#oh well at least they're finally on the switch

[birthbynightmare]

Me: After many years without playing the Golden Sun series I finally managed to obtain two copies of the games to play. I'm so happy.

Two days later:

·-· god dammit

[astralis-ortus]

agent(s) of chaos

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— there's a reason why you love game nights with your boyfriend's second family.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, a dash of comedy warning → mild cussing (i think? it's just hints), the chaos that is ot8 stray kids, one time jump, and reader is referred to as baby! no gender specific attributes mentioned aside from reader's hair being soft, heh a.n → based on this request! not gonna lie, i actually got a slight headache from imagining the chaos throughout the fic lol even in my head they're /that/ loudㅠ heh ⋆ see masterlist

game nights with your boyfriend and his friends might not happen often; but once they all come together and get the event date set?

oh, a (good) chaos will definitely ensue.

“goddamit—chan hyung! get your eyes on the game!”

“yeah! go get it, seungmin!”

“felix you bronze—step on it! catch up!”

a collective of cheers and disappointed groans were imminent as soon as yoshi, seungmin’s character of the night, crosses the finish line; leaving dry bowser and baby mario—which respectively belongs to han and chan, in second and third place. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought the boys were just competing in some major mario kart competition.

“­wah chan hyung—you’re seriously so bad at this!” changbin loudly protests—to which you genuinely thank yourself for pushing through with the rented villa agenda—while throwing his head back against the sofa in desperation. lee know, their other unfortunate teammate on the other hand, is busy pretending to box against your cackling boyfriend, having a string of ‘sorry’s falling from his lips.

“argh!” switching his target in desperation, changbin immediately puts his hands together and faces you with his attempt of salvation. “please switch teams with me! i can’t do this any longer! he’s so bad!” he pleaded, nearly earning himself a thrown nintendo controller on the head from chan if it wasn’t for your swift hands, snatching the heavy plastic from your pouting boyfriend. Well, not that you mind though, considering how adorable your boyfriend looked while he sulks.

“yah yah yah—changbin hyung!” seungmin intercepted—and if you know something about the kim seungmin, then his iconic multiple-hit comment is about to pop off. “no one told you to be so bad with rock paper scissors anyway!” the younger pointed out, a smug grin etched across the span of his face, “that’s why you ended up with chan hyung!”

“hey!” your boyfriend was the first to react, pointing at the smug younger one—and of course, it’s not changbin if he didn’t follow suit.

“yah! you prick!” huffing and puffing, changbin was quick on his feet as soon as seungmin stuck out his tongue, further provoking the curly haired male while he ran away—only to fish more of changbin’s loud shouts after the younger. “yah kim seungmin! come back here!”

series of laughter follows the disappearance of the two; to which everyone know by heart now, is also the best time for the rest of the kids to take their water and bathroom break—and alongside that, also became the best time for chan to finally take a proper look at you.

“you’re still good, baby?” the switch in his demeanor made you giggle as you lean into chan’s warm touch on your cheek. despite having witnessed the shift countless of times, the way chan’s voice became very soft when he spoke with you never fails to make your heart flutter. “it’s almost 1 am, aren’t you sleepy yet?”

“i’m good,” a smile follows your simple answer whilst your arms found their home around your boyfriend’s waist, snuggling closer to his warmth while chan lifts your legs to cross over his lap. “can last at least 2 more games, i think. besides, i drank some of the coffee jeongin brewed earlier, remember?”

chan’s exaggerated sigh along with his usual disapproving head shake ignites another set of laugh within you, fishing another pout to appear on his plump lips. “knew i shouldn’t have trusted jeongin,” he dramatically piched his nose bridge, trying to look as disappointed as he could. “he’s part of the bad peaches club after all.”

“i heard that!”

jeongin’s resounding shout from the kitchen startles both you and chan—causing your laughter and chan’s to grow in volume. “not sorry!” chan’s reply simply earned a grunt from the younger, not wanting to further continue the discourse while he’s busy arguing with hyunjin about who can get their hands on the last can of beer in the fridge.

“but anyway,” chan’s gaze softened as they returned to you, running his fingers mindlessly in your soft hair, “tell me whenever you feel sleepy, okay? we’ll go to bed right away.”

“i know,” an exaggerated sigh left your lips as you immitate your boyfriend’s previous antics, “this isn’t my first rodeo, you know?” you snickered as you playfully stuck out your tongue—which in turn only further cause the adoration in his chest to bubble.

oh, how he wish you’re all alone right now. he’d immediately tackle you into a cuddle and plant several dozens of light kisses across your face and neck—but he must resist. after all, he wouldn’t want the kids to tease you over something like that.

“gosh, you’re so annoying,” he hummed, lips betraying him as it formed into a massive grin across his lightly flushed cheeks, “think you’ve been hanging around the kids too much. i should keep a schedule for your visits from now on.”

“nooo!”

4 round of games and 20 minutes later, another wave of commotion returns as the race for second place—since first place has again been coveted by the representative agent of chaos, the kim seungmin—ensues between lee know and han.

“han jisung! step on it step on it!”

“lee know hyung! shi—why are you getting as bad as chan hyung!”

“yah! baby, tell—“

chan’s words immediately died down in his throat as soon as his gaze landed on your peacefully sleeping face—plea to defend himself from his kids vaporized and replaced with a soft thump in his chest. You looked so peaceful with your head resting against his shoulder—a massive contrast to the chaos surrounding you—and chan could feel his heart swell. you looked so cute; especially with your fingers wrapped tightly around the controller seungmin had just handed you a few moments prior.

had you been fighting off the drowsiness all along?

carefully pulling you into his lap, chan smiled as he gently peeled the controller off of your hand before dropping it directly onto hyunjin’s unsuspecting lap, startling the younger.

“ya—“

“shut it,” chan hissed between gritted teeth, easily pulling hyunjin’s focus from the chaos happening on screen and to you—who immediately nodded his head knowingly when he realized what’s happening.

“yah lee min—ow! what was th—oh.”

chan’s next target was changbin—who immediately received a slap on the back instead of chan’s quiet warning. it’s rather effective, however, considering outside of the two current players, everyone now has their eyes on you.

“keep it quiet—if my baby wakes up because of any of you,” chan eyed every single one of his kids, not even caring how severe the teasing he’ll receive by the daylight will be for whatever he’ll be saying next,

“i’m not gonna let it slide.”

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[f1rodrigo]

the mclaren boy mystery | part two

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna

a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3

part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love

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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐

⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities

yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you

⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?

⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves

⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable

⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭

user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????

⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯

user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this

user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now

⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡

user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them

⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭

user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans

user11 f1 school of wags next graduate

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡

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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭

user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these

user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg

user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! 🫂

user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME

yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind

⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....

⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT

⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter

⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻

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oscarpiastri added to their story

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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee

📸 @/kellypiquet

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kellypiquet so beautiful

⤷ yourusername all you

landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?

⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor

⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐

⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed

⤷ oscarpiastri same actually

⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this

⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn

⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱

⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar

user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫

⤷ user6 well yes!

user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️

⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up

lilymhe miss u beautiful

⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily

⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!

user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃

⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT

⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release

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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm

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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....

user2 she can't be serious 😐

⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption

user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird

⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄

⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...

⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao

⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now

mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season

⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙

⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too

⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP

oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture

⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay

⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude

⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 😧

⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar

⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation

landonorris 🍀

⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down

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part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

taglist:

@landoscar-f1 , @urfavnoirette , @imsiriuslyreal

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: handjob, thongs, slight mean!dom!reader and sub!carl

summary: shopping for clothes should be simple, even now in the apocalypse. but when you can only find a thong in this heat you're forced to wear it, and when carl notices your straps wrapping at your waist, he about dies.

request: Carl and reader going on a run for clothes, and the only thing the reader can find that fits her is a thong, Carl can't stop thinking about it, and when he sees the waist hands peeking from her shorts while they're with the others, he gets hard and has to leave early but reader knows why and follows him;)

Maybe the Reader is more dominant in this one? :3

"this is bullshit" you huff, nail gliding on fabric after fabric, trying to find at least one item that would fit you.

"just keep looking...you'll find something soon" carl hollers from across the store, you bit your lip to keep back your remarks about how it's easy for him to say with him finding everything immediately. he didn't have to sort through thousands of crop tops to not even find a full-length shirt.

wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dry heat sinks into your open pores, looking down at the pile of shirts and dust you start to consider that crop top.

but you don't need a crop top. you need underwear, embarrassingly enough.

yeah, some shirts would be fine. but switching through 2 pairs of panties in this summer isn't an option anymore

you sign and kneel back down in front of another box, tossing mix-match socks behind your shoulder before finally seeing some thin fabric.

you freeze before reaching down, one finger holding it up as you examine the black thong

it's all they had. it's all you can get.

"found something?" shit.

"uh..yeah" you ball the little number in your palms before whipping your head back and forth looking for your bag to shove it in

"woah, what's that?" you hear him say in almost a chuckle, for the first time this summer you feel your blood run cold as you stare into the box of clothing wondering what to say

"clothes. remember?" you try and say naturally to keep it together. it's not like he'd care, it's mostly you that would care with how sexual thongs are

"well...alright. let's get going, my dads gonna freak if we take any longer" he rambles and you reach over to drop the panties in your bag when you assumed he looked away

"oh. woah"

you clench your fist tight as you know there's no getting out of this.

"was that...a thong?" carl asks, flustered

"yeah, it was. it's the only one they had." you whisper slightly while grabbing your bag and standing

he stared wide-eyed at you like he's picturing the most lewd things imaginable

you check him with your shoulder for him to snap out and with him stumbling to catch up with you. as you sped walked to the car all you could think about was just going home.

okay, this is more comfortable than you imagined.

you rest a hand on your hip as everyone packs up, they all just got here and seem to be already dying from the heat. you internally smile about how your shorts fit you today, looks aren't everything in the apocalypse but dammit wearing a thong makes you feel like it is.

anyway, the whole group is out today. and lucky carl got to test drive his way here so you know what that means. cocky. cocky. cocky.

it won't stop talking about how he was soo smooth and how even rick gave him the go-ahead to drive himself home -I think he was just as sick of hearing him brag-

as everyone started moving he kept talking to you, giving you pointers and tips because he's the all-knowing of course.

you let him have his fun but with almost an hour in you're sick of it now. you even noticed rosita side-eyeing you with a look of "really? he's still going?"

but once we made it to our location he seems to quite a bit, with boxes being moved to cars and cans being thrown into backseats we were finishing up with the first stop

maggie called out to you, pointing to a box in the corner that was seemingly forgotten, and asked if you could get it. you nodded and walked over to it just to hear footsteps following

"oh! y/n-" he goes off again and you tune out, bending over to grab it as you lift the heavyweight

you felt off and that's when you realized it was because he stopped talking. you almost spun around with a cocked brow just to see him staring at your lower stomach with the redess face you've ever seen

you almost smirk while looking down to see the hands of your thong wrapping around your waist

"carl, get over yourself" you mumbled while rolling your eyes, walking past him. with your hips swaying you smiled

sliding the box into carls truck bed you hop into the car to see him very carefully sitting down

"the fucks wrong with you?" with his hands on his lap you immediately knew the problem. good news is, you also knew how to solve it.

"seriously? from pantie straps?" you almost laugh at him, watching as he slightly squirmed from trying to hide his boner

"you can't make fun of me! do you know how hard it is for me when these summers roll around, now you're wearing thongs!" he babbles but you just reach over and palm him through his jeans, he groans out and you noticed the other cars have already left to the next location.

"fuck, we need to make this quick" you mumble before pulling him free, his cock almost red from being teased and strained so much just from his dirty mind.

his red tip oozed pre-cum as veins bulged out, you slide your thumb on his tip getting a jolt from him

"always the sensitive one" you murmured before stroking his cock, his eyes were screwed shut as your wrist works wonders

"do you know how fucking annoying you were today? tips? you think I need tips from someone who learned to drive a week ago? ya'know, I was planning to go off on you after you came into the car...looks like you had other things to worry about." your hand went faster, he mercifully bucked his hips into your hand as he whimpered and groaned

"getting worked up over some panties." you say almost through your teeth, he cries out sorrys and you feel a grin touch your lips

with one final groan, he came all over your hand, you sighed and wiped them off with a napkin nearby as you look ahead at the vacant road.

his breathing is still heavy as he tries to put himself back into his pants with shaking hands, he looked to you and you just glared at him

"wanna show me how great you can drive? or am I gonna have to blow you next?"

an: HEYYYYY YOU GUYS! I missed you so much <3 I saw this request and it was too good not to do! I'm so sorry I dip in and out, If I'm gone for like 3 months after this I'm so sorry :( I'm trying to put school first and hope you can understand <3 I love you guys so much and I hope you enjoyed this <3 mwah!

[yooglefics]

hii! its been a few days since i found u and i love ur writing and stories!! could i request a fic where yoongi and (possibly) female reader have a fight over jealousy (its either her or him or both even idk) and its a little angsty idk but then they make up and its all fluffy 🤓🤓 thank u in advance luv

Hellooo. Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this pair and some angst, I did a hint of both being jealousy, but is mostly him haha. Sorry it took me a while to finally post it, but I wanted it to be good, and I hope you like it!

Jealous, jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader  Wordcount: 2,467 words Genre: AU. Established relationship. Angst and comfort / fluff.  Summary: Jealousy has never been a problem in your relationship, not until a comment can't leave Yoongi's mind and interactions at your office’s party just make it worse. Content warnings under read more.

Includes: Jealous Yoongi. People thinking there's something between Jin and Reader… even Yoongi. Miscommunication. They argue. And then they're cute.

It all starts with the perilla leave question between Yoongi's friends one night out and a few rounds of soju in. As a self-identified non-jealous person, his answer was that it didn't mean anything, and even told the story about how it happened a few days ago when your coworker joined you two for lunch.

Jungkook, the non-identified most jealous person of the group, had obviously called him stupid. Questioned him about that guy and told him to be careful. “If I were you, Yoongi, I'd keep my eye on him.”

Little rascal; didn't even bother to use honorifics with him anymore.

But the worst thing is that the idea is now on his head and not even Yoongi knows how bad it is about to get as he steps into your office party a few weeks later. Now having the opportunity to see his girlfriend and her favorite coworker interact more in a familiar environment.

Even the ones who don't know Yoongi a lot, know he can be pretty reserved around new people, that's why you continue to make your polite round of interactions after saying hi and leaving him at a table with a whiskey and snacks. Promising to come back as soon as possible.

He looks at you across the room, all professional and sweet, the queen of small talk and polite smiles, and one forms on his own lips without realizing. Only doing so when it's erased as someone greets him, sitting down beside him and he tries to follow your steps at looking, at least, a bit cordial. 

“I don't think I've seen you before. Are you here with ( y / n ) or Seokjin?”

“Yes, with ( y / n ).”

“Really?” She sounds genuinely surprised, “I didn't know she was inviting someone.” 

“Well, I like supporting her, don't really need the invitation” he chuckles a bit awkwardly, “I'm her boyfriend.”

“Oh, so she is dating someone?” Again, the surprise in her tone makes Yoongi believe is a true emotion, and that confuses him.

“For a few years now, yes.”

“And here I was thinking that those two were going to be the next office romance,” she says sounding disappointed before realizing, “oh my— not that it's bad they don't, just… they are both attractive and you know…”

«Is that supposed to make it better?», he wants to ask, but instead he laughs, trying to dismiss everything as her hand lays on his forearm that is resting on the table, trying to reassure him as she goes on about him being handsome too and whatnot.

He stopped listening now. Because after that interaction, one hour seems long enough when half of that you have spent besides that guy, and Jungkook's words keep growing in his head as if he were watering them with the sweet alcohol. The one he has to switch hands to sip from now, because your coworker keeps the other prisoner of her hand. 

Not even the excuse ( that is actually not really an excuse because he needs it ) to get a refill works and she only stops rambling his ear off when someone arrives at the place and she finally leaves the table to greet them.

“I saw you made a friend,” your sweet smile is almost enough to make him forget his thoughts when he is joined by you at the bar while ordering another whiskey.

“Well, figure I should while you had fun with yours.” he shrugs in an effort to dismiss negative feelings.

“Wait, did you actually make friends with her?” is your turn to sound surprised, corners of your mouth falling a little.

“Is a problem if I did?”

“I… I mean, I was joking but I don't like her very much. You can make friends with other people, though.”

“Ah, thanks for the clear up.” He walks back to the table to sit down, and even he can acknowledge it was a weird response, so, your next question doesn’t shock him.

“Are you okay?”

“What if I made friends with your best friend, what's his name?” he asks instead. Comments from others blurring his psyche, making him act without much thinking.

“Jin?”

“Is that his name? She called him Seokjin”

“Well, Seokjin, Jin for short. What's the big deal?”

“Nothing. Just… that's what she said when she asked who I was here with,” he explains before taking a sip.

“Of course she asked you that,” and eye roll accompanies your words. 

