#no drop of doubt i know deep down that we'll make it through just like we always doooooo

[yuujoh]

no matter what you got me, i got you

[sp0o0kylights]

"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch. 

"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into  his annual “anti-valentines day” rant. 

Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.

Directly in front of Patrick.

As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school. 

Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his. 

He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as  if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.” 

A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted. 

Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list. 

Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out. 

"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder. 

A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.

 Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it. 

"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once." 

Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans. 

If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…

That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day. 

("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"  

He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts. 

"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first. 

“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned. 

"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.

Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"

Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit. 

Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute. 

Not in the way he used to. 

"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer." 

Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy. 

Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry. 

He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.

Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental. 

“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.

Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well. 

It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful. 

“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.” 

“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”

There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.  

Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information. 

“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )  

"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present.  “I bet none of you even enjoy it!” 

"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”

Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.  

Except his team had already proven they didn’t. 

Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was. 

They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.

He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted. 

Emphasis on ‘if.’ 

Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much. 

So said Carol, anyway. 

"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!" 

Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved. 

Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)

Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.

Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore. 

It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction. 

Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself. 

(Like that had ever been a good idea.)

“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!” 

Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice. 

Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it. 

The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit? 

It wasn’t Tommy’s style.

It was Hargrove’s.

(That was its own growing issue. 

The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy. 

How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to. 

That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.” 

Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.) 

“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!” 

Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards. 

“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!” 

Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control. 

All he wanted to do was go home. 

Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else. 

He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.

…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve. 

“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”

He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul. 

“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.” 

The world stopped. 

This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off. 

(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.) 

Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him. 

Just as the entire cafeteria was. 

The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson. 

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done. 

With his so called friends, with  the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything. 

He was over it. 

If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it. 

(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.) 

“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it. 

He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down. 

“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.

“Shut up.” He snapped. 

Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.  

King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up. 

“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”  

“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him. 

 “For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”

Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.

He didn’t need to. Had never needed to. 

“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”

In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball. 

“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”  

Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it  landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet. 

Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time. 

Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.

Presently? 

He just felt tired. 

“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.  

The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just  shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them. 

Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway. 

Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.

“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks. 

They were ignored. 

Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up. 

“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm.  “You’re not fucking better than any of us!” 

Steve didn’t even look back. 

"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.” 

Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight. 

xXx

He didn’t want to go home.

Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.  

Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.

All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang. 

So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year. 

Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new. 

Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…

He did not.

It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday. 

Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech. 

So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered. 

Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.

At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson. 

Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned. 

“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.” 

Steve just stared at him.

“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.” 

Or any day, for the foreseeable future. 

“Yeah no--I, I got that.  I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.” 

“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time. 

Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say. 

“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.

Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track. 

“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.” 

He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately. 

“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what. 

Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into. 

Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both. 

Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed. 

 “I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere. 

"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"

Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!” 

Then immediately; 

“Actually yes, but--”  

Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough. 

“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right." 

“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either. 

Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station. 

"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions. 

“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!” 

“Tommy did what?” 

Steve was promptly ignored. 

(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.) 

There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.) 

“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.” 

Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself. 

“So here I am. Apologizing.” 

A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.” 

“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”

“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.”  Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock. 

It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down. 

“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.” 

Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least. 

Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.  

“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh. 

“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.

“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.” 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie grinned. 

“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.” 

“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.

That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face. 

“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”  

“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.” 

“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!” 

“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening. 

Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!” 

Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face. 

He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen. 

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.” 

Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required. 

“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?” 

Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous. 

“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.” 

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?” 

He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response. 

It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.

(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things. 

One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg. 

 Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor. 

“Steve.”

Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.

The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out. 

Except--

“Not right now I’m thinking.”  Steve told him absently. 

Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing. 

Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…

“The fuck? Steve--”

Steve shushed him. 

That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up. 

“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.

Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted. 

“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.” 

“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise. 

“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.

That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.

“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his. 

For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk. 

“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that. 

“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”

Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze. 

Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat. 

He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back. 

“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…” 

One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley. 

In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing. 

“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?” 

Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly. 

“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him. 

Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. ) 

[allthesmutl0vers]

Fred Weasley x F! Reader Smut

MDNI, 18+ Requests: OPEN Reblogs and comments are always appreciated.🥰💖 Request: Smut with Fred or George, female reader please! Requested By: @justgethappy Word Count: 3,251 A/N: Sorry this took me so long, I had a family emergency. But I think it might be worth the wait. 🫡🌶️🫠 Summary: You've been crushing on your best friend, Fred Weasley, for years. One night, during a game of truth or dare in the common room, you're forced to finally admit your feelings. Unbeknownst to you, he already knows and has been waiting for you to admit it so he can ravage you in the way he's only ever dreamed about. TW: Heavy spice (P! in V!- Unprotected, but on birth control), light BDSM (choking, some bondage), Oral (M & F receiving and giving), Gagging (no vomit), Possessive!Fred, Spanking, Claiming Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, God Kink. (Let me know if I missed anything.)

"Nervous?" Fred asks as he sits down beside me. My heart flutters as his hand brushes mine as he leans back on his hands. How I've managed to focus on anything all of these years with him always at my side is nothing short of a miracle.

I shake my head with a small smile spreading across my lips. "Nope," Liar. I lie and lean closer, smelling fireworks and cedar. God, why does he have to smell so good? "You?" I ask as Lee sits down with an empty bottle in the middle of all of us.

Fred chuckles, biting his lower lip with a smirk as he looks me up and down. "Not even a little," he winks. He's such a flirt that for just a moment, I think he actually might be flirting with me. But that's crazy. Not only did he just break up with Katie Bell, he's my best friend, not to mention the biggest fucking flirt in the school.

"Everyone ready?" Lee asks, rubbing his hands together with a smirk. We all nod and agree, and he clears his throat. "Brilliant. Now, remember, you have to do your dare or answer your truth honestly. If you don't, you get a jinx, and we'll know you're lying anyway. Not to mention, you'll have to live with the jinx for a whole day," he laughs.

My stomach flips with nerves. I don't think I could live with 'liar' or 'wimp' painted across my forehead for a day. My plan of action is just to pick 'truth' the entire game. It's better to admit something embarrassing than have to do some horrific dare like stripping and running down the corridor and back like Lee had to do last time.

As the game goes on, I'm lucky enough to not have to bottle land on me. Angelina is dared to make out with George. Lee admits to having stolen from Honeydukes multiple times. Harry had to take a shot while doing a handstand. George had to eat an entire handful of puke-flavored Bertie Bott's Beans. (Lucky for Angelina, it was after their make out session.) And Fred was dared to give Harry a very sultry lap dance. I might just make it out of this game unscathed. At least, that's what I thought until the bottle landed on me.

"Y/n," Lee smirks. "Truth or dare, love?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me. He knows I'll pick truth, but he also knows about my crush on Fred. If I pick truth, he'll no doubt ask about it. But if I pick dare, he'll no doubt make me act on it.

I take a deep breath and sit up. "Truth," I tell him in a flat voice that contrasts the adrenaline and nervousness rushing through my veins, and settling deep in my stomach.

Lee smirks and looks at Fred before looking back at me. "Y/n, is it true you have a crush on one of our Weasley twins?" My stomach drops, and the only thing keeping me from completely passing out is the fact he didn't specifically name Fred.

I weigh the options for a moment, which is pointless because if I say no, the jinx will out me anyway. "Yes," I admit, barely above a whisper, as I feel my cheeks flush. Goddamn it, Lee.

"Which one?" Angelina asks from my other side, her eyes narrowing at me. Shit, maybe Lee should've asked if it was Fred. I know Angelina likes George, and as much as I love him, he's all hers if she wants.

"I answered my truth," I try to play it off as a joke. I can tell her in private later if I have to.

Angelina spins the bottle, then stops it as it lands on me again. "Truth or dare?" She damn near spits at me.

"That's not-"

"Pick," Angelina practically seethes.

"Truth," I answer hesitantly.

"Which one do you like? Fred or George?" She asks sternly. Merlin, I could strangle her with my bare hands right now. I say a silent prayer for George if this is what he's into. But from the look on his face, he might be rethinking Angelina. "We're waiting," she says impatiently when I don't answer right away.

"Fred," I admit, feeling the blooming jinx fade away. I watch relief wash over her face, and she smiles. I'm so glad you're relieved, bitch. Because I might just fucking die. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and refuse to look at Fred, who I can feel staring me down. "Let's just keep playing," I mutter, my heart not into it anymore.

When the game finally ends, I sit and watch everyone else leave before I stand and let out a huge sigh. Whatever fallout comes from admitting my feelings for Fred can wait until tomorrow. "Y/n," Fred's voice says softly behind me as I reach the stairs that lead to the girls dorms.

Guess we're dealing with it tonight.

