least fifteen seconds pass.

"what the hell was that, Morgan?" JJ asks.

"I thought everyone knew--" he throws his hands up. "I swear I wouldn't have said anything if--"

"why would everyone know that?" I feel myself get angry for Spencer's sake. "that's an incredibly personal thing, especially to him."

"that wasn't you, my love." Penelope's voice is soft, sobered by the incident that just occurred. the playful air at the table is officially ruined, and we keep glancing at the doorway like Reid will come back in and everything will be fine. he doesn't.

"I'm gonna go apologize." Morgan starts to get up, seemingly beginning to realize the weight of his words. it's one thing to ask about Reid's sex life in general; it's another to point out specifically the entire absence of it. Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered by most things, but this is different. my heart hurts.

we watch Morgan go, the women all looking at each other with worried expressions.

"I feel bad." Penelope says.

"y'know, Spence never told me that." JJ observes.

"he really trusts Morgan." Prentiss says what we're all thinking. Morgan has always been like a big brother to him, and being embarrassed in front of your co-workers like that can't be a pleasant feeling.

we sit in a relative silence for about five minutes until Morgan walks back into the bar. he pulls out his wallet and pays for the drinks, then walks over to us.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. do you need me to call you all cabs?" he asks. those dramatic brows are drawn low over his face, emphasizing his regret. I look between my friends and clear my throat.

"it's okay. I only had one shot about an hour and a half ago. I can drive everyone home."

"okay," Morgan sighs, his head turning briefly to the door before focusing back on us. "drive safe, ladies."

and then he's gone.

"you guys ready?" I start to shrug my jacket on. they all nod and we get ready to go.

...

sitting in my apartment later that night, my head is swimming. even though it's none of my business what happens in Spencer's sex life, I wish I could tell him that it's okay. nobody cares at all if he's a virgin or not. but I know it's still embarrassing.

I hate that I lied earlier tonight, too. I wanted to say Spencer's name when they asked who I wanted, because I meant it. we're close, and I will always love him as a friend. but I've also always wanted more.

nobody, not even any of the other BAU women, know about my crush. I didn't want it to get in the way, or for it to come out and ruin my friendship with Reid. he doesn't like me like that, and that's fine, but what's not fine is not having him as my friend.

he was the first person I really connected with when I came here, and I feel a little protective over him, too.

once the clock hits eleven, I consider calling. he’s definitely not asleep yet. Spencer is a night owl. normally at this time he'd be curled up with a huge book, reading impossibly fast.

when he picks up on the third ring, the air leaves my lungs.

"Y/N?" he asks, more surprised than anything else.

"hey, Spence--" I hesitate, suddenly not sure what to say. sorry Morgan told everyone you're a fucking virgin? “do you wanna come over?"

maybe if I see him face-to-face, I'll be able to collect my thoughts better. the words hang in the air, festering over the line until I'm just about to take them back, before he replies.

"y-yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

my hands are shaking at my side when I open the door for the tall genius. he's still wearing his outfit from earlier, hair slicked back like normal. I've settled for my usual sweatpants and t-shirt winning combo. it's not like he cares.

"hey." I smile, trying to read his micro expressions. there are two possible outcomes here, knowing him: either he's going to be totally, completely over it, or he'll be able to write a War-and-Peace-length book on why he's upset.

"hi." he gives a wan smile and I let him into my apartment, closing the door behind him and gesturing to the couch.

"I missed this place." he says absently, looking around at the mess of decor and case files. I snort as I recall the last time he was here. he wanted to borrow a book that I had, and we ended up watching an entire docu-series about homing pigeons. it was surprisingly interesting; mostly because his commentary is both informative and funny.

"it missed you." I anthropomorphize my living space, but the phrase hangs heavy. I'm worried about him. I'm always worried about Spencer. he turns to look at me, opening his mouth to say something. I brush past him and walk into the kitchen. "coffee?"

"sure." he follows me like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter while I pull out two mugs and get to work.

"hey," I pause for a moment to look him in the eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-- about what happened... tonight."

"oh, that?" he scoffs, waves it off unconvincingly. "it's fine."

I raise my brows the slightest bit, never breaking eye contact. he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want to talk about it. he cracks easily.

"it's just embarrassing, you know?" he says, staring out my kitchen window to alleviate his own nerves. I gesture for him to follow me back into the living room and I sit down criss-cross applesauce on the couch. he mirrors me, kicking off those cute black Converse.

"I don't think the fact itself is embarrassing, but I totally get why it feels that way. he shouldn't have said anything." I nod.

"like, that's personal. a-and--" he hesitates a moment, gesticulating wildly now. "and it's not like he's got any right! at least I don't go around with so many girls that I forget their names."

the thought of Reid sleeping with that many women is a little bit funny, but it also makes my stomach twist with jealousy.

"did he apologize?"

"yeah, he did. and he was drunk, I know." he rolls his eyes. "I'm overreacting."

"no, really, you're not." without thinking, I scoot closer to him and place my hand over his, which is sitting on his knee. I remember that Spencer is usually pretty averse to touch, but when I move it back to my lap, he seems a little disappointed. I wonder if he gets lonely.

"is it weird?" the question sounds raw, like he's mustering a lot to hear my response. I shake my head immediately.

"well, for one, Spence, I would never judge anyone based on their sex life, period." I chuckle. "and two, no way! if you aren't into having sex at this point in your life-- or ever-- that's totally your choice and you're entitled to it."

his eyes meet mine, pools of honeyed hazel that swim with a slightly amber shade. his face is so pretty, it's sometimes unbelievable to me that he doesn't get more action. bone structure that would make a sculpture envious.