“Yeah, because apparently you didn't say you invited your boyfriend.” but he thinks there is more important matters than you not liking your coworker. “As a matter of fact she didn't know you had a boyfriend.”

“Because is none of her business. She doesn't need to know about my relationship.”

“She does when she is talking about you and Seokjin having a romance.”

“What?!”

“Sorry. You and Jin.”

“Shut up, you know that's not what I meant. Can't believe she said that.” You steal a sip from his whiskey before continuing, “No actually, I can.”

He buffs. “You can?”

“Yeah, I told you, she is… not likable.”

“Just that? Not because it would be believable for you two to be together?” He asks, his annoyance clearer as seconds go by.

“Jin and I? Please, that's ridiculous.”

“Okay.”

“Why? Are you jealous?” You inquire, playfully. As if it would be impossible to be true.

“Yes.”

“Wait. Really?! But you have never been jealous.”

“Maybe I am now.” 

“Because of Jin?” you’re confused at how serious he is being, but before you can question more about it, you’re interrupted by said guy.

“Oh, I was summoned. Hi.” he greets your partner, so casually since he doesn’t realize Yoongi is mad with him too. “Can you come back? I don't want to interact with those people alone.”

You look at your co-worker and friend for a few seconds, and then to your boyfriend, trying to understand what is happening and if he is actually jealous. Him, Min Yoongi, the less jealous person you’ve ever met.

“Go, have fun.” Your boyfriend encourages you, managing a smile that only confuses you more because is clear to you that it’s not genuine.

What the hell is happening?

You’re surrounded with interactions the rest of the night, from your co-workers to their partners, people seem interested in Jin and you, after all, it’s the first big party since the both of you joined the company. Even when you go back to sit with Yoongi people get close to make conversation, one person actually asks about wedding planing and tells you she can get you in contact with someone. You know she means well so, with your best smile, you thank her and change the subject.

You hate those conversations. 

Having spent your childhood between your parents’ fights because «staying together for their kids» was a priority, when in reality it only made it worse for everyone involved, you grew up hating the idea of getting married. You understand it is for love, but you don't need a paper or a big party to announce that you love Yoongi. You don't need a ring on your finger to promise you'll do it forever. You don't need him to propose, let alone ask your parents permission to do so. 

Is your life, your decisions. The only opinion that matters other than yours is Yoongi's and he has always understood, never pressured you. He is the love of your life, after all.

In the car on the way home, the silence is filled with music from the stereo and you try to take Yoongi’s hand on the gear lever as always, but only a couple of seconds pass before he pulls away, both hands on the wheel now. 

Trying to figure out if it was on purpose, you ask, “What are you thinking about?” 

“You spend a lot of time with him,” he says without a beat.

“You told me to go.”

“I mean in general.”

“We work together, can't really do much about that.”

“You weren't working tonight and still it was like you were joined at the hip.” he hasn’t looked at you and you can’t decide if it hurts or bothers you more.

“Again, you told me to go at the end,” you argue. “ If you wanted me to stay with you, you could have said so.”

“Now I have to ask you to spend time with me?”

“Well, I can’t read your mind, honey.” you poke his cheek, softly. An attempt to lighten the mood a little.

“That’s not the point.” His tone is just as serious. And then you know that, whatever this is, it’s deeper than you thought.

“What is it then?” you genuinely ask, annoyance starting to build up inside you, but trying to stay calm. Surely he can tell, you think. “You’re clearly upset, but why?”

“Shouldn't I be? When my girlfriend keeps hanging out with this good-looking dude and everyone thinks they could be a thing?” 

“Really?” How can he even entertain those thoughts? You with another man? Doesn’t he hear how ridiculous it sounds? “Shouldn't I be upset because you let her touch your arm for like five minutes straight?”

“She was trying to console me.”

“Yeah, that actually makes it worse, Yoongi.” 

“Yoongi?” 

“That's your name.” He finally looks your way, but you’re looking at the road ahead of you and he can’t tell it is just in order to calm down.

“Wait. Why are you turning things on me?”

“Because you're being irrational and I'm not having this conversation.”

Once again the music is the only sound filling the air, and you opt for folding your arms in front of your chest to stop you from reaching for his hand again.

Now both of you are mad. Great. 

Arriving home, he still gets out of the car first to open the door for you, and it helps soften the heartache a little. But still, the night repeats in your head, trying to understand what happened. 

Why suddenly spending time with Jin is a problem? Why is Yoongi so jealous about it? And why—

“You let her touch you after she said Jin and I had a thing?” you ask as both of you are finally in the bedroom, getting ready to end the night. 

“Thought we weren't having this conversation.”

“No. This one is different. This one is about you potentially doing things because you were upset with me.”

“That would be stupid.” He stops his movements, shirt unbuttoned just halfway through. “Why would I do that?”

“I don't know, you aren't exactly acting like yourself tonight.”

“Because I'm jealous?”

“Because we are fighting about you being jealous.” And trying to calm down once again, you continue taking your dress off, struggling with the zipper but too proud to ask him for help right now.

“Okay, let's not fight, then.” He sits down on his side of the bed. “Just answer this question: do you like him?” 

“Yoongi—” 

“Just answer. Please.” when you finally turn to him, the look on his face is different from what you expected. He doesn't seem angry, but hurt. Like your answer could break him.

“Of course not. Not like that.” You emphasize. Giving up on your clothes and kneeling in front of him, taking a breath before continuing. “You know we started at the same time and he is always nice and fun, I think he is my only friend at work because everyone else keeps asking me when I'm going to get married and leave. Like your friend.”

“What?”

“The lady you were talking to. Is always asking personal questions and I don't like it. Not because I don't like talking about you, I love you and I talk with Jin about you all the time, but is just…”

“Not her business. And you don't have to explain yourself to others.” he completes. Yoongi is the first to always remind you that after all.

“Exactly.” 

“Sorry.” he is quick to say, feeling like an asshole now, a hand running through his hair, messing it up, “I really don’t know what is up with me tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Were you actually jealous of Jin?” the disbelief in your voice is funny now, and he nods with a chuckle. “That’s surprising coming from you.”

“I know. Is dumb.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders to make him look at you, “your feelings are not dumb, Yoongi.”

“Can you stop calling me by my name tonight?”

“Sorry,” both of you laugh softly, “but I mean it. Even if it’s irrational to be jealous of anyone because I love you so very much and wouldn’t even dream to be with someone else; your feelings are important, honey. Just… you know, we have to work on a better way of expressing them.”

He chuckles again, still feeling bad about it all but appreciating the reassurance. “I will, promise. I just never felt like this before, is… weird.”

Yoongi has always thought jealousy is stupid. He understands feeling insecure and all that, but acting like he did tonight has always been something he didn’t understand. Something he judged. He thought it was about bad communication, distrusting your partner, and things like that. And, if you don’t trust the person you love, does it make sense to be together? But maybe is not as simple as that.

He didn't care if you had your own friends and went out with them, like some of the people he knows do. He has his own opinion on marriage and engagement rings. But maybe he cares in other ways. Maybe he cares about people thinking you're with someone else because that's probably his biggest fear.

“I don’t like jealousy.” he speaks again, bringing his arms around your waist, hugging you close and resting his head against your torso.

“Good, that means you are not toxic.” A pause while your hand combs through his hair, putting black strains back in place, “and now you know how I feel when people hit on you.”

“People don’t do that.” 

“They do,” he looks up at you, but before he can argue anything, you cup his face and bend a little to peck his lips, softly. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone with her and without a warning.”

“I tried to get away but she wouldn't let go of my arm and I didn't want to be rude.” 

His bottom lip sticks out in a small pout and you kiss it away, “Yoonie, sometimes you’re too nice for your own good.”

“Maybe I should be just nice to you.”

“You're too nice for that,” he rolls his eyes, making you laugh even more, “that's why I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

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[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: reader and Sam go to the premiere of their new spicy romance drama. 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, movie star!reader, flirting, sexual tension, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, quickie, unprotected car sex, filth 

Word count: little over 5k | not edited

There’s a surprise at the end but don’t skip ahead 😉

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Sam's voice causes you to jump slightly. 

You look over at the balcony next to yours, "Are you?" You smile, turning to face him as you lean against the metal banister. 

He leans forward onto his elbows, "I mean, I'm nervous. I can't lie about that." 

You nod, "Yeah, about a hundred people are going to watch us-" you put air quotes, "-have sex, with us in the room." 

Sam laughs, "Yeah, talk about awkward." 

"I agree, but two people denying the love that's obviously there, and finally when they give in.. I think we made a good movie.. all around." You walk over, looking down over the edge, "It's literally midnight and there's photographers?" 

Sam looks over, shaking his head as he laughs, "Of course. They're waiting to see if we try and sneak out together." 

"Mhm." You sigh, "Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Makeup team will be here early."  

"Night." Sam says, watching you go into your room. A few seconds later you hear his door shut and you let out a sigh. 

The tension was obviously there, but neither one of you wanted to make a move. 

You crawl into bed, setting an alarm on your phone before lying down. You toss and turn a few times until you get comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The sound of your alarm blaring, causes a groan to leave your lips. You reach over, searching desperately for your lock button before you sit up. 

Your hands move to your face, rubbing your eyes as you try and wake yourself up. 

You looked around your quiet and dim hotel room, waiting for the spark to get you to finally get up. You swing your legs over the edge, pushing yourself to stand up. 

You walk over to the shower, turning on the water and you wait a few minutes for it to warm up before stripping down and getting in.

It was obvious you grew feelings for your friend and co-star. 

That's what made the movie so good, at least, to you it did. 

But, Sam felt the same. 

As you get out of the shower, there's a knock on your door, "Coming!" You yell out as you wrap a towel around your body. 

You walk to the door and Chelsea with her hair and makeup crew are standing there, "Hey, Chels. Come in." 

She smiles, flipping on the light switch as she walks in, "So I was thinking of a loose, beach wave curl? Maybe pinning it to the side?" 

You nod, "That's fine with me. Whatever you think is best." You laugh and walk over to the chair. 

"Oh honey. Were you up all night thinking about that boy again?" Chelsea asks and you whip your head around, "Shush!" You laugh pointing, "His room is next to mine."

"Oh, oh! Sorry." She smirks and shakes her head, "Well fix you right up, honey. Don't you worry."

"I never do." You smile and close your eyes as she starts to blow dry your hair.

Two hours later, she spins you around and you look like a whole new person, "amazing as always." 

She smiles and walks over, unzipping the dress bag, "Now did the final touch." She pulls the dress and the hanger out and holds it up, "What do you think?" 

"If this is just for the press conference, I'm actually really excited to see my dress for the premiere tonight." You walk over, fingers running over the black fabric of the simple, yet elegant cut out blazer dress. 

"Oh yeah, we like to keep things a little bit more casual for the conferences, but for the premiere." She smiles, "You're going to look even more incredible." 

"That's what I mean." You shake your head, taking the dress, "I'll be right back." 

You go and get changed, looking at yourself in the mirror before you walk back out. The team's jaws drop. 

"That looks beautiful on you." Chelsea says, "we do such great work." She laughs slightly, "You're definitely going to have his attention."

She winks and you smirk, leaning in to whisper, "I think I already do." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Five minutes! Car is leaving in five minutes!" 

There's a knock on your door and you stand up from your chair, smoothing out your dress. You grab your bag, making sure you have everything before walking over to your door. 

As you open it and step out, Sam does the same thing. 

You turn, facing each other. 

A smile grows on your lips as you see him smirk, "Ready?" He extends his arm out and you walk over to him, "As I'll ever be." You laugh, sliding your hand around his arm. 

You make your way to the elevator and step on. 

The doors close and you just can't take your eyes off of Sam's reflection. You can't get over how good he looks in his outfit - the knit, copper colored short sleeve turtleneck, with the white pants and black boots. 

The round, metal, clear frame glasses just complete the look in the best way possible.

"You look beautiful." Sam turns his head, looking down at you. You look away from the elevator doors and up at him, "Oh thank you. You too, uh, I mean. Handsome. You look very handsome, Sam."

He smirks, looking down as the doors open. Both Your's and Sam's security greet you as you walk off. 

You walk to the front doors, making your way outside where a bunch of fans and photographers have been waiting hours for you to make your appearance. 

"Y/n! Sam!"

"Can you answer some questions!" 

"are you off to the conference? Y/n! Y/n!" 

"Sam! Are you two dating? Sam, y/n!" 

Multiple questions hit you all at once, all you can do is smile and wave as you walk to the car. Sam lets you get in first before getting in next to you. 

"That's always crazy." Sam sighs, laughing as he leans forward to watch the crowd walk towards the car as you drive away. 

"Yeah, it's always like that." You laugh shaking your head, "Did you hear the one question?" 

He shakes his head, looking at you. 

You smile, shaking your head, "They asked if we were dating. That's absolutely.. crazy." 

"Yeah." Sam laughs slightly, "So crazy." 

You chew on the inside of your lip, looking out the window, "So what questions do you think they're going to ask?" 

"Definitely about that one particular scene." Sam glances over at you, smirking as he looks away, "It'll probably be the first question of them all."

"Yeah, that's not surprising." You laugh, "I'm actually more nervous than I was up in the hotel room." 

Sam lays his hand on yours, "If you get nervous, just look at me." He smiles as you look at him, "I'll be right there." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You arrive at the venue, Sam stepping out first. He turns around, holding his out to help you out.

You slide your hand in his, the crowd growing louder as you walk with Sam down the carpet towards the stage. 

You smile, waving to the fans that showed up. 

Stopping for pictures for the photographers, both single shots and shots of you and Sam together. 

Your arm is around his waist as his arm crosses over hours to hold you hip tight. He leans in, his voice quiet, "You're doing great." 

You smile, looking up at him and the photographers eat it up, "Just like that!" 

"Stay like that! 

"Perfect chemistry!" 

You laugh slightly as you hold your smile, although it wasn't a fake smile. 

It was a genuine, real smile because of who was looking back at you. 

Sam makes you feel safe and comfortable no matter where you are. 

"Alright." The director of the conference walks up to you, "Take your seats. Sam you're in the last seat on the left, y/n." She looks at you, "Right next to him." 

You nod, giving her a smile as you make your way to the stage with Sam. 

You sit down, giving him a small smile as you see everyone flock to their seats. 

Your handed a microphone, along with Sam and everyone else on the stage. 

"Alright, everyone." The director, Wendell, walks out into the stage, the crowd clapping as a welcome to him, "Are we ready to begin?"

You fix your posture, sitting up straighter. You wipe your palms on the skirt of your dress and take a deep breath. 

"First off, I'd like to introduce the leading people of this movie, Samuel Golbach and Y/N Y/L/N." 

You and Sam stand up, waving to the crown and smiling before sitting back down as Wendell introduces the other people on the stage. 

"Alright, so without further a do, have at them." He motions to you and Sam, but then brings the mic back to his lips, "But be gentle, I need them at the premiere tonight." 

He chuckles and walks to his seat. 

All at once, everyone in the crowd raises their hands and Wendell points to a lady in the front, "Go head, miss, pink blouse." 

The woman stands up, "Sam, y/n. I know that you two were friends well before booking these roles." She pauses and you and Sam nod, "Did filming the sex scene in this movie affect how you look at each other, or affect your relationship in general?" 

"Ooh." Sam sighs with a smile as he looks over at you, "Diving right into it, I see." He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks back to the lady, "Not at all, for me at least. I don't know about her." 

He nods to you, laughing as he looks over at you. 

You bring the mic up, looking out onto the crowd, "I think Sam and I are pretty much bulletproof, you know? We've been friends for years, ever since my fourth birthday party when I had to invite the whole class." 

You laugh, looking over at a smiling Sam, "Nothing really weirds us out. Sam's seen the worst of me and he still calls me his friend so, no. I think we're good, maybe even closer now?" 

"Thank you." The lady sits down and a man raises his hand, standing up when Wendell points to him, "I think I'm asking for everyone when I ask, are you guys an official thing? Couple?" 

You glance over at Sam and he takes the lead, "Nope. Just friends as of right now." 

"As of right now?" The man asks, "Does that mean there's a potential things might happen?" 

You laugh slightly, "I think we're just kind of doing our own thing right now, focusing on the PR for this movie, just going with the flow." 

"I fully one hundred percent agree." Sam nods, smiling at you before looking back to the crowd. 

"Alright, thank you." The guy nods and sits down. 

Another man stands up, "How were your feelings when you found out that you two got casted together, with being friends before?" 

"I was actually really exited. Y/n is amazing at what she does, I honestly couldn't have picked anyone better for this role. She absolutely smashed it and I knew she was going to." Sam smiles, looking at you. 

You smile holding your hand up to block his face, "Don't look at, putting too much pressure on me now." You laugh, dropping your hand, "Um, yeah. I was actually really excited, too. With knowing Sam for a long as I have, it almost felt natural." 

"Almost like.. you guys were really together?" The reporter smirks and you laugh slightly, "I mean, in a way, yeah. It more or less felt like our character were really together the whole time, if that makes sense?" 

