#sorry was feeling a little angsty…. still hot however

[stevenose]

yes and imagine high!steve and you going at it for so long the buzz starts to wear off and neither of you notice because it just constantly feels soooo goood meanwhile reader's half asleep and he's lazily humping into you... 🤭🤭🤭

😳😳😳 omg. (following up on my earlier post about best friend!steve)

you wake up, dazed, sore. you’re on steve’s lap. his head is back against the couch and he’s out.

after a moment of admiring him, you realize he’s still inside of you. you’re sticky and hot. steve’s not hard inside of you - you can tell just from the lack of stretch. you shift to move off of him, but it makes him stir; and within thirty seconds he’s filling out again, doe eyes opening softly.

you lean against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. his own wrap around your waist, and he thrusts into you, slow and deep. the stretch is back, making your already spent walls even more sore, but you’re not about to tell him to stop.

“you still high?” he grumbles.

you pause. “yes.”

because if you tell the truth - that you’re quite sober at this point, only residually high - then you’d have to talk about what you’ve done in the morning.

steve yawns, presses up into you and stays there, balls pressed flush against your ass again. “me too.”

“maybe we shouldn’t,” you whisper. you don’t want to find yourself in this position in the morning when you’re both definitely sober.

“i want to be close t’you,” he mumbles back, but he stills. “do you wanna be close to me?”

you nod slowly, letting yourself relax back into him. “i do.”

he tilts his head to press a kiss to your cheek. “go back t’sleep, i’ll take care of you.”

[spencerlicious]

Hi! I noticed your requests open and I had an idea rattling around my brain where Spencer is trying to break things off to protect reader from the dangers of his job but she won't let him and it's angsty but with a happy ending oh pretty please?!?

thank you for your request!! sorry it took literally forever lol

protect you

spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n (one time, i'm so sorry it was necessary), a little bit of angst, that's it! lmk if there's anything i should add!!

w.c.: 0.8k

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He was acting distant, and you could tell.

You were used to Spencer coming home from a case exhausted, but he would always kiss you softly, telling you how much he missed you and occasionally even sharing a few details from the case.

When he arrived to your apartment this time, however, it was different. You heard your door being unlocked, and you dropped the pan you'd been washing into the soapy water. "Hi, Spence," you say happily, going to greet him.

He kicks his shoes off gently, the slightly beat up converse landing next to your own shoes. Finally looking at you, Spencer forces a smile. "Hi," he says quietly, pulling his messenger bag off and hanging it above his shoes.

Your expression falters slightly- he's usually more enthusiastic about seeing you. "How was the case?" you ask, hoping to gain some insight as to why he's acting this way.

He takes a deep breath before responding. "Really rough." Spencer bypasses you and sits on the couch, picking a book up off of your coffee table and thumbing through it. You watch as he walks past you without touching you, your eyes narrowed in confusion.

In an attempt to make him feel better, you head back into the kitchen to make him a cup of tea. The water begins to heat as you put pieces together in your head. He'd barely called or texted on this case, didn't let you know when the jet had landed, and now he was very closed off. You drop the tea bag into the mug and walk over to the couch where Spencer is reading.

"I made you some tea," you say, offering the mug to him as you sit next to him on the plush sofa.

"Oh, thank you," he looks up from the book and takes the mug, barely even looking at you.

You sigh. "Spencer."

He looks at you finally, eyebrows raised. "Y/N?" he answers.

"What is going on with you? Even on really bad cases, you're still excited to see me..." your voice wobbles.

He frowns slightly, taking a sip of the hot tea. "I am happy to see you," he begins, "but I don't think we can stay together."

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. "What?" you stutter, your eyes becoming glossy. The atmosphere of your apartment - usually very warm and cozy - is suddenly cold and closing in.

Spencer looks at you awkwardly. "It's not that I don't like you, I really, really like you, but my job is so dangerous, and this case reminded me of how much danger I put you in by being in a relationship with you," he says, his eyebrows knit together as his lips turn into a frown.

Tears draw jagged paths on your cheeks, and it breaks Spencer's heart to see. "I don't understand," you finally say. "Your job has nothing to do with me."