I turn to look at my best friend as he steps closer. "Fred, I-" he cuts me off by taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine harshly. Fuck, is this really happening? I lean into it, my hands finding his waist and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

When our lips finally part, my eyes flutter open, looking up into his eyes. "It's about bloody time you admit it," he chuckles against my lips. "Merlin, woman. You know how to keep a man waiting."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean? You knew?" I ask, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

Fred chuckles, shaking his head and resting his forehead down on mine. His hands roam to my waist, gripping me tightly and making me suck in a breath. "Darling, I always knew. I was just waiting for you," he says with a smirk. "Why do you think I left Katie?" he shakes his head, lifting it and tipping my face up to his by my chin. "She isn't you," he grips me tighter, making me clench my thighs. "You take up so much damn space in my head. I couldn't cum unless I was looking at the back of her head, pretending she was you," he says huskily.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, leaving me looking like a blubbering fish. He pretended someone else was me? He left someone because they weren't me? My brain is in a fog. The only thing it's able to focus on is Fred, fucking. I've imagined it so many times as I pleasure myself under my sheets. I feel my panties dampen at the thought of Fred between them, fucking me better, harder than anyone else before.

"Show me," the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.

Fred looks at me as if I just handed him a million galleons. "Don't temp me, darling. Say you don't mean it," he says huskily, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain, but I don't move away.

I bite my lower lip, my teeth biting into the tender flesh under his darkening gaze. "I mean it," I tell him.

Fred groans, his head tipping back before his eyes meet mine again. "Come with me."

Fred grabs my hand, leading me to his dorm room. I can see it's empty, but that doesn't mean that Lee or George won't be back soon. Fred doesn't seem bothered by it, however, given the way he spins me, pinning me to his door. One of his hands pins both of my wrists above my head, the other hand gripping my waist as he presses his lips to mine.

I hum with pleasure into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to enter when he licks my bottom lip. Fred groans, his grip on my wrists tightening as he moves to kiss down my jaw, my neck, and the sweet spot right behind my ear that turns me into putty in his hands. "Freddie," I whisper.

"Mm, yes, darling?" He hums as his other hand moves to my ass, cupping it and lifting my leg to wrap around his waist.

I hold back a moan as my desire and lust for him only grows. "What- what if they come back?" I ask with a hiss as he nips my neck.

Fred chuckles in my neck, his breath sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine. His eyes meet mine, the usual funny and kind sparkle in them long forgotten as they darken. "Don't worry about them. They won't be back tonight," he says firmly.

I nod, helpless, as he lifts me by my thighs and carries me to his bed, laying me down on my back. Fred kisses me again, kneeling between my legs as his fingers work to unbutton my top with haste. Once all of the buttons are undone, he lifts me by the small of my back as I remove it the rest of the way, taking off my bra along with it.

Fred pulls back, breaking the kiss as he looks me up and down, biting his lower lip. "Merlin, have mercy, woman," he groans. He lays me back down, propping himself up on one hand as the other moves to grope my breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple between them, making me let out a whimpering moan. "You're so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

My fingers unbutton his top, tugging on it so remove it as he leans back to finish pulling it off. "Then get to it, Weasley," I tease with a smirk. I stare at his chest with need. Merlin, quidditch does a body good. His toned and muscular shoulders, his profound abs tensing at my teasing.

Fred's hands move up my thighs painfully slow to the waistband of my skirt and panties, pulling them both down and tossing them aside in one fluid motion, leaving me bare in front of him. "Watch your tone, darling," he warns as he cups my pussy, making me gasp as he slides a finger between my folds and circles my entrance, careful not to touch my clit.

"Or else you won't let me cum?" I tease, grinding myself against his hand, desperate for his fingers to reach my clit.

Fred smirks as he leans over me again, thrusting a finger inside of me and eliciting a moan to leave my throat. "No, darling," he teases back as he curls a finger inside of me, pressing right on that spongy sweet spot inside of me, making me pant with need. "Or else I'll make you cum so hard you'll cry," he says, nipping my nipple. "Begging me to take it easy as you cum over, and over again."

I feel my walls clench around his fingers as he slides another one inside of me. "Mmm, but it seems like you want that, don't you?" Fred taunts as his thumb finally lands on my clit.

I nod, moaning softly as he works his fingers with perfect precision in and out of me as his thumb rubs my clit. "Yes... God, yes," I whimper underneath him, my nails scratching down his sides and making him shiver. I undo his pants and reach into them, grasping his rock-hard cock. Fuck, he's so big. How is that supposed to fit?

Fred groans, tilting his head back as he thrusts into my hand. "Such a good girl for me," he praises. He leans down, kissing the sweet spot behind my ear again as he whispers into my ear. "I need to taste you. I might just die if I don't," he pleads.

I tilt my head, pressing my lips to his with a moan. "Yes, Freddie. I need it," I whimper against his lips.

"Mm, then get on my face, darling. Take your seat on your throne," he says with a groan as he pulls back, taking his devious fingers with him. He takes off his pants and boxers, kicking them off to the side as he lays on his back.

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. "What if you can't breathe?" I ask nervously as he pulls me onto his face to ride it reverse-cowgirl.

Fred slaps my ass, making me gasp as he grips my hips. "I swear to God, darling. If you don't sit on my fucking face, then I will die. Now sit on your goddamn throne and let me eat my pussy," he demands.

He doesn't leave me with any option as he pushes my thighs apart, forcing me to sit on his face. "F-Fuck!" I moan loudly as his tongue dives inside my entrance, thrusting in and out as he devours me whole. My eyes find his long, thick cock as the tip drips with pre-cum, making my mouth water. I lean forward, pushing my pussy into his face and making him groan.

I take his cock in my hand, pumping it a few times before I lick slow circles around his tip with my tongue. Fred moans, gripping my hips tighter as his tongue lands on my clit. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking as I take him deeper in my throat, my hand pumping his cock where my mouth can't reach.

Fred smacks my ass again, drawing another moan from me around his cock. "Fuck, yes," he moans against my clit, adding the perfect amount of vibration. His hips thrust up, forcing me to take more of him down my throat. Tears prick my eyes as I gag around his cock when it hits the back of my throat. "That's it, darling. Gag for me like a good little slut," he growls.

I feel myself get wetter from the mix of his filthy words and his praise. My legs begin to shake on either side of his head as my orgasm begins to crest. "F-Freddie, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, darling. Give it all to me," Fred demands from beneath my thighs as he begins to suck on my clit. My hands grip the sheets, digging in as the tether inside of me snaps, and I let out a loud moan, a string of curses, and his name as Fred rides me through my orgasm with his devilish tongue.

When my orgasm finally fades, I'm a shaking, whimpering mess as he lifts me, switching up our positions and laying me on my back again. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me," he praises softly, kissing me and allowing me to taste myself on his lips. "Do it again," he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

I moan and whimper as he pushes his long and thick cock inside of me. I've never taken anyone of his size before, and it hurts at first. "Relax, darling," Fred says softly, holding still as I adjust to his size. "That's my girl," he says sweetly, kissing my neck. "Are you ready?" he asks, his expression caring.

"It's not all the way in?!" I ask in shock as my body begins to relax around him.

Fred chuckles and shakes his head. "Only half-way," he smirks, nipping my bottom lip between his teeth. "Though I appreciate the sentiment," he teases.

I let out a shaky breath and smirk. "You're insufferable," I tease.

Fred hums as he pushes himself inside of me further, settling into the hilt. "Just for you," he says lovingly. He leans back, looking down at where his cock starts to thrust in and out of me, gripping my thighs. "You take me so well. Fucking made for me," he groans.

I grip the pillow above my head. "God, Freddie, it's yours," I moan softly as the pain disappears and melts into Earth-shattering pleasure.

A low growl escapes Fred's throat as his speed picks up. "Damn right, it's mine," he moans. "All," he thrusts. "Fucking," another hard thrust. "Mine," he emphasizes with a hard thrust, making me mewl and writhe under him.

"Fred, God, yes!" I cry out as he leans down, his thrusts unrelenting. His hand wraps around my throat, not cutting off my air, but cutting off the blood flow to my head.

"Don't cry out for God, he's not the one fucking you," Fred moans darkly. "I'm your God now. Cry out for me," Fred demands.

I whimper, my hands draping around his neck. "Freddie," I moan as his thrusts quicken. "Freddie, yes. You're- You're my God," I whimper.

"And you're my parishioner," he answers. "My devout little lamb," he praises as he releases my throat, allowing the blood to flow back to my brain as he sits back on his ankles. His thumb rubs my clit fast as his thrusts get harder, pounding into me with unrelenting force.

My legs begin to shake again as my orgasm threatens to crash into me like a bludger. My moans become frantic as I pull my legs up to my chest, keeping them spread wide to allow Fred's cock to reach impossibly deeper. "Freddie, I need to cum," I whimper and plead.

"Then cum, little lamb. Give me everything you have, and I will fill you up," Fred moans as his cock twitches inside of me, and his thrusts begin to stagger.

My back arches as my nails tear at the fabric of the pillow above my head. My orgasm crashes into me, setting off stars in my vision as my release washes over me. "Fred!" I cry out in a strangled cry.

Fred moans my name loudly as he thrusts into me one final time, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He rides us both through our highs before he finally withdraws his cock. He leans over me, brushing my hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear. "You did so well, little lamb," he praises softly, kissing the edges of my mouth.

I hum with pleasure as a smile dances across my lips. "Just for you, Freddie," I respond softly, kissing his lips.

Fred cleans us both up, tending to me with care as he wipes me down, puts on my panties, and dresses me in one of his shirts before laying back down next to me and pulling me to his chest. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you," he says softly as I cuddle into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

I look up at him and smile. "Was it worth the wait?"