The reporter nods, "Thank you." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After some time, the questions went to normal questions about the movie and you answered them with more ease than the first couple. 

"Alright. So I'm sure we'll be seeing you all at the premier, so until then, let's give these talented people some love." Wendell motions to you all on the stage before he starts to clap. 

You all stand up, waving and giving the people praise for being here. 

Wendell walks up to you and Sam, "You guys have some time before you need to be at the premier, so just take some time, take a nap, whatever it is you need to do." 

"Okay. Sounds good, what time again?" You ask and he looks at you, "Be there by four thirty. Premier is at six, but that'll give you guys time to greet fans and such." He sighs, "You guys are seriously making headlines. I'm so proud of you both." 

You smile up at Sam and Sam nods, "Thank you, sir." 

Wendell pats his shoulder, "Now go. Take a break." 

Sam leads you to the car. The driver opens the door and you get in followed by Sam. Sam gives a wave, smiling before the door is shut, "I'm starving." 

You groan, "Oh my gosh. Me too." You look over at him and he looks at you, both saying the same thing, "Pizza?" 

You both laugh and nod, again in unison, "Yes!" 

You sigh, "Works for me." You lean forward, "Can we stop at that pizza place that's up here on the corner?" 

"Of course, miss y/l/n."

You rest your head back, "I'm so excited for this after party tonight." 

"Why so you can get drunk?" Sam smirks and you nod, "Well, yeah. How else do you celebrate the release of a new movie?" 

"No, you're right." Sam chuckles, "So you don't think our relationship is any different?" 

Your mind starts racing, what does he mean by that? Different? As in, I want to be with you, different? I want to have sex with you for real, different? 

"No." You shake your head, looking over at him, "Why would it be?"

He shrugs, "I mean-" 

The driver cuts off Sam, "We've arrived." 

You stare at Sam for a few seconds, seeing if he'll continue, but he doesn't. He just changes the subject, "So just cheese or pepperoni?" 

"Um, pepperoni of course." You smile and he rolls his eyes, "Should have known." He winks and gets out, walking around to open your door. 

You get out, walking into the building with him. 

As you eat your lunch, you just converse back and forth about how you think the premier will go. How blind you'll be afterwards from all the camera flashes. 

"I think tonight will go good." You nod, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin. 

"How so?" Sam asks as he finishes his piece of pizza. 

"Because you always make everything better." You smile, "You know how nervous I get and you just.." you wave your hand down once in front of your face, "take it all away." 

"When you know someone for long enough, it's easy." He smiles, "You do the same, I was so anxious about answering questions and each time I looked at you I knew exactly what I wanted to say." 

You smile, looking down, "So sweet." 

He sighs, "I think.. the after party is going to be so much fun." 

You nod, "We're always fun when we're drunk." 

"If I start wall twerking.. take me home." Sam points to you and you nod, "Got it, boss." 

He laughs, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he looks at you. You smile, your cheeks turning slightly red, "What?" 

He shakes his head, "Nothing." 

You smile, standing up, "Come on. We have about three and a half hours to get ready." Sam groans, "Fine, fine." 

You make your way back to the hotel, having small talk about your favorite parts of the movies. Basically, rehearsing what you're going to say to the potential questions of the night. 

Sam walks you to your door and as he's looking down at you, the tension of sharing a real kiss burning between the two of you, the elevator door opens and our comes Chelsea and her team.

"I'll see you in a few." Sam smiles, "have fun." 

You laugh slightly, nodding, "Your team will be up soon, too." 

He sighs, "Oh yeah. Don't remind me." He steps back to his door as Chelsea walks up, "Alright. We have only a short amount of time." 

"We have three hours?" You laugh and Chelsea looks at you with a serious look, "Like I said, short amount of time. Now scoot." 

She cracks a smile and you roll your eyes, laughing as you unlock your door. 

"So." She says as the door closes, "Things seem to be heating up between you and Mr. Co-star." 

You sit down in the chair, "Mm. I think they've been hot.. we just haven't really had time to think about them until now, you know?" 

She nods, brushing your hair, "Exactly." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Okay, now.. turn." She steps back and you turn, mouth falling open as you look at yourself in the mirror. 

Hair and makeup perfect. 

But the backless, v neck, deep rust orange colored dress that fits your body perfectly takes your breath away. 

The way it sparkles in the light is just beautiful. 

"Oh I love this." You twist to look at the back, "I love this." 

Chelsea laughs, "You said that, twice."

"And I'm going to keep saying it." You laugh, "What time is it?" 

She smiles as she checks her watch. Her smile fades, "Shit, time for you to go!" She hands you your bag with everything already in it, "Have fun tonight." She winks and walks over to open the door, "Let me know how it goes." 

You smile as you walk out, "I will. Don't you worry." 

You turn, stopping in your tracks when you see Sam standing there with his mouth slightly open. 

"Sam?" You laugh, "You okay? We gotta go." 

"They can wait, I just want to look at you for a second." Sam walks over, taking your hand in his so he can spin you around, "This is probably my favorite dress I've seen you in." 

Your cheeks grow a darker shade of the pink that's already dashed on them, "Sam." You brush hair from your face and look up at him as he walks in front of you, "You are gorgeous."

His eyes are on yours and you smile, "Thank you." 

Chelsea opens the door and Sam rolls his eyes slightly as he looks away. 

"What are you still doing here!? Go! Go go!" She shoos you away and Sam sighs as he pulls you with him, "She has the most.. impeccable timing." 

You laugh slightly, knowing he's being sarcastic, "Yeah. Tell me about it." 

Sam was wearing a black, long sleeve, knit turtle neck and it was tucked into his brown and black, simple plaid dress pants. Same glasses from this morning and black dress shoes. 

You step into the elevator, waving to Chelsea as her head is still outside of the door watching you, "Bye!" 

She waves, smiling as she shakes her head. The doors close and before you say anything, Sam turns you to him, pointer finger resting gently under your chin as he presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes close as you finally get that first kiss that's been burning to happen. 

He leans back, opening his eyes the same time you do and you both smile. 

"Sorry I just.. had to do that before anything else interrupted us." He laughs slightly, "I've been thinking about doing it all fucking day." 

You shake your head, "Don't ever say sorry for doing that." You pull him back in, your lips going onto his again. 

You step back, sliding your hand into arm. You look up at him, bringing your thumb up to wipe away the lipstick that slightly transferred onto his lips. 

He smirks and you smile as the doors open. Security greets you, "Ready?" 

You and Sam nod, "As ever." 

They lead you to the car, smiling and waving to the fans and all before you get in. Sam helps you with your dress and gets in. 

The door shuts and you look over at him, "So." 

He smirks, moving to lay a hand on your knee that's poking out of the one slit in your dress, "So.." 

Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes and you both lean in. Your hands messing up his hair as your fingers comb through it. 

His hand slipping under the fabric of your dress to pull you closer by your thigh. 

You've been wanting this. 

Needing this. 

But it wasn't just you. 

Sam has been dying to get his hands on you - off camera.

He kisses down your neck, fighting back the urge to leave a mark. He wanted the people to know that you were his, and as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to take away from the big night that surrounds the release of your movie. 

"Sam.." you breathe out, "Were almost there." 

"Mhm." He kisses back up to your lips, "I know." He presses a few kisses to your lips and leans back, holding your leg over his lap, "So does this mean you're mine now?" 

He smirks and you smile, catching your breath, "Oh yeah." You lean in, fixing his hair before pecking his lips, "Wendell was right, we're definitely making headlines." 

Sam chuckles fixing your dress, trying to get you to look as normal as you did before you entered the car. 

The car comes to a stop and Sam winks at you, "Let's do this, baby." 

The door opens, allowing the muffled screams to become loud. Sam steps out, repeating the process of helping you out. 

He makes sure you're good before moving out of the way, allowing the public to see you for the first time. 

The cameras flash. The people are screaming. 

You felt on top of the world, especially with Sam by your side. 

You walk up the carpet, Sam's arm around your waist, stopping on the marks for pictures. You'd walk ahead, getting single shots before turning around to wait for Sam. 

His hand slips into yours and that causes everyone to become curious. 

"Y/n!" The one reporter waves to you. You walk over, Sam still with you and she smiles, "You guys look phenomenal tonight!" 

You smile, "Thank you." 

Sam nods, "Thank you." 

"So I see a little hand holding action, does this mean what I'm assuming everyone else thinks?" She raises a brow and Sam leans in, "I'll just say this." He laughs, "You guys can think what you want, we know what we are." 

He winks and the reporter leans back, "Ohhh." She smirks, looking from Sam to you, "Girl. I'm jealous." 

You laugh, looking over to see other photographers waiting, "oh, we gotta go." 

"Gotta keep the line moving, right?" Sam shrugs with another laugh and you walk away, moving to the next mark.

As you're standing there getting your pictures taken, Sam's hand runs up your bare back, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

You turn your head, looking up at him and without hesitation, his finger is under your chin and his lips are on yours. 

The crowd. Goes. Nuts. 

Screaming. Crying. Flashes from the cameras. All at once. 

You smile within the kiss and turn, "Thank you!" You wave and walk into the theater. Everyone who's sitting down stands up to greet you and Sam, with clapping and whistling. 

You smile, waving to everyone in there before making your way to your seats. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·

You were smiles the whole time.

"Let's give another round of applause for our leading couple!" Wendell claps and everyone rises to their feet around you and Sam. 

Sam leans in, "I think it's a hit." He pecks your cheek, standing up to pull you to your feet. You look around, saying thank you for the people around you. 

Everyone was cheering. 

You really felt like you were on top of everything now. 

"To everyone on the list for the after party.." Wendell says and points, "I'll see ya there." He claps and walks out. 

You and Sam spend a few minutes making your way around to people, making small talk and getting praised. 

"You guys were absolutely incredible." A woman says taking your hand into hers, "The tension was almost like it was happening in real life and you used that to your advantage. I loved it." 

You smile, "We work very well together.." you glance over at Sam, who is smiling huge and taking pictures with a few people, "Don't we?" 

She embraces you in a hug and congratulates you again before walking away. You walk over to Sam, snaking your arm around his waist, "Ready? I need to change before we head to the party." 

"Chelsea isn't going to be there is she?" He huffs and you laugh, "No. I texted her to just leave my dress on the bed before she left this last time." 

"Good. Because I want some time with my girl before we're flocked again." He kisses your head and you walk back out to where the cameras are flashing and people are still screaming. 

You nod towards a group of people and he nods. You all over and the fans go wild. 

"Hi!" You say as you walk up to them. 

You and Sam sign a few things, take some pictures, chit chat for a quick second before making your way back to the car. 

As soon as the door is shut, Sam's hands are pulling you to him. 

You were basically in his lap. 

His hands squeeze your waist as your lips move with his. He moves your hips, causing you to grind down on him. 

A low groan escape his lips and you smirk, "Someone's rowdy." 

He scoffs, "You have no idea." His lips move down your neck, biting gently as his hand slides up your bare back, pressing into your skin. 

He lightly drags his nails down your back and you gasp quietly, exhaling as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. 

"Do we need to go to the party?" He asks lowly and you smile, "I mean.. we have to make somewhat of an appearance, right?" 

"Mmm." He groans, "I want you, so fucking bad." 

You glance back, "Take us straight to Jewel's please." 

The driver nods and you press the button that puts the partition up. You look back at Sam, "Now we got twenty minutes. Don't make a mess on my dress." 

"Deal." He pulls you in, kissing you as your hands move down to undo his belt. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress away. 

His fingers slip between your legs, rubbing your clit through your panties, "Wet already?" 

You unzip his pants, "See for yourself." 

You lift up slightly so he can push his pants down, freeing his cock. Your eyes move from his lap to his eyes as you shift forward. 

He slides your panties to the side and you sink down onto his cock. 

Your mouth falls open, pulling his hair as you feel him stretching you out. His hands grip your wait, pinning your dress up to keep it out of the way. 

"Fuck." He breathes out, "Better than pretending. That's for sure." He smiles, bucking his hips up slightly. 

You nod, "Oh, yeah. I agree." You whimper as you start to ride him, rising up and sinking back down. You roll your hips, moaning quietly as you rest your forehead against his 

He slides a hand up your back, dragging his nails down your back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as his hand wraps around your hair, pulling it to keep it back. 

Sam sucks a mark into your neck, moving down a little to suck another one. 

You clench around his cock, panting as you feel yourself building up to that knot in your stomach snapping. 

He wraps his other arm around your waist, moving to lay you down onto the seat. He picks up the thrusts, groaning into your neck. 

"Feels so fucking good." He moans out quietly, "Fuck, baby." 

You wrap your leg over his waist as your arms go around his neck, "Fuck, Sam, yes yes yes." You arch your back, head falling back as you fight back from moaning loudly. 

"Let go for me, baby." Sam whispers and you look up at him, locking eyes for a second before leaning your head up to close the space between your lips. 

You one hand moves to the side of his neck. He swallows your moans with ease as you grow closer and closer. 

"Come on, baby. Times almost up." Sam mumbles against your lips, "I wanna get you off first." 

That was enough. You throw your head back, moaning as you come undone around him. Pleasure taking over every single inch of your body as you cum. 

Sam's quick to follow as his thrusts grow sloppy and slow down gradually. 

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you look up at him, taking a deep breath before kissing him. 

"You're absolutely perfect in every. Single. Way." Sam smiles down at you and you can't help but shake your head, "I love you." 

He bites his lip, a smile still on his face, "I love you." 

There's a knock on the partition, "Pulling up now." 

"Shit." 

"Fuck." 

You and Sam quickly scramble to get fixed, "I'll just go straight to the bathroom." You laugh, "Are you good?" 

Sam nods, buckling his belt, "You have no idea." He laughs, brushing his hair with his fingers, "Are you?" 

You nod, "Let's go celebrate." 

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

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[genericpuff]

hi, i know the episode came out weeks ago, but i wanted to talk about ep 277 and your essay on it. i thought it was very well thought out and had brought up lots of concerns abt apollo's other victims and the harm persephone caused to others that i just. hadn't really thought about myself because honestly this webcomic is a BLUR to me LOL. thank you for writing these insights and putting them online for others to read ! i think you manage to keep a respectful distance to rachel [1/]

Yeah, regarding how the SA was handled...

I think Rachel did exactly as well as anyone might have expected someone like her to write a plotline like that.

Honestly if Rachel really did want to do the arrow thing, I think it would have worked WAY better if she had used the arrow of hate. First of all, because it had already been established back in S2 when it was shot at him by Psyche, but ALSO because making it an arrow of love confirmed that Eros literally did what Apollo asked despite the fact that he's Persephone's best friend and should have been more suspicious of what he was going to use it for. Why not just do a bait & switch where Apollo is under the impression that it's an arrow of love but Persephone trusts in her friend and pieces it together that it's probably an arrow of hate? It would also payoff the whole "news crew being nearby" thing (as well as all the other gods that just randomly showed up) because uh oh now they all see his true nature and he can't hide behind his lies anymore!

After all, as I mentioned in my previous post about this (the one I believe you're referring to) it's not like there wasn't already foreshadowing that Apollo was going to fall on his own sword the way of Mr Waternoose from Monster's Inc, he was already showing signs of cracking under the guilt that he was feeling towards how he treated Persephone/Eris/Hermes/etc. so why did it have to be Persephone taking a massive risk by sticking him with an arrow of love that still doesn't fully explain why he would even suddenly be a changed man? Loads of people like Apollo think they're in love / define their infatuation as love so I don't see how an arrow of love would suddenly make him empathetic to her pain. Especially when, again, he still begs her not to make him confess, so the guilt he's feeling is still completely empty and unmotivated.

I will leave this with one final thing that I saw the other day that very much reminded me of the Apollo SA plotline and I think it rings very true for the misdirected conclusion of the plot itself:

One of the biggest issues of the Apollo SA plotline, at least in my opinion, is that it never really gets to the root of why people like Apollo exist. There absolutely were strong foundations for this - he's the son of a guy who's known for being a serial cheater, he's popular and egotistical and is used to women wanting him, etc. - but all of those foundations kind of fell to the wayside in favor of turning Apollo into just another boogeyman, especially to lift Hades up as a "good man" by comparison (when Hades himself also falls on this spectrum). But many people like Apollo aren't just random guys in an alleyway or conspiring with some "higher power" that's manipulating them, they're men who fundamentally do not understand consent and assault on the varying spectrums in which it exists from "SA just exists, oh well" passiveness to "I'm an actual monster who gets pleasure out of victimizing women" aggressiveness. I think there's a lot to discuss about how people like Apollo exist WITHOUT sympathizing with them, but LO manages to do neither - not only does it give us uncomfortable and unnecessary looks into the rapist's POV more than we get the victims, but it does it in a way that doesn't actually address the issue of how people like Apollo come to be, it's just "Apollo is the big evil boogeyman who raped Persephone". Not only does it not actually put enough focus on the victims, but it reduces the societal and cultural complexities of where Apollo's brand of egotistical entitlement comes from to just "some guys just be evil like that". Guys like Apollo don't just come out of the womb like that, they're often shaped into what they are by a society that both excuses them for awful behavior towards girls ("Boys will be boys!") and enables - if not outright encourages - them to objectify women as trophies that they're entitled to. Even the seemingly innocent and sentimental practice of "giving away a bride" at a wedding is rooted in these patriarchal systems, with the belief that a woman first "belongs" to her father before being "given to" her husband.