He takes a deep breath and sets the mug down on the coffee table, before reaching for your hand. His fingers intertwine with yours. "On this case, the unsub was targeting the family members of people he'd perceived as doing him harm. Wives, children, pet...it was awful." He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "I don't want you to ever be put in a position like that just because of my job. I look around the team and see how much some of my friends have lost, and I couldn't bear to lose you like that."

You bring your hands to your face, wiping away the tears that are falling. "So you want to break up?" Your voice is shaky as you try to come to terms with what Spencer is saying.

His head shakes. "No, no, I don't want to break up with you," he struggles, "but I'm scared for what could happen."

You push the tears away again, continuing the motion to also push your hair back. "I'm not scared," you say. "How could I be when I have my scary FBI agent boyfriend to protect me?"

You and Spencer both laugh, and it breaks the tension slightly.

"I can't always be there to protect you," he says.

"I can hold my own, you know?" you say, half laughing. "I really don't want to break up, Spence."

He nods. "I don't either."

You move across the couch and he pulls you into his lap. "Two out of two votes, I concur that we're not breaking up," you say, kissing his cheek.

Spencer grins at you softly, admiring your humor. His fingers come up to your cheeks to wipe away the paths that your tears carved. "I'm sorry I freaked out," he says.

You rest your forehead against Spencer's. "It's okay baby, I understand. I'm glad we talked about it. Maybe from now on we try to communicate more while you're away on cases that way you know I'm okay?" you say, cocking your head to the side with a small smile.

"I'd like that," Spencer says before kissing your lips gently.

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed! not really sure how i feel about this one, i'm trying to get back into writing more consistently and i'm sure my fics will get better over time, haha.

i totally think spence would be suuuuper protective over reader, so this is totally a plausible scenario. than you again for your request <3

[doveentrails]

Slice of life w/ Art 🫶

What it's like when Art comes home from killing people...

Was originally just going to be a fluffy and domestic slice of life AU where Art visits periodically, but got a little bit angsty, you let Art see you cry for the first time and admit how much you care abt him.... it's cute

word count: 2300 (gn reader)

You're at home chilling out however you like to relax (maybe knitting, reading a book, watching TV...). Whatever it is, the vibe is very relaxed and you're enjoying your solitude. Maybe you just took a hot shower, ate your favorite dinner... Things are great and you're feeling super zen.

Your peace is suddenly interrupted by the front door crashing open. You weren't expecting Art to be back, but you know it could be no one else. Immediately you run through the mental list of things you might have to worry about: How much blood is he about to track through the house? Did he break the fucking door down again instead of using the key you gave him? Did he get hurt, and if so, how badly? Did he bring any body parts with him? The list goes on, but those are the general concerns.

You get up to see what fresh hell you're about to be met with.

Art did in fact break your door again: check one, and he is absolutely drenched in blood: check two. To get the remaining answers to your questions, you'll probably have to interrogate him a bit. Especially about the body parts - he's been known to hide those, leaving you to discover them when they really start to smell.

He moves to sit down at the kitchen table.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on," you stop him. "Get a towel first." He rolls his eyes and goes to retrieve one of the black bath towels you purchased for situations like this. You call them his nasty towels. As he makes his way back, you notice he's limping.

Art drapes the towel over the chair and sits down. There's still blood dripping down his pant leg onto the floor, but some things can't be helped.

"Did you get hurt?" you ask him, "You're limping."

He waves you off, shaking his head like it's no big deal. Ever the caretaker, you grab him a glass of water, which he accepts.

"Okay, well, how about this," you start in about the door now. "Did you lose the key I gave you?"

Art shakes his head and holds up a finger, telling you to wait while he rummages through his trash bag. After a comically long time, he produces the key from the very bottom of the bag. Thankfully, there aren't any severed limbs in there that you can see. He holds up the key proudly.

"Okay, great," you can't keep the sarcasm out of your voice, "can you try using it next time please?"

Art shrugs and nods in agreement, and you know that's probably the closest thing to an apology that you'll get.

"Really though, are you okay?" you ask him again. He nods and gives you a thumbs up. You're still not sure that you believe him, but you let it go for now.

"Okay, well if you wanna hang out, you need to shower," you incentivise him. Agreeably, Art gets up and lets you toss all his bloodied clothes in a trash bag to deal with later. You double bag it - you've learned it's better to be safe than sorry. He gets in the shower, and you sit in the bathroom and chat while he gets clean.

