#same fears same problems and extra stuff that added over the years

[jehhskz]

Figure you out

"I could treat you so much better, I've known you forever, figured you out"

pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader x Felix

genre: song fic, smut, romance, and a bit of angst

wc: 19k

summary: sometimes the love of your life's right by your side; inspired by voilà - figure you out

warnings: smut so MDNI!, not a fan of warnings but this one's a little different from my previously ones, so I'll highlight some bits = little food play; fear of heights; toxic relationship; mentions of cheating; M x F x M; light restraining; slightly violence

jé's note: I wanted to read a fic about this song, so I wrote it; if you read this, please be kind, I tried some new stuff here and I hope you enjoy it! and ozzy, thank you for letting me borrow rockstar! jinnie for the festival 🎸

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“Seungmin, Seungmin, wait!” 

Seungmin heard a faint shout calling for him and he slowed down a little, looking over his shoulder to see you stopping 10 steps behind him, hands resting on your knees and panting, as if you've been running for so long.

“Look, a stray puppy!” Seungmin said playfully when he stopped his bike.

“Go away puppy, my mom told me we can't have any more dogs!” He teased you, waving you off and pretending he was going to leave.

“Seungmin!” Your clenched fists hit on both of your sides and he chuckled.

“Where's your bike?” 

“At my parents, there was some issues with the brake, so my dad will fix it to me”

“Well…” Seungmin raised his wrist and checked in his clock “If I remember correctly, your shift's about to start, so I guess you should be running instead of chit-chatting with me” 

“Or maybe you could be a gentleman and offer me a ride” You held your hands behind your back, nodding your head and swinging your body.

He stared down at you, pretending to think for a moment, then shook his head in a negative way.

“Oh c’mon, I promise to add an extra pump of cream in your coffee” You pointed up, and he shook his head “Two pumps?” One more finger up, one more denial.

“Please, Minnie. I'll give you a whole week of free coffee, please, please?” You held your hands together in a plea.

Seungmin smirked, holding his hand out for you. He helped you sit in front of him on his bike's handlebars. 

“You had me at the begging” He leaned forward, his breath in your neck giving you goosebumps when he said it teasingly.

Your little shiver didn't go unnoticed by him, but he chose not to tease you further. 

“But I still want those coffees” He added. 

“And here I was, thinking chivalry was not dead” You feigned disappointment.

He pedaled the well known path to Sissi’s, the charming café that he visited almost every morning before class since he became a business administration student in Seoul University. But Seungmin's story with you dated way back more than those 3 years, it started in your childhood, when your dad got a new job and you moved to the same neighborhood as him. 

You and Seungmin clicked instantly, time flew as you enjoyed play dates at each other houses, went to cheer for him on his baseball games and he attended all your ballet presentations, as he bought you ice cream to celebrate your first A in your math test, as you shared that awkward first kiss in his house - a moment both chose to pretend never happened, but neither could sleep that night -, when you were saying goodbye. Yeah, you were leaving, your dad got transferred again, but luckily, you'd come back, not as soon as Seungmin wished for, but he was happy when you surprised him with a visit during winter break, and even more happy when you told him you were going to be back for good.

“Here's your coffee, thank you again” You were behind the counter, handing him the cup with the warm beverage with a smile. 

“No problem, puppy” He took a sip of his coffee and a cream mustache appeared when he put his cup down.

You giggled and leaned forward, hand reaching out, he instinctively leaned back.

“Messy puppy, stand still” Your hand touched his cheek gently and your thumb brushed the cream away.

You looked so nonchalantly while doing it, while Seungmin's heart raced when he felt the pad brush so lightly against his upper lip.

He grabbed his backpack and hopped off the bend he was sitting “I should be going, I'll be late for class” 

“Minnie, wait!” You rushed from behind the counter, reaching for him at the door, you handed him a paper bag, the material was warm under his fingers.

“It's carrot cake with chocolate, be careful, just got out of the oven” He smiled and thanked you before turning into his heels. You stood there, watching him go, waving him bye as he turned the corner.

Sam-dal giggled, stopping behind you “So, are you official now?”

“Seungmin and I are just friends” You turned around, heading back to behind the counter with Sam-dal behind you.

“It doesn't seem like it to me” The older one nudged your arm playfully.

“Dal, don’t be delulu. He doesn't see me like this” You both started arranging the pieces of the cake on a plate. 

“If he didn’t, why would he kiss you?” She teased and you cringed, remembering that embarrassing night.

“We were 15, we were curious, I’m sure it meant nothing to him” Sam-dal looked at you with a smile and you continued before she could add any cheeky comment “Wanna know what he said to me, then?” 

Sam-dal nodded, leaning closer and you repeated Seungmin's words “Close your eyes, that’s creepy” 

The brunette laugh was so loud, some customers looked at you two and she apologised.

“I mean… he was right, that’s really creepy” She chuckled, now starting to organize the utensils you use to make the beverages “...but what about that date you’re going with him next month?” 

“The baseball game? It's not a date, his other friends will be there too” You picked the napkins and started folding and piling them up.

“You’re invited too, if you’d like to come”

“Thanks, but I’m not really into baseball” She smiled at a customer who walked to the counter, taking his order and handing him a mini apple pie.

“Speaking of dates… I was wondering if you could cover me tomorrow?” Sam-dal turned and looked at you with big puppy eyes when the customer headed to find a table.

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity and Sam-dal blushed slightly, telling you all about the surprise she was planning for her boyfriend, for their first year together. That was so sweet, so you obviously agreed.

— ♡ —

There was a warning about the storm on TV, but even still, you couldn’t help but jolt, startled every time you heard a thunder. The delicious aroma of coffee and baked goodies lingered in the air, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere inside those creamy walls, such a contrast from the dark and coldness outside.

As you finished cleaning the last table, you gazed out of the window and sighed, the rain started falling heavily quickly, the street was glistening, very few people passed by, running protected by their umbrellas, one caught your attention, it was a boy. 

Standing there on the opposite side, you watched as he struggled with his umbrella, he was losing the battle and you obviously couldn’t hear him, but from his demeanor, you could tell he was mad and frustrated. You left the cloth on the table and walked to the door.

“Hey, you. Come here!” You shouted, waving at him and beckoning for him to walk to you.

The blonde smiled and you stepped to the side, watching him run inside the café, leaving a trail of water behind him, he turned to you, smiling. He was so pretty, with his long blond hair and heart shaped lips, even all drenched it was still like staring at an angel.

“Thank you, I guess the wind was too strong for her” He showed you the broken umbrella in his hands, sighing.

You were surprised, first by his looks and then by his deep voice. 

He realized it and chuckled lightly “I'm Felix, and you?”

“Y/n” You replied with a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Y/n? Such a pretty name for a pretty girl” Felix said casually and you felt your cheeks burn slightly, you told him to wait and quickly disappeared behind the counter.

Felix stood there as he waited, watching you come back with some towels in hand. He thanked you as you handed them to him.

“You must be cold, so what about I make you some hot cocoa?” Your offer made his eyes spark and he accepted right away.

Later you were chatting, passing time laughing and drinking hot cocoa while you waited for the rain to stop. Watching Felix across the table, enjoying his hot beverage, definitely was a great distraction from the crazy storm outside. 

“You work at MGV Technology?” Your eyes widened and you placed your mug down, making Felix chuckle, nodding. MGV was a super popular tech company in the country.

“Ohh, I've always wanted to work there. I've heard being an intern there's great” Your eyes sparked, ever since you started studying IT, you had a dream, and that dream was to be an intern at MGV.

“Yeah, it is” Felix was enjoying your enthusiasm.

“You’re so lucky for doing your internship there, how long until you become a junior?” Your phone buzzed and you looked down, missing Felix's surprise at your question.

Seungmin: are you still at Sissi’s? I'm going to pick you up

You: don’t need to worry, I've got a ride, talk to you later, I'm about to leave now ☺️

“Mhmm, not too long” Felix smiled sheepishly, he watched you stand up and go wash the mugs, yapping about your impressions of how good it must be to work at MGV, he knew he needed to change the chat direction, so he pointed at your phone. 

“Was your boyfriend?” 

You walked back to him and picked your phone, putting it in your backpocket and shaking your head “Oh no, I don’t have a boyfriend” 

“I assume no plans for saturday night, either?” He leaned a little closer, smirking at you.

“Mhmm, it will be a pretty busy day, why?” You side glanced at him. It wouldn’t, but he didn’t need to know that your day would consist of rooting on your couch watching dramas all day.

“I know you'll be busy… but maybe you could add dinner with me to your agenda?” He leaned against the wall, watching you close the café.

You looked up, pretending to think before answering “Yeah, I think it can be arranged”

“So what about I come pick you up at 8?” 

“Sounds great” You smiled, mirroring his action and leaning against the wall. Felix handed you his phone for you to add your number.

Minutes later the uber he requested arrived and the blonde opened the door for you, sliding beside you right after.

—♡—

You looked down, smoothing down your dress for the third time, the black piece suddenly looking too simple for such a place. Felix noticed your insecurity and leaned closer.

“You're looking beautiful” He whispered, his hand resting on your lower back as you walked to your table.

How much does an intern make? Was all you could think about. 

He got you a table with a beautiful view of Han River, you were mesmerized as you took in the sight of it all. It was a very intimate restaurant, with a pianist playing slow music in the center of the salon, the lights were dim, the food was divine and when you looked at the man sitting across from you, wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

It was a great night, talking about your lives and interests. Felix told you about his childhood in Australia and his move to Korea due to his dad's work, and if you weren’t too lightheaded from the wine, you'd realize his moving happened at the same year the company was created. 

Your eyes sparkled as you saw the dessert options, ready to ask for the lava cake, when Felix raised his hand up, motioning for the waiter to come and ordering the panna cotta for you to share instead.  

“You should have told me that we were going to that restaurant, I'd dress more properly” You complained, pouting and Felix chuckled.

“I bet you'd look beautiful even if you wear a sack of potatoes” Felix hands snaked around your waist.

“Bet you're saying that just to seduce me” You teased, your own hands making their way to rest on his shoulders.

“And is it working?” He whispered, and in that moment you couldn’t tell if you were dizzy from the alcohol or from the way he was looking at you.

Felix smiled as he watched you close your eyes, humming and nodding. He didn’t make you wait, pressing his soft lips against your own, pulling you flush against his body as his tongue licked the contour of your bottom lip before finally deepening the kiss. 

You felt even more dizzy, intoxicated by the taste of wine and berries, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight, you moaned against his lips. 

Your little moan made him twitch inside his pants, but he held himself back, for now, painfully detaching from you and watching you close the gate before leaving.

After going to bed, your phone buzzed, you grabbed the device, smirking, thinking he was missing you already.

Seungmin: *sent you a video* silly puppy, you're missing out 

Seungmin: hopefully this will make you feel better, don’t forget to take your vitamins, i don’t want you to spread your germs to me

You smiled at the screen, it was a video from a performance of 3RACHA, your and Seungmin's favorite group. 

You: it did, thank you puppy 💕

Seungmin texted you earlier that he won tickets for their show, but you already had plans with the cute guy from the café, a topic you didn't want to share with Seungmin yet, so instead you lied you got a cold and couldn’t go out. 

— ♡ —

“Seung, what's a tag out?” You casually asked while following him to your seats.

Seungmin turned to face you, raising an eyebrow “You're joking, right?” 

You met his friends at the bleachers, watching the game of his favorite team and not being the biggest fan of the sport, the fun for you was in watching Seungmin's passionate reactions. He looked so cute celebrating, even more cute when a player missed a point. 

“Just wait in here, I'll be right back” Seungmin tapped your shoulder and you nodded, watching him leave for the bathroom's area.

You were waiting in line to greet the players, the first ones would win a signed ball and a picture with them. You were absentmindedly looking around when something, better saying someone caught your attention in the VIP section.

Felix was laughing with two older men, too caught in the chat, it took him a moment to look away and see you, but you weren’t looking at him anymore, the line was walking faster and you were looking if Seungmin was coming back. He smiled and turned back to the men, chatting a little more before politely excusing himself and then disappearing.

You looked back and he wasn't there anymore. You sighed.

“Y/n?” Felix appeared behind you and your little jolt made him chuckle.

Felix was hugging you when Seungmin saw you two, he felt something twist inside him, not just because there was another man hugging you, but because he recognized that blonde head right away. He couldn’t help but find it weird how close you seemed to be with Felix, as he got closer to where you and the boy were standing. 

“Seung, just in time!” You exclaimed excitedly beckoning for him to approach you “It's almost our turn!” 

Felix kept his hand on your shoulder as you introduced them “Seung, this is…”

“Felix” Seungmin didn’t look much friendly as he stared at the boy standing in front of him. 

“Hey Seungmin, what's up?” Felix on the other hand, was all smiles at him.

“You know each other already?” You were surprised, looking from one to another. 

“Yeah, Seungmin's our best intern” Felix grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. 

Then it clicked, Seungmin was an intern at DT9, a sub company from MGV, you remembered, but the word ‘our’ caught your attention. You turned to Felix, the question on the tip of your tongue, when you and the boys got called to greet the players.

While greeting them, the coach appeared, tapping Felix's back like he was meeting an old friend.

“This is Lee Felix, CEO of MGV” The coach playfully introduced him to a player.

“No, not CEO” He corrected the man, chuckling lightly. 

“Just a matter of time son” Another man tapped his shoulder.

You noticed Seungmin's eyes roll when he came by your side, after getting his autograph. 

“It's getting late, let’s go” He tugged at your sleeve, and you nodded.

“Hey, don't leave already, come dinner with us” Felix smiled at your group. 

“Oh Minnie, dinner with the players, let’s go” Your eyes sparked, shaking his arm.

Seungmin didn’t say a word the whole ride to the restaurant, which was weird, because he would always be happily commenting on his favorite moments of the play. At the restaurant, it seemed like he was talking to everyone but you.

And while being distracted by Felix that would occasionally rub your back and give sweet kisses on your cheek, you didn't notice the side annoyed glances of Seungmin towards you two.

— ♡ —

“Darling, you should have told me you’d come for the game. I could get you and your friends VIP entrances then” Felix held you by your waist, standing behind you and pulling you to him after you locked the door.

“That's so awkward, I can't believe I thought you were an intern” You truly were embarrassed for being so clueless.

Felix chuckled, pushing your hair to the side, he leaned down and started brushing his lips on your neck, making you shiver.

“You are used to eating at 5 star Michelin restaurants, and I invited you to go eat street food, oh my God” You whined and he chuckled more, finding your embarrassment very endearing.

“Hey, that dakkochi was delicious” Felix hands slid down and under your shirt, his fingers traced your warm skin, his lips still brushing on your neck, husky whispering. 

“You should have told me…” Your breath hitched when you murmured, feeling him give you small kitten licks now.

Felix turned you to face him and gave you a peck, murmuring against your lips “I'm sorry, darling” 

“You made me look like a fool…” You pouted and he kissed you again, giving your pout a little nibble.

“You didn't look like a fool, darling, it was cute” His fingers traced circles on your waist “Means you liked me, for me, and not for my money” 

“Of course it was for you” You sighed.

“And it's still me, darling. Nothing changed” He decided to shut down your worries, letting his hands slid down to your hips, gripping tighter and pulling you flush against him, earning a little moan from you.

One by one your clothes were being tossed around your bedroom's floor, Felix wasting no time to lay you down and pin you to the mattress, hovering over you. His eyes scammed over your figure one more time, before his lips attacked your neck again, his hands roaming up and down your sides, finding their way to your breasts, as if he was mapping you, learning the sensitive places he could coax more moans and shivers from you. 

His lips trailed kisses down to your collarbone, his thumbs teasing your nipples before he leaned down, circling one with his tongue, before starting sucking, closing his eyes and humming against your soft flesh. Your fingers entangled on his hair, gently tugging at the golden strands, moaning and arching your body against his.

His hard on twitched under his boxers, rubbing slightly against your thigh, instinctively. He kept teasing your other breast with his hand, while the free one slid down, fingertips grazing over your stomach, making you squirm from the tickles until it reached the damp on your panties, pressing his index finger there, rubbing up and down, your hips bucking up seeking for more. 

“Lix…” You whined, he sucked harder on your nipple one last time, before letting it go and going up to kiss you, fully palming you through the lace and hopping harder against your hand that had slid down and was feeling him up too. But that wasn't enough anymore. He reluctantly pulled back from you, to get rid of you both underwear and pick the condom.

You gripped him tight as he entered you, pushing in slowly, hissing, until he bottomed out. Felix kissed you, swallowing your moans as he started moving, slowly at first, angling his hips until he found that sweet spot that would make your sound higher. 

He picked up the pace quickly, his hand slid down your thigh, lifting it up to let him reach deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his groans in your ear, so delicious after you'd dig your nails on his back. 

“Fuck, y/n!” He groaned, when your walls started fluttering around his cock, gripping him like a vice.

Felix angled his hips again, his hands on each side of your body, pressing more of his body against yours, giving it friction to your clit as he kept pounding hard against you. 

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna… I’m gonna…” You cried out, Felix noticed your shaky legs and his hand reached for your clit, finger sliding so easily, rubbing circles against it.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go” His hoarse voice breathless whispered in your ear, his fingers working fast and his teeth then sinking on your neck, making you scream and fall apart under him, your walls fluttering walls making Felix cum too, sloppIly thrusting inside you a few more times, before he collapsed on top of you.

— ♡ —

Seungmin was caught by surprise when he left his house that morning, not expecting you to be the person rolling down the window of the passenger's seat of the fancy car parked in front of his house.

You honked, chuckling at his surprise expression, watching him walk to you.

“Hey puppy, want to go for a ride?” 

“I thought you couldn’t drive. Where's your bike?” 

“Oh, it's fixed, but still at my parents house. Felix thought it would be better if I drive instead of biking, it's been raining a lot lately” 

Seungmin scoffed. Felix, of course. 

“Isn't he cute?” Your hand ran through the system display “I think I'll call it PuppyM” 

“Don't” Seungmin scoffed again, but you didn't pay attention, admiring the details inside.

“Now… get in, we don’t want you to be late for uni” Your red nails patted the seat, there was a paper bag there too.

“No”

“Oh, come on!” You pouted.

Seungmin shook his head, he was opening his mouth to refuse again, when a thunder startled you both. You smirked at him and picked the little bag.

“Come on, puppy. Hurry up” You said cutely and Seungmin obliged after hearing another thunder, you clapped, happily and gently put the paper bag on his lap.

Seungmin's curious hands pulled each side of the paper, peeking inside and seeing the cinnamon roll delicately wrapped around a baking paper. 

“Thanks…” He smiled slightly, picking the sweet and taking a bite. It was delicious, freshly baked.

You smiled, happy he enjoyed the treat. Then, you turned the radio up and pushed the pedal. 

“Rock station?” Seungmin was surprised, he was expecting Britney and definitely not AC/DC. 

“Yeah, a little change's nice sometimes. Don't you agree?” 

Seungmin just hummed, chewing.

“...but we still can listen to Britney, if you'd like” You winked at him, teasingly.

“Oh God, no!” Seungmin’s reaction made you chuckle. 

“Felix will take me to this music festival, he said I should learn some songs…” You said after some time. He just hummed again, at least it was better than Britney.

“You should come with us” 

“No, thanks”

“Oh please. We aren’t teenagers anymore, it's not like you'll be third wheeling or anything” 

“You can also invite your friends too, maybe a girl you've got a crush on?” You side glanced at him, Seungmin was shaking his head again. 

“Please Minnie… I miss spending some time with you” 

“I don’t think you'd be able to spend time with me, if you’re with him” Seungmin looked away, the rain still heavy outside.

Before Felix, you had only two boyfriends. It didn’t last long and both ended for the same reason: complainings that you didn't care about them, only Seungmin - you wouldn't say this was fully accurate, although yes, maybe you did care a little more about Seungmin, yes you may had prioritized being with him over being with them in some occasions, but that was just you being a good friend and nothing more.

He needed you and you were there for him, just like he’d always be there for you too.

This time through, to avoid being pushed off the same cliff, you decided to act differently, focusing more on the blonde, listening to him, learning about his likes, being what he liked. 

You just didn't think you’d miss Seungmin so much. 

“Text me when you're done? I'll come pick you up, let’s spend the day together, like before” You smiled at him and he didn’t even try to refuse it, nodding slightly and smiling before he left the car, running to not get drenched on his way inside the university.

Seungmin definitely was missing you too. And much more than he would like to admit.

— ♡ —

“Live together?” Seungmin's eyes widened, letting the spoon slide from his fingers and clank against the porcelain plate with the lava cake you were sharing.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, finding his almost cartoon expression adorable. 

“Y/n, are you insane? You barely know him” 

“Minnie, he has been my boyfriend for almost 6 months now. He isn't a stranger” You took a bite of your lava cake before continuing “Plus, it's just for a while, until they fix the roof problem in my place. All this rain getting in, soon enough I’ll be swimming to go through the rooms” 

But Seungmin didn’t laugh at your silly comment, the word boyfriend annoying him. He knew Felix, that boy had a certain reputation, he learned after hearing whispers and cries through the halls.

It was all the same, fancy dates to places Seungmin couldn’t even pronounce, expensive gifts, a romantic getaway if you’re lucky enough… All straight out of a fairytale movie.

Until he would get bored and then go for his new plaything…

Two months, three maybe… but only if you’re lucky again. 

But now? 6 months, and then he got you a car - he had never gone this far before with any of them -, and he wants to bring you to live with him? 

Something wasn't right, he could sense it.

Starting with how you had been looking and acting differently lately, your jeans turned into skirts, sneakers into heels. Hell, even your hair was styled differently too, like you were a little doll being manipulated by Felix's hands. 

He ate another bite, looking back at you, smiling as you savored the cake, with your eyes closed, your eyes sparked so bright when he suggested you split one, it was funny, like you weren't getting any at those fancy dinners with your snob boyfriend.

“But damn, a penthouse? Doesn't he know you're afraid of heights?” Seungmin teased you, throwing a napkin ball at you.

“It's not… that bad” You shrugged and he laughed.

“You fell on your butt and almost threw up after going on the kids elevator” 

“There’s no way that thing was made for kids” You scoffed and Seungmin laughed even louder.

“Seriously… Stay with me” Seungmin suddenly put his hand on top of yours. 

Such a small and simple gesture, so casual, nothing “new”. He had touched your hand so many times before.

So why did your heart randomly jump like that? 

Seungmin gently squeezed your hand, another jump, but you didn't pull your hand back, letting his rest on top of yours.

“Oh Minnie, I appreciate it, but I can’t. I don’t want to bother you and the boys” 

“It's okay, puppy. The boys will be fine, they won’t be bothered by you” 

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” 

“In my room” He shrugged.

“Oh, and you don’t think Chan or Jeongin will be bothered by sharing their room with you?” 

“Ugh, who said am I going to their room? Chan has a girlfriend, that would be creepy and Jeongin snores, I’m staying in mine” He rolled his eyes, waving his hand at your absurd question.

“So we would sleep together?” You asked and Seungmin nodded.

“I don’t know why you seem so surprised, it's not like we never did it before” His words made your eyes widen.

“Yeah, but we were kids at slumber parties!”

“Bring those cute bunnies pajamas and we can pretend we are at one again” Seungmin smirked and you looked at him with surprise, remembering the pajamas you used to wear, your favorite, a cute baby blue pair with white bunnies all over. 

You didn't think he would still remember it. Apparently he noticed something too, because his cheeks suddenly turned into a rosy shade.

“You remember it” You said softly, a little smile appearing on your lips.

“Of course I do, you wore it all the time like you were a cartoon character” He said nonchalantly.

“If I remember correctly, it wasn't me who wore a superman fantasy and made everyone call me Clark Kent for a whole month when I was a child” Your remark made Seungmin’s face become as red as a tomato and you chuckled. 

“Alright, alright. You got me there” He shook his head, embarrassed by the memories you unlocked. He looked so cute, flustering like that.

“Anyway, I don’t think Felix would be okay with it” You pondered.

“Who said he gotta know?” Seungmin teased and then he saw you shake your head in disbelief.

“Oh, come on puppy, didn't he hide the fact that he's the son of MGV's CEO from you?” He continued “Who knows what else he could be hiding too” 

“What do you mean?” You looked at him with concern. 

Great, the seed of doubt was planted. Seungmin struggled to hold back his smirk, he leaned back against his seat. He knew it, if he told you the truth right away, chances were high you wouldn't believe him, plus, even Seungmin was confused by Felix’s feelings for you, so he needed more time.

“Relax, puppy. I'm just teasing you” He offered you a smile “Think about my offer and answer me later, okay?” His gaze drifted away to the games machine area.

“Now come on, let’s see if you’re still bad at Donkey Kong” Seungmin stood up, holding his hand out for you.

Much to Seungmin’s disappointment, your skills upgraded and you won the game, so he was forced to buy you cotton candy and take pictures with you in the photo booth. 

“Stop frowning, it will look like you weren’t happy to be here with me” You chuckled putting a dog’s ears tiara on Seungmin, he tried to dodge you, but it was useless and then you were matching. “Cute puppy!” 

Seungmin groaned and you giggled “A puppy indeed” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but turned with you to face the camera and laughed when you poked his side, just in time for the picture to be snapped. 

“This is silly” He scoffed, looking at you two on the screen, there was different colorful lights creating geometric patterns around you.

“No it’s not, it’s cute” You clicked a few buttons and suddenly the lights turned into pink hearts, the lights inside the booth got dim and you chewed your lower lip, murmuring a little opss, trying to fix it. 

“Wrong button, sorry” Being distracted by the buttons, you didn’t notice the picture that got clicked of Seungmin staring at you. Hearts could be noticed and wasn’t just from the effects.

“Here, that’s better” You finally got the right effect on, there were blue stars floating around now. You smiled sheepishly and he nodded.  

Neither of you wanted that day to end, so you stayed there until it was time to close. Luckily Felix was away on one of his work trips, which meant your phone didn’t buzz once the whole time.

After you drove him back home, you rolled the windows down, shouting for him when he was almost reaching the door.

“Minnie, thanks for today!” 

“Anytime!” He replied with a smile, waving at you.

— ♡ —

Your grip on Felix's arm got tighter as you watched the buttons lightning up one by one, indicating you were going up. You tugged on the collar of your top and Felix looked at you, smirking, he noticed you were bothered, but opted to not say anything, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on the top of your head instead. 