It's the part of feminism that often gets overlooked - it's not just about uplifting female voices and helping survivors speak up about and heal from SA, it's also about deconstructing and challenging the patriarchal systems that lead to SA victims being created in the first place. Sure, Apollo got sentenced to building temples in the Mortal Realm, but what is that actually doing to address the bigger topic of how men like him come to exist in the first place? Especially when it was also treated as a good thing for TGOEM to be disbanded, instead of, idk... reworking it into a women's support group for survivors like Persephone?

IDK, it's a very complicated subject that you can approach from a million different angles, I don't think that my criticizing it should outweigh the opinions of those who were satisfied with the punishment that was given to Apollo (my saying the SA plotline sucked doesn't mean you're not allowed to find your own validation in it) but I do think that, at best, Rachel ended the SA plotline the only way she could because she herself is just not equipped to tackle such broad subjects that require a lot more education, experience, and nuance than what she's capable of writing. There are definitely 1298423108 better ways that plotline could have been resolved, but not with Rachel Smythe at the helm.

And that's my many cents on that.

[hellisharchive]

﹒﹒﹒saintly guardian

➤ Your life could be better, but you were alive, that's all that mattered. After an extremely shitty day, you were shocked as an angel appeared in your livingroom claiming to be your new guardian angel from Heaven. At least he was cute

➤ 18+, implied sex, accidental voyeurism

➤ Saint Peter x human!GN!reader

➤ This is a long one! Hope you enjoy! Also my shit is never beta read so forgive any mistakes

You sighed loudly as you collapsed on your couch, so glad to finally be home after one of the worst days you've had in a while. Digging into your food, you browsed Netflix trying to find something good to watch so you could just sit back, eat, and relax. Even though you had an entire watchlist, nothing seemed appealing as you just threw on a movie you already watched ages ago just to have something on.

After finishing your food, you walked into the kitchen that was just a few steps away as your apartment was a studio, you put the dishes in the sink to clean later and refilled your drink. As you poured the liquid into the cup, a bright light suddenly engulfed you, causing you to flinch and get your drink all over the counter and floor. Covering your eyes, you gripped the glass as you wondered what the hell was that? After a few seconds, you deemed it to be safe and slowly removed one hand and opened your eye. Turning around, you gasped as you saw what looked to be an angel with white blonde hair and a worried expression looking at you. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"I'm sorry if I scared you! I didn't mean to are you ok?" The last sentence was rushed as he panicked, quickly walking over and making sure you're alright as he gently grabbed your shoulders. What was going on? Removing your other hand and opening your other eye, you just stared in shock and awe. You were nervous, very nervous. Were you dreaming? Did you die somehow? Your breathing got heavy as your mind raced with a million different possibilities when the angel cupped your face and spoke to you again, making sure you were looking at him.

"Hey, hey don't be scared! Oh Peter it's your first day as a guardian angel and you already scared your human..." He spoke to himself, very scared himself that he scared you. Wait- guardian angel?

"You're my...guardian angel?" You stared at him in even more shock. Angels are real. Guardian angels are real. And he was yours. Who even was he? You placed your hands on his shoulders as he smiled, it was a soft and awkward smile.

"Yes! Angels are sent down to Earth to watch over humans every so often to make sure they're on a path set for Heaven! You just so happened to be my assignment this time!" His mood instantly switched to happy and excited to talk about why he was sent down. You still were in a state of shock, slowly calming down from the inital scare as he removed his hands from your face and grabbed yours from his shoulders, holding them. The hold was firm yet gentle.

"And if this isn't all some dream...what is your name? Can I know the name of my guardian angel?" You spoke carefully, almost as if speaking any louder would fracture this whole interaction and you would wake up passed out on the couch. He then let your hands go and you started to mess with your fingers, biting your lip as you waited for his answer.

"Saint Peter" Saint Peter...that name was familiar. Wait- was this the same Saint Peter from the bible? You were familiar with Christianity but wasn't a believer, however you still couldn't fully believe depsite an angel straight up holding you.

"Oh well...my name is ___. Although, you probably knew that" You cracked a small smile yourself, the tension finally snapping and you started to accept the fact that this was real. There was no way you were tripping, you never did any hard drugs and barely drank alcohol, you were completely sober.

"Yeah, I uh...I did. Sorry if that's weird! I just-"

"No, no! It's fine! I would expect Heaven to know everything about me...God at least...or the other angels. Honestly you appearing out of nowhere was the weirdest thing that happened in my entire life so, you knowing my name is nothing" You chuckled and you watched as he chuckled with. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, you realized that he was incredibly cute. He was adorable!

"I'm still so sorry about that! This is the first time I ever was assigned to someone so...I got a little excited! Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" God- can you still say that?- he was the cutest thing ever. Oh no, were you forming a crush on him? On an angel? Your guardian angel?

"Hello? Are you there?" Peter's voice awakened you from your thoughts, shaking your head, you realized he was only a few inches from your face. Flustering and face warming, you jumped back and held your chest, damn! He was close! Too close!

"Oh shit I'm so sorry again! You weren't responding and I got concerned because you were staring off into space and I can't believe I scared my human again and-" You placed a hand on his shoulder as he started to ramble and look at the floor and you gave him a warm smile.

"It's ok Peter! You just wanted to make sure I was alright and you're new at this. If it makes you feel better- I'm glad I was your first assignment" His face went from anxious to awe, he stared at you with wide eyes and pale face turning to gold. Did angels have gold blood? Was he blushing?

"I- t-thank you! But seriously, if there's anything I can do to make up for scaring you twice now, please let me know!" He was so insistent on making it up to you, it made your heart do flips and butterflies form in your stomach. He might have been the only angel you've met, but he was certainly the cutest.

"I'll get back to you on that"

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One month had passed since Saint Peter revealed himself as your guardian angel and your life hadn't gotten any better, well, it still sucked but he was always there to cheer you up. You couldn't help but slowly form an all-consuming crush on him, how couldn't you? He was the most pure being you ever met and he was always there to make you feel better after a bad day.

However, the crush didn't stop there. It turned into something so downright sinful you couldn't bear to let Peter know that you wanted to fuck him. But how could you not? He was so innocent and pure it made your heart do flips and butterflies always swarmed in your stomach when he was around. Honestly it was hard not to just grab him and kiss him and touch him. But you didn't want him to do things he wasn't comfortable with and without consent. And you also didn't want to risk going to hell. So you kept it secret and all your rather...intimate nights alone thinking about him.

The day was going normal, it was a day without Peter as he didn't stay with you 24/7 but that wasn't a big deal. Sure, you missed him a lot when he was gone, but you're sure he had duties back up in Heaven too. You sighed as you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone before becoming bored of that and tossing it on the couch. You stare at it as you pick up the remote and try to find something on the TV to watch, also ending up being in a mindless state of searching. Then, you thought of Peter and how adorable he was, and then, you were horny.

"Fuck" You cursed at how easily you got horny, especially for him. You had a choice- be pent up and force yourself to not masturbate, or masturbate. "Shit," standing up, you tossed the remote on the counter and grabbed your phone, heading to your bedroom.

Shutting the door, you sighed and put your phone on the nightstand before opening the drawer to reveal the plethora of sex toys. It was a decent amount- you had needs that needed met. However shamefully, you had gotten a few more because of Peter. Laying down and leaning back on your pillows, you had grabbed one and placed it on your sex, turning it on and biting your lip as you started to masturbate. Moaning Peter's name, you thought of him and it made you feel so dirty.

Unfortunately, you didn't hear the door open until it was too late, the sound of gasping made you freeze. Wiping your head up, you saw as a panicking Peter had covered his eyes and turned away from you in the doorway.

"I'm so sorry I heard you call my name and I thought you were calling for me I'm so sorry!" The poor angel was entirely gold- he did mention that angels have gold blood- as he blushed at the fact that he caught you masturbating about him. Now you're the panicking one as you shove the toy away under your sheets. You couldn't bring yourself to say a single word before you watched him hurry away, however, you brought yourself to say one.

"Wait!" You held out your hand as he froze, breathing heavy, you said it again as you considered carefully about what you were going to say.

"I'm the one that should be sorry! I-I never should have thought about you like that...I...understand if you don't want to be my assignment anymore..." Shame flushed through your veins as the weight of the situation finally hit. This wasn't some silly crush for a normal human guy- it was of an angel who was the most purest being you had ever known. He probably thinks you're disgusting now, someone that does deserve to go Hell. It was silent for a good while, you're not sure for how long, but the one who broke it was Peter.

"I...you're not the only one. And it's wrong I know I know!" He turned and removed his hands from his face, causing you to stare at shock at what he said. He felt the same?

"Angels should never fall for humans but you were so cute and I just had these dirty thoughts I couldn't get rid of and-" He was speaking so fast but you managed to cut him off before he could ramble even more.

"And why can't you get rid of them?" You teased, confidence suddenly rising as you smirked at the angel. Crawling towards him on the bed, he stood completely still as you got closer, wearing nothing but your shirt.

"I-uhm you just do something to me I don't know why! You're adorable and attractive and I just...I shouldn't...pleasure myself it's wrong!" Bless his soul...you pat the bed and said "come here" Peter gulped as he obeyed, soon standing right up against the edge. He stared at you like a deer in headlights and it was the cutest thing. Then, you decided to be bold. You rushed up and grabbed his neck, pulling him into a kiss. At first he didn't move, then he started to kiss back a little. You could tell he didn't have much experience with other people if any at all. Your heart was beating as fast as can be as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. After a few minutes, you pulled away, completely out of breath and he was too. Taking his arms off of you, he looked down at his mouth before putting one of his hands up to lightly touch his lips.

"I think I'm in love with you" You barely heard it, but it made your heart swell. That was your key to grab him again and drag him down, kissing him even more than before running your hands through his hair. This time, he was more eager to kiss you back, he was ready.

"Call this the favor. You're not going to be able to walk after tonight"

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You awoke not with nobody by your side, but with your guardian angel all deshelved sleeping so soundly. That was the best sleep of your life. You had to untangle your body from his as you quietly shuffled to the bathroom to pee. You almost didn't want to leave him, but your bladder was too loud to ignore. Kissing his forehead, you made your way to the kitchen with only a large shirt on as you started to make breakfast.

The smell must have woken Peter up as he walked into the kitchen as well, yawning and rubbing his eye. Hair all down and messy, one wing up and one wing down, and his body was covered in your marks from last night and he was wearing nothing but his underwear he must have shrugged them on as they weren't even on all the way. Smiling, you watched as he sleepily slid into a dinning room chair.

"Good morning, my sweet angel"

[imraespace]

LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE ─

─ WITH RIN ITOSHI !!

"I dare you."

"No."

"Triple dare you!"

"..."

"Ohh Rin!!"

"MEGURU!"

You shoved your hand in the boy's face, looking around to see if anyone heard him but everyone else was too focused on their own conversations, thankfully.

Your eyes landed on Rin's spot and realized that he isn't there.

You let out a sigh of relief and sat back down, glaring at the laughing male, who sits on your desk.

As of right now, Meguru is trying to get you to step inside of the library and find textbooks for HIMSELF along with Yoichi.

You promised your friends that you would help them with the areas they are currently struggling in but no one has yet to move to gather the materials.

Of course, Yoichi will browse around to find something that might help him, but Meguru wants you to personally see what will help him, AND physically help him as well.

And he's using his knowledge about you, against you.

"Hmm, yummy sweets, all for me!!?" He taunted, digging his hand into your bag.

"OKAY FINE!"

And with that, you stomped out of your classroom, looking back to see if Meguru actually ate any of your sweets.. He did, but at least it was only one.

It was an early school morning, normally you would arrive at school late, but these days you three arrive at the time you normally start to get ready.

So there are some new things you get to see like you noticed how Rin isn't present in the class in the early mornings, but always arrives late. He's in the school building because his shoes are switched in the cupboard.

Mindlessly walking, making your way to the library building, you had to step out of the main building but thankfully the field is near the area because if it wasn't, you wouldn't get to see the view you accidentally caught a glimpse at, it wasn't your fault honestly.

You stepped out, letting the morning sun soak into your body. It was a nice feeling. A few students passed by, some talking to their peers or some just exiting the library building.

Whoever's on the field right now was a bit too into their zone as suddenly a ball came rolling towards you and collided with your legs. It wasn't a forceful hit but it was enough to nudge you a bit.

Your eyes looked down at the football, that lays next to you. You looked up to see who was the culprit of the accident and found it to be Rin.

He was panting, a bit sweaty, and looking right at you. He was practicing early before school. Damn, just thinking about how much dedication he puts into this sport makes you wonder how much dedication he will put into his girlfriend.. Just thinking about it is making you blush like crazy.

Wait, he's making his way here, the ball!

Stopping your crazy delusions, you grabbed the ball from your feet and slowly brought it up to your face, inching it more and more to hide the heat on your face as he came closer. Your stupid thoughts..

"Sorry.."

"Huh?"

"For that." He said, gesturing at the ball.

"Oh, it's okay, I promise." You told him, smiling as if he could see it through the ball.

You gripped on the ball for a bit, he's waiting for it.

He's waiting for the ball, but the more you stare at him, the way his breathing slows down, and how that one strand sticks to his hair. Oh look at his eyes, they're staring down right at you, not to mention those eyelashes you're jealous of.. for many reasons now. Finally, the uniform that hugged his form so perfectly, you wished it was you.. WHAT?

On the inside a bomb just blew up, on the outside, you're finally giving him the ball, with a bit of force though. It caught you off guard, so you opened your mouth to make up some excuse. Yeah totally..

"Sorry! I was just admiring how much you put into football, y'know? Just thinking about it makes you seem so hot- WHAT! I mean, it's hot.. out here.. so.." Woah! How embarrassing can you be!!?

LUCKILY FOR YOU, Rin paid no mind to your words, just agreed to it.

"It is hot."

"It is.. like me." You muttered. Now he's staring at you, nodding.. NODDING?

"Yeah, you're sweating." Oh, he meant it like that.

"You too."

"Because I'm practicing."

"Yeah, I know."

Not a conversation you wished to have with Rin but at least it's one!

"Okay.. I'm gonna go to the library, have fun practicing!" And with that you ran off, leaving him alone with the ball in his hand.

He sighed, staring at your back.

He forgot to give you that silly sticky note. Again. As in the third day.

For some reason, for the past few days, after that one lunchtime you came to visit the team, you annoyingly caught his attention.

It's annoying and confusing the poor boy. Before he barely acknowledged your presence, you were in class and that's all. He only knew your name because it was the first in all subjects, that's all. So why now, all of a sudden, you're in his head?

Ever since that stupid shit you did with Yoichi's name on a note you gave him, he thought of you as weird and annoying. Then you began to open your mouth, admiring this and that, something he hadn't heard of from anyone besides his brother probably.

You're noticing the small things like his morning practice, and his empty water bottles all because you admire him.

Not only that, ever since you were given the role of helper in this team your whole behavior shifted, asking random questions and making friends. Just before that big match you always slept in class and never moved an inch. Is that why you maybe caught his attention?

Rin is so into his own motives and doings that these random thoughts that sneaked up on him is confusing him. Just before you apologized to him his mind was straight and set. Not anymore and he doesn't know why.

"HYOMA!!" Your loud voice alerted the boy on the field.

━ 12:30 PM

They haven't started practice as yet and so before they did, you had a deed to do.

Hyoma, who was in the middle of braiding his hair, turned around to face you as your ran up to him.

"Last night I was bored and made some sweets and I made your favorite so this is your share!" You told him.

"Homemade food from a lady?" Otoya perked into the conversation.

"Yeah what about it?"

"Your fruit sando was tasty." A voice from behind said.

You turned around and saw that it was Gagamaru. He's one of your new friends on the team, he helped you save a stray cat!

"Thanks Maru, but I only planned on giving this to Hyo." You confessed.

The males around you let out a series of groans, which didn't affect Hyoma!

"Thank you Y/N." He said with a smile, which caused you to return it.

"Are you sharing that?" Otoya asked your friend.

"No."

You laughed a bit.

"How about tomorrow I bring more?" You suggested.

"You're offering your Karinto Manjuu to them?" Hyoma complained.

It caused a small smile to form naturally on your face.

"Okay I won't, but I will bring something else tomorrow then."

"Okay!"

With that, you left them to do their kicking of balls and thought it was best to visit the library to find any books related to baking or sweets, your favorite hobby.

Without your knowledge, familiar piercing eyes followed your movement as you made your way toward the building, remembering this morning's event.

