#possibly going to do organic chemistry after that

[vanillaflowerstuff]

i read the Book again. love the book

[lovelettersfromluna]

The Summoning

summary: so now you’re fucking your roommate on the regular, what could possibly go wrong? It’s just for the camera, right?

an: You guys!! I’m so so happy with the feedback if received for the first chapter of this fic, I want to give you guys as much camgirl!Ellie as I possibly can. So, as before, let’s keep this short and sweet so we can get into it, love you so so so much (also shout out to everyone’s comments and asks on what they wanted to see for this chapter! Yoi all helped me sm! You all know who you are hehe)

warnings: smut!! 18+, MDNI, camgirl!ellie, roommate!ellie, biker!Ellie (there’s lots of tropes in this one lol), JELOUS!ELLIE, mentions of an older woman but it’s so brief, mentions of alternate love interest, face sitting, fingering, filming of intercourse, use of strap, mentions of the word cock, ANGST!, slight fluff??, lmk if I missed anything!

You can read part 1 here!, and part 3 here!

A soft puff of air blew past your lips as you finished organizing the last shelf of records, your eyes looking down at the remainder vinyls that most definitely wouldn’t fit into any of the space you had.

God you hated the holidays.

Well you didn’t, you loved the colder months. It was so cozy, and welcoming, however you hated it as a retail worker. With the changing of the seasons came your manager with boxes of new vintage records that he explained were in high demand for the customers coming in and out of the city, all of which you had to change out and organize from the last collection you’d had for the summer time.

So the holidays were fine, just not when you were working.

Not to mention, the only thing plaguing your mind these days was a specific brunette who had quite the tongue on her.

After that night, Ellie had you rewatch the video, making sure you were okay with it, and it was okay to post. It was weird, because you’d never really seen yourself that way. You never moan too loud, or put on too much of a show during sex, it just was what it was, and it wasn’t ever really done with an audience in mind. But seeing yourself in Ellie’s lap, her strong hands running up and down your body, working on your pussy like a fucking pro, you had to admit.

You looked damn fucking good on camera.

And you weren’t the only one that thought so. After you gave Ellie the okay to post and edit the video, the response was amazing. Gone where the comments asking where Ellie’s usually girl was, missing the chemistry they had, her whiny moans and pretty body, all of which were replaced by a sea of comments and donations coming in, all on your behalf. They asked Ellie to please keep you around, putting in suggestions of what they wanted to see next, what they wanted to see her do to you, next.

Ellie wasn’t wrong, the crowd fucking loved you.

So? You filmed another video. And another, and another, and another, until you and Ellie had created nearly an entire box set of home movies for her adoring fans, all of which had become your adoring fans practically over night.

And fuck, did Ellie know what she was doing.

Sure, you’d had your fair share of good sex in the past. Your ex was pretty good with her hands, and there was that one girl you were seeing for a few months, she was okay with her strap.

But Ellie? Jesus Christ, you quickly caught onto why Julia acted the way she did after Ellie was done with her.

It was all you could think about, the way that Ellie treated your body when you were filming. The way she never failed to pay attention to every part of you before herself, the way she kissed you, the way her hands ran down your body, the way she simply knew how to pleasure a woman.

And it wasn’t like there was any real harm in any of it, right? In helping your roommate with her line of work? That’s what it was after all. You helped Ellie make her content, and she fucked you until you could barely think straight.

In simpler terms, Ellie knew how to fuck, and she knew how to fuck good. Filming with her only further proved that.

Your eyes scanned the record store once more, a stack of records in your hands as you tried looking for another place where these god forsaken vinyls could go. You were close to simply shoving them underneath the cash register, calling it a night and going home before the drunk tourists eager to visit the city got in your way of getting to your bus stop.

You spotted a spot on top of one of the shelves, which made you huff softly in annoyance. You usually avoided it since you couldn’t reach it, vowing to never put yourself out of your way for a bunch of records no one will want to buy, but there weren’t many and you figured you already had them out, so might as well finish what you started.

As you struggled to push the records up into the tall shelf, you heard the little ding at the front door of your shop over the soft music that you had playing. You couldn’t even bother to turn around, knowing it was most definitely some drunk idiot trying to buy a last minute gift for someone.

“Sorry…we’re…fuck…we’re closed” you huffed out as you struggled even further, the tips of your fingers finally pushing one of the records up and sliding it into place. You didn’t even realize you didn’t hear the usual apology paired with the bell ringing again, signaling that the person had left.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand push into the sliver of skin that was slightly exposed between your jeans and your top, making you shriek loudly and recoil from the persons touch. Once you turned around, you were prepared to smash the stack of records you had over the idiots head who thought it was okay to come in and touch random girls while they worked.

But you only came face to face with those gorgeous green eyes that you seemed to constantly see, even when she wasn’t around.

You let out a soft gasp, reaching forward and landing a not so friendly punch on her leather clad arms, a soft huff leaving your lips as you watched your roommate snort softly at you, trying to stifle a laugh.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Ellie?? I could’ve dropped these” you whine, looking down at the disheveled records before you turned around, going back to trying to pushing them back into their spot.

Ellie sighed softly as she came down from her laughing fit, setting her helmet down on the row of records next to her as she leaned against it. “Shouldn’t you be locking the door once you’re closed? Sounds like a safety hazard to me” she hummed out, clearly trying to get under your skin.

You could practically hear that stupid fucking smirk on her lips, which makes you roll your eyes, even if she was right.

“I had a customer before I started putting these away…I’ll lock up once I’m finished” you explained, still struggling with the second record you had, which makes Ellie chuckle softly.

She pushed herself off of the row she was leaned up against before she stood behind you, her chest pressing against your back, one of her hands resting on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze, before she reached up with ease and pushed the record in with ease.

You let out a soft huff softly, looking down at her hand on your waist before you turn around, looking up at her and narrowing your eyes at the girl. “Is that really necessary?” You question as you gesture to her hand, which only makes her shrug before bringing her hand down and giving your ass a firm squeeze, “not at all. Gimme those and go grab your stuff, I’m taking you home” she explained before she promptly took the records and put them away on the shelf for you.

You simply stare at her in disbelief, watching as she put away the records with ease. She looked over at you, nodding her head towards the back where she knew you kept your stuff while you were working. “Go on. I don’t wanna get stuck in traffic” she explained, which makes you roll your eyes at her before you stomp off to go and grab your things.

Damn her for being so fucking hot.

Soon, you had your jacket on and your bag was slung over your shoulder. When you walked out to the store front to shut off the lights and the music, Ellie was scrolling through her phone, leaned up against the cashier, seemingly waiting for you. She gave you a soft smile when she noticed you were there, pushing her phone into her pocket. “Ready?” She asked, moving to grab her helmet.

You nodded, returning the soft smile before you grabbed the keys, nodding your head towards the door. “Ready” you confirm.

She followed behind you, waiting for you as you locked up the store before leading her out.

You shivered slightly when you both step out into the cold air, watching as the lights of the city illuminate the street, welcoming everyone who was in need of a night out. You just wanted to get home.

You watched as Ellie walked in front of you, setting her helmet down before she opened up her seat to grab her spare and handing it to you before she put hers on and swung her leg over her bike to get on.

Usually, Ellie didn’t pick you up from work. She was most likely busy filming with Julia, finishing up far too late to meet you at work. Sometimes, she’d be in the area and she’d pick you up, but that wasn’t something that happened quite often for you two.

But, ever since you took Julia’s place, Ellie had been picking you up a lot more often.

You took the helmet from her, putting it on your head before you got onto Ellie’s bike, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head along her leather clad back. You heard a soft chuckle muffled by her helmet, her head turning to the side a bit as she felt you cuddle into her from behind.

"Don't need to tell you to hold on tight, do I?" She teased, which earns a soft pinch to her side from you.

Before you know it, Ellie is turning on the engine to her bike, revving it a bit, and you two are speeding down the streets of the city towards your apartment.

The feeling of the cold breeze kissing your exposed skin as Ellie drove you both down the streets made your blood pump. It was fucking stupid, but drives home with her had a way of truly making you feel alive for a bit.

You’d never tell her that, though. It would blow her head up way too much.

Ellie had a tendency to show off in many aspects of her life. One of those manifested whenever she was on her bike. She’d rev her engine when she saw a group of pretty girls, tattooed hands gripping the handles of her bike as she watched them swoon over her. She’d get a kick out of it whenever they’d squeal over her, trying their best to call her back, an attempt at trying to get her to turn around and give them more attention.

You thought it was stupid. It was just Ellie on a bike after all.

Ellie stopped once she reached a red light, her back straightening out a bit as she rested one of her hands on her thighs, patting a mindlessly rhythm into her jean clad leg as she waited for it to turn green so you could both get moving again. Your hands loosened a bit on her waist as you waited as well.

You noticed from the corner of your eye a car pulling up next to you. It’s a sleek black 1969 dodge charger, the lights of the city bouncing off of the shiny paint. It isn’t too flashy, but enough so that anyone can appreciate. You can’t help but gawk a bit at the beautiful car, not at all noticing the window slowly rolling down.

You hear a whistle, which catches both yours and Ellie’s attention. In the car, is an older woman. You took not of her features, noticing how pretty she was, long hair tucked up into a bun, body adorned in what you could only assume was an expensive suit. You notice her lips tugged beneath her teeth as her dark eyes bore holes into your direction, and you can only assume she’s gawking at Ellie, as one usually does when she’s out on her bike. As you look closer, you realize she isn’t looking at Ellie.

She’s looking at you.

And you can’t even deny that your chest doesn’t warm up, because she’s clearly extremely beautiful. Her strong, ring clad hands gripping the steering wheel as her eyes travel down your body. You didn’t think that when you tugged on your favorite pair of jeans and your old brown jacket that same morning that you’d be getting attention from anyone, let alone from a fucking rich milf in the middle of the road.

But you aren’t the only one to notice, because you feel Ellie shift forward, her own hands going back to grip the handle bars of her bike, her head never leaving the direction of the woman who’s shamelessly undressing you with her eyes. You gasp softly underneath your own helmet when the feeling of Ellie revving her bike catches you off guard, ripping you away from the trance the woman has you in. You turn your head to look at Ellie, hands tightening a bit around her waist to prepare your take off.

But Ellie’s head never leaves the woman.

This catches the woman’s attention, and she merely chuckles softly before she sticks her hand out her window and gives Ellie a slight wave, as if to silently tell her she’d back off. The light turns green, and while you think that’s the end of it, you catch a glimpse of the woman sending a wink your way before she zooms off, which prompts Ellie to do soon after, just as fast, knuckles turning white as she gripped her handle bars.

If you weren’t holding on tight enough to Ellie, you’d probably have gone flying.

When you both get home, you decide not to question the very bizarre interaction you both had with that woman, figuring it was just Ellie being Ellie, and there wasn’t really anything to it anyways.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

It makes it even stranger that when you both walk through the door, Ellie doesn’t show a single sign of annoyance, which makes you feel like you’re hallucinating even more than you were before. She’s walking into the apartment, tugging off her jacket and tossing it on a nearby chair, and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before plopping down onto the couch.

So yeah, you’re probably just tired.

You let out a soft hum as you tug off your own jacket before hanging it up, grabbing Ellie’s and hanging it up as well. She had a bad habit of shedding her layers off as soon as she got through the door.

You stand before Ellie in the living room, her legs spread as she babysits a bottle of water, eyes never leaving yours. You watch as she pats her lap quietly, which forces you to give her a look of disbelief.

Usually, you’d have a witty remark for that sort of gesture from Ellie, which would often times be paired with a pillow to her face. But there’s simply something about the way her legs are spread out on the couch, looking so fucking inviting, that makes you quietly follow her orders, and straddle her lap.

Now, most intimacy was supposed to be saved for the camera, it was an unspoken rule of filming with Ellie, or it was a rule you set for yourself. Apart from warming up before filming, letting Ellie get you nice and wet for her before you got on camera with her, there wasn’t really a reason to have any sort of intimacy with her. Things were supposed to go back to normal when you weren’t on camera, back to how things were as roommates.

But, you’d be lying if you said that’s how it was. You and Ellie had always had an affectionate relationship, one that never went without cuddling, caressing, even crashing in your bed from time to time when she couldn’t sleep. You were no stranger to Ellie’s strong hands on your body, because that was just Ellie. She had a thing for gripping and groping, always wanting her hands to be occupied with something whenever you were near, you assumed that’s how she was with everyone.

There just seemed to be something about getting regularly fucked by Ellie that made the intimacy take a different level, a different course that made things feel…different.

And of course, there’s no harm in that. You watched Ellie kiss Julia goodnight every time she left the house, always taking an extra few minutes to hold her when they were done. If they could do it, why couldn’t you two do it?

Ellie let out a soft hum of approval when you straddled her lap, disregarding the water bottle so that both her hands were free to grip your hips, pulling you closer to her. Your hands went around her neck, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck as she pressed her face against your neck, giving your skin a deep inhale.

“Missed you today…” she mumbled softly against your skin, which makes you roll your eyes playfully, yet still keeping her close. “You saw me this morning before I left” you argue softly, which only earns a soft whine from Ellie, you can feel her lips form a pout against your throat before she presses soft kisses to it.

“So? Still missed you” she explained, her voice low as she spoke. You can’t help but giggle softly, staring down at the girl as she litters your throat with soft kisses.

But this feels way too fucking intimate, even for you and Ellie.

You clear your throat, tugging her hair back a bit to force her to look at you, which makes Ellie groan softly, half in annoyance, and half in pleasure. She loved it whenever you did what you wanted with her.

“We filming tonight?” You ask quickly, a sorry attempt at trying to interrupt this soppy little scene you and her are having.

You see a flash of something ripple through Ellie’s green eyes, something you can’t quite put your finger on, because she’s changing her expression much too quickly, giving you and eager nod as her hands go from gently caressing you, to gripping your ass tightly. This makes you whine softly in her lap.

“Eager to have me…aren’t you baby” she chuckles softly, the shift in her personality clear as her eyes quickly darken with lust. You swallow nervously, always feeling small in front of Ellie whenever she looked at you that way. You feel the way she slowly begins grinding your hips down into her lap, strong hands gripping you and moving you as she pleased. You can only nod, your lips forming a gentle pout before a gentle sigh leaves them.

“Always…” you moan out softly, which makes her smirk up at you proudly. You’d gotten so good at voicing what you wanted these past few weeks, it made warmth pool at Ellie’s core.

She gives your ass a firm spank before she nodded her head towards her room. “Go get the camera, baby” she ordered gently, that delicious tone of dominance lacing her words, you quickly followed her instructions, getting up from her lap and going to her room to get the equipment.

That was another thing, with your new presence in Ellie’s work, came a change of scenery in her videos.

Ellie usually kept her videos and streams exclusive to her bedroom, having the common courtesy to not fuck all over your shared apartment. But now that it was just you two, there was a new sense of freedom when it came to filming with you. It happened one day when Ellie was finger fucking your pussy on the couch, and had the bright idea to grab her camera, because it was just too fucking good to not hit record on.

Once again, another example of intimacy outside of filming.

You returned with all of the filming equipment, never knowing what Ellie had planned for a shoot, so instead opting to bring everything so she could choose from.

Ellie smirks softly as she sits up from her spot on the couch, eyes low and filled with lush as you walk back into the living room. You lift up her camera and her tripod, a confused frown on your lips as you look between the two. “M’not sure what you wanted to film, so I brought both. I can always go back and-“ she’s quickly cutting you off, standing up from the couch and slowly making her way to you before she takes both out of your hands gently, and sets them down on your coffee table.

“We can focus on that, later…I need to make sure you’re ready..” she purred out, making you swallow back a whimper.

Her hands go down to yours, gently gripping your arms before she pushes them to rest around her neck, her own hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to her body.

‘Making sure you were ready’ was just Ellie’s way of saying she wanted a moment with you off camera.

You simply give her a nod, your head already tilting forward as you lean in to press a kiss to her soft lips. Ellie groans in approval, her head tilting to the side a bit as soon as you were pressed against her, deepening the kiss. Her nimble fingers slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze while also using the leverage to pull you closer, pressing your chest firmly against hers. This make you gasp, and as always, she uses that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Ellie smirks into the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth as her hands massage your ass through your jeans.

“Been needy for me, baby? I’ve been needy for you…” she confessed between the feverish kiss. It was slow, and dirty, and so fucking erotic, it had your panties soaked already.

All you could do was nod, desperately pushing your lips back against hers as you tugged at her shirt. “Thought about you all day…” you said mindlessly, which makes Ellie chuckle softly against you.

“Yeah? God…me fuckin too…kept thinking about your pretty cunt all day…fucked my self so many times to the thought of you…” she groaned out. Her words make you moan a bit louder.

You’re so fucked out already, that you can barely register what it is that she just confessed to you.

Ellie hums softly as she breaks the kiss, looking down at you as you stare up at her with lust filled eyes and a needy pout. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, her own swollen lip tugged between her teeth.

“Bet you loved when that woman was staring at you…didn’t you.”

This catches you off guard.

Your eyes widen a bit, shocked over the fact that Ellie was even bringing it up to you, especially when all you wanted was her hands on your cunt, not the image of another woman in your head.

You don’t know why, but your first response is to quickly shake your head.

“What? She wasn’t…I didn’t notice her staring” you try, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Ellie chuckles softly as she watches you, catching your chin between her thumb and pointer finger as she angles your face up a bit more to stare up at her.

“It’s okay baby…she was very pretty…” she agreed, giving a slow nod before she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, head cocking to the side in a teasing manner before she hummed out softly.

“You think she could make you feel as good as I do?” She questioned, blown out pupils surrounded by a sliver of green staring down into your own.

And again, you’re quickly shaking your head, because you know for a fact that there is probably only a handful of people on this planet that can fuck you as good as Ellie can, and that’s being generous to the general population. Ellie fucks good, and anyone who gets to experience that is fucking lucky.

They’re also ruined for anyone else who comes after her.

“Fuck…you know no one can…come on El…need you so bad…” you whine softly, giving Ellie a whiny little pout as you tug at her shirt further, feeling like you’ll explode if you don’t have her hands on you in the next few seconds. Ellie simply chuckles, watching as you whine and pout for her, a sorry attempt at trying to find your way out of the conversation.

“You’re damn right they can’t…such a good girl…” she praises, which makes you whine softly.

Ellie hums softly as she stares down at your body, giving your waist a gentle tap. “Stay here.” She ordered softly before she moved over to set up the camera.

You watch as she sets up the tripod, making it level with the couch, low enough so that it stops right where the back of the couch ends, so that it doesn’t catch your kitchen in the background. She turns it on before she goes behind it, bending down a bit to make sure the angle is good before she nods to herself before she moved to sit down on the couch much like she was earlier, legs spread wide, her dark jeans stretching over her toned thighs. Her arms stretched along the back of the couch, dark eyes boring holes as she watched you.

“Strip” she ordered.

Fuck.

You immediately began slowly stripping for her. Staring with your t shirt, then with your jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties for a moment before you removed those as well, until you were fully naked in front of Ellie, her eyes eating you up like a hungry animal.

“So fuckin pretty…Jesus…” she groaned softly underneath her breath, letting you simply stand there, naked for her, under the dim lighting of your cozy living room.

After a moment passed, she nodded her head towards the camera. “Start recording, and then come over here.” She instructed once again, and she didn’t need to tell you twice.

You slowly walked over to the camera. On the screen, you could see Ellie on the camera, only her body visible, looking so fucking strong and confident. You knew from the angle of the camera alone, that Ellie’s viewers were in for a treat with this one.

And so were you.

When you hit record, you made your way over to Ellie slowly. She hummed softly, eyes staring up at you as you stood over her before she looked down at her lap, as if silently telling you to take a seat. You straddled her lap, the rough material of her jeans on your naked body making you hiss softly.

Ellie hummed, her large hands roaming your body the second you were on her lap. “Fuck…look at you baby..came home to all this?” Her words make you frown in confusion for only a moment, yet you quickly catch onto the fantasy that she’s trying to sell to her viewers.

You give a soft giggle, nodding as you lean in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “Missed you so much…wanted to surprise you..” you purr out softly, a soft whine leaving your lips once Ellie began to slowly grind you down on her lap as she was earlier, yet this time it makes you huff softly, the rough material of her jeans dragging along your sensitive core.

“Aren’t I lucky…coming home to my pretty girl like this…fuck…you’ve been on my mind all fucking day…” she groaned out, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked down at your naked body, a soft hiss leaving her lips as she let her hand come in between you both, catching your slippery clit against her thumb. She watches your facial expression change, a soft moan leaving your lips as you rest your hands on either one of her shoulders, looking down at her hand toying with you.

“So wet already…stand up for me baby” she hummed out softly as she gave your hip a gentle pat. You listened, standing up from her lap, which allowed her to lay down onto the couch, one of her knees bent up as the other leg laid down. She gestured you over to her.

“Come sit on my face princess” she ordered.

Her words alone made you whine, and you wasted no time straddled her face, either side of your legs shielding her face from the camera.

As soon as you were settled, her tongue was out, inviting you down to take a seat as you rested a bit of your wait onto it, your pussy pressing against the warm muscle. You moan out loudly, back arching as you slowly began rocking your hips back and forth on Ellie’s flattened tongue.

The apartment was soon filled with the sounds of your moans, and Ellie’s tongue lapping away at your soaked cunt. It was times like this that Ellie had to depend on you to carry out the vocals, seeing as her mouth was a bit…occupied.

“F-feels so good…missed you so much today…” you moan out shyly, testing the waters with your voice a bit. Ellie groaned below you, her own hips bucking upwards, grinding into nothing as she gave you a quiet gesture to keep going.

You whined, giving her a slow nod as you kept going.

“You look so pretty…fuck…I love your tongue so much…” you moan out again, which earns another moan from Ellie, sending vibrations onto your sopping cunt. You moan loudly again, one of her hands coming up from around your thigh, to snake up your body and toy with your boobs, massaging the skin, pinching your nipples, her hips still bucking up into nothing with need.

You notice, turning around a bit and catching the way her hips bucked up with need. You whimper softly, reaching a hand behind you to undo her jeans before you push them down her pants, her own clit throbbing against your fingers as you begin rubbing her, watching as her eyes roll back when you begin doing this.

“Feels good? Fuck…you’re so fucking wet…fuuuckk…wanna…wanna cum with you…please” you practically beg, your arm already becoming sore from the uncomfortable position, yet you still paid the upmost attention to her poor needy pussy.

Ellie always prioritized your pleasure, it was time you do the same.

Ellie moaned and groaned against your pussy, her tongue speeding up the closer she got, her pussy grinding into your fingers desperately. You arched your back, eyebrows furrowed as you let your head fall back, the pleasure becoming too much.

You knew she was close, the grip on your thighs was almost deadly, and you were too. It wasn’t long before her hips were sputtering, her arousal soaking your fingers as she came. This alone was enough to make you shriek with pleasure, nearly falling back as your arm nearly gave out from behind you, but Ellie’s strong arms were already on your hips to keep you up, pulling you further up as she lapped at your core, helping you ride out your orgasm.

The thing you hated about filming with Ellie the most? You couldn’t even scream her name when she made you cum.

You breathed hard, your exhausted pussy shying away from Ellie’s tongue as you stared down at her, body back in its upright position, her gorgeous green eyes staring up at yours, cheeks red as she gave your pussy kitty licks.

“You should stay out late more often..” you tease, which earns a soft giggle from both of you.

Ellie gives your pussy one last kiss before she pushes you down her body so you’re straddling her waist, her eyes low and hazy as she stares up at you, gently massaging the skin of your thighs.

You always enjoyed the aftermath with her, the silence that came with it, the come down was almost as good as the sex itself. You were both so fucked out, so utterly satisfied, the warmth that overtook you was almost unbearable. You could stay there forever if you truly wanted to.

But alas, it never lasted long enough.

You felt the familiar tap on your thighs, a silent reminder that Ellie had to indeed get up and stop the camera recording. You roll off of her with wobbly thighs, cuddling into the couch and grabbing a nearby blanket to shield your body from the cold air of your apartment.

You watch with sleepy eyes as Ellie gets up, buttoning up her jeans and turning off the camera before pulling it front the tripod to look back at the footage, making sure it was all recorded correctly.

You hear your moans echoing from the device, which makes you whine softly. You always hated hearing yourself, no matter how hot you and Ellie looked. Ellie chuckles softly, shaking her head as she watched the video for a moment longer before she shut off the camera.

“That improv of yours was pretty damn good…they’re gonna like that” she added, making you giggle softly before giving her a shrug. “I always like playing with your pussy” your words make Ellie groan, and she’s suddenly giving you a look of warning, a smirk playing on her lips to match.

“Don’t play with something you can’t handle sweetheart” she warned you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, despite the fire you feel from that look alone.

“Please, you wouldn’t know how to fuck me even if you had the chance” you challenge her.

Oh yeah, that was another thing. Ellie still hadn’t properly fucked you yet.

You huffed softly as you tugged yet another top off of your body. You’d tried on nearly every article of clothing you had in your closet, yet it just wasn’t fucking working. It was times like this, that you simply wanted to burn all of your clothes and never leave your house again.

You were currently getting ready for a date, a girl you’d met at the record store had ended up asking you out on a date while you were showing her to the new age rock section that the store carried.

The first thing that went through your mind when the girl asked, wasn’t how pretty she was, or how nice her fingers looked wrapped around the edge of the thin vinyls in her hand.

No, none of that went through your head. The only thing that went through your head when the girl asked you out was Ellie.

And that scared you.

Because it’s Ellie for gods sake. The girl you’ve been living with for almost three years now, the girl who you watched eat dry cereal from the box instead of making herself a proper meal, the girl who you’ve watched genuinely find family guy funny…

The girl who’d been playing your body like a fucking guitar for almost a month now.

You realized, you needed this date.

So you agreed, giving the girl your number and telling her to text you so you guys could set up a date.

The guilt was eating you alive, because while Ellie would be fucking you with a dildo, her lips firmly on yours, you knew in the back of your head you had a girl waiting to see you at the end of the week.

And it was conflicting because did you even have to tell Ellie? Would it be stupid if you did? Would it be wrong if you didn’t? It was still just Ellie, after all. Sure, she’d seen you naked now, and she’d made you cum more times than you could count, and you her, but she was still your friend. She was still your normal roommate, your Ellie. And there was nothing really holding you back from going on dates.

Right?

You chalked up all your guilt by convincing yourself that Ellie was probably talking to other girls too, actively searching for a girlfriend, or even a permanent filming partner while you temporarily filled that spot.

Because while you guys never formally spoke about it, that’s all you were, temporary.

It worked out perfectly, because Ellie had gone out for the night, texting you and telling you she had some stuff to do, errands to run. It gave you the place all to yourself to get ready. You would’ve felt extremely stupid sneaking out of your own apartment to avoid any awkward interactions with Ellie. Even though you weren’t even sure if it would even be awkward.

You ended up settling on a little black dress, a pair of black boots and a leather bomber jacket, an outfit you had long since ran dry with how many times you wore, but you looked good, and you weren’t going to to stray away from that.

You fluffed out your hair after you finished up your makeup, spraying on your favorite perfume before you grabbed your phone, sending record store girl a quick text, letting her know that you’d be leaving your house now to meet her at the bar that you two had agreed on going to for your first date.

You couldn’t ignore the sour taste in your mouth, and the aching feeling in your belly as you looked around your room, making your final rounds before you left. There was something about the entire ordeal that just felt…dirty. The fact that you were sneaking around, hiding something that you felt needed to be hidden…

Leaving Ellie for the night.

All of it made you feel ill, and the fact that you felt that way made you feel even worse.

But regardless of it all, Ellie was out and it was all in your head. Ellie probably wouldn’t even care if you went out with a girl! She’d be happy for you, she’d send you out of the apartment with an encouraging slap on your ass before telling you to wrap it up before you-

Suddenly, you could hear Ellie opening up the door from the other side of your apartment door. You feel like you’ll freeze up and die in that very moment.

She walks into the house humming a tune you can’t quite find, probably some song that had been stuck in her head. She has her helmet tucked under her arm, and a brown paper bag with the logo of your favorite take out spot slung along her long fingers. She doesn’t notice you at first, because she’s too busy cursing under her breath as she tries to get herself inside, a low groan leaving her lips a she tosses her keys into the entrance bowl, kicking the door shut behind her.

“Babe? You home? I brought dinner” she calls out.

You feel sick to your fucking stomach.

Because it feels too domestic, too romantic, too fucking far for you and Ellie for her to be calling out for you that way, to be ordering your favorite dinner and bringing it home for you. You aren’t even entirely sure what prompted her to do this, and you don’t know who you’re more annoyed with, her for doing it, or you for not being honest with her.

You’re too caught up in your thoughts, because you barely realize that Ellie’s eyes are finally on yours, a confused frown as she stares at you up and down, clearly readying yourself to leave the apartment.

“You…look so pretty. Are we going somewhere?” She questions slowly, her sentence slipping into a tone of worry, as if she’d forgotten about something that you planned for the both of you, her big green eyes frantically searching yours.

You can’t fucking do this anymore.

You inhale deeply, shaking your head as you clear your throat, your fingers tugging at the bottom of your dress as you try to find your voice, find your words to break it to Ellie.

“I um….I have a date tonight” you mumble out softly, barely loud enough for Ellie to hear, hoping that she doesn’t and some miracle snatches this ridiculous conversation away so you don’t have to experience it.

But she does hear you.

Her face goes from worried to annoyed almost instantly, her brows knitted together as her lips form a confused frown. “A date? With who?” She spits out, and the tone is too accusing for you. It makes you wince slightly, your lips forming a frown of your own as you let out a soft sigh.

“Girl I met at the record store” you sigh out, and you hate this, because it feels so far from what you and Ellie are. It feels to reminiscent of a jealous girlfriend cornering you, confused as to why you’d ever leave her when she was there waiting for you, why on earth would you pass her up for anyone else when she gives you everything anyways?

The energy you can feel radiating off of Ellie is the same thing you felt when that woman was looking at you on the road. It feels hostile, and possessive, it feels like she has some claim on you that you aren’t even fully aware of, and it’s the reason you decided to go on the date in the first place, because regardless of not fully knowing what it is that’s happened between you and Ellie.