He took your hand on his and guided you into his apartment, which was located in the penthouse of the building. 

Curious eyes scanned everywhere, beautiful paintings of nature hanging on the white walls, some pretty vases, marble everywhere. Your eyes sparked when you saw the TV - so big it felt like you were in a cinema -, then your gaze went to the huge dark blue couch in the middle of the living room and behind it the glass windows from ceiling to floor that took your breath away…

Quite literally…

“So, what do you think?” Felix’s voice behind you made you jolt in startled, you nodded slightly in approval.

“It's… really pretty” You murmured, still gazing outside. Felix hummed and stood by your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder, he smiled.

“C'mon, I wanna show you the view” He guided you to the balcony door. Your feet dragged on the marble floor following him closely. 

“Darling, you're shivering” Felix squeezed your arm gently and you leaned more against him. He noticed you were avoiding looking at the railing, fully made of glass, it had the perfect view of the hills and the dark green trees so full and beautiful under the night sky. 

“Oh darling, you're afraid” He gently pushed you to sit on the lounge chair and sat by your side. It wasn't a question, but you nodded anyway, feeling embarrassed and Felix caressed your cheek with his fingertips, smiling at you.

“Shh, that’s okay” He kept caressing your face, until he felt you relax a bit and lean on your back. His hand slid down your jaw, feather-like fingers tracing your neck and your collarbone until it reached your cleavage, letting his palm rest there, feeling your heartbeat. 

Felix's lips turned up when he felt how fast it was beating, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the height or the little squeeze he gave on your boob, he gave another squeeze, a little harder and smirked, seeing the way you looked at him, he concluded that maybe it was a little bit of both.

“I've got something for you from my trip, can you stay here while I go get it?” He asked softly, still squeezing and caressing, you nodded.

“Good. I'll be right back” He leaned in and gave you a quick peck before standing up and walking back inside. Still sitting, you looked up, shivering as you admired the stars in the sky.

You felt relief when he came back, holding a creamy box in his hands, your heart skipped a beat when you saw the LV's imprinted on the red silk on top. Felix placed the box on your hands and smiled watching you excitedly unwrap. 

“Lixie… it's so pretty” You raised the silk scarf, admiring the delicate red fabric on your hands. 

“I'm glad you liked it” He smiled.

“Liked? I love it” You kept touching it, relishing the softness sliding in your palms, you couldn’t help but hold it against your face, smiling and nuzzling on it like a cat. Felix’s eyes sparked as he watched, an idea crossing his mind.

He leaned forward, kissing you, he could tell you were still tense. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered.

“Darling, can I try something?” He picked the scarf from your hand.

“What?” You still had your eyes closed when you asked, whispering back. A shiver ran down your body and this time it wasn't from your fear of height.

He gave you another kiss, before whispering again.

“Do you trust me?” You looked at him, staring into his gorgeous chocolate eyes for a moment before nodding, he smirked and you shivered again. 

“Good” Felix started folding the scarf in his hands “If you change your mind, just tell me and we stop right away, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, motioning a circle with his finger.

“Turn around” His voice was low and you obliged right away. Felix smirked and moved closer to you.

“Close your eyes” His breath sent shivers through your body, when he whispered in your ear.

He gave a kiss on that spot under your ear before pulling away from you, and then you felt the scarf being put in front of your eyes, Felix gently tying it behind your hair.

“Is it too tight?” He whispered in your ear again and you shook your head, shivering once more.

“Good” Another kiss, this time a little lower. 

The quote out of sight, out of mind wasn't completely accurate, you realized, still feeling very aware of where you were, the night breeze felt more intense, giving you goosebumps and when Felix got up and walked away without any warning, you felt compelled to pull the scarf off. 

But surprisingly, you didn't. There was something… alluring about it, fear and excitement entangling together, time passing differently for you, intently trying to hear anything that would give away what he was up to.

“No peeking!” You heard his soft footsteps first, and then his chuckle, when your hands were just about to push the fabric up. They fell on your lap right away.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, and the comment made you clench.

You felt the subtle shift when he sat down beside you, his breathing against your skin and then his soft plump lips against yours. The kiss started slowly, licking on your bottom lip before sucking on it, you hummed, giving space for his tongue to dive in and tangle on yours.

His lips tasted sweet like strawberry, and when he pulled away, bringing something cold and soft to rub slightly against your lips, you noticed that's what he was up to when he was gone.

“Open your mouth, darling” He whispered, the juice of the fruit smearing over your now parted lips. Felix felt his cock twitch when he pushed the red fruit in your mouth, watching intently as you hummed, chewing. 

He kissed you again, this time licking down to your chin, where some strawberry juice slid. His tongue trailed down to your neck and he fed you another one and while he sucked on a mark on your sensitive skin, his hand roamed down, fingertips tracing your collarbones and down to your breasts, teasing your nipple through the fabric of your top.

You moaned quietly, leaning against his hand and he smirked against the lilac shape appearing where he sucked, latching his lips a little under, tongue working on another hickey and hand squeezing your breast, followed by his other hand, who grabbed the other. Felix’s hands slid until they reach the hem of your top, slowly pulling the fabric up until it was off and tossed on the floor, he licked his lips, picking another strawberry and biting half of it, using the other to caress you, starting by your lips, he twitched again, his cock starting to feel uncomfortably restrained inside his pants, his eyes trained on the thin trail of juice the fruit was leaving on your skin. 

“Lixie…” You sighed, hand reaching out and finding his hair, your fingers entangled into the strands, slightly tugging as he licked his way down the glistening trail until his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting, coaxing more moans from you. Your thighs squeezed against together, he noticed, placing his hand on one and squeezing the flesh. 

He rubbed the strawberry on your other nipple, and when he left the one he was sucking with a pop, you thought he would suck on that, but instead he blew on the sensitive bud he had his mouth just now and resumed lapping on it. Your little moans and shivers were music to him, he finally moved to the other one, he was taking his time, sucking and licking, letting his hand roam over your thigh, reaching the lace of your panties, he let his fingers slide inside, touching you briefly and making your back arch, your shivers weren’t because of your fear of heights anymore.

“Lixie!” You whined when he withdrew his hand and he chuckled. 

He sat up straight, eyes trained in your figure, taking in every detail. He got rid of his own shirt and it landed beside yours on the floor, hovering over you, his hands on your shoulders pushing you.

“Lay down for me” His voice sounded deeper, and you sighed when your back hit the chair, he kissed you again, hands going to your skirt.

“You look so pretty like this” He murmured against your skin, the skirt was gone, pink lace damped and full on display for his hungry eyes. 

He reached out, grabbing another strawberry, and with his other hand, he pulled the lace to the side, the glistening of your arousal made him smirk. 

You gasped, Felix was dragging the fruit on your folds, pressing it in between gently, coating the fruit, your hands went to the scarf, ready to pull it off, but he noticed it, of course he did.

“Don't!” He groaned and you whined.

“Y/n” His tone was firm and you obeyed, letting your hands fall to your sides.

“Good girl, now just feel it as I take care of you” He smirked, blowing air against your wet pussy, making you squirm.

He bit down the coated strawberry, humming as he savored, you waited to feel his lips down on you, but he went back up.

“Open your mouth” He fed you the other bite and while you chewed, he stood up and got rid of his clothes, he looked down at his hard cock slapping against his lower abs, the pink tip glistening with precum.

“Again” He said, approaching you and entangling his fingers on your hair “Tongue out” 

You shivered in expectation, and he tapped the tip against your tongue, you moaned, starting to lick it before wrapping your lips around it. Felix's grip on your hair got tighter and he pulled your head, making you take more of him.

He moaned, you looked so pretty, so delicate and submissive to him, it was very endearing, he thought, pushing more inside the warmth of your mouth, until your nose was almost touching his hip bone.  

“Damn, you look so pretty like this…” He said under his breath, using all his self control to not pick up speed and face fuck you right there, his moves were slow, but still enough to make you gag when his tip would hit the back of your throat. 

You whined when he withdrew his cock and Felix chuckled “Very greedy, uh” He leaned down, giving you a kiss, before whispering “I'll give you more later, now it's my turn”

Felix lowered down on his knees and spread your legs with his hands on your thighs, exposing your glistening, he licked his lips before diving right in, wasting no time, he started lapping on your pussy, his fingers parting your folds and lips latching on your clit, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves, making you squirm and try to close your thighs that he quickly held down, keeping you open.

“Lixie…” Your little whimpers were like music to him, and Felix knew what you wanted. He grabbed your wrists and put both your hands on his hair, your tug was instantly just like his moan.

His tongue kept flicking over your clit and teasing your entrance. You felt his fingers against your lips, pushing in, until they were being licked all over, he twitched again, using his free hand to stroke his cock a few times, while he withdrew his fingers and pushed them inside you, one and then a second, pumping in and out fast, he had to let go of his length to hold you still.

He suddenly stopped his hand and you groaned in protest.

“Shh, I've got you, darling” He soothed you, giving you a kiss before he stood up.

Felix quickly picked the condom, rolling it down before laying by your side and adjusting you. One of his arms slid under your body and his other hand lifted your leg. 

He positioned himself against your entrance and pushed in, both of you moaning when he started moving.

“Fuck, you're so tight” He groaned in your ear, his hand gripping on your hip, guiding you against him. 

His tongue darted out, licking and nibbling on your neck, while his thrusts started picking up pace, your moans getting louder and your nails digged on his arm, he hissed against your skin.

Felix was going fast, he slid his hand down your thigh, groping the flesh so hard, you knew there would be a mark later. His hand came up to your waist, then to your breast, groping it too, while your walls kept clenching around him.

He kept thrusting hard into you while his hand explored your body, until it suddenly reached the tie he made on the scarf and he pulled it off. You gasped when you felt the fabric loosening up and sliding off, blinking a few times.

“Li… Lixie…” Your voice was shaky and your hand grabbed on his arm. Felix leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“Ride me…” His words made you clench hard around him “I wanna see your face when you come undone on my cock”

When you realized, Felix was already laying down on the chair and positioning you on top of him. You gazed away for a moment and he noticed the way you trembled and not because of him.

He grabbed your chin, gently but firmly making you look at him.

“Focus on me, darling” You nodded slightly, looking at him.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, bringing his hands to your hips and pulling you down on him, making you gasp and almost collapse into him.

He chuckled, holding you tight and guiding your moves, your hands came to rest on his chest and your gaze kept locked on him and his dark eyes admiring you and your body bouncing on top of him.

Being real, it didn’t take long for you to forget about your surroundings, focusing solely on him and the pleasure you were feeling.

“Yeah, keep going. Just like that… fuck” You kept on bouncing on him, and his gaze traveled down to where your bodies connected, he bit his lower lip, his hips bucking up.

“You feel so good, y/n” He noticed your body clenching more, and how desperate you started grinding on him, you were close.

His hands gripped tight into your hips, helping you as he watched you reach your high, crying out his name. Felix kept bouncing your still shaking body on top of him, his own release coming too, and he held you against him, when your spent body collapsed on him.

“You're amazing, y/n” He murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

A little later, already cleaned up, dressed and just for your luck, away from the balcony, Felix was feeding you more strawberries. 

“It wasn't that bad, uh?” He teased you, caressing your hair.

“A little” You grimaced and Felix laughed, ticklishing your side.

“A little, uh? Guess I'll need to take you on the balcony again then”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t complain” You shook your head, giggling.

“Good to know” He grinned, pulling you to him and capturing your lips.

— ♡ —

Seungmin frowned while checking the data for the finances report he was working on. The counts weren’t adding up, he kept clicking and looking for the missing info when the phone rang.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Seungmin!” He was surprised when he heard the deep voice on the other side.

“Felix?” 

“Come to my office, I've gotta talk to you” 

“I can't now, I'm very busy with…” 

“Perfect. See you in 10 minutes” 

Seungmin groaned, not only Felix interrupted him and hung up, he obviously didn't hear a word the younger said.

It was so annoying, Felix probably was screwing up reports again. He did it a lot, but nobody ever dared to say a thing because of his status, so Felix would delete important stuff and people would be forced to work all over again to fix his messes and not earn a single extra penny for it. Damn, that nepo baby.

Two knocks and Seungmin walked in, Felix was sitting on his chair, chuckling, staring at the woman leaning against his desk in front of him. She looked over her shoulder, smirking when she saw him.

“Isabella, this is the boy I was talking about. Seungmin, meet Isabella, our new intern” Felix smiled, introducing the two.

Seungmin smiled, greeting her. She was pretty, he thought, holding back a laugh, if you were here, you'd say she was all fake like a Bratz Doll.

“Ciao, Seungmin” The blonde said in a soft, almost flirting tone. 

“She just came from Italy, and will spend the semester with us” Felix grinned and then turned to her “Could you excuse us? I need to talk with Seungmin now”

“Sure” She stood up and when she was about to leave, Felix called her again.

“Wait just a bit, he will be yours soon” His words made the girl smile. They watched her leave and then, Seungmin gazed at Felix, beckoning at the door with a curious expression.

“What was that?” 

“You'll be working together on the company's new project. You’ll be the leader” 

“The leader?” Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise. He worked on many projects before, but being in this role would be a first.

“Yeah, and that's not even the best part” Felix grinned, leaning forward “Tomorrow, you'll be starting your new position too” 

Seungmin smiled, he even forgot his dislike for the blonde in that moment, accepting Felix’s hug when the older stood up and went to congratulate him. 

Isabella was chatting with Felix’s assistant when Seungmin left the boy's office. She approached him, smiling.

— ♡ —

Seungmin had been busy. 

You knew about it, his new role and the project he was leading… the only thing you didn't was about a certain blonde who seemed to be out and about with him all the time lately. 

“Hi Seungmin, or should I say ciao ragazzo?” Sam-dal teased the boy when he stopped in front of the counter.

You side glanced both, stopping adding the cream on top of the cupcakes. 

“Ciao? What do you mean?” You asked Sam-dal, but your gaze was on him, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Jae-won told me our beloved puppy and his mate went to his restaurant…” Sam-dal giggled, spilling the tea. Seungmin's cheeks turned rosy and he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding looking at you.

“That's why you couldn’t go out with me…” Your murmur was barely audible, gripping on the cream bag in your hand.

“It's not like that, we aren’t… dating” Seungmin said sheepishly. He wasn't dating her, that was true, but yeah she stole a kiss, okay maybe more than just one.

Okay maybe he gave her some kisses too, during their late nights work in the office. 

But at the end of the day? 

It meant nothing to him, as he would still look at the picture of the two of you, inside that photobooth cabin during your arcade date. Your smile was so warm and bright, so different from the way you looked when you posed with Felix, but it wasn't like that mattered, anyway, because you made your choice and there was not much left for Seungmin than to make his own too. 

“Are you sure? He said you two seemed very cozy with each other” Sam-dal teased “Hmm, maybe she could teach us some words, I always wanted to learn italian. It would be so fun, don’t you think, y/n?” Sam-dal turned to you, two seconds after your tight grip on the cream bag became too strong to the delicate plastic, that ripped the end and ruined the cupcake you were working on and got the counter dirty.

“Y/n!” Sam-dal grabbed the closest cloth and helped you clean the mess you made. 

“Oh shit…” You murmured under your breath, looking at the ruined treat “I told Tae-hee the quality of this was awful” 

Seungmin watched it all in silence, a little smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. After all this time going there and watching you work, he never witnessed such a thing, how ironic it was that it happened now? 

Whatever happened to Seungmin's love life was none of your business.

That was the mantra you kept repeating ever since you saw him making out with a random girl at a party. Time passed and more random's passed on his hands too, but luckily, none of them stayed.

That italian probably wasn't any better than the others. All those bitches, it was insane to you how he couldn’t find a nice girl.

You were too distracted cleaning your mess to notice Sam-dal's look. Oh, she would tease you to no end when he would leave the café. 

But it didn't matter either, you should stop thinking about it. It’s none of your business, and focus on your hot and blonde boyfriend, who texted you earlier saying he was missing you while being busy on his business trip to Australia.

Yeah, Felix was in Australia, but he wasn't exactly busy with work.

He was on another blind date his father arranged for him, taking the opportunity since he would indeed visit the australian company.

It was time to get married, settle down and start a family, his father told him. He was about to assume a big role, people would see him as a reference, someone they could trust with the future of the company. 

Felix wasn't keen with that idea, he didn’t want the party to end, but his father made his wish clear. Then, there was you, so delicate and sweet, interested in his heart before his wallet, he loved how you only got startled by his beauty, by him and not by how many digits he had on his bank account.

But you weren’t ready, like a diamond, you had to be polished, starting with your clothes, then your hair and makeup, and soon your demeanor. He would make sure you'd be the perfect future Mrs Lee, and maybe, he would settle down or he would need to learn new ways to be sneaky. 

His date was cute, he thought. He wouldn’t marry her, but it wouldn’t stop him from letting her have a little taste of what it would be like, if she was down.

— ♡ —

Saturday night, you were finishing the little braids on your hair when Felix came out of your bathroom. You smiled at his figure reflecting in the mirror, he looked so pretty, in an all black outfit, leather pants matching the leather jacket and his neck adorned with silver necklaces. 

“Want to style my hair?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“Of course I do!” You jumped out of your seat, gently pushing him to take your place, making him chuckle. 

Felix grinned, closing his eyes and purring while you separated sections of his hair, gently brushing before making tiny braids on the front, matching yours. You stared at him through the mirror, fighting the urge to tug on his hair and pound on him right there.

You couldn’t attack him now, but it didn't prevent you from tugging his hair when you held it in a ponytail, tilting his head back and surprising him with a kiss that he quickly reciprocated. 

You pulled away and giggled when you saw his lips all smeared with your lipstick.

“In the y/nnie's salon you got the full package, hair and makeup”

“I'm afraid red isn't my color, tho” He said after checking himself.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” You cleared the lipstick off him with your thumb and he chuckled.

You put his hair on a ponytail, leaving some loose strands falling on each side of his face. 

“Can I put eyeliner on you?” You asked when you sat on his lap.

“Is it gonna hurt?” He glanced at you suspiciously.

“No if you stay quiet” You grabbed the eyeliner, waving for him to look up and he obliged, letting you do your thing.

“Alright, that's it” You put the eyeliner down and your heart skipped a beat when you stared at him “Perfect!” 

He smirked, gently pushing you off from his lap. His eyes raked down your figure, you looked good, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt tied at the hem, a black short skirt and black boots. Felix helped you with your necklaces and you were ready to go. 

Seungmin and some of your friends were already there when you arrived, the place was bigger than you imagined, but you managed to get a nice and not too crowded spot to enjoy the bands. Felix made you a playlist for you to learn the songs, and was proud when he saw you dancing and singing along to the majority of them.

Best part for you? Italian wasn't there. You didn't know why, neither did you care to be honest, all that mattered was that you weren’t being forced to deal with her that night. 

And luckily, Seungmin didn’t seem bothered by it either, he was dancing and jumping too, not as energetic as Felix, could anyone be as electric as him? You didn't think so.

But you could tell he was having fun, and it felt good, like the days you used to spend together. 

As the night went on, your head was getting light from the drinks you've been having and your feet were killing you. Wanting to look pretty clearly had its cons. 

“I think I'm going back to the car” You tugged at Felix’s jacket, speaking in his ear.

“Are you alright?” He glanced at you.

“Yeah, it’s just my feet. I just need to sit down a little” 

Felix nodded, grabbing his car's key and handing it to you. Seungmin noticed when you turned and started walking away.

He looked at Felix, enjoying the show, and he rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t leave you drunk and alone here, Seungmin turned on his heels, following you.

And good thing he did!

“Wow, are you alone, baby?” A drunk boy stopped you, his gaze disgustingly roaming down your body.

“I…” You barely opened your mouth to reply, when you felt an arm being thrown over your shoulder, pulling you protectively to his side. 

“Get lost, she's not interested!” He groaned to the drunk boy, who shivered slightly, bowing down and repeating ‘I'm sorry, dude’ as he walked away.

“Minnie…” You smiled weakly, looking at him, still protected by his embrace. He was still frowning, not bothering to look at you, he slid his hand and grabbed yours, guiding you to the parking lot.

It was starting to rain, so you two ran and slid on the backseat. You threw your legs over his and Seungmin groaned, pushing them off. 

“Puppy, please. It’s hurting” You pouted, placing them over him again. 

“Fine, but don’t get used to it” He rolled his eyes, resting his own hand on your boot, his eyes trained on it.

“Why did you wear heels for such an event?” 

“Pretty hurts” You shrugged, looking at your pretty but hurtful heels.

“Puff, silly puppy…” He smacked your leg, making you jolt not from the force - it wasn't hard - but from surprise “You're already pretty without all this” 

It was a barely audible murmur, while he turned to the other side, peeking at the droplets hitting against the window. The rain was getting heavy, he noticed.

You weren’t meant to hear that, but you did. And then you pulled your legs off him, kneeling the seat and scooting closer to him, so close his eyes widened when he turned back to you.

“You think I'm pretty?” You purred, and his breath hitched.

“I… I…” He tried to speak, Seungmin wasn't the type to be speechless, and definitely you weren’t the type to do what you were about to do.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, you wished you had an excuse, any excuse. 

But you didn't. There were no excuses, just an urge that was getting too hard to ignore, burning deep inside you.

It happened too fast, your fingers tugged on his t-shirt - a black, Aerosmith one - crumpling up the fabric between your tight grip and your lips crashed against his, accidentally with more force than what you intended, but Seungmin didn’t mind, cradling your face and angling your head, to kiss you better.

There was thunder, announcing the beginning of a storm outside just like what was happening inside, as you and Seungmin devoured each other. The kiss was messy, urgent, as your tongues entangled with each other, teeth occasionally clashing but none of you cared, nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered, but him.

Seungmin put you on his lap in a swift move, his lips never leaving yours, you were starting to feel dizzy and breathless, but you didn't want to stop, so you whined, when he broke the kiss, whispering against your lips.

“Are you drunk?” He was observing you, he knew the answer, but he just needed to make sure.

“Mhmm” You hummed, shaking your head slightly and then leaning in and biting on his lower lip, coaxing a groan from him when you pulled it before you started kissing him again.

Seungmin’s hands slid from your waist to the tie you made on your shirt, he pulled it off and shoved his hand under, feeling the heat from your skin and how you shivered when his fingers brushed over your stomach.

He broke the kiss again and his lips went straight to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses, he thought about how you’d look with a mark of his and it made his hardening cock twitch.

His hand went to your hair, entangling his fingers on the strands, he firmly tugged your head back, wetting his lips at the sight of your neck, he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth on the flesh, making you yelp. 

The mix of pain and pleasure drove you wild, Seungmin's tongue ran up the column of your neck, soothing his bite. His hand under your shirt went up to your breast, he pulled down your lace bra and cupped your breast, squeezing it and playing with your sensitive nipple between his fingers. 

You rolled your hips against his, moaning when you felt how hard he was and his hand left your hair to go grope on your butt, forcing you against him even more. He cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back, your eyes widened at the sight and now it was your turn, leaving a trail of licks and nibbles on his neck, while your hands roamed down to touch him under his shirt too.

Seungmin kissed you again, guiding your hips as you humped on him, you moaned against his lips, his hands firmly roamed over your body and he was just about to find out how ruined your panties were... 

When suddenly the door behind you opened.

Being so lost in the moment and into each other, neither of you noticed it at first, just when he spoke.

“Oh, look what I've got here” 

“Fe… Felix!” You gasped, pulling away from Seugmin, who scowled when he saw the blonde. Of course he had to appear and ruin the moment.

“Why did you stop, darling? You were looking so cute, desperate humping on him” Felix teased, smirking and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Shhh” Felix waved you off when you were about to start explaining. Hell, how could you even begin to explain this?

You glanced at Seungmin, why wasn't he saying anything? It looked almost like he liked being caught. 

And apparently he did, because when you tried to move and get off from his lap, his fingers digged on your hips, holding you in place.

Felix chuckled, seeing your desperate stare.

“It's okay, y/n. Really, I'm not mad, hell…” Felix chuckled again, shaking his head “I'm not even surprised, to be honest. How long has it been going on?”

“It never happened, I swear, I…” You released yourself off from Seungmin and kneeled to Felix, stopping in front of him, he held you by your shoulders, smirking at you.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His thumb brushed against your smeared red lips, his gaze quickly flew to Seungmin's red lips too, before coming back to you and whispering in a condescending tone  “Wanting us both” 

You were shivering, being this close to him, you noticed his gaze, his eyes were darkening, but not from anger and yes for desire. For some reason it made you shiver more.

Felix wasn't dumb, he noticed the looks, ever since the baseball game. Not only that, but you talked in your sleep, too, and medley in your incoherent rambles was Seungmin's name.

He held your chin, tilting your head slightly back and kissed you, slowly, letting his tongue taste your lipstick. You instinctively kissed him back, for that very brief moment forgetting what just happened.

“Now, go on” He whispered, commanding when he broke the kiss, turning you to face Seungmin “Don't let the prince waiting” 

You didn't move, unsure if your boyfriend was being sarcastic or not, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“But Lixie…” Your voice was weak, suddenly you felt Seungmin's hands on both sides of your face, making you look back at him.

“You heard him, don’t make me wait!” He hissed, pulling you for a kiss. You heard Felix whistle. 

“Wow, look at that kiss!” Felix was excited while he watched you both, he bit his lower lip, feeling aroused watching the way Seungmin gripped on your hair, devouring your lips.

“C'mon darling, show him what that slutty mouth can do” 

Desire fogged your mind and your shaking fingers worked on unbutton Seungmin's pants, your eyes sparkled when you pulled the fabric down to his knees and saw his cock hard and waiting for you, restrained by his boxers. You licked your lips, letting your fingers trace the contour, Seungmin sighed heavily.

You pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard length, you licked the precum from the glistening tip, letting your tongue swirling around it, Seungmin's fingers tangled on your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, he pulled your head slightly, to look at him.

“No teasing” He said through gritted teeth and you nodded, tongue darting out and giving him a big lick before wrapping your lips around it, he groaned, watching you bob your head up and down, each time swallowing more of him.

Felix watched it all intently, his own hand quickly unbuttoned his pants and he shoved his hand inside his boxers, but that wasn't enough, his moves were restricted, he pulled it down, stroking his cock in the same rhythm you moved your head. 