Fred smiles and kisses my forehead. "For you? I would wait a thousand years to make you mine."

I giggle softly and kiss him back. "So I take it we're officially together?" I tease playfully.

Fred laughs softly and nods, running his fingers through my hair. "Unless you have other plans," he teases back. "Though I doubt anyone can make you feel the way I just did," he taunts with a wink.

I roll my eyes and snort a laugh. "Someone thinks highly of himself," I quip with a smirk.

"Says the one who called me 'God,'" he quips back.

I smile and snuggle closer, draping a leg over his thighs and pulling myself closer. "Fair enough. But, Freddie?"

"Hmm?" He hums tiredly.

"If you flirt with another girl again, I'll end you both," I warn him.

Fred laughs and shakes his head. "Yes, ma'am."

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Jeong Yunho ✧ A Heartbeat Away

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst Synopsis: You and Yunho face a temporary long-distance relationship as he tours overseas. Each phone call becomes a lifeline, and as you pick up his daily phone call, you realize you need him more than you thought. Wordcount: 3.1K+ Warnings: Reader Has F. Anatomy; Phone Sex; Voice Kink; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Use of "Baby," "Pretty Girl" and "Good Girl;" Note: Okay so I woke up this morning and was inspired by this golden retriever of a man. I'll try to answer all the asks and get to requests soon as well! Please give this love and I hope you all enjoy it!

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Despite expecting the call, the sound of your phone ringing still made you jump. His name on your screen gave you equal pleasure and anxiety, knowing that any of these calls could be the one where he told you that he couldn't do this anymore. That the ocean which separated you while he was on tour was too wide, too deep, too impossible to cross. That the stolen phone calls and midnight texts were no longer enough for him, no matter how much they sustained you.

Pushing your doubts down inside, you swiped your finger across the screen, taking a deep breath as if it could somehow prepare you for whatever he had to say.

"Good morning, cutie!" His voice was bright and you pictured his face bathed in the sunshine, the golden light cascading over his tousled hair, making him look like something out of a dream. You wished you could reach through the phone and touch his cheek, feel the warmth of his smile.

"Good morning! How are you, babe?" Walking from your kitchen to your living room and dropping onto the couch, you looked at the clock on the wall - 8:00 AM where he was. The tea you had been nursing sat on the table, a reminder of the quiet routine you had developed in his absence.

"Better now," he replied, his simple words giving you a euphoric sense that completed and terrified you at the same time, dreading the day that they no longer came. You could hear the faint sounds of chatter and doors closing in the background, perhaps his bandmates grabbing breakfast before another long day of travel and performances.

"I miss you," you said with a small smile, hugging a pillow to your chest as if it were a stand-in for him.

"I miss you too," he replied, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Where are you?"

"I’m at home, just wishing you were here with me," you confessed, looking around the room that felt so much emptier without him. Your eyes landed on the framed photo of both of you from the day before he left, your faces pressed together, countless memories flooding back. "I was just thinking about the day we took that hike up the canyon, remember? And we ended up getting lost for hours, but it was so much fun."

He laughed softly, the sound like a balm for your aching heart. "How could I forget? You kept making me take turns so you could pick wildflowers. I still have the one you tucked behind my ear."

You could almost feel his arms around you as you remembered. "Yeah, I can't wait to go on more adventures with you when you get back."

"Me too," he said, the longing in his voice matching yours. "Just a few more weeks, and we'll be back to our late-night movie marathons and Sunday brunches."

"I'll make sure to save you a seat at our favorite café," you said, trying to keep the conversation light, though your heart ached for him.

"Always," he promised. "Until then, let’s make the most of these moments, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, closing your eyes and holding on to his voice, the connection bridging the distance between you, even if just for a little while.

"How'd your day go?" he asked. He'd almost always ask about your day before talking about his and genuinely made sure to let you know how interested he was everytime he'd hear it.

"It went okay," you paused, unable to hide a hint of sadness in your voice, "but I wish I was there with you."

"I wish you were too," he replied, trying to hide the emotion her statement brought up in him. While he loved touring with the other members, he couldn't help but miss you the longer the tour went on. And he would take a lifetime of these stolen moments over not having her at all, "what time is it there?"

"It's 6PM here," you replied, realizing that his voice wasn't as hushed or hurried as it often was. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the dorm now," he replied, his voice still sounding bright. "The others just went out on an early morning coffee run, but I wanted to stay here and talk to you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Yunho," you didn't know whether it was the tiredness hitting you or just pure delusion from him being on your mind all day, but before you could even think about it, you continued, "You know, maybe we can find other ways to stay...connected."

"I've been thinking about that too," Yunho said softly, after what felt like an eternity. His voice had dropped to a low, intimate whisper that felt like a caress even through the phone.

You continued, "It's been so hard being apart, but I think we can find ways to make the distance feel smaller."

Yunho caught on this time, his breath hitching audibly, "Connected, like now? Over the phone?" The sound of Yunho's voice, rough with desire, permeated the stillness of your apartment, making your pulse quicken.

You shifted slightly, the fabric of your clothes suddenly feeling too restrictive. "I miss your touch so much," you whispered, the words catching in your throat. "Every single night, I think about you."

His breath hitched again, the intimacy of his presence filling every corner of your mind. "I think about you too, baby. Sometimes during my shows, I'll close my eyes and picture you in the front row, just waiting for me to come down and kiss you senseless."

"God, Yunho," you murmured, feeling your cheeks flush even more deeply. "When you're up there performing, I imagine your hands on me, your lips against mine. It's like the whole world fades away and it's just us."

"That's exactly what I want," Yunho said, his voice taking on a sense of urgency. "When I'm back, I want to make every fantasy we have a reality. No more distance, no more longing, just you and me making up for all this lost time."

You could almost feel his hands on you, the way they would wander with a tantalizing slowness, mapping out your body as if he'd never felt anything more precious. "What would you do if you were here right now, Yunho?" you asked, your voice thick with anticipation.

"I'd push you up against the wall, kiss you until you can't think straight. Then I'd carry you to the bed—no, to the couch," he said, his words coming quicker, more heated. "I'd strip you down piece by piece, worship every inch of you. You deserve to be loved like that, pretty girl. Completely, without any reservation."

Your breaths came quick and shallow, your fingers ghosting over your skin in place of his. "It drives me insane knowing you're so far away but feeling so close," you confessed, the longing in your voice unmistakable.

"Close your eyes and listen to my voice," Yunho instructed, his tone laced with lust. "Imagine my mouth on you, my hands exploring every curve and hollow of your body. How I'd kiss you, lick you, make you beg for more."

You bit your lip, eyes fluttering closed as you obeyed. "I can feel it, Yunho. I can feel you here with me," you whispered.

His voice deepened, sending shivers down your spine. "Fuck, pretty girl. I'd start by kissing that spot on your neck that drives you wild. You know the one."

Your hand drifted to your neck, your fingers tracing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The memory of his lips there, how they softly grazed and nipped, flashed vividly in your mind. "The one that makes me melt in your arms? Mmm, then what?" you breathed, your voice becoming huskier as the warmth of desire unfurled within you.

"I'd slide my hand under your shirt, cup that perfect breast of yours," Yunho continued, his voice dropping even lower, taking on a commanding edge. "You're not wearing a bra, are you, pretty girl?"

"Nope," you breathed, mimicking his actions and slipping your hand under your shirt. You could almost feel the ghost of his touch, the way he expertly sent jolts of pleasure through you with just his fingertips. "God, I wish it was your hand instead of mine touching me right now. Your touch is magic, you know?"

"I'm glad it is, baby" he spoke, confidence oozing from his words. "I'm hard just thinking about you. About your gorgeous tits, your soft skin." His words painted a picture in your mind, bold strokes of him leaning in, his eyes darkened with desire, the way his pupils dilate when he’s turned on.

Your other hand slipped between your legs, heat pooling in your core. The ache for him grew stronger, almost unbearable. "Oh yeah? Prove it, big boy. Send me a pic." Your challenge was playful, flirtatious, but the underlying urgency was unmistakable.

"You're in for it now," he teased, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric shifting. Within moments, a photo popped up on your screen. Your breath caught in your throat as you opened it, eyes widening at the sight of him, undeniable evidence of his arousal.

"Fuck, Yunho baby, I want you so bad. I wish I could feel that hardness pressing against me," you whispered, your fingers moving deftly, as if trying to simulate the touch you desperately craved. "Tell me what you'd do next, Yunho. Make me feel like you're here with me."

There was a pause, a tantalizing moment of silence that crackled with anticipation before he spoke again, his voice a low, seductive rumble, "I'd pull those cute little panties aside and slide my fingers inside you, just to feel how wet you are for me. Is that what you want, baby?"

You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as you imagined his hands on you, his breath hot against your skin. "God, yes. I need you. I need you so bad," you pleaded, every cell in your body tingling with the electric promise of his touch.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty girl," he commented, his voice rough with desire. "Pretend it's my fingers."

You complied, gasping as you slid your fingers through your slick folds. As you moved, you could almost feel his presence, could almost hear his heavy breaths and see that intense gaze that always made you feel like you were the only person in the room. "It feels so good. But not as good as your tongue."

"You love when I eat you out, don't you?" His voice was thick with lust. "The way I tease you with the tip of my tongue before diving deep and tasting every bit of you?"