You know it isn’t good.

Ellie moves to drop the food onto the coffee table, a bit too harshly in your opinion. Her strong hand goes up to run through her brown hair, one hand on her hip as she stares at the floor for a moment. You should’ve just taken that as an opportunity to leave, to avoid all of this. But you don’t.

“It’s…it’s Friday night. We’re supposed to film. We film every Friday” she argues.

Fuck.

You chew your maroon tinted bottom lip, feeling like a kid who’s done something bad and is now facing the repercussions of a disappointed parent. You feel small, and stupid, and you can’t believe you forgot about it. There had been such a blur between the schedule you had with Ellie, with far too many moments of making out with her on the couch, or her fingers finding their way into your pants whenever you were watching a movie together, that the intimacy in your brain was becoming confused with the intimacy that was needed for the camera and the camera only.

And in that moment, you realize that this needs to end.

Because maybe you and Ellie can go back to normal, maybe you can forget about this and she can find someone who is better at this stuff than you are. It’s too confusing, and it’s putting you in a bad position of thinking too deep into things while also missing the bigger picture, and you’re fucking exhausted.

You inhale deeply, opening your mouth to speak, to tell her that this isn’t what you want anymore, that this isn’t for you anymore. You have it all mapped out, how you’re going to finally tell her that this simply can’t go on anymore.

But suddenly, your phone goes off.

You frown, looking down at the glowing device in your hands. It’s a text from record store girl, she’s telling you how she just left her house, and how excited she is to see you tonight. This catches Ellie’s attention too.

She looks down at your phone, her angry and annoyed expression still present on her face.

“Is that her?” She asks. You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head as you try pushing your phone in your jacket pocket. “Ellie I…when I get back I really think we should talk about-“ she quickly cuts you off, her voice a bit louder than it was when she first asked.

“I said…is that her?” Her words are slower, clearer, as if she wants you to hear every goddamn syllable that leaves her mouth. You know she isn’t fucking around, and you simply inhale deeply, taking your phone out of your pocket and looking at the message that was still lingering at the bottom of your Lock Screen.

“Yeah…it is….” You admit, ignoring how fucking stupid you feel for telling Ellie this. You should have left, you should have ignored her and gone on your date and had a good time so you could come home and tell her that she needed to find a new filming partner, because you weren’t cut out for this shit anymore.

She begins taking slow strides towards you, the closer she gets, the more you can smell her cologne. It makes you swallow back a whine, because her scent is the single most euphoric thing to you right now. It haunts you in your sleep, and it makes your mouth water whenever she’s on top of you.

Soon, she’s right in front of you, her green eyes staring down at your outfit, taking in everything that you have on, how pretty your hair and makeup is. Her slender fingers come up to tug at your jacket slightly, a soft puff of air exiting her nose before she speaks. “What’d she tell you? That she’s on her way? So excited to see you?” She questions, her voice low and taunting as her nimble fingers dance along your jacket, ghosting along the fabric of your dress.

“Fuckin idiot…she’s on her way to some shitty bar and I’ve got her girl practically shaking for me..” she hummed out softly.

And it was true. Ellie had hardly touched you, yet your fists were balled at your side, body practically begging for her as her skilled fingers barely gave you what you wanted. The second she was in front of you, your brain was clouded with her, with all the things you wanted from her, all the things you knew she could do to you.

“Had so much planned for us tonight, baby…wanted to finally show you off live..wanted to take care of that pretty body of yours…and you were getting all dolled up for some asshole who probably wouldn’t know how to make you cum even if she got the chance” she explains, her voice low, minty breath fanning across your face, making you whine softly.

“You’ve never dress like this for me before…” she groans out, and it makes your eyes widen a bit. Before you can open your mouth and say anything back, her skinny fingers are grabbing your chin and angling your face up to fully look at her, her green eyes staring down into yours as she licked her bottom lip slowly.

“God I can’t stand you sometimes..” she sighed out softly before she pressed her mouth against yours in a needy kiss. Your hands instantly wrap around her neck, keeping her close as her own arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against her body.

It’s as if any and all moral high ground that you had was gone, replaced by only thoughts of Ellie. You let her fill you up, breath life into you as her warm tongue explored your mouth, dominated the kiss and took you on a wild fucking ride that only consisted of a single kiss from her.

Soon, she’s breaking the kiss, and it makes you whine and chase her lips. She chuckles softly, the sound dark and taunting as she stares down at your needy eyes and swollen lips. “Now you’re chasing me…poor thing…” she tuts out, clearly mocking you with a pouty tone.

She slips her hand into your jacket pocket, taking out your phone and looking at the message. She rolls her eyes, pushing the phone in between you two.

“You’re gonna call her, and you’re gonna tell her you aren’t coming” she demands. Your eyes go wide, looking up at Ellie before you quickly shake your head. “What? No! Ellie I can’t! I…can’t I just text her?” Even your own words shock you a bit, because are you seriously staying with Ellie when there was a perfectly willing girl waiting for you at a bar down the street?

If Ellie said so, then yeah. Yeah you were.

Ellie shrugged before she unlocked your phone, having learned your password way back when you two first moved in together. “Fine. I’ll call her” she nodded, her fingers scrolling through your phone to find the girls contact. This makes your eyes go wider, and you quickly snatch your phone from Ellie’s hand, because you know that Ellie will be shameless with it, and it’ll make you look way worse than you already do by flaking so last minute.

“No! No…fine…I’ll do it. Just…please be quiet, Ellie” you plead, giving her a look of warning before you sigh softly, looking down at your phone for a moment before you click the girl contact, set it to call, and put your phone to your ear.

Ellie smiles proudly, pearly teeth gleaming as her hands give your hips a firm squeeze. “That’s my fuckin girl…” she praises. Her words makes your insides flutter, core tightening around nothing as you wait for the girl to answer, a gentle pout on your lips despite the fact that your arms were still wrapped around Ellie, and she still had your body pressed against hers.

After a few rings, she finally answers. Her voice is bright and bubbly and you want to kick yourself for doing this to someone so fucking sweet.

“Hey….look…I’m really sorry but I think I’m going to have to-“ your words are cut off by Ellie’s lips pressing against your neck, wet mouth working against your skin, bitting and sucking, sure to leave marks in the morning. It makes you gasp softly..

Because Ellie never left marks.

It wasn’t something that ever really bothered you. It helped in all honesty, you didn’t really want to be walking around littered in Ellie’s hickies, it would’ve resulted in too many questions from your coworkers and friends, and you really didn’t want to deal with that. It was just an unspoken rule, Ellie didn’t mark you, and you didn’t mark her. That was too far along the lines of being a couple for you.

But clearly, that had all changed tonight.

There was a sense of possessiveness that you could feel when she did it. Teeth and tongue sucking and biting at your soft skin, eager to claim you in any way that she possibly could. Between the feeling of it, and the fact that she was doing it, it made it hard to talk, your eyes rolling back into your head as you bit back a whimper, covering it up with a couch as you tried finding the words in your fuzzy head to speak to the girl.

Ellie smirked against your throat as she listened to you struggle, listened to the muffled words of the confused girl on the other line try to understand what it was you were saying.

You tugged at Ellie’s hair slightly, yet still kept her close as she mouthed your neck. “I…I can’t…look I’m really not feeling well..I…mph…I can’t come out tonight. I’m sorry” you quickly ramble out, knowing you were too close to moaning out Ellie’s name to keep this going on any longer. Before you were able to hear what the girl had to say on the other line, you hang up, turn your phone off and toss it onto the couch.

You moan softly, tilting your head to the side to give Ellie better access to your neck. “I can’t believe you fucking did that…” you moan out as you began shrugging your jacket off, tossing it somewhere in the living room. You felt too hot, too fucking needy, everything was just too much and you struggled to wrap your head around what exactly was even happening.

“Me? I didn’t do anything…you’re the one that cancelled on the poor girl” Ellie teased gently, which earns a swat to her arm from your end.

You sigh softly, tugging her hair back so that she’s pulled away from your neck. You waste no time in crashing your lips against hers, your tongue pushing into her mouth with need as you kiss her feverishly. Ellie groans into the kiss, her hands going down to give your ass a firm squeeze. “Eager are we?” She grunts against your lips.

You huff softly, ignoring her words as you begin pushing her backwards towards her room, your lips never leaving the sloppy kiss. It’s so fucking erotic, and messy, and needy, and there’s so much filling it that you can both clearly feel. You decide to ignore it.

“I decided to stay with you…you better make this worth it” you groan out softly, which only earns a smirk from Ellie as she stares down at you, her heart fluttering at the way you pushed her around, did with her as you pleased.

“I always do, baby” she chuckled softly, and all you want to do is wipe that smug fucking smirk off her beautiful face.

Once you’re in her bedroom, you press your palms against her chest, shoving her back to lay on her bed. She lets out a soft moan, clearly happy with the way that you’re handling her.

You tug your dress up a bit as you move to straddle her, her hands instantly moving to grip your thighs. She lets out a soft hiss, her lust filled eyes eating up the way your dress hugs your curves, pushes up your boobs. For a moment, you see a hint of something flash through her eyes as she watches you, taking in the dress that you wore for a date, wore for someone else.

You don’t ignore it this time, because it’s clearly jealously.

You don’t know whether or not you should say something, or kiss her, or do anything else to get your mind off of it, but you don’t have to. Because as soon as you’re settled down on her lap, you can feel a foreign bulge pressing into your clothed core, and it makes your eyes widen and Ellie smirks and rolls her hips up to grind it into you, and then you realize what the surprise that Ellie had was.

Ellie was finally going to fuck you tonight.

And not with her fingers, or with a sex toy, it would be with her strap. She was going to fuck you, something you’d already assumed wasn’t going to happen between the two of you.

She must have noticed the shocked look on your face, because she chuckles as she continues grinding her cock into you, making you whine softly as you press you hands on her hips to give yourself leverage as you roll your hips to meet her movements.

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours…went out and brought a brand new one just for you…” she explained, revealing what it was that she’d been out doing while you were getting ready for your date.

She was buying new toys to fuck you with, and picking up dinner for after.

You felt like you were dreaming.

All you can do is moan in response, eagerly undoing Ellie’s jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel her fill you up, fucking into you deliciously, giving you what you’d always wanted.

Ellie is quick to grab your wrists, pulling them away from her jeans. “Ahh, not so fast, princess….we’re gonna do this the right way” she hums out softly. You can’t help but pout, a soft huff leaving your lips as you open your mouth to complain, but Ellie is already sitting up, gently pushing you back to lay on her bed properly as she crawls over you.

She hums softly, staring down at your body for a moment, silently taking you in before she pushes your dress up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as her hands find its spot cupping your clothed pussy.

“Hmm….so wet already…I’m gonna have so much fun taking you, baby…” she groaned against your lips, swallowing up your moans as her slender fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you slowly, forcing the cotton material of your pantries to go translucent as your arousal soaked them almost entirely.

And your head is spinning as she kisses you, because she’s being so slow, so gentle, treating your body with so much care. And it’s not unlike Ellie to do this, but you just assumed this would have gone differently. You expected her to be rough, fucking into you while telling you how no one could ever fuck her like she does…

But she’s not. She’s so gentle, and soft, and it’s making your heart do dances it’s never done before..

Ellie lets out a soft sigh as she tugs your panties to the side, feeling your velvety folds better now without the fabric constricting her. She rubs you slowly, building you up, getting your sopping little pussy all warmed up for her cock. Soon, her hands leave your core, and she pulls you up to tug your dress off before laying you back down, and tugging off your panties as well, leaving you entirely naked before her.

Ellie hisses softly under her breath as she eyes you, sitting back on her legs as she begins tugging off her own shirt, before she crawls off the bed to tug her jeans off, leaving her completely naked as well, eyes never leaving your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” she mumbles out softly before she crawls back onto you, pressing her naked chest against yours. The feeling makes you moan loudly into her mouth as she kisses you, because you’ve never felt Ellie like this. You’ve never had her body pressed up against yours this way, and it feels like the single most intimate thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

Ellie’s hand goes down to her cock, gripping the base before she brings it to your core, running it along your sopping wet folds, against your clit before she slowly feeds you her length, earning a whiny moan from you.

Ellie quickly nods as she kisses you softly, one of her hands giving your waist a squeeze. “I know baby…I know it’s big…you can take me…I know you can” she praises you, and it makes you moan softly into her mouth as she rubs your clit, pushing further into your weeping cunt.

“Ellie…fuck…more…need more” you moan against her, the empty feeling still present as she waits for you to tell her it’s okay to keep going. She groans softly, pushing more of her length into you until she bottoms out completely, her thighs flushed against yours as she waits for you to adjust to her size.

You roll your hips slowly, already feeling yourself leaking around the length, and you give her a nod, staring into her green eyes as your hips buck up into her. “Need you, El…need more of you..” you moan out softly.

And Ellie feels like her head is spinning when you say that.

Her strong hand goes down, gripping your thigh as she slowly fucks into you, moaning as her clit bumps against the back of the strap with her movements.

Her eyes never leaves you, watches as your face contorts in pleasure, moaning loudly for her, arching your back when the tip of her cock rubs against your velvety walls, watching as you fall apart on her length.

Her thrusts are slow, and calculated and she’s staring down at all of you as she fucks into you. You suddenly feel her long fingers wrap around your cheeks, pulling you to look up at her because frankly, you’re having a hard time looking anywhere.

“Eyes on me, baby…need to see you right now…f-fuck…that’s my good fucking girl…taking me so well” she praises, and it makes you moan loudly with her. You grab her wrist, watching as she fucks into you faster, both of you getting closer and closer to what you’ve been needing for who knows how fucking long.

Suddenly, Ellie’s hand leaves your face and instead, grabs your hand, bringing it above your head as she interlocks your fingers. Her gaze is so intense, and the grip on your hand is so tight, you feel tears prickling at the ends of your eyes because whatever the hell is happening is too goddamn intense, it’s taking over you completely, and it’s making it all too much.

“Ellie…Ellie I…I…” you choke out between little moans and whines, your eyes growing glossy as you stare up at her, and Ellie is already nodding despite your lack of words, because she understands, she feels it too, and you don’t even have to say it.

“Come on baby…give it to me…fuck…cum with my angel…please” she’s practically begging, her own moans cutting off her words as she fucks you faster, the grip on your hand almost lethal as she stares down at you, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.

And you feel it, how could you not? Your orgasm washes over you almost painfully, making you close your eyes shut as your back arches, squeezing Ellie’s hand as you cum hard on her cock. It’s too much, too intimate, too fucking intense, and you feel like you’ll explode just from the feeling of it.

Ellie has no other choice but to smash her lips against yours when she sees it, she can practically feel the way you grip her cock with your pussy and it’s the catalyst that sends her into her own sea of pleasure, euphoria swallowing her up and almost drowning her as she kisses you with everything she’s feeling, pouring it all out into you as her hips slowly fuck into you, riding out both yours and her orgasm.

The come down is hard, because she’s on top of you, and it’s quiet apart from the heavy breathing between you and hear, and her head is resting on her chest…

And all Ellie can think about, is how utterly fucked she is..

Because she’s in love with you

[missmeinyourbones]

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

cw: non sorcerer au, college au, enemies to lovers (?) neighbors to lovers, miscommunication trope if you squint (I AM SORRY), reader e to as she/her once, reader wears heels, some light sexual content (dry humping nation rise)

wc: 10k+

There's something wrong with your upstairs neighbors. 

You've never met them, not face to face at least, but between the times you've hit your ceiling with the end of your broom and the audacity they have to continue to be as rowdy as they are, something isn't right with them. You're sure of it. 

And you're not naive to the fact that your apartment building is filled with young people, either currently in college or just freshly graduated. You're no prude to the dulled sound of late-night party playlists or squeaky bed frames muffled by plaster. 

But your neighbors aren't guilty of these typical noise complaints. No, they're borderline much worse.

The majority of their crimes take place in the day, believe it or not, which makes it all the more frustrating when you actually have shit to do. When it's not boyish yells of victory and frustration, it's footsteps that sound like a herd of elephants (how many people can live in an apartment floor plan for two?). They're relentless upstairs neighbors to have, and though you couldn't pick their faces out of a crowd if you tried, you're sure their lack of etiquette spans across other areas of their lives. 

The tiny clock at the top of your computer blinks a mocking 11:38 AM as you try to study through the sounds of excited stomping and rowdy gibberish. 

You don't know what makes today so different, whether it's the burnt coffee beans you can taste lingering in your usual order from the cafe across the street or the organic chemistry study guide practically laughing at you as you review your hieroglyphic notes for tomorrow's test.

Whatever is in the water has you feeling braver than usual, and instead of reaching for the conveniently placed broom in the corner of your kitchen, you find yourself stomping your way down the hall and up the staircase.

The sixth floor is identical to the fifth — you don't know why it wouldn't be, but you've never put much thought into it — so it's no surprise that your feet find no trouble in naturally bringing you to a door equivalent to yours just a floor below. 

Your knuckles wrap against the wood with three unfriendly knocks, and the joyous buzzing from inside the apartment instantly comes to a lull. You think you hear panicked whispers from the other side, almost as if the culprits are debating on answering or not. You take their choice away when you knock three more times. 

After a moment, you hear the clicking of the lock and the fiddling of the doorknob. You take a deep breath to ground yourself, put on your best customer service voice, and prepare to calmly tell these entitled frat boys to shut the fuck up when—

You're ironically met with the prettiest green eyes you think you've ever seen.

A tall brunette stands before you, about your age, and wearing a look that's both confused and embarrassed. Your eyes quickly flicker across his face in the span of mere seconds, logical thoughts going out the window and now replaced with amazement at how stupidly attractive he is. 

Though you knocked on his door, he speaks first.

"Hi...?" He clears his throat, looking behind you in the hallway, almost as if you have the wrong room. 

His confusion annoys you, and you suddenly remember why you're here in the first place. 

"Look, I really don't wanna be a bitch," you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "but what could you possibly be doing in this apartment that sounds like an actual full-out brawl on a Wednesday morning?"

Obliviously handsome neighbor's face goes a bit pink and his jaw slacks as he stutters, looking for either a shitty excuse or a polite explanation of the truth.

He opens the door a bit more, gesturing to the living room behind him. You spare a glance to where another guilty suspect stares back at you with big brown eyes and a smirk. There's some video game paused on the screen, ridden with animated blood and a scoped weapon's perspective.

Your attention is brought back to the one holding the door when he mumbles, "I think it's our game."

A bit dumbfounded at his lame answer, you blankly stare at him.

"Your... game?"

Brown Eyes yells from the couch, "Call of Duty!"

As if on instinct, Green Eyes closes the door a bit, shielding you from his roommate and shaking his head in exasperation. He clears his throat awkwardly, "Sorry, are you—?"

You're suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you've been staring at how long his fucking eyelashes are. He's anything but sore on the eyes, but again, you try to remind yourself that he and his roommate make your life difficult at least five out of seven days of the week.

"I live below you," you huff behind a swallow, "and you really don't make it easy." 

He nods dumbly, finally realizing the connection behind your visit. "Oh, right."

You scoff and nod your head. For someone as pretty as him, he's a bit thick in the head. 

Biting your cheek, you begin to walk away from the door without completely ending the conversation. As you're turning to leave, he hears you call out from down the corridor. 

"If you could just — not play video games like eleven-year-old boys," your tone is filled with annoyance, "that'd be great." 

You don't need to turn around to know that the stranger at the door is apologetic and nodding in compliance. Before he can fully shut the door, you hear a quip from his counterpart on the couch.

"She told you, bro."

As the door shuts, you hear the muffled hiss from the other. "You're the one making noise, dipshi—"

…..

Your threatening conversation must have worked to some degree, because it's been almost two days without any sort of annoyance from your upstairs neighbors. You think you almost take it for granted, the way you can study without headphones and enjoy a movie in the living room rather than in your bed with the speaker on high.

The walk back from your class is usually about twenty minutes, but it's closer to fifteen today as you're quicker when it comes to getting out of the cold.

Your chemistry test went alright — maybe not your best work but okay enough that you passed. And that's all you care about as you make your way back to your apartment, intending to crash in your bed and not move for the next few hours.

The winter air leaves a chill up your spine as you swipe into your building and press the elevator button. Your nose runs a bit from the cold as it sits against your knit scarf. Bag on your arm and half-consumed coffee, you can't wait to enjoy a day or two without thinking about covalent bonds and isomers.

You close your eyes and release a sigh as the elevator door begins to close, but before it gets the chance to do so successfully, quick footsteps and a hand jammed between the closing space prompt the doors to reopen.

Not really paying attention to the stranger joining your 30-second elevator ride, you simply step to the side to make more room for them.

It's not until they make eye contact with you that you realize it's your neighbor, the same one you'd borderline terrorized a few days ago for being irritating.

He's out of breath from catching the lift last minute, lungs still adjusting from the crisp air from outside. His jacket is zipped all the way up to his collar and his hair pokes out in spiky tuffs from beneath his hat.

He mumbles out a weak "sorry" before his eyes find the floor and the rickety door shuts, leaving the two of you alone in the suddenly very small space.

You'd cuss beneath your breath if you weren't close enough for him to hear it.

What's the acceptable thing to do in this scenario? You mentally weigh out your options. Sit in an awkward silence? Introduce yourself as if your encounter never even happened? Address the fact that you banged on his door a few days ago and insulted him as a first impression?

You choose the silence. If anything, you silently pray that behind your winter apparel and the lack of eye contact, he doesn't even recognize you.

But that thought goes to shit when you see that he's already pressed the fifth-floor button for you.

You swear the ride to your floor has never been this slow. Seconds feel like hours as you watch the digital number rise like paint drying on a wall. The elevator almost laughs at you as it stops on the third floor and opens itself to find no one there; you curse whoever decided to press the button before changing their mind and taking the stairs.

After what seems like forever, your floor finally flashes on the pixelated screen, and as you feel the elevator come to a stop—

The doors don't open.

You think it's just your dramatic prolonged sense of time until it's been about ten seconds and still, nothing. Just the two of you in a stopped elevator with doors that won't unlock.

You've never been one to believe in karma, but you can't help but think this is the universe punishing you for standing up for yourself. You are quite literally on your floor, a mere sliding door away from the embarrassing situation you got yourself in, but still, nothing happens.

He presses the button meant to prompt open the doors a few times with slight force.

"It does this, sometimes," he weakly coughs out in an attempt to make conversation. "It's uh—a shitty building."

You try pressing the button for yourself, "It's never done this for me."

Green Eyes sighs, slouching against his side of the wall and letting his head fall to rest on his shoulder, "Consider yourself lucky."

You huff, giving up on the button and turning to face him.

Your eyes didn't deceive you the first time you saw him — he is just as pretty as you'd initially thought. Not a great conversationalist, but nice to look at. He avoids eye contact until you speak up.

"It's happened to you before?" you gesture to the doors that won't open.

He catches your eye before nodding defeatedly, "This is the fourth time."

You can't help but bitterly laugh at the situation you're in.

"Maybe it's just you, then," you joke, looking up at the digital five mocking you in the corner.

Though you don't catch it, his eyes soften a bit as they fall on you. The corner of his mouth slightly quirks up when he chimes, "Could be."

You let yourself count another ten seconds before tossing your hands by your sides in aggravation and sighing, "So, what now? Hit the help button or—"

And like a blessing, or maybe a curse, you can't decide, the elevator chimes, signaling its arrival. The doors open swiftly as if there was nothing wrong with them in the first place, revealing your destination floor to you.

You whip your head to your upstairs neighbor, confused and almost asking for his permission to exit the elevator. You don't know why you do so, and you don't know why you only depart after he nods his head and waves his hand for you to continue.

Next time you leave your apartment, you find yourself taking the stairs to be safe.

…..

Your peaceful living is unsurprisingly short-lived. After a few enjoyable days, you'd given your neighbors too much credit as they now return to their usual noisiness. You find yourself rapping on their door once again.

This time, Brown Eyes answers.

Even before opening his mouth, he's instantly friendlier than his counterpart based on body language alone, completely opening the door all the way wide and leaning against the frame in his palm.

He's taller than you, but not as tall as the former who greeted you last time. With light rose-colored hair, he's all smiles and giggles. You'd think he were high if you could smell anything on him.

Oh, he's also shirtless.

"Hey, it's our friend again," he smiles at you before craning his neck backward, and you can make an educated guess on who exactly he's talking to.

You're quick to steer clear, "We aren't friends."

He laughs at your words, completely unfazed by the unwelcoming attitude. He casually sips on an energy drink that looks borderline lethal when he asks, "Were we being loud? You comin' to yell at us again?"

His lack of care for the situation surprisingly doesn't rub you the wrong way. Inconvenient? Yes, but not necessarily malicious, from what you can tell.

"I wouldn't be here for any other reason."

"Sorry," he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "We don't really have inside voices around here."

You can't help but roll your eyes at the childish excuse. "You should find some."

"Will do," he nods like a child being reprimanded in class, "sorry again."

He salutes you with a metal can in his left hand. Before you can turn your back to him and towards the elevator, you hear the same voice call out to you.

"Hey—!"

You stop midstride, slowly turning around to face the door again. He stands in the same position, leaning against the door frame as he points out the obvious.

"We didn't get your name last time."

You blink at him a few times, not caring enough to connect the dots and extend the nicety, but the friendly one persists. He places a palm on his (bare) chest as he gestures to himself, "I'm Itadori."

You nod with raised brows, "And I'm calling our landlord if you piss me off again."

You hear a soft chuckle from the inside of the apartment. The two of you turn at the sound of the noise, where Green Eyes hides his smile behind the strings of his sweatshirt and quickly returns his attention to his phone.

Itadori, apparently, looks back at you and nods to his friend, "That's Fushiguro."

You breathe out your own name and quickly make your way back towards your apartment. On the ride down to your floor, you find yourself repeating the name — Fushiguro. It tastes weird on your lips, and you hate the way you don't hate it.

..…

His name is Megumi. 

You learn this when a letter shows up at your door addressed to a Fushiguro Megumi. Mail mix-ups are common in the apartment complex, but you can't help but laugh at the coincidence - his name but your apartment number clearly displayed in black ink.

You examine the piece of paper closely. The cream-colored envelope covered in poorly drawn hearts and tacky puppy stickers placed randomly across its front found itself wedged into your door's mailbox. Flipping it over, the return address is a mere surname of Gojo underlined with a smiley face. 

A love letter, you realize. You're not sure why the shift in narrative suddenly fills your stomach with an uneasy weight of disappointment.

You're going out anyways, you tell yourself as you slip on your scarf and shimmy into your shoes. Between stopping at the grocery store for a few small things and dropping off overdue assignments at your professor's office, it's not like you're going out of your way to return the letter to its intended recipient. You're doing the right thing, being a good samaritan, your mind repeats. 

The single flight up the stairs is easy enough and a good excuse for exercise. Approaching the door that mimics your own floor below, the same one you've already visited two times too many, you feel weirdly nervous. Just slide it beneath his door and call it a day.  

As you bend to slip the paper beneath the door, it swings open. 

You quickly stand up straight and back away from the opening, as the shadow in your peripheral startles from your presence and does the same. 

"Shit, sorry—"

Looking up, you lock eyes with the one and only whose letter lies in your hand. Fuck. 

He hesitates a bit when he realizes it's you, doing a double take and immediately assuming he's in trouble again. 

"We—" Megumi, you now know him to be, turns his back to you, quickly surveying his empty apartment to show you, "aren't playing? Yuuji's not even home, so���”

You're not sure why you're the slightest bit hurt by his more than reasonable accusation. The only two times you've been at his door were to reprimand him, so of course he's not wrong to assume this time was no different. Still, it has you feeling guilty as you dryly swallow and raise your arm.   

"I was sticking this under your door," you sigh, handing him the ridiculous-looking envelope. "Got sent to my place accidentally."

His eyes flicker to your extended hand, and when he sees the writing on the envelope between your fingers, his body instantly goes hot with embarrassment.

"Of course it did," he groans beneath his breath, almost annoyed. 

A bit abruptly, he grabs the letter from you and places his hand behind his back, telling himself that if it's out of sight, you'll forget it ever happened entirely.

His uneasiness and slight frustration have you taking a small step back as he snatches the envelope. He senses your hesitation and immediately mourns how he acted out of instinct, sighing and slowly moving the letter from behind him to rest by his side.

He softens and clears his scratchy throat, something you've come to notice he does a lot. "Thanks."

Feeling a bit brave, you raise your eyebrows, amused at his odd behavior. Your words are taunting yet friendly when you nod to the note at his arm.

"You should probably tell your girlfriend that you're in #603, not #503."

Megumi's face is often stoic and downturned, aside from a slight pull of a smile that can rarely be seen on occasion. But at these words, you watch in regret as Megumi's expression mimics one of disgust mixed with pure mortification. 

"Oh, this—" his eyes fall to the envelope he thinks might be the cause of his death, "this isn't from a girlfriend. It's actually a lot worse than that." 

"Worse?" you push.

"It's... from a family friend," he weakly reveals. "Kinda like a dad, I guess." 

You find yourself smiling at the meek yet sweet confession, nodding along and biting back a good-hearted laugh at his timidness. 

"Right, I just assumed with the hearts and the cute stickers that—" you trail off, gesturing to the letter that clearly presents itself as something else. 

He laughs a bit humorlessly and itches the back of his neck shyly.

"That would make a lot more sense and be a lot less humiliating, yeah."

You take a moment to take in his shyness. He's harmless, you decide at that very moment. You make a mental note to remind yourself to weigh the sides of the subject at hand. 

Cons: awkward, obvlvious, bad neighbor, a tad unfriendly at times

Pros: annoyingly attractive, nice enough in actual conversation, respectful in passing, girlfriend-less 

You shake those points from your head, taking a breath and slowly moving towards the elevator. "It could've been worse. The stickers could've been puppies and kittens," you tease. 

You expect that to be all, because that's all it should be, right? An awkward yet friendly coincidence between two strangers who got off on the wrong foot. You're locked in on entering the elevator when you hear his voice from behind you. 

"Sorry—" he shortly blurts out. 