You tell him about your day and everything that's happened since you saw him last. Even though you can't see him, you know he's listening to you. It's sweet the way he wants to hear even the most mundane details of your daily life. You think it must be a nice contrast from the usual violence and chaos he surrounds himself with.

Art gets out of the shower and you see there are huge bruises on his side like he got kicked in the ribs or whacked with something. Then you notice a still-bleeding gash on his left leg. You grab the bath mat out from under his feet so he doesn't stain it, and quickly retrieve the first aid supplies you keep handy. Since Art has been around, you make sure to keep that stuff well stocked. You don't need him bleeding all over your house, and you truly do hate to see him hurt.

"I thought you said you were fine," you chide him. He's still trying to downplay it, rolling his eyes and waving you off while he shrugs on a bathrobe.

"This doesn't look fine to me," you persist, taking a closer look at the jagged-edged slash near the bottom of his calf. He allows you to wrap his leg in gauze and fuss over him a bit. You have a feeling he actually likes the attention.

You aren't sure if Art can even get things like infections, so you don't bother with antibiotics. And somehow he always heals without stitches - you used to worry you'd have to look up medical videos and learn to administer them yourself. But he's pretty low maintenance. Containing the bleeding and showing him some sympathy is usually enough to suffice.

You used to wonder more about the ways he got hurt, about who was on the other side of the altercations, and how things ended for them. The morbid exercise didn't really get you anywhere though. It brought you no closure or peace to speculate about the suffering your clown inflicted on others. You knew there was no changing him, so you simply had to compartmentalize.

"That's better," you say, standing up and wrapping him in a hug. He hugs you back, nearly lifting you off the ground.

"I'm glad you came back," you tell him with a smile and he kisses you on the cheek. Art always comes back eventually, but you never know how long it will be. Each time he leaves, you're left wondering if it will be the last you see of him, so you appreciate the moments you get to have him around.

Leaving the bathroom, you gather Art's bloody clothes and the nasty towels and throw them in the wash. Then you survey the state of everything, making sure nothing else needs attention. You want Art to be your sole focus while he's here.

Even though he's acting like he's not in that bad of shape, you can tell he's more subdued than usual. He exits the bathroom and makes himself comfortable on the couch without so much as a passing glance at you. The absence of any playful antics tells you he's really not feeling his best. You come into the room and situate yourself next to him on the couch.

"I don't like it when you leave," you tell him, leaning into his shoulder. Art looks down at you and wraps you in his arms. You knew he was telling you that it was okay. That he was here now, and that's what mattered. You knew with almost complete certainty that you got more from him than anyone else ever had, so it had to be enough.

"I just wish you were around more. I miss you when you're gone," you're trying not to sound like you're pleading, but you don't think you're doing a very good job. Art takes you by surprise and responds with genuine sympathy. He picks up your hands, kissing them to tell you he's sorry, and he boops you on the nose trying to cheer you up.

You let out a sigh because you have tears pricking the backs of your eyes now, and you absolutely do not want to cry in front of him. You have no idea how he would react. Up until this point you've played nonchalant because well, you figured you had to. Art doesn't seem like someone who takes well to neediness, and you didn't expect to grow this attached to him anyway.

In the beginning this just seemed like a relationship of convenience. You were just another place to go when he was running out of options. He started showing up more frequently, and you didn't turn him away, mostly out of fear - but then your curiosity about him built over time, and so, it seems, has your affection. Still, all you want is to keep yourself in Art's good graces, if that's even a thing. How you've gotten lucky enough to make it this far you still don't know.

He seems to notice that you're holding back tears because he wraps you in another hug. This opens the floodgates and you're crying into his shoulder before you can stop yourself. Art pulls back to look at you, and you see confusion on his face.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying to collect yourself. "I just worry about you. I think about you when you're gone. I like having you around. I act like you're a big pain in the ass, because, well, sometimes you are, but the truth is that I miss you when you aren't here."

You can't believe you just said all that. Petrified, you study Art's face for a reaction. You're convinced he's going to run for the hills, or worse, decide it's finally time to kill you now that you're complicating things. He pauses before breaking into a smile and gathering you into his arms again. He rubs your back and leans his head on you. You're absolutely stunned by his reaction.

He just holds you for a moment, and you don't say anything. What's happening? What does this mean? Are you on your way to having the "moving in" talk with a murderous clown? Is that really what you want? You look up at him, wishing he could break the silence for once.