Seungmin guided your head, his tip hitting on your throat, you pulled back up a little, one of your hands massaged his balls and the other stroked him while you kept on sucking the tip.

You suddenly stopped when you felt your skirt coming up, your ruined black lace thongs full on display and Felix palm deliberately touching it, making you moan against Seungmin's cock.

“What? You didn't think I was just going to watch, did you?” Felix chuckled, pressing his finger against the fabric, coaxing another moan from you.

You struggled to keep on sucking on Seungmin's cock while Felix pushed the fabric aside and let his fingers work his magic on your bundle of nerves, before he slid two inside you. 

Noticing your struggles, Seungmin started guiding you again, not harshly, just firm enough, he threw his head back when you choked on it, groaning. 

“That's my good girl!” Felix praised you, resting a knee on the seat, so he could align his cock at your entrance, easily sliding in. 

It took a few tentative thrusts until you found the perfect rhythm, you kept your hand on Seungmin's base, preventing choking on him every time Felix pushed into you, his moves were slow, but deep.

You moaned around Seungmin's cock and he gripped your hair tighter, your hips slapping repeatedly against Felix's, his hand holding up your skirt and your hip, he licked his lips, watching your pussy suck him in every time he thrusted forward. 

Your hand fondled on Seungmin's balls while your tongue kept swirling around the head, sliding all the way down again, licking long strips before putting it back into your mouth. He threw his head back, inhaling sharply. 

“Look at you, such a good slut… pleasuring us both” Felix's tone was low and his thrusts getting harder, you clenched around him, moaning again.

“You like that, don’t you?” He slapped your butt and you groaned “...having the two of us at your feet…” A hard thrust that jolted you forward, making you choke “...stuffing you full” 

Car sex was fun just as a concept, you realized, it was hard to move on the cramped place, Felix angled his hips, reaching for that spot inside you, making you moan louder.

The sounds of the three of you echoed through the small space, your body would be sore in the morning, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was Seungmin's grip getting tighter, indicating he was about to cum and Felix's fingers digging on your hips, your walls clenching around him, your own high approaching too.  

“Fuck… I'm gonna cum” You cried out, your nail digging on Seungmin's thigh. Felix's hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

You felt dazy, everything was happening like a blur. It was insane.

You thought you must be dreaming.

— ♡ —

Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up, panting. Your body was sweaty and shaky and your gaze roamed around, taking in your surroundings, you realized you were in your room, by your side your phone was buzzing nonstop. 

You groaned, picking the device and checking the messages and notifications.

New notification: Musical Festival 🎸 today!

Sam-dal: *sent an image* omg this is us 😂

Blondie: I'll be a little late, but I'm coming to pick you up 😘

Seungmin: Why are you asking? Are you jealous? 😏

Seungmin: No, she’s not going 😬

You sighed, relieved, feeling your heart beating fast under your palm. It was just a crazy dream.

After sending the replies, you swung your legs off the bed and ran to the bathroom, your little nap made you late and now you needed to hurry to shower and get ready on time. You picked the same outfit from your dream, only difference was your shoes, in a last minute change, you switched the painful heels for your red All Star. 

Felix looked pretty similar to your dream too, but the difference about him wasn't so subtle: sitting by his side in the car when he came to pick you up was a girl smiling at you.

You hadn't met his family yet, but you knew he had sisters and from a picture on his insta, this girl clearly wasn't one of them. 

“Hi, I'm Si-an!” She greeted you, getting off the passenger seat. You smiled at her and introduced yourself too, trying to be polite.

Maybe she was a cousin.

Felix looked at you smiling and tapped on your thigh when you took the passenger seat. 

“You're looking beautiful, darling” He noticed the curiosity in your gaze and chuckled “Si-an's the daughter of a coordinator of the company, she came to visit” 

“I'm from Sidney” Si-an said to you.

“Oh, I'd love to visit there” 

“We can go when your classes are over, darling” 

“You're gonna love it there” Si-an added and you hummed, checking on your phone. 

Luckily the drive to the festival wasn't too long, you were feeling a little off in the car, and couldn’t put a finger on what it was. You felt relieved when you saw Seungmin by the gates, waiting for you and the others. 

It felt weird to be around Seungmin after dreaming of fucking him, you'd steal glances of the brunette, feeling butterflies everytime he would smile or simply sing along, so pretty… and then you'd feel bad… 

Felix, your boyfriend, was right by your other side, looking so cute jumping and singing and looking so different from his usual self, you could tell he was having fun, and it was great to see him loose up. But the feeling something was wrong, was still lingering inside you. 

— ♡ — 

You were hypnotized, staring at that singer, your eyes glued on stage not even blinking, because you didn't wanna miss a thing, he was laying down on his back and everytime he would buck his hips up, moaning and humping the air, all the girls - and some guys too - would scream. 

You didn't even notice Felix and Seungmin's scowls and annoyed murmurs about him. And you whined when Felix covered your eyes, quickly pulling his hand down and making Si-an laugh when you ran from him, going to stay closer to the stage, she followed you, staying by your side and in that moment, trapped by the singer's charms, you forgot about everything and you giggled with her, both drooling over the hot vocalist.

He got up and your heart almost stopped when he kneeled down in front of you, picking something from his back pocket, you watched him intently. He was even more hot up close, with his shaggy black hair and pretty plump lips that held the handle of the lollipop. 

You held back a scream when he leaned forward, indicating for you to pick the lollipop with your mouth. And much for your boys' distress, you did exactly this. 

“Y/n, enough!” Felix pulled you by your waist, dragging you back again. 

“But Lixie, what about my celebrity free pass?” 

“It's only available for Shawn Mendes” 

“But he's on the USA”

“Exactly!” He scoffed, glad when he saw that the band's performance was ending. 

“That's not fun” You pouted, turning back to the stage direction and Felix made sure to hold by your waist, so you wouldn't try to escape again. 

“Y/n? Let’s go to the restroom?” Si-an touched your arm.

“Oh, sure” You held her hand and you both walked through the people, looking for the right door.

After you both left the stalls, you watched Si-an fix her makeup, and she turned to you with a smile.

“I like your style” You commented, admiring how she turned an extra large Guns N’ Roses t-shirt into a makeshift dress. 

“Oh, thank you. I like yours too” Si-an smiled, putting her lipstick back on her purse.

“So, I noticed you ignored that cutie who tried to flirt with you, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked casually, fixing your hair.

“Kind of… We aren’t official yet, but I think we are making some progress” 

“Hmm, that’s nice” 

“Yeah, he's very busy with his work, but it’s okay, he always take time to take me out and make me feel special” 

You hummed “Just like me and Felix. He's very busy too, I was afraid it wouldn’t work out, but we've been together for quite some time now” 

“Oh, I know” You looked at her with curiosity and then Si-an sheepishly smiled.

“He told me, while we were driving to your house”

“Oh… alright” You nodded, opening the door. You held your hand out for her to take it and you two made your way back to your friends.

— ♡ — 

“WOOO, GO ON, RUIN HIM!” 

“STRIKE AGAIN, GO GO!”  

“DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!” 

Random men were excitedly shouting, a fight broke down and it surely had to happen just where your group was hanging. You sighed, some of your friends were shouting too, you ignored them, knowing they were just silly boys who enjoyed this type of thing. You looked around to see if you could find Felix or Seungmin for you to find a new spot to enjoy the rest of the show.

Your eyes didn't believe what they saw, when some of the excited boys stepped to the side, giving you a glimpse of who was fighting.

“OH MY GOD, NOT ON HIS FACE!” A girl screamed beside you, after Seungmin just punched Felix's face.

For a second, you froze in place, not knowing what to do, the boys were fighting on the floor, Seungmin was on top of Felix when you first saw them, but then Felix flipped them and was straddling the brunette, who was covering his face with his arms, trying to shield himself from the blonde's punches. 

“NOT ON HIS FACE EITHER, OH MY GOD!” 

“CLEAN FIGHT, GUYS” 

You barely processed the screams from the girls by your side. Your heart sank and you felt dizzy, you screamed when he hit Seungmin, it felt like the air was taken out of your lungs. 

Where was the security? Why was nobody doing nothing to stop it?

“FELIX, STOP, STOP!” You screamed, trying to step closer to them. Felix looked up at you and in his little moment of distraction, Seungmin kicked him off of him and he pounced on Felix again, you were about to scream for Seungmin to stop, when Si-an appeared behind you.

She had stopped by the bar to get some drinks when you came back.

“Oh no, babyyy!” She screamed when she saw the thin trail of blood running down Felix's now cut eyebrow.

Baby. She called him baby. 

Your stomach twisted and suddenly the world stopped. 

You had no idea how the boys fight ended, it all happened in a blur because the last thing you remembered was your hands gripping a fistful of Si-an’s hair by both sides of her head and shaking her head to all directions really hard, your nails digging and for sure hurting her, from the way she started crying and screaming for you to let go, barely keeping up her balance, her drink being all splashed around.

You felt arms wrapping around your waist and you were lifted up like a feather, being detached from Si-an, there were some strands of her hair still on your hands. You saw her being lifted like you, and you kicked in the air, trying to hit her, she also tried to hurt you, but the security men made sure to keep a safe distance between the two of you.

— ♡ —

They didn't care about the rain pouring outside, you two got kicked out of the venue like it wasn't nothing. You watched them closing the gates again, you turned to Si-an and stepped to fight her again, and she took some clumsy steps back.

“Y/n, y/n, wait. Stop, let’s talk” Felix held you like the security man did, and you reached your arm out, grabbing his hair now and pulling hard. 

He whined loudly and let you go. But it gave time for Si-an to be gone and hide God knew where.

“Y/n, please, listen to me…” 

You turned to face him, panting from all the anger. 

His face turned to the side and his hand touched his red and stinging cheek after you slapped him hard.

“Y/n” Felix looked at you with shock, he couldn’t believe you did this to him.

“I hate you!” You spat, fists closed smacking against his chest “Don't ever get near me again!” 

You gave him one last punch, too bad it was raining, it wasn't like you were actually hurting him. Nevertheless, it felt good to let your anger out. 

Your tears were mixing with the rain, you turned on your heels and started walking away, ignoring your ex boyfriend calls for you.

Seungmin went right after you, he was calling too, but you ignored. Your mind was a mess, you were soaked, wishing you could simply disappear, hugging yourself in a silly attempt to protect you from the cold water.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Leave me alone” You whined, trying to wiggle from him, but his grip just became tighter.

“No, I'm not leaving you!” His tone was as serious as his gaze. A silent order when he let go of you: don’t you dare to walk away.

You didn't move, crossing your arms in front of your body, both shivering from the cold rain, it took you a little before you spoke again.

“You knew it, didn't you?” 

“What? No, of course not” 

“If you didn't, then why were you fighting Felix?” You gazed at him, not believing his words.

“He… started flirting with another girl, when you walked away with Si-an” Seungmin fists clenched remembering, you scoffed, this situation just kept getting worse.

“So you really had no idea about Si-an?” You pressed and from his expression, you realized, he knew. A long frustrated sigh came out of your lips.

“Y/n…”

You turned around, about to walk again, but he stopped you once more, coming to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your shoulders, but you pushed them away.

“Please, listen to me”

“You betrayed me too” It hurted, maybe even more than what Felix did. Damn, much more than Felix, that was for sure, Seungmin was your best friend, the person you loved the most, how could he keep you in the dark like that?

“No, I didn’t… I…” Seungmin tried to find the words, but it was hard to think at that moment. 

“You knew it and you didn’t say anything. You let him fool me” 

“Y/n, I know I hurted you too, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t know about Si-an” 

He tried to explain, he wanted to. You gazed at him with confusion.

“Didn’t know about her? What do you mean? This doesn't make any sense” 

“Listen…” He grabbed your hand, looking into your eyes and gripping your hand when you tried to pull it back “Please, just listen to me” 

You sighed, you didn't have much option, so you nodded, the sooner he ‘explained’, the sooner you could finally go back home and forget about this damn day.

“So, Felix…” And then, Seungmin told you all about the fancy dates, the cries in the corners and the two months rule too. He told you it all, and your heart shrank even more, you couldn’t believe that a boy who looked like an angel could do such a horrible thing.

“You knew it all…” You murmured and Seungmin nodded “...you knew it from the start and still, you didn't warn me” 

Seungmin could feel your hurt and it was breaking him too. He nodded, sighing.

“I know, I know, I was wrong, but I also know you, y/n. You wouldn’t listen to me” 

You wanted to protest, but deep down he was right, you wouldn't.

“You'd say I was just being jealous…” You nodded, all this time you thought the reason Seungmin didn’t like Felix was because dogs and cats didn't get along. 

“And I thought he had finally changed…” Seungmin's voice got low and you saw the hurt in his eyes before he looked down “I thought he changed and you were so happy… but in the end, you were the one who was changing” 

Your lips trembled and it wasn't because of the cold rain pouring merciless on you two. You took a step closer to him.

“Minnie…” Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hugged you back, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close to him.

“I just wanted for you to be happy, y/n” He murmured, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“I love you…” You whispered, so quietly he wasn't sure he heard you right. Seungmin lifted his head, looking into your eyes, searching for signs he didn’t imagine it.

“Aren't you going to say it back?” Your chin trembled again, your voice still barely a whisper. You thought he secretly loved you all those years, you liked to believe that, but why wasn't he saying back? 

And he didn’t. Instead, his hand came up to the back of your head and the other held your waist tightly as he leaned forward, kissing you. 

It was gentle at first, but you swore you could hear the fireworks exploding inside you. He kissed you slowly, fingers gripping into you, holding you tight as if he was afraid you'd disappear, that you'd vanish away in the rain. 

“I love you, puppy” He kept his grip when he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, the cold water not bothering neither of you. You smiled, kissing him again and this time, he bit on your lower lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth when your lips parted and you felt your heart race.

You held him tighter too and it was like the world around you disappeared, your tongues entangling, his body pressed against yours, the way he kept pulling you onto him almost like he wanted to merge you together, it was all surreal, like a dream. But this time you weren’t dreaming, it was real as he kept biting into your lower lip, making you gasp, as your clothes clinged into your bodies, completely soaked, as not even the pouring rain could put out the fire within you.

— ♡ —

Entangled in a mess where it was almost impossible to tell where you ended and he started, Seungmin blindly guided you inside. Safe from the rain, your new challenge was to make your way in without breaking anything and of course you failed, barely a minute after, when you accidentally stumbled against a vase, no, it was actually two, a cute matching pair that now was broken into pieces on the ground. 

The loud thud made you two pull away, panting, Seungmin's eyes widened looking at you “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah” You nodded and he smiled, wasting no time in kissing you and gently pushing you to walk again, leaving the shards scattered behind. 

“Clumsy puppy, don’t walk around breaking my girlfriend's stuff” He playfully scowled at you and you were sure you could drop dead there after hearing the word girlfriend. My girlfriend. 

You were Seungmin's girlfriend. You wished somebody could pinch you, but instead, he was kissing you again, not giving you time to say anything other a breathless sigh of his name when his lips trailed down to your neck and his hands slid under your shirt, the fabric being discarded, starting a trail of your clothes, piece by piece getting discarded all the way to the bathroom. 

Seungmin turned the water on, not bothering to wait for it to warm up before pushing you under it, he followed right away, your shivers didn't last long, it was impossible to be bothered when you had his hands sliding to your hips and he pulling you flush against him, kissing you again. 

His breath hitched when he pulled back, looking into your eyes, seeking for permission while his fingers hooked on the clasp of your bra. A slight nod, parted lips humming and the little flimsy fabric was pulled away, your cheeks burned and Seungmin smirked, admiring the swell of your breasts, his hands came to hold them.

“You're so beautiful, puppy” He gave your nipples a pinch. A whine came out of your lips and you felt a jolt of arousal run down to your middle. 

“So beautiful…” He pinched again before caressing the sensitive buds with his thumbs.

His gaze was locked with yours when his hands caressed down your body, squeezing your waist and letting one of them slide inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction when he noticed your arousal. 

Your legs parted more when his fingers brushed against your folds, pushing between them and teasing your clit, he leaned in and started nibbling on your neck. Seungmin always imagined what your moans sounded like, but he never thought it would be so good as his name rolled off your tongue. 

He pressed his strained cock against your thigh, slightly rubbing against your flesh. Damn, he was so hard, you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, hearing a delicious groan of him against your skin when you palmed him through his boxers, you gave it a squeeze, and you hissed from the pain when he bit down on your neck and he licked the spot that would turn into a mark soon. 

Marks. He licked his lips, admiring your skin, his eyes darkened up even more, he wanted to mark you everywhere, make sure you knew who you truly belonged to.

Starting by the end of your neck, going to your shoulder, his lips sucked on your skin, licking and nibbling nonstop while he kept rubbing your clit, it was a mix of pain and pleasure pushing you to the edge with such easy that actually surprised you, the way his other hand roamed over your body, groping and caressing every part as if he had you all figured out. 

He did the same to your collarbones, and ended with a last mark, a hickey right above your heart, that one hurt and you whined, again, Seungmin slowly licked it, as if soothing the stinging away, before he trailed kisses up again.

His teeth grazed over your skin, in that sensitive spot under your ear, fingers hooking on your panties sides, you felt your heart speeding up in anticipation. He lowered down, taking your panties with him and kneeling in front of you.

“Minnie…” You sighed, watching him intently, the desire in his eyes when he looked up at you made you shiver, he leaned forward, his lips almost touching your middle, he held your thighs, keeping them parted for him, his tongue poked out, so so close.

Until he stopped and pulled back, looking up at you. You stared down with curiosity and a bit of frustration, your eyebrows narrowing down.

“Minnie…”

“What's wrong, puppy? You want something?” He smirked while caressing your thighs, watching you nod.

“Hmmm…” He pretended to think for a moment, it was brief, but for your needy pussy, it felt like forever, and then he spoke “You know what? I don’t think you’re deserving it” 

Your groans of protest made him laugh.

“What? Don’t you think you haven’t been a bad puppy?” He gripped your thighs and you shook your head, although you knew that he was right. He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“You know… I think you need some punishment for that” His words had an undertone of playfulness in them, but the humor didn't meet his eyes. Nevertheless, you were surprised when he leaned in again and licked a long stripe, your legs slightly shook and he held them in place, opening for him to enjoy his feast. 

Every moan motivated him to keep going, his tongue licking and flicking, it was crazy how fast he found the pace and way that made you see stars. He sucked on your clit, circling it, letting his tongue lap it all, his gaze locked with you, watching your every reaction. He reached down and pulled his boxers down, his cock was throbbing and desperate for attention, so he stroked it lazily, while his mouth worked on you.

You were starting to shake and your moans getting louder, oh you were so close, just a little bit more, one suck and then he suddenly stopped, pulling back and chuckling from your frustration whine.

“Minnie, what the…” 

“Not yet” He smirked, letting his fingers graze over your slick, so subtle and when you arched your hips he pulled back, repeating his words and shaking his head.

Your whine had no effect on him, as he still took his time to resume his activities, now bringing his fingers along, dragging them all over, coating them before he pushed one inside you, tongue flicking over your clit as he pushed in and out a few times, adding a second one and picking up speed. 

“Hmmm, puppy… you taste much better than what I Imagined” He admitted, barely pulling away and your head spun around. He had been thinking about you, about you and him… Like this, you clenched around his fingers and he smirked, looking up at you, licking faster.

“Are you close?” He smirked, it was a rhetorical question, he knew you were, clamping around his fingers, your legs starting to shake, but when you nodded and was almost there, he stopped again.

“Minnie!” You hissed through gritted teeth, tugging on his damped hair and he groaned, but didn't give in, he edged you again and again, until you were almost crying. 

“Minnie, please” You cried out.

“What do you want, baby?” He teased, curving his fingers inside you and you moaned, but didn't say and he pressed against “You know, if you want something all you have to do is ask for it” 

Noticing he was about to withdraw his fingers, you scoffed, giving in.

“Please, Minnie… let me cum, please” 

“What a needy puppy, aren’t we?” He teased, as if he didn’t just twitch and were struggling to hold back his own release. 

“Come on puppy, make a mess for me” He flipped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, fingers curling and touching on the right spot, you melted on his tongue and suddenly you felt it coming out of you, Seungmin pulled back, his fingers still inside you as he watched it all in awe, your trembling body, your cries of his name, your essence splashing out and you barely comprehending that you were squirting. 

“Oh my God, it… it…” You tried to speak, still panting and shaking.

“It was incredibly hot” He stoop up, holding you by your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. He gave your temple a kiss “You did so good, baby…” 

“I… I've never done it before” Your confession sent Seungmin to the moon, he tighted his hold on you “I didn’t think it was possible, I…”

“You are amazing, baby” He kissed you deeply, and you felt his cock brush against your thighs and you both moaned. You were still in a daze state when you broke the kiss, reaching down to touch him.

“Let me make you feel good, too…” You pleaded in a whisper, stroking him and pressing your body against his “...I want you to fuck me”

In another moment the chances of feeling petrified after saying such a thing for Seungmin would make you wanna dig a hole and hide, but now, still feeling the after shock of your climax, you didn't even remember what the word embarrassment meant.

“Puppy, that’s okay, we don’t need to do it no…” He started saying, but you shut him with a kiss, you knew what he was about to say.

“That's okay, I trust in you” You said, caressing him and he twitched “Please, Minnie, I need it now, please…” 

He let out a groan and turned you around, you squealed in surprise, your hands rested on the cold tiles and your head tilted forward. Seungmin held your hip with one hand and with the other he guided his cock to your entrance, he leaned closer, whispering in your ear.

“You're mine, now” He pushed in one swift move, hissing and you moaned, feeling him stretch you out. 

“This pussy is mine…” He groped tight on the flesh of your ass and then smacked it, making you yelp “Every inch of this body is mine. You're all mine” 

It was like something switched inside him, his thrusts were deep and fast, his grip around you hard, keeping you in place while he slid in and out of you. Maybe he needed it, to keep him grounded, to prove to him that he wasn't dreaming, maybe he was always like this. That was something you'd find out and the idea of it gave you butterflies. 

“I'm yours, all yours… Minnie” Something switched inside you, too. As you kept rambling those words between your moans, and it felt great, belonging to him, finally, you felt his hand travel over your wet body, his hand sliding up, exploring without destination, but loving to stop by your breasts and giving it squeezes.

“Fuck, baby, you're so tight” Seungmin groaned as your walls kept clamping around his length, and his comment only served for you to do it harder, instinctively, driving him wild.

“Shit, y/n!” He pounded hard, entangling his fingers on your hair, he pulled your head, not too hard, just enough to make you turn to him and he gave you a sloppy kiss, swallowing your moans. Your skin slapped against each other in wet and loud sounds and his name kept rolling off your lips in desperate cries.

He angled his hips, his thrusts got a little slower but still reaching deep, he could feel his balls were tighten up and he was about to cum soon, but he needed you to do it one more time. 

And you were so close again, your legs starting to feel like jelly, you were glad he was holding you and keeping you in place, otherwise you were afraid you’d melt right away. Your moans getting more desperate, more needy.

His hand reached around you, fingers brushing against your clit while he kept fucking you hard. His lips found your shoulder and he started kissing and nibbling on your skin.

You trembled and came on his cock, walls clamping around him so hard, he almost came inside you. It was close, too close and dangerous, but he managed to pull out in record time, despite your whines rambling and he let it spill on your butt. 

“I love you, puppy” He whispered against your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there, panting, smiling weakly and completely satisfied.

— ♡ —

The insistent buzz of your phone woke you up, after blindly seeking it you found the device on your bedside table, picking it up, you grimaced when you saw the notification: 10 missed calls from Felix, plus 50+ messages you were sure the majority probably came from him. You groaned, not believing his audacity and that you forgot to block him.

Well, you had a good reason to forget and when you turned to the other side, you couldn’t help but smile, gazing at reason's back, peacefully sleeping. 

It wasn't a dream, Seungmin in your bed and your slight sore core was proof of it. You scooted closer, giving his bare back a sweet little kiss, whispering good morning against his warm skin. He didn’t reply, just moved, very subtle and you scooted away again. 

After checking the time, you decided it was better to go get lunch ready instead of breakfast, so you swung off the bed, tiptoed your way to the bathroom, got back and dressed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. 

You put your favorite 2000's playlist on, volume down to not wake Seungmin of course, just to set a nice mood while you danced around the kitchen, picking the pans and ingredients to cook a delicious meal for your boyfriend, Seungmin…

You giggled, talking to yourself, he was your boyfriend now! 

Who'd ever thought? Well, if you asked anyone of yours and Seungmin's circle, they wouldn’t be surprised.

But it was funny, until he’d wake up, then you were afraid it could be a little awkward. 

Chop, chop, chop, cutting the vegetables in cubes, humming to a Britney song, swanging your hips, you were oblivious to Seungmin leaning on the door frame, watching you with a smile. 

That was his puppy. The old you were back.

He walked to you and hugged you from behind, which made you jolt in surprise.

“Oh my God, Minnie!” 

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and gently lowering your hand that was holding the big knife down “Wow wow, careful here” 

“Consider this your warning, you better behave!” You said playfully, cutting a carrot at every word you said and he laughed.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I'll behave” He reached over, picked a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth.

“Enough” He said, clicking the button and changing your playlist to the radio station.

“Minnie!” You protested and were about to put it back, when the doorbell rang. You gazed at each other.

“Oh, I think it’s my grocery shop” You walked over there, absentmindedly still holding the knife in your hand, your mouth fell agap when you opened the door.

“Felix?” You froze in place for some seconds, before pushing the door to close, but he put his feet in the way, interrupting you.

“Y/n, wait! Let me talk to you” He held the door open when you forced it to close again.

“I've got nothing to talk with you”

“Baby, what's wrong?” Seungmin walked out of the kitchen and stopped on track when he saw Felix there, his expression changed right away.

“You gotta be kidding me” Felix murmured under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to y/n” Felix shrugged nonchalantly.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you”

“Were you cheating on me?” Felix turned to you, ignoring Seungmin.

“What? You're kidding me, right?” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth in surprise, that was the biggest bullshit you've ever heard.

“You accused me of cheating, but here you're with him, not even a day later” He pointed at Seungmin and the brunette took a step forward.

“Want another punch for your eyes to match?” But you held his wrist, not wanting to watch part 2 of their fight. Felix had a cut on his eyebrow and a lilac shade around his eye.