You turn, expecting him to elaborate on the outburst. The look on his face almost reads as if he wasn't planning to until seeing your reaction, where he explains, "That we're loud sometimes. I really do try to tell Yuuji to shut up, but he's just... a lot."

You don't know why your heart swells at the apology. 

"It's fine," you nod softly. Turning your back, you call out to him as you enter the elevator. "You've actually been pretty tolerable this week, but don't let that go to your head."

As the elevator closes, you see Megumi smile before returning inside and closing his door. This time, you don't stop the thoughts that flow through your head.

Pro: cute

.….

You suppose it was only a matter of time before the tables you'd set managed to turn on you, but you just didn't expect it so soon. Because the next time you run into your neighbors, it's them knocking on your door for a change.

The sharp winter wind shakes the sides of your building with rage — the kind that results in creaky panels and systems outages in certain sectors of your building.

After waking to take a shower early this morning and being greeted with piercing cold water that refused to warm up, no matter how long you ran the faucet, you knew today would be a long one.

Clad in layers of fuzzy socks and bulky hoodies, you rise from the couch to answer the banging outside. After opening the door to see who's on the other side, it takes less than a second for the visitor to make himself at home.

"You out of hot water, too?" Yuuji casually brushes past you, walking into your home and stopping in the center of the living room. He looks around the space in awe — as if his own place just a singular level above doesn't mimic the exact same floor plan.

Still in the hallway but keeping an eye on his friend's questionable behavior, Megumi waits in the hallway. He's on the phone with someone, his cell wedged between his elbow and ear. When he begins asking about the building's backup generator, you mentally thank him for being the only proactive one here.

You sigh and turn to Yuuji, who's admiring your wall art and the fact that you have an actual television stand, "I'm out of heat in general."

"Damn," he blurts out without a thought, "that sucks."

You overhear Megumi wrapping up his conversation in the background when your lips are pulled downward in confusion.

"Are you guys not?"

"Oh no, we are," Yuuji continues admiring your apartment with a child-like curiosity, "but we have a space heater that's doing the job for now. How are you so good at decorating?"

You ignore his question, turning to Megumi who now stands on the threshold of your doorway. He makes a face, one of tight lips and sympathy, almost as if he's wordlessly apologizing for both the unfortunate scenario and his roommate's lack of social etiquette.

You further wrap yourself in your own little warmth, crossing your arms inwards. "That's actually really smart of you guys," you manage to croak out.

"You can come up and chill if you want," Yuuji mindlessly offers, eyes scanning over the magnets on your fridge. He can't stop himself from fiddling with a cherry-shaped one that holds up a baby picture of you from kindergarten.

The shock on your face must be obvious because you swear you hear Megumi swallow a chuckle at your reaction.

"You came down here… to ask me to chill?" Your voice octaves up towards the end, almost as if repeating the offer will reveal itself to be a track or joke.

While Yuuji nods eagerly, you can hear Megumi muttering from behind the neckline of his sweatshirt.

"Sue us for extending a neighborly olive branch."

As Yuuji continues to outwardly snoop around your kitchen, his eyes land on your oven-top clock and he whines.

"I actually have class in twenty and need to catch the shuttle to campus, but you're welcome to not freeze to death with Fushiguro, if you want."

You check your phone, confirming the time when you question, "Didn't the last shuttle of the hour leave already?"

You watch the gears turn in Itadori's mind for a second before he smacks a palm to his head, quickly brushing past you and out the door.

"Fuck me, see you guys later then—" he hurries, the only sound following him being the swishing of his winter coat and clunky booted footsteps jostling down the stairs.

And with Megumi still standing in your doorway and the sound of the main staircase gate slamming behind Yuuji's path, you could hear a pin drop between the two of you if it weren't for the howling wind outside (which you find yourself suddenly grateful for rather than loathing it).

Megumi shifts his weight on the balls of his feet as he stands. He clears his throat in a way he hopes is subtle.

"You can still come up," he gestures to the hallway with a nod of his head, before cautiously adding, "if you want."

Instinctively, you feel your body curl further in on itself. Megumi must notice it too, as his eyes quickly flicker to your raw hands tucked beneath your arms.

"It's not that bad in here," you weakly dismiss.

He deadpans, "I can almost see your breath."

A sigh leaves your chilled body and you look up at Megumi. Now it's your turn to silently communicate with him — eyebrows raising and wavering between your options, you chew on your cheek in thought.

"You don't have to," he softly adds, hands burrowing themselves in the pocket of his hoodie. "Just wanted to see if you needed anything, I guess."

"What did the landlord say?" your words are muffled from your teeth in your cheek.

Megumi's eyes light up a bit before they find his scuffed Converse again.

"He's sending his guys over, but it's gonna take an hour, at least."

After another minute that feels like twenty, you softly speak up.

"…Do you really have a space heater?"

As he fights off a smile, Megumi gently nods.

.….

You'll admit, the apartment looks better than you'd imagined. Not that your standards weren't too high to begin with, but you're pleasantly surprised.

Megumi unlocks the front door, gesturing for you to enter as he slowly closes it behind him, shivering a bit from the draft weaving through the hallway.

It's clean, relatively. The design of the rooms and open areas are identical to your layout below, but between the decor (or lack thereof) and the overhanging presence of the space, it feels so different.

Their television, the one you know to be responsible for their rowdiness, balances on what looks to be a bedside table. Far too small for the proportions of the TV but just enough to carry the width of the screen's base, it looks silly but does the job.

"You can just…" Megumi waves his hand to the living room, awkwardly trailing off as he insists. "Sit. Wherever you want."

Your seating choices include a felt futon in scrappy condition, two lopsided beanbags, and a busted recliner. You take your chances with the futon.

Surveying the apartment, it's not terrible — truthfully, you'd been expecting worse from college guys. You give them props; aside from a few half-drank plastic water bottles and withering plants on their window sill, there's nothing that outwardly goes against any health violations or suitable living standards. No empty beer cans or pizza boxes, no trashy flags or posters hung on the walls. It's decent.

And the space heater working overtime in the corner outlet is a major plus. Feeling the angle of its warmth blasting on your legs, you exhale at the heat and rub your fuzzy slippers together on instinct.

"Do you want anything?" Megumi stands a few feet away, nervous for someone in the comfort of his own home, "Water or a drink, or something?"

It's sweet how respectful he's being — you think back to whoever sent him that letter, imagining they raised him right.

You shake your head curtly, "I don't take drinks from strange men."

His face drops instantly.

"Oh—right," he swallows harshly, fumbling with his sparse words. "I didn't mean it like that or anything, but that makes sense. I just meant—”

The stoic expression you were attempting to upkeep fails and you can't fight off the smile that pulls at your cheeks. Exhaling a laugh and looking over at him, you apologize, "I'm just kidding, Megumi."

He feels his stomach instantly solidify like cement at your words — Megumi. He doesn't recall you ever referring to him by any name, let alone his first. He feels a wandering heat itching up his neck when he coughs up a chuckle.

He shakes his head, sitting on the opposite end of the futon and leaving the middle cushion between the two of you unoccupied.

"Fuck off," he scratches his jaw to busy his shaky hands. In doing so, you catch a glimpse of a few silver rings wrapping around his knuckles.

As the warmth of the space heater (solely the space heater, you remind yourself) gradually dissolves the chill that's been stuck up your spine for the last few hours, you slightly settle further into your seat.

"So this is the scene of the crime, huh?" you motion to the gaming console propped up on the floor beside the makeshift television stand.

Megumi amuses an exhale through his nose and nods along, "Yeah. I mean, you've kinda seen it from the hallway before."

"Yeah, but this is the real thing, first-person point of view. It's just missing me downstairs hitting the ceiling with my broom twenty times."

The next few minutes are stolen by a whole lot of small talk that holds no weight. Beginning to panic at how the hell you're gonna make it through this entire hour with little to talk about, your eyes fall on the television once more.

"So," you curl into the futon. "Show me something worth screaming over."

Without warning, Megumi chokes on his own saliva as he swallows.

"Huh?"

"A game," you quickly correct, not realizing how your words sounded and nodding to the television before you. "I meant, show me a game that justifies how loud you two get."

The game is fine, nothing revolutionary but admit that you could see how it could be entertaining for some. A standard battle royal concept, Megumi hands you his second controller and walks you through the instructions on how to play.

You mimic the way his fingers hold the controller, how they flex and bend to hit certain buttons for special uses. Throughout the tutorial of trial and error, the two of you naturally close the gap of the middle cushion, now much closer as you copy his movements and use his hands for reference. He even goes as far as reaching over to point out certain buttons to you, skimming your fingers hesitantly as he pulls away.

It's safe to say you don't win, don't even come close, but he's a good sport all the same. He laughs when you're hit by enemies and revives you with little to no mocking. He whispers an encouraging "there you go" whenever you manage to land a hit on someone, followed by an "I got you" when he's covering for your character. It's fun — you freeze a bit when you realize that you like spending time with him, even doing the very thing that caused this entire debacle in the first place.

You don't realize how much time has passed until Megumi's phone vibrates from the coffee table. His eyes quickly glance over the unsaved number, almost as if recognizes the contact and is debating on answering or not.

Your eyes narrow teasingly when you taunt, "You gonna take that?"

Snapped out of his thoughts, Megumi nods, swipes his screen, and holds his phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

The conversation is short, maybe thirty seconds in total. Though you can't make out any specific words, you can hear the rumbling of another deep voice on the other end of the call. Megumi listens half-heartedly, nodding along and chiming in here and there to acknowledge the caller.

"Hey, yeah. That was me. Right, okay. Okay, nice. Thanks, appreciate it."

The call ends and Megumi puts his phone down on the coffee table once more. You swear you can hear a small sense of disappointment in his voice when he breathes.

"That was the maintenance guy," he breathes softly. "Heat's back on."

You feel your own body getting sour with misfortune. Why are you so bitter about the thought of going back downstairs to your own apartment?

Nodding at his words, you slowly stand and do your best to sound relieved. "Thank god," you joke, "I was beginning to think I might have to sleep on this gross futon."

Megumi sneers, rolling his eyes and rising to walk you to the door. Before you step into the hallway, you turn to face him.

"Thanks," your tone is spineless, one he's unable to recognize from you before you elaborate, "for letting me leech off of your heat."

"No problem," he shoots you a genuine look. "Consider it reparations for all of the times we've annoyed you."

"All of the times?" you shoot him a harmless glare.

Unlike most who cower and scowl at your sarcastic quips, Megumi seems to bloom beneath your daggered attempts at pushing him away.

"Fine," he exaggerates a groan, "maybe not all. But it's a start, right?"

A start. The insinuation tickles all air out of your lungs like a feather. Though you pretend to be annoyed and kiss your teeth at his words, you nod all the same.

Leaving his door, Megumi seems lighter than he did when you first entered.

"Sorry you just kinda watched me play video games for almost two hours," he calls out to you as you depart, hands returning to his pockets.

"Don't be," you honestly tell him as your head cranes back to look at him. "It was nice to be up here for reasons other than wanting to strangle you."

.….

A day and a half later when the universe has realigned itself and it's you knocking on their door again, they half expect you to be followed by your stuffy landlord holding an eviction notice.

Much to their surprise, you're alone, rather skittish — and holding a tupperware container of… cookies?

It's Megumi who opens the door initially, but Yuuji is quick to squeeze his way into the opening at the sight of your familiar face and mysterious delivery in hand.

"Ooooooh, what are these?" he inquires, unashamed as he pokes his nose into your space in an attempt to get a better look at the baked goods.

Pulling a bit away from his antics, you swallow back any potential wisecracks.

"Thank you for being neighborly and not letting me die of hypothermia cookies," you keep your voice neutral.

"Are they poisoned?" Megumi pipes in.

You shoot him a scowl, one he's learned is innocent enough, and his eyes crinkle in amusement.

"Shit, can't remember if I added vanilla or vitriol?" your head cocks to the side in faux thought.

Your eyes flicker to him as he chews on his cheek in a half-assed attempt to cover up his entertainment at your quickness.

Yuuji, focused on nothing but having a minimum of five cookies for good measure, snatches the container from your hands and carries it to the kitchen counter.

He's already opening the dish and helping himself as he chews, "I don't even know what that is, so I'm gonna take my chances."

Megumi gives a quick thank you for the cookies, and Yuuji chimes in behind a satiated mouth and crumby lips. You brush off their graces, reminding them it's just you returning the favor for the heating situation.

Just as you're about to see yourself out of their entryway, you hear an authentic offer from the kitchen.

"Hey," Yuuji wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and something about it feels oddly youthful to you, "wanna come over this weekend?"

You look at the two of them for a moment, waiting to see if there's a punchline to come, before carefully treading, "Why?"

"We're havin' some friends over," Yuuji reveals casually before going to take another large bite, "and I guess you're funny enough to hang out with us."

The hesitation in your response must be more apparent than you think because he's quick to chuckle and elaborate on the offer.

"It's not an orgy," he teases at your stiffness before grabbing at another cookie and shrugging. "We get take out, chill, drink a little, kick ass in Mario Kart."

You nod as you listen to his words. He's kind, they both are, and you know the offer to be a genuine one. Still, the situation makes your stomach ache with uncertainty at the thought of mingling with strangers for the sake of your mere — acquaintances? Neighbors? Friends?

"As fun as that sounds," you breathe, clearly trying but failing to convince them of your apologetic tone, "I don't really wanna intrude on you and your friends.

"It's not intruding if you're invited," Megumi interjects for the first time in the conversation.

Looking at where he stands against the counter, his eyes are on you. They're careful, but hopeful in a gentle kind of way. He wants you to say yes — but he'd rather swallow a knife than his own pride and admit it himself.

Your words are unconvincing when you sigh, "Not really in the hangout mood. Next time, okay?"

The two men deflate a bit, one more dramatic and obvious than the other, but they nod at your rejection. Wiping his hands off on his shorts, Yuuji walks you to the door, thanking you again for the sweets and joking about you getting home safe on your long journey back downstairs.

You can't help but giggle at his theatrics, insisting that, "If you need me this weekend, I'll be rotting away on my couch with a bottle of wine and a week's worth of Love Island to catch up on."

Yuuji laughs wholeheartedly, "Your loss, see ya."

Megumi weakly waves as his best friend swings the door shut. Once closed, Yuuji turns to him with a cheeky smile he knows can mean nothing good.

Megumi grimaces at his enthusiasm, "What?"

Yuuji nods to the door, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Think I'm gonna ask her out."

Megumi's quick to react poorly.

"What?" he borderline knocks over the water bottle next to him on the counter. He catches it, embarrassed by his obvious care for the situation as he tries to cover it up with a nonchalant scoff, "Why?"

Yuuji stares at him for a minute in disbelief before stating what he believes to be the obvious.

"'Cause she's hot and yells at us all the time?"

Megumi scoffs in distaste again. He fiddles with the rings on his right hand, pretending to be careless about a situation he's anything but careful about.

Sensing his roommate's off response, Itadori's quick to add. "Unless you wanna call dibs before I do?"

"Dibs?" Megumi groans.

"Yeah, like claiming—"

"I know what dibs means," he interrupts before Yuuji can dig his own grave any further. He slumps into the palm of his hand as his elbow rests atop the kitchen counter, "I just think that's shitty."

Yuuji, knowing Megumi well enough to sense that he's hit a sour spot, nods and backs off. He joins him at the counter again, oblivious as he grabs another cookie to chomp on. With cautious eyes and a mouth filled with chocolate, he speaks up.

"…So you don't wanna call dibs?"

.….

It's Saturday, almost Sunday, according to the cat clock on your wall.

You'd kept your word. Beneath a few blankets and practically one with your couch cushions, you're spending your weekend doing exactly what you'd anticipated.

The television continues to play the stream of episodes you're catching up on. With your second glass of red in hand, you tune in and out of the segments when the good parts catch your attention. It feels good to relax, to do nothing and to be nothing behind tipsy and fatigued eyes.

A sudden knock on your door puts a minor wedge in your plans. Sitting up with a groan, you whimper beneath your breath but move to answer it regardless.

Maybe you forgot to tip your delivery driver when he dropped off your takeout a few hours ago and he's back for revenge. Maybe it's your drunk friends, showing up to ruin your night and attempting to persuade you to join them on their foolish escapades. Maybe it's someone with the wrong address.

Locking eyes with the visitor at your door, it's Megumi. Maybe you're drunker than you thought.

His delicate eyes match yours when he scarcely smiles, "Hi."

Your eyes go to the items in his hands — a few beer bottles, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels, and a deck of cards.

Giggling to yourself, you stare at him, "I think you got off a floor too early."

Megumi laughs, and when you're able to get a good look at him, you can tell he's a bit tipsy, too. His shoulders aren't as tense as they usually are, he's still broad, but a lot looser now. His eyes are glossed over with a haze you're sure yours mimic. He scratches his nose awkwardly before opening his mouth.

"I—" he cuts himself off, eyes darting to the items in his arms before returning to you, "wanted to see you."

"Me?" you're unable to stop yourself from nearly gawking.

He laughs again, not obnoxiously but easy and natural. "Yes, you. Does someone else live here?"

"Don't you have plans with your friends?" you question, still not letting him inside.

"They're upstairs," he nods, "and no, I'm not here to force you to come up."

At his words, he can see your visible relief. Opening the door fully and letting him come inside, you relish in reassurance, "Good, I really didn't wanna be fake nice right now."

A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he sets his belongings on your coffee table. "Fake nice?" he prompts.

"I mean, not that it's fake, it's just like—customer servicey. Y'know? Being kind to people in a way that's not ingenuine but—"

"Exhausting?" he finishes for you, and he's weirdly more talkative with a bit of alcohol in his veins. "Yeah, I feel that."

You sprawl onto your couch and he takes the seat next to you but refrains from leaning back as far. He watches you graze on your glass of wine, your legs crossed childishly as you gaze up at him.

"Are you like that with me?" he puts on a brave face. "Fake nice?"

He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding when you shake your head. After a hearty sip from your drink, you talk dramatically with your hands.

"Am I even real nice to you? I've kinda been a bitch since the day I banged on your door."

Megumi shakes his head as he laughs, which in return allows you to do the same. He relaxes a bit further into the warmth of your cushions, lolling his head to look at you as he opens himself a beer.

"I don't think so," he shrugs. "You're not wrong for complaining about us being understandably annoying."

Things lighten up as time passes. The night gets a bit blurry but it's fun, carefree. The two of you sit on your tiny couch, passing a bag of pretzels back and forth, and playing stupid card games that bring out your competitive sides and don't have real rules.

Minutes bleed into hours and you're not sure what time it is when it's late enough for Megumi to start yawning. Enjoying a comfortable silence between the two of you, his voice is temperate when he asks.

"Why didn't you want to hang out with us?"

He almost seems mournful, and a part of you feels guilty as his eyes blink heavily down on you. You exhale, readjusting your legs and throwing your head back.

"Seemed like a friend group thing," is what eventually crawls up from your throat. "Felt weird being the only one who didn't know everyone, y'know?"

He considers before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I guess. But I would've been with you."

His stare feels sharp, like he can see right through your facade and into parts of you you've buried deep a long time ago. You hate it and love it, want to drown yourself in it and voluntarily inhale until your own demise.

Unable to hold his stare, you look into your almost empty glass, swishing around the bleeding wine and ice that remains at the bottom.

"Well, you're here with me now, anyway."

Megumi continues to admire you without words. Pointing an accusatory finger back at him, you nudge his leg with your foot. "So, why aren't you up there?"

"Cause you didn't show up," he doesn't hesitate to respond. Almost as if he regrets his eagerness but still stands by the sentiment, he clears his throat before adding, "Was weirdly hoping you would, but—"

He doesn't finish his sentence, trailing off with a lame shrug.

His eyes look greener when they're a bit more watery. Fuck it.

Slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time to assess his reactions, you move to crawl into his lap. You sense a difference in his breathing pattern, but other than that, he makes no move to pull away from you. He lets you carefully straddle his legs before getting comfortable atop him, when he places his hands on the plush between your hips and thighs.

Leaning in, giving him any chance to reject you, stop you, hate you, you continue to keep his eye as your lips just barely brush against his. He does the same, refusing to look away from you as if he'll never get this opportunity again. As if he wants to take a picture and relish it forever.

"Stop me," you bite through a hushed whisper, daring him to put an end to this before it begins.

His breath is lulled against your own when he whispers, "No."

You kiss him, and he kisses you back. It starts simple, like you're learning all about one another's creases and folds. Between shaky inhales and nervous hands, you lean into one another's touch, savoring every taste and sound you can manage.

Megumi feels brave, and on one particular gasp from you, he prudently skims his tongue across your lower lip before slipping it inside. Rubbing against your own with a fervent need, you open your jaw further for him to have whatever he wants. Between your increased breathing, soft moans, and greedy hands, the two of you slowly become messy and desperate for one another.

Hips wantonly moving against his thighs, he flexes instinctually as you begin to grind yourself down on him. He meets your movements, half hard as he presses into you, both of you whimpering at the new-found friction. The two of you reduce to whiney teenagers, practically swallowing one another whole and dry-humping fully clothed before you open your eyes to look at him.

Megumi, eyes shut and whimpering into your neck, is too good for this — deserves more than this. He's kind, respectful, funny (though you'd never tell him that to his face), and you're both drunk. It feels so fucking good, but it isn't right. It's not supposed to happen like this.

Slowing your movements, you pull back to see his face. Dazed, he opens his pretty green eyes to look up at you like you hold the stars and sun in your hands.

"We shouldn't," you pant, brushing your bangs back and catching your breath. "We should stop."

Megumi, confused and hurt, but instantly moving you off of his lap with a gentle hold, nods in agreement. "Right, right, we're — we're drunk," he whispers, almost ashamed of everything that just happened.

Before you can say anything, he's readjusting himself and standing up. A bit more sober than he was a few minutes ago, he's straightening himself out and making his way to your door.

"Sorry—" he keeps repeating himself, "I'm… I'm so sorry."

He's gone before you can reassure him that there's nothing to apologize for.

.....

You don't hear from him the next morning — or afternoon. 

When night falls, you've given up that there's any hope of saving whatever it was the two of you had going. 

Wanting to drown yourself in your own sorrows, you stare at the text from your friend before you and weigh your options. 

Stay in, cry yourself to a babbling mess, and finish your show

Answer their text and agree to go to this party with them

Thinking back to last night and how badly you fucked that one up, you decide the first choice is off-limits. Hoping you don't regret your decision, it's not long before you're looking decent enough to lock your door behind you and start the commute to your friends. 

The walk isn't terrible, being ten minutes to your friend's place and an additional fifteen to whoever's party you're attending. On the west side of campus, you can hear the muffled music and drunken squeals of the attendees from down the street. 

The party itself is fine, nothing special. The lime seltzer in your hand is still half full when you stray away from your friends in search of the bathroom. 

There's a line formed down the hallway of drunk girls laughing, couples swallowing one another's faces, and a single guy slumped against the wall in his own world. Taking a second glance at the end of the line, you recognize the lone drunk as Yuuji. 

Gently tapping his shoulder, his eyes blink open and he's nearly crushing you to death when wrapping his arms around you in excitement. He lets his animation get the best of him, lifting you in the air and spinning you once before he realizes he can't handle another. Leaning on the wall to steady both you and him, you're smiling at his sloppy yet endearing enthusiasm. 

"What are you doing here!?" he beams, swaying back and forth and reeking of cheap booze. 

"My friends dragged me out of the house," you tease before noticing truly how incoherent he is. Your nose crinkles with worry, "You fucked up?"

He can barely stand up straight, eyes unable to focus in one spot for too long as he blearily looks at you before skimming his body against the wall again. He's talking in slow gibberish, something about having one too many and wanting to talk to this pretty girl from his linguistics lecture before she leaves.

"Hey," you gently grab his jaw to steady his gaze. "Did you come here alone?"

Yuuji doesn't answer, or rather he does but it's nonsensical and impossible to go off of. You sigh, quickly scanning the suddenly overwhelming crowd around you before grabbing his arm and speaking kindly, yet reflective of a mother. 

"Let me take you back to our building, okay?" you prompt him to stand up straight and follow your lead. "I'm going back anyways, I'll walk with you."

Yuuji's eyes light up with excitement at the thought of a journey with his neighbor friend, and it's not long before he's dragging his feet over one another and using your hand as a guide to the door. 

On your walk home, you ache for the comfort of your warm bed, the feeling of taking these god-forsaken heels off, and Megumi's forgiveness. You wonder if you'll see him when dropping off Yuuji at his door — you pathetically hope so. 

However, Yuuji didn't show up to this party alone.

Megumi, who had been grabbing him a drink and caught a glimpse of you two, saw the entire thing without context — Yuuji's hands around your waist, you caressing his jaw, the two of you leaving abruptly together. 

He downs both his and Yuuji's drinks with ease. 

..…

Megumi wasn't home.

Disappointed but relieved to see Yuuji safe in the comfort of his apartment, you help him collapse on his couch.

Turning him on his side and making him drink at least two cups of water before throwing a blanket over him and leaving a note, you close the door behind you with a heavy heart.

A few minutes later, you're a bit more at ease. Feet now ridden of silly high heels and skin against the soft cotton of your bed, you find yourself flooded with thoughts of Megumi.

You wake up to a constant thud on your front door. Picking up your phone, it's almost two in the morning and you're not even sure you're not dreaming when you're feet carry you to the blistering noise of a fist on your door.

Swinging it open with half-closed eyes, you're more than prepared to fight a murder charge to get whoever the hell this is to leave you alone. But before you can curse them with everything in you, you realize it's Megumi.

"Hi," he whispers. It's a start contrast from the violent banging on your door he was responsible for two seconds ago, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

"Hi," you respond, suddenly more than awake and just as breathless. "You okay?"

"Are you sleeping with Yuuji?"

Your heart skips exactly two beats before you can accurately comprehend his question. It's then when you notice that he's drunk, disgustingly so. You're not sure how it wasn't the first thing you noticed - but looking at his green eyes again, you give yourself some grace.

"… What?" is all you can pathetically muster.

"Itadori," he slurs. His face is pale with hurt and the collar of his shirt is all wrinkled.

You can't help but roll your eyes, "Yeah, I know who Yuuji is, but why the hell are you asking me that?"

"Because you shouldn't be," he declares through a heavy tongue and spinning head. You think you hear his voice crack with emotion when he continues, "I don't want you to sleep with him."

You're sure you're still dreaming as you take in his words. Since the moment you knocked on the door one floor above you, sleeping with Yuuji has never crossed your mind. You've been far too busy focusing on thinking about the man in front of you, who's wasted beyond belief and accusing you of something that not only doesn't make sense but hurts a bit.

He fumbles on his words, swallowing dryly and spiraling.

"You shouldn't sleep with him just because he walks around shirtless and invites you to hang out with us."

Your eyebrows pull downwards with what Megumi knows is hurt. He can't stop himself from talking or spewing nonsensical things just because he can.

Your voice is shaky when you plea, "Megumi, what?"

"I mean—he's my best friend, he's great," he throws his hands up to surrender the truth. "But we played video games and—and we kissed. And you're always looking at me with those eyes and—"

"Megumi," your voice comes tired now, cold. "You're drunk."

"You left with him. And you were whispering in his ear and touching his arm." He frowns, feeling sick just thinking about it again. He shakes the nightmare from his head when repeating his prior question.

"Are you sleeping with him?" he asks again, more accusatory this time around.

He watches your eyes fill with water, but it's not long-lived before you're blinking away any sign of weakness and cementing your walls up again.

"If you didn't notice," you spit with venom, "your friend is drunk off of his ass. I walked him home since he could barely stand on his own."

As if you're speaking another language, Megumi dumbly gapes at your confession.

"You—what?"

You press with ice in your words, "Walked him home. He's passed out on your couch right now."

"Oh." Megumi hadn't returned to his apartment before coming to yours. He'd walked home from the shitty party with one destination in mind, immediately talking the elevator to the fifth floor and finding your familiar floor.

He feels stupid, nauseous with guilt, and god, does his head hurt. His heart hurts too when you scoff and cross your arms in defense.

"Wanna go back to the part where you were practically calling me a slut?"

He cringes, "No, no god no, that's not what I was trying to—"

You don't give him the luxury of explaining himself. Turning your back and slamming the door, you take away his chance of redemption.

You sound unrecognizable when you tell him, "Go to fucking bed, Fushiguro."

.….

The birds outside of your window remind you that it's Sunday, and the open book on your desk reminds you that not only do you have class tomorrow, but you have an assignment due before midnight.

Memories of last night's conversation — if you could even call it that — with Megumi make you feel queazy. Nothing happened in the way you'd wanted. It all just spiraled out of control, like water slipping through a cracked ceiling, you'd just watched it leak without remorse.

The continued chirping outside reminds you that it's quiet, something you should use to your advantage. A light in this mess of a pathetic story.

You'll study, you decide. You'll grab a quick coffee from the cafe across the street and get some actual work done. Something you should've done a long time ago, something you’d ignored that ended up with this this heartbreak.

Not even ten minutes later, you're decent enough to slide your shoes on and grab your house keys. Opening the door into the hallway, you're met with familiar eyes.

Megumi looks disheveled, sitting with his knees up against the wall of your hallway. At your abrupt opening of the front door, he's quick to stand up and dust his pants off from the grime of the hallway carpet. You notice he has a paper bouquet of pinks and blues in his hand and an exhausted frown on his face.

When he looks at you, he can almost feel the air leaving your lungs as your stomach drops.

The first words you say to him are softer than he expects, than he thinks he deserves, but still carried by a look of disapproval.

"Were you here all night?" your lip turns with disgust.

"No—" he spews too quickly. Seeing your expression that clearly reads disbelief, he slows himself down. Taking a deep breath, he repeats himself with a bit more certainty. "No, I've been here since like, seven maybe?"

"Why?"

His hand trembles in a way he hopes you have the respect to ignore as he moves to give you the bouquet. "Because I'm sorry," his voice is steady, like he's been practicing in the mirror.

Choosing to make him work for it, your eyes flicker to the flowers unimpressed before finding his face again.

"For?" you cruelly push him further.