His ears listened to his teammates' praises for your sweets, and now it's piqued his interest a bit.

You made it to the library and began your search for some bakery-related books.

You scanned every row, touching every spine of the books as your finger passed by it. You stopped in your tracks as your ears picked up on some students conversing.

"..L/N."

Huh? You?

You stood still as a statue, not making a sound. to hear what they were talking about.

"You know her? Same! I heard she might visit Japan soon."

"Same!"

The voices died down as they walked away, completely ignoring their surrounds and carrying on with their day.

But you stood there confused, until it hit you.

"No way.." You mumbled.

They won't ever come back. You sighed, pushing the thoughts away, and went back to your original plan here, look for sweets.

..Fruit Tart, Sherbert, Canulé, Éclair, Madeleine..

Those are the ones you're mostly familiar with because she always made them for you. With a smile on her face, she would always help you make desserts. But he always used to complain about too many sweets..

What's wrong with munching on the happiness here on hand? Just the thought of munching on those yummy sweets brings a smile to your face.

The same smile that formed when your eyes landed on a book filled with desserts.

"Found one!"

You grabbed the thick book and made your way to a table, off to Candy Land to find one sweet treat.

Your eyes scanned the pages, turning them one by one as time passed by until you found one.

Why not cheesecake? A strawberry one.

Feeling content with your new plan, you put the book back in its original place and left the library.

━ 10:01 PM

".. Can't believe I'm saying this but go to bed."

You looked up from your phone and saw Reo.

"I will."

"Okay.." He muttered.

You planned on making this cheesecake earlier as soon as you came home from school but you had your afternoon nap until 9 PM. Who's fault is that?

So now you're making the cake!

You stared at the recipe in your hand. You went digging in your recipe cards and found the one you had for cheesecake.

All the items that are needed is right in front of you, all you need to do is to start the process.

You got the biscuits of whatever choice and placed it in a zip-lock bag then got your rolling pin and took your anger out on it!

Too into it, you failed to notice the sleepy Reo sneaking up behind you.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT 10 PM!?" He asked you, with a bit of attitude.

"Well as you can see, I'm making cheesecake!" You answered him, pointing at your station.

"Why at 10PM you decided to do this?"

"It's for your team."

He sighed then walked away, back into his room.

And so you too went back beating it!

The rest was easy, you decided to make two cakes and now it's chilling in the fridge, finally you can get some sleep!

━ 6:09 AM

"Y/N?"

You turned your head in the direction of your name and saw the one and only Otoya!

Your face lit up as soon as you saw one of the people you were looking for.

He noticed your other bag and began to approach you.

"Do you need help with that?" He asked, already motioning to grab it but you were quicker and shoved your hand inside.

There, you grabbed the cheesecake that you neatly placed in small boxes, where did you get the boxes? From a store duh!

Anyways, you pulled it out and both Otoya and yourself were greeted with a box in your hand!

"What's that?" He asked you.

You gave him it and then signal to him to open it.

His face lit up a bit when his eyes landed on the treat, that was gifted to him by you!

"For me!?" He exclaimed.

"I made for everyone, but yeah that one is for you." You stated.

Out of the blue, his hand found its way around your shoulder and a smirk was formed on his face.

"So.. how about we-"

"Y/N!" Nevermind, he was cut off by Meguru!

You took his hand off of you and ran towards your hyper friend. Sadly, Otoya was left alone but oh well!

Your hand entered your bag and pulled out the treat for your friend.

"For you." You confessed, with a bright smile.

Meguru accepted it, the same smile on his face, and turned around, looking for someone.

It was Yoichi!

His smile grew a bit larger when his eyes landed on his friends.

As usual, you dug for the treat and placed it in his hand.

"What's this?" He asked, eyeing the box with interest.

"Cheesecake."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, what he said!" Meguru added.

Yoichi looked around, visibly ignoring Otoya as he noticed that he already had a box in his hand.

"Are you giving it out to everyone on the team?" He asked you.

You nodded at his words, scanning the area for anyone else. Of course, there's one place where you're guaranteed a teammate there but you decided to go there last.

"Then let's help you, c'mon!" Meguru suggested, grabbing your bag and running off.

"WAIT."

Their help was needed as a lot got done, and you even made friends with Hiori!

You draw sparkles on Aryu's box before handing it over to him, for no reason of course.

As normal, Barou had his attitude but he accepted your gift, next time you might give him a sponge so he can appreciate your kindness.

You found Gagamaru in a tree but he got his portion as well!

You forgot that your roommates are also on the team, so you personally visited them.

Upon entering their class, Hyoma was in there, which made things easier.

Seishiro was first to notice you because the door interrupted his train of focus towards his game.

"Hi." He simply said, greeted you.

You gave him a small smile and placed the box on his desk.

"Is that the cheesecake you were packing this morning?" He asked.

"Yes it is, that's yours." You pointed out. He nodded and then returned to his game.

Reo and Hyoma on the other hand approached you.

"You actually made it for them?" Hyoma muttered, taking his share.

"You were up at 10 PM making cheesecake for them?" Reo also muttered, but this one has an annoyed tone to it.

"Yep!" You exclaimed, with a smile and gave him his piece, then made your escape.

You had three more pieces, so you made your way to Anri's office to give her two, one for herself and for Ego.

You knocked on her door, which she gave you access to enter and you were greeted with her pleasant smile.

You placed the boxes on her desk, which confused her but you explained everything to her.

So of course she thanked you, with a hug and after a small conversation, you said goodbyes and left the office.

Now finally, the one person you avoided.

Nervously, you made your way to the field. Before you did things for him like fill his water bottle with ease so why are you nervous?

Is it because last time he squashed your treat? Ha totally not..!

Well.. This time you both have a somewhat acquaintance, so he will accept it anyways right!

Whatever, with all that nervous thinking, you mindlessly made it to the field anyways.

He was there, practicing his heart away, only focusing on getting better and not you nor your treat, so you should walk away!

Nevermind, he turned around. He stopped in his tracks, eyes lingering on your body for a bit, which caused some heat on your cheeks. You sighed and made your way towards him.

His eyes landed on the box in your hand, then back to your face.

"I don't know if you remembered from yesterday.. but I made this for everyone so.." With each word you muttered, it got softer and softer until he couldn't hear you anymore, but he got the idea.

You stared at the grass on the floor, holding the box with sweaty palms.

He waited a bit for you to gave him the box, but with your eyes on the floor and not on him, you failed to notice that.

So he took it upon himself to get the box from you, gently prying it out of your hand, which caused your fingers to touch a bit. It took you out of your staring contest with the grass and focused on the box in his hand.

"Thanks.." He muttered and made his way over towards his bag and placed it inside.

No squashed treat this time, which caused a warm feeling to appear in your chest.

You slightly waved goodbye, and ran away, with a smile on your face.

When you finally left, leaving him alone, he stared at the cake for a bit and he wondered how your cooking tasted. He remembered everyone praising it but because of circumstances, he couldn't taste it.

He sighed, returning to his practice. He will enjoy the flavor later in the day.

## LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE. --

╴“ WITH RIN ITOSHI?? „

ฅ^._.^ฅ : some things about y/n !! she mostly sleeps through the day, only does stuff IF needed !! with her given gift of being effortlessly smart , all she does in her free time is : nap , eat , sleep. hmm what if.. one day y/n develops a crush and now has to ACTUALLY work to achieve a goal ? : date rin itoshi !!

14 // 16

note: idk if you've noticed so far but the fic gonna have y/n lore soon with her parents hehehehhe..

TAGLIST: @deezy12299 @kuroronana @khoiyyu @swagkittybear @shidousprincess @starbarfbunni @jealovsie @imtiredmf @hainge (OPEN)

! if you didn't get tag, that means your acc didn't show up :(

-`♥︎´- for this story, i'm trying a something new, which includes words/phrases, foods and hometowns from japan and germany. if there's any errors please point it out !

-`♥︎´- word count :2.8K

[eldritch-spouse]

[There's something in my drafts I'm hardly going to finish, so I'll just leave this here.]

Full: Option 1; Option 2

TW: Degradation; Public humiliation

You meet behind the local mall.

The same one he first stalked you in, of course. You're a sentimental sap, after all, but it also helps you remember to not feel bad about anything you do to Patches. He's just a creep, always been one, and creeps don't deserve anything.

Certainly not when they arrive 10 minutes after the scheduled time.

You watch him meekly trudge towards you, slightly shadowed by the more secluded nature of this location. Patches has the decency to look embarrassed, rubbing his own arm and refusing to make eye contact while his old boots all but drag on the rocky ground.

He listened to your advice from last time, at least, making an effort to look more normal by wearing only his shirt and pants. Putting aside the garish shoe wear and the fucking ridiculous hat he refuses to part ways with, he could almost blend in well enough with other monsters.

This style of clothing isn't his preference, if the way he's shrinking even more into himself is any indication.

" Oh goodie, look who finally decided to show up! "

The dullahan immediately starts scratching at the bold veins on his arms, irritating the pockets of magic beneath his skin.

" I- I'm so sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to be late- It's- My... " He chokes a little. " My work... There was a- "

" Did I ask for excuses? "

Your tone is your most powerful weapon. In the flip of a switch, sugary, sardonic babying can become a bitter, chilling warning. It always seems to catch the undead's breath.

" No, ma'am... "

" You know, this happens a lot Patches. I'm starting to think that maybe you don't want to see me at all. "

The words make him panic, wide sockets peeking from his downturned hat to gouge the seriousness of your words.

" Ne- Never never! I lov- "

" Then don't waste my time. " You smile. " Are you getting cocky because I happen to find you mildly entertaining? Do you think you have a shot with any woman out there? " You speak as if you're addressing a crippled animal. " Oh, you dumb little thing, there's nothing in that head except seeds, hm? "

There's already some color around his face. " ... Yes, ma'am. "

" Good. " Your hand reaches to pet him under the chin. " Good boy, we keep our expectations in reality, don't we? We know you're just a loser, and losers don't get to waste anyone's time. That's rude, isn't it? "

Just this once, you allow him to nod instead of verbally answering.

There's a silent beat, before one stocking clad leg raises and your heel collides with his knee, sending the monster tumbling down. It wasn't a particularly strong hit, just something to make him smarten up.

Properly trained, Patches stays down, looking up at you with poorly masked anticipation.

" Well come on, dummy. " A foot taps against the ground, shiny black pumps that he bought you, with a small moon-shaped jewel on the front. They're pretty, his eyes twinkle with happiness just looking at them on your feet. " We're not going home until I feel like you're sorry enough. "

Patches knows what to do. He flattens to the ground like no more than a worm. Anyone could realistically pass by this nook and see him prostrated before some woman, slimy green tongue out to polish already spotless shoes.

Annoyed, you swat that large hat away, putting it on yourself instead.

" My hat-! "

" How am I supposed to know if you're doing a good job if I can't see you? " He looks back down, defeated. " God, you're so stupid. "

That gets him to work. The dullahan is nothing if not dedicated, quickly getting into the task. He lavishes the sides of your pumps, tongue flirting with your skin and hands twitching on concrete when you warningly 'tsk'. The length of them is peppered in carved kisses, and he pays special attention to the jewels, huffing with what you already know to be pure neediness. His drool leaves a translucent yet slightly green sheen behind, which looks almost pretty under the light.

Or maybe you're just mildly depraved.

Not as much as Patches, at least.

" What a good job you're doing down there! " You coo, the same way you would at a golden retriever that just handed you its paw. " You've always been good at this, maybe it should be your new profession, hah. "

He makes some kind of breathy mewl, now just retracing his earlier work. You figure that's enough for now.

" Okay okay, stop, I can almost forgive you. "

Patches looks back up at you. " Almost M- Ma'am? "

" Stick your tongue out. "

He does, a rather lengthy magical muscle protruding from that gourd head. You suppose, had you the means to, you'd also give yourself a rather large tongue.

" On the ground. "

The undead makes a face, lowering it as told and likely getting a nasty flavorful of whatever filth has touched the concrete before.

One heel rises, the flat end of your sole perching against his face, the pointed end swiftly descending into that exposed clapper. You make sure to grind it in, sink it, hearing his garbled cries as Patches instinctively tries to retract his tongue. He doesn't know what to do with his own head while trapped like this, the lights in his sockets blurring when tears form around the edges, painting his face.

You don't stop until he's sobbing quietly, shaking yet defeated.

" There we go. I think I can like you again. You're always so obedient... "

Your heel punctured deep enough that you kind of have to give it a shake to release the dullahan's tongue. He makes another pained whine before moving back, holding the damaged muscle as it limply hangs off his wide mouth. It's a tad dirty, but the most striking detail is the hole on top of its flat surface, oozing some kind of thick gel that you can't quite call blood.

He rises awkwardly, back still curved, trying to wipe his own summoned tongue clean before putting it back in his mouth and swallowing his own magic.

" Huh, you could almost pierce it, pumpkin. I bet that'd look good on you. "

And like the flattery-hungry loser he is, Patches smiles faintly through the pain.

Your eyes rake down and find what comes as no surprise. He's already more than hard. In a way, it's kind of better this way, not having to work at all to get him in such a shameful state. You could give Patches a look, and he'd probably begin chubbing in seconds. The problem is keeping it that way, and preventing him from getting excited enough to end things prematurely. Your new pet won't become a disappointment, surely. Not if his discipline continues.

A decently sized cock strains against the tight fabric of his pants, already forming an unsightly patch -Hah- of wetness. You've always liked one thing about him. Well, that's a lie, you enjoy lots of things about Patches. But- The way the prominent veins along his body continue into his endowment is also very pleasing. It makes you want to hurry things along, in spite of your modus operandi of grinding out the maximum potential of every second in these encounters.

" Try not to ruin your pants before we get home, okay sweetie? " You mock. " Did you bring it, by the way? "

The dullahan nods frantically, waving his hands in front of him in a specific pattern that, upon the snap of his index and middle finger, summons forth a collar.

This velvet dark green circle with intricate leaf patterns on its exterior. Two small white jewels frame the silver hoop where the chained leash in your purse attaches. You spent some time designing this beautiful adornment, more time than he deserves really, oh but it's in your nature to be a perfectionist. There were some hiccups. Particularly around the fact that dullahans are apparently frightened by gold... Your first purchase was trashed immediately, needless to say.

Last time you met, Patches had forgotten his collar. This was a grave offense to you, punishable by sharply diminishing his time with you. See, to truly punish this undead, you can't just promise him pain or ruined pleasure, he enjoys those. To upset him, to make consequences tangible, you deny him your time- And it's wonderfully effective!

Exhibit A, Patches has remembered to bring his collar today, after the previous session lasting only half an hour.

" Good boy! Perfect. See? You can learn. " He actually preens at that. " Now put it on. "

When you clip the leash to the monster, he's staring deep into your eyes, sockets pulsing heart-shaped lights as his breath becomes shallow and hot. Oh yeah, he's checking out already.

Good.

" Walk. "

[ilovepinof]

HI! I’m currently making a Dnp Youtube playlist so I can fully introduce them to my mother (since shes going to TIT with me). Do you have any favorites/recommendations??

I’m adding more post hiatus vids since thats the energy we’re mostly getting on tour, but i’ll take anything :]

A silly bonus: The other day I gave her a short rundown of the timeline, and she pauses me and goes “Oh they live together?”, and I said yes expecting her to inquire further but she just went “Very nice.” 😭😭😭 so either shes completely clueless on the dynamic or understood it immediately, but I found that funny.

(I literally saw a big post about this yesterday I wish I could find it but alas I will try to give my best suggestions)

This post can be useful for anyone who has friends/family going to TIT with them that may not know much about Dan and Phil!

This post could also be useful to share with any friends who want to get into Dan and Phil

Feel free to pick and choose, you obviously don't have to watch every single one of these with your TIT buddy.

Category 1: Dan and Phil Lore - There are a few current videos that can give insight into past&present Dan and Phil lore without having to go super duper in-depth with her about everything.

Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! #1 - I feel like anyone whos seeing TIT should be aware of Pinof lore but maybe thats just me because...I mean look at my username. I think watching PINOF react #1 is good enough because its the core trilogy and explains their origins well

Are Dan and Phil Connected? - I'd describe this video as taking a ton of shots of Dan and Phil lore rapidly at once, though she wouldn't understand everything she could at least begin to know stuff!

Both Pizza Mukbangs!! Here is mukbang 1 & here is mukbang 2. I feel like these two videos really encompass a lot of what Dan and Phil have gone through in the last few years and lay a good foundation of the tour.

Halloween Baking - SLIME AND SADDNESS CINNAMON ROLLS - Dan and Phil baking is a core part of Dan and Phil content and cannot be missed. This one doubles as a fun activity! You can bake and watch Dan and Phil together! Me and my (non phannie) partner did this and it was so much fun.

Any WDAPTEO - Heres a link to the most recent one

One final option in this category would be either of the dnp react to phan twt videos because it would explain the fans more but I don't feel as if this is necessary.