"I don't know what to say," you admit. Art looks at you like you're being ridiculous and affectionately holds a finger to your lips to shush you. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly. You kiss him back, taking the moment for what it is and trying to calm your racing thoughts. It's not like he has to move in tomorrow.

Art pulls away first and looks at you, holding up an "ok" sign inquisitively.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you say, wiping away the last of your tears. "And I thought I was the one taking care of you," you laugh. Art waves his hand at you, dismissing your self deprecation.

"Really, though," you say, "you're fine with that? Coming around more?"

Art shrugs and makes a face like it doesn't make a difference. You smack him on the arm.

"I'm serious," you say. He looks at you and nods, not really understanding what the big deal is. Really, you don't even understand why you care so much, but you do. He laces his fingers with yours, looking at you more seriously now, and nods again.

"Okay," you say, feeling more reassured. "Okay. Thank you." This is the most candid you've ever been with Art, and the whole thing is taking you by surprise. You've never asked him for anything, except to stop breaking down your damn door. The fact that he's actually showing you empathy right now is opening an entirely new door that you didn't think existed.

Art grins at you and moves like he's about to pick you up and carry you off somewhere.

"Hey, no, you're hurt," you stop him. You tell him to stay put and you go to the kitchen. Your emotional vulnerability has you feeling shaken. In an attempt to normalize things a bit you make some popcorn with the plan to watch movies and have no more serious discussions for the rest of the night.

Upon your return, Art smiles and pats your spot on the couch next to him. You get comfortable beside him, placing the bowl of popcorn in your lap.

"So you'll stay up and watch movies with me?" you ask him. Art nods happily. "If you sit on the floor for a minute, I'll rub your shoulders," you tell him.

Art has never, not once, turned down a massage from you. He situates himself on the floor in front of you, eagerly awaiting your attention. You put on a movie and set the popcorn aside, then begin working your hands over his tense muscles. He leans into your touch appreciatively.

As you move your hands with care over Art's body, you wonder to yourself what the future will hold. In this moment you can't help but feel hopeful. You never would have thought that someone like him would make you feel this way, but here you are. It's a situation beyond question or reason or explanation.

The movie continues, and Art gets back up on the couch to sit next to you. He pulls you in close, letting you lean into his chest while he wraps his arms around you. You let out a contented sigh and he kisses the top of your head.

You find yourself looking up at him and letting yourself feel warmth in your chest. Everything feels perfect and you wish this night didn't have to end. After a while, Art notices you're watching him instead of the movie and looks down at you with amusement. You lean up and give him a kiss.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" you ask with a smile when you pull away. He nods and squeezes you tightly. "Good," you manage to say while he's squishing you in his arms.

You never thought that Art was somebody who could be yours to have. It had never really occurred to you that you might want that either. But now it seemed, you were getting closer to that territory, and you weren't sure what it would mean.

Quickly, you catch yourself in your thoughts and stop wondering and worrying. Letting yourself relax in his arms, you simply enjoy the moment and the promise that tomorrow would be another day spent exactly like this.

[serverusslaype]

Special

just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

Masterpost

[kumabeom]

saudade love 🫧

episode six : we’ll make it through, just like we always do.

synopsis : actress!yn and actor!soobin are forced by their companies to date as a publicity stunt to promote their latest releases. however what’s to happen when yn and soobin spend more and more time together even though yn’s closest friend is keeping secrets.

soobin’s lips stayed on yours, your back finding the wall. mind completely focused on the boy in front of you, forgetting that this was all an act. no longer caring for the camera that was filming the two of you.

this.

this is what you’ve wanted.

you’ve just wanted attention from none other than choi soobin. something about working with him was different. something about him made your heart flutter at the pure thought of doing the things that the script required you to do.

at one point, you began to blur the lines between acting and your true feelings. so what if your character had feelings towards soobin’s character, it didn’t mean that you were forbidden to feel the same way.

your hand came down to linger underneath his chin, nearly as an expression to invite him in. somehow pulling him closer than he already was. his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. your ears finally hearing your director’s voice. pulling away from soobin, only to catch sight of his exasperated facial expression. your confused face didn’t help you in the slightest but apparently worked for the film as a ‘great reaction’.

in all honesty, you wanted to get out of the situation as quick as possible, feeling nearly embarrassed from the whole thing. cheeks feeling hot, throat beginning to feel a little tight. you went over to monitor your performance. even though you were completely flushed, you managed to stay professional. however, a bit stammered when you were confronted by soobin.