"that's the thing," he licks his lips nervously before averting his gaze again. "I am interested-- I just don't-- well, I don't--"

"don't have someone to do it with?" I suggest with a slight smile. he nods, then clarifies.

"girls don't really seem to be interested in me."

I let out a laugh, unable to contain myself. his head jerks up to frown in confusion. I’m quick to amend myself.

"Spence, that's not true at all. you're such a catch! you're sweet and funny and way smarter than anyone I know. not to mention that you're adorable." I compliment, letting some of the thoughts I've been keeping to myself bubble to the surface. "any girl would be beyond lucky to be with you, sexually or not." Spencer blushes at my words, but the squirming in his spot tells me that it makes him feel warm inside. he smiles a little.

"you think?" it's genuine. he appreciates being praised, and it makes my heart flutter when he gives me that expression like I've made his night.

"I know." more of what I want to say rolls around my mind, unsure of whether or not I should admit it. but I think that right now, it'll only serve to make him feel better. "actually, I should tell you something."

"what?" he's curious now.

"when we were at the bar and Penelope asked who I'd be with... on the team... I lied."

"okay." he nods, somehow not connecting the dots. I guess it doesn't matter if they've got enormous IQs; boys are still clueless.

"I was gonna say you." the truth presses from the inside out, lifting a weight off my chest now that it's out there. even if he doesn't return that feeling, I'm suddenly glad that I told him.

"me?" he gestures to his narrow chest. I nod.

"yeah. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable or embarrass you in front of our friends." I explain. he breaks into a grin.

"thanks." like I've given him something. I feel myself smiling as well, and then we're just looking at each other. tension that neither of us is willing to break. as much as I'd like to take him right here right now, he hasn't said anything about actually having sex or even about being attracted to me. for all I know, he could be completely indifferent.

"listen, Spence--"

"would you be willing to--" we speak at the same time, both of us stopping and laughing awkwardly.

"sorry, you go first." I offer, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"would you want to... um..." he scratches the back of his neck before his eyes meet mine. "try it?"

"sex?" I raise my eyebrows. he nods. I try to find the right response. that’s more assertive than I expected. my pulse is fast, daring me to tell the truth. "I mean-- yes, I would love to-- but are you sure you want it to be with me, Spence? what about a girl that you like?"

"you are a girl that I like." he says this like it's matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. my heart stops in my chest before it starts to hammer.

"really?" a smile makes its way onto my face.

"I thought you knew."

"no." I laugh. my chest is full of sunlight.

"well, you are."

there's a brief silence where I try to get myself back on track. he likes me, too.

"are you sure you want to do this?" I glance at the space between our bodies, which has grown steadily smaller over the course of our conversation. Spencer is watching my every move with an intensity that tells me he's nervous.

"yes." he's unwavering.

"okay, well, you've kissed girls, right?" I inch closer. he nods.

"one."

"oh, Spencer," I sigh contentedly. "I have so much to teach you."

right after I say this, Spencer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it's only then that I notice his hand covering his lap, the erection that's forming beneath his pants. my eyes flick up to his hungrily.

"sorry." he apologizes.

"don't be." our faces are inches apart and he's practically holding his breath. "I'm gonna kiss you. is that okay?"

"yes." he replies immediately. I place my hands gently on the side of his face, admiring the softness and sharpness of his jaw when I pull him to me, kissing him with a suppressed desire. his mouth is soft against mine, a little anxious to move. after a moment, he starts to relax.

his lips part and I deepen our contact, tilting my head and keeping it mostly mild at first. I don't want to shove my tongue down his throat. our knees are touching and his hand hesitantly finds my waist, the other going to run through my hair. I sigh into him, his fingertips a new sensation that I adore.

Spencer begins to give in a bit more to himself, asserting himself in the kiss and slipping his tongue over my bottom lip. I almost laugh at how quickly he gets the hang of it. he reads my body language effortlessly, not even skipping a beat when I climb into his lap and lace my arms around his neck.

"is this okay?" I pull away momentarily. he nods.

"you're so pretty." an unrelated response, but appreciated nonetheless. I laugh and peck his nose.

"thanks." and then we're back to making out, his hands resting on the small of my back. it's nice. I could stay like this forever, just pressed against Spencer while my fingers thread through his soft hair. he's cautious with me, and it's innocent.

I can feel his boner, can feel from the eagerness of his kisses that he's trying not to bring up the fact that he's literally just throbbing in his pants right now. in order to give him a little of what he wants, I start to rock my hips against his.

Spencer whimpers into my mouth. I stop and look down at him.

"do you want me to stop?"

"no, god, no— never stop." he's mindless in his reply, already grabbing my hips greedily and trying to regain that friction. I shake my head with a chuckle, then resume my actions. he starts to rut up against me, groaning into our embrace while his hands get more adventurous.

I withdraw, breaking the kiss to straighten up. he doesn't stop the microscopic pushes of his hips. I bite back a smile, enjoying the friction, too.

"do you wanna take my clothes off, Spence?" I ask softly.

"y-yes." he replies, gingerly taking the hem of my top and beginning to lift it over my head. when he places it on the couch beside me, his eyes immediately fall to my bra. slender fingers run up my bare waist, his watch glinting in the candlelight. when he doesn't immediately reach to unclasp my bra, I grab his wrist and guide it to the clasps myself. he moves with a surprising ease, unsnapping the thing and grazing over my skin as he slides the straps down my shoulders. I can tell that he’s shaking a tad, but it doesn’t hinder him.

the second that he's discarded the lingerie, he looks up at me with moony eyes.