“I've got every right to think so, plus I'm pretty confident I'm right” He gazed at Seungmin and continued speaking in such confidence that you could only think of kicking his ass straight to the mental hospital.

“Fuck you, you know that’s not the truth!” You shouted and what he said next made Seungmin’s blood boil.

“Okay, let’s pretend you’re right, but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you talked about him” Felix looked from Seungmin to you “Be honest, y/n, was just a matter of time before you spread your legs for him”

It happened in a flash, Felix stumbled back when Seungmin punched him, soon enough would be giving the blonde the purple match he promised. Felix touched where he hurt, groaning. Not satisfied, Seungmin grabbed Felix by his shirt’s collar, ignoring your shouts for him to stop and pressed the elder against the wall.

“Don't ever talk about my girlfriend like that again” He said through gritted teeth and Felix groaned, trying to push him off but unsuccessfully.

“Hey, you two! Stop now, or I’m calling the police!” Screamed a lady who just got out of her house, you recognized her, Mrs Cho, the sweet ‘grandma’ of the neighborhood and also the gossip queen, she narrowed her eyebrows and stared at you with annoyance.

“And you, y/n what are you planning to do with that knife? Put that away!”

The object felt heavy in your hand, reminding you were still holding it. You lowered your hand down, Seungmin let go of Felix.

“Now leave” Seungmin hissed and went back to you.

“Poor thing, c'mon. Let me help you” She walked to Felix, holding his arm and bringing him with her. You rolled your eyes, judging by the stare she threw at you before passing by her gate, it wouldn't take long until her group chat learned how you and Seungmin were threatening the angel boy.

“I can't believe his audacity to come here” You complained, plopping down the couch followed by Seungmin.

“Shh, it's okay now, love. He won't dare to bother you anymore…” He pulled you to lean against his chest and kissed your head, you hummed, embracing him.

— ♡ —

“I don’t wanna go home, I don’t wanna go home…” You kept drunkenly singing while Seungmin carried you out of the venue, he chuckled, slapping your butt.

“Time to go back, puppy”

“Nooo, one more. They will come back for one more” You slurred and he laughed again.

“They already did 4 ‘one more’, now it's time for you and them to go home”

“That's not fun” You pouted, being put down on the passenger seat by your boyfriend, he gave you a kiss after fastening your seatbelt.

Seungmin got a raise and now he was an accountant at MGV, you got a new job as an intern at District 9 Co. a big tech company, and you two had been pretty much inseparable since that rainy night, two years ago. You just went to the new tour of 3Racha, your favorite group and were heading back to your and Seungmin’s place.

He barely had time to lock the door before you were all over him, his hands held you by your waist and he guided you to your bedroom with his lips locked on yours, learning your lesson from the last times, you made sure to not let anything fragile visible or settled in low places, successfully reaching the room with no broken vases, Seungmin’s fingers rolled around the scarf you were wearing.

That Louis Vuitton scarf.

“You looked very pretty tonight…” He whispered, lips trailing on your neck, peppering little kisses on the sensitive skin, making you purr.

He pulled the scarf off and looked at you “But I bet I can make you look even prettier”

You leaned on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a smirk “How so?”

Seungmin smirked back, his hands pulling up your top and then working on taking your jeans off. The pieces got tossed somewhere and he licked his lips as his eyes roamed down your body, admiring the red lingerie, his cock twitched inside his pants.

He kissed you again, tongue slowly swirling with yours, hands caressing your sides and squeezing your hips, he loved how you'd squirm and arch against his palms. Seungmin grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands off of his hair and holding them together, he kneeled in between your legs and grabbed the scarf, after a quick glance at you, receiving an approval nod, he put the scarf around your pressed wrists and tied it up.

“It's it too tight?” He shoved a finger inside the space between the fabric and your skin, checking. Then he got the knot tighter.

You shook your head and he kissed you again. You tried to touch him, but groaned when you lifted your hands and noticed that wouldn’t be possible.

“Not yet, puppy. Let's have some fun, first” He teased you, biting down your lower lip and earning a moan.

He held your wrists about your head and gave it a tap, for you to stay like that while he took his time kissing your body, teeth lightly grazing against your sensitive spots, making you melt. Your bra was gone at some point and he kissed and sucked on your breasts, placing his leg between yours, he started pressing against your core, he pinched your nipple while his tongue swirled around the other, your moans sounding like music to him.

He licked his way down your stomach, and you grabbed on his hair when he pulled your panties off and dived into your heat, licking all over before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

You moaned, pulling his strands, he gazed up at you, tongue darting out and flicking over, teasing you, his fingers encircled your entrance slowly, coating the pads before pushing inside. He thought you looked so beautiful, arching up, lips parted calling out his name while he pumped his fingers in and out of you while sucking on your clit.

“So good, Minnie… Don't stop”

Your hips bucked up, seeking for more, that tight feeling building up on your lower stomach, you were close and he noticed it, sucking more, preparing you for him, feeling how you clamped around his fingers.

“That's it baby, let it go for me” He curled his finger, caressing your sweet spot and still licking your clit. It became too much, and with a strangled cry out of his name, you came all over his lips and fingers.

The pull on his hair hurt, but he ignored it, still lapping at you as you came down from your high. His cock hurt too, confined under his clothes, desperate to be buried inside you. The thought of it made him groan and he pulled back, quickly getting rid of his clothes, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when he let his boxers pool down his ankles.

Your legs spread at the sight of him pumping his length and coming closer to you, clenching around nothing, he groaned.

“So beautiful…” He towered over you, putting your arms up again “So mine…” With a kiss, he pushed himself inside you in one swift move, swallowing your gasp of surprise.

“Forever yours, Minnie” You whispered after breaking the kiss and he started moving, using his free hand to support his body, thrusting slowly but deep inside you.

“That's right, forever mine, puppy” He punctuated each word with a thrust, each gasp and moan from you reminding him that it was real, you were his and would forever be this way.

He kissed and bit down your neck while he picked up the pace, letting go of your wrists and holding your hips down, keeping you in place. Not resisting the urge to have him close, you lowered your arms around his neck, making him chuckle.

“Clingy puppy…” He joked, kissing your lips.

Your moans got louder, you were getting close again, Seungmin slowly slid off from your embrace, you whined when he withdrew his cock.

“Shh, such needy little thing, don’t worry, I've got you…” He slid his fingers between your folds, playing with your clit, he lowered down, licking on your waist, he sucked the sensitive skin there until a red shade appeared.

Your legs started shaking while he nibbled a little down. Seungmin gaze went up, admiring you for a moment before he pulled back, flipping you in a swift move, you let out a muffled sound of surprise when your cheek came in contact with the pillow.

He held your hips a little up and placed a pillow under it.

“Perfect” His hand came down to your butt, smacking it and you moaned louder, making him twitch.

He wasted no time and laid down on top of you, his hand guiding his cock back inside, you felt delirious hearing his groans in your ear as he slid in so easily, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder, just like your breathing and your moans.

“Fuck, Minnie…” You cried out when he angled his hips, reaching just the right spot, you moved back, meeting him at every thrust.

“Fuck y/n, you take me so well…” He looked down, smirking when you clenched around him and he fucked you harder.

His lips attached to your shoulder, nibbling lightly, he could tell you were going to come soon. You shivered feeling the lick trail up to your neck, his breath tingling your skin.

“Let go, baby…” He whispered, letting his fingers entangle on your hair.

“Minnie…” You cried out, you were so close.

“C'mon, I wanna see you make a mess again” He whispered, thrusting deep, his hand gently tugging on your hair, you clenched around him over and over until you exploded on his cock and on the sheets.

You barely heard his praise of how hot it was, but registered the slap he gave on your butt and how he kept abusing your core, seeking for his own release. He bit down his lower lip, trying and failing to hold back his moan as he was about to explode too, white ropes spilled on your thighs and even the sheets because he barely pulled out on time.

Seungmin collapsed by your side, panting, he reached out and pulled the fabric of the scarf, untying the knot he made and pulling you to lay on his chest, you were still shaking when laid your head on his chest, hearing his quick heartbeat, matching your own, a lazy and satisfied smile appearing on your face.

After calming down, he quickly got up and cleaned you both, before getting back into your original position.

Seungmin would never say it out loud, but there were a lot of nights he dreamed of nights like this. He caressed your hair, staring up at the ceiling, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.

“One kiss for your thoughts” You spoke after a while, your words brought him back from sliding into dreamland, he smirked, still with eyes closed, but noticing that your chin was resting on his chest and you were staring at him. Well, it was hard not to notice when you just poked his nostril.

“Just one kiss? Nah” He pulled your hand away and held it down.

“Fine, two kisses”

“Nuh nuh” He shook his head and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know you pouted.

“Okay, okay. A lava cake”

“Hmm, eating some lava cake would be good now, especially since I was just thinking about this report I need to finish and…”

“You’re thinking about work after what we did?” You smacked his arm and he laughed.

“No, puppy. I was just playing with you” He opened his eyes, staring into yours “I was thinking how lucky I am to finally have you”

Your heart fluttered, Seungmin wasn't the last romantic, he usually showed his love through actions and not words, but when he decided to speak, you always knew it was sincere.

“I'm the lucky one, Minnie. Thank you for not giving up on me” You laid down again, smiling.

“I'd never give you up, puppy. You were always mine, you just needed some time to figure it out…” He kissed your head, his words muffled against your hair, but you understood everything clearly.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, enjoying the peaceful silence again as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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thanks to my beautiful friends and betas

tagging: @doitforbangchan ; @jeonginsleftcheek ; @moonchild9350 ; @athforskz ; @hyunjincanraptoo ; @changbinniescurlyhair ❤️

lixie, i'm sorry, i love you 😭

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2 + 3 = You In Me

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

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Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

_

You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

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As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

_

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

_

Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

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As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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[robininthelabyrinth]

I'd like to see more of the Jiang Cheng has spider venom fic. Mostly because I want to see him bite someone else. How about a Jin?

Normal For the Spider - Extra: 5 People Jiang Cheng Bit, Some of Whom Deserved It

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1 – Wei Wuxian

“So I’ve been exchanging letters with shijie on account of the whole theoretically banished business,” Wei Wuxian said as they strolled down the Qiongqi Path together, Wen Ning behind them making shy stuttering friends with the handful of Jiang sect disciples Jiang Cheng had brought along with him – he’d deliberately picked the friendliest and most social of the lot, the ones that acted like overgrown puppies and wanted to adopt everyone they met, and sure enough they’d mobbed Wen Ning like a bunch of crows intent on raising the poor little sparrow they found into a proper bird. It was no more than Wen Ning deserved, in Jiang Cheng’s opinion. Someone needed to socialize him, and clearly neither his sister nor Wei Wuxian were doing crap about it.

“That’s nice,” Jiang Cheng said. “If by nice you mean extremely suspicious. What about in particular?”

“Your family inheritance.”

“Is this about the summer house we have near that mountain lake? I told you, it’s been deserted for years and may possibly be haunted by something resistant to the usual liberation techniques, but if you really want to go there, you’re of course allowed…”

“That’s not the inheritance I meant and you know it.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. He did know it. “What questions do you have now?” he asked. “More medical stuff from Wen Qing?”

She’d recovered from the venom very well and immediately started wanting to know everything. Recovered a little too well, in Jiang Cheng’s opinion.

“No, this one’s for me,” Wei Wuxian said. “We’re going to Lanling City in order to let Jin Ling bite me as a way to establish familial ties and let him ‘absorb’ good aspects from my personality, right?”

Jiang Cheng nodded.

“So in some cases, biting is an act of affection?”

Jiang Cheng nodded, a little more warily.

“Then how come you’ve never bitten me?”

“It’s only affectionate when you’re a baby,” Jiang Cheng said. “Once you grow into your childhood venom, it starts being dangerous, even to family; you don’t do affection-bites after that point. And when you’re an adult…well, you saw Wen Qing!”

“Eh, she’s fine now,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. “I feel like I missed out! It’s not fair, Jiang Cheng. I deserve a bite! I’m practically your brother! We share essential bodily organs!”

“Wei Wuxian! Don’t talk about that!”

“Bite me and I’ll stop.”

“I’m not biting you just to make you stop being annoying –”

2 – Jin Zixun

“What are you doing here?!” Jiang Cheng demanded. “This is an ambush! Is the Jin sect considering waging an act of war against the Jiang sect?”

Jin Zixun scowled at him. “Not against the Jiang sect,” he said haughtily. “Against the Yiling Patriarch.”

“He’s my head disciple!”

That got a confused sort of frown. “But you banished him…?”

“Rumor,” Jiang Cheng said, with dignity, the way they’d always planned. “Baseless rumor, that’s all.”

Rumor he’d never denied, and had instead implicitly encouraged so that people would leave his Jiang sect alone for a little while as he gathered up strength and resources to tell them to fuck off.

“But…” Jin Zixun hesitated. “You just – attacked him?”

Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian, still lying prone on the ground with his head in Wen Ning’s lap to elevate it and his neck bandaged but still a little red – surely the paralytic had worn off by now?

Wei Wuxian noticed him staring and gave a jaunty little wave, grinning and very clearly regretting nothing, which meant that the paralytic had worn off and he was just lying there to be comfortable while watching the fun.

Typical.

“A friendly exchange,” he said, trying to maintain his dignity. “Also? Not the Jin sect’s business. What about you? What did you want with him?”

“I want him to remove the curse he cast on me,” Jin Zixun said, and he strode forward before Jiang Cheng could stop him and kicked Wei Wuxian in the side. “You hear me, you bastard?! I want the damn thing gone this instant or else –”

3 – Wen Ning

“So this is going to be a little awkward to explain,” Jin Zixuan said, rubbing his face. He looked tired, but that was possibly a side-effect of having Jin Zixun as a cousin. “Tell me, why are my cousin’s flunkies – er, I mean, my cousin’s friends convinced that it was Wen Ning that poisoned him?”

Jiang Cheng scowled.

“No offense meant,” Jin Zixuan added, nodding politely to Wen Ning. “It’s just, you know, you’re very much not a Yu, or even a Jiang.”

“No offense taken,” Wen Ning mumbled, though to Jiang Cheng’s eyes he looked a little pleased, even if his stiff wooden face still didn’t do emotions all that well. “It’s nice not to be automatically feared.”

“It’s because Wen Ning punched Jin Zixun in the face at the same moment that I bit him,” Jiang Cheng interjected, because someone needed to answer the actual question. “And then Jin Zixun fell over and someone started shouting about corpse poison – even though he’s obviously turned purple! Purple venom, purple spider, purple lightning…what part of this thematic color scheme is not obvious?!”

“Technically, the livor mortis spots generated by corpse poison are also purple,” Wei Wuxian said, completely unhelpfully. “According to Wen Qing, it’s the lack of oxygen in the blood pooling under the skin or something, which is the same thing your mom’s poison does.”

“Do you think you’re helping?” Jiang Cheng demanded.

“No, not at all. Did I sound like I was helping? I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m going to bite you again, you little…”

“My father isn’t going to want to let Wen Ning through the door if he’s considered a possible threat,” Jin Zixuan said, wisely deciding to carry on with the conversation despite their bickering. “You know he’s been saying all those things about how dangerous the Yiling Patriarch is – this’ll just feed into that.”

“I’m not going to Lanling City without Wen Ning!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “Wen Qing made me promise! It’s his first time visiting such a big place, too!”

“I’m pretty sure Wen Qing made you promise not to leave him behind because she was worried about your well-being, not Wen Ning’s ability to be a tourist,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Doesn’t matter! I’m not leaving him, and I’m definitely not going to not attend the party, so you have to fix this!”

“I don’t know how to fix this –”

Wen Ning coughed lightly. “Uh,” he said. “Jin-gongzi…would your father let me in if I wasn’t a threat? Say, if I was unconscious?”

A moment of silence.

“…does venom work even on fierce corpses?”

“Of course it does,” Jiang Cheng said irritably. “It wouldn’t be much of a defense mechanism for a cultivator if it didn’t.”

4 – Jin Guangshan

“I didn’t mean to!” Jiang Cheng said, his hands over his mouth. “I really didn’t mean to! It’s Wei Wuxian’s fault!”

“How is this my fault?!” Wei Wuxian asked. He looked amused, which was never a good sign, and even less so given the extreme crisis of the situation. “I wasn’t even in the room.”

“You encouraged me to keep biting people as a solution to everything!” Jiang Cheng hissed. “It got me in the mood. I wasn’t thinking!”

He looked down at the unconscious (and swiftly purpling) Jin Guangshan and grimaced. There was no convenient Wen Ning to put the blame on this time: it had been just the two of them, Jin Guangshan and Jiang Cheng, alone in a room together. Jin Guangshan had wanted to have words with him, sect leader to sect leader, which mostly meant that he wanted to throw his weight and seniority around to try to brow-beat Jiang Cheng into doing what he wanted, except that wasn’t going to work because Jiang Cheng was prepared, okay, he’d worked so long and so hard to try to build up the Jiang sect until it could resist Jin sect pressure.

And he’d probably just ruined everything.

“He has legitimate grounds to declare war against us now,” Jiang Cheng said miserably. “Or maybe to demand that we hand over that stupid Tiger Seal he keeps bugging you about as reparations, or in order to keep him from declaring war…”

“We can’t let him have it,” Wei Wuxian said at once. “It’s far too dangerous. I’d destroy it, first.”

“But then he’d still have a reason to strike against us…”

There was the soft sound of someone clearing their throat, and at first Jiang Cheng thought it was Wen Ning but when he looked up it was Jin Guangyao, instead. He looked the same as always, gentle and personable and smiling, which struck Jiang Cheng as being unaccountably weird for some reason that he couldn’t figure out until he remembered that the man’s father was currently lying on the ground being poisoned and maybe Jin Guangyao shouldn’t be smiling so much.

“If you don’t mind,” Jin Guangyao said, “I might have a suggestion that would get rid of that problem…”

5 – Wen Qing

“…and long story short, Jin Guangyao is going to run Lanling Jin until Jin Zixuan is done having kids, which may be never based on the soppy looks he and my shijie keep exchanging, and we all have the Jin sect’s blessing to move back into the Lotus Pier,” Wei Wuxian concluded. “All’s well that ends well, right, Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms and glared, admitting nothing.

“I’ll be happy to move anywhere that has decent food,” Wen Qing remarked. “This damn place won’t even grow radishes properly, and it’s Yiling; the radishes should be practically growing themselves.”

“I’ve arranged for some farmland for your people,” Jiang Cheng said, because practicalities he could do. “There’s still lots left over from before the war, lying fallow, and some of the places are medicinal herb fields – we need people with cultivation to tend to those, so I figured that might work for you. You’d have half regular farmland, to make sure you can grow whatever food you feel you need to be comfortable, and the other half, the herbs, can be sold to the Jiang sect at profit.”

“That sounds good,” Wen Qing said.

“Especially since they’re medicinal herb plants,” Wei Wuxian chimed in. “You could stock up on medicines you need!”

“A lot of medicines have to be obtained through trade, you utter nincompoop! I can’t make medicine just using what a single medicinal herb field will generate!”

Jiang Cheng nodded approvingly, thinking to himself that at least there was someone else in the world who understood exactly how aggravating it was to have to deal with Wei Wuxian’s unbridled and illogical optimism on a regular basis.

“And as for you,” Wen Qing said, turning to Jiang Cheng, who blinked owlishly at her. “Don’t think I missed the part of that story about how biting people is a sign of affection!”

“It’s – what?! No, you don’t – that’s when we’re children– it’s –”

Wei Wuxian started cackling.

[nanowrimo]

3 Most Common Worldbuilding Mistakes for Writers and How to Fix Them

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. World Anvil, a 2021 NaNoWriMo sponsor, helps you develop and organize your characters, plot, and world setting. Today, World Anvil founder Janet Forbes is here to share some pro tips for worldbuilding. Don’t forget to check out the offer to NaNoWriMo writers for 30% off a World Anvil membership!

I talk to hundreds of writers every week, in our World Anvil Q&A live streams, our World Anvil writing challenges, and meetings with our professional authors. And mostly, they’re encountering the same few worldbuilding problems! Here are the 3 most common worldbuilding mistakes, and how you can fix them:

1. Mary-Sue Worldbuilding

You’re probably familiar with the Mary-Sue—a flawless, artificial-feeling main character. Mary Sue Worldbuilding follows in the same vein. If everything in your setting is directly related to your main character, it feels like the world revolves around them. It’s too convenient and artificial. That’s Mary-Sue worldbuilding.

Mary-Sue worldbuilding is usually caused by worldbuilding exclusively around your plot. Introducing larger-scale conflict in the backdrop of your setting, current affairs like civil or religious movements, war, disasters, or technological breakthroughs, can help expand the world beyond just your main character. 

Your main character might interact with these elements, or more usually, with problems caused by them. For example, they might help some refugees from “that war over there”. But your character should not be at the core of everything—they’re not the cause of the war. Other things are happening outside of your story, in the background. (Pro-tip: this is a great way to reinforce your genre and themes, and make your world feel alive and expansive, too!). 

Fixing Mary-Sue Worldbuilding Of course you’ll need a series bible like World Anvil to help you keep these current affairs organized, connect them together, and make sure you don’t lose your notes! Use World Anvil’s worldbuilding templates to get inspired for your big conflicts, and remember - you only need to write a few bullet points to start with! You can always expand more later (we’ll talk more about that in a moment).

World Anvil’s Worldbuilding Templates are custom-made by experts to help inspire and guide your creativity—and you can customize your own templates too!

2. Mosaic Worldbuilding

You know those computer game worlds where each area feels like a self-contained zone? Where the “desert” region and the “forest” region have no trade, communication, or overlap between them? That, in a nutshell, is Mosaic worldbuilding. It ruins suspension of disbelief, makes your novel setting feel false, and can pull your readers out of your story! 

Fixing Mosaic Worldbuilding

The best way to avoid Mosaic Worldbuilding is to make sure that you have a clear overview of your world early on, with each major region and concept penned out in just a sentence or two. That way, each region will feel like a connected aspect of your seamless setting, not a tile shoved on the side. 

On World Anvil, each world setting has a “Worldbuilding Meta” section to help you detail the 10,000 foot overview—the big stuff. And not just your physical world and its people, but your genre, your motivations, and your themes. This invaluable reference tool helps you expand your setting and add more detail, and will also help you sense-check what you’re adding!

Once you have a clear picture of your meta, and know the overview of your world, it’ll be easy to make use of cultural aspects like imports and travellers, cultural diasporas and geographical transition zones to make your world seem more connected and less artificially divided! And you’ll be able to do it without spending too much extra time worldbuilding. Which brings me to my final common worldbuilding mistake…

World Anvil’s Worldbuilding Meta tool helps you focus, streamline and sense-check your world setting! It’s full of guides to create an excellent overview for your worldbuilding project. This is the view mode of Manifold Sky by B.C.G. Wurth.

3. Worldbuilder’s Disease

Sounds nasty, right? Well, Worldbuilder’s Disease is a very common problem—a compulsion to continue worldbuilding things which aren’t actually useful. Here’s my favorite example—the “elven shoes”:

In your world you have elves. They wear shoes. So far, so good. Maybe there’s a plot-point where an imposter’s revealed because they’re wearing the wrong shoes. So you fill in a few details on your series bible. But if you find yourself writing a 5,000 word treatise on elven shoes through the ages… honey, you have worldbuilder’s disease.

I use shoes as an example, but it could be anything. It might be detailing three centuries of monarchy, or expanding unvisited areas in excruciating detail. Sure, it can be fun, but all that time spent on unnecessary parts of your setting isn’t helping you polish the core parts—or get your novel written! It’s distracting you from your primary goal. 

Curing Worldbuilder’s Disease

There are three major causes of worldbuilders disease: 

Lack of perspective

Lovers of prose

Fear of losing your ideas

1. Lack of perspective

Lack of perspective can often lead down a worldbuilding rabbit hole. Keep clarity on what’s important in your setting with tools like World Anvil’s Worldbuilding Meta. This helps you define your active worldbuilding area - not just geographical but thematic areas—which helps  streamline your world and your project, so you can be sure you’re spending your time where it counts!

Also, be clear with yourself WHY you’re worldbuilding the element you’re working on. Keep clear notes in your series bible about how this new element fits into your novel. If it’s little more than set dressing, you only need a few words. For a core concept, you might need more.

2. Lovers of Prose

As writers, we love to write (duh)! But for most of us, writing in prose in our series bible can cause serious problems. Not only does it mean that you write MORE than we should (your get in flow, words happen!), it’s also harder to reference your ideas quickly later on. Stick to short, organized articles in note form. Make sure the salient information is there, and link in anything relevant. You can always expand to prose later if you need to.

Keep your series bible in brief notes with clear headers! This character article took 5 minutes using World Anvil’s character template which automatically adds the headers. The linked articles help me easily reference related people and places as I’m writing.

3. Fear of losing our ideas

Fear of losing our ideas is actually one of the most common reasons for worldbuilder’s disease—that we’ll forget or lose our notes if we don’t write them out in vast detail. To combat this, make sure you have somewhere to keep your world details safe, organized, tagged and searchable. Then you can reassure yourself that you can go back and develop more later if you need it. 

Obviously, World Anvil is custom made for this, backing up everything in one place and linking everything together, so you can easily search, reference and update your series bible whilst writing your manuscript and not have to worry about losing things!

Anything here ring true for you? Or maybe you’re struggling with another worldbuilding mistake or problem? You can always hop into our live streamed Q&A sessions on our Twitch channel and ask us directly! We go live three times a week to answer questions about writing and worldbuilding, as well as helping our community with World Anvil queries too! Maybe we’ll see you there. And happy worldbuilding :)

Janet Forbes is a published fantasy author and RPG writer, whose recent credits include the Dark Crystal RPG with the Henson Company (coming 2021). In 2017, she and her husband created World Anvil, the ultimate worldbuilding and novel writing platform. World Anvil helps you organize, store and develop your worldbuilding and series bible privately, and market your books to the world too! The inbuilt novel writing software, accessible from anywhere, integrates seamlessly with your worldbuilding. And when it’s time to publish, you can export, or publish directly on the World Anvil platform and monetize YOUR way! Check it out at World Anvil.

[athetos]

What are some bits of Pokémon lore that some may not know about?