But Megumi's determined to meet your forces just as equally. His voice gains confidence as he speaks clearly, "For panicking and assuming the worst last night. I was drunk, but that's not an excuse. It was a douchebag thing to do."

Admiring how your face softens at his apology but still carries creased lines of worry, Megumi half expects your response.

"And?"

This is the part he's a bit unprepared for.

"And for leaving that night," his volume dips with the confession, eyes wanting to find comfort in the floor so badly but refusing to leave your own as he tries and tries and tries to fix this, "I..."

His lips move before he can think twice about his words, "I thought it was what you wanted."

His confession cracks something inside of you, like nails digging crescents into raw skin. Slowly, you gesture for him to come inside. He hesitates but follows when you move towards the couch, the same couch you'd straddled him on two nights prior. It looks different in the daylight.

Megumi's careful with each step, as if he's walking on eggshells, when he slowly sits beside you on the couch. Placing the bouquet on your table, he moves as if you're a predator, as if he'll make one wrong move and you'll snap, lurching at him and sinking your talons into his neck. You hate how it makes you feel.

Your words surprise the both of you when they eventually come. "I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I wanted you to stay I just—felt bad."

Felt bad? Megumi's mind goes numb at the realization. Felt bad for him? Like when you do a good deed to cancel out a bad one? Did you kiss him that night because you pitied him?

Before his mind runs itself further into the worst-case scenario, he's brought back to reality as you continue.

"We were drunk, and I didn't want that to be how it happened y'know?"

He starts at you blankly, "It?" He lamely asks.

This time, it's your voice that weakens with shame. He watches you fiddle with your fingers, the same ones he remembers feeling in his hair and on his skin. The ones he wants to feel again.

"Felt like I was coming onto you, and you deserved better than that," you eventually reveal softly, correcting yourself with certainty. "Deserve better than that."

And he feels stupid. God, does Megumi feel stupid. All this time, he'd been thinking you regretted the why of the situation, kissing him like you did. He'd never stopped to think about the fact of how you did it. Never thought you'd be so inclined to consider his wishes.

You think he regrets it, and that is the last thing he wants you to believe.

Taking a risk, Megumi lays a gentle palm on your thigh. He does so slowly, giving you a chance to revolt and bite his hand clean off the bone. You don't so he relaxes his hand.

It's not sexual, not desperate and needy like how it was the other night. It's calm. comforting. Another way for him to say I'm still here, aren't I?

"I'm not great with words," he starts, "but I was very much into it. I need you to know that. You didn't—do anything I didn't want."

Softly and ignoring the criticism from the voice in your head for once, you nod.

You recognize the familiar pull of his lips when he softly grins. "Think it's pretty obvious now, but in case it's not," he leans into this whole communicating thing, "I really like being around you."

He thinks his heart grows a size when you weakly smile back at him, "You like being around me?"

He shrugs, laughing at your sarcasm. "Around you, with you. I guess I just like you, really."

You raise your eyebrows, challenging his statement, "Are you still drunk?"

"Fuck no."

You hum shortly. "Hungover?"

"Disgustingly so," he grimaces at the reminder of how nauseous he is.

"Thinking clearly?"

"Never really around you, but clear as I can be."

It's soft and sweet, and this is how you wanted it to be. Naturally, as if you're both magnets being pulled to one another, Megumi is carefully guiding you into his lap as you're naturally making yourself at home in his hold.

The position almost exactly mimics the one you'd found yourself in on Friday night, but this time, it's different. It feels different — golden instead of red and light with a newfound meaning.

With gentle eyes and slight nods from each of you, you kiss once more. His mouth moves the same, eager yet graceful as he leans into you. No wandering hands or drunken hiccups, you feel one another smile into the kiss until it is all giggles and teeth.

"Y'know, if you wanted to ask me out," you pull away from him, accusatory with an underlying teasing, "you should've just asked like a normal person instead of accusing me of sleeping with your friend."

Megumi groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in your neck. You feel the heat of his cheeks when he sighs.

"Yeah, that wasn't my finest moment."

Kisses are stolen and silence is shared until he yawns you remember how awful he must still feel from drinking so much. Crawling off of his lap, you ignore the butterflies in your stomach whines he whines at the loss of your weight.

"Want anything?" you call out as you walk towards the kitchenette. "I have Advil and a bagel with your name on it."

Megumi hums at the thought, not confirming or denying the offer, as his eyes remain locked in on you in a blissful comfort.

Your voice becomes more distant as you turn the corner, "I'll even give you those eyes I know you like so much."

A muffled sound of humiliation can be heard from the couch, "God, please forget I said that."

Putting the bagel in the toaster and reaching up to the medicine cabinet, you laugh carelessly.

"Never."

…..

Yuuji wakes up with a throbbing headache and an acidic burning in the back of his throat.

He groans, turning on his side before realizing that — he's not in his bed. With blurry vision and sweaty hands fumbling to survey the environment around him, he feels for his phone. The screen is far too bright and completely overridden of missed calls and texts, reading a mocking 2:14 PM when he groans.

When yelling Megumi's name a handful of times doesn't work (it usually does), he opens his Find My Friends app and tracks his roommate. Seeing his icon appear right next to his own while ironically hearing your echoing laughter ring from upstairs, he laughs.

Before he closes his eyes again and deals with a hangover from hell, he sends Megumi a text before tossing his phone across the room.

Ur welcome for not actually calling dibs.

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LOVE ON A FRESH SLATE ༄ TEASER

༄ SYNOPSIS -› Sim Jaeyun might not have many critically acclaimed films in his IMBD, but if there’s something to change that, it’s his upcoming film, ‘diving in love,’ a fresh summer romance that’s caught the attention of everyone on the internet. The only problem is, no one believes the chemistry will be up to rom-com standards. Maybe he’ll save his career by fake dating his cold-hearted co-star, aka you, to sell it?

༄ PAIR -› actor!sim jaeyun x fem actress!reader

༄ GENRE -› fluff, banter, angst, comfort ༄ TROPES -› enemies to lovers, heavy on the fake dating (i LOVE fake dating) ༄ WC -› estimated 15-20k idk lolz

༄ INCLUDES -› will be added!

༄ RELEASE DATE -› november!

༄ REN SAYS... me when summer also haha get it slate cuz they're actors but also it's e2l so misunderstandings heheheh am i funny (im not) | LIBRARY

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“You’re going to tell me you signed me up for the cult of Scientology, I assume,” You introduce yourself, shaking hands with the man next to Sunoo. 

Once again, there is just one empty seat before Jake Sim walks in, out of breath. “Jungwon, please don’t tell me–” He notices you after he barges in, taking in your poised manner as you wait for him to continue. But he doesn’t. The words die on his tongue when he sees you and the same manager from last week's meeting. 

“Please don’t tell me what?” Jungwon asks, raising an eyebrow as Jake sinks into the only chair left. The latter shakes his head, not wanting to elaborate any further. 

Sunoo sits up, putting his hands together after he finishes the last sip of his drink. “Open up the files, ____.” He motions to the manila folder on the table, and with much confusion, you peel back the cover to find a neat stack of black and white articles. 

Jungwon, who you can only assume is Jake’s manager, gets Jake to lean in and read what’s on the pages. “This,” he starts, spreading out the rest of the articles, “is every article in the past week with a negative outlook on whether or not the film will be up to par with the standards of the 2000’s.”

You scoff, eyes trailing over an article with your face as the cover. “Really? People hate me that much?” Your dry humor really only resonates with Sunoo, who sends you a look before trying to organize the flurry of papers.

“I doubt they’ll keep going,” Jake tries, fidgeting with his ring. Maybe his second rich person problem was figuring out how to get the media to like him again if the movie turns into a failure and he has to scour for another source of income. 

“Unless I solve world hunger, I doubt the media will turn away from the wine scandal any time soon.” Jake considers dropping out and cutting his losses early with the way you comment on your impending future. 

Jake’s manager shakes his head, closing the manila folder and essentially blocking it out before coming up with the worst possible plan in existence. 

“You two can fake date. Then, no one will question your chemistry, because they’ll think you’re in love.” 

There were only so many things you refused to do in your lifetime, but fake dating your co-star made it to the top of your list in record time. 

You shook your head. “Absolutely not.” At least Jake could agree with one thing you said. 

The silence almost turns awkward before Sunoo speaks up in agreement, ignoring you. “I like it, it’ll give them a chance to pretend to bond more. Plus, they’re both young and attractive, and Jake is a change of pace from all of her shitty ex-boyfriends.” If Jake still wanted to jump off a building after hearing their proposition, you’d unknowingly want to join him. 

You cough in your arm, hiding the embarrassment of his last comment before nodding to look at the actor. “You think just because I’m dating someone, it’ll make the movie more watchable?” 

Sunoo rolls his eyes. “I’d much rather watch a rom-com if it was confirmed that the actors found love on set. It’s a good story.” 

Jungwon interjects. “Good publicity.” 

The actor beside you finally speaks up. “And you want to start this arrangement…when?” 

“As soon as possible,” your manager answers, and his response might be some of the worst news you’ve heard in a while. “Hear me out, ‘____ ____ and Jake Sim falling in love the moment they’re casted. It’s fate. They’ve been in love since the beginning. I have to see it, their chemistry will be so good.’ ”

Before you nor Jake are able to come up with a rebuttal, Jungwon adds, “I know both of you can act, and even despite this fake relationship, the movie will be good. But if you can get away from the negative thoughts surrounding the film’s pre-release, it’ll generate so much more hype around it.” 

“Better for your conscience, ____. You don’t need angry Sunghoon fans sending you anymore death threats.” If Sunoo kept airing out your problems like that, you’d drag him out by the ear without any fake boyfriend in tow.

You really think about it, questioning if one PR stunt could get you out of the nepo baby ditch you’ve been trying to fight for years; it wasn’t even that you were bad at your job, your mother just never had anything nice to say to anyone. If anything, she was Hollywood’s actual mean girl.

“Fine.” You agree begrudgingly. 

Jake on the other hand has no idea what he’s getting out of this. How does fake-dating a girl he’s never liked help his reputation at all?

Maybe it’s because he couldn’t find an answer to it, or maybe Jake was comfortable enough asking something so brash in public. “What the hell do I get out of it?” 

You lean back in surprise, not used to hearing him so flustered by something. It was all your fault, Jake thinks as he once again pulls at his hair. 

The room is silent as everyone’s gears turn. Jake puts his hands on both sides of the armchair, about to get up and pretend this failure of a ruse ever existed. “If there’s nothing, I’m-”

“Wait,” you cut him off, eyes still fixed on something as you think. It’s good for you, and mainly you. Jake has a good reputation, people love natural chemistry and love a cute couple even more, and your name would be in summer-y titles for the next two months if your scheme worked out. But him? 

What could Jake Sim possibly want? 

“You want money? Connections? An interview with Justin Beiber?” You try, spewing what every boy would want when they were 13. 

Somehow, his head perks up when he hears his favorite celebrity’s name from your lips. 

“You could do that?” He asks, bewildered. 

“I thought you hated me for having a famous mom.” He stays silent. 

“Look, you’re up and coming. If this movie does well, I’ll send a letter to the top producers in the industry and tell them about how stunning of a performance you gave.” 

It’s a deal that’s extremely hard to pass on–hell, he’s literally getting paid to act in the movie anyways, so it’s not like he loses much if he says yes. But you’re snarky, and although you’re not outright rude, you never seem to be excited for anything, and Jake has no idea why the mood is so sour when he’s with you.

Whatever, it’s not like it’s real, anyways.  

Jake shrugs and pinches his nose bridge momentarily before sighing. “Where do I sign?” 

You thought that Jake had been oblivious to the whole thing as much as you were, but it seems like he knew about a hidden contract. Jungwon fishes out a crisp white sheet of paper from his bag. “You know me so well, and I didn’t even tell you anything,” and his response has you thinking that maybe the actor just knows his manager well. 

Suddenly, the next year of your love life is signed and tucked away into two identical copies for Jungwon and Sunoo, before the two shake hands and smile. “I’m excited for how things will go,” your manager comments before you two leave. 

The moment the door shuts behind you, you let out a long exhale, suddenly finding interest in your manicure. 

“You’re annoying, Sunoo. But I don’t doubt you.” 

The boy smiles and links arms with you, walking to the entrance of the studio building before you both catch wind of the paparazzi. 

A swarm of reporters and cameras catch your casual outfit and sunglasses when you emerge with your manager behind you. Questions bombard you, and you hear amongst the commotion a few reporters who are desperate for their next article to feature you. ‘Is it true that you’ve hated Sunghoon for years?’ ‘What do you have to say about your new film?’ ‘Do you have anything to say about Jake Sim?’ 

You pause momentarily on the way to your car, reconsidering if you should answer any question. “Me and Sunghoon have never had a disagreement, and I know he appreciated the Prada we sent him a few weeks ago.” Smiling at the memory, you choose to answer a few more questions before you have to go. “As for the new film? I’m fairly excited. Me and my boyfriend are more than ready to be filmed together." 

The gasps from the crowd leave you content as you slip into your car with Sunoo. “But don’t tell anyone I’m dating!” You yell out for good measure, knowing that by morning, everything will have changed.

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Imagine celebrity!reader and actor!Nanami telling the world about their relationship (feat. Boxer!Sukuna cause why not)

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Consider this related to the first actor!Nanami head cannons I wrote about.

You and Nanami have been denying the relationship rumors for the longest time now. Every time a reporter or a fan would ask you about your relationship status, you’d be quick to change the topic. Which is why everyone stopped being suspicious after a while. “Y/N and Nanami Kento spotted at Nobu” a headline would read, but no one would bat an eye. At this point, your fans weren’t even surprised to see Nanami at most of your shows. They just took pictures of him and chalked it up to friendly support. Tabloids labeled you two as the most confusing friends in the entertainment industry as most tv shows and music videos required you both to be act as a couple.

Little did everyone know, you and Nanami had been dating all along. You realized that not having your relationship out in the open but still hanging out as friends was much more bearable because there weren’t a lot of eyes on you. It was Nanami’s idea and you simply ran along with it because you wanted him to be comfortable. You knew it didn’t matter as long as those who were close to you both knew you were together.

However, a few months into the relationship, Nanami started having this strange feeling in his chest whenever you had to make public appearances alone. Especially when you went to a boxing match as a promotion strategy for your new song. Everyone knew that The Demon aka Sukuna Ryomen was the biggest flirt outside the ring. Nanami was worried that Sukuna would be seen hitting on you and the press would run wild with that story.

Unfortunately, Sukuna did hit on you. But on the bright side, no one saw it happen! After you returned home from the event, Nanami sat you down and finally said what was on his mind. He wanted to go public. You couldn’t be more elated! You called your manager up and they had a whole strategic plan but you said that you wanted to be as spontaneous as possible.

Which is why, the two of you were now in a dressing room for a huge magazine cover shoot. You both (well, mainly you) had decided to go public in style! The photographer said that concept was about pillow talk. Think soft fabrics, loose clothing, unmade bed, messy hair, and natural makeup.

Everything felt very organic. You wore just a large t-shirt with messy hair while Nanami was going to be shirtless with sweatpants. The two of you posed for individual pictures first. You took a picture laying down, stretching, and then reaching towards the camera like you were reaching for your boyfriend’s face.

Nanami’s pictures had a more sensual vibe compared to yours. His pictures had him stare into the camera while leaning against a set window, lean back against the headboard with his arms crossed (making his pecs look absolutely stunning), and reading a book with one arm behind his head.

The pictures you two took together were quite romantic. The cover picture you both picked had his arm wrapped around you from behind while you sat in his lap, leaning back into his shoulder with a lazy smile. He looked stoic as usual (his manager told him not to go too crazy as his image was all about being strong and silent).

The photos came out and the world went CRAZY. You both got many compliments for your chemistry together and looking absolutely perfect even when you’re all messy. Fans clamored saying that they knew you both were together the entire time but were too afraid to reveal it. Not much changed but you both got a lot of positive attention by revealing your relationship. Obviously there were some negative aspects like tabloids talking about your supposed pregnancy or infidelity. But the two of you gracefully overcame them.

Cameramen at your concerts would purposefully point the camera at Nanami when you were doing a particularly sensual number. Everyone would cheer as soon as his flushed face would be displayed on the huge screens. Interviewers would quiz him on the lyrics of your songs (and he would always get them right). His fans began listening to your music and supporting you too.

In your case, many directors started considering you for more serious roles (perks of relationship nepotism). You would always be Nanami’s date at his premiers and you would be the first person he would thank in his award speeches.

And after a few years, when you guys get engaged, Architectural Digest would do a special segment where you both show off your vacation home in Kuantan, Malaysia.

[bitchlessdino]

mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat (m)

Pairing: chan x college student!reader (afab) Genre: angst, smut, fluff Word count: 6.9k tags: SVTHUB COLLAB, set in the 70s, plot twist with dark ending (possibly triggering to some), pwithplot, tutor!reader, busty!reader, pining, brief mention of religion, mention of recreational drugs, mention of death, mention of medicine and medical practice, mention of tragedy (car crash), breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, couch sex, handjob cream pies, dirty talk. Summary: when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do. author note: she's here!!! i might reedit later but i wanted to get this out before i changed my mind about the plot again so enjoy and check out the rest of the collab!!!!

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Falling in love in the seventies wasn’t easy. You didn’t have mobile phones or text messaging, hell, you were lucky if you had email. Most people didn’t. That’s what made it so much harder to be a person stricken in love. All you had was paper, a pen, and the possibility of hearing something through your home landline.

Every day you would wait for the confirmation call he’d be coming. He was one of the polite ones. You were grateful to have formally met him through the tutoring program held in college and you look forward to that phone call and the weekly meetings every Tuesday and Wednesday to go over organic chemistry. Somewhere in that mix, you had hoped to find your own chemistry with him despite knowing how selfish that’d be.

You’d never admit it loud but you had the classic high school pining back when you attended the same classes in the same town. He was a sweetheart then just like he was a sweetheart now and you longed for him like any other teenager. He had you doodling combinations of your names together in a worn out notebook and cherishing an item you secretly associated with only him. Yours was a mood ring.

In the summer of 74’, a new souvenir shop had just opened around the block after countless failed businesses by previous owners. This shop was owned by the Lees, a cute mom-and-dad duo that was sweeter than any cream-filled Twinkee. There was not a thing intimidating about them. They seemed like good people. What you weren’t ready for was their son working the register that day.

What was it about a man in wide leg jeans and a tight fitted shirt that made you want to physically fall to your knees?

At the time, he was wiping a glass candy tray rather meticulously. He has only greeted whoever came in without looking, too focused on getting every dust particle out of every crevice, so he didn’t notice how you found him to be the most interesting sight you’ve seen.

His smile when seeing the swell job he’s done was priceless compared to every piece of merchandise in the store. If there was a chance you could bottle up and take it away for keeps, you would. You would tell the local newspaper this store would be a new world wonder just from this boy alone. 

You had to pinch yourself to finally pull your eyes away from him, scanning for something, anything, interesting enough to purchase and ring it up with him. Finally, your eyes land on something colorful, ever-changing, and wearable.

“Will that be all for today?”

You nodded, holding back a wide grin as you watched him run through your purchase. His smile never faltered in front of you, and for some reason, it made you feel special, despite the assumption he probably smiled in front of anyone who came in. Still, it made an impression.

“That’ll be a dollar please and since you’re a new customer,” he picked something from a box behind the counter, “a pack of now and laters for the road. You can have one now and another later. They’re great.”

God, he’s cute.

You mused at him, accepting the ring and freebie after paying him up front. “Thank you.”

“Have a great day. Catch you on the flip side!”

You waved back at him on your exit, immediately regretting not staying longer to chat. As expected, your mind went blank the second he spoke to you, and the moment you were alone, you slid on the mood ring on your ring finger and focused all of your energy on thinking about the questions you could’ve asked. For him, that was like any interaction, but for you, it’ll be a core memory. 

It was throughout the years you realized that you’d be attending the same high school, sharing the same senior year, experiencing the same last year festivities, but despite the many opportunities, you never had an encounter like that with him again. You’d pass by that souvenir shop countless times, glancing at him while he worked every shift, but cowardly never approached him again. Not with the lack of trying, of course, your adolescent self was too busy to find a way to make him fall in love with you according to whatever you read in Tiger Beat.

You remember flipping through it, back and forth, momentarily distracted by the boyish charm of David Cassidy, and then going back to reread it in case you missed something. This had been your adolescent bible to understand whatever was on trend because only God knew you needed it. Somedays, you’d pretend you were talking with him through your magazine posters. Now that was a face deserving to be in magazines.

“You’re still thinking about that boy? Just talk to him already.”

Even your closest friend, Stacey, couldn't get your head out of the clouds. 

You adamantly shook your head, the magazine clung to your chest. “No, absolutely not. Me talking to him wouldn’t even happen in my dreams. In fact, I’d probably have to pay admission to see him in my dreams.”

She rolled her eyes, letting you get back to whatever exactly you were doing. “Okay, drama queen. We get it. You like a boy.”

She was used to this at that point and it’d be all the same. You never outgrew it entering colleges either, the same one he happened to attend, which you couldn’t have been more stoked to find out. “He’s not just any boy, Stacey. he’s the boy. He’s so far out. I can’t even fathom his existence.”

You were in fact exaggerating, but at the ripe age of 18 all of it felt sincere and you truly did believe it was all true.

And to think you hadn’t formally met him yet until you started participating as a tutor in a peer help program at your University. You didn’t expect much of it, only thinking of collecting some community hours and hopefully maintaining a good reputation with your professors and there he was, like fate. There he should, hair coifed in intentional pristine, a loosely buttoned vibrant green shirt, and familiar tightly fitted pants that flared from the bottom. 

Your breathing seized, stunned by the sheer fact you have stood this close to him since the first time your eyes laid on him. When he turned to you, he didn’t seem to notice your reluctance to walk closer as he strode confidently in your direction. 

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Lee Chan. You're my tutor, right?”

Your heart sounded like a metronome at the highest speed at this point, taking your breathing in little by little, timidly returning him with your own introduction. Safe to say, you were both scared out of your mind, yet excited about this turn of events. Though, if you thought about it too hard, you had the chance of rendering tutorship useless and then it’s farewell to Chan.

That’s when you made the executive decision to omit him from your head during these sessions and treat him like any other peer needing help, as you initially intended with anyone you were assigned. If you wanted to continue these sessions and help out Chan, you needed to do more than think about what your future looked like together with 2.5 kids and a big picket fence.

You picked up a polite smile and settled in at a table, flipping a textbook to the first chapter of the course. Fortunately, he followed just as any other person struggling in chemistry and attempted to keep up with the lesson plan. As expected, you’d stumble over many of your teachings, forgetting some of the information yourself and having to refer to the book due to the blinding glow of your student, but as time passed, things eventually were more tolerable.

It was a few months later found an easier medium of being infatuated with the young man but helpful enough to pass the assignments in the above-average percentage. He just happened to be a good student that required more patience. Somewhat, it made you warm to learn that about him, including the fact he was good at listening, or how his eyes lit up picking up a lesson and recalling from memory. However, you kept this situation mostly professional, avoiding social interactions that would take away from your role. That was until Chan found comfort in spending time with you, having a sense of gratitude much grander than anyone teaching him Aldol reactions or valence electrons.

You could feel his soft gaze as you outlined something on his study sheet, emphasizing its importance since it’s appearing in the final he’d be taking eventually. If this were you back in the days of learning his name for the first time and thinking about him every waking second, you’d faint right about now. You’d be lying right now if you said you didn’t feel dizzy from the heat of his presence, but as you have been for the time spent together in the library, you’ve trained yourself to ignore it while mastering to subdue your intrusive thoughts.

Chan somehow found a way around that.

“Oh, your ring. Looks like the one in my parents' shop.”

You momentarily glanced back at the trinket before zone backing into today’s lesson, awkwardly chuckling to yourself. “Oh. Ha ha, that’s because it is.”

His eyes lit up the way they do, a cartoonish gleam in his eyes. “Really? I think I’d remember seeing you.”

“It was once a really long time ago.”

“Well, you should visit again. I can give you a good discount. We just got a big shipment of pop rocks.”

“Okay, sure.” You smiled, internally giggling at the thought of Chan entertaining himself with explosive candy and sharing it with you like the coolest treasure. “Alright. Organic compounds—“

“We really met before?” He interrupted.

“It really was so long ago. I’d be surprised if you did remember.”

“Well, I feel bad. I feel like there’s time it should be making up.”

You waved it off, not minding the now teary expression of guilt on his face. “It’s fine, Chan.”

“How about we go and watch a movie? I think the drive thru is replaying ‘The Godfather’. You should come with me.”

“Really? I don’t know.”

“Come on, consider it a thanks. You don’t even get paid for all the time you’ve spent teaching me.”

“No, but I get community hours. Speaking of teaching.” He placed his hand over yours, cuffing off the words caught in your throat. You find yourself helpless at the sweat pleas of Chan who works the cute angle all too well as he scooted closer to you. “I don’t think I can rest knowing I haven’t found a way to thank you. You’ve been tutoring me for 4 months. The least I can do is take you out.”

You’re a bit stunned, your leg already shaking in nerves as you never expected such a proposal to easily leave his lips and for you nonetheless. You exhaled, mustering the courage to meet his eyes before nothing, pressing your lips to discourage an all too gleeful smile. “Fine. We’ll watch ‘The Godfather’.”

He let you go, beaming, and tracking his pencil tracking over his notebook filled with chicken scratch that was comprehensible to him. “Good, I can pick you up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated before gluing his eyes back on the textbook, a noticeable hue of peak creeping up the back of his neck. “So, organic compounds...”

This arrangement was all you could think about until the day of, reading and rereading your magazines for possible outfit ideas, dating tips, and anything with the potential of making the best of this nerve-wracking situation.

On the day of, you got in your best get up just in time for the meetup. Anxiously, you turned your mood ring around your finger as you waited by the door, contemplating to yourself if what you chose was the right course of action. When the knock came, you came swinging the door open and pinched yourself from swooning seeing him in casual attire, including jeans that hugged his hips just right.

Chan, on the other hand, didn’t hide his emotions. Bright and animated, you grew hot under his watch, fiddling with the mood ring now on your middle finger and seeing it glare back a yellowish orange, indicating how nervous you really were. He took cautious steps towards you, mouth falling in awe, and he tugged at his band tee, which now felt lackluster compared to what his eyes were now seeing. “You look really good. I feel underdressed.”

“No, no,” you said, shaking your head and stepping down from the porch. “I just threw something on.”

“Well,” he offered an elbow, “shall we?”

You accepted his offer and hooked it through, hiding your elation. “Of course.”

He escorted you to the car and guided you to the passenger seat before closing the door, allowing you a moment to swallow the spaciousness of his station wagon before heading off to the theater. 

Cars beside cars, people neither mingling, making out, or taking advantage of the concession stands with 25-cent popcorn and pop. The sun was in the process of setting before it became a violet hue and eventually pitch black, perfect for movies. You got out of the car and smoothed out the wrinkles of your outfit, taking another deep breath.

You only had a fleeting second seeing him come out from the driver's seat, a smile settling on his face for what felt like you and only you.

Then came the hoard. Voices calling out Chan’s name, boys and girls his age gathered around him, offering his gregarious greetings and rowdy conversation. They hounded him with hugs, not minding you who stood off from the side behind the cat. Your expression dropped, starting from your smile before spreading over your body language. Chan, remembering your existence, tugged you from the hood and brought you to his side. He briefly introduced you as his tutor, and you did your best to greet them back just as politely.

They nodded at you, sly faces towards Chan as if you wouldn’t notice, and then came their bombarding again, only this time in your presence. You kept up the calm facade, only laughing when necessary before turning to the person who brought you here. “Nice to meet you all. Hey, Chan. I’m gonna get some snacks.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

You didn’t let the disappointment show on your face as you walked away but let it fall free as your back was towards the group. You hear their teasing and playful banter, questioning if you’re really just his tutor and Chan confirming, leaving no implication for anything else. You crossed your arms in embarrassment, already regretting letting this situation occur, imagining the worst scenarios to come.

You quietly asked for popcorn and a grape pop, greeted with your refreshments a few moments later, along with a box of raisinets. Your lips parted in confusion. “Oh, I didn’t order these.”

“On the house,” the guy winked, leaning over the counter a little too close for comfort, “a secret promotion for cuties like yourself.”

“Ah,” you gave him a tight-lipped grin, visibly distancing yourself, “thanks.”

“You know, I can always sneak away from my post for little liplock in—“

“Hey, you doing alright? I was worried about you.” You didn’t have to look to know. His body came crashing into yours. An arm slung over your shoulder, an action almost as natural as breathing. “Do you have enough?”

Your eyes flickered toward Chan who came to your rescue, nodding curtly. “Huh? Y-yeah.”

Chan met the seller's eyes before accepting your purchase for you, handing you over only the popcorn. You stared at the box of raisinets before he tugged you away from the stand.

“I did good, right? I’ve been told that guy’s a creep. I didn’t know he worked here.” His whisper sent chills through your body, yet burned your ears. You could feel the fanning of his breath, tickling your skin and raising every hair in your body.

“Me neither.”

“He’s not a good guy. You see him around, walk in the other direction ok?”

You nodded, taking his advice into serious thought. “Thanks, Chan.”

When it’s clear you’re out of sight, he parted from you, keeping his hands down his pockets, visibly apologetic. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with that. He just won’t let it go unless he finds out you have a boyfriend or something.”

“Mmh-hmm.”

“Let’s get back to the others, hmm?”

You spent most of the night with Chan and his friends. Some laughed at how cheesy the movie was or actually scared of what was actually occurring (Chan was a mix between the two). You’d enjoy it more if you weren’t a bit bothered by the circumstances. All you could was glance in Chan's direction while he smiled and laughed along with his friends. Even though you were sitting next to him in the same car hood, you never felt further away. Every direction tonight felt like a punch in the gut, having only spoken to him before the movie started. At this point, you felt as if you had no place here, blinking away the humiliation tears threatening to fall.

“I’m a little cold. so I’m gonna finish the movie in the car.”

Finally, his eyes landed on you, “What?”