"Yes," you moaned, arching your back. The memory of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could almost feel the ghost of his lips brushing against your inner thighs. "The way you use your tongue, fuck Yunnie, it's magic."

"Tell me more," he urged, his breathing heavy. "What else do you love about when we're together?"

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the memory. "I love how you look at me like I'm the only woman in the world. I love the way your hands feel on my skin, rough but gentle."

"God, pretty girl," he groaned, "You're killing me here. I wish I could touch you right now."

"Soon," you promised, your voice cracking with a mixture of longing and love. "Only a few more weeks before you can come back and do whatever you want to me." The loneliness of the empty apartment seeped into the room, accentuating the distance that separated you both, but you held onto the anticipation of his return like a lifeline.

"Yeah?" His voice was hopeful, a spark of eagerness lighting up his words. "What did you have in mind?"

You grinned, despite the ache in your chest. "Well, for starters, I think I need to christen your Anewz office. Bend me over that fancy new desk of yours." You could almost hear his delighted chuckle, imagining the way his eyes would darken with desire at your suggestion.

His laugh was warm and rich, a sound that felt like home. "Fuck, pretty girl. You're insatiable."

"Only for you," you purred. "Now where were we? Oh yeah, you were about to fuck me senseless." As you moved your fingers in deeper, you could almost feel the phantom touch of his hands guiding you, the memory of your shared nights filling the silence, making you feel like he was right there with you.

"Right," Yunho's voice dropped an octave, dripping with raw need. "I'm stroking, thinking about burying my cock deep inside you. Feeling how tight and wet you are around me as I fill you up." The image of his strong, lean body pressing against yours replayed in your mind, each word tangling you further in the web of your shared longing.

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as your fingers circled your clit with increasing pressure. "Tell me exactly what you'd do to me if you were here." Your body ached in anticipation, skin tingling as if his breath was fanning over it.

His voice was rough with desire, the connection crackling despite the distance. "I'd start by kissing down your body, tasting every inch of your skin," he whispered, his every word painting vivid images in your mind. "Then I'd spread your legs wide and bury my face between them."

You moaned, your back arching off the bed as your free hand clutched at the sheets. You swore you could almost feel his tongue teasing you. "God, yes. And then what?"

"I'd lick you slowly at first, teasing you," Yunho continued, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear. "Then I'd slide two fingers inside you, curling them just the way you like." His voice was like a dark, sensual caress, surrounding you completely.

You mimicked his words, sliding two fingers into your wet heat, your entire body quivering with pleasure. "Fuck, baby. It feels so good," you breathed, your words coming out in broken, uneven gasps.

"I bet you're so wet for me right now," he groaned, his voice thick with longing. "Aren't you?" The intensity of his need mirrored your own, amplifying the connection between you.

"Yes," you panted, lost in the sensation, your breath coming out in shallow bursts. "So wet. Wishing it was your cock inside me instead of my fingers." You could almost hear the rustle of his clothing, the physical manifestation of his own desperate need to be with you, making you moan louder, caught up in the wave of shared desire.

"Soon, baby," he promised, his voice laced with an eagerness that sent shivers down your spine. "I'd fuck you so hard. Pinning your hands above your head, pounding into you until you scream my name." You could almost visualize his smirk, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes that always made your knees weak.

Your movements grew more urgent, hips bucking against your hand. "Yunnie, baby, I'm so- so close." You could hear the distant hum of traffic outside, but it seemed a world away as you focused solely on his voice and the heat pooling in your core.

"That's it, pretty girl," he encouraged. "Imagine it's me there with you. My hands on your breasts, my mouth on your neck, my cock deep inside you." The electric thrill of his words heightened your arousal, and you could almost feel the ghost of his lips trailing fiery kisses down your skin.

You whimpered, heat building in your core. Your fingers moved frantically, chasing your release. "Yunnie baby, I'm almost there. Please talk me through it." You tilted your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body.

"You're so beautiful when you're about to finish for me," his voice was strained, clearly close to unraveling himself. "I love watching your face, feeling your body tense around me as I fill you up. Let go for me, baby. Let me hear you." His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, grounding you even as your body began to soar.

You teetered on the edge, your body wound tight like a spring ready to snap. "Promise?" you gasped, your climax just out of reach. "Promise you'll be mine, no matter the distance?" Your heart clenched with the vulnerability of your plea, and you bit your lip, waiting for his reply.

"I swear," he groaned, his breathing labored and heavy. "You're mine and I'm yours. Forever. Now cum for me. Cum with me, pretty girl." There was something almost sacred in his vow, the certainty in his words sending your pulse racing.

You moaned loudly, your back arching off the couch. "Yes, yes, baby, please." Your body tensed, every nerve ending ablaze.

"That's it, be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I need to hear you. I need to feel you."

"Oh god," you whimpered, muscles tensing as you stood on the precipice of release. "Yunnie, I'm gonna-"

Your cries mingled through the phone as you reached your peak, an ecstasy that felt both infinite and fleeting. Waves of pleasure crashed over you as you called out Yunho's name, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You could hear his deep, guttural moans, punctuated by gasps and curses as he found his release.

"Fuck, baby," he panted, riding out the aftershocks with you, the intimacy of the moment transcending the miles between you. "I can feel you clenching around me." His voice was raspy with satisfaction.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, your fingers still moving slowly, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. "Yunho," you breathed, "That was incredible."

You stayed connected, listening to each other's ragged breathing as it slowly came down from your shared high. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, even through the distance separating you both.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice warm and satisfied.

You smiled, your body tingling with residual pleasure. "I love you too," you whispered back, feeling closer to him than ever despite the miles between you.

After catching his breath, he spoke softly, his voice tender. "We'll make this work, baby, I promise. I love you too much to let you go."

Your body tingled with anticipation, the promise of his return hanging like a sweet allure. "I can't wait, baby," you replied, your voice soft yet resolute. "Hurry back to me."

"I will, pretty girl. And when I do, I won't ever want to let you go." His voice was a vow, wrapping around your heart and tethering you to him even more tightly.

The call ended with a final flurry of tender "I love yous," and as you lay back, a small smile graced your lips. The distance was brutal, but moments like this turned the ache into something bearable, something meaningful.

And with the promise of Yunho's touch just a heartbeat away, you knew that you could hold on a little longer.

[harlowhockeystick]

“did you really forget, or are you just saying that?” It’s kinda giving annoying!Matthew in my mind…or just regular Matthew 😭 you can do angst or fluff!!! 💖🎀

february prompts | matthew tkachuk x reader | sad reader

you sat on your couch anxiously, ready to go on your valentines date with matthew. you were going to have an early valentines date, he had a road game scheduled on the actual day.

he was running a couple minutes late, which wasn't that unusual. scrolling through socials, texting friends back, more time went by. two minutes turned into eight, and eight minutes turned into twelve. there was no text from matthew, you began to worry a little bit.

you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe his phone died, or he got stuck in traffic, or maybe he just forgot his phone. that's happened before. waiting the minimum of twenty minutes before called you started to feel anxious, why was he not here?

giving him a call, he picked up on the fourth ring. "hey, what's up?" he answered.

"um," you started. you didn't get the dates mixed up did you? he sounded like he was just lounging around his home, not driving in his car on his way to your place. "are you on your way?" you asked, nervously playing with a beaded bracelet you wore on your wrist.

"what do you mean?" you sighed and felt your stomach drop as you began to toe your shoes off.

"well, remember how we made plans to have valentines today, since you'd be out of town on the fourteenth?" you reminded, your tone of voice more quiet. he was silent on the other end of the line. you can imagine that he's got his face in his hands, embarrassed that he forgot.

"i forgot," he admitted.

"did you really forget or are you just saying that?" you asked, giving him a chance to make it up. but when he doesn't respond, that's the only answer you need. he doesn't know what to say, how is he gonna make this one up to you?

he's silent for a little too long, "i'll uh, talk to you later matthew." he tries to cut you off but you hang up the phone. tossing it to the other end of your couch, you bite your lip. you won't let yourself get too deep into such a sad hole, yes you're disappointed but you're not going to let it ruin the rest of your day.

an hour goes by, you've changed clothes and washed your face. sitting in bed, a glass of wine in hand and a bowl of popcorn resting next to you on the comforter you hear familiar footsteps walk inside your apartment.

his footsteps are heavy as he makes his way to your bedroom, softly knocking on the door. you pause your show and give him the green light to enter. he looks like a kicked puppy, his head is ducked low and not held high like usual. his shoulders are drooped and his hands are stuffed into his jogger pockets.

"what," you state, not ask. he stands at the foot of your bed, too nervous to speak first.

"i don't have an excuse, y/n, i just completely forgot." he wipes his hands over his face, trying to mask his embarrassment somehow. you move the bowl of popcorn and allow him to sit next to you on the bed. hesitantly he sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap.

"i was really looking forward to tonight, matty." you whisper, scooting closer to him and taking one of his hands in yours. "make it up to me and i'll forgive you."

he shifts and kisses your forehead softly, taking his other hand to cup your cheek. "i promise i'll make it up to you, tomorrow, after practice. i will be here and we'll have the best date."