Oh man, where to begin… there’s so much to choose from. This isn’t so much lore as it is random facts but:

- the reason that the gen 7 starter evolutions leaked early was due to their concept art being created for smash ultimate. They knew they wanted to put one of them in the game, so they did extra art and shared it, where it got leaked. We will probably never see leaked concept art like that again.

- if you haven’t seen the space world leaks, check them out! They’re a bunch of leaked Pokémon from an early beta of Pokémon gold/silver. Lots of Pokémon were scrapped! You can see a baby meowth, a baby vulpix, and everyone LOVES beta wooper.

- junichi masuda, a prominent director for Pokémon games today, was originally the games composer.

- pikachu was designed by a woman! She said one of her favorite things was making Pikachu very cute but also rare.

- Pokémon designers get no say in the shiny colors of their Pokémon, or their moveset or lore. That’s sad…

- flygon was supposed to get a mega evolution, but Ken sugimori, the lead designer, couldn’t come up with a cool enough design. Poor flygon.

- the first Pokémon coded into the first game was Rhydon!

- mew was apparently designed AFTER mewtwo. This also sort of proves the ditto = failed mew clone theory isn’t true? As ditto was designed beforehand. Mew was added last minute as well! They had some space on the cartridge left over and decided why not.

- lugia was created by the anime director, who had… well. There’s a didyouknowgaming video about it. It’s a wild story. He really wanted lugia to be anime-exclusive and threw a fit when it wasn’t allowed, for starters.

- magmar’s Japanese name is “boober”.

Okay some competitive stuff now, that is fascinating to me:

- the most used Pokémon in ubers (the tier that allows most legendaries and Overpowered Pokémon) is Zacian. The most used Pokémon in OU (the next highest tier; the one most tournaments are in) is Landorus-T. And the most used Pokémon in little cup (level 5 first stage Pokémon only) is mienshao. Seriously, mienshao is everywhere. If you don’t have mienshao on your team you’re almost always going to lose.

- there is a way to get an Arcanine that can’t be damaged in a double battle. It’s very difficult to pull off. But essentially, it works by passing Shedinja’s WonderGuard to Arcanine, and then using burn up, which makes Arcanine lose its fire typing. It becomes ??? Type which has no weaknesses.

- most people know this even if you’re not a competitive player, but there’s a strategy called FEAR. It means Focus Sash Endeavor quick Attack Rattata. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Most people recognize the strategy but it’s so funny to catch people off guard with it.

- exeggutor used to be OU for red and blue and is now worst tier. Poor guy. He’s just horribly outclassed.

- porygon 2 sees more usage than Porygon Z, because when it holds a evolite, it’s stronger.

- it tools YEARS for people to realize body slam won’t paralyze normal types in red and blue. See, gen 1 was coded so that electric types can’t be paralyzed, fire types can’t be burned, ice types can’t be frozen, and poison types can’t be poisoned. But the code actually works by saying a Pokémon of that same type attack can’t get its status effect. Which, usually isn’t a problem, because most moves that cause paralysis ARE electric type. Except body slam, which is normal. And this normal types can’t be paralyzed.

- normal type was actually a really good type in gen 1 because fighting types sucked. They were weak to psychic (which dominated the scene) and didn’t have the best attacks. But normal is only weak to fighting, and since it rarely ran into fighting types, it was a good choice since nothing was super effective. Dark type was made to weaken psychic types and balance the game. Nowadays, I would say fairy and steel are the dominate types, steel is very good defensively and fairy overwhelms dragon types (which also used to be OP). The worst type… probably ice. It really doesn’t have many great options. Lot of weaknesses. Alolan ninetales is good because it’s also fairy and has Aurora veil, but most other ice types don’t really stack up.

[ellitx]

In honor of Father's Day, could we get some headcanons of the twins (separately) as parents?

Venti as a Father:

It would be really chaotic and a mess when it’s him watching over the kids

Just feeding them and bringing the spoon to their mouth like an airplane, and if one of his children happens to playfully throw the food to his face, it’ll be a food fight.

Of course, it didn’t last long when you entered the room and you see everything is so cluttered and dirty.

Venti can be strict with them if he has to but most of the time he’s carefree and lively with them. Often going outside to play, gliding, and maybe just a leisurely family time with you, him, and the children.

He’s not really restricting them but if they wanna play outside they have to ask his permission first so he’ll know where they are or so that he can watch over them

Venti likes it if his kids ask him to carry them! He’ll carry them on his shoulders so they can see the beautiful view of Mondstadt's scenery!

Or if he’s laying on your lap and they’re asking to be carried, he’ll lift them up and act like they’re flying in the sky. He’ll use his vision to make it really breezy so they can feel what it’s like to soar in the air.

When it’s time for dinner, he has to call for them. But the problem is they’re so mischievous that they even hide from him. It’s easy to find them but for the sake of entertaining them, he pretends he doesn’t have a single clue as to where they are.

“Now where’s my little sweetie hiding again? Looks like Detective Venti is starting another case of Disappearing Angel.” He takes his cape and flips them in the air for a dramatic effect and boy does he hear that stifled laugh behind the sofa.

He takes out his lyre and starts singing about the clues he had gathered and for suspense, he stopped strumming his instrument and stood still. Their kid covered their mouth to quiet themselves and it was unfortunate for them they didn’t notice their father was already behind them.

Venti’s hands slipped underneath them and hoisted them to his shoulder causing them to shriek and wiggle around while giggling.

“Papa, that’s unfair!!”

“Another point for Detective Venti~”

Aside from playing detectives, he’s pretty much dramatic around them if they’re playing house or prince and princess together.

“Oh, sweet child of mine, call the fairest maiden for I, Venti the Most Handsome, Charming, Powerful, and Talented Bard has fallen down because of the great dark dragon’s compelling attack.”

Your child first thought of you, immediately rushing to where you are and tugging at your sleeves.

“Mama! Mama! Help Papa come back alive! He said the only way to regain his powers is that you have to kiss him!”

You choked at your own spit, your face burning hot hearing another ridiculous idea venti started for you to kiss him. You didn’t want to disappoint them so you obliged and followed them to the living room.

There you saw venti laying down, his hands on his chest with his eyes closed, and sure you’d mistaken him as some kind of princess if not for your daughter asking you to help him.

Clearing your throat and readying yourself in acting mode, you kneeled down beside him and clasped his hands with yours.

“Oh, my darling Venti. All your power has been drained, the energy within you has been stolen by the greatest and fearful creature that has been ever lived. But fear not, for I have come to aid you by… by caressing you with a true love’s kiss.”

You slowly leaned forward and ran your finger on his face before closing your eyes until his lips brushed with yours. The tips of your ears were turning red when your child awed and watched closely, and for sure you felt your husband’s lips tugging upwards. His hand reached up behind you to hold you close to him and let the kiss last longer.

His eyelids flutter open, revealing the marvelous emerald orbs he has that were the same as your little angel, and he turned at you with clouded eyes, his cheeks beginning to tint with warm red.

“…more…”

Before he could latch his lips with yours once more, your child jumped at his back and cried,

“You’re alive! You’re finally alive! Quick, defeat the dark dragon before it destroys the castle!”

Venti almost forgot he was playing with them. All of a sudden, you felt your feet weren't on the ground anymore and in instinct, you held onto his shoulder and gaped at him. Venti's arm was underneath your bottom, carrying with such ease as if your weight was as light as a feather.

“Of course, my dear! Now that my power has been replenished thanks to this lovely maiden, I can finally stop the dragon’s outrage through the power of wind and freedom!”

His right hand glowed, unleashing a gentle yet powerful wind to knock down the mini dvalin stuffed toy that was standing in front of the blocks. The toy’s balance was gone, causing it to fall onto the ground as a sign the enemy’s disturbance was no longer present. Peace, harmony, and freedom were settled back to the small kingdom you, your child, and your husband had created.

Himmel as a father:

Himmel’s a househusband! Due to his frail body, he’s more inclined to work inside the house which he doesn’t mind. So all the cooking, cleaning, laundry is handled by him.

Househusband Himmel doesn’t really mind at all! In fact, he really enjoys it because he gets to watch over his kyut litol beybis playing around the house and spend time with them!

He knows you’re already home when he hears his babies screaming “MAMA!!”, it’s either a playful chase with his children on who gets to hug you first or he let them hug you first before he kisses you as a greeting of welcome home.

Whenever he goes to the grocery, he brings his children with him and they’re in the twin stroller. Everything is prepared; the pacifiers and two bottles of milk, and perhaps some extra diapers in case the line is too long and they need a bathroom break.

Himmel always takes a morning stroll and he also brings his babies with him so they can get that vitamin from the sunlight for them to be healthy. Don’t want them to risk being so unhealthy when they grow up now do we?

Maybe after the stroll, he stops in a nearby park to rest, maybe even allowing them to have some fun as long as they’re in his sight. Himmel will start planning on having a picnic time as family bonding on weekends so you can also take a break as well as you can get in touch with your own kids

While at home, carrying his two kids in his arms is no biggie for him. He can even multitask with it, though he prefers if they are in the crib just in case he doesn’t accidentally step on some toys and slip while carrying them.

He loves holding them and carrying them with him after he finishes the household chores! He’ll play with them, shower them with kisses, keep on telling them how much papa loves them and how he’s so happy they’re part of his life. When they run out of milk, he has to take the new supply you’ve readied in the refrigerator.

The babies will crawl up to him, stretching out their short arms towards their father because they wanted to be carried. Himmel chuckles then picks them up before making their drink. He hums a song while warming the milk and leaves small kisses on their head and nuzzles his nose against it as he waits

His little ball of sunshine is full of energy so he can be quick to get exhausted, but he’s trying his best to stay awake to make sure nothing dangerous happens to them. he lets them crawl up to him and play with his hair and when they also get sleepy and clings to him, it brings a smile to his face and holds them close to his chest protectively before laying them back down in the crib

Himmel may have taught them many things, from a simple reading, talking/cooing, walking, and maybe even singing. He has bought many things that can help them like rattles, squeeze toys, picture books, and also some stuffed toys they can play with.

Over the months, he’ll buy different toys for them so they can start the process of learning simple stuff like ABC blocks and even more plushies.

His kids love it when he sings or reads them a bedtime story. If you’re free, you and Himmel will reenact the story to maybe entertain them, and oh their cute little smiles and giggles tug their parents’ hearts.

Once they reach the age of three, Himmel is so excited for them that they can meet new friends. It’s the start of their preschool and he prepared everything. Now he’s the type of father who’ll take a picture of them every single year and some memorable moments to be added in the album

After school, he’s there to pick them up with you. All the mothers were gawking when he was standing near the door and looking for his cute babies. Perhaps he’s a brother to pick his siblings up?

Lol nope

Their jaws dropped when they heard a scream of papa from the running children. He opened his arms and caught them easily as they jumped at him for a hug. The mothers/guardians can’t believe Himmel's a father. Such a youthful face he has and having two children?!

He gives them a kiss on their forehead and asks how their day went. When he told them that mama was waiting outside, the twins immediately left their father’s side and ran out of the school to see you there smiling and waving.

“Mama!! Look, look, my teacher gave me a stamp that I did well!”

“I have five stars on my booklet!!”

Your eyes sparkled at their wonderful achievements and patted their head. Himmel stood next to you and smiled, admiring the wonderful warm feeling in his heart to see this growing family.

Kneeling before one of his kids, he whispered something next to them causing them to gasp out and looked at you with big curious eyes.

“I’m going to be a big sister/brother?!!”

You look at your husband with an astonished face and pout before playfully shoving his shoulder.

“That was supposed to be a surprise!” You whined. Himmel laughed and pecked your lips, whispering “I can’t help it,” before taking the hands of his child then yours. You take the other twin’s small hand and walked side-by-side with your husband and children back home

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The Best Day - Haz Osterfield

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Pairing: Single Dad!Haz x Step mom!Reader Requested? Nah. 2,572 words Happy Mother's Day to all x

Italics are flashbacks, bold is Christine singing, and [ ] is a 'video'. Thank you to @capwogers for telling me I should do mom!reader instead of sister!reader.

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When Harrison had his daughter, his first born, he never would’ve thought that his life was going to change. Suddenly his life was colorful and filled with laughter. Sure, it was hectic, but he loved every second of it. As if it wasn’t enough, he was blessed with a son five years later. His life was perfect.

As far as good things go, bad things happen. Harrison’s partner suddenly left. They weren’t married, but it seemed that way. They lived together and they’ve been together for a long time, but after their son’s second birthday, she decided she didn’t want to ‘play house’ anymore. It hurt him, but he knew he had to be strong for his kids.

Three years later, he met you. He was scared that his kids would scare you off, but it was the opposite. He watched as you tried to interact with them and he saw how his kids didn’t warm up to you. He frowned, but he knew that in time, they’ll like you.

Christine, his thirteen-year-old daughter, didn’t seem very fond of you. Meanwhile his eight-year-old son, Ethan, was the opposite. You two would get ice cream together and he’d always kiss your cheek whenever he’d see you. He was also the only person excited when Harrison told them that you’d move in with them.

You could still remember Christine being so mad about it. She was glaring at you and you told her, “I know I’m not your mom and I’m not trying to be her, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. I love your father and I love you guys too. No matter how mad you are at me, I won’t leave.”

And you didn’t. Harrison proposed to you after being together for three years. You both knew that you both were meant for each other and you knew it was going to be hard because you felt like Christine will never get used to you being around, but you were proved wrong when the day of your wedding came.

You got married on Mother’s Day and yours and Harrison’s mom absolutely cried so much because they claimed that it was the best gift they’ve ever received. Everyone at the reception was busy eating when the host, Tom, started talking again.

“Hi, everyone! I’m sorry to interrupt.” Tom chuckled. “But someone wanted to take this time to give their ‘special gift’.” He looked at Christine with a smile and waved her over to where he was standing.

“What’s she doing?” Harrison whispered in your ear and you just shrugged. You both watched as Tom adjusted the mic to Christine’s height and Harrison could see the fear on his daughter’s face, but when he smiled at her, her fears disappeared and she calmed down.

“I, uh, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to everyone here.” Christine said nervously as she played with her fingers. “Most of all, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to my dad because ever since mom left, he’s been acting as a mother and a father to me and Ethan. I also want to greet Y/N a Happy Mother’s Day too because she’s pretty cool for taking care of us when daddy’s busy.” She added as she looked at you with an innocent look on her face.

“I, uh, I have something prepared for both of you. It’s my wedding gift. I’ve been taking secret singing and guitar lessons for this.” She mentioned before looking behind her to see Tom lending her his guitar.

Tom stood back with Ethan and Christine started playing a familiar tune, “I dedicate this song to my dad and Y/N.” Then she began to sing.

I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides Look now, the sky is gold I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

“Nina, be careful!” Harrison shouted as he watched his little one run. Both of them were at a farm and he thought it was a good idea to spend some extra time Christine; just the two of them. Harrison knew that she won’t be five years old forever and he knew that once his son was born, he wouldn’t spend time with Christine as much anymore.

“Daddy, look at the pumpkins!” Christine stopped running and stared at the pumpkins. Harrison smiled to himself and jogged over to where she was.

“Wanna see the farm animals, love?” He asked sweetly. She looked at him with a bright smile and nodded quickly.

After a full day of spending time with farm animals and getting to pick some fresh fruits, Christine grew tired and it was then that Harrison knew it was time to go home. He carried her to his car and buckled her in her car seat.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly and smiled at him. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon.” Harrison smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, daddy.” She said before drifting off to sleep. He didn’t want to tell anyone, but he cried on the drive home. Those four words were enough to make him cry and he wanted to cherish them before she grew up.

Christine sang the chorus beautifully and you could see that Harrison was crying. You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder.

I'm thirteen now And don't know how my friends could be so mean I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm going to talk to now at school But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you Don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay But I know I had the best day with you today

You were feeling a bit sick and you decided it was best to stay at home. You still did work in yours and Harrison’s shared bedroom. It was only you in the house and you heard the door open and get slammed shut. Heavy footsteps were running up the stairs and straight into a room. The door was slammed shut too.

You took a deep breath and checked the time on your phone to see who was home at this time. It was Christine. Knowing that she wasn’t particularly fond of you, you braced yourself before going to her room to check up on her.

You knocked and heard a muffled ‘go away’ from her. You shook your head and knocked again and said, “It’s me, Y/N. I just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? You sounded really mad when you came home.”

In Christine’s mind, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She needed to talk to someone and you happened to be home. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, right? She wiped her tears and got up to open the door. You frowned at the sight and immediately pulled her in for a hug.

She hugged back and cried. She opened up to you about her mean friends and you just listened. When she was done, you wiped her tears and said, “My friends did the same thing, you know.”

“Really?” She sniffed and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “What happened?” She asked.

“We’re not friends anymore. It hurt a lot, but I got new friends and they’re way better than my old ones. We’re still friends up to this day. You’ll have new friends too, I promise you that. They’ll be better and your friendship will last.” You smiled, causing her to smile too.

“How about we go out? We can get ice cream and eat dinner. I can call your dad and tell him to pick up Ethan.” You suggested. Christine thought about it for a second and she nodded and pushed away her long blonde hair from her face.

“We can get a makeover too, if you want.” You added and she squealed excitedly.

“Daddy never allowed me to have makeovers.” Christine said. “He said I was too young.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m not your dad.” You winked. “I’ll let you get dressed and we can go, alright?”

“Alright.” She smiled and turned to go further in her room. Before she closed the door, she called your name and you turned around. “Thank you… and call me Nina. Christine is too long.” She said with a sincere look on her face.

“It’s no problem. I’m on your side, Nina. Never forget that.” You smiled.

Later that night when you and Christine got home, the boys were on the couch and gasped when they saw you and Christine sporting your new looks. You dyed your hair while Christine had a new haircut. You even allowed her to pick out clothes that she liked and bought it for her. You never splurged, but you figured it was okay to splurge just for once.

“Why don’t you show Ethan what you got him?” You told Christine and she quickly went to the couch to show Ethan the stuff she picked for him. Harrison got up from the couch and walked over to you, “I thought you never splurged.” He joked.

“I never splurge on anything, but I made an exception. She was upset about something and I wanted to make her feel better.”

“By buying her stuff?”

“No, by making her happy and by distracting her. We window shopped first and she narrowed down what she really wanted. Then, we bought them. The things she bought Ethan came from her own money.”

Harrison nodded with a smile, “Thank you for making her happy.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrugged. “I went through the same thing and no one was there for me. I want to be there for her.”

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

Christine saw the whole scene the night her mother left. She saw how upset and sad Harrison was while he carried her two-year-old brother. He turned around and saw Christine sitting on the steps.

He didn’t know what to say. “Darling, I-” Harrison was lost and he held back his tears.

“Are we going to be okay, daddy?” She asked as she cried.

He nodded and sat next to her with Ethan in his arms. “We’ll be fine. We’re gonna be okay, I promise you that.” Harrison smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulder. That night, Christine and Ethan slept in the same bed as Harrison, so he wasn’t lonely.

Harrison never knew, but Christine would hear him cry himself to sleep at night and she would notice the tear stains on his cheeks whenever he made breakfast. It was then that Christine realized how strong Harrison was and that she wanted to be just as strong as he was.

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out He’s better than I am

Christine took a long time to get used to you, but she noticed how Ethan immediately let you in without hesitation. He always tagged along with you wherever you went and it made Harrison a bit jealous that Ethan preferred you over him, but it made Harrison happy.

Ethan even helped you in the garden, something he never did. But Ethan’s favorite moment with you is when he would sit on the kitchen countertop and help you bake cookies for every occasion.

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run And I had the best days with you

Christine stopped playing and looked on the projector to play an old video of hers. Harrison was filming and he laughed when he saw the video.

“I remember that video.” He laughed as he reminisced.

[“What’re you painting, Nina?” Harrison asked as he filmed Christine painting. He smiled when she looked at him with a toothy grin, “Flowers!”

“Those are pretty flowers, baby.” Harrison complimented. “You’re beautiful like a flower as well.”

“Thank you, daddy. You’re beau’ful too.” Christine smiled at him, causing Harrison to laugh. It was silent between them, but she broke it. “Can I be a flower for Halloween?”

Harrison chuckled and said, “I’ll see what I can do. I might need your mum for some help. She knows more about flowers than I do.”

“Otay!” Christine giggled and continued painting.]

There is a video I found from back when I was three You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves

After the video, it showed a slideshow of pictures. The first picture was her on Halloween dressed as a flower. Every other kid was a monster or a superhero, but she was different. Needless to say, she went home with more candy than any other kid.

The next picture was of her and a one-year-old Ethan and that made Ethan scrunch his nose and cover his eyes. Everyone was overjoyed to see old pictures of Christine and Harrison with Ethan’s pictures in it sometimes. Then their first family picture without her mom showed up and that made you smile at Harrison.

“You raised them well without her, you know.” You said and he nodded.

“Thank you.” He grinned.

Christine continued singing and decided to switch up the lyrics last minute, “Daddy’s smart and Y/N’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.”

Harrison looked at you and chuckled when he saw you crying, “Now you’re the one crying.”

“Yeah, sue me.” You sniffed and wiped your tears away.

Christine walked to where you two were and Tom quickly held the mic for her.

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall I know you were on my side even when I was wrong And I love you for giving me your eyes

Christine cried as her mother yelled at her. Harrison got mad and said, “Don’t yell at her! She’s just a kid, okay?! It’s not her fault!”

Her mom huffed and left the scene to get some air. Harrison turned to Christine and said, “What did you do?”

“I was mad at her so I got her mug and broke it.” Christine frowned and Harrison shook his head before pulling her in for a hug.

“Don’t do that again, yeah? Someone might get hurt.” He said softly before pulling away and wiping her tears away. He stared in her eyes that resembled his and smiled a bit, “Wanna watch cartoons?”

“Yeah.” Christine grinned.

“For staying back and watching me shine and I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today.” Christine ended the song with a smile. “I hope you liked it.”

Everyone clapped and Harrison got up from his seat to give her a hug, “That was amazing, darling! I loved it.”

You hugged her too and said, “It’s the best gift I’ve ever had. Thank you, sweetheart.”

She smiled at you and said, “You’re welcome, mum.”

It was the best Mother’s Day ever.

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is wolfstar canon

Hello and welcome back to another episode of I analyze your favourite ships and let you know if they’d be canon if a coward wasn’t writing them.

I have read all the Harry Potter books and watched all the movies, I have not read All the Young Dudes but I have consumed lots of mauraders content so I’m really hoping all of these points I’m making are canon.

Let’s start with Remus Lupin. That’s a queercoded bitch if I’ve ever seen one. Now I’m always a sucker for queer coding within magical worlds, as there’s a lot of really subtle things to do with it. Now with Remus being a werewolf, there’s a lot to examine there. When examining queer coding we will ignore the shitty implication that it’s a disease that can be given to you by others because that’s dumb and Rowling sucks. We do not stand for homophobia in this household so I want to make extra clear I don’t want to imply any of that.

That being said, being a werewolf is a thing Remus is ashamed of and feels the need to hide. He hides it from everyone around him because he doesn’t want them to look at him differently. You also have to keep in mind the time period this would be set, being gay can be incredibly unsafe and life altering in a negative way. So he hides it to protect himself, despite the fact he is a child struggling with all this internal self loathing. The constant narrative of being a monster that just pushes you further and further into hiding because you have no idea what would happen if they found out. And eventually he finds close friends who figure it out and they support him, they want to help so he feels less alone. And yes he has this outlet now but it’s still a tightly guarded secret. Something he’s only open with to the people he trusts. His lycanthropy is a clear parallel to being gay and although I hate the implication that it’s a “disease” like. Metaphorically most of the things you look for in queer coding are right there.

You also have to keep in mind that Remus was literally never in a relationship and showed no interest in anyone until like the end with Tonks. And it’s pretty clear to me that Rowling threw that in so people would stop saying he was gay. I like Remus and Tonks and the dynamic they have but like. They seem more like friends, the age gap is weird, there’s no build up, it doesn’t make sense for Remus’s character and it’s just like. Not great? Tonks and Remus are great friends but I don’t really see them together romantically.

I’m going with the fact that Remus is just straight up gay. Tonks seems like a cover, and if I was a person who wasn’t a coward writing this, Remus and Tonks are both aware neither of them are straight and are covering for each other. It’s giving me very “let’s get married so you don’t get drafted to the front lines even though we arent in love” like people did during like the Vietnam war. They get along really well but Remus has no romantic chemistry with any woman ever. That is not a straight man.

Sirius Black. This is another fun one. Since the start of his time at Hogwarts he is marked as “different” from the rest of his family because he isn’t a slytherin. We need to keep in mind the Black family is very wealthy, has a high value on their reputation, and are basically just racist, homophobic and classist people. Difference is not accepted, and Sirius already starts out by breaking that mould. Now l honestly don’t remember how much of his interactions with Marlene are canon so I don’t know if I can argue that but like. Yes I am thinking about it, much like JJ, Sirius overcompensates with being a huge flirt with everyone despite having no real feelings attached to any of them. Throughout growing up he continues to break away from his family, and break away from their problematic views. Being raised in an environment like that instills a sense of fear around you. So even if Sirius knew when he was younger, it’s likely he denied it or never said anything because of fear. By the time he leaves he’s pretty much kicked out of the family. Through his school we can also see how supportive of Remus he is, trying to help him and make him feel as comfortable as possible. Giving him support and love he was never given.

If a coward was not writing this Sirius black should not be straight. I’m not certain if he would be bi or gay, but he for sure likes men. It would fit well and be interesting for his character and story.

So how do they work together? Objectively, really well. I’m going to look at this through a canonical lense, so trying to keep what I can of the story but adding these sexuality headcanons in mind.

Remus and Sirius were ABSOLUTELY together in school. I don’t think they were public about it in the slightest. But this is another gay person you’re close with, you care for who fiercely cares for you despite your family or your “disease”. Remus was totally out first, but just to the Mauraders. Sirius never really comes out. He probably tells James first, mentions it quietly one night after thinking about his family. He knows James will be ok with it because he was always ok with Remus. And James is supportive and never says anything, never treats Sirius any different. That’s still the man who is basically his brother. But he sees how Sirius looks at Remus the same way he looks at Lily. He knows, even if they never tell him. But if anyone were to know, it would be him.