"can I... kiss you?" he looks at my bare chest. "here?"

"of course, Spence." I nod. he presses his lips to the space between my ribs, drags them up to the valley between my breasts. lingers, then attaches himself to one of my nipples. I sigh, throwing my head back at the way he moves intuitively, sucking and running his tongue over the peak. he squeezes the other breast, plays with the nipple and starts to acquaint himself with the curves of my body.

the whole time, he's straining against my core, rutting helplessly in pleasure. it feels heavenly, with that sweet face of his so devoted to making me feel good, that I nearly stray from the purpose of the experience.

"Spencer..." I breathe. he moans at the sound of his name, then looks up at me from his place sucking on my tits. his teeth graze of my skin and I buck into his lap, causing him to groan appreciatively. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

"Y/N," he pulls away from my chest, his lips making a soft popping sound. I gaze down at him, a bit lost in the fantasies running through my head. he's a natural. "can we, um-- like, expedite this process a little?"

"expedite the process?” I repeat back to him, giggling at his formality.

"what?" his voice goes up an octave, but he's smiling. "you know what I mean."

"I really do." I lean down, pressing my thumb into his jaw and angling his face up to mine to kiss. while his hands curiously move over my body, I start to push down the waistband of my sweatpants. I break contact just for a moment to peel them off, and he releases a quiet whine. it's cute.

"come back." he says softly, watching as I slide the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in my panties.

"I'm back." I peck his cheek, climb into his lap again. "can we take off your clothes, too?"

"mhmm." he nods. his lips part when my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a torturous slowness. I can feel his eyes on my face the whole time.

"what?" I chuckle, peeking up at him for a moment before I pull his shirt open and run my palms up his chest, over his shoulders. he nearly shudders at the sheer touch.

"I just can't believe this is actually happening." he smiles in that way of his, like he's suppressing the depth of his emotions, with his brows slightly raised. I take the opportunity to enjoy the sight of him before me, his rapidly rising and falling chest, the smoothness of his skin.

"honestly?" I start to unbutton his pants, and he jerks up into my hand, blushing once he realizes the earnestness of his actions. I smirk encouragingly. "me, neither."

before I pull down his boxers, my eyes flick to his. "is this still okay?"

"Y/N," he groans. "if you don't do something, I'm gonna cum too early." he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when my hand moves over his clothed erection, like he's holding on. "please."

"sorry." I release him from the confines. it hits his stomach and he waits for my reaction, as if he's afraid that I'll change my mind right now. but I'm definitely not going to. "holy fuck, Spencer."

"what?" he panics slightly, sitting up more. "is it not enough?"

"not enou--" I stutter, almost laugh. "no, it's plenty. I had no idea..."

"oh." he hides the pleased smile on his face, blush spreading over his pretty throat. in the interest of "expediting the process," I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and gently pump him.

Spencer's stomach tenses and he grabs onto the cushion of the couch with a tight fist, sighing.

"mmm..." he doesn't try to word his emotions, but I know. and I like that I'm making him feel this way, sharing this experience. Spencer and I are such close friends, I never thought we'd actually have sex. my assumption was that I'd watch him grow into himself, find a nice girl and treat her like a queen.

but here I am, spitting into my hand before jerking him off to prepare for what’s next. he’s throbbing, sounds coming from his throat.

"I'm gonna sit on it, okay?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. he touches my waist, my neck, kisses a random spot on my chest in the waves of pleasure that I'm giving him.

"o-okay." he mumbles, waiting for me to actually do it. and there's a moment of tense anticipation between both of us, when I sit up and pull my panties to the side. Spencer watches like I'm the only thing in the world, saving the memory of my body on top of his for later.

I run the head of his cock along my entrance, soaking him in the wetness between my thighs. I didn't realize how turned on I'd already gotten, and he lets out a quiet whine when he feels the evidence of how much I want him.

our eyes lock when I sink down. it's a new feeling for him, and the shape of his member as it stretches my walls causes me to bite my lip to withhold moaning too loudly. he whimpers, neck tensing and fingertips digging into my hips.

"o-oh." he sucks in a breath as I reach the halfway point. he's so big, I have to go slow in order not to overwhelm myself. but it feels good, too. like... unbelievably good. I grip onto his shoulders and my head falls forward into his shoulder.

"Spencer, holy shit." I moan.

"does it feel nice?" he asks, concerned for my own pleasure. I feel my chest flutter at the thoughtfulness of the boy wonder even when he's in the midst of losing his virginity, and I lower myself onto the rest of him.

"mhmm," I rest for a moment. "how do you feel?"

"like--" his breath hitches when I begin to rock back and forth on him. "like I've been missing out."

I can't help the giggle that slips past my lips, but then it quickly turns into a longing moan when he starts to thrust up into me like a helpless thing. Spencer is brilliant, but his brain cells go out the window when he throws his head back and begs me to move more.

I nod, raising and lowering myself until we reach a special pace. it's not fast or slow, just the two of us trying to stay in the moment while we hold on tightly to each other. I can feel the cool metal of his watch when he splays his hand out over my spine, the warmth of his breath while he pants against my shoulder.

he hits my g-spot over and over. my moans are torn from my throat by the burning of my lungs. it's like I can't breathe because I'm so focused on chasing the orgasm building in my stomach. and Spencer... I can tell he's almost finished.

the erratic nature of his jerking body tells me.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans into my neck. "do- do you want me to pull out?"