You slid off the hood and dusted yourself. Chan followed behind you confused before seating himself inside the car with you, a worried expression on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not.” You splayed a less genuine smile, raising your cheekbones for good measure, but seeing its failure to convince otherwise.

“That means I did do something wrong,” he said, smiling bitterly. “Sorry. I’m not the best at picking up cues.”

“I told you, Chan. I just got cold.”

He sighed and turned to reach for something behind, pulling over something thick and warm over your body, covering your torso and legs. “Here. So you won’t catch anything.”

There’s that familiar clang to your heart you should be used to by now, following the marching band that typically arrives after inside your chest. “Thank you.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, continuing to watch the rest of the movie. He makes so attempt to communicate with his friends outside and he doesn’t smile, only focusing on the movie, insistent on being in your presence. You aren’t sure how to behave, fingers inching at lingering awkwardness.

“If I’m being honest,” You started saying, filling the charged air with something other than tension, “I didn’t expect to see that many people with us.”

“You didn’t?”

You shook your head. “I misunderstood all on my own. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just finish the movie.”

“Hey—“

“I’m feeling warmer already,” You said, grinning as yourself deeper into the blanket.

Your eyes were ready to train back in the movie before he spoke again, hearing a tone in his voice you weren’t all that familiar with. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable alone with me. I guess I did anyway.”

Guilt festered in the out of your stomach, regretting making a big scene out of nothing. “That’s not—“

“I got scared,” he admitted, the corner of his lips quirking up in a self-loathing grin. “They already saw my tickets so they thought they would get some too. Make it a group thing. I didn’t want it initially, but I thought, maybe it’d make things easier…I should’ve run it by you.”

You met his eyes, earnest yet soft. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this, processing his confession slowly. A fit of emotions wash over him and you see now the inner conflict that he had dealt with, somehow washing you over with relief. The final deep exhale you let out was solace, thinking to yourself how situations like this only happen in movies and books. You’re warm all over, an overwhelming urge to reach over and hug him, a fellow rambling mess.

“You didn’t misunderstand anything. I did want to go to the movies with you, but I wasn’t sure if you felt pressure or—“

You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his. He stiffened under your touch, blinking back at you like a lost child. You smiled back at him from ear to ear and body leaned over on his side. “Just hold my hand. We’re not going to cause any more misunderstandings. Okay?”

He matched you, his pearly whites staring back at you as pretty as ever. “Okay.” His thumb caressed over your fingers, noticing something interesting as he did so. “It’s purple.”

“Hmm,” You looked down at your clasped hands, noticing that same thing he did: your mood ring in a solid rich purple. “It is.”

“Do you remember what purple means?”

You avoid edhis eyes, quietly laughing to yourself. “You know better than anyone.”

“I do.” He tightened his grip, head leaning against your shoulder and it felt as if time had stopped. You don’t doubt that he can hear your heart racing right or your uneven breathing. He turned the ring around your digit, watching how the colors periodically shift. “I won’t let there be any more misunderstandings.”

Since that incident, you went about your tutoring sessions as normal, with the additional intimacy that didn’t exist before. You both gradually developed these sessions into more study dates and then they became real dates. Things only became official when the semester finally ended and he continued wanting to see you, visiting your place whenever you got the chance using any possible excuse.

You could remember how happy you felt at the time. The relief there was to know he liked you back. It was almost as if you were living a dream. A damn perfect dream.

Then your first kiss came around. You were as nervous as anyone anticipating the first. Every doubt in the past didn’t matter, only now did. Everything all led up to this point. It just happened in the way you least expected it to.

You didn’t know why he insisted on teaching you how to play arcade games when he was just as bad. Still, it was cute seeing him try so hard. The firmness of his back followed your movement, guiding you to the right combos, shifting the joystick to move in the right direction, and although it was all wrong, you appreciated the back hug you were getting in return. Even the claw machine had to be a teaching lesson, insisting he had something to teach you. 

“I did it. Chan, I did it!” You saw the stuffed dinosaur grabbed by the metal prongs, dropping right into the winner’s slot. You bounced on your feet cheering and took Chan along with you, hugging him tightly as your inner child healed and squealed at your achievement.

“I knew you could! You’re amazing.” His strong arms came around you firmly, pressing you against the glass of the machine.

Your breath was seized, replaced with weightlessness and tension in your chest that doesn’t seem to want to leave and perhaps you didn’t want it to. Although he didn’t pull away from the embrace, he parted far enough to meet your eyes and the longing in them. He knew what it was because that’s what was in his eyes, falling into their trance like a lucid dream that had him higher than any recreational drug. Neither one of you was willing to let it go, so all you do is stare. Stare at each other like you’re in your own world and no one else’s. As if life as you know it ceased to exist except for you and Chan. Nothing else matters.

When it felt as if you could imagine a more perfect moment, he leaned in with closed eyes, finding your lips like they were a second home and stealing your breath. You thought to lean in to kiss him deeper, but he already had found his grasp and pressed into you closer against the glass, feeling every ounce of muscle and shape of his body beneath his clothes. His shallow breath against yours, his hug of lips pulling at your bottom lip, and he emitted a soft grunt.

He pulled away from you with his arms still wrapped around your sides, shocked by his impulsivity. He stroked the side of your head, scanning for any fear in your eyes, slightly relieved to see any in sight. “I’m sorry. That was…a lot, huh?”

You shook your head reassuringly. “No.”

“Then I can kiss you again?”

The corners of your lips turned up, gripping his jean jacket to pull him closer. “Yes.”

You were kissing for hours that day and the next day, and then again the day after. Since then, something has shifted and these teenage dreams turned reality into something less family friendly. Your nights in his dorm became more frequent, more intimate, and always backed by a melody thanks to a record player gifted to him by his dad when he moved out. His prized possession, besides you anyway, as he claimed.

“What do you want to be when you’re older,” he asked, dragging his digits in and out between yours. He smiled, noticing your mood ring turning a mix of pink and purple before kissing your knuckles. “You know I want to be a nurse. What’s your dream?”

In the background was Led Zeppelin, their intoxically addictive tune spinning on the table. You thought to yourself a bit before turning your head back up at him, nuzzling closer into his warm touch before answering. “I want…to be surrounded by the people I love.”

He laughed like he heard the sweetest thing on planet Earth before his fingers threaded through your hair. “Baby, that’s sweet but not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, but it’s what I want. It doesn’t matter much what I do, as long as I’m with my loved ones.”

“Am I one of these loved ones? Do you love me?” 

“Yeah. I love you.” You didn’t even hesitate, the words were always on the tip of your tongue until that final push. You lifted alight above him to repeat yourself louder. You let him heed your words. “I think I really love you.”

You thought he’d react differently, more scared and unsure but—“I love you too.”

“Chan,” you smile, warm filling your inside as you let your breath chase away the race in your chest.

“I mean it.” He bent his head down to meet your lips, cupping your cheek with the warmth of his palm. “I really, really love you.”

Chan toppled over you, lips meeting yours repeatedly in a heated frenzy, caressing your body and holding you desperately against him as you did the same to him. He kept you between his legs, whispering it over and over, ‘I love you, I love you,’ blistering and marking your skin. How was it that made you feel as if you weren’t allowed to breathe? 

Before you realize it, clothes started coming off. Piece by piece. As ‘Babe I’m gonna leave you’ replayed, shirts, belt, pants, and everything underneath fell to the ground. You saw him. You saw all of him. And he saw all of you. Your instinct was to shield away, be conscious of your then and there but in his own way, he reassures you, speaking to you as though all his words were nothing but the earnest truth. “I’m here. You’ll never have to worry about me not being here. I love you so much.”

Your flesh spilled through his fingers, imprinting his hands through your nude. Sounds of worship leaving his lips between every kiss, not even the worry of lack of condoms could stop him. Your thighs were glued to his hips, and you felt the warmth of his length titter to your fresh heat. You moaned every time you met lips, every bite he gave to your skin, and every full twist his fingers made with your sensitive buds before filling the inside of his oral cavity of your full breast.

You ached to have him in you, hand barely reaching his girth before wrapping a tight wrist around him. He shuddered at your touch, thrusting through the circle of your palm. You felt the need in his movement as he grinded down on his couch, not minding the wool burn inevitable to be left behind. Weak chuckles escaped his lips and he flashed you a smile, seconds away from melting into helpless groans. “You know just how to handle me…”

“Only because you treat me so well.”

Kissing one breast and then the other, he reached your lips as he held your thighs against the sides of his torso. “And I’ll do it for as long as I’m alive.”

You looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself against him, his warm breath tickling the tip of your nose. “Make love to me. I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Then I won’t wait a second longer.”

The moment you felt him inside you, you felt higher than anything you could find in a blunt offered by the shady next-door neighbor. You buckled into him, lifting your hips off the couch for a fully bloomed taste. The stretch he left had your jaw falling, clutching to his shoulder, and letting out exasperated breaths. You nearly choked on your own spit that had only forced it down when he picked up the pace.

You molten walls only sucked him in deeper, calling his name in blurred whines. Each thrust and each kiss was fueled by an undying passion. He carried you, palm to your back and your legs around his waist, and pulled you on top of him. From beneath you, he drilled your insides, meeting your longing expression. 

Your fingers draped over his face, and you held on to his blissful expression that occasionally dropped in anguish when chasing after his rhythm. You whined his name desperately, clinging to him as you dug down your hips down his lap. He moaned louder than before, gingerly cupping your breasts and finding your stiff nipples between his fingers.

“You feel so good taking me…and your tits are so soft and warm.” He pushed himself to thrust hard, pleased with how easily you easily bounced against him, watching your flesh moving loud and fluidly like water. “You’re so perfect to hold, and love, and fuck my dick into—shit.”

Your chest rose and fell catching up with his efforts. “Chan, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So, so, so—fuck!”

You felt his grip grow tighter and saw his jaw drop lower. His legs clenched to your sides impulsively, unwilling to let go. Soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore and came inside you. He looked as if everything in his brain told him not to, but it seemed that nothing could stop the geyser within him from coating your insides with hot ivory. He snapped into you in an erratic rhythm, cum spilled in you and out of him until it stained the wool underneath.

Chan was red in the face, both in embarrassment and heat. He looked up at you in panic at the direness of circumstance considering neither one of you thought to stay protected. “Shit, fuck,” he exclaimed still pumping inside you, “you feel so good. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, bending down to kiss him. “It’s okay, just don’t stop…please…”

His stressed expression melted, as did his fingers into your skin. He caressed over your sides with love in his eyes, swallowing nervously. “Really, baby? That ok?”

Perspiration coated his skin, beading down his adam’s apple as it bobbed. You felt like mush in his touch, letting your hips make use of the natural lubricant. Your boyfriend groaned at the sound of the slick moisture sliding over his skin. You cupped his face in your hands, working your jaw in a needy liplock. “Yes, please. Fuck your cum in me, please.”

His fingers tensed, dragging your lips to slap down on his. He exhaled slowly, your walls hugging his cock erect. He asked in a breathy voice, “Fuck my cum in you…my pretty girlfriend wants something so dirty done to her?”

“Yes, yes, please…” You whined.

He slammed up into you, feeling how he’s already bottoming out inside you. Hearing you moan his name lit a fire beneath him and he rolled you on your back to rut in you like a merciless animal. 

“You want my cum in you, hmm? Fill you up with my cum and put my fat load in you?”

You jerked in the opposite direction, your skin smacking against each other causing the tenderness of your skin. “Yes, please,” You choked out, “I want it all with you.”

His lips picked up from the corner in a smirk, turning you back over to plant you against the couch while his feet finally touched the ground. “You want it all? Like a life? A family? You want me to build a family with me…have me fuck my babies into you?”

“Yes, baby, please. I want you to fill me up so I can make you a daddy.”

“You love me that much?” He slammed into you with a proud smile. “You love me so much you see your future with daddy?”

You batted your lashes back at him. “I see every day either full of joy or full of your cum inside me.”

He snickered before biting his lips in a filthy moan, “Such a dirty mouth on the mother of my kids.”

You’re spent by the time your legs gave out, and you and your boyfriend exhausted your bodies to the point you couldn’t move even an inch off the couch. Cum seeped out of your holes like sap, only halted as you pressed your legs together to get comfortable. Chan had barely enough energy to tug a blanket off from behind him and throw it over your bodies. You smiled into his warmth, nuzzling into his chest, and inhaling his lusty musk. 

You moaned in satisfaction. “Mmh, I like this…”

“Me too.” He hummed.

“I never want this to end.”

“And it won’t,” he said, kissing the temple of your forehead.

“Are you hungry?”

You moaned. “Starving.”

He chuckled, holding you closer to him as his voice dropped an octave. “Let’s fill you up with something, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you lightly shoved him. “Chan…”

“Food, babe,” he said with a cheeky smile, “get your mind out of the gutter.”

After a quick shower, and a few wet kisses in between, you’re set to refresh yourselves with some fast food and can’t help but be filled with elation. You cozied into the passenger seat accepting the hand he’s offered as the other steadied the wheel. You can’t help but notice how he glanced every now and then when he shouldn’t, making you nudge him to fix his gaze.

It was always a loving one, one that you’d forever burn in your memory. You don’t even know why, but you shed a tear looking at it. That smile of his seems to go on for miles and brightens your day like the morning sun. You felt it in your heart. Something suffocating that you couldn’t describe but all you think in your head is that this was love and that loving Chan would be the easiest thing you could do.

He sent you another glance before making a turn, one a little longer than the few before, then all you heard was a loud blaring honk, your voice screaming his name, and then your vision went pitch black. You stared into darkness. Emptiness. Nothing was in sight. 

That was until your eyes were open again. You woke in a place of all white, smelling of antiseptic and a hint of febreeze. You slowly blinked, scanning the room, unmoving. Still, in fact.

“Good afternoon, Sunshine. Sleep well?”

You only could see who entered when they walked in your field of vision. Your eyes stared in shock at the sight of your boyfriend, smiling back at you in scrubs as he wrote away in his clipboard and looking as if he hadn’t aged a day. You internally screamed at your body to move, crying from within the inside at the inability, and then soon growing tired, realizing it’d never be possible. As he put away documents in a file holder pinned to the high wall, you stressed your throat to speak, hoping for the least a sound to follow, but instead, it was your silence.

“I’ll just open the blinds a bit, make sure they’re not too much light in your eyes. Too bad your nap was a little long. The weather was so good. I thought we could roll you out into the garden.”

You are losing your mind. The last thing you could remember was a car accident that felt like mere seconds ago and staring into the eyes of the man before you, who matched the love in your eyes. Now you’re imprisoned in your own immobile body, with no clue why and how the love of your life survived when you barely did.

“Your heart is pounding. Wait a second.”

Chan strode over to the monitor just out of view, forcing yourself to rely on your peripheral to watch him. His side profile and his body were all within reach but unassessable. You felt the sweat of your palm through the sheer determination alone, but to no avail, he stayed away from your grasp.

“Hmm, we’ll have to figure that out.”

Finishing up, he stood in front of you like a figure of light radiating brightness unfathomable to man. A light bright enough to fully grasp your reality. Your true reality.

That’s right. He’s not your boyfriend. You were never together.

You’ve been the way you were for two years, by a car accident nonetheless. This was Nurse Lee–your caretaker and nurse–who insisted you call him by name and talked to you as if you could talk right back. 

And this wasn’t the 1970s. It was the 2070s. 

Your gaze quickly turned to “Three's a Company” playing on the highly advanced TV plastered on the wall, momentarily surprised that they still had the show on cable, before snapping right back to your nurse, now going on about the daily work gossip. You couldn’t help but stare again, watching his handsome face turn up in a smile every time something delightful popped into his pretty little head as he spoke. Your eyes fluttered in remorse, a familiar sinking feeling in your chest as you inhaled and exhaled through your breathing tubes.

It all made so much sense. Too much in fact. Here you were in dreamland living in disbelief that someone as sweet and kind and Charming as Lee Chan—nurse Lee Chan—would ever be someone so madly in love with you. You lived a happy and healthy and normal life in your dreams, shutting off from the dark truth of your world is, as if you’ve never been in this accident. You dreamt of life before it was taken away before you narrowly escaped death.

If you could call this escaping death anyway. You were practically dead.

And perhaps the worst part—

“Vivian liked the flowers you suggested. I think she’ll finally stop being mad at me thanks to you.” 

He gently moved your head to fluff the pillow behind you and placed you back on top. He brushed away a hair that strayed over your face, and you felt a sensation pulse through your fingers. “I wish you could meet her. You’ve always been there to listen to me talk about the wedding planning, the bridal stuff, and then the actual wedding. I hope you liked the photos, the guy we hired was—phew—a pretty penny.”

You started to blink rapidly, seeing your reality crumbling before you, and all he could do was look as devastatingly beautiful as always, even with the dark circle under his eyes from long hours of work. 

“I talk a lot, huh? That’s what you’re thinking. Sorry, you’ve always been a listener, not that you can help it.” He chuckled to himself. “Sorry, dark joke. I’m sure if you could move now, you’d laugh.”

No, you wouldn’t.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a second. Don’t worry.” 

He did the last round of his thorough check-up of your room before standing by the door with his clipboard in hand. Clicking his pen, he turned back to you one last time with a smile now turned bittersweet.

“Any day now. Your heart pulses a little faster every day. Your family is waiting for you. And because I’ve grown attached to you I’m waiting for you too. Maybe after all this, we could be friends, then you can tell me how much you love or hate when I talk to you. Just as long as you’re up and running again.”

The moment the door closed, you were alone again. The fluid built in your tear ducts finally found their escape and streamed down your still face, facing their discomforting warmth. Your chest heaved, your grew breaths shallow, your throat went dry, and suddenly your lips quivered. In solitude and sheer desperation, you said your first words in years.

“Chan…come…back…”

But it didn’t matter.

[felixtrash469-blog]

Professor Hatake x reader

Parings: Hatake Kakashi x reader

Reader Gender: They/them pronouns - AFAB

Genre: Smut - Minors do not interact

Other: University AU (Separated into years), Alpha Kakashi, Omega reader. Professor Kakashi, Student reader, Slight breeding kink, Marking, F/N (First name) over Y/N (Your name) used

Kakashi organized his papers that were strewn across the desk. He sighed, lining them up and preparing for the staff meeting. He made his way down the hall to meet with the other professors. Wandering in, only slightly late, he watched all eyes flick to him. Iruka gave him a disappointing look as he took his seat beside him.

“Now that all professors are present, let’s discuss the students. Is there any trends, concerns or issues arising?” Konoha was a small university, consisting of only 50 students in each year. This cohort of professors taught the 3rd years in their respective subjects, Iruka focusing on history, Gai in Physical education, Orochimaru in chemistry, there were more teachers, but he didn’t interact much with them. Kakashi himself taught biology, with a focus on how each of the different special gendered possibilities interacted with each other. A special interest of his was guessing which category each person fit into, Alpha, Beta or an Omega. Kakashi himself, being an Alpha could normally sense when other alphas or omegas were on heat, but there were no other known signs on how to tell in current research. His eyes swept the table, Iruka was a beta without a doubt. He’d known the man long enough to know he’s never gone into heat; he had barely taken a sick day. Gai was also an alpha, taking off 2 weeks every six months. Tsunade was… looking at him angrily.

“If we may steal just a moment of your attention, it would be greatly appreciated Kakashi.”

“Of course, the question?”

“The student F/N L/N has been missing for a week and hasn’t informed anyone. Do you have any idea of their whereabouts?”

“I can’t say I do, sorry.”

F/N L/N was an average student in his class. Not the best but far from the worst. Mostly came in and did their work before leaving for the next class. It wasn’t unusual for a student to take a day off here and there and not inform anyone, but a week without telling any professor was cause for some alarm. The students were adults, in their 20’s; by this point, they could handle their work fine. The greatest concern was that the majority lived alone and if they got hurt, they had no one to help them.

“Who has the least amount of classes for the day?”

Every professor around the table mumbled out their remaining classes. Kakashi was the only one without classes. Tsunade didn’t hesitate.

“Kakashi, come to my office after this meeting. I will provide you with F/N’s address and you are to go check on them and ensure their safety. “

There goes his afternoon. The one day he has a free slot to mark papers, taken by Tsunade’s wishes.

The meeting continued without further discussion on Kakashi’s behalf. There were no trends or concerns in his class, he wasn’t even sure why he had to attend these meetings. A better use of his time was to work on the next topic for the class.

Once the meeting had concluded, he followed Tsunade to her office. She shuffled around through the student paper, attempting to locate F/N’s file. She finally placed a file on the desk, a small picture of F/N on the front. He had to admit, if they weren’t his student, he would have found them at the very least, slightly attractive. Tsunade copied down the address on a sticky note, handing it to Kakashi.

“Just go make sure they’re okay. You can have the rest of the day off. Consider it a thank you for checking on them. Pack up and head over now.”

“I’ll tell you how they are on Monday.”

“Sure, have a good weekend Kakashi.”

Kakashi reviewed the note on the way to his office, it wasn’t far, a 20-minute walk, if that. At least he got an early Friday out of it.

Kakashi packed up his things, looking over at his half-written work. The work for the next lesson sat, glaring at him. ‘The effects of marking on Omegas’. An important topic for anyone looking to go into the research of alphas and omegas. Kakashi would have to finish it Monday, possibly read up on sources over the weekend to reference.

It wasn’t as if he had marked anyone himself. Most of the sources he read explained it as euphoric, a once in a lifetime feeling that could never be replicated. It was apparently something that came on instinct to mark when either the omega or alpha was in heat. Kakashi had specifically avoided that. He would never sleep with someone when they were on heat, after all, it could bring on his own. On his own heat, he would lock himself away. Marking was a bonded for life sort of deal, not something he was interested in.

As Kakashi walked towards his student’s house, he reviewed the topics he had covered so far. Most were surrounding the mating ritual research or lack-there-of. It was still so under researched. Lost in his thoughts, he had finally reached his destination. Walking up to the door, he raised his hand to knock.

There was a sweet smell drifting in the air. The smell was hard to explain. When F/N opened the door, the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. The pheromones of an omega, something he had smelt before but never this close. Kakashi could feel his instincts igniting at the scent.

“Professor Hatake?”

You stood in front of him. Your face was flushed and your lips looked unbelievably glossy. You stood in front of him in a long t-shirt and what he would hope was panties underneath.

“H-hello F/N. I just came by to check on you and make sure you’re okay.”

Your eyes looked glazed, and you seemed completely out of touch with reality. There was no denying that you were in heat. Kakashi tried to advert his eyes.

“’s okay, professor, you smell really good.”

You were definitely out of it and too far gone to think straight. Kakashi could feel his pheromones start to build as he stood in your presence. He had to leave, his heat would come on quickly standing in your presence and he could already feel the rush of lust heading straight down.

“Yes, well, now that I can see you’re safe, I should take my leave.”

You stepped out a little from behind the door catching his wrist. The jolt of excitement it sent through Kakashi was dangerous.

“Professor, why don’t you stay a little while?”

Kakashi looked at you, your eyes were half lidded now, a desire filled gaze looked down at the connected hands. You tugged Kakashi back a little, the smell from your apartment hit him again. He was losing all sense and allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment. He knew he fucked up when the door clicked behind him, but he had lost all will to fight against it.

You sat Kakashi on the couch, sparing only a single moment before seating yourself on his lap. Kakashi couldn’t stop looking at your face, your perfect lips, just begging to be kissed. Your eyes and the way they trailed down his body, almost filled with excitement when you saw the tightness of his pants.

“Forgive me professor, but I can’t help myself.”

You reached down, pulling down his mask and connecting your lips. The session between you two became a heated mess of tongues as you eased themselves to sit on top of Kakashi’s dick. He could feel your wetness soak into his pants. Kakashi grinded up into them, making you moan into the kiss. Finally pulling away for air, a trail of saliva connected your lips. Kakashi went straight for the neck, kissing and sucking on your sweet spots. Hands started to wonder and Kakashi gripped your right breast, feeling the smooth skin under his hand. The nipple was unbelievably hard for him, he knew you were horny, but he didn’t realise you were this desperate.

Kakashi broke away from your neck, seeing the red and purple forming where he had been a tad rough. He flipped their positions so that you were laying on the couch. Kakashi removed both of their shirts, finally getting the perfect view of your breasts. Kakashi didn’t waste a second, dipping his head to suck on your nipple. He reached his hand up to play with the other while you mewled underneath him. He could feel his dick twitch in anticipation at what was to come. He could only imagine the pre-cum that was leaking out of his throbbing erection. Kakashi released the nipple from his hand, chuckling a little at the annoyed noise you made. His hand trailed slowly down, slipping past the elastic of your panties. He could feel how wet you were for him. His hands hadn't yet found their way inside of you and they were already slippery with your arousal.

When Kakashi finally slipped a finger in, he heard a groan of pleasure. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, leaving a trail of saliva before slipping another finger in. He pumped slowly in and out at first, his fingers curling while inside, trying to find the perfect spot. That didn’t last long as you started grinding on his fingers, trying to gain more friction, more movement, more of him.

“Patience baby, I promise to stuff you full of my cock soon.”

Truthfully, it was taking everything in Kakashi to not just do it now. His heat response had kicked in enough that he needed to fuck you into oblivion but not enough to forgo ensuring you were prepped enough to handle him.

Removing his fingers, he scissored them, watching as your arousal connected between the two digits. Kakashi brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good F/N. If you feel even half as good, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you all night.”

Kakashi reached down to remove your panties, sniffing the pheromones off them before flinging them away. He didn’t hesitate, moving to free his erection next. He watched a little as you sat up, eyeing his dick as it sprung free. Kakashi removed the rest of his clothing before spreading the pre-cum over his length. He knew he was decently sized, a bit on the girthy side and he could see in your eyes the excitement build.

Kakashi moved his length between your folds, gathering your arousal before lining himself up. When he finally thrusted in, he lost all control. He pounded his way in, all the way to the hilt. He could just hear you moan mix with his own. Kakashi wasn’t escaping this, he was going to keep fucking you until he knew you were pregnant with his child. Until you were so filled with his cum that you became swollen.

Kakashi started moving and he was sure he was seeing stars. The way your velvety walls suck him in and clenched around him, the sound of your arousal coating his dick, creating a squelch every time he moved back in. He was sure this was heaven. Kakashi reached down to your clit, thumb rubbing in circles as you squirmed underneath him. The pleasure was almost unbearable, the mix of all the sensations drove him wild. When you reached up and dragged your nails across his back, his body reacted pleasingly.

Kakashi couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, pulling out to the tip and going back into the hilt. The thrusts were hard and fast. He used his free hand to pin your hip to the bed to stop you from moving. Your walls were clenching more, and he could smell how close you were to climaxing. Kakashi moved his thumb faster on your clit and when he felt your walls fluttered and clamp on his dick, the urge to mark you came. Kakashi had never felt like this before, he wanted it forever. He was so close to cumming, you were under him, begging for more, a steady flow of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘fuck me harder professor’ spilling from your lips.

“’m going to cum. I’m going to fill you up with my seed. You’re going to get pregnant for me. Is that what you want baby? You want to carry around your professor’s baby?”

Kakashi heard you choke out a ‘please Kakashi, fill me up’ between sobs of pleasure. At the sound of his name, he was cumming. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, making sure that his cum reached your womb. Kakashi slowed down slightly to milk himself inside you. In a moment of weakness, he reached up to your shoulder, biting hard and pushing out pheromones. He was still riding his high, too engrossed to care that he marked you.

Even after cumming, Kakashi still wasn’t satisfied. He was still rock hard. Seeing his mark on your shoulder only pushed to further his need to breed you like his perfect cum slut. You also continued to rock your hips against his, begging for a round two.

Kakashi happily obliged, fucking you again and again. Time wasn’t a factor of consideration, the only need Kakashi had was to continue filling you to the brim with his seed.

When Kakashi finally gained some control back over his body, it was morning. His mind was foggy and his mouth was dry. The nausea raised in his throat not long after, he struggled to get out of bed and make it to the attached ensuite. His legs felt like jelly, the only way he could hold himself up was by leaning on the sink. Kakashi dry heaved but nothing came up. Looking in the mirror, he had purple blooming across his skin. He had fucked up. He had royally fucked up. You were his student. He fucked his student.

The dizziness set in and he made his way back to the bed he woke up in. No more then two minutes later, there was a small knock at the door before it opened. Your head popped through. When you saw him, you brought a tray of food and water into his view.

As much as Kakashi was thankful for the water and food, he could see the purple marks moving up your neck from under your clothes.

“Are you feeling better Professor?”

Kakashi nodded, unsure of his voice.

“Can I ask a couple of questions? Like when you got here? Or why you came?”

“I came Friday to check up on you as you hadn’t been attending classes. What day is it?”

“Sunday.”

Two days. Two fucking days. He had lost control of himself for the whole weekend. He knew that being in heat with an omega could be bad, but he didn’t expect this bad.

“Um, professor? I have one more question.”

Kakashi raised his eyes to you, prompting you to speak. He watched as you rolled down the neck of your shirt to expose your shoulder.

“Is this a- um- a mark?”

Kakashi had severely fucked up this time. There was no going back. A mark. For life. The pheromones in that would make them bonded for life. All the research papers told him he would never be able to fall out of love with them once the mark was placed and the feelings grew. He’s fucked. He fucking came in them. How would he explain this to the school? How would he explain it to their parents.

“Professor, your breathing has gotten pretty bad. Did you need some water? What’s wrong? Is it a mark?”

Kakashi nodded. He watched as their face faltered before dropping. He watched as they went through the motions of acknowledgement, feeling everything in a mere 30 seconds.

“Well, I suppose there’s worse people to be bonded to, right Professor?”

At least he knew they could see the bright side.

“I hope you keep that same positivity for when the baby comes F/N.”

“The w-what?”

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AN: I was bored and decided to write this, I am getting back into writing after a 5 year break, so I apologise if it isn't the best. I appreciate all support. Requests are open if you did want to request something.