Category 2: Dan vs Phil - I feel like Dan vs Phil really shows a lot about their individual characters and dynamics. I'd start her off with these videos to get her into the world of Dan and Phil a little. Here are the ones I suggest.

Dan vs Phil IS BACK! Switch Sports

Is Dan smarter than Phil?

Dan vs Phil - FALL GUYS!

PARTIAL KITCHEN REVEAL SHUFFLEBOARD SHOWDOWN!

Category 3: Misc - Videos that I could not fill a full category for but I think would still be good.

This game ended our friendship - Bread and Fred - In a similar way that I feel like Dan vs Phil shows their dynamics well, I think it's important to also show the chaos of their team work. This one was one of my favs I rewatched it so much.

Who is the liar? Dan Phil or Pj - Whats a better way to get to know someone than Dan and Phil with one of their good friends? I highly suggest any Dan Phil Pj Soph video!!

GOLF WITH SLITS - Dan and Phil Play: Golf with Friends #9 - An iconic channel series.

Category 4: (some of) ILOVEPINOF's fav comeback videos - These videos were just my personal favorites. Think of this list as kind of "extra things you could watch" because they're all reallly good videos in my opinion.

Dan and Phil's raging Trombones

Trunk Dexting with Pan and Dhil

Dan and Phil Dress Each Other

Forcing Dan to Watch MORE Tiktok Likes

THE BACHELOR PARTY - Dan and Phil play The Sims 4: Season 2 #5

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello! I've recently taken the plunge and downloaded Ridgeside village for one of my save files. I'm enjoying it so far and I am eyeing some of the romanceable candidates 👀.

So I was wondering, you know the ask a while back about the farmer being oblivious to all of the bachelor and bachelorette's being in love with them? Could you do the same with the Ridgeside characters? And maybe expanded?

Eyyyyy glad you liked the Ridgeside Village mod, dear anon ☺️

I've added both SVE and RSV candidates as well. Sorry if the headcanon came out a bit stilted (wasn't sure what the best format was lol). Thanks for the ask and enjoy 💕

RSV bachelors/ettes with oblivious Farmer:

After the young Pelican Town candidates failed miserably to win the heart of Farmer, who must be the most oblivious person in the world, the bachelors and bachelorettes of Ridgeside Village decided that their time had finally come. They're the ones who can get the Farmer's attention, aren't they? Oh, but they didn't, because they didn't count on two things.

First, there were still competitors in Pelican Town - it was just that the other residents hadn't immediately joined the "hunt". Although Sophia and Victor weren't even sure what was even going on, they just wanted to spend more time with their friend Farmer. Victor, however, tried to give a couple compliments, but the gist of the content of his words apparently didn't get through to Farmer. It's a shame of course, but both Sophia and Victor just get over it and just switch to their own lives (and maybe even each other). Claire also threw a loving glance in the direction of the eternally energetic Farmer, but due to uncertainty and constant fatigue she decided that she had almost no chance (it's not true, but *sigh*). Olivia, of course, could show all these young amateurs how to properly compliment and hint at the object of their affection, but feels it's not her age to go after Farmer. She will respect Farmer's choice, and may even push Victor toward Farmer a little bit so that her son will be more confident.

Second, Ridgeside Village residents doesn't really realize how painfully oblivious Farmer is. All the advances and compliments the Farmer (unknowingly) dodges like a spy film protagonist dodges enemy bullets and lasers. And Jeric and Blair will be the first to question their own flirting abilities. Maybe they should have been more.... assertive?

Standing nearby the restaurant, Corine, Ysabelle and Paula greeted the Farmer more flirtatiously, asking to spend time with them just a little bit more. The girls decided to play fair: to whom the Farmer would pay more attention - the winner. Except that Farmer thanked "their good friends for the compliments" and ran off on their farming business, leaving girls in shock. Paula at least laughed at the comicality of the situation.

Faye and Irene thought that the way to the Farmer's heart was through their stomach, so when the girls found out what were the favourite dishes of the daredevil of the entire Stardew Valley, they immediately began the preparation. The Farmer thanked them not with dates, as the two girls had hoped, but with... fresh fruit from the greenhouse. Shit. Okay, well, at least the fruit is delicious. Bryle, passing by, decided to tease Faye and show her the "real master of pick-up", since he himself had had his eye on Farmer for a long time. A complete fiasco, as you might expect, causing Faye herself to start laughing at her friend's failure. The two will then argue again (but will become a couple in the future, but that's another story).

Anton... Doesn't even look in the Farmer's direction. He wants to try, wants to give them at least one good compliment, but... Why? So that Farmer will be disappointed in him like his ex-fiancée? No, Anton won't risk their friendship for that.

Apparently Yoba itself (or other magical forces) are protecting Farmer from flirting, because there's no way they couldn't pick up on Daia's hints. The girl is almost directly flirting, proposing to become something more, trying to kiss and, pardon my language, "get them into the nearest bush for some fun." "Into the bushes? Maybe we'll find a cute bunny there!" ....Bunny, huh.

But that's at least some effort, though, because Jio didn't come up with anything better at all than to express his flirtation in the form of... completely ignoring Farmer. Like, the more he ignores them, the more interested they'll be in him. Weird logic, and then the grumpy will have a face like "Wait, that's illegal" meme when Farmer ignores his ignore (and Kiwi is now constantly teasing him).

Ian, Kenneth, Phillip and Shiro decide not to act without haste, but to learn from the mistakes of other candidates who have failed on the love front. Slowly but surely, they try to spend more time with Farmer without making any drastic moves yet. And honestly, even if they too fail to endear themselves to Farmer, a caring and loyal friend would be enough for them. Sean also wanted to take leisurely steps at first, but he didn't have the patience and so he heads to the bench with the other losers. Better luck next time!

Zayne is a rather well-mannered young man, and he is not going to impose his company on anyone without their desire. If the Farmers themselves approach him, then he will try to make small talk and apply all his knowledge of flirting. It's a similar situation with June, but he may be a little more stubborn as he, unlike the others, has limited time and will be less likely to do so when he goes back for two whole seasons.

Flor, Alissa and Maddie are pretty shy in that regard, so they'll leave the flirting and sighing heavily when Farmer walks by. It's just that Farmer is a very close friend to them all, and to demand anything more from them is somehow wrong. If only they would notice... *Sigh*

For Kiarra, the best way is to be herself: no intrusive flirting, no those innuendos. Just have a nice time with a (so far) friend and not worry about anything. And then - just ask Farmer straight out. Do they want to date? Yay, Farmer and Kiarra have become a couple. They don't want to date? Yay, Farmer and Kiarra remain best friends. It's simple.

Magnus, who decided to introduce Lance to Mr. Aguar, became unwitting spectators of an oblivious Farmer being chased by a crowd of admirers. It's a funny situation, really. Heh, maybe Magnus would have joined them, but he decided to let fate take its course. If he's meant to be with Farmer in this dimension, then so be it, but if not, well, just suck it up and move on. Lance, on the other hand, believes he's in charge of his own destiny, and his sly smile suggests that he'll take matters into his own hands once the competition has died down. He has a couple of trump cards up his sleeve....

...............

And somewhere nearby, the much-admired Lenny is sitting on a bench, eating popcorn and watching the whole thing like a favourite comedy show. "Huh, and they said there'd be no fun in old age!".

[metalmonki]

Objection! Part 3

Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader

1k word count

Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba

slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Coffees and food in hand, I made my way back to the district attorney's office. As I walked through the door, I heard a familiar voice call out behind me.

"Y/N, Rafa is really putting you to work, isn’t he?" Olivia smiled as she caught up and fell into step with me.

"Lieutenant Benson, hardly. This is just a thank you for everything, and something to tide us over while we look over a case together," I smiled back at her.

"Oh, please, call me Liv," she laughed. "I hope my team didn’t scare you off."

"No, they're wonderful! If anything, I’m mad that Sonny didn’t introduce us all earlier."

"If it makes you feel any better, we all thought he only had one sister until Fin overheard him talking with Rafa about getting you a job. Then he tells us he has four sisters!" Olivia laughed, holding open Rafael's office door for me.

Rafael looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow when he saw us all smiles and laughter.

"Getting along well, I see," Rafael remarked, keeping his face neutral.

"Yeah, just talking about Sonny," I smiled, placing a coffee and a sandwich in front of him. "This is a thank you for saving me at the courthouse earlier."

"Oh, no thanks needed. We all get lost there our first day," Rafael smiled. "Now, Liv, what can I help you with?" He turned his attention to her.

"The guy we arrested yesterday wants to make a deal. He’ll give us all the other guys he knows who are holding girls in exchange for a reduced sentence and protective custody," Olivia quickly switched to business mode.

"Tell him I’ll be in to discuss a deal first thing in the morning," Rafael sighed.

"Great, I’ll leave you two to whatever it is ADAs do," Olivia smiled, walking out of the office.

Rafael waved a hand at her as she left, then picked up a pile of papers from his desk and brought them over to a coffee table on the other side of the room. He motioned for me to sit down on the lounge next to the coffee table before retrieving his coffee and sandwich. He handed me some paperwork from the pile and directed me to read while he ate. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him trying to eat in manageable bites while fighting the urge to just devour the entire sandwich. It was clear this was his first meal of the day—or at least since breakfast. I felt a pang of guilt for not getting something more substantial. Mental note: find a good takeout place nearby to keep this man fed. Sonny would probably know a few spots.

I turned my attention back to the paperwork, my heart sinking as I read the case summary and saw who the defense attorney was.

"You're in for one hell of a fight here, Barba," I looked over at him.

"You got all that from just reading the case outline?" Rafael asked, taking the final bite of his sandwich.

"That, and the fact that the defense attorney is Buchanan. It's glaringly obvious from the outline what tactics he'll try to use," I sighed.

"So, you know about Buchanan?" Rafael smirked.

"And you, Cabot, Novak, Langan, Calhoun, Ellis... If they’ve worked in New York, I’ve likely studied them," I admitted, a little embarrassed.

"Know thine enemy," Rafael chuckled. "So walk me through it."

I nodded and began breaking down the case for Rafael. If Buchanan wasn’t the defense attorney, I’d say it was open and shut. But with the victim being a prostitute, it was a given that Buchanan would try to use that as a justification. Clearly, Rafael had already anticipated this, as there was an in-depth criminal record for the defendant and even evidence to make the victim look more like a saint. It was a strong case, and I told Rafael so—the real hurdle was Buchanan. We spent hours going over every piece of evidence, discussing everything, every possible defense, every argument that could be made. By the time we finished, the city outside was lit up with its nightlife. The clock on the wall read 9:30. Rafael had a massive smile on his face.

"You're every bit as good as Carisi said you would be," he smiled.

"I have to be," I replied with a small smile.

I could tell he wanted to press on my answer but held back, choosing to nod instead.

"So, you're happy to keep working for me?" Rafael asked.

"It would be my pleasure," I smiled.

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow at 8 at the 16th because, for every bit of good you are, you somehow managed to forget to pick up the files I asked for," Rafael smirked, my eyes widening in realization.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I completely forgot! Sonny is still working; I can run over to the 16th now and grab the files," I rushed to grab my phone, but before Rafael could speak, it rang. "Speak of the devil. Sonny, I was just about to call you."

"Great minds think alike. You still burning the midnight oil with Barba?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, I’m here with Barba. Why?" I asked, glancing at Rafael.

"Great! We’re all taking a break for dinner and wanted to see if you wanted to join us at Forlini’s?"

"That actually sounds amazing! We were just wrapping up here, so we’ll meet you there. Also, Sonny, could you bring along any cases you need us to look over? Please? I completely forgot to pick them up earlier," I added, feeling sheepish.

"Uh oh, first-day foul," Sonny laughed. "But yes, I can be an awesome big brother and bring them with me."

"Thank you, I owe you one," I hung up the phone and turned back to Barba. "The team is headed to Forlini’s for dinner and asked us to join."

"Sounds great to me," Rafael smiled.

We began packing up all the paperwork, slotting it back into the various files they had come from. Once everything was returned to its place, Rafael placed the files into a cabinet by his desk, grabbed his jacket, and slid it on while holding the office door open for me. I walked out as Rafael grabbed his briefcase and fell into step beside me, chatting about how, if he hadn’t been asked out for dinner with the team, he likely would have gone home and crashed without eating. I had to laugh and agree that I would have done the same.

I’d never been to Forlini’s, but Sonny had brought me food from there a few times, so I was looking forward to actually eating there for once. Rafael waved down a cab and told the driver where to go. When we pulled up in front of Forlini’s, Rafael had his wallet out and paid for the cab before I could protest. He climbed out first, holding the door open for me. My heart raced—he really was a gentleman.

Forlini’s was crowded, and Rafael placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the crowd. He said something about knowing where to find the others, but I couldn’t hear him over the noise. We came to a stop in front of a group of tables in the far back corner where Sonny, Fin, Amanda, Nick, and Olivia were already sitting, drinks in hand, laughing away.

"Should you be drinking if you’re still working?" Rafael chuckled, taking a seat and motioning for me to sit next to him.

"The only one here still working is Water Boy over there," Fin smirked, pointing at Sonny.

"Yeah, someone’s been neglecting their paperwork," Amanda laughed.

Sonny gave them a "stuff off" look before turning to me.

“Come è andato il primo giorno?” Sonny asked, leaning back in his chair. (How did the first day go?)

“È stato fantastico, perché?” I replied with a smile. (it was great, why?)

“Volevo solo assicurarmi che Barba ci andasse piano con te,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice. (I just wanted to make sure Barba went easy on you.)

“Ti preoccupi troppo,” I giggled, reaching for a menu in the middle of the table. (You worry too much)

It was at that point I noticed the entire table had fallen silent. Everyone was looking at Sonny and me with wide eyes, and Rafael looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. Clearly, Sonny hadn’t mentioned to anyone that he knew Italian.

“You speak Italian too?” Rafael was the first to break the silence.

“Uh, yes. Sonny never told any of you he could speak Italian?” I asked, looking around the table.

“No, he didn’t,” Olivia said, turning to Sonny. “What does Rafael mean by ‘you speak Italian too’?”

“Oh, I also speak Spanish,” I shrugged casually.

“Wow, Carisi, your sister’s amazing,” Nick smiled. “Veo que nos vamos a llevar bien, señorita.” (I can see we’re going to get along well, missy.)

“Hey, Amaro, eyes off my sister, alright?” Sonny pointed a finger at him, half-joking.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them, and the rest of the table joined in. Rafael, however, seemed to be glaring at Nick. I decided it would be best to wait until it was just Rafael and me before asking what his problem with Nick was. I joined the conversation at the table, and the whole team treated me like I’d been working with them for years. I felt at ease with them faster than I had with anyone else. For the first time, I felt like I’d found where I belonged.

When dinner was over, Sonny handed the files I had left behind to Rafael and excused himself to return to the office. The others wandered off to their various homes, and Rafael offered to see me home, even though it meant traveling further than his own place. He hailed us another cab and held the door open while I climbed in. I gave the driver my address before turning to Rafael.

“Okay, spill it,” I said, watching him.

“What?” Rafael looked at me, caught off guard.

“You don’t like Nick. Why?” I asked directly.

“He’s a playboy. Ever since his wife divorced him, he’s been running through women like he needs them to breathe,” Rafael said, looking out the cab window. “I just don’t want to see him do the same to you. He’s already slept with Amanda and half the female officers in the 16th, so I wouldn’t put it past him to target you next.”

“I can take care of myself, but thank you for your concern,” I smiled, appreciating his protective nature.

The cab came to a stop in front of mine and Sonny’s apartment building. I wished Rafael goodnight before making my way inside, desperate for sleep before I had to be at the 16th at 8 a.m.

[a-aexotic]

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of weed, alcohol, fighting, normal obx stuff, ooc!rafe

summary. rafe cameron is your friend (and soon to be more than friend), so you decide to make him hang out with your friends and brother so they can warm up to each other.

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The lights of the party were blinding and noise was very loud, you could hear the music from a block away. This was how most Kooks on OBX spend their weekends; with their friends, drinking.

Y/N and Sarah had convinced the Pogues to come to this Kook party. Usually they'd prefer to spend their night at the Chateau or at the Wreck but tonight, Sarah wanted to switch it up.

She hadn't been to a Kook party since she'd gotten with John B and she missed it. Sure bonfire parties were fine but they weren't Kook parties, not even close.

Today was one of Sarah's old friend's birthday and it was on Figure 8. It was a lot of convincing from Sarah and Y/N but the Pogues finally accepted.

"God, it's so loud!" Pope had shouted to JJ and Y/N. It'd only been two hours and the Pogues had already gotten separated. Kie and Sarah had disappeared and they're pretty sure John B went back to the car.

"Yeah, but that's kind of the point!" Y/N replied, shouting. Her, JJ and Pope eventually got outside and JJ took a dramatic inhale of fresh air. You and Pope rolled your eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to suffocate in there."