"no." I arch my back and throw myself into the friction of our bodies. he stares up at me while I ride him, the merciless grinding of my hips because I just can't help myself. "oh my god, Spencer."

he notices how close I am and, in a surprisingly deft move, slides two fingers over my pussy to find my clit. the ensuing noise from me tells him that he's found it, and he begins to rub in quick circles. it's rough and hard, but that's exactly what I need right now.

"cum for me, Spence." I breathe. his free hand grips onto my thigh and pulls me over him, his own words unintelligible within the sounds of absolute pleasure.

"please." he begs for something I don't know, spills his seed inside of my pussy and holds onto me like I'm an anchor to this world while he peers into the next. the feeling of him spreading through my stomach, along with the reckless movements of his limbs and the way he looks at me while he rides out his orgasm, sends me over the edge.

"oh my fuck!" I collapse, grabbing his shoulders tightly and rolling myself down while he removes his fingers from my body. it's jarring, the intensity, like my normal functions can't respond correctly. all I can process is the tightening of my stomach, the pleasure between my legs, vision going slightly fuzzy at the edges. he moans when my cunt flutters around him, the muscles trying desperately to hold him here with me forever. I take deep breaths and slow down, my forehead dropping again while I start to remember my own name.

neither of us speaks. I think I'm still too in shock about what just happened, but in the best way. he keeps running his hands over my skin, then wraps his arms around my torso so that I'm pulled against his chest. I smile, kissing his ear before I finally break the silence.

"hi."

"hi." he's got a satisfied tone.

"do you need anything? water?" I ask, exhausted but realizing that this is still new for Spencer and it's my job to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. he nuzzles his nose into my clavicle and squeezes me tighter.

"stay here with me." there's a slight edge to his words. he's afraid of me leaving. I snuggle down, perfectly happy to remain. heat radiates from his skin, and I like the way it feels.

"of course."

we linger in each other’s arms, both of us coming back into the real world and holding on in an attempt to soften the blow. I just had sex with Spencer.

"thank you." he whispers into my hair.

"for what?" the smile on my face is lazy.

"for doing this."

"well, I really wanted to." I laugh. "so, I guess, thank you, too."

"you're quite welcome." his response is cheerful and then we're both laughing, the sound rumbling from his chest. "can we do it again at some point?"

"I would be happy to." I beam. the contented sigh that leaves his lips, followed by a slight sinking of our bodies down the couch in collective exhaustion, fills me with a joy that's quiet but obvious.

“I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” he says. I can practically hear the blush in his cheeks.

“you did amazing, Spence. don’t worry about it.” I press a few stray kisses to him.

I'll need to go clean up, soon, but it can wait a few more minutes. this is my favorite place on earth.

[aphrodite1288]

I'm seeing so many kdists on twt losing their minds over of this latest nng video. lmao. people srsly need to chill a little. they just went to take cy's dog for a walk, it has nothing to do with ji!

be grateful that cy and ksoo agreed to share this moment with us, bc there no way in hell kd ever would (I mean kadi are extremely private and secretive so they would never give us that kind of glimpse into their relationship).

the funniest thing is these people are sure cy is as straight as a ruler and yet feel so threatened by chansoo. what.

sorry, just came here to rant a little 😔

I'll forever say it, Kadiists/KaiSooists will forever be in doubt no matter how much we try to confirm it to them. Imagine we worked so hard through the years to get you guys info about kadi yet you still get shaken by the smallest update of Ksoo with another man. They (kadiists/KaiSooists) easily feel threatened and start ranting and coming to our blog in dms and ask box asking for reassurance. We're not your mother. It's so sad that a walk with a friend or a golf round with a military friend can shake them and waver their trust in a 10+ years Kadi. Well thank God Kadi don't need your support or else they would have felt so dissapointed in their supporters for constantly doubting their 12 years bond. Kadi are stronger than you'll ever be, so quit supporting them if you're going to doubt them everyday for the pettiest reason.

And I'm sure I'll have some morons coming here to me saying Ji broke up with Ksoo because he never shared about him on his IG or youtube channel, yet they don't know that's the biggest proof that Kadi are real: is that Ji can never features Ksoo in his videos. Because they both (Kadi) know they're so intimate and they can't pull an act as normal friends in front of you guys! They're a couple! For over a decade! For hell's sake! It's hard for them! It's going to be awkward. You don't expect them to pretend to be homies/buddies having a walk or a grabbing a meal? They are sure they can't do it and pretend. They know each other, they know they can't resist being touchy and lovey-dovey, and they both know Ji can't keep his hands to himself. With Ekso, in front of fans they try so hard to restrain themselves from being too clingy and touchy because they have the members next to them and S/M staff supervising them, and despite all that we still got Kadi moments and love stares and affectionate touches and PDA from them. Now imagine if it's only the two of them in front of Ji's camera? It's risky! They can say stuff and do stuff that is normal to them because they're in a long-term relationship and act like married couple because they are alone and there is no one besides them to supervise them or tell them to stop when they're going too far, and it won't be seen as normal for us kadiists! Especially that they know how much of detectives EksoL can get. And they might get scolded so hard by S/M and as long as they have a career you'll never have free Kadi content on their personal sns accounts.