[agustdiv1ne]

˗ˏˋ꒰𖦹｡🧪⋆°｡2:54 p.m. — kang taehyun

genre: kinda meet cute? idk they're lab partners (as a stem major i am projecting heavily), college au

wc: 998

kang taehyun has terrible luck with lab partners.

he figures it comes with the territory — labs can be stressful, and sometimes the procedures written by the chemistry department are, at best, redundant, and, at worst, practically unintelligible. past partners have royally screwed him over by messing up the experiment halfway through, then banking on him to fix everything with the little time that is remaining. despite his annoyance, taehyun is well aware that he is not perfect; he has messed up experiments before, too, and he can easily admit that. however, unlike some of his peers (see: choi beomgyu, forensic science major), he will always clean up his own mess without anyone else’s help.

after last week’s class that only covered lab safety procedures, the first actual experiment day in his organic chemistry lab brings with it a looming sense of dread. he’s sitting outside the lab and waiting for class to begin, praying that he is not paired up with beomgyu again, not after the fiasco last semester in which he was seconds away from blowing up the science building.

within a few minutes, the lab instructor props open the door, announcing that partner pairings could be found near the fume hoods. once he walks up to the paper, he sighs, crosses his fingers, and searches for his name. directly next to his, he finds a name that he doesn’t recognize. despite this, he mentally fist pumps; anyone is better than beomgyu at this point.

“looks like we’re partners,” he hears from next to him. the finger he was using to search for his name lifts from the paper, and he swivels his head over to find you, donned in similar attire of a white coat and safety goggles, a small smile spread across your lips. you extend your arm, introducing yourself more formally. “i’m looking forward to working with you.”

“same here.” he moves to shake your outstretched hand, though he’s not sure if he means it yet, unsure of how you operate in a lab. really, it all depends on how well you work together.

“what’s your major?” you ask in an attempt to strike up conversation while you grab all of the necessary flasks and beakers and other tools required for this experiment. synthesis of aspirin — should be simple enough.

“biochem, and i’m also pre-med,” he says, before he’s asking for your own. your answer colors him shocked: you’re the same major, and on the same pre-med track? then…

“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he questions as he sets up some of the apparatus. you simply shrug in response while you finish setting up the other half. it’s impressive how quickly, how accurately, you complete it. is his bad luck finally gone? are you the lab partner that he’s been wishing for?

“i tend to keep to myself. ‘m not a fan of most people.” you’re already starting the experiment, scanning over the procedures to ensure that you’re doing everything correctly. “is the steam bath ready? the salicylic acid is all dissolved.”

“yeah, give it here.” you carefully slide it over the benchtop and he places the flask in the bath. as you wait the proper amount of time, he can’t help but ask, “am i most people?”

“i’m not sure yet. we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” and you’re almost smirking, a teasing lilt in your voice. it should be annoying after getting a total of three hours of sleep, and yet it only serves to intrigue him. you say that you don’t like people, and yet you’re basically a master at conversation; you can tease and crack jokes but still keep track of everything that is going on in front of you. it’s impressive. so far, he really likes you — in the most platonic, professional way possible, of course. you just met, and you're only lab partners. nothing more, nothing less.

the two of you work in almost perfect tandem until the experiment is finally complete, all data collected and post-lab questions already answered for the report that’s due next week. relief floods his veins the moment the two of you exit the stuffy, humid lab, stripping yourselves of your coats and groaning at the sensation of the post-experiment grime that clings to the skin of your faces. you haphazardly shove the article of clothing into your backpack, unbothered by potential wrinkles. you give him a playful salute before you’re moving to leave.

“good work, kang,” you comment, grinning tiredly as you walk backwards. you spin to face away from him and call over your shoulder, “see you in lecture!”

“actually,” he starts. you spin on your heel, a curious quirk in your brow as you stare at him. “you wanna grab some food? i’m sure you’re starving, too.”

and you’re smiling wider, and his heart is beating faster and no, he’s absolutely, positively not forming a little crush on you. he just admires your competence, the rational part of his brain supplies. you’re lab partners, completely professional, newly acquainted lab partners that barely even know each other, though he finds himself strongly hoping that you’ll say yes.

your fingers loosely grip the straps of your backpack, eyes lighting up, as you respond. “yeah, i'd like that. wanna get chick-fil-a?”

“it’s like you read my mind,” he quips, celebrating internally. “i’ve been craving that all day.”

as he falls into step next to you — the two of you complaining about the professors that you share and promising to sit next to each other and study together from now on — taehyun begins to think that luck is finally on his side.

“soooo,” he draws out, one eyebrow raised in an inquisitive expression. you glance over at him through the corner of your eye, urging him to continue with an impatient wave of your hand. “am i most people now?”

chuckling, you jostle his arm with your elbow. “nah, i think i might be able to tolerate you.”

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[lenny-thequeen1]

Flames Ignited. Leon X F!Reader

You go to a bar after a mission to unwind and you see Leon, who catches your eye.

author: i made this really long and tried to add as much detail into it and make it as realistic as possible. minus a couple of surprises! i appreciate comments too along with all the reposts!

FLUFF, some smut, talks of drinking, dates, (redacted) ;) 14.9K words! 18++

You walked into the dimly lit bar, the sound of glasses clinking and people chatting filling your ears. It had been a long day, and you were looking to unwind a little. The bar itself was a cozy little place, with warm wood paneling and flickering candles on every table. The smell of roasted nuts and spicy cocktails filled the air, creating a comfortable and inviting atmosphere. You remember feeling a little out of place when you first walked in, still dressed in your combat gear from the mission. But as soon as Leon's eyes met yours, you felt a sense of ease wash over you. As you approached the bar, you noticed a man sitting at the end of it, nursing a drink. He looked up as you approached, and your eyes met. There was something in his gaze that made your heart skip a beat.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, a charming smile on his lips.

You smiled back, feeling a thrill of excitement course through you. "Sure, I'd like that."

The two of you struck up a conversation, and before long, you were laughing and flirting like old friends. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and it wasn't long before you found yourselves lost in each other's eyes.

As you talked, you realized that you both worked for the same type of job, but in different departments. You couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but also thrilled that you had found someone who understood the demands and dangers of the job.

"So, what kind of missions have you been on lately?" Leon asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, just the usual stuff," you replied nonchalantly, not wanting to give away too much. "What about you?"

"I've been sent on a few solo missions, but my last one was a team effort. We had to infiltrate a high-security building and retrieve some important documents. It was pretty intense, but we managed to pull it off."

You were impressed, and couldn't help but feel a little envious. "That sounds exciting. I haven't been on a team mission in a while."

"Well, if you ever need a partner, I'm always up for it," Leon said with a sly grin.

You laughed, feeling a spark of attraction between you. "I'll keep that in mind."

As the night wore on, the two of you continued to flirt and exchange stories. It felt like you had known each other for years, and the connection between you only grew stronger.

Eventually, Leon leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "You know, I can't stop thinking about you. I don't want this night to end."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a rush of desire wash over you. "I don't want it to end either," you replied, your voice husky with emotion.

The two of you shared passionate kiss, the heat between you intensifying with every passing moment. You feel his rough hands cup your cheek, your hand moves to rest on his chest. His lips felt soft against your own, making you want more of him. As you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel like this was the start of something special.

Leon's hand trailed down from your cheek to your neck, his fingers lightly grazing your skin as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "You know, (Y/N), I have a feeling we might have more in common than just our love for a good drink."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? Do tell."

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "I happen to work for a certain organization that handles some pretty top-secret missions. And I have a feeling that you might just work for the same company."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way. That's crazy."

Leon grinned, looking pleased with himself. "I thought you might say that. Let me buy you another drink, and we can talk more about it."

The two of you continued your conversation, talking about your experiences on various missions and sharing stories of near-misses and narrow escapes. You found that you worked well together, and before you knew it, you were throwing flirty lines at each other and making plans to work together on your next mission.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves lost in each other's company, and when it was time to leave, Leon walked you to your car. As he leaned in to kiss you goodbye, he whispered, "I can't wait to see what kind of mission we'll get sent on next."

You grinned, feeling the same excitement that he did. "Me too. And who knows, maybe we'll end up working on it together again."

The next day, you received a call from your boss, informing you that you were being sent on a mission. As you packed your bags, your mind kept drifting back to the night you had spent with Leon. You couldn't help but wonder if you would see him again.

When you arrived at the location for the mission, you were surprised to see Leon waiting for you. It turned out that you both worked for the same company, and you were being sent on the same mission. The two of you couldn't help but exchange a knowing look, the sparks still flying between you.

As you worked together on the mission, you found that your chemistry only grew stronger. You worked seamlessly together, anticipating each other's moves and finishing each other's sentences. There were moments of danger and tension, but you always had each other's back.

It was a high-stakes operation, one that required you and Leon to work closely together to achieve success. You were tasked with infiltrating a heavily guarded facility, and the two of you spent weeks planning and preparing for the mission.

Finally, the day arrived, and you and Leon found yourselves crouched behind a dumpster outside the facility. Your hearts were pounding with adrenaline as you checked your equipment one last time and exchanged a look.

"Ready?" Leon whispered.

"Ready," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement and fear.

You both made your way stealthily through the facility, avoiding guards and security cameras as you went. The tension was palpable as you approached your objective, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest.

Suddenly, you heard a loud alarm go off, and you knew that you had been made. Without hesitation, you and Leon sprang into action, taking out guards and clearing a path to your objective.

As you worked your way deeper into the facility, you encountered unexpected resistance. The guards were better trained and better equipped than you had anticipated, and you found yourselves engaged in a fierce firefight.

Despite the danger and chaos around you, you and Leon worked together seamlessly. Your movements were fluid and synchronized, and you were able to take out the guards one by one.

Finally, you reached your objective, and you quickly completed your mission before making your escape. As you fled the facility, you felt a rush of triumph and relief, knowing that you and Leon had succeeded against all odds.

The two of you collapsed against a wall, catching your breath and grinning at each other. You felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over you as you caught your breath. You and Leon worked seamlessly together. You moved like a well-oiled machine, anticipating each other's moves and working in perfect harmony. The danger of the mission was palpable, and the adrenaline rush was intense. The air was thick with tension as you navigated through the enemy territory, moving stealthily and silently.

As you finally reached your objective, you both let out a sigh of relief. However, your joy was short-lived as you suddenly found yourselves surrounded by enemy soldiers. The two of you fought fiercely, back to back, taking out the enemy one by one. The fight was intense, and it seemed as though the odds were stacked against you.

But you and Leon fought on, never giving up, even when it seemed like all was lost. The two of you moved like a well-oiled machine, each anticipating the other's moves, and together, you overpowered the enemy. As the last enemy soldier fell to the ground, you and Leon looked at each other, panting heavily. The relief was evident on your faces, but there was also a sense of satisfaction and pride at a job well done.

Exhausted and covered in sweat, you and Leon exchanged a look of triumph. The mission was a success, and you had made it out alive.

That night, as you sat by the campfire, Leon handed you a cup of hot coffee, his eyes twinkling with warmth and admiration. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart as he sat down next to you.

"Great job today," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

You smiled back, feeling a sense of camaraderie and connection with him that was hard to explain. "You too, Leon. We make a great team."

Leon looks up at the stars that are shining with a newfound beauty. "Tomorrow we will go to the extraction site. Tonight lets celebrate." He glances back over to you, his eyes showing a playful yet mischievous glint to them.

You couldn't help but smile at his playful expression, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the thought of the mission being over. "Sounds like a plan," you replied, feeling grateful for the chance to unwind after the intense mission.

Leon led you to a nearby clearing, where a small campfire was already burning brightly. He had set up a makeshift table with a blanket on the ground, and there was a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for you. You took a seat across from him, feeling your heart race as he poured you a glass of wine.

As you sipped your drink and enjoyed the warmth of the fire, Leon regaled you with stories of his past missions. You listened intently, hanging on his every word, feeling drawn to him more and more. You found yourself sharing stories of your own, opening up to him in a way that you hadn't with anyone else.

The night wore on, the two of you lost in conversation and laughter. The stars twinkled above you, and the sound of crickets filled the air. You felt a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time.

As the fire died down, Leon stood up and held out his hand. "Dance with me," he said, a soft smile on his lips.

You took his hand, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. You moved together, swaying to the music in perfect harmony. His hands rested on your waist, and you felt a surge of desire run through you at his touch. You looked up into his eyes, seeing the same desire mirrored back at you.

The night passed by in a blur of dancing, laughter, and conversation. You couldn't believe how easy it was to be around Leon, how comfortable he made you feel. As the sun began to rise, you both knew it was time to leave the peaceful sanctuary of the clearing and return to reality.

But as you walked away, hand in hand with Leon, you couldn't help but feel like this was just the beginning of something special.

The next day, you and Leon made your way to the extraction site, both feeling a sense of relief that the mission was over. The two of you walked side by side, sharing stories and jokes, the tension from the previous night completely gone.

As you arrived at the extraction site, you saw the helicopter waiting for you, its rotors spinning in anticipation. You climbed aboard, feeling the rush of excitement as you took off into the air. You couldn't help but smile as you looked over at Leon, feeling grateful that you had such an amazing partner to work with. As you sat in the helicopter, flying back to headquarters, you found yourself thinking about what the future held for the two of you.

As the helicopter soared through the sky, you watched as the terrain below shifted and changed, the scenery becoming more and more familiar. Before you knew it, you had arrived back at the headquarters of your company.

Once you were back at headquarters, you and Leon debriefed with your superiors, discussing the details of the mission and what had transpired. The rest of the day was a blur of paperwork and debriefings, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction at a job well done. You and Leon had worked together seamlessly, and it showed in the successful outcome of the mission.

As the sun began to set, you and Leon found yourselves alone in the break room. The tension between you was still palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder what might happen between you. As you both reached for the coffee pot at the same time, your hands brushed against each other, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey," Leon said, his voice low and husky. "I know we've got a lot of work to do, but do you want to grab dinner tonight?"

You felt a flutter of excitement in your chest as you looked into his eyes. "I'd like that," you said, unable to hide the smile on your face.

As you left the break room, hand in hand with Leon, you couldn't help but feel like the future was full of endless possibilities.

As the helicopter soared through the sky, you watched as the terrain below shifted and changed, the scenery becoming more and more familiar. Before you knew it, you had arrived back at the headquarters of your company.

As the day drew to a close, you and Leon made your way out of the building, both feeling a sense of exhaustion but also elation at the successful completion of the mission. The two of you shared a knowing smile, the kind that only comes from experiencing something intense and life-changing together.

As you walked out into the fresh air, the sun setting behind you, Leon turned to you and said, "I couldn't have done it without you."

You smiled back at him, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. "Likewise," you replied, feeling grateful for the bond that the two of you had formed.

The two of you parted ways, promising to keep in touch and work together again in the future. As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the next adventure that the two of you would embark on together.

The next day, you woke up feeling energized and refreshed, despite the previous night's mission. You checked your phone and saw a message from Leon, asking if you were free that evening. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that he was asking you out on a date.

You quickly replied that you were free, and he suggested that you meet at a trendy new restaurant in the city. You spent the day getting ready, trying on different outfits and experimenting with your makeup until you found the perfect look. You stood in front of your full-length mirror, taking one final look at your outfit for the evening. The velvet black dress clung to your curves in all the right places, the slit teasingly revealing just enough of your toned legs. You paired the dress with a pair of sleek black heels that elongated your legs even further.

As you turned to the side, you couldn't help but admire the way the dress flattered your figure. It was classy yet alluring, the perfect combination for a date with Leon.

You spent the better part of the afternoon experimenting with your makeup, wanting to create a look that was both sophisticated and sultry. You settled on a subtle smokey eye, using shades of taupe and black to accentuate your eyes. Your lips were coated in a deep red lipstick, adding just the right amount of drama to your overall look.

As you stepped out of your apartment, you felt a surge of confidence wash over you. You knew that you looked amazing, and you couldn't wait to see the look on Leon's face when he saw you.

The restaurant itself was a sight to behold. The walls were adorned with vibrant murals and paintings, and soft jazz music filled the air. The dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect setting for a romantic dinner. When you arrived at the restaurant, you saw Leon waiting for you at a cozy table in the corner. He looked dashing in his suit and tie, and you couldn't help but feel a little nervous as you approached him.

"Hi," you said, trying to keep your cool as you went to sit down before Leon stopped you and pulled out your chair for you. "Thank you handsome."

"Hi," he replied with a smile. "You look beautiful."

As you perused the menu, your mouth watered at the descriptions of the gourmet dishes. From the seared scallops to the perfectly cooked filet mignon, every dish sounded like a work of art.

When the food arrived, you were not disappointed. The flavors were rich and complex, each bite a tantalizing combination of tastes and textures. You and Leon shared the dishes, each sampling a bit of everything and savoring the flavors together.

The wine selection was equally impressive, and you found yourself entranced by the sommelier's descriptions of the different vintages. You and Leon shared a bottle of a smooth, full-bodied red that paired perfectly with the meal.

As the night wore on, the restaurant became more and more alive. The soft buzz of conversation and laughter filled the air, and you could feel the energy of the room building. Yet despite the lively atmosphere, you and Leon were lost in your own world, enjoying each other's company and the moment.

As dinner came to a close, Leon leaned in close to you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and desire. "I had a wonderful time tonight," he said, his voice low and husky. "Would you like to do this again sometime?"

You felt a thrill of excitement run through you at his words, and you couldn't help but nod eagerly. "I would love that," you replied, your heart racing with anticipation.

The two of you parted ways that night, but you couldn't stop thinking about Leon and the amazing time you had together. You knew that this was the start of something special, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship with him would take you next.

As you walked out of the restaurant, you couldn't help but feel like you were walking on clouds. The night had been magical, from the delicious food to the intimate atmosphere, but most of all, because of Leon. His charm and wit had left you spellbound, and you knew that you wanted to see him again soon.

As you stood outside the restaurant, Leon turned to you and took your hand, sending shivers down your spine. He gazed into your eyes, and you felt as though he could see into your very soul.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "You're amazing, and I can't wait to see you again."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "I feel the same way," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

The night air was cool and crisp, but you hardly noticed as you stood there, lost in the moment with Leon. You felt as though you were in a fairy tale, and you couldn't wait to see where this story would take you next.

As you walked home from the date, you couldn't help but replay the evening in your mind, every detail still fresh in your memory. The way the candlelight flickered and danced across Leon's face, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears, the warmth of his hand as he guided you through the restaurant - it was all so surreal, like something out of a movie.

The city around you seemed to glow with a new light, as if the world had shifted and everything was different now that you had experienced such an incredible night. You walked with a sense of purpose, your steps light and buoyant, as if you were floating on air.

As you turned the corner onto your street, you saw a shooting star streak across the sky, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling like the universe was somehow in alignment with your newfound happiness.

As you turned the key in the lock, the door creaked open to reveal the cozy interior of your house. The familiar scent of your favorite candles mingled with the aroma of fresh flowers, making you feel at home in an instant. You stepped into the foyer, where the soft glow of the chandelier illuminated the walls adorned with family photos and artwork.

Walking past the hallway, you peered into the kitchen, which was still and quiet, with pots and pans stacked neatly in the sink. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of the rose bouquet that you had left on the kitchen table earlier that day. You smiled to yourself, realizing that the night was not yet over, and you had plenty of time to relive every moment of your unforgettable date with Leon.

As you entered the living room, you sunk into the plush cushions of your sofa, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows. The room was dimly lit, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. You stretched your legs out in front of you, the silky fabric of your dress brushing against your skin.

You closed your eyes, replaying the night's events in your head like a movie, savoring every detail of Leon's touch and every word he spoke. The feeling of his hand in yours was still fresh, and his husky voice echoed in your ears. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and you knew that you were falling for him more with each passing moment.

As you opened your eyes, you gazed up at the ceiling, feeling content and happy in your own home. You knew that the memories of this evening would be etched in your mind forever, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship with Leon would take you next.

You leaned back into the cushions and closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day slowly lifting off your shoulders. The thoughts of Leon and the amazing night you had together were still fresh in your mind, and you couldn't help but replay every moment in your head.

You reached for your phone to see if he had messaged you, but there was nothing new. A small twinge of disappointment hit you, but you quickly brushed it off, telling yourself that he was probably just as tired as you were.

As you lay there, you thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead, and a wave of excitement washed over you. What if this was the start of something truly amazing? What if Leon was the one you had been waiting for all this time?

The uncertainty of it all was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. You knew that there were no guarantees when it came to matters of the heart, but you felt confident that whatever happened, you were ready to face it head-on.

After a few minutes, you got up from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of water and took a sip, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat. As you stood there, you gazed out the window at the cityscape, the twinkling lights of the buildings stretching out as far as the eye could see.

You felt a sense of gratitude wash over you, for all the wonderful things that had happened in your life up to this point, and for the endless possibilities that lay ahead. And with Leon by your side, you knew that the future was looking brighter than ever.

You took another sip of water and made your way to the bedroom.

As you walked towards your bedroom, you took in the comforting details of your home: the framed photos of your loved ones on the wall, the cozy blankets draped over the back of your armchair, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed, still buzzing with excitement from the night's events. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, replaying every moment with Leon in your mind, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you as you slipped under the covers. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth and safety of your home surrounding you, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, your dreams filled with visions of all the adventures that lay ahead.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun streaming in through your window, casting a warm glow across your room. You stretched and smiled to yourself, feeling grateful for the amazing night you had with Leon and the comfortable home that surrounded you.

As you got ready for the day ahead, you felt a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. You knew that the journey ahead might not always be easy, but with Leon by your side and your cozy home to return to, you were ready to take on anything.

As you finished your breakfast and got ready for work, your mind still buzzed with the excitement and possibilities of the previous night. You dressed with a renewed sense of confidence, feeling as though you could take on the world with the memory of Leon's touch still fresh in your mind.

As you got into your car and started driving to work, the morning sun rose steadily over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything in its path. You felt the cool breeze on your face as you drove, your windows down, the sweet scent of blooming flowers wafting in through the open windows.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought about the night before, replaying every moment in your mind. The way Leon's eyes had locked onto yours when he spoke, the gentle touch of his hand on the small of your back, the way his lips had felt on yours when he kissed you goodnight - it was all still so vivid and fresh in your memory.

As you pulled into the parking lot of your workplace, you took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. You knew that the day ahead would be busy and full of tasks to complete, but you felt ready to face anything that came your way, fueled by the memory of the amazing night before.

You stepped out of your car and walked towards the entrance of your workplace, your heels clicking against the pavement. The world seemed to hum with a new energy, as if anything was possible now that you had experienced such a magical night.

As you walked through the halls of your workplace, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. You knew that with Leon by your side, you could tackle anything that came your way, and that the possibilities for your future together were endless.

As you walked into the break room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You had been looking forward to seeing Leon all morning, and the thought of being able to spend some time with him during your break was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on Leon, who was standing near the coffee machine, his back to you. You took a moment to appreciate the way he looked in his crisp white shirt and navy blue blazer, his hair styled perfectly as usual.

"Good morning," he said, turning around as he heard you approach. "You look stunning today."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment, but you couldn't help but smile in response. "Thank you," you replied, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him.

The two of you chatted for a while, catching up on each other's weekends and sharing stories from your personal lives. You couldn't help but feel a sense of ease and comfort when you were with Leon, like you had known him for years instead of just a few short weeks.

As your break came to a close, Leon gave you a warm smile. "I'm looking forward to our date in two weeks," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know just the perfect place for it."

You felt a thrill of anticipation at his words, unable to wait to see what the evening had in store for the two of you. "Me too," you replied, feeling your heart skip a beat at the thought of spending more time with him.

As you walked back to your desk, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist that had brought Leon into your life. You knew that whatever the future held, you were excited to face it with him.

The rest of the workday passed by in a blur as you eagerly anticipated your next date with Leon. When the clock finally struck five, you practically ran out of the office and hopped into your car, your mind already racing with possibilities for the evening.

As you drove home, you couldn't help but replay the events of your last date in your mind, reliving each moment in vivid detail. The way Leon had looked at you, the sound of his voice, the way his hand had felt in yours - it all felt like a dream.

When you arrived home, you quickly changed into a cute and casual outfit that you knew Leon would appreciate. You applied just the right amount of makeup to accentuate your features, and took one last glance in the mirror before heading out the door.

A few weeks pass and each day he wasn't at work, you noticed you missed his presence. But before you knew it the week was coming to an end and the next one was starting.

As you entered the building where your office was located, you spotted Leon waiting for you in the break room. He was wearing a sleek black suit that hugged his toned body in all the right places, his tie a deep shade of blue that brought out the color of his eyes. He looked like something straight out of a magazine, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach.

"Hey," he said as you approached, his smile widening at the sight of you. "You look amazing as always."

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. "Thank you," you replied, feeling a little tongue-tied in his presence.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, catching up on the latest office gossip and sharing stories about your week. It was easy to talk to Leon, his playful sense of humor and genuine interest in your life putting you at ease.

As your break came to a close once more, Leon gave you another warm smile. "I'm looking forward to our date next week," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement just like the first time.

You felt a thrill of anticipation at his words, unable to wait to see what the evening had in store for the two of you. "Me too," you replied, feeling your heart skip a beat at the thought of spending more time with him.

As you walked back to your desk, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist that had brought Leon into your life.

The rest of the workday seemed to fly by as you couldn't stop thinking about the upcoming date with Leon. You were eager to find out more about the surprise location he had in mind and couldn't wait to see him again.

As the day drew to a close, you packed up your belongings and headed out of the office building, the fresh air and sunlight of the early evening feeling invigorating after a long day of work.

You decided to take a detour on your way home, stopping at a nearby park to enjoy the scenery and clear your mind. The leaves on the trees rustled softly in the breeze, and the sun cast a warm glow over everything around you.

As you wandered through the park, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You took it out to see a message from Leon, and your heart skipped a beat as you read it.

"Hey there, just wanted to check in and see how your day was. Thinking of you. Can't wait to see you next week."

You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness and the excitement that his message brought you. You quickly typed out a response, telling him about your day and how much you were looking forward to seeing him again.

Feeling energized and content, you continued your walk through the park, taking in the beauty of the surroundings and feeling grateful for the unexpected turn your life had taken. As you made your way back to your car, you couldn't help but feel that everything felt brighter with him in your life now.

You couldn't wait to spend more time with Leon, and the anticipation only grew as the days passed. Finally, the night of your date arrived, and you found yourself carefully selecting the perfect outfit and putting the finishing touches on your makeup. You decided on wearing a stunning black cocktail dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, paired with a pair of strappy heels that made your legs look miles long. Your hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded down your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. Your makeup was light enough to look somewhat natural, your lips a soft rose color.

As you stepped out of your car and made your way towards the restaurant, you caught sight of Leon waiting for you outside, looking handsome and dashing, wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit that fit him like a glove, paired with a crisp white shirt and a dark silk tie. He looked every bit the handsome and sophisticated gentleman, and you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by his impeccable style. His eyes lit up as he saw you, and he stepped forward to greet you with a warm embrace.

The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on the tables. You and Leon were seated at a cozy booth, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy as you chatted and laughed together.

The food was delicious, each dish more exquisite than the last, and you savored every bite. But the real highlight of the evening was the company, as you found yourself completely engrossed in conversation with Leon, his wit and charm captivating you at every turn.

But as the evening wore on, you found that Leon's charm and warmth put you at ease, and you were able to relax and enjoy the moment. The conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and you found yourself laughing and joking like you had known each other for years.

After dinner, you took a leisurely stroll through the city streets, hand in hand, taking in the sights and sounds around you. The world seemed to slow down as you walked, lost in your own little world.

As the night drew to a close, Leon took you by the hand and led you to a quiet spot by the river. The stars twinkled above you as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. It was a moment of pure magic, and you knew that this was only the beginning of a beautiful journey together. As the night drew on, you felt a sense of longing as you said goodbye to Leon, not wanting the evening to end. But as he leaned in to kiss you again, you felt a sense of reassurance that this was only the beginning of something special.

As you made your way back to your car, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and gratitude for the amazing night you had shared with Leon. You knew that there would be many more adventures to come, and you felt excited and ready to face them all, hand in hand with the person who had captured your heart. Driving home, you couldn't help but replay the evening in your mind, smiling to yourself as you relived every moment. You felt grateful for the unexpected twist that had brought Leon into your life, and you knew that this was only the beginning of an incredible journey together.

Once you made your way inside your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement still lingering from your amazing date with Leon. You slipped off your heels by the door, setting them carefully down before grabbing your phone.

Just as you were about to put it away, a notification popped up from Leon, asking if he could stop by your house for a moment. He explained that he had forgotten something important to tell you on the date, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at his message, wondering what it could be that he forgot to mention during your wonderful evening together. You quickly replied, telling him that he was welcome to stop by.

A few minutes later, you heard a soft knock at the door, and you quickly made your way to answer it. There stood Leon, looking as handsome as ever, a small smile on his face.

"Hey," he said softly. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I had to tell you something. Can I come in?"

You nodded, stepping back to allow him into your cozy apartment. You couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness as he followed you to the living room, taking a seat on the couch beside you.

"I know this might sound a little crazy," he began, his eyes locking with yours. "But I just wanted to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the world seeming to slow down as you processed what he had just said. You looked at him, taking in the sincerity in his eyes and the vulnerability in his voice, and you knew that he meant every word.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took his hand in yours, feeling a rush of emotion wash over you. "I think I'm falling in love with you too," you whispered, feeling your heart swell with joy. "I just wasn't sure how I should tell you."

Leon's face lit up with a wide smile as he heard your words. "You don't have to say anything else," he said, pulling you in for a tight embrace. "I'm just happy to know that we feel the same way."

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms, talking and laughing and reveling in the joy of your newfound love. As the hours slipped by, you knew that this was only the beginning of an amazing journey together. "Hey, (Y/N)?" Leon looks down at you in his arms.

You look back up at him with a loving smile. "Yes?"

"Would you like to become officially Boyfriend and Girlfriend? " He looks nervous asking you, but he smiles through his anxiety.

"Yes!"

The following days and weeks were filled with endless adventures, from lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddling in bed to spontaneous road trips to far-off destinations. You found yourself falling more deeply in love with Leon with each passing day, and it seemed that he felt the same way.

As your relationship continued to blossom, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Leon into your life. He was everything you had ever wanted in a partner and more, and you felt a deep sense of contentment whenever you were with him.