[luv-gukkie]

cherry | 𖦊 : three

pairing: yandere! jimin x f. reader, yandere! jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.4k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don't be silly), creampie, squirting, manipulation sex, mention of namjoon, mention of taehyung, public sex? (in a amusement park), soft sex, rough sex, size difference, jimin cares for reader (a lot :]), strawberries with whip cream is kinda sexualized…(sorry fresas), jungkook’s possessive> and wants to do EVERYTHING for the reader

notes: i don’t know why, but this jungkook, has me feeling some type of way. im imagining his black t-shirt that display his tattoos and pretty, long hair. i CANT get it out of my head :,). i love jimin’s part with the churros. he’s too cute. who else likes churros?

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7

༻❤︎︎ ★ ★ ❤︎︎༺

"i'm going out with my friends to go to a carnival," your pointer finger traced his arm filled with beautiful tattoos. ignoring his intense stare. "i heard there's gonna be fireworks!" you squeal, hoping that you've gotten out of jungkook's grasp. but he doesn't let go, "if you wanted to see fireworks so bad, pretty baby, you should've just told me. i'd buy them for you to see, wanna do that?" your hand drops onto the white shirt you borrowed from namjoon last night. you can still smell the thick cologne, some of it rubbing against you. too bad he left so early in the morning with a small wink in your direction. "but i really want to go with my friends." your eyes have the temptation to roll, but you'd be in bigger trouble if you did.

his clinginess reminds you of taehyung, who, with no doubt, has filled your phone with messages so early in the morning. "we can buy you something nice beforehand?" jungkook hopes you like that enough to stay with him. his thumb starts to rub your cheek, noticing you eyeing the velvet fruits. "and buy some strawberries with whatever toppings you want. how does that sound?" you can feel yourself boiling in the inside at the fact he doesn't give up. you beg yourself not to yell because you know he won't take you seriously, or he'll make you regret it. "tomorrow?" you ask, your legs spreading apart just a bit for him to direct his sight to your panties. shirt sliding up your thighs. "pretty please, kookie." jungkook has a light blush on his cheeks, the sweatpants he's wearing not doing anything to hide his growing hard-on. his eyes look up at you, asking permission, in which you nod. both your eyes hooded with lust. his fingers pinch one of the strawberries, messing the whip cream around your mouth before thrusting it to the back of your throat. his fingers reaching far deep into your mouth causing saliva to drip down the sides of your lips. jungkook's doe eyes shining at the wet spot as he releases himself from his slacks. moving your panties to the side, he moves his dick across the slit of your damp cunt. jungkook pushed his cock through your tight hole, groaning at how your walls rejected his entrance. your legs quivered as the feeling, head digging into his neck. tears at the edge of your eyes from the painful intrusion; he's always been too big to handle. his tattooed hands bringing your face closer to his by pulling your hair. he breathed on your lips as he muttered, "we'll go tomorrow." before pecking your lips and pulling out only to slam back in with full force.

~

"ugh." you stared at yourself in the mirror, watching the limp you had when you walked. maybe you shouldn't had convinced jungkook using that way. but at least it worked. luckily, your friends were still going to the carnival so you invited jimin, a 'friend'. you'd meet up with everyone there, including jimin. he had wanted to take you in his car, have a small dinner before going but you told him it would be more fun to see each other at the carnival. he didn't like the idea, but accepted when you told him you would give him a special surprise.

when you arrived at the carnival, jimin was standing by himself. hand in his phone, and two corn dogs in the other. you hugged him by behind, smile on your face as jimin giggled. "you look so pretty!" jimin pecked you all over your face, hands smothering in your hair. he grinned in the inside at the necklace you were wearing: a small gold dove that he gave you. "my friends will be here soon, let's finish these corn dogs jiminie." hands together, a corn dog in the other with huge smiles on your faces as you planned what rides you'll both go on.

you all went on every ride in the carnival. olivia was basically green from the roller coasters she went on. nolan had his eyes shut close every time you guys were at the top or edge. all jimin did was tighten his hold on your hand, pearls out for show. his eyes looking at you from the side, enjoying the view he got. your hair flying all over the place, happy yells escaping your mouth. jimin couldn't believe he got a chance to be with you. but he saw the way nolan eyed you too. his cheeks flushed when you spared him the tiniest bit of affection towards him. it had jimin rolling his eyes in annoyance, the urge to color his face a shade of purple and blues.

the crowd was larger than when you guys arrived, people pushing and shoving. you yelped when you accidentally tripped on someone's foot. jimin was quick to save you from the embarrassment of falling in a public place and having bloody knees. "be careful sweet cheeks." he playfully said, not letting go though. still worried you might fall and get hurt. "thank you," your hands covering your face, hoping to cool down your burning face. when you looked around, none of your friends were in sight. a pout on your lips, "we lost them, didn't we?" jimin nodded his head, an idea popping in his head. taking you by the arm, he dragged you to a churro stand on the other side of the walkway. it was practically empty, a few people here and there.

your eyes distracted by all the options of churros, you failed to notice how jimin stared you down. a heat surging through his body at the skirt you wore. it wrapped around your body too perfectly, giving the perfect amount of skin to have him want more. soon enough, both of you were munching on strawberry filled churros and chocolate covered churros. you sneaked into a higher ground with jimin trailing behind you, "i never knew you did things like this," he muttered with a smirk on his face. "it's too get a good look at the fireworks, you know they start soon?" he laughed at your sassy tone, pulling you into his lap and kissing the sugar away from your pink lips. jimin stuck his tongue down your throat, fingers softly pulling your hair to your back. soothing his hands down your back until they reached your ass, where he snuck them into. you whined in the kiss, his mouth sucking your bottom lip. jimin slipped you out of your panties, leaving open kisses down your neck and collarbone. you tugged his pants and boxers off, his tip glistening with his pre-cum. jimin grabs you hips gently, slowly sliding you onto him and waiting for a while before starting a fast pace. he dug his face onto your covered breasts, soft groans escaping his lips each time he felt your wet walls clenching around him.

your walls began to spasm around him, reaching closer to your high. you whined into his ear, head hiding in his neck as he pushed upwards into you. a breathy moan emerging from his throat at his release, cumming inside you. a grin on his face when he eyes the sticky mess falling on your inner thighs and down his cock. jimin hugs you tightly as he makes you lay down next to me, dick still inside of you. "i love y—" jimin's voice gets interrupted by the loud, colorful explosions in the night sky. you giggle, "jiminie, look at the fireworks!"

but he can't look at the fireworks, not when he sees a purple bruise on your lower collarbone, purposely hidden by your clothes. one he didn't leave.

[kenzirr]

Y/N paced the living room, her mind racing with thoughts of loneliness and frustration. Spencer had been working late for weeks, barely having time for her.

She felt like an afterthought, a distant priority in his life. When he finally walked through the door, looking exhausted but determined, Y/N couldn't hold back anymore.

"Spencer, we need to talk," she began, her voice shaking with pent-up emotion.

Spencer sighed, dropping his bag by the door. "Y/N, can it wait? I'm really tired."

"No, it can't wait!" she snapped. "I'm tired too, tired of feeling like I don't matter to you. You're always at work, and when you're home, it's like you're not even here."

Spencer's eyes flashed with surprise and hurt. "That's not fair, Y/N. You know how demanding my job is."

"I know, but I need you too!" Y/N's voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes. "Do you even love me anymore?"

His response was immediate and fierce. "Of course, I love you! How can you even doubt that?"

The tension between them was electric, a storm ready to break.

Before Y/N could say another word, Spencer closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, possessive kiss.

Y/N responded with equal fervor, her hands gripping his shirt as she pressed herself against him. The kiss was rough, raw, and full of the emotions they had both been holding back.

Spencer's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, his touch igniting a fire within her. She gasped as he lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom with a determined stride.

The argument, the frustration, the longing-all of it fueled their passion.

Spencer's hands were rough but sure as he stripped her clothes away, his own following suit. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire.

Spencer wasted no time, positioning himself between her legs, his eyes dark with need. He thrust into her with a powerful stroke, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Y/N. Every movement was rough, urgent, and filled with the intensity of their pent-up emotions.

Y/N's nails dug into his back as he drove into her, her body arching to meet his every thrust. "Don't ever doubt my love for you," Spencer growled, his voice low and strained with emotion.

Y/N's response was a moan, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pounded into her. Their pace was relentless, a reflection of the intensity of their feelings. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building rapidly toward release.

Just as Y/N felt herself nearing the edge, Spencer's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation, her body trembling as she came. But Spencer didn't stop; he continued driving into her, prolonging her orgasm and pushing her into the realm of overstimulation.

"Spencer, I can't... it's too much," she gasped, her body writhing beneath him.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "You can take it, Y/N. I need to show you how much you mean to me."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and despite the overwhelming sensations, Y/N found herself surrendering to the intensity.

Spencer's relentless thrusts sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her cries filling the room as she clung to him.

Spencer's own release came

moments later, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his warmth. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless and trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

Breathing heavily, they lay entwined, their bodies spent but their hearts full. Spencer gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I never meant to make you feel unloved."

Y/N sighed, resting her head against his chest. "I know. I'm sorry too. I just miss you so much."