So please stop comparing Ji to other men Ksoo knows and trashing on him for not sharing Soo on his SNS! He really wants to!! But he can't and by -you insisting and hating on him and saying he hates Ksoo just cause he doesn't share anything about him on his IG and avoids talking about him at all-, you're pushing him to the edge and you're putting so much weight and pressure on him by placing blame on him for something he can't control! You're only making it worse for him and you guys are asking too much from him and it hurts him, you hurt him by doing what you do, by asking things from him, things he can't control, and can't give you. You're giving him a hard time and making him feel worse than what he feels on a daily basis! Imagine how hard it is for him not to be able to hangout with his lover holding hands for over 10 years!? How they can't go grab medecine from the pharmacy or go to the hospital together when one of them is sick so they always need to call a third-party so they won't risk to get exposed?! How they can't have private romantic head to head birthday/anniversary parties in fancy restaurants unless they travel to another continent to treat each other for special occasions!? How they can't travel and have some private time together unless they take diffrent flights and pay so much efforts and extra money to not be seen in the same airport ?!! They can't even book a room in a hotel by using both their names they always do it separately! And always one comes 1 day ahead of the other in order to stay lowkey and not rise suspicions. They can't easily go on walks in the park at reasonable hours and enjoy the beautiful day life, instead they have to wait until the whole city is asleep to go for a private date (to breath some air after months of doing it at home) at 3am at -20°C which is rare because of their schedule and the weather's harshness and sasaengs following them, they can't even go to a place in the same car! They always have to use both their cars and take diffrent roads and keep their radar On and inform each other of change of plans once one of them get caught by a sasaeng stalking them etc... Do you know how hard it is for him not to be able to update about their dates and the thousands of pictures they take during their trips and vacations with their families and their holidays to the world!? Do you know how hard it is for him not to able to say happy birthday to the only person he loves the most on his SNS and show how much he loves him to the universe? It's hard enough for him, don't fan the flames. He's already burning.

@Admin_Fallone

[animeomegas]

let's imagine this: asra and his alpha are having THAT fight, although it's more like asra yelling all desperate and his alpha trying to calm him down so they can talk properly. asra is having none of that (even if his alpha it's not even mad or actually fighting, they just want asra to feel better) so his alpha just interrupts him while he's starting to panic and simply says:

"where do you want to go? i think it would be nice living in the middle of the forest, just the two of us. and if the plague continues for more than a couple of months, we could even open a shop in whatever place we'll live in"

asra is like what?? and the alpha just tells him something like "i want to help our city, but not if that is a reason to be away from you. you're my mate, the most important person in my life. i'm sure i can figure out a spell or something else that let's me help find a cure for the plague while being in some far away city instead with you, the both of us safe and most important: together"

i feel like asra would just start crying because he thought he was going to lose his alpha, that they would choose to stay instead of understanding that he doesn't feel safe in the city anymore and even if someone else could think that he's selfish, it really makes sense to just want his mate safe, you know?

and then they just cuddle (WITH FAUST TOO !!!) while talking about what kind of place they want to live in while the plague still exists. i'm soft :(

¡¡ I JUST HATE THAT IN THE GAME, MC DIDN'T GO WITH ASRA LIKE ?!?!? THEY COULD HAVE USED THAT WATER SPELL TO HELP FIND A CURE WITHOUT BEING THERE PHYSICALLY !!!

(Omg I totally agree! I would have been out of that city the second that plague reared it's head. I simply do not have loyalty to places and I would be gone lmao 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️💨 Also, my prompt for Asra for Kinktober is emotional sex, which you sent in of course 😉, and I think I might use this post as the backstory for it... @bymoanne)

Okay, so Asra has been watching the plague develop like a hawk, and he's decided that they have to leave. They have to. Otherwise his alpha will die, and Asra knows he won't be far behind. Things are going from bad to worse, and Asra knows they have to leave now before the city gets quarantined.

But then his alpha says the worst six words he's ever heard.

"I want to stay and help."

And Asra breaks down into hysterics completely, shouting and pleading and bargaining and saying anything and everything he can think of to convince them. He's furious at them for doing this to him. For putting him in this position where he can't protect his mate. But he's also not surprised. This is so like them, to want to help everyone, and normally it's one of his favourite things about his alpha, but right now he can't stand it.

And Asra's alpha is just staring at him, completely blindsided by his breakdown, vaguely aware of Faust slithering up to rest on their shoulders. He'd been quick to leave Asra when his shouting started.

They had no idea he was feeling so unsafe, feeling so desperate to leave. They do want to stay and help but not if this is what that decision does to Asra. He'll never leave them, they know that, and they couldn't bare to watch him breakdown like this if they decided to stay.

They try and get him to calm down, but he won't let them speak. He feels like he's going to die, like they both are going to die, if he can't convince them right now that they need to leave.

...

"Where do you want to go?" they interrupt him, speaking loud enough to be heard over Asra's panicked pleading. His voice dies down as the words register.

"What?" he asks, dazed.

"I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but my family had a cabin in the woods about thirty miles from here... It hasn't been used in years, but it was pretty hidden and secure, so it should still be there. From what I can remember, we left the kitchen stocked with plates and cutlery, and the linen cupboard stocked with blankets and sheets. I can't promise that the roof won't leak and that the blankets aren't musty and need washing but, if you want to go there we could fix it up a little?" they offer.

Asra blinks a few times, before his bottom lip starts to quiver.

"Really?"

"Of course! We can pack up as much of our stuff as we can, we'll have to hunt and grow a lot of our food there, but we can bring as many cans of food as we can to supplement. There's a river for fish and everything! I think you'll like it, but it will take us about six hours to get there at least, probably closer to eight with all our stuff- Woah!"

Asra interrupts them by throwing himself into their arms. He can't even begin to stop the tears that fall freely from his eyes. He's so relieved he can barely breathe.

"Thank you, thank you," he sobs into their shoulder. He claws at his alpha's shoulders, desperately trying to pull his alpha closer.

"Shh," they hush, holding him securely. "I do want to stay and help, but not if that makes you feel like this. We're a team. I will never make you stay in a place where you don't feel safe."