They have the chemistry, the stories line up, they’re good friends and it would make sense. Because of the time period it’s quiet and guarded, a relationship kept from prying eyes. They might love each other but they don’t want anyone to know about their relationship because neither of them are really comfortable or ready being out.

Now after school there’s probably a bit of a splitting apart, knowing they can’t maintain what they had forever. The future isn’t made for them and they know that. And then James is dead, and Peter is killed and Sirius is in prison and Remus is forced to pull himself together and do the best he can to move on without them. Now if we were in a timeline where Sirius didn’t go after Peter, and him and Remus could potentially take Harry? I don’t know. They sure as hell wouldn’t let the Dursley’s take him, but dumbledore also isn’t going to just let them live in peace. They would have to go totally off grid, making sure Dumbledore never took him. The priority here would be keeping Harry safe, not on their own relationship.

Now after POA is where things get messy. Because you essentially have two years here before Sirius dies. Even though Remus knows he’s innocent he went 13 years thinking he wasn’t. That trust isn’t going to magically return overnight, he’s going to have to unlearn all of the wrong things he figured out over the past decade. And this Sirius is different. This Sirius doesn’t need a relationship, he needs support, love and someone to help him. And Remus is there for that. They both still care for each other but they aren’t at a point where they work anymore. They just appreciate the comfort that the other provides. Remus takes care of Sirius the way Sirius took care of him so many years ago. It isn’t about a relationship, it’s about love. That love for each other is still strong, and it’s still there. Nothing is going to change that, they’ll always be a part of each other.

So no I don’t think they got “back together” before Sirius died. Or even if Sirius survived, before Remus died. If by some miracle they both survived the war down the road? Maybe. They’d still have that tight bond with each other and over time and as they heal it might develop again. But no I think they only really “dated” in high school. But that love for each other never really went away. It’s still a huge part of each of them, and even if they aren’t in a relationship that doesn’t mean they aren’t in love.

So in summary:

-Remus is gay. His story is queercoded but in a homophobic way.

-Sirius likes men. It further distances him from his family and is something he has a lot of internal problems with

-they’re secretly together in high school. James probably knows but he never pushes

-post POA they don’t get “back together” but they are still fiercely attached and care about the other deeply. The lack of a relationship is not an indication of no love. They don’t really care about labelling it as much they’re just Remus and Sirius and they just. Need each other

-if allowed to survive till the end they may get back together

So I would say yes, Wolfstar is canon. We have nothing to prove none of this didn’t happen. They could have been together in high school and Harry would never know. And even if the relationship fizzles out, that love is always still there and that never goes away.

If you’re still here this is part of a series I’m doing, and I’m going to be doing this with a bunch of other stuff! It’s all going to be under #deathoftheauthorbirthofthemcmac so if you like this one I’ve got a jjpope one up and more to come!

[retroknightx]

hypmic headcanons

since nobody on my instagram appreciates me, i’m going to put them here, and it’ll be like a master post i can add onto that way anyway (which is convenient for me, because i keep adding on… yeah, it’s bad lmao. my notes document can only take so much) all of it will be under the line so you guys don’t just have a big ass post clogging your feed! to whoever my 4 followers are

starting with fling posse…

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Ramuda Amemura

He’s trans.

He has a superiority complex to hide his inferiority complex.

He also likely has a little bot of a god complex… Just a tiny bit… Not to the point it’d endanger his life, but to the point he can never admit he’s wrong (I suppose this can also count as the superiority complex).

He also has a little bit of a schoolboy crush on Dice… that has lasted far longer than he’d ever like to admit – not that he’d ever admit it in the first place – and he gets jealous over Dice.

He started his whole thing with girls, whatever it is, as a power trip, which also explains why he likes to cause so much chaos.

Since he used to smoke, he started candy as a way to stop smoking and it slowly replaced his smoking habit (as I have yet to see him smoke otherwise, but keep in mind I’m not far into the manga and mostly I’m going off the ARB story).

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Gentaro Yumeno

All writers are perfectionists (I’d know as one).

He’s probably very particular about the details and doesn’t like doing things without a plan.

He’s the lyric write for Fling Posse’s raps and does not enjoy making up lyrics on the spot; however he can if he must – This is also why he carries the book everywhere.

I honest to god don’t feel like he’s of this world and whatever his actual form is (irony in his rap name?), it scared Ramuda enough to create Fling Posse, so here they are.

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now for the dice ones… it’s gonna be long!

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Dice Arisugawa

He is, unfortunately, very oblivious to romantic approaches – especially from close friends such as his division members, for he’s been with them for so long that he can never imagine them falling in love with him.

He has abandonment issues/a fear of abandonment because his mother left him.

Speaking of his mother, Dice likely knows how to do “noble” things because he was raised by a politician; i.e. how to play piano and stuff like that.

Adding on top of that, I feel like Dice has an accumulation of many different skills from being all over the place – He learned how to do card tricks by watching others, and he probably learned bird calls from spending time with Rio.

He undoubtedly has ADHD (as a person with ADHD myself, you cannot tell me I am wrong)!

He’s well aware that’s he a leech, but he can’t stop himself because the addiction is stronger and he feels terrible about it; it’s why he often begs instead of anything else that would fit his character more.

He’s a very talkative person and often rambles to get his thoughts organized.

He doesn’t like being put into awkward situations or forced into silence because he is used the buzz of a casino and a busy city.

Relating to the ADHD canon, Dice puts his life on line not only for the thrill of it, but to keep his mind off of thoughts, and it’s also why he gambles; so he can focus on one thing.

He is numb to change because he’s a gambler.

He is very good at adapting to a new environment.

He doesn’t like being looked down up and that’s why he started gambling; to prove that he’s worth something.

He uses humor to cope if he can’t get his mind off of things with the thrill of gambling.

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Extras (Fling Posse all together)

Dice has weird limbs, so clothing fits him weird, and Ramuda started making clothes for them because of that.

Ramuda chased after Dice after he stole his signature parka and the Fling Posse star was embroidered on later by Ramuda after the formation of Fling Posse.

Ramuda likely pulls whatever strings he has access to to make life easier for his division members (not that it stops them from getting into trouble, that is).

Gentaro spends a lot of time away when writing and likely forgets he’s even alive during those periods, so his division members make sure he’s still taking care of himself when he gets like that.

They all piss each other off, but in a platonic love kind of way.

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moving onto matenrou! my favorite division <3

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Jakurai Jingui

Oh, my poor man’s so tired. He just needs a long break and a spa day; speaking of this, he likely doesn’t ask for help often – it’s the messiah complex he undoubtedly has.

His hair is too long for him to be taking care of it himself, and it definitely looks in fantastic condition, so he definitely takes good care of it – I just don’t think he takes care of it himself; I think he enlists the help of his division members (as I headcanon that Matenrou is in a poly relationship).

Jakurai’s matureness can sometimes get in the way of other things, such as emotional moments, and he can come off as cold or distant when he doesn’t mean to come off that way.

Unlike the other divisions, Jakurai wanted to really separate from his past, and that’s why he named his division Matenrou instead of reusing something from the past. He also probably doesn’t like talking about the past.

His hair is naturally silver, but the lighter shades that are nearly white underneath was caused by stress.

He gets cold quickly, which is why he always keeps the lab coat on, and it’s also why he wears a turtleneck.

Jakurai does live in the same apartment as Doppo and Hifumi, but he’s always so busy that he often can’t get there, so he ends up sleeping at the hospital; he also has a separate apartment of his own that’s closer to the hospital if he has free time, but he’s not off work/off work but still on call.

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Doppo Kannonzaka

Man, the first thing I thought when I saw him was that he has a choking kink. Enough said. He also likely has a praise kink.

If he didn’t have social anxiety and wasn’t so busy, he’d also probably be going over to Rio’s camp a lot. I think it’s because he’s so overworked that he doesn’t care about what’s in the food; as long as he gets it.

He’s probably passed out from exhaustion more than once and just got used to it.

Despite all his problems, he definitely wants to be known and he wants his name out there; he wants to be just like the other two and he definitely looks up to them already, but he aspires to be them.

He is so thankful for his divison members and he’s glad that they accepted him.

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Hifumi Izanami

Hifumi is a classic case of “fake it till you make it”; I really don’t know how he became one of the most popular hosts in Shinjuku, but it’s definitely about the fake confidence and the jacket is a comfort object for him that allows him to have that confidence.

He cooks all the time for his division members and he uses the catches from fish all the time, too. He even brings the lunches to their works for them.

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Extras

Since Hifumi’s always out so late, the others make sure he has everything he needs for whenever he wakes up and sometimes they wait for him.

They’re all in a poly relationship and I refuse to believe anything else; I mean, have you seen those “my room” dialouge in ARB? Fruity.

They probably all love to cuddle whenever they get the chance because they can’t do it often.

They definitely set up one day of the month for all of them to just be together.

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buster bros time!

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Ichiro Yamada

This may just be the Ichiro simp in me, but I think he has a very nice tummy that’d be nice to lay on; like a soft one if that makes any sense to anybody other than me.

He’s a very friendly person and if you’re close friends with him, he’s definitely loyal; he’d be willing to drop anything to help you kind of loyal, like he is to his brothers – all that, except the willing to die part.

I think he gets flustered easily and doesn’t know how to respond to compliments. That’s also probably the Ichiro simp in me.

Although he has to stop his brothers from ripping out each other’s throats all the time, he’s very proud of them and of their achievements, no matter what they are. He’s willing to praise them even for the tiniest things to make up for his absence in their lives.

He probably has a terrible sleeping schedule, but he could probably operate on pretty much anything. Two hours of sleep? That’s not an issue for him; he’s used to it.

He’s likely a cheapskate when it comes to himself, but when it comes to his brothers, he spares no expense if he can.

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Saburo Yamada

He has a superiority complex. I mean, just look at how he acts with Jiro – that’s enough proof right there.

He got into hacking and all of that computer stuff because it was interesting to him; he’s probably pursuing a career in it, considering just how good he is at it. I feel like he’d make a good white hat hacker that tests your website security, like Alma in Va-11 Hall-A.

Call him a library, because he holds grudges for years.

I think he just likes picking arguments because he think it’s funny and there’s nothing better to do when you’re stuck with your brothers (as somebody with a sibling myself, I can attest to that).

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Jiro Yamada

Anger issues. Yep, that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

Man probably goes dumpster diving to see what kind of treasures he can find; his room is probably full of that kind of junk.

He probably has greasy hair. It doesn’t matter how much he cleans it, it’s just greasy (as somebody with the same issue, go clean your pillows Jiro).

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Extras

Ichiro has to hold Jiro back from just punching Saburo all the time.

God, somebody save Ichiro from his siblings; with how much they bicker, he probably has taken so much ibuprofen to stop headaches in his life that he should be considered dead from an overdose.

Despite being assholes to each other, they all help each other out – Saburo helps Jiro with his work, Jiro helps Saburo with whatever he can’t do, and Ichiro takes care of the rest. It’s the only thing keeping their bond together.

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mad trigger crew, my beloved.

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Rio Mason Busujima

Rio’s very stoic and that often doesn’t break, so it’s very rare to see a smile on his face. He has different smiles for different things too – there’s the business one; one so he doesn’t look as intimidating, and the actual genuine smile that’s very rare to see, but it happens when somebody appreciates his food.

Rio’s not good at understanding emotions and it takes him awhile to process emotions; he goes quiet in these moments and it can be confusing for those who don’t know him, but once he’s thought everything out, he’s very smart about responding.

He’ll never fully adjust to a life outside of the navy and military.

Opposite to Dice, he finds the buzz of a city to be too distracting for his thoughts and he enjoys his solitude, but he doesn’t mind company at all.

Due to how his unit was broken up, he refuses to abide by H law and keeps his gun on him. Even Rio can be spiteful. However, he mostly uses it for hunting, which is why he’s so far out in the forest.

He definitely has a lot of scars and that’s why he often wears his fatigues; he doesn’t wana come off as off-putting. His cards without the jacket did him so dirty. Of course he’d have scars from fighting in World War 3.

He can come up with strategies on the spot and is a very quick-thinker when it comes to combat.

Despite how ruthless he is when it comes to rap battles and being an ex-navy, he’s actually a very gentle soul.

I feel like he’s asexual, but homoromantic.

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Samatoki Aohitsugi

He only uses the bad guy persona as a way to be left alone, but he’s actually a very kind person.

Despite being a yakuza, he actually abides to the H law and it’s probably only because of Nemu (however, this is only based off of the anime, so I can’t say for certain, but I haven’t seen anything in the manga disproving otherwise yet).

I just feel like he eats a lot throughout the day. I can’t explain this one, but he has the vibes.

He also knows how to cook quite well himself, and he does it for his division members sometimes.

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Jyuto Iruma

He’s very cocky because he knows he can get away with things; I mean, he’s the authorties, why wouldn’t he get cocky about what he can do? However, it’s somewhat annoying to Samatoki.

If he wasn’t a gay bastard, Samtoki and Rio probably would’ve been arrested long ago. Thankfully for them, he is a gay bastard.

He likes looking good no matter what; it helps his confidence, so he dresses up to go out anywhere.

His glasses are probably just reading glasses.

He likes spending money on expensive things.

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Extras

Samatoki and Jyuto are in a relationship. They’re so fruity that I’m sure I don’t have to explain this one.

Samatoki doesn’t approve of Rio dating Dice at all and it’s only because of Jyuto that Dice is still alive.

Rio is pretty much their marriage counselor; he has to constantly deal with them bickering, so of course he is. He’s pretty much the adopted child to save their marriage.

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Ships

Riodice

Samajyu

Poly Matenrou

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i will likely make a separate post for the ship headcanons because this will be much longer, but i think this covers all of them anyway, so here you go. enjoy.

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

70 George Weasley headcanons in celebration of 700 followers!

A/N: I hate to repeat myself but I do still love and appreciate all 700 of you! Thank you for reading my stuff and here’s to 700 more! <3 

Find the 70 Fred Headcanons: Here 

George is well known to be the brains behind the twins’ operations. He sorted out finding the location for the shop in Diagon Alley, he came up with most of the names for their products, even if Fred came up with the idea for the product itself, and for the longest time, he was the one who sorted out sales and orders for stocking their wares as well as overseeing the owl post-service while Fred sorted the more practical parts.

It might sound crazy, but if you ask George, he didn’t actually like Fred very much until they were about eight or nine years old. George was a lot more quiet and emotional than Fred and frankly, probably feared his mother more than his twin, and so George always thought Fred was too brash for his liking. Eventually, as we know, Fred’s crazy ideas rubbed off on George, and he started liking his twin more and more until they became the inseparable duo we know and love today. Mostly this was because the two found out how well they complimented each other, which meant that whatever they got up to turned out a lot better than when they’d attempt the same alone. 

Fred added an extra oomph to their escapades, daring to aim just a little higher, and George was sensible enough to make sure that a little higher wasn’t too high. 

It’s only their older siblings who noticed this change and remember the times where Fred and George didn’t get along as well as they did, which is why Bill, Charlie and Percy tend to treat the twins more as individuals whereas Ginny and Ron are more likely to see them as a duo. 

Since George is more sentimental, he’s also the bigger worrier. Did they like that joke? Did that prank go too far? Is this worth it and what are we going to do if it isn’t? He’s usually also the twin who’s more likely to step back and apologise to anyone they’ve pranked or teased, not liking the idea of upsetting someone.  

This also means he’s incredibly considerate concerning relationships, he’s not afraid to voice his concerns and worries. If his s/o is struggling with something, he notices, worries and tries his best to support them. 

Essentially, if their s/o is upset: Fred is more likely to make a joke to make them laugh and take their mind off it, George is more likely to take them aside and talk to them about it, letting them let their feelings out for as long as they need, he’ll listen for hours if that’s what his s/o needs. 

Speaking of letting feelings out: It’s been pondered if the reason George is the better beater, despite Fred being the more brash and extreme of the two, is because he uses the quidditch pitch as an outlet for his aggression and considering his anger doesn’t just involve beating bludgers but also resorting to elbowing people in the face (or beating Malfoy up) I’d say that this is incredibly true for him. Most people share the opinion that if something angers George, he’d let it build up until he explodes (myself included) and playing quidditch is a good way to let off steam without it being directed at anyone in particular, making him extremely violent on the pitch, though after every game he plays, he’ll probably be in his most zen and relaxed state of mind.

I do also like the idea of George being very emotionally mature in the sense that he knows how his feelings tend to build up, and since George is also a worrier, he probably doesn’t like the side of him that explodes in people’s faces and yells until he’s done being angry, so: He does try to confront his feelings as soon as he feels them so they don’t get a hold on him. If he’s angry with you, he’ll tell you, if he’s upset because of something that’s happened he’ll tell you. If he doesn’t and seems all quiet and broody (cause he’s not a saint and sometimes he doesn’t confess his feelings) then it’s probably a good idea that you ask him about it. 

George is also not afraid to cry, or at least he’s not as afraid to show it as Fred. He actually cried quite often as a small child, as Fred will happily remind him. The only times George will hold his tears back is when he doesn’t want to make the people he loves the most worry, like when he lost his ear. 

He was so close to crying he thought his throat would split open but he kept it in while his parents and Fred were there; he couldn’t bear to worry his mother more. Not to mention Fred for that matter. Instead, he waited until he was allowed to take a shower and let it out as quietly as he could, though little did he know Fred was standing guard on the other side of the bathroom door, crying as well. 

George doesn’t want a lot of children, he’s so used to the large family dynamic. It’s not that he disliked having many siblings but he’d prefer to have a few kids, three at most and be able to spoil them rotten. 

George has only broken one bone. It was his collarbone from a bludger. Besides that, he has dislocated his arm once due to hitting a bludger too forcefully from a wrong angle and sprained his ankle from landing too quickly more times than he can count. He’s also been concussed from taking bludgers to the head twice. 

George is actually a bit of a neat-freak. He likes having things in order and in the right place so he doesn’t lose track of things. He can’t put too many things in cupboards because if he can’t see them he’ll forget he has them and buy more and more (cause ADHD, baby), so instead he keeps things where he can see them, though in racks and specific orders which Fred often messes up.

Generally, once they moved out, George was better at doing the housework and he didn’t mind at all. Doing all the housework means it gets done the way he wants it done. 

His favourite season is winter and his favourite holiday is Christmas because it’s “a time for family”. 

George prefers Molly over Arthur (though it’s a tough pick), and he especially loves spoiling her once the shop takes off. He’ll buy her gifts often and always writes to remind her how much he (and Fred) appreciate her. 

He’d never admit it but he also does this as a way of proving himself to her. It really hurt him in those years where Molly would disapprove of his and Fred’s plans and even when he found success he still grappled with the feeling of his mother not being proud of him, despite her telling him that several times. All this just added to his disliking of Percy when he was at his going through his insensitive-git-phase.  

 George’s favourite time of day is the evening. When everything’s quiet and still he can concentrate better. He wrote most of his essays and came up with most products for the shop during this time. 

George loves intimacy. He’s not big on PDA. Cuddling alone together, being all tangled up in each other and having whispered conversations when everyone else is asleep are more his thing. 

He does love being close to you in public though, he’ll sit next to you, hold your hand, have an arm around you, lean his head on yours, bump his knee against yours under the table if you’re in a lesson or at a meal together. Small yet intimate touches are George’s romantic love language. 

George’s favourite sweet is chocolate. Anything with chocolate is good. If there’s caramel or coffee involved too then even better, mint is also accepted (his favourite flavour of ice cream is mint chocolate chip and he will fight you on why it’s the superior ice cream flavour) 

George prefers tea over coffee and drinks AT LEAST two cups a day but can easily have up to four or five depending on how long his day is. 

George takes a lot of naps. He’d occasionally nap at Hogwarts, like most students. He really started after he lost his ear because Molly kept fussing over him and forcing him to go lay down and rest, then it became even more of a regular thing after the battle of Hogwarts when he’d stay with Fred at st. Mungo’s, while he got better, and then when Fred forced him to go back to work because “sitting here, is not going to make my leg work, now go make us some galleons you git!” he’d work the shop mostly by himself, well, actually completely by himself beside his employees, which was still a small team at the time and he’d often just have to excuse himself to go upstairs and take 30 minutes to nap before he’d pass out from exhaustion. 

George struggles with some sensory problems since losing his ear, he gets a faint ringing sound in his ear every now and then, and though he can hear out of his missing ear, it’s less than his other one and he struggles determining where sounds are coming from which is distracting sometimes. He also got a bit of vertigo every now and then as well as some nausea for the first few years after he lost the ear, it got better and better and today it barely bugs him, though he gets dizzy easily.

On the subject of the ear: George enjoyed telling his nieces and nephews (and heck his own kids too) these wild stories of how he lost his ear: he paid it as a toll to an ancient spirit to gain superpowers, it froze off on a particularly cold camping trip with their uncle Fred, a bludger blew it right off, he was possessed by the spirit of van Gogh…. the list goes on. 

George was also slightly self-conscious of his ear for a while, he often worried if people were grossed out by it, though with time he forgot about it more and more until he hardly noticed it himself. Now he doesn’t notice if others notice and frankly, he couldn’t care less if they do.

Fred and George mention in OOTP that they took turns testing products, George tested puking pastilles and ended up taking several days off because of what Madam Pomfrey thought was a bad case of the stomach flu, nosebleed nougat (he said himself how it kept bleeding and at that point he let Fred do more testing because Madam Pomfrey was starting to get wayyy to suspicious of him having some terrible disease that was thought to be long gone) and fever fudge though Fred also tried that one. 

George takes after his mother as a parent, his platonic love language is definitely cooking for his kids, making them hot cocoa and baking with them during Christmas breaks. 

Does he fuss over his kids as Molly does? Noo, absolutely not no. no way. no. no. (yes)  

George’s boggart is being left alone. 

Despite that, he hates it when people assume that he and Fred are interchangeable and incapable of being without each other. He loves his friendship with Fred, he’s very happy to be his twin but he’s still his own person and it would be nice to be seen as such and not just “one of the Weasley twins” 

Mostly his hatred of being seen as “one of the Weasley twins” stems from the fact that people always assume Fred first, meaning George has been mistakenly called Fred more times than he can count. 

George is very timid, to begin with, in any relationships because he’s worried his s/o wants him to be like Fred, and that they don’t really care about him as a person but see him more as an asset or “the next best thing to Fred” Which is also why he’d never marry Angelina after she’d dated Fred, even if it was just for a while. 

George spent his first salary from the shop on a gift for his mother, a necklace, and a mixed bag of sweets from Sugarplums'...He knows it’s stupid but he just wanted to buy as much candy as he wanted without feeling guilty about spending money for once. 

George is not squeamish what so ever. He has got a stomach of steel. It’s almost kind of freaky how unfaced he is but then again, he did invent and test puking pastilles and a product called you-no-poo, so he’s seen a lot.

George’s favourite dates are movie nights and going for ice cream. 

George (and Fred) regularly attends quidditch matches, they also love to go back to Hogwarts to watch their kids play (you know at least one of their kids would be into it, considering the Weasley’s history with the sport) and they always yell out their support v e r y loudly. 

George really likes wine. The older he gets he appreciates it more and enjoys talking about it without any knowledge on it at business dinners, he’s impressed quite a few potential clients and business partners by giving them a long tirade about wine, without a single thing of it being necessarily true. 

George (+Fred and Lee, lol) experimented with eyeliner for a short while, they stopped because it was quote-unquote: “too much work” which made a lot of their female friends roll their eyes because, oh you’ve no idea, do you, Weasley?

I mean someone had to test the wonderwitch products, right?

George is a very light sleeper, and since Fred is anything but that- what with his sleepwalking and tossing and turning- George rarely got a lot of sleep, meaning there’s a large percentage of his detentions in school that were solely from “inattentiveness” aka “falling asleep in class.” 

George always thought that if he really really couldn’t work with the joke shop, he’d be a healer. He doesn’t know if he’d be any good at it but it’s a nice thought and he does have a caring gene from his mother. 

George’s first sign of magic was when he was a year old. He summoned a blanket into his crib, so it wasn’t much. His first noticeable thing he did was three years later by blasting Fred off him when they were play-wrestling, he basically shocked him with a defensive charge which sent Fred flying onto his back. Fred’s reaction was sitting up, looking shocked, rubbing his head and then whispering: “cool!” They spent days trying to recreate it but to no avail. The story of the event has been greatly exaggerated by both Fred and George to their nieces and nephews. 

They still joke that George has a secret superpower that can only be unlocked by play-wrestling him. 

As George gets older, he requires glasses like his father, though mostly for reading and sometimes for working on products. 

George’s favourite genre of music is soft rock, he’ll belt out an 80’s power ballad any day (and preferably while cooking) 

Oh, cooking. George gets super into cooking and baking after the twins move out, he tries his best to recreate his mother’s recipes and is still to this day attempting to perfect her cornish pasty (a personal favourite of his) and every Christmas, George and Molly practically never leave the kitchen in the burrow, as George desperately tries to learn everything he can. 

George is the godparent of all Fred’s kids as well as Albus, Dominique and Lucy. 

George buys the best gifts, I’ve already touched on this, but he has a weird ability to get you not only what you wish for but what you really need. 

Also, his gift wrapping skills are out of this world (his kids + nieces and nephews will never not receive those gifts that are wrapped in like 100 layers of paper)

George loves pet names, he loves the overly sweet, cliché ones and the simple, common ones. His favourite to call his s/o is darling, sweetheart and, weirdly, pumpernickel (he just thinks it’s a funny word).

George’s favourite dates he’d take his s/o on is: museum dates, cooking for them at home, picnics and going to the beach. 

George actually kind of liked the Hogwarts uniform. It was easy to keep track of and it meant he could spend minimum time in hand-me-downs that rarely fit perfectly. 

George would love to have (and probably has already got) a dog, he doesn’t care what size or breed (but personally I can see him getting on well with a cavalier or a Stabyhoun) 

George (also) has a small size kink: He loves wrapping his arms around his s/o from behind, enveloping them in his jacket when it’s cold and resting his head on top of theirs. 

George is either full of energy and wants to do five things at once or wants nothing more than to lay flat on the nearest soft surface he can find and watch movies until he falls asleep. 

He often takes his s/o on random adventures, he does it as a way to escape boredom or if he’s lost his inspiration. He finds it helps to come up with new ideas if you throw yourself off your rhythm (if you get it you get it) by doing something random you don’t normally do. 