"You're fine." You patted JJ's back. He sighed and nodded, "I need a drink."

"Yeah, same" Pope added. "But I don't wanna go back in there, it's going to take us like an hour with all the people."

"You guys are so dramatic." You rolled your eyes playfully. "I'll take one for the team cus I really need a drink too. I'll be right back."

You started walking back into the swarm of crowds in the house, navigating your way to the drinks. You suddenly bumped a hard chest and you looked up to see Rafe Cameron.

If it was any other Pogue, they'd just scowl and walk away. But you knew Rafe very well, though. Better than most Pogues, or even Kooks in that matter.

He smiled at the sight of you. "Y/N!" He shouted over the booming music.

"Hey, Rafe!"

He leaned down so he could hear you better. He couldn't hear you over the loud music. "You haven't texted me in a bit, I was afraid you'd found someone else."

He was your friend and your dealer. You'd hooked up a couple times but that didn't really affect either of you until Rafe accidentally admitted he had a crush on you while smoking with you. Ever since then, things have gotten more complicated with the both of you, especially with feelings.

"'Course not, Rafe. You're the best dealer on this island." You noted as he smiled down at you.

"Oh, you flatter me Y/N." He let out a small laugh. "Where are your little... friends? I saw Sarah and I just assumed the rest of your group was here."

You tensed up at the mention of the Pogues. Rafe and the Pogues don't have a good history and you knew if they found out where exact their weed comes from, they wouldn't be too happy. Especially your brother, John B.

Rafe had become a little more open to being friends with Pogues after you so he's thought about maybe being nicer to the Pogues... for you.

"They're outside, um. I'm just getting some drinks for them."

Rafe nodded. "I can, uh help if you want me to."

You weren't sure about how this would end but maybe this would be the start of a friendship between Rafe and the Pogues - or at least they could be civil with one another, you'd be fine with that.

You knew you couldn't date Rafe without the approval of the Pogues (especially John B) so this was a good start to introducing them to the idea. "Sure."

You and Rafe took the drinks outside and as soon as JJ saw Rafe, he went up to him with an angry expression. "What the hell are you doing, Cameron?"

"Nothin just helping Y/N with your drinks." Rafe said simply. JJ was close Rafe, almost nose to nose. Rafe was trying his best not to throw the drinks in his face and punch him.

"JJ." You said sternly. "He's just.. helping, okay?"

"Are you sure he didn't try and poison us?" Pope finally spoke up as he glared at Rafe.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Pope. I saw him pour the drinks."

"Yes. And I'm going to drink with you guys, too." Rafe looked over at you for assurance and you nodded. That's what the two of you had agreed on.

JJ noticed the small interaction and he grabbed the drink from Rafe's hand and walked away towards the chair. Pope followed along as well.

"No one's thrown a punch yet, that's a good start." You mumbled to Rafe as he let out a small laugh. You followed them and had taken a seat directly in front of Pope and JJ.

You handed Pope his drink as JJ drank of his quietly, thinking. Awkward silence filled the group as you all drank from your cups, everyone studying the each other.

"This is good beer..." Rafe muttered as you nodded.

"Yeah, I'll have to ask Kelsey where she got it from." You responded as JJ groaned inwardly.

Pope and JJ exchanged a look. "Does John B know about your sudden friendship with Rafe?"

You glared at JJ. "That doesn't matter, I don't have to tell John B anything."

There was sudden silence as JJ looked behind you with a smirk, leaning back into his chair. You and Rafe turned around to see John B and Kie standing over you, scowls on their faces.

"Tell me what?" John B questioned as he looked directly at you, ignoring Rafe at the time being.

You cleared your throat. "That uh..." You paused to look over at Rafe. "I'm friends with Rafe."

"Friends?" Kie looked over at the proximity of both of you. You hadn't even noticed how close Rafe was to you; your legs were touching.

John B then look over at Rafe. "You're with friends with my sister?"

Rafe nodded.

"You're suddenly friends with my sister after publically hating on Pogues since, I don't even know." John B was starting to get angry. "Y/N, I don't know how you can't see it. It's obvious he wants something from you."

"Like what?" You countered, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I don't Y/N, what do you think?" John B exhaled angrily. "What is Rafe Cameron notorious for?"

"Weed?" You sighed. "Why would-"

"No, Y/N. He uses women, that's what." John B turned his head to Rafe, grimacing. You hadn't even thought of that. The idea hadn't crossed your mind because Rafe had never made an attempt to even touch you. It merely talking, nothing else.

Rafe was baffled at John B's accusation. "Me and Y/N are just friends."

"Oh, you want us to believe that shit?" JJ suddenly spoke up, pointing at your touching legs. Rafe instantly moved his leg.

Rafe got up and scoffed angrily. John B moved closer to Rafe and got in his face. "You ever talk to her again, I'll kill you, alright?"

He laughed bitterly at that. "Oh, like you stand a chance."

John B quickly pushed Rafe making him stumble. You scoffed at that, quickly going to Rafe's side. Kie went to John B, crossing her arms.

"John B, you can't just-"

He cut you off, "Yes I can, I'm your older brother-"

"Oh, you really gonna pull that card, John B? Seriously?!"

"Well, he is, Y/N." Pope chimed in.

"You all going to take John B's side?"

It was silent for a couple seconds and you scoffed at that, laughing bitterly. "Of course you all would. Do you even consider me a friend? Do you only see me as John B's irresponsible little sister?"

Rafe put his hand on your shoulder, making John B and JJ exchange looks. "I don't wanna cause problem between you and John B, alright? I'll just see you later."

Rafe had walked away before you could say anything. You were just left with the Pogues, the air thicker than it was before.

"God, you're never gonna let me be happy." You walked off as well, John B wanted to go after you but Kie put her hand on his shoulder.

"Give her time, alright?"

John B nodded at thar before taking a seat, sighing as he thought of what the hell he was going to do with you and Rafe Cameron.

[hell-drabbles]

Mock-up Card 1

Basically it's just an L Card with the Embittered Companion and Lucifer working together because my brain is stuck on that for some reason? It's weird. Anyways, when you activate the Ultimate Skill of this card, you switch to either Lucifer or the Embittered Companion. A sort of, two-in-one card. Embittered Companion is all about dealing damage while Lucifer is all about healing. There's a boost to their ATK for a good while after switching. Don't ask about the numbers, I didn't think of them at aaaall.

Also I don't have it in me to write prose right now, so here be lines!!!

[First Encounter]

YOU: Hey. It's been how many years? You know, since I last took up a weapon to chase people away? It's pretty nostalgic, honestly. LUCIFER: …are you already forgetting what you promised us? YOU: I'm not gonna charge in head first, you two. Get off my ass.

[Level Up]

YOU: What I lack… LUCIFER: I'll make up.

[Evolve]

YOU: It would be nice, to have less lives lost. LUCIFER: But all we can do is continue on, until the very end.

[Ultimate Skill 1]

YOU: Go ahead and take a nap, Lucifer.

[Ultimate Skill 2]

LUCIFER: Sit. Rest. You're bleeding.

[Upon Death]

YOU: I'm still shit at keeping promises huh? LUCIFER: It's not your fault. Let's go.

[Victory 1]

YOU: Glad to see you've been focusing on the task at hand, Ra-on. Well, battle's over, so you can do whatever the hell you want.

[Victory 2]

LUCIFER: This is something to celebrate about, isn't it? …yes, you'll be invited to the party.

[Defeat]

LUCIFER: A mortal body such as their's does not deserve to have injuries like this. Keep quiet, they'll wake up. I know they will.

[Lobby Interaction 1]

YOU: It's kind of funny to me that, after all that, my normal body hasn't really changed one bit. Still the same strength, still the same weaknesses. LUCIFER: It doesn't make it any less remarkable to me. YOU: So you and Ra-on say. Well, I've been in this body longer than anyone, so I wouldn't know what to be impressed by. Everything about this body is just uninteresting to me. Doesn't make me any less happy that I'm back in it, though.

[Lobby Interaction 2]

YOU: Hmm? What are you staring at us for, Ra-on? We that good of a sight? …happy, huh? Yeah, I suppose Lucifer and I make each other pretty happy. Don't discount yourself though, buddy. Wouldn't be in the place that I am without your help.

[Lobby Interaction 3]

LUCIFER: Your hands. Let me see them. YOU: Huh? Alright, but why? LUCIFER: Ra-on told me you forgot about your blisters. YOU: Oh. Oh! No, yeah I did forget. Whoops. But hey, at least I'm wearing gloves this time around, so they're not that bad. None of them popped, so they should heal nicely.

[Lobby Interaction 4]

LUCIFER: If you wanted to destroy Heaven, would you? I wouldn't blame you if you answered 'yes.' YOU: …maybe a younger, more freshly wounded version of myself would've said yes, but as I am now, no. The fate of Heaven is not mine to control. I can only control the distance between me and that place. Besides, I'll hold onto hope that the angels will eventually weed out that sickening need to be superior.

[Lobby Interaction 5]

LUCIFER: Shh. They haven't rested well last night. Whatever it is you want to ask, save it for later. Hmm? Mm. Yes, they're… still haunted by everything. Not even in sleep can they be allowed to escape. A curse that not even my powers can relieve.

[Lobby Interaction 6]

YOU: You know, I haven't heard the name Solomon in a while. Did you finally put your foot while I was away, Ra-on?

[Lobby Interaction 7]

YOU: Another angel almost snatched me up today. Even in this human form they hate so much, they still want to whisk me up right back to that suffocating cradle. Thanks for the warning by the way. LUCIFER: While we were all once siblings connected through our love for God, I won't allow them to repeat that torture. If I must make my words absolute, then I will.

[Lobby Interaction 8]

LUCIFER: Have you adjusted yet? YOU: To what? LUCIFER: To your lack of extra limbs. To that body of yours. Is there any pain? Any noises that want to invade your eyes and ears? YOU: …There's nothing. Sometimes I'll feel like I'm missing something, but it's all blissfully silent.

[Lobby Interaction 9]

LUCIFER: Do you have no intention of staying here? YOU: I have no intention of ever forgetting you, Lucifer. But, I can't stay here. This is not my home. Our home, is right where Minhyeok is. Where our beloved earth is. Hell is nice, but I'm pretty sure Ra-on and I miss the comfort of our home's air.

[Lobby Interaction 10]

YOU: Lucifer? LUCIFER: Yes? YOU: If, one day, I decide to visit, would you welcome me? LUCIFER: …always. A small visit, or a promise to dedicate our existences to one another, I'll welcome it all the same.

[vermilionsun]

Based on this post by @2imi

This fic is build upon pure delusion, determination and desperation.

Headcanon! Vere has a disorder similar to gillespie syndrome, thus why he needs medical check-ups every now and then.

(AO3 version here)

Word count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit Fandom: Touchstarved (Red Spring Studio) Categories: M/M, Multi Relationships: Kuras/Vere, Ais/Vere, Ais/Kuras, Ais/Kuras/Vere Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dirty Talk, Top Kuras, Bottom Vere, Switch Ais, Top Ais, Making Out, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Medical Examination (it started as), Kuras is So Done, Vere is a little shit, Teasing, Threesome - M/M/M

Kuras pinches the bridge of his nose in a fruitless attempt to ward off the headache he knows is coming. He was already on edge this morning, and this is about to make things so much worse. He lets out a breathless sigh as Vere approaches his desk.

"What do you need?"

A smirk plays on Vere's lips as he saunters over to Kuras's desk, his eyes glittering with the same eagerness as a dog that’s been locked up for months without any walks. His tail flicking behind him, swaying back and forth lazily. He rests his hip against the desk, leaning in a bit closer than is perhaps necessary, and peers up at Kuras.

"You know why I'm here," Vere says with a knowing smirk. "I specifically requested the appointment be moved to today."

Kuras sighs, tapping on the pile of paperwork. This is the last thing he needs today. He rubs his temples, hoping that somehow the headache will go away if he simply pretends hard enough that Vere isn’t here. "And I assume you'll be wanting your usual remedy?"

He already knows what the answer is going to be— he just knows.

Vere bats his eyelashes, looking at Kuras with a faux-innocent expression, as if this same scenario hasn't occurred many times before. "Oh, you know me so well, darling." He leans forward in his chair, resting his chin on one hand.

Kuras's gaze snaps up from the files he was looking through—no doubt more patient applications. His eyes flash in annoyance.

Darling.

Kuras grits his teeth, taking several seconds between sentences to reign in the urge to throttle him. He signs the last form with a sharp flick of his quill, then sets it on top of the stack. When he finally speaks, the words are strained. Every single one is coated in an icy, barely controlled irritation.

"Sit up. Let me see your eyes."

Vere pushes himself up from his seat, inevitably settling down on the examination table with a nonchalant air that only serves to further rile Kuras.

Kuras braces himself for the onslaught of irritation.

He can handle Vere. He has to.

Kuras approaches him with a clinical detachment, his hands expertly checking for any signs of infection or injury. He cups Vere's chin in one hand, gently tilting his face upwards as he peers into the man's eyes. They're slightly unfocused, a sure sign that Vere's "condition" is getting worse again.

"You're long overdue for a refill."

Vere lets out a soft scoff as Kuras scrutinizes his eyes, trying to look anywhere but at Kuras. "And whose fault is that, hm? I told you I was feeling the effects a week ago, and you made me wait."

Kuras's hand tightens on Vere's chin, forcing him to look up. "You've said you were starting to feel the effects of withdrawal at least a dozen times. Only half of those were true. And each time, you just wanted an excuse to try and get your hands on more." As always, Vere seems to derive immense entertainment from seeing Kuras riled up. Their eyes meet, and Kuras’s glare could probably melt stone. "We've discussed this. Multiple times."

Vere reaches up to lightly grip Kuras's wrist, preventing him from moving his hand. "But where's the harm in indulging me a little? After all, I’m suffering." His fingers trace over the pulse point.

Kuras's eyes widen slightly at the touch, and he tries to tug his hand away. But Vere's grip is deceptively strong.

"Don't play that game with me."

He tries to ignore the way his heart spikes at the touch and the way he has to bite back a shudder. This is no time for his traitorous body to react like this.

Vere tilts his head, feigning an expression of confusion and innocence. He squeezes Kuras's wrist gently, giving him an imploring look. "Have some compassion. Can’t you see how much pain I’m in? All my bones ache and my head hurts and…" He feigns a shiver and lets out a dramatic and exaggerated sigh, resting his forehead on Kuras’s shoulder. A cetrain darkness lingers in his eyes. It is a mask he wears well; he always did.

A vein twitches in Kuras's temple as he listens to Vere's over-the-top display. He’s fallen prey to this particular act before. He's not falling for it this time. He's not.

He lets out a huff and pulls his hand back, putting some distance between them. "Stop that. Your acting is atrocious, and even if it wasn't, I know better."

He glares down at Vere, crossing his arms over his chest.

Vere's eyes widen, his lips pulling into a pout that's just a little too theatrical to be sincere. He leans back in the chair, running a hand through his hair and crossing his arms defensively, though his expression soon turns into a smirk again.

"I'm appalled that you could accuse me of such a thing. I'll have you know that I’m a phenomenal actor, thank you very much." He looks up at Kuras with a faux-sweet smile and a hint of irritation in his pink eyes.

Kuras has to bite back another scathing insult. The urge to throw something at Vere's head is getting stronger by the second. But he can't—won't—let him get under his skin. This is exactly why he put off this appointment for as long as possible. But it couldn't be delayed much longer without the Senobium catching on.

"And I am hurting, darling. Can't you tell?"

Kuras grabs Vere's chin again, forcing him to lock eyes once more. His fingers dig into Vere's skin, probably leaving indents. His knuckles are white from how hard he's holding on. If looks could kill, Vere would probably be six feet underground right now.

"You’re going to be hurting a lot more if you call me ‘darling’ one more time," Kuras says through gritted teeth. His patience has worn thin, and Vere can see the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Vere makes an involuntary, quiet noise, somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. He doesn't try to squirm away—Kuras's grip is too strong—and he finds himself unable to break eye contact. There's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a hint that he might have pushed a little too far this time. The smug expression has faded from his face and has been replaced with apprehensiveness masked by a look of defiance, making him look almost... human.

For a moment, Kuras's gaze softens. The sight of Vere looking this vulnerable—almost like a cornered animal, so unlike his usual smug smug self—is enough to throw him for a loop. But he quickly catches himself and shoves the unwanted feeling away. Vere is not some defenseless creature in need of protection.

"There you go. That's a much better expression on you."

Kuras lets go of Vere's jaw, but not before giving it one final, firm squeeze, as a subtle reminder. He takes a moment to compose himself, clearing his throat and adjusting his coat.

Vere rubs at his jaw, trying to act like that moment—the brief flicker of weakness exposed for all of the world to see—didn't just happen, and gives Kuras a wounded look. He seems to have regained some of his earlier confidence, and he leans back on the table, arching a brow and fixing Kuras with a teasing grin, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, possibly another sarcastic remark, but a knock at the door interrupts him.