"A team," Asra repeats in a whispered voice. Faust gently begins to transfer back to Asra, now that the shouting has stopped.

"A team," they place a kiss on his head. "We'll leave at first light tomorrow, it's too late today. The cabin is hard enough to find in the daylight and I haven't been there in years, the night is too risky. It will give us some time to pack though."

Asra sighs, nuzzling in to his alpha's neck, exhausted. All the adrenaline is starting to crash and now he just feels tired, but also so, so grateful.

"I love you," Asra says, trying to push as much emotion as he can into those words.

"I love you, too," they reply, sliding a hand up to nestle in his hair. "Why don't you take a nap while I make a packing list?"

...

Asra's alpha sits on one of their sofa's, Asra's head cushioned in their lap as he sleeps, and they write a packing list.

They leave just before dawn, with as much stuff as they can carry between them, dragging a small cart behind them to help. They all (Asra, his alpha and Faust) exit the city without touching anything or talking to anyone. They walk in silence, focused on just leaving as fast as possible without a fuss and without catching anything.

It takes a whole day of walking to arrive at the little derelict cabin, but the second they do, Asra feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

There are cobwebs everywhere, the roof is questionable, and the whole place is covered in dust. But it's workable, especially with magic. They have a food source, a water source, blankets and a bed, a semi functional kitchen... and crucially, they're far away from any town or city.

It's perfect.

[I really want to build the little derelict cabin in the sims 😆 Maybe I will haha]

[leossmoonn]

can i request a stefan imagine where bonnie locks you both into a room because you guys fight to hide your feelings, and when you're inside, you both finally talk it out and then when the next day the room is unlocked everyone makes fun of you because you fell asleep on each other

yes! this is such a cute idea :))

masterlist

warnings / includes - mild language, casual sex talk, underage drinking (you all are 18 tho), fighting, kissing, ugly crying (lol)

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“i thought he was supposed to be the smart one,” you grimaced.

“boys are often enchanted by half-naked girls,” elena stated. “yeah, but not stefan,” you said, taking a big gulp of your beer.

“well, contrary to popular belief, stefan is like other boys. he got turned at 17, he didn’t have much time to mature.”

you gave elena a ‘are you serious?’ look before turning back to the man whom you were hopelessly in love with. it shattered your heart to see him dancing with another girl.

she was wearing a belly top with a skirt you knew that not even vicki donovan would approve of. she had her back facing towards stefan, running her hands through his hair as she moved up and down on him, obviously trying to get him riled up and fuck her in the bathrooms. meanwhile, his hands were on her waist, following the movements her body made. he had a big smile on his face, winking at her as he told her dirty little nothings.

the red solo cup crushed in your hand, beer running down your arm, some getting on your jeans. you didn’t even realize until elena started to wipe your skin with napkins, taking your attention off of the vampire for a few seconds.

“you had an accident,” elena snorted. “oh,” you frowned, helping her. “oops.”

“why don’t you just go and replace her? i bet stefan then would actually get hard,” elena suggested.

“please, it’s not like he’d even notice me. i mean, look at her, she’s gorgeous.” your insecurities took over your brain, and you couldn’t help but think of how many other pretty girls stefan could have.

“please, she’s below average, and she’s had herpes two times in the last four months. i know stefan is immortal and his body heals fast and all, but no guy, supernatural or not, wants to get involved with a girl like that,” elena assured you.

“then why is he letting her use him as a stripper pole?” you frowned. “maybe to make someone jealous?” elena raised her brow, looking at you and hoping you caught onto the hint.

“like who, you?” you smirked.

“he doesn’t like me anymore! and trust me, before we even got together, he was in love with someone else. he just used me as a jealous device,” elena shrugged, taking a sip of her beer.

“ouch. who did he love instead of you?” you asked, completely clueless. “oh, it doesn’t matter, but it’s okay. i was in love with damon, anyways, so really, it was fair. and he did love me, he just wasn’t in love with me, you know?” she asked.

“yeah, i guess there is a difference,” you nodded. “yep, and stefan definitely does not like that girl, so go and talk to him! you’re his best friend, and if you pull him aside to confess your feelings for him, he definitely won’t mind,” elena nudged you.

you looked back at him, your heart racing at the thought of you actually telling him you’re in love with him, and have been for the last year and a half. you shook your head, looking down at your shoes.

“no, no, it’s too risky. what if he doesn’t like me back? i can’t risk losing your friendship over some silly little crush.”

elena rolled her eyes, setting her drink down and taking ahold of your shoulders. she looked you in the eyes, causing your own eyes to widen.

“it’s not just a “silly little crush”, okay? you are in love with him, and it’s not going to get any better for you if you just stand here and push your feelings down. and look, he likes you, too. i know you don’t believe it, but he does. in fact, he’s also in love with you. just take a chance, y/n.”

“but what if he doesn’t like me and you guys have just been rallying me up for no reason?” you frowned.

“that’s not going to happen. now, go and be with your soulmate!” she pushed you towards him.

you glanced to her and gave her a glare, but complying once you faced stefan again. you walked over to him confidently, tapping his shoulder. he immediately turned to you, a bright smile lighting his face. oh, how you loved that smile.

“hey, y/n, what’s up?”

“i wanted to talk to you,” you prompted. “okay, sure,” he nodded. he abandoned the girl, letting you lead him to a quieter part of the grill.

“so, what’s this about?” he asked.

“um, well…” you weren’t sure you could just flat-out confess, so you decided it was best to have him confess first. “do you like anyone?”

stefan’s eyes widened, a flash of fear clouding his eyes. he shifted his weight, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.