Spencer held her close, his touch tender now. "I'll do better. We'll make more time for us. I love you, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of his words wash over her. "I love you too, Spencer. Always."

goodnight everyone

[minvtozaki]

I got you and I wouldn't want it any other way No drop of doubt, I know deep down that We'll make it through Just like we always do

[serensational]

hello i would die for a sneak peak of your cowboy au 🫡🫡

ask and you shall receive 😘

-

take a shot lemon drop (then we'll rock all night)

“Next up, rider number 17, Eddie Diaz on Sirocco!” She called into the microphone with fake enthusiasm, but Buck’s was all sincere. He finally perked up, clapping a little more heartily along with everyone else. He craned his neck to see what was happening, and he finally caught a glimpse of Eddie– well, his horse, anyway. She was a gorgeous American Quarter Horse, a bigger one too, coming in at around sixteen hands. She had a silky, dark and dusty brown coat, lighter dusky dapples covering her. Her muscles flexed in the dingy lighting, accented with her perfectly fitted tack. The only thing better than the horse, in Buck’s opinion, was the rider. 

Eddie sat atop his horse with the confidence of someone who had already won. And knowing Eddie, Buck didn’t doubt that was what was going through his mind at the moment. He was clad in dark-wash jeans, and Buck could appreciate how they hugged Eddie’s ass and thighs. As for a top, he was wearing a deep maroon button-up, folded up to his elbows. His biceps tested the seams of it, and Buck had to swallow thickly. He was freshly shaven and atop his head sat a black leather cowboy hat. Eddie walked Sirocco around in a circle before lining her up with the entrance to the arena, and there seemed to be a unanimous lull of anticipation in the crowd’s cheers. 

Buck watched with reciprocated anticipation, waiting for the horn to blare signaling the start of the run. A few silent beats went by, then said horn blared, and Sirocco was off. Cheers erupted from all around as Eddie guided the horse effortlessly around the first barrel, making a sharp turn and beelining for the second. Buck felt like his eyes couldn’t keep up with how fast Eddie was going. It was like he was entranced. Everyone before Eddie seemed a bore, but now he could barely take his eyes off the other. He looked completely in his element, back muscles flexing against his shirt as he rounded the last barrel. Buck’s mouth fell half-open, and then he was balling his hands up as he spared a glance at the big analog timer on the wall. 

“Come on, come on,” Buck murmured to himself, watching as Eddie booked it towards the exit. He watched as Eddie kicked Sirocco’s sides, and somehow the horse got faster, and then it was over. Eddie was across the threshold, calming Sirocco down. There was a beat of silence, and then the crowd roared louder than he’d heard the whole day. Buck launched up along with the rest of them, clapping ferociously and cupping his hands around his mouth to whoop and holler. Eddie had claimed the title of fastest runner by two seconds. 

Buck suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of pride and admiration, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Eddie slowly walked Sirocco around and waved towards the crowd at his claim of the new record, eyes scanning all the people. Buck watched as he turned the horse in his direction and walked towards his side of the stands, eyes still flitting over the crowd. Their eyes locked then, and Eddie’s smile grew exponentially, into that infamous, toothy grin that Buck begrudgingly adored. Eddie reached up and took his hat off, clutching it against his chest, hair mussed and sweaty. His sun-marked skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat, and Buck selfishly ogled him for a minute.  Some girl in front of him distantly squealed, probably thinking Eddie was looking at her, but Buck knew he wasn’t. Blood rushed behind Buck’s ears and it overtook the shrill and boisterous cheers of the crowd, and he felt his cheeks heat up. It felt like it was only him and Eddie right now, everyone else some distant apparitions that were miles away. Just them two. But then Eddie winked and blew a kiss at him, and the thundering of Buck’s heart (metaphorically) stopped. 

Oh. 

Oh.

 He was so very, royally fucked.

-

this is just a snippet, but this has been soooo fun to write so far oml, hope you enjoy!!!

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown Centennial Celebration

Book 3: Dance of the Hours

Chapter 7: A Little Bit of Trust

"Aye! Slow down!"

Vern stumbles slightly, barely grabbing a nearby tree to catch himself. The weight of stones in his stomach pushes him forward. Even his chest feels constricted. It's as if a snake has coiled around his lungs.

Blinking rapidly, he tries to focus his vision. He gasps as he abruptly slips. A sting shoots up from his hip as he lands a bit hard. Hissing as he sees the culprit of his fall: a rock.

"Careful! Shit.. Are you alright?"

He tiredly lifts his gaze, "yeah... I'll umm.. be fine..."

"Let's go back. You're not exactly physically stable," he frowns.

Dusting himself off, Vern forces himself to stand, leaning against a tree for support. "It's um... just over there."

".. eh? Fine then," he sighs, "you still shouldn't.. fuck it."

Vern let's out a soft gasp as he's lifted. He grips at Steel's shirt. Opening his mouth for a moment, he hesitates and shuts it. With a resigned sigh, he points towards a sunny spot through the trees.

"I should take you back," he rolls his eyes playfully, "but I get it~"

A small smile lights Vern's features, "thank you..."

"Yeah, yeah.. won't your mom be worried to see you like this?"

"At one time, maybe but umm... we'll be fine," sadness flickers in his eyes. His voice drops to an incoherent mumble.

"Eh? What was.. nevermind," Steel squints a little as they step into the clearing.

"You can put me down..."

"Hm? You sure?"

Vern lets out a small huff and squirms, "if I fall, you can shove me in a jar and make me rest."

"Deal," Steel grins, "but uh- quick question: where's your mom?"

Chapter 8: Tears of Spring

The ground underfoot is a bit soft. Grass should be struggling at this time of year. The trees surrounding them are unusually dense and tall. He absently grabs Steel to pull him along. Vern takes them to what's left of an old, stone tree. Kneeling, he presses his forehead to it.

"Hey mom... I have someone with me today," he smiles, "he... well... I think you'd like him a lot..."

Vern pauses to look at Steel for a moment. Giving him a gentle tug to join, a warm giggle fills the space. "Yeah... he's ivy on my heart."

He doesn't miss the way his friend's eyes widen. The sprite looks back to the tree, "I... I'm still sorry... I.. I know it wasn't..."

He pauses as his voice starts to waver. Taking a deep breath, tries to relax.

"... what happened? You don't have to say if you don't want to."

Vern lifts a shaky hand to wipe a tear away. Shifting to lean against his shoulder, he carefully tucks his legs under him. Steel glances at him and mumbles something.

"It's alright, I trust you," the sprite sighs, "there was a forest fire. I was... somewhere in my 3rd or 4th decade? Barely a toddler."

Vern absently runs a hand over his bandaged feet.

"And.. those are from that?"

"Yeah... I tripped and I couldn't feel the pain because it umm... hurt," he tentatively starts unraveling the damp bandages.

"I don't doubt that," Steel's eye twitches.

"It was hard to run and we hit a dead end..." he sniffles "she um... used a spell to seal me in a tree.."

"Huh. So.. like when you overblotted?"

"Y-yeah... Sort of like that, " he lets out a light giggle. Pausing, his gaze drops. He tentatively scratches at his arm. "When I got out.. my mom was... well, you can see.."

"... I'm sorry.."

"Thanks," Vern softly smiles, "I um.. did get my UM that day so.. a small bonus?"

"Eh? Really?"

"Yeah... I wanted to bring her back and," his smile vanishes a little, "well, you can't revive the dead.."

He gently reaches out to touch a small patch of nearby flowers. A cool breeze rustles the surrounding leaves. The silence is comfortable, calming the sprite's nerves. Heaviness tugs at his eyelids. Steel shifting slightly has him abruptly sitting up.

"S-sorry!!! I umm... didn't mean to u-ummm..."

"... you're tired, I don't mind."

"O-oh... um..." he glances at the sky, "w-we umm... should go back.."

Shrugging, Steel lifts the sprite as he stands. Vern doesn't bother resisting. He waves at his mom's tree before they leave. A small smile lighting his features.

Song: Remind You by Andy Grammer

Book 1: [1] [2] [3]

Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Book 4: [1]

[ybklix]

A little reckless around the edges, call it young, dumb love and it's just enough, keep me guessing how the story unfolds with you. When I'm walking into the darkness, Iknow you'll be right there, lighting up the flares. When it's starless, I will follow you to the moon. We'll never fall apart, even million miles apart. We were lightning from the start... And it keeps me going to know that.. No matter what, you got me, I got you and I wouldn't want it any other way, no drop of doubt, I know deep down that we'll make it through. Just like we always do. Every second, every minute... want you close to me like you're supposed to be, ain't no limit to what I would do for you, and you know, you turn my whole world upside down, catch me before I ever hit the ground and I'd do the same for you.. 🐱❤️🐼

I love you to infinity and beyond my beautiful girlfriend ❤️ You are mine and only mine... And I shout it to the world... Wen, you are the best thing that could have happened to me in my life🤍👭

all that for me my love? omgggg😭😭 i love you, princess, always making me blush🤭❤️

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six 2.12.2023

I swore I wasn't doing Sunday Sixes anymore, but I have several Valentine's pieces that are coming out - they may not all be up by Valentine's Day, but they will be up by next weekend, so here I am! lol

Sneak peeks at Valentine's fics for the following can be found below:

OH - Tobias x F!MC (Casey) OH - Ethan x F!MC (Kaycee) OH - Raf x F!MC (Carrie) WTD - Eli x F!MC (Zoe)

I hope you enjoy them and have a good week ahead!