Kuras closes his eyes and counts to five beneath his breath, trying to calm his racing heart and reign in the emotions that Vere constantly pulls to the surface. He lets out a sigh, silently thanking whoever is on the other side of that door for the interruption. "Come in," he finally calls out, his eyes not leaving Vere's.

Ais walks in, carrying three seemingly heavy boxes in his arms, his muscles flexing under the strain. The two watch as Ais sets the boxes down with a grunt. He looks over to Vere and quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, didn't expect you to be here."

"Vere’s here for his monthly refill," Kuras says tersely.

Vere shoots Ais a charming smile, seemingly relieved to have a distraction. "Ah, Ais, looking as handsome as ever." He stands, stretching his arms above his head in a rather feline manner, before sauntering over to Ais, peering into the boxes with a curious expression. "Ooo, what do we have here?"

Ais leans against a wall, rolling his eyes at the compliment. "Don't flatter me with your sweet talk." He sighs, looking over to Kuras and then back to Vere. "It's just some stuff needed for the clinic—nothing interesting. Unless you're into chemicals."

“Yes, I’m sure Vere will find it positively enthralling,” Kuras says dryly before standing up. "If you'll excuse me for a moment , I need to check on something in the back." He gives Ais a knowing look before disappearing behind a door, not before murmuring to himself, "I should have known that I wouldn't be spared today."

He trusts Ais enough to not let Vere demolish the room while he's gone.

Ais nods at him as Kuras leaves before he turns back to Vere with a somewhat blank look. "So, monthly refill, huh?"

Vere sighs dramatically, his expression turning weary. "Oh, yes. The joy of having to endure this shit show every month. I’d say it’s like getting put on a leash, but, well…” He tails off, running his fingers over the leather ring encircling his neck. "He's making me wait longer this time, the bastard."

"Aww, poor little foxy has to wait a longer time than usual. Such a tragedy." He lets out a scoff of amusement.

Vere puts a hand on his chest as if deeply offended by Ais's words. "You wouldn’t know suffering even if it bit you on the rear end, you brute. I'm absolutely withering here. Just look at me. I'm wasting away as we speak." He moves closer to Ais, batting his eyelashes with a mock-pout.

Ais huffs a laugh. He puts a gentle hand on his face, cupping it lightly and turning it as he pretends to inspect it closely. "Yes, I can see how you’re practically at death's door. Wasting away indeed."

Vere's expression softens at Ais's touch. He leans into it, letting out a sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. "You're supposed to be on my side here. Where is your sympathy for my plight?"

"Oh yes, how inconsiderate of me. How will you ever pull through?"

Vere playfully swats Ais's hand away.

He quickly pulls his hand away with a smirk. "Rude."

Vere grins, a hint of mockery in his tone, moving a little closer to Ais. "Why, I might perish. Can you imagine the anguish I'm experiencing right now? I don't think my poor heart will survive much longer; it's just too much to bear." With a flick of his wrist, his tail reaches out to wrap around Ais' leg, the chains clinking softly as it does so. His touch is light, but the action is deliberately intimate.

Ais shrugs, a small smirk on his face as he leans closer to him, his hands slowly moving to Vere's waist. "Oh, how terrible. You might just pass away right here, in my arms."

Vere lets out a soft hum and leans closer, draping his arms over Ais's shoulders and pressing himself against him, his breath barely grazing Ais's ear. "Oh, yes, it would be a dreadful fate..."

Ais slowly tightens his hold on Vere's waist and lets out a low chuckle. "You poor thing, forced to spend your last moments here with me. Alone..."

Vere throws himself dramatically onto the side of Kuras’ desk, sprawling across the papers that are still scattered there, and pulls Ais down with him. "I can think of worse ways to go," Vere murmurs, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gazes up at Ais. "At least I'd have the pleasure of your company until the end."

Meanwhile, in the back room, Kuras takes a moment to collect himself. He leans back against the door and takes a long, steadying breath, closing his eyes, silently cursing himself for almost losing control with Vere. That man has a special kind of talent for pushing him. If one were foolish or unobservant enough, it almost could have been considered charming.

The room itself is narrow, lined with shelves full of vials, herbs, and medical equipment. He makes a beeline for the medicine cabinet tucked away in the corner onto the wall, filled with row upon row of neatly organized pills and tubes of all shapes and colors. His hands tremble slightly as he rummages through the supply shelves, scanning the labels and bottles for the one he needs—the tonic that will hopefully buy him at least a few months of peace.

He finally finds and grabs it, heading back towards the office, only to stop short at the sight that greets him.

When their eyes meet, Vere tries to give Kuras a look like he isn't plotting multiple homicide charges. Ais, for his part, looks like he's questioning all of his life choices.

Kuras is frozen at the doorway for a moment, speechless. He stares at the two men with an almost deadpan expression, as if mentally resigning himself to his fate. He takes a deep breath to steel himself, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dare I ask what you two are currently doing?" His tone is carefully measured, but the vein in his temple starts twitching again, and he has to make a conscious effort not to crush the vial still clutched in his hand.

Ais glances over at Kuras with a smirk, arms on either side of Vere, keeping him in place between him and the desk. "We’re just having a friendly chat."

"And that requires pinning my patient to my desk... how, exactly?"

Kuras raises an eyebrow, his glare fixed on Vere, silently daring him to try something. But Vere just grins back, pretending to be completely and absolutely innocent. Which he is not.

"Don't you think you're being a tad bit paranoid, doctor? You can't blame a poor, suffering soul for seeking some comfort," he teases, expression resembling that of a cat who's just been caught knocking over a priceless vase.

Vere is absolutely insufferable.

Kuras is going to strangle him sooner than he planned.

"Comfort? Is that what we're calling it?" His voice is low, dangerous.

Ais snorts, obviously enjoying this far more than he should be.

Vere grins and places a hand on Ais's chest, the glint in his eyes predatory. "Suffering so greatly... I just need a strong pair of arms to hold me up. Or should I say, pin me down?" His voice is practically dripping with condescension.

Kuras takes a step closer. He knows that smile far too well—knows that the words and expressions are carefully crafted to rile him up, to get under his skin, and to make him react. And it works, all too well.

Kuras looks like he's seconds away from having an aneurysm. He is going to kill Vere. Actually kill him.

Ais remains quiet as he watches the back and forth between Vere and Kuras with obvious amusement. He keeps his grip firm on Vere’s hips, both to keep him pinned to the desk and to prevent him from doing anything stupider.

"Cat got your tongue?" Vere taunts.

A flash of annoyance crosses Kuras's face as he stomps across the room, until he is standing directly in front of Vere. He sets the vial on the desk with a bit more force than necessary, resisting the urge to grab Vere's arms and shove him aside. "Oh, no, my darling," he retorts, practically spitting out the word. "My tongue is preoccupied with thinking up the many ways I will strangle you if you continue to be this annoying." He's had just about enough of this. "So don't. Push it." His voice has dropped to a low growl.

Vere has the audacity to let out a low, sultry laugh, unfazed by Kuras's threat. He leans even further against Ais, who's now firmly planted next to him.

Surely Kuras wouldn't attempt to strangle him in front of witnesses. But Vere's smirk suggests he might just be daring him to try.

Kuras opts for the next best thing and leans in so they're practically nose to nose. "Go ahead," he says lowly, his voice a dangerous, quiet murmur. Every muscle in his body is tense, and his hands clutch the desk so tightly that the wood creaks under his grip. "Push me to the limit, just one more time—see what happens."

There's a brief flicker of uncertainty in Vere's eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a defiant glare. He cocks his head to the side and leans forward slightly, as if inviting a reaction. "Oh, the great doctor is threatening me? How terrifying. I'm absolutely shaking in my boots."

Kuras's eyes narrow to slits. How dare he—there's that damn smile again, looking too pleased with himself. This smug, insufferable, irritating, ridiculous, infuriating—

Kuras's self-control snaps.

He'd move faster than the human eye could follow, grabbing Vere by the lapels of his shirt and pushing him against the wall, pinning him in place with one forearm against his chest—

—Or that was what he planned to do, yet one damn slip caused him to fall forward, crashing into Vere instead.

Kuras freezes, his body pressed against Vere, close enough to feel the man's hot, labored breaths. The sudden change in position has caught him off guard, his heart hammering against his ribcage. Every muscle in his body is burning, and there's a dull ringing in his ears.

He's too close—far too close.

Vere lets out a winded gasp as the air is knocked out of his lungs. He's frozen for a second as well, but of course, the bitch can't hold the silence for more than a few fucking seconds before he grins. "Now that's a very compromising position, isn't it?"

Vere's leans in even closer, his breath grazing Kuras' lips.

Kuras can feel every inch of Vere's body against his own—the heat from his chest, the subtle scent of jasmine, the way his breath brushes against his skin. Every nerve ending is on fire, and for a brief, maddening second, he wants nothing more than to shove that damn smirk off Vere's face.

He acts on instinct, surging forward and capturing Vere's lips in a bruising, hungry kiss. All the pent-up anger, frustration, and tension that has been building up for months finally explodes, channeled into a desperate, messy collision of lips, teeth, and tongue.

Vere is caught completely by surprise, his mind short-circuiting for a brief moment as Kuras’s lips crash into his. But it only takes him a second to regain his composure, his tongue darting out to tease at Kuras’s mouth, a soft, needy noise escaping his lips as he pushes closer, practically clinging to the doctor.

Kuras responds immediately, his body moving on its own as he deepens the kiss. The hand gripping Vere's shirt tightens, practically balling up the fabric as he pushes him further back against the desk, seeking more.

Vere breaks away from the kiss for a moment, panting lightly as Kuras moves his mouth to the side of Vere's jaw, planting scorching kisses along his jawline. His hands come up to grip Kuras's wrists, digging his nails into the other man's skin as he lets out a soft, needy whine.

Kuras barely registers the sting of pain, too caught up in the moment to care. Kuras has always prided himself on his self-control, but this... this was something else entirely. His fingers release their grip on Vere's shirt, moving to grip his hips instead.

Ais leans back, watching the two of them with a smirk, enjoying the show. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the whole thing incredibly entertaining.

Kuras spares a glance at Ais, and a sly smirk spreads across his face. "Feeling left out?" He teases, his tone breathless.

Ais chuckles at Kuras's comment, folding his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to hide the fact that he found the whole scene quite enjoyable (read: very enjoyable). "Are you inviting me to join in?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

The glare that Kuras shoots Ais' way is half-hearted at best, his eyes still glazing over as his fingers dig into Vere's waist.

And then he grins.

"Why not? He's done worse, after all. And who knows, maybe this will finally shut him up for a while."

Ais circles around the desk, stepping closer to the pair with a cocky smirk on his face. Crimson red eyes round on Vere.

"Well, when you put it like that... "

He takes a moment to admire the scene in front of him. Kuras and Vere look like they're about to rip each other's throats out, all tangled up together.

Vere lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering open to look back and forth between the two men. "You're both utterly impossible..." He shifts against Kuras, his hips pressing flush against the doctor's.

“You are impossibly irritating," Kuras corrects, punctuating his words with a nip at Vere's neck.

Vere's breath catches in his throat as he involuntarily leans into the touch. "And yet here you are, still here," Vere replies, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Come closer," he instructs Ais, as if he's asking him to do another job for him.

Ais grins, taking one more step forward and now standing directly opposite Kuras. "Always so demanding, aren't you, doc?" He says, tilting his head to the side as he looks over at him with a sly grin.

Kuras huffs out a low chuckle, his breaths coming out in quick, ragged gasps. "You know you like it."

He takes a moment to assess the situation, eyes flitting between Ais and Vere, before a devious smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You're wearing too many clothes," he murmurs, raising an eyebrow at Ais.

"You're one to talk," he replies before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt, taking his time with each button.

One of Vere's hands suddenly slips under Kuras's shirt. The latter's expression gives nothing away, but his body betrays him; he flinches, torn between wanting to smack it away and wanting to feel more of it.

"Damn tease," he mutters.

Vere runs his hand up the man's chest in a slow, teasing manner. "You started it," he breathes out, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"And I fully intend on finishing it," he rasps in response, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on Vere's shirt, parting the fabric apart and revealing soft, tanned skin. He runs his palms over the man's chest, feeling the heat and the quick, erratic pulse of his heart beneath his fingertips. His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing bruising kisses along the column of Vere's throat and the lines of his collarbone, down to the dip of his sternum.

His gaze flicks to Ais, who's still taking his sweet time undressing, his eyes tracing the planes of muscle and pale skin. "Hurry up," he says impatiently. "Or I'll rip it off you."

A delicious shiver runs through Vere's body, and he lets out a soft, needy whine. He arches into the doctor's touch, his fingers tangling in Kuras's hair.

Kuras takes advantage of Vere's momentary vulnerability, his hands gliding down to the waistband of his pants and pulling them down.

Vere yelps in surprise, but the sound quickly morphs into a moan as Kuras's hands move to his dick. He lifts his hips, meeting Kuras's touch eagerly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I wondered how long it would take," he murmurs, his voice low and ragged. "To finally see you like this."

Vere lets out a breathy laugh, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, thighs quivering slightly as Kuras's hands move over them, spreading them apart. The latter moves his mouth to the soft skin of his inner thigh, peppering kisses and hickeys along the sensitive flesh.

At the same time, Ais reaches out a finger to run along Vere’s jawline, tracing the sharp edge. He lifts his chin, his lips moving against the foxian's in a gentle, lingering manner, his fingers carefully stroking his cheek.

Vere craned his neck, chasing the touch of Ais' lips, practically purring with contentment.

Without warning, Kuras thrusts inside Vere.

Vere lets out a noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan, arching off the desk at the sudden, deep intrusion, his hands scramble for purchase, gripping the edge of the desk as he struggles to adjust to the sudden fullness. "S-shit—"

Kuras braces himself, his own body trembling with the effort to keep still. "Damn... you're tight," he breathes out.

"Fuck you."

"As you wish," he replies, a sly grin on his face.

He starts moving, setting a slow, languid pace that has Vere letting out soft, breathless noises with each thrust. He keeps a steady grip on the man's hips, holding him flush against him.

Ais, being the little opportunist fucker that he is, runs his fingers along the redhead's hair, twisting the strands around his fingers as he frees his cock from its confines and pushes it inside Vere's mouth.

Vere moans around Ais's cock, the vibrations sending a shiver down Ais's spine. Kuras tightens his grip on Vere's hips, increasing the pace of his thrusts as Ais's fingers tangle in the redhead's hair, pulling him closer as Vere eagerly takes him in deeper.

Vere's tail slowly wraps itself around Kuras's leg, snaking its way up his thigh. For a moment, it's almost comforting.

Almost.

Kuras's eyes snap down at the damn thing wrapped tight around him. He is not in the mood to deal with this man's bullshit, especially not when he's so close to reaching his peak. He snatches Vere's tail and wrenches it off his leg, pinning it to the desk with a firm hand.

Vere wanted to protest, snap a scathing retort—how dare the asshole touch his fucking tail—but his traitor of a material body bucks against the other's grip involuntarily, and a muffled—because of Ais'—dick—moan escapes him as a wave of mingled pleasure and pain shoots through his body.

At the same time, Kuras shifts his position slightly, the angle of his thrusts just changing enough to simultaneously drive another moan out of him.

Vere wanted to tear Kuras into pieces, bite the fucker's neck until the bastard bled to death.

"Careful, Doctor," Ais comments. "He might enjoy that a little too much."

Kuras's responding chuckle reverberates through the room. "Believe me, I know him well enough to know that," he says, his eyes never leaving Vere's face. The flush on his cheeks, the parted lips, the hooded eyes… all so damn pretty.

"He'll say he hates every second of it," he continues, moving his hand to wrap around Vere's neck and give it a gentle squeeze. "But he knows he craves it more than anything."

Vere tries to say something, to deny the doctor's words, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp. The feeling of Kuras moving inside him is overwhelming, and his body trembles with every thrust, his thighs quivering around the doctor's waist, while this throat convulses around Ais' dick.

"You’re not proving his point very well.” Ais murmurs, his voice low and taunting. "You look absolutely ruined."

He can feel Kuras's hand wrapped around his neck, his thumb gently pressing into his pulse point, and Ais's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just the slightest bit too hard.

He knows they're right, and he hates how much he loves it.

Vere's eyes flutter shut, and he surrenders completely to the mind—numbing sensations coursing through his body.

With one final, hard thrust, Kuras comes undone, spilling himself inside Vere with a low groan. Ais lets out a guttural groan as his body shudders with pleasure, finding his own release down Vere's throat.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the scent of sweat and sex, leaving Vere feeling utterly spent, boneless, yet strangely satisfied, like all his energy has been sapped out of him in the best possible way. He practically collapses against Kuras, feeling the aftershocks of euphoria wash over him consecutively.

"God damn, that was good." Ais pulls out and slumps back slightly, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from the high.

Kuras lets his head fall back, his gaze meeting Ais's over Vere's shoulder. "Remind me to lock the door next time."