“u-um, no. why would you think that?”

your heart fell at his response, but you kept up hope. he was probably just scared because he didn’t know you liked him back, right?

“well, a little birdie told me that you liked someone. and me being your best friend and all, i thought it would be fitting for me to know. you know, i can help by getting you and her together.” you flashed him an eager smile.

“well, i don’t like anyone. and if you don’t mind, i’d like to get back to -“

“you’re really leaving me to dance with that slut?” you cocked your brow.

“n-no, well, yeah, but -“

“c’mon, stefan, i won’t judge. just tell me who you like.” you slipped your hand into his, interlocking your fingers together.

stefan’s dead heart dropped in his chest, giving him that somersault affect your touch often gave him. he looked into your eyes, seeing the desperation and pain that they held. he knew that he should tell you that it’s you, but he wasn’t 100% sure you even liked him back. like you, the thought of losing you was too risky for him to take the leap. so instead, he deflected.

“you don’t have to know everything about me! i know you’re my friend, but i have my own private life outside of our friendship. just leave me alone and let me dance with her.” he pulled his hand away from yours, the loss of warmth and comfort disappearing from you both.

you looked at him incredulously, not believing the words that came out of his mouth. you open and closed your mouth multiple times, not sure how to respond. you didn’t even know how to feel, really. you just felt your heart break for the millionth time that night.

he looked at you helplessly, guilt filling his chest as he saw the struggle you had with choosing to leave, or choosing to stay and work it out. he hoped you would choose the latter.

“you’re an asshole, stefan,” you spoke.

your words cut him like a knife.

“you’re right, you do have a personal life outside of our friendship, but you have always shared everything with me. you once told me that i’m the one that you trust the most, that you can tell anything that, that i’m your bestfriend. and-and what now? i-i’m only a friend? someone who you can’t even tell who you like? you told me that you liked elena, and i helped you with that. what is so different about this girl, huh?” you argued.

“nothing! i-i just… you just don’t need to know everything, is all.”

you looked at him good and hard, trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. was elena wrong? did he really not like you, but like someone else?

“i don’t believe that,” you shook your head, speaking to yourself more than him.

“why not? you are never this… grueling.”

“because i… i just…” you couldn’t tell him that you really thought.

“you what? you think you know who i like? please, enlighten me,” he taunted.

you gritted your teeth, your hands balling into fists. you lifted your first up, ready to hit him, but bonnie and elena came over, restraining you.

“okay, let’s calm down, yeah?” bonnie suggested, pulling you back.

you started to cry as bonnie led you to a different part of the restaurant.

“you-you guys are wrong. he doesn’t like me,” you sobbed.

bonnie sighed. “he does, we swear. he just doesn’t know you like him.”

“are you serious! what is he, blind?” you scoffed.

“guys are pretty clueless, even immortal ones.”

“yeah, that’s what elena said,” you sniffled. “well, what do i do now? we can just resume being friends.”

bonnie pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “here, let me show you something.”

she took your hand, leading you to the storage room. you went along with her until you saw stefan there.

“what? bonnie, what are you -?”

“have fun you two,” elena winked as bonnie closed the door.

you heard the lock click. you ran up to the door, banging on it and begging for your friends to let you out.

“hey! this isn’t funny! i’m claustrophobic, you know this!”

“no can do! work it out, you two!” bonnie shouted from the outside.

“here, let me,” stefan said.

you moved away, crossing your arms as you watched him try to kick down the door. he took ahold of the handle, pulling it off. he then tried to open the door, but it didn’t budge.

“well, good job. you’re a genius, you know that?” you remarked.

he turned to you with a glare. “as if you could do anything else.”

“well, maybe if you let me find something to unlock the lock, then there would still be a door handle!” you hissed.

“don’t blame me for trying to help!”

“well, it’s the truth! you always think you can fix things. just accept the fact that you can’t.”

“woah, when did this turn personal? if i remember correctly, you once told me that my determination was admirable. why the sudden change now?” he hummed, crossing his arms and looking at you like a smart ass.

you sighed deeply, your eyes filling with tears as you answered him.

“because you hurt me. i-i’m hurt, okay?”

he softened up immediately, his arms falling to his side, his smirk disappearing. remorse shined in his eyes as he tried to reach out to you.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

you stepped back, putting your head down. “it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not. you don’t deserve it.”

you turned your back to him, your eyes settling on the boxes full of kitchen supplies. you sniffled multiple times, your shoulders shaking as you tried to keep your weeping to a minimum.

you heard stefan sigh behind you. his feet dragged along the steel floor, his hand coming up to gently rub your back.

“please, look at me, y/n,” he whispered.

you turned to him slowly, the sorry pit in his stomach growing. you looked at him, your eyes drooping, tears lining your cheeks. your lips were swollen, your nose running. you sniffled once again, trying to calm yourself down.

stefan walked away for a few moments, bringing back a towel. you looked at him, heart fluttering as he wiped the snot that surrounded the bottom of your nose. he wiped your tears away, running the cloth carefully under your eyes to capture the remaining moisture. you watched him as he kept his eyes on yours the whole time. you felt yourself falling for him again.

he set the rag on a shelf, taking your hand and slipping his into it. you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. stefan smiled with you, looking at you sweetly.

“i’m sorry. you are my best friend. you are the person i trust the most. i will continue to tell you everything and anything. i just… i was just scared to tell you who i liked,” he explained.

you nodded, understanding his explanation. “no worries. i get it. i don’t like being interrogated either.”

“you didn’t interrogate me.”