Together, you explored new hobbies and interests, from cooking gourmet meals together to hiking in the mountains. You supported each other through difficult times, and celebrated each other's triumphs with joy and enthusiasm. Your love only grew stronger with each passing day, and you knew that this was the real deal.

One day, as you were out on a hike together, Leon turned to you with a serious look in his eyes. "There's something I need to ask you," he said, taking your hand in his.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, as he knelt on his knee. Pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. The ring itself is a stunning piece of jewelry, made of white silver and adorned with a large sparkling diamond in the center. The diamond is cut in a classic round shape and glitters brilliantly in the light, catching your eye from across the room. The band itself is sleek and modern, with a minimalist design that complements the elegance of the diamond perfectly. The overall effect is breathtakingly beautiful, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe every time you catch a glimpse of it on your finger.

Tears streamed down your face as you nodded your head, unable to speak as you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. It was the happiest moment of your life, and you knew that there was no one else in the world you would rather spend the rest of your life and work missions with.

As you walked hand in hand back down the mountain, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had led you to this moment. Life was full of surprises, and you knew that with Leon. He shown you life was beautiful.

The next day, as you walked into the break room to grab a cup of coffee, you noticed Chris, one of your colleagues, waving you over. "Hey, congratulations!" he said with a big smile on his face.

You felt your cheeks flush as you realized that the news of your engagement had already made its way around the office. "Thanks, Chris," you replied, feeling a little self-conscious. "I appreciate it."

"I'm so happy for you both," he continued, clapping Leon on the back as he walked into the room. "You two make a great team, both at work and in life. Plus (Y/N) Kennedy has a perfect ring to it."

"Thanks, man," Leon replied, beaming with pride as he looked down at you. "I couldn't agree more."

You spent the next few minutes chatting with Chris and a few other coworkers about your engagement, sharing the story of how Leon had proposed and showing off your beautiful ring. It was a heartwarming moment, and you felt overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from your colleagues. It was rare in the line of work you all shared to have happiness like you and Leon shared.

As you left the break room and headed back to your desk, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the wonderful people you worked with. They were more than just colleagues; they were friends and family, and you knew that they would be there for you every step of the way as you embarked on this new chapter of your life.

Leon and you had a brief moment to celebrate your engagement before you were summoned by your boss, who had just received news of a critical mission that required your team's expertise. It was a delicate operation, with high stakes and potential danger, but as always, you were ready for the challenge.

You and Leon quickly gathered your gear and headed to the briefing room, where your team leader outlined the mission's objectives and the plan of action. You and Leon were tasked with infiltrating a high-security facility to obtain sensitive information that could potentially save countless lives.

The mission was intense and nerve-wracking, but you and Leon worked seamlessly together, each of you relying on the other's strength and skill to navigate the dangerous terrain. As the hours ticked by, you found yourself more and more grateful for the training and experience that had brought you to this point, and for the unwavering support of your teammates.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you and Leon emerged from the facility victorious, the information you had obtained safely in hand. As you debriefed with your team leader and exchanged high-fives with your colleagues, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Although the mission had delayed your wedding planning, you knew that there would always be more missions to undertake, and you were happy to share the excitement and adrenaline of the work with the love of your life.

As you and Leon made your way back to the base in the helicopter, you couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of planning your wedding. You turned to Leon with a grin, "I can't believe we're engaged! We need to start planning the wedding!"

Leon smiled back at you, "I know! I was thinking we could have it on the beach, maybe in Hawaii. What do you think?"

You nodded eagerly, "That sounds perfect! And maybe we can have a small, intimate ceremony with just close family and friends."

As you continued to discuss your wedding plans, Chris, who was piloting the helicopter, chimed in, "Hey, if you need any help planning or organizing, let me know. I have some great contacts and can even help with the catering."

You and Leon exchanged a glance and smiled gratefully. "That would be amazing, Chris! Thank you so much," you said, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Planning a wedding was a daunting task, and any help was greatly appreciated.

Leon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we could definitely use some help. We want to make it a special day, but we're both pretty new to all of this," he said, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

Chris laughed. "Don't worry, I've got you covered. I'll make a few calls and see what I can do. And of course, I'll be there to celebrate with you both on the big day!" he said, grinning.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Chris. He had always been a supportive colleague, and now he was going above and beyond to help make your wedding day special. You knew that with him on your team, the planning process would be so much smoother.

As you gazed out the window of the helicopter, you felt a sudden wave of inspiration wash over you. The breathtaking view of the sun setting over the horizon was a stunning sight, with its warm hues of pink and orange painting the sky like a masterpiece. It was as if the beauty of the world was aligning with the beauty of your love for Leon.

You turned to him with a smile, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "I can't wait for our wedding day," you said, your voice filled with excitement.

"I know," Leon replied, taking your hand in his. "It's going to be perfect."

Chris chuckled from the cockpit, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You guys are so cute," he said, teasingly.

You laughed along with him, feeling grateful for his lightheartedness. It was a welcome respite from the high-stress situations you all faced at work.

"So, have you guys thought about the venue yet?" Chris asked, turning towards you both.

You shook your head, "Not really. We were thinking something simple and elegant, maybe a garden or a beach. We want to keep it small and intimate."

Chris nodded thoughtfully, "I know of a few places that might be perfect for what you're looking for. I'll send over some options to you guys later tonight."

You thanked him, feeling relieved to have someone with his experience and expertise to guide you through the wedding planning process. It was a weight off your shoulders to know that you had his support and guidance every step of the way.

As the helicopter began its descent, you leaned your head against Leon's shoulder, feeling content and at peace. You knew that the journey ahead of you wouldn't always be easy, but with your love for each other and the support of your friends and colleagues, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The rest of the flight back to the base was filled with excitement and planning as you discussed every detail of your dream wedding. You couldn't wait to start making arrangements and turning your vision into a reality. It was going to be a beautiful day, and you knew that with the help of your colleagues and, most importantly, Leon, it would be the perfect celebration of your love.

As the helicopter landed back at the base, you and Leon exchanged a kiss before climbing out of the aircraft. Chris gave you both a wave before taking off again, and you knew that the next few weeks were going to be filled with wedding planning and excitement.

You turned to Leon and grinned. "I can't believe we're really getting married," you said, feeling a surge of happiness.

"I know, it's crazy," he said, wrapping an arm around you. "But it's the good kind of crazy."

You smiled and leaned into him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. No matter what the future held, you knew that you and Leon were in it together.

As you made your way back to your quarters, your mind buzzed with excitement as you mentally planned out every detail of your special day. You couldn't wait to start looking at venues, picking out dresses, and tasting different cakes and appetizers. Everything had to be perfect, and with the help of Chris and your colleagues, you were sure that it would be.

Leon squeezed your hand as you walked, and you looked up at him, feeling your heart swell with love. He was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you couldn't wait to start this new chapter together.

As you arrived at your apartment, you settled in on the couch, ready to dive headfirst into planning. Leon grabbed his laptop from his overnight bag, and together you began scouring the internet for venues, photographers, and florists.

Hours passed in a blur as you sifted through countless options, each one more beautiful than the last. You debated over color schemes, seating arrangements, and centerpiece options, and even discussed potential honeymoon destinations.

Just as you were about to call it a night, Chris sent you a text message with the contact information of a highly recommended wedding planner. You smiled gratefully, feeling a sense of relief knowing that you had even more support for your big day.

As you crawled into bed that night, exhausted but exhilarated from all the planning, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the amazing people in your life who were helping to make your dream wedding a reality. The bathroom light softly glowed into your bedroom as the sound running water filled the air. The bathroom door was opened up by a small crack allowing you to see your fiancé who was brushing his teeth, standing in just sweatpants in front of the mirror.

You couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked, with his strong jawline and chiseled features. As he finished brushing his teeth, he caught your eye in the reflection of the mirror and gave you a mischievous grin.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, jokingly raising an eyebrow.

"Just admiring the view," you replied, winking at him. "The one I'll always get to see."

He chuckled and walked over to the bed, climbing in next to you. The bed shifting with his weight. You snuggled up to him, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.

"I can't wait to marry you," he said, his voice filled with love. "but how about we destress from the day today before we sleep baby." He gently turns your head up to look deep into your eyes, his thumb gently resting on your chin.

"Me too," you replied, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "And that sounds nice."

He leaned in and kissed you gently, and you felt a rush of passion and love. As he leaned in to kiss you, you felt a familiar warmth spreading throughout your body. The way his lips touched yours was always gentle yet passionate, making your heart skip a beat every time. Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you deepened the kiss, his hands slowly glided down your body, you shivered with anticipation. The feeling of his touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through your entire being. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him by your hips, his body pressed against yours in a way that felt both comforting and exciting.

You feel his lips travel down from your lips, leaving kisses down your chin to your neck as he gently rolls to pin you down to the bed. His lips never leaving your neck, which made you softly gasp at how he had you.

He continued to kiss his way down your neck, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You felt his fingers gently caress your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He knew just how to touch you to make you feel alive and loved, and you savored every moment of it.

As he made his way back up to your lips, you could feel the intensity of his desire for you. His eyes locked onto yours, and you knew in that moment that he was all yours. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling him closer to you as your lips met once again in a fiery embrace.

The two of you lost yourselves in the moment, the passion and desire between you growing with every passing second. The world faded away, and all that mattered was the love that you shared with each other. His hands pull off your shirt as slowly takes in how you look beneath him. His eyes wide as he realized you weren't wearing a bra underneath your shirt, your breast grabbing his full attention. Leon slowly leans down and takes your budded nipple into his mouth, softly sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You couldn't help but let out a pleasured groan.

You arched your back in response to his touch, feeling the warmth of his mouth on your skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt your body respond in ways that surprised even you. Your fingers traced patterns over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch. The world had faded away, and the only thing that mattered was the love and desire that you shared with each other.

Leon's lips continued to work their magic on your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and stomach. You couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and intimacy with him, knowing that he was exploring every inch of your body with his lips and tongue. The feeling was almost too much to handle, but you didn't want it to end.

As he moved his lips back up to yours, you could taste the sweetness of his desire on his lips. His hands pulling off your shorts as he stays kissing you. He breaks the kiss to gently toss your shorts off the side of the bed before he stood up and took off his sweat pants. His bulge was huge underneath his boxers. You felt your core grow more wet with desire for the man before you. His hands gently take off your panties as he admires your bare body. "(Y/N), you're so breath takingly beautiful." He softly spoke. His voice full of love as he took off his boxers.

His dick springs up under his belly button, as he climbed back onto the bed, you couldn't help but admire the sight of his chiseled body, every inch of him oozing with raw masculinity. His touch was both gentle and rough, and you loved the way he made you feel. He kissed you again, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, filling you up completely. You moaned into the kiss as he slowly started to pump in and out of your hole, making sure you stretched out to his length. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and you moaned loudly as he started to move, each thrust driving you crazy.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his skin as you surrendered yourself completely to the moment. He moved faster and harder, his breathing growing more ragged with every thrust. You could feel the tension building inside of you, and you knew that you were about to come undone.

Leon's hips moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. You could feel his muscles contracting with each movement, his abs rippling beneath your fingers as you clung to him. He slowly moved his left hand to press on your lower belly and rub your clit with his thumb. You couldn't help but let your eyes roll back and let out a louder moan with his name thrown into it.

As he continued to pump in and out of you, his lips found their way to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment for days to come. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him.

The heat between you grew more intense with each passing moment, and you could feel your body responding to his every touch. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You reached up to grab onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as he pounded into you with increasing force.

Leon's breath was ragged and hot against your neck as he whispered words of love and desire in your ear, his voice deep and husky with passion. "You feel so good, baby," he moaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I can't get enough of you."

You could feel your own release building inside of you, your body trembling with anticipation. You became undone underneath him as he continued to pound into you. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge once again, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Leon seemed to sense it too, his movements becoming faster and harder as he pushed you towards the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh god, Leon," you moaned, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He responded with a deep, throaty growl, his movements becoming even more frenzied as he took you to the edge and over it. And then it happened - a wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, every nerve ending in your body exploding with pleasure. Leon didn't slow down, driving you higher and higher until you finally felt him explode inside of you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he found release. You felt your whole body shake with the force of your release, waves of pleasure washing over you again and again. Leon followed close behind you, his own release triggering a cascade of fireworks behind your eyelids.

The two of you lay there, panting and spent, wrapped up in each other's arms. It was moments like this that made you feel grateful for the incredible love and passion you shared with Leon. You knew that whatever the future held, the two of you would always have each other.

As your breathing returned to normal, Leon leaned in to kiss you once more, his lips still tasting of desire and passion. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, and it was a comfort to know that he was there with you, in that moment.

As you lay there, entwined in each other's embrace, Leon began to softly whisper words of love and adoration in your ear. His voice was deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine with every word.

"I love you," he whispered. "You're everything to me."

You smiled, feeling your heart fill with warmth at his words. "I love you too," you replied, running your fingers through his hair.

The two of you lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, lost in the afterglow of your passion. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the love that you shared. You knew that no matter what challenges the future held, the two of you would face them together, with a love that was strong enough to conquer anything. You felt him pull out of you, both of your climaxes flowing out of you once he was fully out. He softly chuckled as he kissed your forehead before he picks you up out of bed. "Lets get you cleaned up again before we sleep princess."

Leon's voice was gentle and full of love as he held you close, his strong arms cradling you as he carried you towards the bathroom. He set you down on the edge of the bathtub and started the water, making sure it was just the right temperature before he carefully helped you step into the shower. He stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close, the warm water cascading down over your bodies.

As he helped you wash, his touch was gentle and loving, his fingers tracing every curve of your body with a reverence that made your heart swell with love. He kissed the back of your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking onto his as you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was slow and tender, a soft exploration of each other's lips that spoke volumes of the love you shared. As the water continued to flow over you, you felt his arms tighten around you, pulling you close as if he never wanted to let you go. The warmth of the water enveloped you both, soothing your skin and relaxing your muscles. You felt his hands moving up and down your back, massaging you gently as you basked in the warmth of the shower. Eventually, the two of you stepped out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed.

After the shower, he dried you off gently, his touch as soft as a feather as he wrapped you up in a towel. He led you back to the bedroom, tucking you into bed with a kiss on the forehead. As he settled in beside you, he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he held you tightly, his love a comforting cocoon around you. You felt safe and loved in his embrace, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, the two of you would face them together, with a love that was strong enough to conquer anything.

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment and for the beautiful life that you were building together.

You spent the morning snuggled up in bed, talking about the future and all the possibilities that lay ahead. As you sipped coffee and nibbled on pancakes, you began discussing wedding plans, imagining the perfect day that would celebrate your love. Leon listened to your ideas, offering suggestions and thoughts, his eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.

You spent hours brainstorming, jotting down notes and making lists, discussing everything from the flowers to the menu to the music. As you talked, you could feel your love growing stronger with every passing moment, the prospect of spending your lives together filling you with warmth and joy.

After breakfast, you decided to take a stroll through the park, hand in hand, talking more about your vision for the big day. You discussed the venue, the guest list, and even the color scheme, imagining every detail down to the last petal on the bouquet.

You settled on a bouquet of soft pink and ivory roses, with a few delicate sprigs of baby's breath tucked in between. The roses were arranged in a cascading style, with the stems wrapped in a pale pink satin ribbon that trailed gracefully behind.

As you envisioned the bouquet in your mind, you could almost smell the sweet fragrance of the roses and feel the soft petals against your skin. You knew that carrying this bouquet on your wedding day would make you feel like the most beautiful and cherished bride in the world.

You and Leon had discussed many ideas for the wedding venue, but eventually, you settled on a charming outdoor garden that was surrounded by trees and blooming flowers. The vibrant colors of the flowers were incorporated into the color scheme, with shades of pink, lavender, and ivory taking center stage. The ceremony would be held beneath a beautifully decorated archway, with delicate ribbons and flower garlands draped around it.

The reception would take place in a nearby ballroom that was adorned with twinkling lights and hanging lanterns. The tables were set with elegant ivory linens, and each place setting was accented with a single pink rose. The food would be a delicious blend of local cuisine, with fresh seafood and seasonal produce taking center stage. For dessert, you had decided on a tiered cake decorated with fresh flowers and drizzled with a light glaze.

As you walked, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love for Leon, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him making your heart race. The day seemed to pass in a blissful haze, filled with love and laughter, until the sun began to set and you found yourselves back in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms once again.

As the days passed, the excitement for your wedding continued to build. You and Leon finalized all the details, from the flowers to the food, ensuring that everything would be perfect for the big day.

The day before the wedding, you went to the venue to do a final walkthrough with the event planner. As you walked through the space, you could see your vision come to life. The colors were vibrant, the flowers were arranged beautifully, and the tables were set perfectly. You took a deep breath and smiled, knowing that everything was going to be perfect.

The morning of the wedding, you woke up to a beautiful sunrise, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. You and your bridesmaids got ready together, sipping mimosas and laughing as you helped each other with hair and makeup. The bouquet that you had designed with the florist was delivered, and it took your breath away with its beauty.

As the time drew closer, you slipped into your wedding dress, a stunning creation that flowed around you like a dream. The ivory lace shimmered in the sunlight, and the delicate beading sparkled with every movement you made. You twirled around in front of the mirror, feeling like a princess in your own fairytale.

Your bridesmaids gasped when they saw you, tears welling up in their eyes as they took in your beauty. You smiled at them, feeling grateful for their love and support on this special day. You locked your eyes with your mom, who looked so proud and happy. Her mouth opens and closes as tears well up in her eyes.

As tears welled up in her eyes, your mom took a deep breath and stepped forward to embrace you. "Oh my darling, you look absolutely stunning," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe how grown up you are now, and how beautiful you look in that dress."

She pulled back and looked at you with such love and pride that your heart swelled with emotion. "I just know that you and Leon are going to be so happy together," she continued, her eyes shining with tears. "You make such a wonderful couple, and I am so grateful to have you both in my life."

You hugged her back tightly, feeling overwhelmed with love for your mom and gratitude for all she had done for you. "Thank you, Mom," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you."

As you and your mom hugged, your bridesmaids gathered around you, their own eyes glistening with tears. It was a moment of pure love and joy, one that you would treasure forever.

The final touches were added to your hair and makeup, and then it was time to make your way to the ceremony. You took a deep breath and stepped outside, feeling the warm sun on your face and the cool breeze in your hair.

As you walked down the aisle, you could feel all eyes on you, but your focus was on Leon, who was waiting for you at the altar with a look of love and adoration in his eyes. You reached him, and he took your hand, his fingers lacing with yours.

The ceremony was beautiful, with the gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of the flowers all around.

As the ceremony began, Leon's eyes locked onto yours and he began to recite his vows. His voice was strong and steady, filled with love and devotion.

"My dearest love, from the moment I met you, I knew that my life would never be the same. You are my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin, to support and encourage you in all that you do, and to be your rock when life gets tough." He pauses and looks up at you, tears welling in his oceanic blue eyes before he continues.

"I vow to love you unconditionally, to cherish every moment we share, and to always put your needs before my own. You are the missing piece of my heart, and I am so grateful to have found you. I promise to always be honest and faithful to you, to make you laugh when you're feeling down, and to hold your hand through the ups and downs of life."

"I vow to build a life with you that is filled with happiness, adventure, and love. Together, we will make the most of every moment, creating memories that will last a lifetime. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to spend the rest of my days making you happy and loving you with all of my heart."

As he finished his vows, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The ceremony was a beautiful testament to your love, filled with laughter, tears, and moments that you would never forget.

As Leon looked at you with tears in his eyes, you felt your own eyes well up with emotion. You took a deep breath and began to speak your vows.

"Leon, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You've shown me what true love means, and I feel so blessed to be standing here with you today. I vow to love you, to cherish you, and to support you through all the ups and downs that life may bring. I promise to be your rock, your partner, and your best friend for as long as we both shall live." You smile as a stray tear rolls down your cheek. "I promise to hold your hand through the good times and the bad, to laugh with you and cry with you, to be your home and your sanctuary. I vow to support your dreams and aspirations, and to always push you to be the best version of yourself. I promise to listen to you, to respect you, and to cherish every moment we have together. I love you more than words can express, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me. My love, you are the sunshine in my life. From the moment I met you, I knew that I had found my soulmate. I promise to always love you, to always support you, and to always be there for you. I will cherish every moment that we spend together, and I will work hard to create a beautiful life for us. You are my everything, and I vow to love and honor you for eternity." As you finished speaking, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you, the love and support of your family and friends surrounding you like a warm embrace.

Finally, the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, and Leon leaned in to kiss you, sealing your love for all eternity.

As you kissed, you felt a wave of joy and contentment wash over you. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the sound echoing throughout the venue. You broke the kiss, turning to face your guests with tears of happiness streaming down your face.

You could see the pride and love in your parents' eyes, as well as the joy and excitement in the faces of your friends and family. You hugged your parents, feeling grateful for their unwavering support and guidance throughout your life.

Leon's parents also stepped forward, wrapping their arms around you and welcoming you into their family with open hearts. The two families merged into one, sharing in the love and joy of the moment.

As you looked around the room, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and happiness. You had always dreamed of this day, and it was even more perfect than you could have ever imagined.

Leon took your hand, and the two of you made your way down the aisle, surrounded by your loved ones. You were officially husband and wife, and you couldn't wait to start your lives together as a married couple.

The reception was a joyous celebration of your love, filled with laughter, dancing, and memories that would last a lifetime. The décor was breathtaking, with elegant centerpieces and twinkling lights creating a romantic ambiance that perfectly captured the love that you and Leon shared.

As the night went on, Chris, one of your closest friends, stepped up to the mic to give a heartfelt toast to the newlyweds. With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, he began to speak.

"To my dear friends, Leon and (Y/N), I can't express how happy I am for the two of you. Seeing you standing here together, surrounded by love and happiness, brings tears to my eyes. You both are a shining example of what true love is all about, and I know that you will have a lifetime of happiness together. I'm so glad you two have allowed me to help you with planning this wonderful night out. Its truly an honor."

He turned to Leon, a grin on his face. "Leon, my man, I've known you for years, and I can honestly say that I've never seen you as happy as you are now. (Y/N) brings out the best in you, and I know that you will continue to make her feel loved and cherished for the rest of your lives together."

Chris then turned to you, a smile on his face. "And (Y/N), my beautiful friend, I can't imagine anyone more perfect for Leon than you. You are kind, loving, and endlessly patient, and I know that you will be an incredible wife to him."

He raised his glass. "To the happy couple, may your love continue to grow and flourish with each passing year. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy!"

As the crowd cheered and clinked their glasses, you felt your heart swell with love and joy. This was truly the happiest day of your life, and you knew that you would cherish every moment of it for the rest of your days.

The food was delicious, with a variety of dishes that catered to all tastes and preferences. The cake was a work of art, with intricate details and flavors that made your taste buds dance. You spent the rest of the day celebrating with your friends and family, dancing and laughing and enjoying the beautiful wedding that you had planned together. As the night drew to a close, you and Leon slipped away from the festivities, hand in hand, ready to start the rest of your lives together as husband and wife.

As the night wore on, you and Leon stole away for a moment alone, looking out at the stars and reflecting on the amazing day that you had just shared. You felt so lucky to have found each other, and you knew that your love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

The night ended with a final dance, surrounded by the people who meant the most to you. As you held each other close, you knew that you had found your happily ever after, and that you were truly blessed to have each other.

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As the final notes of the music faded away, Leon held you tightly and whispered in your ear, "Let's go home, my love."

You smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. The two of you said your goodbyes to your guests, thanking them for sharing in your special day. As you made your way to the exit, Chris stepped up and hugged you both, his eyes glistening with tears.

"You two are meant to be together," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I am so happy for you and I know that you will have a lifetime of love and happiness together."

You and Leon hugged Chris back, feeling grateful for his support and love. As you walked out into the cool night air, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and joy. Leon quickly scooped you up into his arms and walked the rest of the way to the car.

The ride home was quiet, filled with contented sighs and stolen glances at each other. When you finally arrived home, Leon scooped you up in his arms and carried you over the threshold, kissing you passionately as he did so.

As you settled into your new life together, you knew that your wedding day was just the beginning of a lifetime of love and happiness.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining through the window. It was your first day as a married couple, and you couldn't wait to start your new adventure together. You and Leon spent the morning packing your bags for your honeymoon, carefully choosing the perfect outfits and accessories for your romantic getaway.

You were both so excited to explore the beautiful city of Paris, with its iconic landmarks, charming cafes, and rich culture. You had always dreamed of strolling hand in hand along the Seine River, visiting the Louvre Museum, and indulging in delicious French pastries and wines.

The hotel you had chosen for your honeymoon was a luxurious five-star hotel located in the heart of Paris, boasting stunning views of the Eiffel Tower and top-notch amenities like a spa, a rooftop bar, and a Michelin-starred restaurant. You couldn't wait to soak in the luxurious surroundings and create unforgettable memories with your new husband.

As you boarded the plane, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead. You and Leon snuggled up together, watching romantic comedies and sipping champagne, feeling grateful for the love and happiness that you had found in each other. You wondered how Chris managed to land you guys a first class private trip to Paris but you were thankful for his actions.

As the plane soared through the clouds, you both felt a sense of adventure and wonder. You had always dreamed of visiting Paris, and now you were finally going to experience it together as husband and wife.

As you landed in the City of Love, you were immediately struck by the beauty and romance that surrounded you. The quaint cafes, charming architecture, and iconic landmarks took your breath away. You and Leon checked into your luxurious hotel, complete with stunning views of the Eiffel Tower.

As you arrived at your hotel in Paris, you were awestruck by its grandeur and beauty. The lobby was adorned with sparkling chandeliers and opulent decor, and the staff greeted you with warm smiles and impeccable service.

As you made your way to your room, you were filled with anticipation for what awaited you inside. The room was spacious and luxurious, with a plush king-size bed adorned with soft, fluffy pillows and a cozy duvet. The windows overlooked the city, providing breathtaking views of the Eiffel Tower and the sparkling lights of Paris at night.

The room was equipped with modern amenities, including a flat-screen TV, high-speed internet, and a fully stocked minibar. The bathroom was a spa-like oasis, with marble countertops, a deep soaking tub, and plush robes and slippers to wrap yourself in after a relaxing bath.

A bouquet of fresh flowers sat on the nightstand, filling the room with a sweet and fragrant aroma. A tray of macarons and champagne awaited you, welcoming you to the City of Love in the most delicious way possible.

Overall, the room was a perfect blend of elegance, comfort, and romance, setting the stage for an unforgettable honeymoon with the love of your life. "Wow, Leon, this is so.." your voice trails off as you look around the room. "its perfect!"

Leon grinned as he watched you take in the beauty of the room. "I wanted to make sure our honeymoon was as special as our wedding day," he said, pulling you into his arms. "And I think this is the perfect place to start our new life together."

He led you over to the plush king-sized bed, adorned with silky soft linens and fluffy pillows. "How about we take a quick nap and then explore the city?" he suggested with a mischievous grin.

As you cuddled up together on the bed, you felt the warmth of his body next to yours and the soft sound of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

When you woke up, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the room. Leon had ordered room service, and the aroma of freshly baked croissants and strong coffee filled the air.

As you sat down to enjoy your breakfast together, Leon took your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. "I want this honeymoon to be about us, about our love and our future together," he said. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy."

With those words, he leaned in and kissed you deeply, his love for you filling every inch of the room. You sighed happily into the kiss as he slowly broke it.

Leon took your hand and led you towards the balcony, where you could see the breathtaking view of the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower twinkled in the distance, and the lights of the city illuminated the night sky.

"Let's go out and explore the city," he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of adventure and excitement wash over you. You changed into something comfortable and warm, taking a coat with you, and you set off into the city, hand in hand with Leon.

The streets of Paris were bustling with people, each one seeming to have their own story to tell. You walked hand in hand with Leon, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, stopping to take pictures in front of the iconic landmarks and indulging in the local cuisine at cozy cafes and restaurants.

As you walked through the charming streets, you felt your heart swell with love for Leon, and you knew that this honeymoon would be the start of a lifetime of adventures together. The love that you shared filled every moment of the trip, making it even more special and unforgettable.

After a long day of exploring, you returned to the hotel, tired but happy. You and Leon cuddled up in the plush bed, watching the lights of the city twinkling outside the window. You talked for hours about your hopes and dreams for the future, and the adventures that you wanted to have together. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that your love for each other would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants. Leon had ordered breakfast in bed, complete with a variety of pastries, fruit, and delicious coffee. As you enjoyed your meal, you talked excitedly about your plans for the day. You both decided to visit the famous Eiffel Tower, and explore the city's many museums and galleries.

As you walked hand in hand through the streets of Paris, Leon turned to you with a smile. "I'm so happy to be here with you, my love. You make every moment of my life so much better." His words made your heart swell with love and joy.

"I feel the same way, Leon. I'm so grateful for you, and for this amazing adventure that we're on together." You replied, looking deeply into his eyes.

As the day went on, you and Leon shared countless new experiences and made unforgettable memories. From sampling local cuisine to taking romantic walks through the city, every moment was filled with love and happiness. And as the sun set over the city, you knew that your honeymoon in Paris was a dream come true, a true celebration of your love and commitment to each other. The honeymoon slowly came to an end as you turned to look at the hotel entrance, your bags heavy with souvenirs and memories you made.

You and Leon shared one final romantic dinner in the hotel's elegant restaurant, savoring every bite of the exquisite French cuisine. You talked about the highlights of your trip, reliving your favorite moments and promising to return to Paris one day. As the night wore on, you grew more and more reluctant to leave, wishing that you could stay in this beautiful city forever.

But all good things must come to an end, and the next morning, you packed your bags and made your way to the airport. As you sat in your first-class seats, holding hands with Leon, you looked out the window at the beautiful city that you had fallen in love with. You knew that you would never forget this honeymoon, and that the memories that you had made would last a lifetime.

"Thank you for the most amazing honeymoon, Leon," you said, turning to him with a smile.

"It was my pleasure, my love," he replied, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. "I'm so grateful to have you as my wife, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life making you happy."