George has big John Mulaney energy and if his s/o ever showed him his shows, he’d probably never stop quoting them. 

George’s favourite body parts on his s/o: Neck, hands, lips (and butt) (this is where it gets steamy just fyi) 

George is very respectful in bed, he’s the type to ask “are you ok?” and “is this ok?” a lot, at least the first couple of times he’s together with his s/o until he gets to know them better. 

George def. has a praise kink, he loves giving praise but he also loves feeling like he’s appreciated and loved and doing a good job, you know? 

We all know George has a thing for lace, we’re way beyond that at this point. Consider silk, though. He’d totally be into silk over the lace, it’s a light fabric, pretty and really easy to tear away…. *wink* 

George is surprisingly good at opening bras. 

Generally, he’s really good with his fingers…

He has a pretty dirty mind when it comes to sex but is also super embarrassed about it so he’d only admit his kinkier thoughts when he really trusts and knows his s/o. 

I think he’d be pretty two-sided in bed, he loves the intimate, sweet sex but also the rougher, tearing-your-lingerie-off-you sex. 

He prefers receiving more than giving oral but it is by such a small margin, he’ll happily give. 

He can only last one round (maybe two if you give him a long break) but he’ll absolutely make it count.

George’s fav position is missionary. As much as he likes trying other positions, he prefers the intimacy of missionary. Plus he thinks being able to see your face as you unravel under him is really hot. 

[amuhseen2003]

SANDERS SIDES KARAOKE: GOTHIC LITERATURE MUSICALS EDITION

Okay, so after four years of being in the Sanders Sides fandom, I’m going to attempt to write some headcanons. Here we go.

Since it’s well-known in fanon that the sides do have karaoke sessions, imagine what would happen if they sang musicals based on gothic literature.

Roman’s happy because broadway, duh, Logan is happy because it’s canon that he enjoys gothic literature since he dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster for Halloween, same reason for Virgil and Patton’s happy that his family is bonding. He made extra cookies for the occasion. He’s dangerous like that. 

(I headcanon that when Thomas had to write analyses of gothic literature novels for school, Virgil, Roman and Logan would work together to come up with stuff and write the best essays in class and Patton would be so proud of them)

I’m not going to count Les Mis because I’m not too sure if that counts as gothic literature and whilst the Hunchback of Notre Dame is indeed gothic (trust me I read that in a plane once. An entire, like, ten pages is dedicated to describing the scenery) I don’t think it became a broadway show.

Now this isn’t like their usual karaoke nights, no sir. Just idly remaining in the living room won’t do. Where is the gusto? The pizazz? The accolade winning extravaganza? The-

“We get it Princey, can you just get on with it?” - Virgil

No, this type of singing can only be accompanied with an atmosphere that will do it justice. To the imagination they go and with Logan’s (who has practically memorised every single one of these books and is not geeking out at all) input on how the novels describe each setting, Roman creates very intricate landscapes for each song.

When they sing ‘Alive’ from ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ Roman thought that it would be really cool for Patton to play Mr Edward Hyde since Hyde is literally the human id and Patton, being the embodiment of morality, is literally the superego (although to be fair, Patton is also shown to be quite childish and impulsive since he’s also the base of Thomas’ emotions and Hyde is impulsive because he’s a way for Jekyll to act on his own emotions - especially since the only crime that Hyde does in the book are him over-reacting with his anger by beating a man to death. And in the novella, Jekyll writes that he and Hyde are like father and son and that Hyde is actually younger than Jekyll is, he does have that sense of childishness that Patton has only instead of that childishness being good and helpful, it’s bad and hurtful. Plus in the soundtrack of Alive, whilst Anthony Warlow does sing about how good being evil feels like, he also sounds like he is crying tears of joy of being able to be himself, the first words post-transformation being freedom and anyways these are supposed to be fun headcanons not analytical headcanons so I digress…)

Anyways Patton is happy to play the villain because “look kiddos, Roman conjured up this really swell cape” “the correct term is cloak” “and check out this top hat and cane!” and he’s just belting out the words and froliking around Victorian London without a care in the world, making his cape swoosh in the wind.

“Patton I would advise you not to take your shoes off. This is nineteenth-century London with people dying of cholera by the dozens, your feet could catch a myriad of infections.”

“Worry not, specs, the scenery is merely an illusion. I would never allow for our dear padre to succumb to the villain of illness”

“Aww, thanks kiddo (cue Patton’s sunshine smile) now where was I? IT’S THE FEELING OF BEING ALIVE! FILLED WITH EVIL AND TRULY ALIVE!”

They have Logan sing ‘I Need To Know’ because a doctor of science singing about wanting to expand his knowledge and having that thirst to do whatever it takes to get said knowledge. That is a Logan Sanders song right there. At first he’s like “why do I have to sing. I was happy enough giving directions and helping you with the scenery” but Roman creates this big scientific library that could rival the one from Beauty and the Beast/ laboratory from that’s practically the identical to Jekyll’s lab in the book and he’s like “Fine” like he isn’t enjoying himself. He is. They all know it. He’s not fooling anyone

Patton and Roman sing ‘Bring on the men’ together (yes, whilst wearing dresses) whilst Virgil and Logan drink apple juice from those big british beer glasses in the mind-scape created Red Rat (which Logan is quick to point out doesn’t exist and is vocally upset at how the musical adaptation added unnecessary romantic subplots with Lisa and Lucy when the book itself only had three background female characters who were only there for like one paragraph. He’s even more upset at the other inaccuracies with the book like how in the play Jekyll creates his formula as a cure for mental illness and Hyde was accidental whilst in the book he did it because he wanted to indulge in sin without fearing the consequences and Hyde, whilst not being exactly what he wanted, was actually created on purpose or how in the book Hyde only kills one man and in the musical he kills practically everyone except for the one person he did kill. Virgil pats him on the back with sympathy). Roman and Virgil are sniggering at the sexual euphemisms at the end of the song whilst Patton’s confused. She just seems really enthusiastic about food.

Roman sings both parts of ‘Confrontation’ by himself. He gets a standing ovation.

He also does ‘Transformation’. The problem is that he was so good at sounding like he was in complete agony and near death that they had to stop the song prematurely because Patton was getting upset. Don’t worry, Pat gets lots of cuddles by Roman afterwords.

(You know what I might do some sides reacting to The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde later because 1. It’s my favourite book and 2. All four of them would have very interesting takes on it)

From the Frankenstein musical Virgil plays the criminal from ‘Say Amen’ because he wants to (seriously, the guy’s first words in the song are ‘I curse the day that I was born into a world so black with hate’) and Logan plays Victor Frankenstein but Patton refuses for his son to even pretend to be executed by the noose so they have Roman play a man wearing a british executioner outfit with a foam sword and the creative side just bonks the anxious side on the neck with it. Logan despairs about the historical inaccuracy from his place in the stands whilst Patton is cheering next to him. Patton also hands him an extra jumper to keep him warm in the Switzerland cold. 

“Patton, I am grateful that you are thinking of my health but no one in eighteenth century Switzerland wore bright blue jumpers with cartoon kittens on them”

“Really, Logan, are you paw-sitive?”

“I would like to change places with Virgil. Immediately” 

Roman and Logan turn ‘Birth to my creation’ into a duet because Logan enjoys the scientific aspect of it and Roman can’t resist the drama (of course). He goes all out. He makes Victor’s lab perfect to the smallest detail (and cheers when Logan’s eyes start lighting up and he does that cute clappy thing when he’s excited), he conjures a storm and makes lightning strike at the best moments of the song. He even creates a ‘wretch’ (what Victor calls the monster in the book. I’ve heard that it’s name is Adam but all I remember from the novel is Victor calling himself god and the creature his Adam) to lie on the table. 

“And we didn’t even have to go grave-robbing for it. Or drop out of University.” - Roman

“No matter how many times I wanted to.” - Virgil

Roman and Virgil do most of the songs from Dracula. The creative side creates this huge, expensive-looking window-balcony thing with glass double doors and billowing silk curtains so that he could dramatically sing ‘the longer I live’ whilst the wind blows through his hair and he dramatically drapes himself on the balustrade so that the light from the full moon hits his figure just right. Patton’s close to crying.

Logan is very eager to give as many facts as he can about nineteenth-century mental institutions for ‘The Master’s Song’. He gets really into the history behind certain treatments and different cases. Roman plays Renfield and the others play doctors. 

Virgil is super into Dracula’s castle during ‘Life after life’. He and Roman duet that song wearing all-black. Logan tries to help Patton’s slight fear by telling him the history behind different pieces of architecture.

Patton plays Christine during Phantom of the Opera

Roman, Virgil and Logan sing ‘A story told’ from The Count of Monte Cristo around a circular table in a dimly lit tavern. Patton takes pictures and drinks hot chocolate in the sidelines.

[snootsnoot-fiction]

Cookie Dough

Characters: Mark Renton x reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mention of drug relapse and overdose, and a little bit of smut. Otherwise fluffyflufffluff.

A/n: Recently been made aware it's the 25th anniversary of the Trainspotting film and suddenly felt like using it as an excuse to write a Renton fic in celebration (I mean, I really like the 5x tables too). I ended up channelling some of my fluffy needs into this

Summary: You and your boyfriend start the weekend by baking together...

It had been a fun few months. Quite the rollercoaster actually. Scary at times, but ultimately fun and providing you an experience you'll never forget.

You went to Scotland for a well deserved extended holiday. A holiday you intended to be as stress-free as possible. 

Your family was quite well off. Not tremendously, but enough for people to assume you were a little too privileged growing up. They didn't know what it was like behind closed doors. 

You were the black sheep in a strict family. That combined with virtually everyone else around you either despising or using you for money, you quickly came to realise your only true friend was loneliness. Over your teenage years especially, a bunch of bad habits were tried out, but none of them ever really helped. 

Finally having enough, you just left. You didn't leave any sort of explanation, it's not like they would care, right? Even though your family were only known within certain circles and the city you grew up in, you decided to cut off a lot of your long locks to help people to not recognise you. It was time for you to attempt to live a normal life away from the people that controlled your life prior. 

In your casual clothing and shorter hair, you had made your way to Scotland - a place your parents never seemed to like. Within the first week, you met a couple girls that ended up bringing you to a group night out with their boyfriends and mates.

~~~

There was a brief introduction. You looked at each man in turn; Spud, Sick boy, Tommy, Begbie, and Rents. They all gave you very different vibes, but you didn't have time to think over them before suddenly Begbie jumped right into telling a story a little too passionately. Not that you were paying much attention. 

The way Mark had looked at you earlier caught your attention. The both of you occasionally looked at Begbie to show you were listening, but you kept looking at each other. The more it happened, the more you wished you were sitting right next to him. Something about the man just drew you to him.

Eventually, after biting your lip during direct eye contact, you made the excuse you needed the toilet and that you'd get another round of drinks on the way back. You acted as though you were desperate to go to help make them think you'd be a short while.

Not too long after you reached the bathroom door, Renton appeared. You made sure the coast was clear enough before the both of you snuck into one of the cubicles. The second the door was locked, the man's large hands were on your face as he pressed a hungry kiss on your lips.

Next thing you knew, one of his hands was gripping your backside tightly, using it to grind into you particularly hard. The feel of his own excitement grinding roughly against you had you hot and desperate. It was you that started the action of getting rid of pants. After that, you had the best few minutes of your life.

You felt amazing and a million times lighter when you left that cubicle and went to go buy that round of drinks for everyone.

~~~

Of course, you ended up spending a lot of time with them while in the country. Growing especially close with Mark Renton. While the meeting between the two of you was dirty in every sense of the word, that sexual tension wasn't on your mind as much as you expected it to be as you got to know the guy. 

You brought each other so much joy, it wasn't long before you realised you were actually falling for him. The pair of you ended up dating. Taking your time, but not too long, you also entered an official relationship. 

The only thing you did want to take your time with was admitting how you truly felt. You couldn't quite explain it, but you wanted to wait until the right moment to say it. Both of you had been through a lot, and those were some serious words. 

The first heartbreak you felt was when Mark relapsed. It felt like you hadn't been quite enough even though you knew these things happened sometimes. 

Throughout it all, though, you stuck with him. Supported him. Renton was aware of just how lucky he was, and he had to fight the urge every day to tell you he loved you, in fear of scaring you off. He felt lucky enough to have you with him still, even after relapsing, and he tried hard to make sure you knew he appreciated that. 

It was when he overdosed that you experienced your biggest heartbreak yet. To almost have lost him hurt you in a way you never had hurt before. When his parents told you they were going to make him quit cold turkey, you agreed with it. You hated to think of the suffering he would go through, but you knew this might be the only way lest he not wake up next time. 

Deciding it was maybe time to try make a start on your own life, you moved down to London, leaving a message with Mark's parents about where you were going in hopes he'd follow suit when he managed to get clean again. 

That's exactly what he did.

Now, you and Mark each had your own comfy apartments and jobs in London. The pressure of your old lives behind you. Naturally it took a little while to get over how things had been left, but you were soon right back where you were before - bringing nothing but pure joy to one another. 

Both of you happened to have the weekend off, so you had decided to spend it at your place. Your week had been particularly stressful, so you felt awful to begin with when you got home on Friday evening. 

Your boyfriend called, quickly saying he was going to be a little longer, but not explaining why. There was already a spare change of clothes for him at your place, so you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't tell you what he was doing.

It wasn't long before there was a knock at your door. Getting up with a sigh, you answered. Only to be greeted immediately by Mark grabbing your face and giving you a quick kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you like he hadn't seen you in over a month. Your heart and body melted into him.

"I've missed you." He mumbled against your ear.

"We saw each other a couple days ago." Your words muffled against his chest, although you missed him too. Pulling away, the man held your shoulders as he looked at you in forced disbelief.

"Are you saying I'm not allowed to miss you?" He raised a brow. "No." He added with a finger to your lips when he saw you readying to respond. You both knew he wasn't serious. Letting go, he picked up a small bag of stuff off the floor and you closed the door after letting him in.

"What's in the bag?" You questioned as you followed him to the kitchen area. Renton didn't answer straight away as he took one item out at a time. You walked up to see ingredients to what you could only assume would be cookies. "Are you going to make cookies?" You questioned further. Mark turned to face you.

"We're going to make cookies."

"We're going to bake together?" You couldn't help the excited gasp. Baking together was always something you wanted to do with him. It was Mark Renton, so you figured it would be extra fun.

"We are." He, himself, couldn't help his excited smile at seeing how excited you were at the idea. You had seemed down when you opened the door, but that had apparently evaporated. 

Before you could say anything else, he turned around and pulled the last item out of the bag - an apron. Another gasp left you. You had one apron yourself, but seeing he had bought one himself only made the following events that much more exciting. 

The man threw his jacket and shirt off, allowing you a glimpse of his chest before he threw his apron on. Then all of a sudden your own apron was thrown at you, bringing you back to reality. Pulling it over your head, you saw your boyfriend smirking at you before moving to stand behind you and tie your apron. 

With Renton having no idea what to actually do, you took charge. It was when it got the cracking of the eggs that things really started to get fun.

Watching closely to make sure no shell fell into the bowl, you were completely unprepared for what happened once the eggs were in. Suddenly his sticky yolk fingers were on your cheeks and before you could react, he placed a kiss on your lips, chuckling at the stunned look on your face.

"Earth to Y/N, hello?" He teased after a moment, bringing you back to said Earth.

"...You got egg on my face!"

"Is there a problem?" Despite trying hard to keep a straight face, there was a small smile peeking through. You dipped your fingers - clean of course - lightly into the egg before simply wiping them on his face. 

"Not at all." You said, succeeding in keeping a straight face for now as you sorted the ingredients. Mark stared with a mix of confusion and excitement before helping again. Tonight was going to be fun. 

Before long, all the ingredients had been mixed together, and the both of you found yourselves looking down at the cookie dough thinking the exact same thing.

It was you who acted first. You acted as casual as possible as you dipped a single finger in to scoop a little out.

"Wanna try some?" You used the question as a guise, carefully lifting your finger up near his lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shrugged and kept it open for your finger. Smiling, you wiped the cookie dough on your finger all over his nose. 

Mark looked genuinely shocked for a moment as you giggled. Almost like a deer in headlights. After a moment, you unable to stop giggling, he started laughing too. 

"I love you!" The words fell out by themselves from his mouth. Now you were the deer in headlights. Your heart pounded and there were butterflies in your stomach. Realising what he had said, your boyfriend stopped laughing and looked around to avoid your shocked look. Then he looked at the bowl of cookie dough. 

Not bothering to hide his intentions, he dipped a finger in to swipe some himself. It took you a second to come back to reality as you saw what he was doing. 

"Wait! N-" You went silent as he smeared it, not only on your nose, but on your entire face. Now it was his turn to laugh as you processed everything that just happened, but suddenly you started to laugh as well.

"I love you too!" You laughed as you smeared the cookie dough from his nose all over his face. 

Neither of you really knew how to react, so you simply dissolved into fits of laughter until you could contain it enough to actually put the dough on a tray then in the oven. You and Mark Renton were smiling blissfully the entire time. 

A new kind of weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you were completely, absolutely, and undeniably in love.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Window Pain

It was late. Well passed the time you should’ve gone to bed. Your parents had said good night hours ago. It’s not that you hadn’t tried going to sleep, but there was a lot running through your mind. You were heading off to college in the next few days and memories of this summer were keeping you awake. The most cliched, amazing summer of your life.

Every moment that wasn’t spent saving money for college was spent with friends doing things they do in the movies. BBQ’s, bonfires, beach trips, all of it. Unfortunately, some of your friends had already had to move on to the next chapter in their lives, Taehyung being the next to go.

He was due to leave first thing in the morning, you’d already said your goodbyes earlier that day. It didn’t feel like enough. He had been your best friend for most of high school, glued together. You’d taken all the same electives, a lot of the same extra curriculars, even the same part time jobs. Now he might as well be moving a million miles away. It was going to be beyond weird to have to branch out and make new friends, he was always better at it than you were.

After trying and failing to fall asleep for another twenty minutes, you hear a soft tapping on your window. Attributing it to a bird or a branch, you roll to face away and pull a pillow over your ears. When the noise doesn’t stop, you start to get a little concerned. You contemplate fetching your dad from the other room to investigate, but soon realise how silly you will seem if you wake him just to shoo a harmless animal.

Taking a deep breath you wrap your duvet around your shoulders and shuffle towards you window. Tentatively you pull back the curtains, shocked to find someone else staring back. The sudden scare made you trip on the corner or your blanket landing you in a heap on the floor, staring up at a laughing Taehyung. Recovering quickly, you unlatch the window, and he pushes passed you inside.

“Are you insane?!” Your voice hushed to make sure your parents stay asleep.

“No.”

“You’re an actual idiot, could you not have text me? I thought I was going to die.”

“Do murderers usually knock?” he says the question with such a straight face anyone else might’ve thought he was serious.

“What do you want Tae?” you ask, moving back to your bed and curling into your blanket.

“I couldn’t leave tomorrow without seeing you again Y/N.” he sits cautiously on the edge of the mattress. “Not after four years of this will they/won’t they feeling.” Too overtired to take in the full weight of his words, you just stare back clueless.

“Tae being your best friend, I can usually follow any train of thought you are on, but this time you’ve really lost me.” Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him try to think of a way to better way to voice his problem. It’s so endearing to watch him think. His lips go pouty, and you can see every cog turning in his brain. He meets your eyes, and you can see the exact moment he figures out what he wants to say.

“It’s like that.” He is just pointing at you now, leaving you even more in the dark than before. You relinquish the warmth of your covers and shuffle to sit next to him.

“Tae, I don’t get…”

“You can’t not get it! You keep saying stuff like ‘You’re my best friend.’ or when people see us together you say, ‘He is just a friend’!”

“Did you climb in through my window just to yell about us being friends?” genuinely concerned for his mental stability now, you raise you hand to play with his hair like you always have done to calm him down.

“No, I just…. You just… you keep saying we are friends but then you look at me like that.” This time instead of just gesturing at your face, he places his hand on your cheek and forces you to meet his eyes properly.

“Look at you like what?” it’s barely above a whisper. You know what he is talking about. Of course you do. It has been blatantly obvious to everyone in your grade that you have been in love with Taehyung from the moment you met. You just never thought he had noticed.

“Look at me like… like you might feel exactly the same way I do.” His eyes are so full of hope. It would be hard to break eye contact even if he weren’t holding you there.

“I’m scared Tae.”

“Don’t think about it, just kiss me.” He presses his lips against yours. Its everything you ever thought it could be. Explosive fireworks and soft contentment all rolled into one. The kind of kiss that would make a girl’s foot *pop* if they were stood. The kind of kiss that shattered friendships. You back out of the kiss when the realisation hits. There’s no way to go back from here.

“I can’t lose you because of this.” It’s a genuine fear. The main one that’s held you back all this time. Why you never told him when you met, when you went on the school trip to Paris in junior year, earlier today when all you wanted to do was scream for him not to leave you. It took all you had to supress these emotions. If you were to go any further than this there would be no way to shut them away again. It’s either him forever, or never.

“You won’t lose me; you can’t lose me. And I can’t go to college without telling the girl I love that I love her.” The anxious twist in the bottom of your stomach explodes into butterflies. Every word you’d ever fantasized him saying to you was coming directly from him. Unless you weren’t having as much trouble sleeping as you thought. Before you get a chance to pinch yourself and wake up, he is kissing you again. Pushing you back onto the mattress and entwining your hands above your head. You’re not sure you could protest if you wanted to. He is far stronger, and your vocal cords have long since left the building. Luckily, you are exactly where you want to be. Content with anywhere as long as its in his arms.

His mouth moves from yours and trails along your jaw line, little whimpers falling from your lips in response. Something this simple should not be this sexy, and yet….

Each warm press of his lips against your skin sets you on fire. You long to touch him, run your fingers through his hair, drag your nails along his arms, anything, but he keeps your hands out of his way for now. It’s no secret that Taehyung has more experience than you. There had been the odd boy in your attempts to keep your feelings at bay, none of them ever made it passed second base though. Taehyung, on the other hand, had his fair share of cheerleaders and music girls hanging around him. its not something you guys had ever talked about in too much detail, but you were certain he had lost his virginity a long time ago. Like you said, Taehyung made friends very easily.

He finally releases your hands when he gets to the collar of your pj’s. you use your new-found freedom to bury into his thick curls, tugging lightly as he pushes your top upwards. You let go just long enough for him to take the shirt over your head. You don’t see where he throws it, too preoccupied with the fact his face was once again parallel with yours. Using the fabric of his shirt you pull his lips back to yours, using the momentum to flip yourself on top. He hits the bed with a small oof, caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness. You tear yourself away from him to take in the new view; his dumb boxy smile shining up at you.

His hands trail up your bare sides, cupping your breasts as he reaches them. His thumbs play with your nipples. Unconsciously, you grind down onto his hips. You feel his cock stir against your bum and can’t help but giggle at the sensation. You wiggle your hips again in hopes of receiving the same reaction. This time you are rewarded by a small escaping his lips. His hands leave their resting place on your chest and tangle into the mess that is your hair. He tugs you back down to meet him, shoving his face into your neck so he can bite on the sensitive skin there, marking you as his. With each rock of your hips, you feel him start to rock back. The friction added to the slight pain in your neck was amazing. You reach a hand down to play with the fly on his jeans. Before you get a chance to slide the zip down and explore further, he stops you.

“Y/N? have you done this before?” he brushes the hair back out of your face, the softest expression on his face, completely juxtaposed to the position you are in.

“No.” you admit sheepishly, suddenly feeling very insecure.

“Me either.” His admission surprises you, and apparently, it’s obvious as he laughs. “I could never get over the thought that it should be you. All of my first should have been you, but at least we still have this.” You nod and move to continue from where you left off, but he stops you again. “but not now.” You can’t stop the noise of protest as it escapes your throat making him laugh again.

“But you’re leaving tomorrow, and I don’t want to go to college without showing the boy I love that I love him.” you echo his words from earlier, hoping to gain brownie points at the same time as expressing how you feel for him. you’ve never been good at talking properly about serious feelings.

“I’m not going anywhere yet, I told my parents I needed a few more days here, I leave the same day you do. I want to take you out, on proper date before we go any further than this.”

“Fine but you are going to pay for the blue balls at a later date.” You kiss him once more before clambering off of his lap and settling into his side. He pulls the duvet over the two of you, shielding your topless form from the world and you find yourself drifting straight off in to the best sleep you’ve ever had.

A/N: sorry for the blueballs this was getting a little long

Feb request prompts - still open

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[david-talks-sw]

About the supposed “dig  at Rey” in the Mandalorian finale.

So a lot of people have taken to YouTube and social media, saying that Luke’s line about “talent without training (being) nothing” is a dig at Rey “bEcAuSe ShE’s A mArY sUe who’s good at everything and never trained!!”

No.

Quick recap: The Mandalorian is created by Jon Favreau, and he develops it with Dave Filoni (who created The Clone Wars with George Lucas, invented Ahsoka Tano, and created Star Wars: Rebels), among others.

As far as Dave is concerned, Rey is no different than Ahsoka, she’s not “OP”, she’s not a “Mary Sue”. He’s all for strong, independent, female characters.

He talked about this at the National Center for Women & Information Technology, you can find his full speech here. If you want to see the extracts specifically about Rey and female character in Star Wars, you can find it here (though I’d advise just ignoring the intentionally-triggering title and seeing the video for what it is).

All the backlash he saw about Rey? He saw it for Ahsoka too.

“Oh, she’s fighting Grievous and she’s only, like 13?! That’s so OP!”

“She feels like a Mary Sue written for a prequel based fan fiction.”

“Oh, she disobeyed an order from Yularen on Ryloth?! She’s so snippy!”

“Ugh, I hate her and her stupid voice!”

“She’s always pointing out stuff other characters have missed, like she’s so perfect! She's a Mary Sue with an annoying voice and personality.”

And honestly? I remember that period. People hated Ashley Eckstein and Ahsoka, just like they hated Hayden Christensen, and most Prequel-related content.

So no, that line is not a dig at Rey. If you expect that to ever come from Dave, big chance you’ll be disappointed. He is all for Rey, as a character (as am I, tbh). There may be issues with how she’s written, but none of it is related to her being too strong, or her being good at everything. Guess what? Captain America and Goku are good at everything too.