Simple Pleasures| Open Heart - Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Ethan studied his friend from across the room. Obviously, he hadn't heard a word he said; there is no way he wouldn't have had a comeback. But he was going to try one more time.

"... and then I dropped my trousers and did the shake the skin snake dance in front of the entire conference... they were quite impressed."

"Hmmm... oh, that's good...." Tobias replied.

"Really? I thought my skin snake would have gotten you.

"WHAT?" Tobias startled.

"Finally.... a reply. Now, what has you in such a daze. I haven't seen you this quiet, well... ever."

"I just haven't been able to sleep... I don't want to screw this up."

(Yeah, I know, no Casey - but she's in it - I promise lol)

Unnamed Val Fic (Request) | Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Tobias peeked over his menu, growing concerned. Casey had yet to open her own menu even though she was famished just moments before. Seconds later, her cheeks turned bright red when she caught him staring at her.

"What?" He asked.

"What? What ... what?" She replied. "You're the one looking at me."

"Because you're not looking at your menu. On the ride over, I thought you were considering eating my arm off. What gives."

"I was not going to eat your arm!"

"Casey... focus...."

"That guy, over there?"

"The waiter?"

"Yes! He keeps staring at us."

My Pleasure (Request) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)

"So you're not mad," she asked sadly, "I didn't want to ruin the day."

"Kaycee. First, you know my thoughts on Hallmark holidays... this was more for you than me."

"But you had all these plans..."

"Which we can do another day. You're a doctor; you stayed to care for a critically ill patient. We'll have a lot of this in our lives. It's not like you're blowing me off because you got a better offer."

"As if I could get a better offer," she grinned, and he felt as if he could see it through the phone. "Still, I am bummed about missing out on our Valentine's Day."

"You are still coming over, correct?"

"Try and stop me," she teased.

"Then let me see what I can do to make tonight special for you."

"I'm intrigued..."

"You should be."

Raf Aveiro x F!MC (Request) (Carrie)

"Raf!" Carrie yelled. Tossing her charts to the side, she ran down the hallway, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried calling you before, but I couldn't reach you."

"Yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was on runs, and I...."

"Oh, I'm not mad," she reassured as if the big smile she sported had left any doubt. "I know you were working. But we're almost done, and I can't WAIT for tonight! What time are you picking me up? Seven?"

Raf attempted to speak, but nothing would come out. Carrie was so understanding. She was wonderful, which is why he wanted Valentine's Day to be perfect. But would she understand this.

His lack of response had the smile slowly fading on her face. It wasn't like him... usually, he'd be so enthused.

"Raf... we're still on, right?"

"Uh.. yeah... about that."

An Ordinary Day (Request) | Eli Sipes x F!MC (Zoe Rivera)

Zoe was growing concerned. The past few days at Olympus had left everyone on edge. She was so glad that she and Eli were getting some alone time tonight. It was just what she needed. But perhaps, he didn't feel the same way. After all, he hadn't moved, fidgeting in the chair in the corner of her room since he arrived. Taking a deep breath, she spoke up and offered him an out.

"Eli, we've all had a few difficult days. As much as I love spending time with you, if you need some time alone, I understand. We could..."

Eli reached out and grabbed her hand, and when he tugged at her wrist, she halted her words.

"I want to spend time with you tonight, Zoe. It's just...."

"Just?"

"I have something I wanted to ask you first."

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[onlyjaeyun]

I can see the two set of triplets and CH! Y/n when I listen to I got you by TWICE. "no matter what you got me, I got you and I wouldn't want it any other way, no drop of doubt I know deep down that we'll make it through just like we always do" 🥹🫶

that's really the im actually gonna tear up :(

[blackjackkent]

So uh.

Looking around the prison after Wulbren and the others got out...one of the unused cells had a very obvious glowing hole in it. And, somewhat experimentally, I had Hector jump into it.

And we landed here:

What the fuck.

(I cannot come up with a single in-character reason why Hector would have jumped down that hole, so from a story perspective I'm going to say the floor gave out under them - it was definitely fucked up enough to do so.)

The smell is atrocious. Rotting meat and blood. They're ankle deep it it. Hector feels his stomach begin to churn instantly as he scrambles to his feet, trying to wipe the sticky muck off of him.

"Oh, gods, Hec," Karlach mutters under her breath. "I think this might have been a wrong turn."

"The walls..." Hector whispers. "Look at the walls."

The entire place is coated in mucous, as blood red as the viscera beneath their feet. That creature he encountered within the tower is stronger here. He can almost sense its trembling under his feet.

There's a dead True Soul on the floor near where they landed. "There's a parasite in that corpse..." he hears the guardian whisper in his mind. "Brimming with potent magic."

"Maybe I don't care, you know?" Hector mutters. "Maybe just this once I don't care about the gods-damned parasite. I bet if she could smell what we're smelling right now she wouldn't be worrying about it either."

Karlach barks a sharp, strangled laugh.

"I think we may be looking at what serves the Absolute cult for a morgue," Gale says grimly. "And an oubliette no less - a 'place of forgetting.' A dungeon with only a skylight. I doubt sincerely that we're going to find an obvious exit from this place."

"Then we'll have to make one," Shadowheart says curtly. "I refuse to die in a place like this, after everything."

"Come on," Hector mutters. "Stay close together and we'll look around."

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As they proceed further into the strange, gore-soaked room, the guardian chimes in again from within the Prism - this time with a more useful contribution.

Exploring around a little, we see what appears to be an enormous pool of blood, followed by a translucent membrane and a room beyond.

"Look," Hector commented. "There's something on the other side. No way through from here though."

It's always fun when his VA gets a slightly more meaty comment to make even if it's just something like this; usually the only actual comments he makes are the brief interaction lines when I select him in the party or whatnot. I'm very pleased with the voice I picked for him; he's got a sort of gruff growl and sounds very exhausted with everything and it fits him quite well.

I think we're all just as glad we can't go over there yet, because there's someone over there singing a rather unpleasant little ditty.

...Maybe we'll go the other way for now.

Climbing further up in the other direction, we encounter a couple hook horrors that we have to fight to get out. (We encountered these things before in the Underdark and they weren't that bad. These ones have what seems to be a little more health but still not too much of a problem.)

With them out of the way, we were thankfully able to climb back up into the prison area. "Ugh," Karlach said, sounding a little as if she was about to cry. "Let's leave that horror show behind."

No kidding. This feels like a good time for a long rest because I think everyone is ready to drop.

[sasslett]

7 for your shuffle music ask game!

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk

Fall into me, and I'll catch you, darling, we'll dance in the streets, like nobody's watching. It's just you and me, and the song on repeat in our heads, playing over and over.

I'm drunk on your voice, high in the moment. I'd fall for your twice, if that's what you wanted. I'd give you my life, for now and forever, I'm falling in love with you over and over again.

Under the cut for long post

"Varrus, 'tis good to see you."

"And you, Aymeric," Varrus nodded with a smile, greeting the lord commander. "I must say, you know how to host a party."

Indeed, the de-facto leader of Ishgard had spared no expenses in hosting the grand ball, all in Varrus' name - it was humbling, to say the least. Though, if rumors were to be believed, he knew it was for more than just the High House's benefits - many had said Aymeric went above and beyond to attract the attention of a certain Warrior of Light. 

And while he appreciated the gesture, and admittedly couldn't help but notice the lord commander's… attentions, his heart already belonged to another. 

Another who, at that very moment, chose to make her appearance. Standing atop the ballroom's ornate steps, Jess nervously looked out amongst the gathered crowd, her long, dark red dress beautifully hugging her body, a deep slit up the side of her leg revealing much, yet not enough to sate his curiosity, the strapless gown just barely covering the curve of her full breasts. All concern disappeared from her features as she met Varrus' eyes, replaced instead by a relief mixed with a warmth; carefully, she made her way down the steps, and Varrus felt all the breath leave his body at the beauty of the scene - her dress draping along the stairs behind her, the fabric shimmering in the light of the chandelier, her silver heels peeking out with every step, her brown eyes shining, still glued to his. She was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen.

So enraptured had he been that he hadn't even noticed Aymeric still speaking to him, the dark-haired man clearing his throat, regarding the Warrior of Light with a smile. 

"Oh, sorry," Varrus quickly apologized, agonizingly dragging his eyes away from the scene, back to the lord commander beside him. 

Yet Aymeric merely gave him a knowing smile, with only perhaps a hint of sadness flashing across his face. 

"Pray enjoy your festivities, Master Varlineau."

"And you as well."

With nods, the two men parted, just in time for Jess to finish descending the stairs; Varrus held a hand out to her, which she gently took, gasping slightly as he brought her fingers to his lips with a flourished bow. 

"You look beautiful," he whispered, the words nearly catching in his throat. Yet beautiful would never be enough to describe her. 

"I- Thank you," she stammered, eyes widened in surprise. "You, um… you look fantastic yourself."

"Thank you." He smiled, dropping her hand and instead offering his arm. He had to admit, he did appreciate the custom-made, tailored purple tailcoat and ruffled undershirt, but nothing compared to the way she looked that night. 

Hesitantly, she wrapped her arm around his, following as he slowly led her through the crowd, an idea springing to his mind. 