You leaned in to kiss him, knowing that your love for each other would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day. As the plane took off, you closed your eyes and smiled, feeling grateful for the love and happiness that you had found in each other.

[justevelynnnn]

I don't know if you take requests...but I really liked ur Scott fic so maybe one where Scott really likes praise.... And reader doesn't mind giving it

- Yesss i do accept requests😭!! I love getting them cayse half the time i have writers block. But i love this sm.

Also sorry this is so late i’ve been so busy it’s ridiculous 😭💔

Warnings: one mention of sex but that’s it

(also i made this is kinda a continuation from my other post “He’s better”)

Logan and Scott fought really bad for a bit after he caught you two that night. All you could do was just sit there in horror and watch.

It ended in a tie surprisingly. Scott didn’t wanna kill Logan and Logan saw no point against Scott’s blasts. He just stopped hurting scott and was like, “..wait, why do i even care so much? Fuck you both.” He yelled at you that you two were over and you could enjoy your “downgrade dick”. You didn’t bother arguing. Plus, he cheated first so technically this was all his fault already…

But anyways, after wiping the blood from his nose, Scott got you cleaned up and gave you one of his shirts to wear and helped you officially move into his room. Everyone was shocked with you two being a couple. Jean especially. She was sad at first but knew she was wrong so she let it go. No hard feelings.

Rogue was excited because apparently her and her friends had been “shipping” you two for a while. You guess the chemistry was always there.

Logan was secretly still pissed but just stayed to himself for a long while. You didn’t care about him though. All the nights you’d cry because you felt like he just didn’t care..it was horrible. Then Scott came along like a prince and saved you.

It didn’t take long for you and him to officially become a couple either. Now there were dates and late night walks and just romantic bonding. He was actually a big cuddler.

You discovered how much he like praise too. It started simple.

After a mission, you praised him on the “excellent planning”. He blushed and thanked you quietly. You found it cute.

Then another day, he cooked you pasta while you two did a mini date in the mansion/school. It was so good you just praised him over and over.

“Scott, oh my gosh- this is delicious! You did so good on this!” You exclaimed before taking another bite.

You almost missed it but he blushed again a deep red and smiled. Then it clicked. He liked praise..like really liked it. You suddenly felt mischievous..

In bed one night, after you two were done having sex you turned to him and started praising him again just to see if he’d react again. He did in fact blush again and thanked you quietly. He was very flustered now. You just flat out asked him, “You like being praised, don’t you?”

Caught off guard, he at first stammers but then just settled with a simple, “Yes.”

“I knew it.” You said poking him, teasingly. He just stayed quiet, possibly embarrassed to admit it.

“Just makes me feel nice, yknow..? I don’t know..don’t tell anyone okay? It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Of course, i won’t..and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about! I don’t mind praising you honestly. You’re just…so good at everything you do,.” You turned your body to face and started swirling your finger around his chest. He sighed in relief that you didn’t find it weird.

“Thank you. Thank you,love.” He smiles at you in the dark.

After that night, you started to praise Scott more. For simple things like being so organized and calm to more complex things like during missions. You knew it helped keep him motivated and happy. You really enjoyed Scott and your healthy new relationship with him and he enjoyed feeling seen❤️

[husbandhoshi]

Heheh mingyu + cute + 9:27am

[9:27]

on god, i will kill whoever shares a wall with mingyu, is your first thought of the day.

you lay there, head positively spinning, as you hear the perpetrator snooze their train horn alarm for the fifth time that morning.

your second is, fuck, i actually went home with him, and your third falls somewhere along the lines of having the worst hangover headache of your twenty something years of being alive.

the bed next to you is cold (mingyu probably has class), you’re in a big white shirt (must have put it on after getting your back blown out), and curiously, mingyu has a studio ghibli poster you never noticed on the back of his door (good, although it would have ruined the mood if you knew totoro had witnessed all of that).

the unsavory details from last night come flooding back to you like the final chapter of an agatha christie novel, except you still don’t really get it.

kim mingyu, resident heartthrob of sigma alpha epsilon and the guy you just happened to tutor on tuesdays, not only invited you to a party, but somehow landed you in his bed, wearing his clothes.

on an average day, sleeping with a guy five million miles out of your league would be the college fairytale of your dreams, except you have class in two hours and the room is so bright, so flooded with sunlight, you think you will actually die if you open your eyes any wider.

you kind of wished things would be different.

(let’s get out of here, mingyu had said last night, and a part of you already knew what was going to happen. but instead, he walked you to in-n-out, draped in his big letterman jacket, and you spent the next two hours talking about everything and nothing over an order of animal fries.

and you remember him hovering over you, his silver necklace tantalizing and cold against the skin of your neck, asking in that awfully low voice of his—are you sure? we don’t have to.

and you pleaded and begged yes, yes, want it, want you, because you actually had the most embarrassing crush on him and somehow you fell in love all over again watching him get thousand island sauce on that nice button up of his.)

but in true fratboy fashion, he’s gone, and you’re just another girl left to dry in the wretched sigma house.

it’s then that you hear a knock on the door, at first frantic, then softly.

“mingyu’s not here,” you holler, although it’s more of a croak than a shout. “i don’t even live here.”

“um. this is mingyu,” comes the muffled voice. “sorry, i—” you can just picture him rubbing the back of his neck, piecing his next sentence together. “i thought you might want some breakfast?”

hearing the same voice that said basically unrepeatable things last night now shy as ever, asking permission to enter his own room, gives you the worst whiplash of your life. on top of that, you’re embarrassingly relieved that he did not, in fact, abandon you.

“yeah, uh, sure. thanks.” you scramble for your phone to make sure you look ok, but promptly realize the fool is charging it on his desk. so instead you just lay there, trying to look as alive as possible.

the door opens slowly, and through your half-lidded, squinty eyes, you make out what possibly could be the most beautiful man alive, looking like a dream in low hanging sweats and a muscle tee. and he has a plate of pancakes and orange juice.

“sorry, i look terrible.” the words just fly out of your mouth.

“no you don’t,” he chides in that awfully attractive pout of his. “was gonna say you look great. especially after everything that happened last night.”

he grins, all teeth and pretty pink lips, as you fight to not pull the covers over your head and just perish on the spot. “please shut up. i thought you abandoned me, you know. and i decided i was gonna stop tutoring you and let you fail organic chemistry.”

mingyu laughs and sits beside you on the bed, warm gaze falling on you. “i’m sorry. please don’t do that. i need you,” he jokes, and you both laugh again, feeling that post hookup awkwardness permeate the space.

he moves to brush the hair out of your forehead, but stops himself. he’s not sure what to do (he likes you, a lot actually, and that itself is enough to zap all rational thought from his brain).

“are you feeling ok?” mingyu asks instead. “i brought a warm towel and an advil. you know, uh, if you had a headache or something.”

it’s cute seeing him trip over his words, and you nod, giving him the ok to fuss over you.

“can you sit up? do you want me to feed you?” the questions come a mile a minute, but you’re never one to complain over a real life disney prince fawning over you.

so you let him, god, for some reason him propping you up against his pillows is a thousand times hotter than whatever he did last night, and you make the executive decision to waste your entire friday morning to spend it with him.

you’re still not sure what you are—friends, acquaintances, or something in the middle.

you wouldn’t dare think lovers though, except when he blows on a forkful of pancake to cool it down, you briefly consider marriage.

(before you go, he kisses your forehead. “catch a movie with me tomorrow?” he asks, taking his sunglasses off the top of his head and sliding them onto your face—he knows you lied when you said your head wasn’t hurting anymore.

“is this because you wanna—”

“it’s because i want to take you on a date. a real one. can i?”

he smiles at you again, radiant and honest, and you find you don’t doubt him for a second.)

[neonpaperlanterns]

Transformers prime story request.

The vehicons are the decepticons storm troopers, treated like nobodies and abused by their commanders every so often.

So... How about a story where one seeks to leave the decepticon life. Posing as a regular car at a car sale. This vehicon figures some time among Humans will be just what he needs. Having changed paint jobs and removing any trackers in him. He hopes to just... Enjoy "human watching", seeing what their lives are like.

He ends up bought by Jacks' mother sometime before she and her son knows about the transformers. And slowly ends up caring about her as he poses as her car. Enjoying the little things of his new life.

... And then her son brings home Arcee and the series ticks off from there.

A "normal" life

T-34B watched as humans mingled around him. Idle chatter filled the parking lot as different fleshy servos brushed along his alt-mode. Grumbled words of distaste and disinterest bounced around in his helm.

Had he picked a bad color? He thought the light blue was good but maybe he was wrong.

Did he look too worn down? He thought if he looked too new that he'd have less options but maybe he was wrong.

Was his model wrong? His research said that VW Beetles were decent cars but maybe he was wrong.

Should he have gone flashier? Sleeker? Been red? Maybe if he-

"How bout this one?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. There was a female human standing in front of his hood. Looking at him. Judging him. As subtly as he could he tried to push out his plating, air up his tires, and catch the sun just right so he looked as presentable as possible.

And it seemed to be working until a shorter and what seemed to be younger human butted in.

"Looks like an old man." The boy stated which was hurtful, he thinks. T-34B knew he wasn't the best or the brightest or even that standout but he didn't look that bad right?

Right?

"Don't be mean Jack I think that gives it character." T-34B was full of character, the lady gets it. Jack rolled his weird organic optics but shrugged.

Which T-34B would later learn was a seal of approval. Sort of.

Being driven through the streets of Jasper was weird. It felt wrong not to be in control of himself. He had to stifle every little desire to take the wheel or change the radio station.

He liked Earth's music but he wasn't a fan of the genre of 'Country'. It sounded too similar to him. As the songs blurred together into one noise it just reminded him of staring at the countless versions of his face. He did not like it. But he did not change it because cars didn't do that.

Pulling into what would be his new home he tried not to feel cramped inside the garage. He told himself that it was cozy and really far better than what he had back on the Nemesis. Because it was, anything was better than the Decepticon ship. Even a tiny garage and fleshy organics who weren't careful with sugary fluids were better than what he came from.

He'd have thousands of drinks spilled in his cab before he ever regretted leaving.

.

.

Life with the Darby's was simple. He learned the woman's name was June and that she was Jacks carrier or mom as the teen called her. He learned what a teenager was too.

He discovered that June was a nurse and that Earth's hospitals were not that different to the ones that once operated on Cybertron. At least from the outside looking in.

They didn't drive him many places. Mostly June's job, Jack's educational center, a place called WinCo Foods, and building with a bright neon sign that read Jasper Bowlarama. He did not know what a "Bowlarama" was but the Darby's always seemed happy after coming and he got to see lots of humans doing human things so everything was good

T-34B was staring to like when the unit he drove around were happy. He liked the talks he got to overhear. Like how Jack was doing in chemistry and that he was thinking of trying out for football. Which his mother didn't seem fond of and countered with going for band instead. He liked when June had a long shift and could barely drive, it gave him the chance to repay her by getting her home safely.

He liked that randomly June decided to give him a name. Apparently naming cars what just a thing humans did. She suggested Nancy because that had been the last vehicles name and the one before that so it just made sense.

T-34B dreaded being named after another.

But Jack interjected unknowing on his behalf. Said he didn't look like a Nancy.

He agreed.

Instead sighting that he looked more like a Buggy or Ozzy.

June picked Ozzy.

.

.

When Jack came back with a motorcycle June had lost her mind but gradually came around.

Ozzy had also lost his mind and was still currently losing it. For one he had to share his garage now. For two he felt like he was losing Jack. The teen didn't need him now because of that death machine. And for three and technically most important that was a FRAGGIN Autobot!

Oh Primus he was slagged. He was so slagged. His only saving grace was that the Bot hadn't realized he wasn't just a beetle and that almost immediately after June left Jack and the Bot began arguing.

He learned the Bot was Arcee. He's never encountered the Femme before but he's heard about her. Quick tempered and a 'shot first ask questions later' type. She's offlined hundreds of vehicons and now he was stuck sharing space with her.

Oh Ozzy was so slagged.

[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 3

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: just cursing! author's note: THIS CHAPTER IS SO IMPORTANT u guiys dont even KNOW YET ok enjoy <3 lov u all WC: 1631 lowercase intentional !!

to tell the truth, matt had no idea what he was doing.

"why don't you just distance yourself?"

"you signed up for it, no?"

nick's words echoed in his head as he bit his lip and sat up, raising his hand to run through his hair rather than picking at his fingernails.

"wanna get out of here?"

-

"where are we going?" i questioned after a few moments of silence. "you're not gonna like... i don't know, murder me?" i joked, lightening the mood a bit. i felt relief washed over me when i saw matt smile softly.

"of course not," he responded softly, as i continued to follow him. we had walked through the streets and into a foresty area with many trees and some hills. matt would step over everything expertly and mutter a soft, "watch your step," to me each time. i could tell he had taken this route on multiple occasions.

"i thought you said you knew a spot," i breathed, checking my phone to see fifteen minutes had gone by.

"i promise it's worth it," he responded as he smiled and pulled a few bush branches out of the way, making sure i got through before letting them go. "here," he breathed and turned to me.

i shifted my gaze from matt to the sight in front of me, my eyes widening. it didn't even look real.

the way the trees perfectly aligned across the soft pond, where the water ran slowly and fireflies danced across the muggy water. there were logs along the edges, one was propped in a nice spot. matt headed towards that specific log.

"i come here a lot when i have to think, or when i get bored." he mumbled as he sat down on the log and patted beside him, motioning for me to sit with him.

i took his offer and slowly sat beside him, looking around before letting out a soft, breathy chuckle. "what, so my tutoring bored you?" i joked.

"yeah, a little bit," he responded as he smiled softly and i smacked his arm.

we sat in silence for a moment as we listened to the water run through the pond, before a question came to my mind. i turned to matt and tilted my head slightly.

"why did you transfer to northside high?"

matt seemed to let out a hefty sigh, biting his lip. he turned away as he began to pick at his fingernails a bit again. "uhh, i dropped out at one point and decided to go back to school," he mumbled, a little bit faster than most of his statements.

i nodded as i smiled and turned back to the water. "i see. i'm proud of you for trying again," i breathed, and matt turned to me. "i mean, as much as people shit on school, i've met a lot of amazing people and learned some awesome things, even if it means i have to learn that the estimated number of moves possible in a single game of chess is greater than the amount of atoms in the universe." i mumbled, shrugging.

"where in the hell did you learn that?" matt mumbled, smiling softly and seeming to loosen up a bit.

i shrugged and stared in front of me. "chemistry."

a bit of silence washed over us both as we sat peacefully and stared at the water.

"would you wanna go out sometime?" matt shifted slightly where he sat as he spoke.

i turned my head to matt and blinked a few times, a bit of shock running over me.

"i mean, i know we just met-" he defends, but you quickly cut him off, smiling at him.

"yeah, i'd love to." i responded, and matt smiled softly at me, nodding as he turned his head back to the water.

a few more moments of silence went on, and matt gently moved his hand to rest on top of mine, not making eye contact.

i turned to him and smiled warmly, scooting a bit closer to him and resting my head against his shoulder.

-

"you asked her out?" chris blurted, as nick stood beside him and pressed his fingers to his forehead while shaking his head.

"i- i don't know, it was just in the moment, and-"

"you're so fucked, matt." nick stated calmly as he took a seat beside him and gently set a hand on his back.

matt shrugged and sighed. "it's bad, i tried to distance myself and i folded. i really did. you guys should see her, she's really sweet.. and pretty, too.." he whispered, intertwining his hands together and resting them on his forehead as he leaned his elbows against the counter. he was kind of freaking out.

"what's her insta," chris pressed, pulling out his phone.

matt turned to him with a look of disbelief. "dude," he breathed and turned to nick, who just shrugged.

"well, what is it?" the older questioned, making matt groan.

after a few moments of looking, chris found your instagram and blinked a few times. "oh yeah, you're fucked dude." he mumbled as he turned the phone to nick.

nick let out a long, exasperated sigh. "i'll see what i can do, matt, but your options are extremely limited."

"maybe i'm not cut out for this," matt replied coldly, standing up from his seat. "i really can't see myself harming someone, i don't understand how-"

"matt," nick mumbled as he stood in front of him and set his hands on either of his shoulders. he looked into his eyes before sighing.

"no, i'm serious, nick," he gently pushed his arm away from him and stepped back, looking at chris, who had a concerned expression on his face.

matt took in a deep breath. "i can't do this, not to her.." he mumbled as he stood up and left the kitchen, going straight to his room.

nick let out a deep sigh as he buried his face in his hands.

chris moved to him and gently rubbed his shoulder. "give him some time, nick. he'll come around." he breathed before heading down the stairs to his own room.

-

matt scrunched up his nose as he looked at the papers being taped onto the walls in the hallway before scoffing. "what're they doing, remodeling the place?"

i scoffed and shook my head, walking closely beside him as i held my backpack straps closely in my hands. "no, advertising.. prom is coming up," i breathed, and smiled softly.

matt shrugged and hummed softly to himself. "loud music, lots of people dry humping each other.. i'm good." he chuckled, and i smirked and lightly hit his arm.

"come on, matt.. you know you wanna go," i giggled as i stopped at my locker, and matt leaned on the one beside me as he watched me, the corners of his lips upturned slightly.

"not really, parties and stuff aren't really my thing." he shrugged, watching me as i went through my books within the locker. i felt my cheeks heat up at the feeling of his gaze resting on me.

"i guess i can see that," i mumbled in response before shutting my locker. "but think about it.. after going back to school and whatnot.. it's your senior year too, right? why not give it a shot?"

matt watched me as i spoke, and after a few moments once i was done, he let out a breathy chuckle as he looked down and shook his head, arms crossed as he leaned against the locker. "i'll think about it," he responded softly, before lifting himself off of the locker and beginning to walk in the direction of our class, where i closely followed beside him.

-

footsteps echoed against the tile in the large and empty room.

"sir, i feel that matt should be excluded from the eclipse alliance corporation," chris's voice rang as he swallowed, clearly a bit nervous to be speaking with their coordinator. he kept his arms at his sides as he looked at the man. "he cares a lot.. about people around him," chris started, but he was quickly cut off.

"does he not care about his family within the corporation?" he breathed, his voice calm.

chris swallowed as he looked down as his feet. he took in a deep breath. "uhh, i think he-"

"look at me when you speak to me." the man stated firmly, and chris immediately lifted his head.

"right, sorry sir," he started, before clearing his throat and biting his lip. "i think matt cares a lot, too much even, and it's making it hard for him to act on the tasks he's given. nick and i wanted to ask you if there's anything we can do, or any advice we should give him?" he stated, the last part flowing a lot quicker than the rest. chris was practically shaking in his boots, to put it simply.

"matthew has a deadline. april 25th. if his task is not finished, he is cut." he started, before cocking an eyebrow. "have you and nicolas... told him yet?" he questioned.

chris looked down at his feet and took in a deep breath as he looked up at their coordinator. "nick and i are waiting for the right time." he stated, almost with confidence, as he knew they were doing the right thing.

"very well. is this all?" the man spoke, and chris nodded softly.

"yes, thank you for your time," he breathed as he waved and began to walk in the other direction. he let out a shaky breath of relief as he continued to walk, his forehead now dripping in sweat. "he has no idea," chris whispered as he let out a shaky sigh.

"i'm so sorry, matt."

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[my-mt-heart]

What Makes Caryl's Romance Organic

By organic, I mean it's a natural path for Daryl and Carol to take as characters and their explicit canon is fully supported by the writing in the flagship show.

The seeds have been planted. We got to see the genesis of their bond when Daryl made it his mission to find Carol's lost little girl, and we watched it grow in "real time" as the overarching story progressed. We saw intentional, suggestive beats like Daryl massaging Carol's shoulder on top of the bus, Carol openly flirting as she tried to reclaim her sexuality after Ed, Daryl's jealousy of "the king," the visual and emotional parallels between Carol and Leah, Carol's dream of being married to Daryl, and I could go on.

By watching their interactions with each other over the course of 11 seasons and perhaps also differentiating them from their interactions with other characters, it's easy to assert that these two broken souls relied on each other not just for survival in the ZA, but for emotional fulfillment. Every character wants something, and in this case we were shown time and time again how much Daryl and Carol desire each other, though not just in a superficial way. After surviving abuse and loss and tragedy, they've come to represent each other's light at the end of the tunnel.

Daryl: What do you want?

Carol: A man of honor.

Judith to Daryl [looking at Carol]: You deserve a happy ending too.

Our investment deepened as the relationship deepened, and we could anticipate where it was eventually going to lead if we kept following along, reading the subtext and analyzing the symbols (the Cherokee rose, the jasper stone, the double capper). The longer that anticipation builds, the more essential the payoff becomes.

In contrast, when we have no expectations for a pairing and they go canon "out of the blue," it's quite possible the purpose of it was shock value. Not that the audience can't still get invested, but as we say in the screenwriting world, it hasn't been earned. Instead of building up to a moment of relief and joy (Finally! I knew it!), it often requires a lot of backfilling, finding moments between the two characters that could be used to rationalize the writers' choice and create the illusion that it was always planned when it wasn't. People will either buy it or they won't.

One thing no writer can control is acting chemistry, and McReedus? They've got it. A lot of it. Any good writer would lean into that, not force them to pull back because when they do that and they're undermining the story that's already being told, the audience will feel cheated. Hence, why so many people hated Carol's line "it'll be good for us [to go our separate ways]" in the finale.

The Book of Carol is the opportunity for AMC and co. to deliver on their "promise" to Caryl fans by giving them explicit, undeniable, canon. Again, when you make them wait over a decade, that Finally! moment has to be well worth it.

[lildoodlenoodle]

Why I think Spider noir is on the younger side(18-20) in the new spiderverse movie per my previous post:

Let’s break it down by Context, Timeline, Mood, and ATSV

Context:

Spider noir has two comic runs that happen before COMICS spiderverse. With that said, there were like inter dimensional energy vampires and that’s obviously not the direction the spiderverse movies went with. So we’re going to largely disregard them for this. To expand, there was a big time jump between that last noir comic and the spiderverse ones. Peter would be closer to mid/late 20s at the start of the comics spiderverse and therefore ITSV if we were to integrate and replace the timelines, BUT I always hated the way they did that time jump in the comics and what it did to Peter’s character.

It felt like they were trying to tie him into 616 Peter wayyyy too much by making his love interest MJ(who we rlly haven’t seen and what we have seen hasn’t had good chemistry), have a good relationship with May(they rlly brushed him shooting someone in front of her and calling him an animal under the rug Huh), and going to college(I get it I do, but unlike most universes I don’t think this Peter could ever stop spiderman enough). There wasn't really any mention of Felicia, Urich, or Robby and their past. They also changed his webbing, his look, and his spider senses.

I felt like that was completely getting rid of all of Peter's characterization and he just becomes the spider with a gun from the 1930s. But the point is they clearly went in a very different artistic and narrative direction after the time jump to a point where it doesn’t feel like the same character.

Refitting the timeline:

So, scrapping the comics spiderverse timeline, I don’t really see a reason for a disjointed time jump. And after those first two comic runs it can be argued, for this Peter, that ITSV happens much sooner for him after that second run, possibly even after the first comic. Then ATSV would happen after that second run. There is an 8mo. time jump between the two runs so it is definitely feasible.

But let’s talk about mood between the runs.

We all know at least somewhat this Peter's origin, and if you don’t, to sum it up: organized crime, monsters, socialism, cannibalism.

The first run ends, Peter beats the goblin without killing him and he’s feeling pretty good about himself/confident. But he’s still got a lot of well deserved angst and self hatred. His uncle is dead, his new mentor/father figure is dead, his relationship with May is on the rocks to say the least, and there’s the whole Felicia thing. He’s still a high schooler and in that teen range, but a big ass lanky teenager who's only solid looking because of the gear he wears. I’d place him around 16-18, a case could be made for 15 but I’m going to politely disagree. ITSV could very easily be fairly soon after these events.

It’s 8 months after the first run. He becomes cocky and overconfident this whole next issue, possibly because of an interdimensionally inflated ego? Point is he feels on top of his game. Also worth mentioning, he’s ignoring MJ this whole issue to the point the audience knows basically nothing about her while he is having a very intense relationship with Felicia(which we already know how I feel about that whole mess) and who MJ is very blatantly and very badly a foil to.(I love MJ she is just not well written here).

The second run ends, his best friend/possible love interest(I said what I said), Robbie, is dead and unavenged.(I can talk a lot more about Robbie and what effect he had and will have on Peter going forward, also the disservice of his ‘death’) Felicia is disfigured and blames Peter. Peter not only blames himself for all this but the comic ends with him saying he feels powerless and a constant sense of impending doom. He really did not get a single win during this comic, man got the shit beaten out of him too. The age at the end of this comic is 17-19. After the last comic dude was messed up but still had hope, after this one we don’t see the fall out, but I can assure it was BAD. That whole ‘you don’t have to kill the bad guy thing’ is probably out the fucking window. I’m more hesitant to think ITSV happened after this run because of that. He isn’t just depressed or self loathing anymore, he isn’t just playing fast and loose with his life to get results. He does not care, he has no hope, and he doesn’t see a good future.

Pre - ATSV predictions with mild spoilers:

With the year and a couple of months time jump for ATSV it’s very plausible that the events of that last run plus possible spider task force shenanigans could happen before the movie. For more context in the comics spider noir was a recurring spider in the ‘elite strike force’. Personally, if he was invited, I could very much see him accepting, especially with his current mental state, and being very aggressive about it. Which, theoretically, could cause him to get kicked off or make a rash decision to leave bc fuck those guys. But the point is at the end of that last comic this man really doesn’t have a single win, he is in a prime state to be manipulated in.

Edit: my dumbass forgot literally the most important detail. The year 1933 is when ITSV noir comes from which matches this timeline with the comics as well.

To sum everything up, the reason why I think spider noirs age is in the 18/20 range is because it fits the above timeline, which I believe to be the most probable timeline of events that are canon by the movies while also staying consistent with at least some of the original comics. It should be further noted there is no evidence of his age throughout the ITSV movie, besides him being played by Nicholas Cage and being tall. In fact, I’d argue due to his excessive use of slang it would naturally place him in a younger category as well as the classic melodramaticness that can come with being a coping teenager. The most important thing that makes his age and at what point in his storyline he’s in up to interpretation is the fact that we see his face once and it’s heavily shadowed. If we saw his face more I’d feel better about giving him a more solid age, but till then context clues for the win. But anyways, this was long and I still have more I could get into/say and I will eventually. Feel free to ask any questions or even tell me why you disagree!

[arcadia75]

Why Janeway needs a therapist

I got a request for a follow-up to list out why Janeway also needs to see a therapist

Note: I'm treating at least Mosaic as canon. Some of the Voyager stuff might be out of order and probably forgetting stuff.

Got captured by Cardassians and had to listen to her Captain be tortured (and was possibly tortured herself)

Lost her fiancé and father in a shuttle accident, in which she could maybe have saved one of them but didn't

We have no knowledge of what she may have been thru in her career before Voyager. Wolf 359? Other battles?

Lost x% of her crew when thrown to the Delta Quadrant

Made the decision to blow up the Array that stranded the remainder of her crew 70 years from home

Effectively lost another fiancé by stranding herself 70 years from home

Had to deal with a race wanting to steal her crews organs

Had to deal with a Cardassian spy on her ship

Had to deal with integrating the Maquis crew into her Starfleet crew

First Officer got kidnapped by above Cardiassian spy

Got hyper-evolved into a salamander and had babies with her helmsman

Had to deal with Q, on multiple occasions

Saw a double of herself blow up her ship to save them, plus had to accept a duplicate Ops officer and baby onto her ship

Had to kill one being to get her Security officer and Morale officer back

Got stranded on a planet with her first officer, fell in love with him, and then got rescued where they had to go back to being just friends

Got ship taken over by hostile force and then stranded on another planet, where crew died

Had to rescue her Ops officer and Helmsman from prison

Ferengi fucked up a way home

Had to deal with time traveling back to 1996 Earth and saving the future

Single handedly fought a macrovirus to save the ship

Died. Then gaslight by an entity posing as her dead father

First Officer brainwashed by a bunch of former Borg

Had to save officers from a rouge holodeck program written by the Cardassian spy from 3 years ago

Had to make a deal with the Borg, that her First Officer kind of went back on and then fought with him

Had to rehabilitate a former Borg drone

First Officer brainwashed to fight in a alien war

Brain chemistry messed with by aliens doing experiments

Destroyed the ship in a timeline that reset

Fiancé officially broke up with her.

Aliens captured the ship and brainwashed entire crew to participate in war simulations

Switched bodies with some of her crew (was this in Vis a Vis or just fanfic?)

Had to deal with the Omega particle

Alien that they all forget was on their ship and fell in love with her First Officer

Duplicated into goo, then dies later when she doesn't realize she's a duplicate

Major depressive episode during a part of space with no stars

Gets her crew killed by deciding to try a slipstream drive

Demoted helmsman for defying orders

Had to play mind games with alien who wanted to fuck her

Had to discipline her love struck ops officer when she's not getting any herself

Drove her First Officer/Best Friend/Would be lover to the brink of madness to save the ship

More temporal mechanics shenanigans

Found another Starfleet ship and then they turned out to be killers and crazy

Holographic boyfriend malfunctions

Former alien crew member who evolved to a higher being comes back super pissed off

Willingly assimilated into a Borg

Had to help First Officer put the ship back together after it was split into 37 different timeframes

Brainwashed to work in a factory, falls in love with an alien, forced to give him up when her memory gets restored

Had to deal with future self coming back and telling her the awful things about the future

Watched First Officer/Best Friend/Would be Lover get involved with her protégé

At least a year we don't know about. Hopefully she saw a therapist

Promoted to Admiral then sends Starfleet flagship on a mission that costs the life of one of their most beloved officers

Three years we don't know about. Hopefully she at least took a couple vacations

Sends Former First Officer / Best Friend / Would be Lover on a mission where he gets lost 52 years into the future

Spends possibly 3 years looking for said First Officer / Best Friend / Would be Lover

Retires! Buys a nice house! Gardens!

Forced out of retirement cuz synthetic beings attack Mars shipyards