What The Mandalorian tackles, with that line, is a debate with bigger implications than just Grogu.

We get two sides of the same debate, from both Ahsoka, and Luke.

“I cannot train him. His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.”

“He is strong with the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the Child… but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.“

The subject they really subliminally tackle is:

Should Anakin Skywalker have been trained to be a Jedi?

On the one hand:

Anakin has the potential of being the most powerful Force-user in galactic history, as the Jedi know it. It’s just a matter of time before he accidentally Force chokes someone in a fit of anger, or when submitted to extreme stress. He needs to be trained to hone his skills so he’s not a danger to himself and others.

Jedi Training would also help him get over the trauma of growing up as a slave on Tatooine, as it is aimed at keeping your emotions under control, whereas Anakin isn’t even acknowledging their existence (he pretends he’s not afraid in front of the Jedi Council, and seems to be the only person in the room to think that he should hide his fears). His hidden fears, his anger… Jedi Training would teach him to confront them.

Also, there’s a big chance the Sith are back! If they let this kid just go out into the wild, who knows, maybe the Sith Lords pick him up and make him one of their own. Better to keep the boy close.

Anakin is a good boy, raised by a loving mother, with a kind heart. If anything, he’s got the drive to do good as strong as that of any Jedi’s. Him being down-to-earth more than your average Jedi can potentially make him the best out of all of them. He could bridge the distance between the Jedi and the Senate, he could lead the Jedi into a new age. If anyone could be the next, better and improved Yoda, it’s Anakin Skywalker.

On the other hand:

Jedi training is for Jedi only. AKA, it’s perfect if you’re raised in the temple at a very young age to be a diplomat/wizard who upholds the values of the Republic, in control of your emotions and in Balance with the Force. But if you’re not? Then the strict rules of the Jedi Order will basically seem like an insurmountable (bordering on unreasonable) obstacle.

Any normal person will see these rules as attempting to turn you into a sociopath. Because if you’re a normal person, they might. For all intents and purposes, Anakin is a super-powerful normal person. If they take Anakin in, 10 years old, with the attachments he’s formed (his mother), the emotions he represses, the trauma from his upbringing - all of which, in a normal person, are totally fine and common - and try to force him in a mold he just won’t fit in, that’s just a recipe for disaster.

Of all people, Qui-Gon Jinn - Mister “I’m always right because I follow the Will of the Force and you don’t” - who is not the most forthcoming of people, as opposed to Obi-Wan, is insisting that he should train the boy. You give a chaotic Master a chaotic Padawan? That’s adding extra ingredients to the recipe for disaster.

The BEST thing to do would be Qui-Gon leaving the Order with Anakin, and raising Anakin as his surrogate son, teaching him his values, rather than training him as a Padawan and teaching him the values of the Jedi (which he’s too old for and which essentially make the Jedi the Senate’s lapdogs). But Qui-Gon’s insisting that he train him as a Jedi.

Anakin’s mind is too fragile as it is. If they add the stress of being a Jedi to that too, there’s a big chance he won’t be able to take it, and bring about the destruction of everything they are, stand for and care about.

And, to be honest? Both points are fair.

Because Anakin was both…

… the best of them…

… and their destructor.

But then, should Grogu be trained?

In my (and Luke’s) opinion? Yes.

Ahsoka’s logic makes sense… but it only applies to how things were before, back when the Jedi served the Republic as Force-sensitive diplomats/ambassadors, making decisions that impacted whole planets and their billions of inhabitants, keeping the peace through mediation, and occasionally investigating a crime.

But in Grogu’s case… things are a bit different.

The Republic is gone.

The Jedi’s mission of upholding its values seems to be gone with it.

So literally any surviving Jedi, has a new mission: just help people.

Be it Ezra & Kanan helping the Rebellion during the Dark Times.

Or Cal Kestis, saving the Force-sensitive children.

Or Ahsoka, helping the village of Calodan, after the fall of the Empire.

Or Luke, literally being a space-vagabond/Jedi archeologist for 10 years and helping out wherever and whoever he can.

The Jedi no longer have to deal with planet-sized problems, or mediations, or investigations, because the New Republic hasn’t included them in its government, seeing as they have their rangers, now.

So now, the pressure of “upholding the Republic’s values” and “going on missions which impact billions of lives” is gone.

Now, the Jedi operate at a smaller scale and just help people out. As they did, before they became Republic officials.

Sure, they still keep their emotions in control, but that’s simply for the sake of living a healthy life, rather than for the sake of objectiveness and diplomacy.

In these circumstances? It’s totally fine for Grogu to be trained, as he should be.

The line was about the fact that training Grogu to hone his skills is fine, and should be done, before he becomes a danger to everyone around him.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms Anniversary Special

Today on Fate and Phantasms we celebrate our 1 year anniversary! If it wasn't for all our fans we'd probably have given up ages ago, so we're going with a fan-picked character! (Don't worry if yours didn't get picked this time around, we'll hold onto them for another day)

Now we're building Romulus-Quirinus, the divine ancestor of Rome and King of Nation Building!

They're an Order Cleric to make civilization building easy, and an Astral Self Monk to make clearing the way even easier.

Check out their build breakdown below the cut, or their character sheet over here!

Next up: Fear leads to hanger. Hanger leads to hate. Hate leads to... pocky??

Race and Background

Despite ascending to godhood, you start as a Human, which gives you +1 Dexterity and Wisdom, proficiency with Religion for obvious reasons, and the Fighting Initiate feat for unarmed fighting so you can punch real good.

You're also an outlander because it's hard to be anything else before the country's built. You get proficiency with Athletics and Survival.

Ability Scores

Everything should be 40, but we're going with the standard array to make arguing with your DM a bit easier. Make your Wisdom super high for a better time ruling people and smiting them, follow it up with Strength because you really like that fancy gold armor. Your Dexterity is also pretty good, because that armor is optional. Charisma helps with ruling people too, so keep that above average. This leaves your Constitution lower than we'd like, but we're dumping Intelligence. You are by no means dumb, it's just the score that affects the build the least.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: Starting off as a monk is pretty much mandatory so we have a martial weapon for the feat we just took, but this also means you start off with your first ascension's Unarmored Defense, adding your wisdom modifier to your AC while you aren't wearing armor.

Also while not wearing armor you can use Martial Arts, which lets you use dexterity instead of strength for your punches and you can attack as a bonus action if you attack with your main action. It also gives you a d4 martial arts die, but your fighting style is better, so...

On top of all that, you get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as History and Insight. You kinda are history.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks get Unarmored Movement, making you a little bit faster without the giant gold platemail. Aside from that, you get Ki points equal to your monk level per short rest, which you can spend to attack twice, dodge, disengage, or dash as a bonus action. You get something next level that is way more useful though.

3. Monk 3: Third level monks can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, rendering arrows and slingshots slightly less effective. You also gain the Arms of the Astral Self, letting you beef up your arms as a bonus action. Your anchor arms last for 10 minutes, and while active you can use wisdom instead of strength or dexterity to make attacks and strength saves/checks. You also get a long range on your unarmed attacks, and they deal force damage instead of bludgeoning. I'd love it if it was radiant, but force is kind of an upgrade, so I'll take it. The cool part is you can totally use this with armor, which will be useful in a bit.

4. Cleric 1: Oh hey it's useful now. As an Order Cleric you get proficiency with Heavy Armor, as well as Persuasion to make getting those pesky zoning ordinances in order a bit easier.

You also become a Voice of Authority, meaning that if you cast a spell targeting one or more allies, one of those allies can use their reaction to attack, because there's nothing more romantic than giving your all on the battlefield.

Speaking of, you can cast and prepare Spells now using your Wisdom. For cantrips, grab Thaumaturgy for religion funnies, and Resistance to make yourself a bit tougher than is reasonable. You also get the cantrip Hand of Radiance for a shinier punch. It's a melee range spell that deals 1d6 radiant damage if the target fails a constitution save. It's not as powerful as your punches, but it ignores armor!

You also get first level spells, and your freebies are Command and Heroism, great for when you need to build Roma from the ground up. Some other good city-building spells are Ceremony, Create or Destroy Water, and Purify Food and Drink.

5. Cleric 2: Second level clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest. You can either use the classic Turn Undead to wig out any undead who fail a wisdom save, or you can issue Order's Demand to charm nearby creatures for a round. You can also force those creatures to drop whatever they're holding.

6. Cleric 3: Third level clerics get second level spells, like Hold Person and Zone of Truth. You can also use Continual Flame to make eternal torches, Calm Emotions to settle disputes peacefully, and Spiritual Weapon to not settle things peacefully.

7. Cleric 4: When you finally get your first Ability Score Improvement, bump up your Wisdom for a better unarmored AC, Astral Arms attacks, and spells. You really like wisdom, it's good to you.

You can also use Guidance to make yourself a little better than everyone else at ability checks.

8. Cleric 5: Fifth level clerics see their Turn Undead turn into Destroy Undead, instantly destroying undead of CR 1/2 or lower who fail their wisdom save. You also get third level spells, like Mass Healing Word and Slow. I'd also suggest Clairvoyance for a bit of omniscience, Daylight for the aesthetic, and Spirit Shroud for a bit of power building. It's fine, beating up a god needs power building, so it's in character.

9. Cleric 6: This level lets you Channel Divinity twice per rest, and you become an Embodiment of the Law, letting you cast enchantment spells as a bonus action instead of an action. You can speed things up this way Wisdom Modifier per long rest. Now you can hold someone down and slap the shit out of them in the same turn!

10. Cleric 7: Continuing the trend you've probably figured out by now, seventh level clerics get fourth level spells, like Compulsion and Locate Creature. You can also use Control Water to make your harbor more or less hospitable.

11. Cleric 8: As an eighth level order cleric, your Divine Strike lets you add psychic damage to one of your attacks each turn. Since this applies to a "weapon attack" and not a "melee weapon attack", your fists qualify. Yes, they are a melee "weapon attack", not a "melee weapon attack". Makes perfect sense.

You also get another ASI, which will let you max out your Wisdom for so many good reasons. Punching, spells, AC, they're all a bit better.

Destroy Undead also kills creatures of CR 1 or lower now.

12. Cleric 9: Ninth level clerics get fifth level spells, like Commune and Dominate Person. You can also use your Noble Phantasms on the offensive thanks to Flame Strike, or on the defensive as Mass Cure Wounds or Hallow. The former is basically a giant laser, the middle one is Cure Wounds But Multiple People, and the latter will turn an area into a great spot to build a city. As long as you aren't building a city for Celestials, Elementals, Fey, Fiends, or Undead.

13. Cleric 10: If you're tired of slapping people around with a hand of radiance, you can just use a Word of Radiance instead! It's literally the same thing as Hand of Radiance, but it uses a holy symbol instead of somatic components.

That being said you can also use Divine Intervention now, letting you call up your god (read: you) for a favor once per day. It only has a 1 in 10 chance of succeeding, but if it does the DM's the limit on what kind of help you'll get. After getting help you have to wait a week for it to recharge. You’d think you’d be willing to call in favors for you more often, but I’m not a god, so I wouldn’t know.

14. Cleric 11: Eleventh level clerics get sixth level spells, and sadly we're out of freebies. That being said, you could use Sunbeam for a reusable Per Aspera Ad Astra, or create a Heroes' Feast for a good time on the town.

Also, your Destroy Undead bumps up again to CR 2.

15. Cleric 12: This ASI will bump your Strength up, both so you can have stronger attacks when your Astral Arms are down, and so you can wear full plate armor without an issue.

16. Cleric 13: With the advent of seventh level spells, we finally get the only cleric spell in the game that actually lets you build a structure. Temple to the Gods lets you build a temple of your own design within a 120' square, and while it normally ends a day later, casting the spell in the same spot for a year makes the spell permanent. Honestly 1 building a year seems a bit slow for a city, I'd suggest just building them the old fashioned way. You can also use Divine Words to send extraplanar creatures back to where they came from, and you weaken other creatures with status effects dependent on how many hit points they have left.

17. Cleric 14: Destroy Undead kills CR 3 creatures now. Not fancy, but at least those skeletal owlbears will leave you alone. Also your Divine Strike is better now.

18. Cleric 15: Eighth level spells are always fun. You can now do stuff like Control Weather, cause an Earthquake, shed a Holy Aura to protect allies, or use a Sunburst to launch a big blob of light at enemies.

19. Cleric 16: Use your last ASI to become Tough for an extra 38 HP. The one problem with cleric; super squishy class.

20. Cleric 17: Your capstone level is surprisingly busy. Your Destroy Undead hits CR 4 creatures, and you can invoke Order's Wrath on creatures when you hit them. If you hit a creature with your Divine Strike, you can curse them until the start of your next turn. If an ally hits the cursed creature, they take another round of Divine Strike damage!

And that's not all! You also get ninth level spells! None of them particularly scream "Romulus" to me, but I mean you're a god, you can use whatever you want.

Pros:

You might only have one attack per round, but you really make them count. Each swing deals 3d8+5 damage per hit, and they deal psychic and force damage, two of the hardest types to avoid. And that's all before you get into spells to buff yourself like Spirit Shroud. It's not flashy, but it is consistent.

You've got a maxed out casting modifier and plenty of charming spells, meaning you're pretty good at controlling others.

Embodiment of the Law is huge, it lets you buff and debuff as a bonus action, freeing up your main action for direct support or combat.

Cons:

With only three monk levels, you don't have a lot of Ki to go around. You'll probably have to save all of it for your Astral Arms, as you're a lot weaker without them.

On a related note, multiclassing the way we did is also pretty awkward. The 20th level of cleric is super powerful, and if we spent two more levels as monk you could attack more often per turn and get more ki points.

Your constitution isn't great, meaning you can drop concentration easily and you're kind of squishy for a god. That's especially not good considering your main form of combat is slapping people in the face.

[cherienymphe]

Crossfire II (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, slight sexual violence (choking), eventual kidnapping

PLEASE DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

summary: You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price.

~

“Steve!” you called as soon as you stepped in the house.

He didn’t answer, and you hummed as you shut the door behind you. You could hear his voice coming from the living room though, low and hushed. You rounded the corner just in time to see him hang up the phone, blue eyes landing on you. You threw him a smile, to which he nervously returned.

“Hey. Work stuff?” you guessed.

He nodded, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he answered, giving you a quick peck on the cheek as you approached him.

“So, the day sort of slipped away from me before I knew it, but don’t worry about food. I got us takeout,” you giddily said as he walked you into the kitchen.

He was unusually quiet as you set the bag down on the counter, prepared to start setting the food out.

“You went to the diner?”

“Yeah! The girl who works there, Wanda, is the sweetest. She threw in some extra fries for free. I know they’re your favorite,” you added, throwing a smirk over your shoulder.

You paused, taking in his unreadable expression, arms crossed over his chest. His jaw was tense, and you watched his cheek poke out as he stuck his tongue in it, a habit he picked up when he was frustrated…or angry. You slowly turned around, approaching him with an inquiring look.

“Steve, what’s wrong?”

He heaved a sigh when you took his hand, gently rubbing the fingers of your other hand over his skin. His eyes were hard as he held your gaze.

“You see anybody at the diner?”

You blinked, remembering the whole ordeal with…Bucky.

��Yes, actually. Your friend Bucky said…”

You trailed off when he ripped himself away from you, pacing the kitchen with his hands on his hips in that sexy way you normally liked.

“…hello,” you lamely finished.

He didn’t respond, and you noticed his shoulders heaving.

“Steve?”

He turned to face you, face reddening a bit as he stared you down.

“If you see him again…if he approaches you, at all…you call me,” he demanded.

“Woah, woah. Steve, what-? What are you talking about?”

You approached him, and he gripped the tops of your arms, and you winced at the tight hold. His blue eyes were serious, and you swallowed at this never before seen side of him.

“I thought he was your friend…”

“He is not my friend,” he spat. “None of them are…”

Your eyes widened at his confession, fear seizing your heart as you remembered how close Bucky had been to you today. His strange behavior… You always liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe in Bucky’s mind, they were still friends. Maybe the bad blood was only on Steve’s end. Either way, you hated seeing Steve like this and would respect his wishes.

“Okay,” you relented. “Alright. If he approaches me again, I’ll call you.”

That seemed to relax him for a bit, and his face softened, loosening his hold on you. You threw him a small smile as he gently rubbed your arms.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I just… I wish that you had been honest with me from the beginning,” you whispered.

He forced a smile, nodding at you.

“You’re right. I just thought that I could ignore my past when I came back here. The last thing I want is for you to get involved in any way. Bucky shouldn’t have approached you, at all.”

He briefly kissed you before pulling away, walking towards the counter. You watched him as he finished taking out the food, and you suddenly wondered what his past entailed. You wondered what had happened to bring out that sort of reaction in him. You didn’t want to pry and trusted that he would tell you in his own time.

However, as you watched him set the table, you wondered how he knew that you’d ran into Bucky at all.

 ~

You spent the next day at home. It was the middle of summer, and you were grateful you’d have time to get your house in order before school started. Steve had left early for work. He’d bought a local business in town and was in the process of taking over. You smiled fondly as you remembered the way he’d fucked you against your silk sheets this morning before he’d left with a lingering kiss on your cheek.

You were glad that he seemed to be feeling better, but a frown fell over your face when you recalled his uncharacteristic behavior yesterday. Sure, Steve got mad sometimes, but you had never seen him like that before. His eyes had been wild, and he almost looked as if he had been restraining himself. From doing what? You didn’t know.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door, and confusion filled you. You slowly stood before realization hit you, and you chuckled. Back in New York, Steve had the most awful habit of forgetting his house keys, and it seemed like he had yet to kick it. You pulled the door open with a grin.

“Steve, when are you…?”

Your words died in your throat as you came face to face with someone who was most definitely not Steve. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest as your eyes connected with familiar blue ones. They were so much like Steve’s, except they weren’t. They were colder and hid his intentions well.

Bucky was dressed similarly to how you saw him yesterday. Only today, he had forgone the leather jacket, muscular arms on display as the dark tee hugged his frame. There was a faint smirk on his lips, and you went to shut the door, but he threw his hand out, stopping you.

“Let’s not be rude,” he teased, pushing back.

You grunted as you stumbled back, but you blocked the doorway as you glared at him.

“Steve doesn’t want you around. Besides, he’s not even here…”

His smirk grew, and you gasped as he pushed his way past you with ease.

“Oh, I know…”

You reached out to grab him, determined to pull him back outside when his hand shot out and gripped your wrist. You winced as he squeezed, and dread filled you when he used his other hand to reach back and close the door. He let you go, and you stumbled away from him.

You glanced around for your phone, but unfortunately, you both spotted it on the coffee table at the same time. He grabbed it before you did, and he held it out of your reach.

“Relax, doll. I just want to talk,” he said, making himself comfortable on your couch.

You crossed your arms over your chest, fear gripping you. You were alone in your house with this strange man. A strange man who happened to be a former friend of Steve’s who Steve did not want around. Clearly, there was a reason for that, and you didn’t want to find out what it was.

“I told you already that Steve isn’t here…”

He chuckled, pocketing your cell phone, eyes trained on you.

“I’m here to speak with you.”

You blanched, taking a step back.

“Me? What could you possibly have to talk about with me?”

He ran his hand through his hair, using the other to gesture to the couch beside you.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You glanced at the door then him and back again. His chuckle forced you to look at him only to find him grinning at you.

“You won’t get far, and I’d hate to have to restrain you. I can only imagine what that would look like if poor Stevie walked in…”

You clenched your jaw, eyes watering a bit. He gestured to the couch again.

“Really, I’m just here to talk to you,” he reassured.

Reluctantly, you lowered yourself onto the other couch, hands in your lap. He studied you, running his eyes over you as his smile slowly curved into a smirk.

“You seem like such a nice girl,” he noted, voice low. “How’d you meet Steve?”

You figured there was no harm in humoring him.

“We ran into each other while I was on the way to a doctor’s appointment,” you responded.

He hummed, glancing around the house.

“How long you two been together?”

“Almost two years,” you quickly answered. “Look, I don’t know what you want from me-.”

“Steve took something of mine many years ago…and I want it back,” he interrupted.

You frowned, tilting your head at him. He rested his eyes on yours, that smirk still in place as he spread his arms over the back of the couch.

“…and you, being the sweetheart that I know you are, will convince him to return it to me.”

“I really think that this is something you should talk to Steve about. I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I’ve never been able to make Steve do anything he didn’t want to do.”

You stood, and he stood with you, eyeing you.

“Steve doesn’t want you around-.”

“You always do what he says?”

Anger filled you, and you glared at him. He only stared at you in amusement.

“No. We’re married, and that’s what marriage is about. Its give and take. Compromise. I have no problem respecting his wishes because I don’t know you. I have no reason to want you around.”

He walked towards you, eyes traveling over your frame.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

You huffed, backing away.

“I’ve been polite. More than you deserve. Give me my phone back and leave,” you demanded.

“I’ve said what I needed to say. Talk to Steve…and maybe I won’t have to talk to you again,” he said, making his way towards the door.

When he opened it, you both were met with the sight of none other than Steve, hand poised to open the door. His face was already contorted in anger before the door even fully opened, and you knew that he must have recognized the bike outside.

“Steve,” Bucky greeted. “Long time no see. I love what you’ve done with the place…”

Steve’s eyes met your wide ones, and his jaw ticked.

“Y/N, stay inside. Bucky…a word?”

You watched as the door closed behind them, apprehension filling you. You made your way to the window, peaking out of the blinds to see them having a heated discussion. You swallowed and backed away, making your way to the kitchen as you chose to distract yourself.

Confusion filled you as you wiped down the already pristine countertop. You didn’t understand anything. Steve didn’t seem like the type to take anything from anyone, but then again, he’d told you himself that he was a much different guy back then. You figured whatever he took must have been important, otherwise why would Bucky behave in such a way? Why would anyone behave in such a way?

You bit your lip as you heard the door open, the familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine starting up a moment later. Steve’s steps were heavy, and you turned to face him as he made his way into the kitchen. You noticed your phone in his hand, and you approached him, sighing in relief. He held a hand out, and you slowed, eyeing him with worry.

“What was he doing in here?” he asked through clenched teeth.

You frowned.

“Steve…he just… He just came in. I thought it was you, I thought you’d forgotten your keys…”

He huffed, slamming your cellphone onto the counter.

“I tried to call you, but he took my phone,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes, and there was that expression again. He looked like he was restraining himself, forcing himself to calm down. When he opened his eyes, his expression was softer. He reached out to you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“Y/N…do you see what I mean, now? He is…dangerous,” he confessed. “They all are.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours.

“You could have been hurt. You don’t know what he’s capable of,” he murmured into your mouth.

You slowly pulled away, glancing away with a sigh.

“What is it?”

“Steve…did you take something of his?” you asked, looking at him.

His lips flattened, and he stared you down.

“What?”

You licked your lips, hand resting on his arm.

“He said that you took something from him and that he wants it back…,” you trailed off when he pulled away from you.

He turned around with a huff.

“Steve, whatever it is… I think he’s going to keep coming around, so I think that you should-.”

“I can’t just give it back, Y/N. It isn’t that simple,” he sighed, turning back around.

You eyed him, and he looked at you with soft apologetic eyes. He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. This isn’t your problem, and I promise, he’ll never come here again. You must have been terrified…”

You wrapped your own arms around him, closing your eyes.

“I don’t want you to ever feel unsafe in your own home again. I’ll take care of this. I promise.”

 ~

It was clear that Bucky’s impromptu visit and the things he’d said had really gotten to Steve. Clearly Steve was being reminded of his past, and whatever it entailed, he didn’t like it. He was tense…angry…frustrated. And it showed.

You gasped when his fingers dug into your neck, the sound of slapping skin the only noise in the quiet room. His face was taught with tension, teeth bared as he slammed into you, and the bed knocked into the wall under the weight of his thrusts. You felt the slightest discomfort at his harsh pace, but not enough to worry you.

Steve was stressed. When he planned to move back to his hometown, he probably hadn’t expected all of this. He’d expected to come here to settle down into a nice peaceful life. His past slapping him in the face at every turn so far was probably really getting under his skin.

You reached up to grip his arm when his hold tightened, and you let out a strangled moan. You could hardly breathe, but the way his unrelenting cock slid inside of you had your toes curling. His entire body was slick with sweat, and you couldn’t remember how long he’d been hovering over you, rolling his hips against yours again and again.

You only knew that he’d snuck up on you in the shower. You had welcomed him with open arms and a smile. You had thought that was it, but when he proceeded to carry you out of the shower, you figured tonight would be one of those nights that never ended. However, you hadn’t been expecting this. You dug your nails into his arm, eyes watering just a bit.

Your sex life was far from what some would call vanilla, but this was crossing into uncharted territory. Your other hand gripped his hip, digging your nails into the skin. He leaned down to rest his forehead on the pillow, the sound of his harsh breathing filling your ears.

“S-Steve,” you gasped, lips parted in fear.

You couldn’t breathe, and Steve wasn’t paying attention, too focused on bringing both you and himself over the edge. His other hand wrapped around yours, pulling it away from his waist and pinning it to the bed. You cried out, nails dragging along his arm now, and you just knew you drew blood.

“Steve, Steve,” you forced out, barely audible.

Something in you snapped, and you clenched around him, milking him as he came inside of you with a loud moan, grip unrelenting. You blinked and darkness filled your vision. When you opened your eyes again, you were in Steve’s arms, his worried face staring down at you.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

You groaned, and he sighed in relief, blue eyes wide with worry as he cupped your face. He was leaning against the headboard, and he briefly threw his head back before adjusting you better in his arms.

“I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, peppering kisses all over your face.

Your breathing was labored, and despite the severity of the situation, you tried to reassure him.

“It’s okay. Steve, you’re…you’re stressed. Things were crazy today, it’s okay-.”

“No, no, it’s not okay. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I just… My mind was somewhere else,” he panted.

Steve never cursed. Maybe once in a blue moon, but he always said he hated that kind of talk. You reached up, brushing a blond strand away from his forehead. His eyes were troubled as he stared down at you, and you sent him a strained smile.

“Steve…I’m fine. I promise.”

“I could have killed you,” he breathed, leaning over to rest his forehead against yours.

“Steve, I’m okay. We’re okay,” you murmured, reassuring him.

Something in you couldn’t help but wonder though. Were you okay?

~

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