"Would you care for a dance, my lady?"

"My lady?" She softly snorted. "Please. I'm no lady. Don't you have nobles to be schmoozing with?"

"If I do, I don't care." 

Lacing his fingers with hers, he tugged her towards the dance floor, stopping suddenly as the woman skid to a halt behind him in the center of the dance floor.

"You're serious?!"

"Of course." He tilted his head curiously. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You can't dance with me. You're the Warrior of Light! People are going to gossip."

"Then let them gossip." Gently, he placed his hand across the small of her back, pulling her flush to him; despite her protests, she moved her hand up to his shoulder, casting just a single nervous glance behind her to the throngs of onlookers.

"But I don't know how to dance."

"Don't worry about that," he murmured, gently swaying to the slow melody, her body flush against his. Glancing down at her, she stole his very breath, the way she gazed up at him, her warm, glittering eyes, the curve of her breasts pressed against him, peeking out beneath the dark red fabric, her dark hair partially braided into a crown upon her head. In that moment, everything else faded away. 

He leaned down, gently pressing a kiss below her ear, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. "Forget about them," he whispered. "Right now, it's just you and me, my lady. My love. The owner of my heart. No one else, nothing else matters. Not anymore."

[tribal-chief-reigns]

My Pokemon OCs and story!

Hey there! Not sure if anybody will end up reading this but I'm hoping with this to share the story I started writing randomly a few days ago and maybe get some tips and pointers with grammar, wording, anything on how to write a little better! I'd be grateful for any help to improve. Chapter 1: Troy and Lex

A red beam shoots out from the Poke ball, recalling the Gengar that stood tall over its defeated opponent. Lex ran over to her fainted Growlithe, kneeling next to the unconscious creature and patting its soft fur as she recalled it to its own Poke ball.

"You lost. Unsurprisingly." Lex glared up at the boy, his cocky arrogance always rubbing her the wrong way. She took a few deep breathes, trying to calm herself as she stood back up, forcing herself to look at Troy's face, immediately fighting the urge to kick him in the leg as she saw his expression. "And you wonder why other kids avoid you…" She mutters under her breath. "You going to gloat all day? You didn't even thank your Gengar for all the effort it just went through."

Troy rolled his eyes ever so slightly as Lex pointed this out, quickly muttering to the Poke ball in his hand. "Yeah, good job and all that." He says, placing the ball back into the backpack hanging loosely from his left shoulder. "So you're serious about taking the Pokemon league challenge? I mean I wish you luck and all but you sure you wouldn't be better off becoming one of those coordinator- Hey!" Troy was cut off as he looked down at the sharp finger now poking into his chest. "I'm doing the league challenge, Troy! I don't know why you keep trying to turn me away from it!" Lex says with a huff, removing her finger from his chest as she takes another breath. She was beginning to wonder if hanging near Troy was becoming harzardous to her health.

"Okay! Geez…" Troy let out a huff of his own before going on to explain. "It's not that I don't think you can do it just… Well let's face it, Lex. You're not exactly winning battles against even Trainer Joey let alone me."

"Hey!" A voice shouted, somewhere from just out of the town.

Lex sighed, her lack of wins not lost on her. "I've not had my best foot forward, I'll admit but that doesn't matter. I said We'll be the Pokemon league champion and we're going to do everything within our power to make sure we are!"

At Lex's words, Troy raised an eyebrow. "We?"

Lex smiled as she gently rubbed her thumb across the red top of the Poke ball. "Yes, we."

Troy bit on his lip, not wanting to laugh since he knew how much the old Growlithe meant to Lex. "L-Lex, that Growlithe of yours is… Tough no doubt. But tough enough to be a Pokemon used by the league champion? Isn't it a little y'know… Past its prime?" He says, treading carefully with his words.

"Psh. Who are you to judge a Pokemon on its prime? Yours is already dead." Lex points out as she crosses her arms, after tucking away her own Poke ball.

Troy manages to hold back the urge to roll his eyes. "Fine fine… I'm just trying to help you out is all. A different Pokemon would probably get you a few victories in battles is all I'm saying."

Lex smirks and begins to walk past Troy, speaking again as she steps past him. "Just don't start crying when the past its prime Growlithe is the head of the new league champion's Pokemon team." She says, ignoring Troy's many responses to her comment.

"I'm home!" Lex shouts enthusiastically, kicking her shoes off to the side as she steps into her home.

"Lex, honey, do you have to be so loud?" The voice of her mother asked as she stepped into the hallway to greet her daughter with a smile.

"Sorry, Mom…" Lex gives a chuckle as the poke ball in her hand opens up and Growlithe stretches its legs and lets out a yawn, immediately heading to its bed after softly walking in between Lex's legs. "I was battling Troy again."

At these words, Lex's mother turned away, her face dropping slightly once her daughter was out of eyesight. In a small town like this, it was hard for everyone not to know everyone and Troy… The young boy was pitied. "That's nice." She says, forcing a smile on her face as she placed a plate of sandwhiches on the table which Lex was already sitting at. "Did he win again?" She asks, sitting across from Lex.

"Hmph! I let him." She jokes, speaking in between bites. "Besides, I'm not aiming to beat Troy, I'm aiming for the Pokemon league. Me and Growlithe just… Need to train a little more before setting out. He did really good today!" Lex says with a grin, her eyes glancing over at the sleeping Growlithe with pride. "Troy won't admit it but we had him on the ropes earlier! If that last bite had connected…" Lex trails off, her mind replaying the battle.

"Lex… Lex! Lex!" Her mother repeated, finally getting her daughter to snap out of her trance.

"Huh?" Lex shook her head, blinking a few times.

"You were spacing out again." Her mother said, chuckling to herself slightly before returning to a more serious expression. "Lex.. You know I am fully supportive of you wanting to become league champion. I tried it myself a few times when I saw your age."

Lex fought to roll her eyes, having heard her mother's stories multiple times before. "Yes, mom, I'm aware."

Giving a small sigh, her mother continued. "And I know how determined you are to do it with Growlithe but… Honey, I myself was only 9 years old when Growlithe hatched. He's not as spritley as he used to be. You can always go to Professor Elm and-"

Lex cut her mother off, looking slightly annoyed. "Growlithe's got enough energy in him for this, mom. I know he's not as strong as he used to be but I've seen the things he's capable of doing! I believe in him." Lex says, looking over again at the sleeping Pokemon. "I'm thinking… This weekend. This weekend is when I want to set off."

Lex's mother smiled sadly at her daughter. She was happy to see her daughter getting ready to go out into the world and yet… She found it funny. Missing somebody who hadn't even left yet. "Okay. Just be careful and make sure to do your best, Alexa."

"Eugh, mom!" Lex cringed, her annoyance growing as her mother began to giggle. "It's Lex!" She said, childishly stamping her socked foot on the floor beneath the table, resulting in a soft thump.

"I know, I know." Her mother nodded, calming her giggles. "Well do your best then, Lex."

Lex's annoyance quickly vanished, a smile coming across her face. "I will, mom."

"Shadow Ball!" Troy commanded, watching as Gengar shot off another shadow ball which landed against the mark Troy had painted on the tree with a rather loud boom. Noticing that Gengar was beginning to tire, Troy decided to call it a day for training, having challenged and defeated 2 other trainers besides Lex that day. Troy sat down on a nearby stump, reaching into his backpack as he pulled out two slices of a sandwich his mother had made for him earlier. After taking a bite of one, he held out the other slice towards Gengar whose wide smile grew larger as he took it out of the young boy's hands.

"Y'know… Lex has a point. You kinda are already dead, Gengar. Do you even NEED to eat?" He asked, looking at Gengar with an inqusitive look who after staring at Troy in silence for a few seconds, stuffed the sandwich into its mouth, causing Troy to burst out in laughter. "You totally don't need to eat, do you?" He said between chuckles, his laughter blocking out the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Troy." The voice that spoke was calm and yet it was still enough to make Troy jump off the stump and straight to his feet. "D-Dad! I didn't hear you coming…"

The man didn't respond, instead looking at his surroundings, taking note of the various painted markers on the trees and splintered wood laying at the base of the trees. "Gengar's accuracy is perfect. Though it goes without saying Troy, immobile trees aren't comparable to an opponent's Pokemon."

"Yes, father." Troy nodded, looking up to meet his father's gaze. "Me and Gengar just got training for the day. We managed to beat 3 trainers today!" He announced with a proud look on his face which was met with a blank expression from his father.

"Remember, Troy. These are just minor challenges compared to the ones you will face in the future. The gym leaders. The elite four. That is where true winners shine and where losers fall."

Troy's gaze broke away from his father's the earlier pride of his victories now gone. His father was right, beating Lex and a few others was nothing to be proud of. "O-Of course dad. I won't let you down."

Nodding at his son's words, he next looked over at Gengar who during the conversation with himself and Troy and subtly moved to eat Troy's sandwich, silently laughing mischievously to itself. Something he did not find funny in the least. "You need to teach your Pokemon discipline, Troy." With another small nod to Troy, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he had came. Troy sat back down on the stump, letting out a long sigh. "..We've got to leave soon, Gengar. We can't keep fighting the same few kids and training with markers on trees. It's time we start our journey." He says, eyeing Gengar with a small smile. "..Wait. Where's my sandwich?!"