“oh, please,” you snorted. “we both know i did.”

he shrugged with a little smile. “well, i know you mean well.”

you nodded, “i do. i really do.”

“i know, y/n, i know,” he reassured you.

you looked away from him, the tension in the room weighing on your shoulders.

“you know, i think bonnie also put a spell on the door,” you stated.

“i was thinking that, too,” he sighed.

“well, what do we do now? we’ve made up,” you asked, looking back at him.

“i don’t know. are you hungry?” he asked.

“no. i am tired, though,” you said. “wanna lay down? i can be your pillow,” he suggested.

you smiled and nodded. “yeah, sure.”

he took your hand, getting on the ground. he laid flat on his back as you put your head on his chest. your heart hammered against your ribcage as he slipped his arm around you, holding you close to him. you fisted his shirt in your hand, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply.

his scent filled your nose, making your mind foggy and muscles relax. he smelled of sandalwood, leather, and jasmine. jasmine was something most guys didn’t smell like, but he did, strangely. it was a sweet, yet musky smell. it fit him very well, and you loved it.

your heart stopped as you felt him rub your back. his fingers scratched your clothed skin softly.

“so, can i ask who you like now?” you hummed.

stefan laughed. you felt the rumbling in his chest, making you smile.

“what?” you looked up at him, batting your eyes innocently.

“why do you want to know so bad? i thought i told you i was done dating for a while,” he stated.

you looked away and back at your hands that held the material of his shirt. “just wondering. and we both know that you’d love to have a girlfriend. one that isn’t in love with your brother.”

stefan laughed again, making you smile to yourself as his chest came up and down in multiple breaths.

“i mean, yes, but i don’t want to just date someone to prove that there are people that like me and not damon.”

“i know, but… what if the girl you like likes you back?” you suggested.

stefan stopped breathing for a second, his hand that was scratching your back stopping to a halt.

“you sound so sure of that,” he said.

you shrugged, looking up at him, hoping he could read the look on your face. “it’s because i am.”

he looked at you, his eyes giving away his emotions. he looked uncertain, but you knew that he understood what you were hinting at. he just couldn’t believe it.

“i love you, stefan,” you spoke, sitting up in his lap.

stefan’s face shone brightly as his lips upturned into a smile. you could physically see all the weight lifted off his shoulders. the hot tension in the room filtered out, being replaced with a cool breeze of relief. he sat up, putting his arm back around you, reaching his hand up to cup your face. he looked deeply into your eyes, his pupils running into his emerald irises. your hands went up to his neck, your fingers entangling in his hair.

“i love you, too, y/n,” he spoke, as if he had said it a million times before.

both of your reactions were minimal, but spoke a thousand words. the words felt natural, right.

you leaned in, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes. your chest heaved up and down in anticipation, your heart ramming itself against your ribacage. stefan was the one to close the gap.

tingles shot up your spine, goosebumps lining your skin. you pressed into him - no space was between you now. you kissed him quicker now, opening your mouth and taking initiative.

he caught on in an instant. his hand that was on your cheek was now on your neck, cradling your head closer to his. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, sparks flying between you two as your chests rubbed against each other. you pulled on his hair that was at the nape of his neck as his hands reached further below your lower back.

his tongue ran across yours deliciously. you explored his mouth, tasting the bourbon and fries he had eaten earlier. you took a shallow breath as your lungs were gasping for air. you would’ve passed out if it weren’t for him.

“did you really like that girl dancing against you?” you blurted.

stefan tilted his head, chuckling. “no, i did not. and also, that’s really the first thing you’re going say after our first kiss.”

you shrugged. “a girl’s gotta ask.”

“well, then, no, i did not. i was trying to make you jealous.”

“well, good job, because it worked,” you snorted.

“yeah. i’m sorry again for making you cry. that was unfair.”

“it’s okay. i now know that you were just being a scared jerk,” you smirked.

“yep, that’s me,” he chuckled.

you hummed contently, placing your head on his shoulder. stefan resumed rubbing your back, setting back onto the floor again. it only took a few minutes for you two to doze off. you awoke again to the sound of laughter.

you opened your eyes, confused as you saw your friends standing over you.

“man, i thought you two were going to have sex, but this is worse!” damon cackled.

you grimaced, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“shut up, damon. at least i know how to treat a girl right,” stefan muttered.

everyone but damon snickered. damom crossed his arms, glaring at his younger brother.

“i do know how to treat a girl right. right, elena?” damon asked.

“mm, i’m not so sure,” elena said with a shit-eating grin.

“okay, you all suck. i’m out!” damon walked out of the storage room, leaving only you two with elena and bonnie.

“so, did you two make up?” bonnie asked.

“yep,” you nodded. “and we are going on our first date tonight,” stefan added.

your head whipped up to him in surprise. “really?”

“yeah, if that’s okay with you.”

“oh, it’s more than okay,” you grinned.

“well, just don’t fall asleep on each other during the date,” elena smirked.

you rolled your eyes. “we aren’t rabbits like you and damon!”

“okay, and like damon, i am out!” elena exclaimed, walking out of the storage room.

“they’re children,” you rolled your eyes.

“so were you two last night, but i’m glad you made up,” bonnie said.

“thanks. us, too,” you smiled at stefan.

stefan returned the expression, leaning in and kissing you softly.

“ew, okay! i, three, am out. please don’t have sex on this dirty floor,” bonnie stated before leaving.

“wanna have sex at my house?” stefan whispered.

“buy me dinner first!” you scoffed. “what about breakfast?” stefan cocked his brow.

you pursed your lips in thought. you couldn’t help but grin.

“i think that would be lovely.”

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