“i think we did a really good job on that! you really helped me so much during that scene..” soobin exclaims, a gummy grin being sent your way.

“i did ? i thought i was going too far, sorry.” you apologized, which warmed soobin’s heart, he’d never received an apology from anyone who he’s worked with. everyone just assumed that actors were okay with the things that they went through during filming. it never really mattered if you felt like your boundaries were being ignored, afterall you did ‘sign up for it.’

“it’s all okay, you really did help, i didn’t know how to lead the scene even though i was supposed to and i feel like you just helped me so much. you made me seem like i was in full control even if i wasn’t.”

saudade love was nothing out of the ordinary, it was a romantic movie with an angsty ending. however, it felt completely new to you. the amount of intimacy was not that overwhelming, but you certainly did feel like it was. the most intimate the movie got was as far as a casual little make out session. but it just felt like a little bit too much for you. and you would’ve complained, but soobin was a rather kind person to work with. he never made you feel uncomfortable… and maybe that’s where your feelings for him began to root from.

your head turned as you heard a knock at your door. looking around to make sure that your room looked decently clean, which it did. there wasn’t much of a mess to make since it wasn’t your literal home. you got up from your bed, going over to the door to see soobin waiting right outside.

“oh, hey.” you greet, sharing a warm smile.

“hey, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.. y’know, after the rumor and all.. i know it was not true and all.. but y’know a lot of people are leaving comments and i know it’s not the most comfortable situation.” soobin says, trying to read your face even though there was nothing to really read.

to be fair, you were one who cared about what other people think. you knew your job came with a lot of criticism but it wasn’t something that you could get used to. even when there were a lot of people who didn’t like you, due to the simple idea of your success, it still bothered you. what had you ever done to deserve all the cruel words thrown your way. “i mean, im probably one of the few people who would know if it’s true or not..”

“im doing fine, soobin.” however, said boy knew very well that you weren’t fine. especially after you had explained to him that you so clearly cared about what others thought of you. but he also didn’t know what to do, how to comfort you without crossing your boundaries. even with the way you spoke it made him feel like he wasn’t really invited in. which you really didn’t mean to make him feel like, but each time you went through something like this, it was bound to happen.

“are you free ?” he asked, only receiving a small nod in return. he pulled his hand out, silently asking for your hand to wrap around his own. which you did, trusting him. your cheeks began to flush, having no idea why he necessarily had to hold your hands. “would you like to watch 10 things i hate about you with me ?”

“umm.. yeah, of course.” you smiled, attempting to prevent any kind of stuttering that was trying to occur. soobin was blinded. so blinded to the point that even if he tried to read you, it wasn’t working. his own heart pattering against his chest. oh would taehyun have a good laugh at seeing the boy so down bad for jung yn, his own costar.

soobin was typically professional. but at one point, it was an impossible situation. from lovers in saudade love, to pretend lovers in real life. the world was your set, and the two of you were doing an over the top job at your task at hand. there was no way the two of you weren’t going to eventually catch feelings, it just happened much quicker than expected.

and you, well everyone knew you were down bad. especially after you claimed that you wanted to marry soobin someday in the future. even if it was an accident, it was your true feelings.

soobin really didn’t have a reason to hold your hand, he just wanted to, so he went for it. and if you knew the thoughts going on in his head, you couldn’t blame him for shooting his shot.

and maybe with soobin’s words that defended you last night, it only made you fall harder, feel weaker against your beating heart. he was there to protect you. and you believed so hard that it was just words for your promotion project, but you didn’t know it was soobin’s true feelings.

he wouldn’t be here standing in front of you if he didn’t mean it. of course like an absolute lovesick fool, the idea of soobin caring for you never really crossed your mind.

“great! i can set it up in the living room, if you’d like to bring any blankets or snacks..” soobin loosened his grip on your hand before moving his hand back to his side. going to your shared living room, and setting up the movie. you tried to move as quick as your brain could let you, grabbing two of the softest throw blankets you had access to and making your way to the living room. placing them down on the couch, and moving to the kitchen to heat up popcorn.

your head rested upon soobin’s shoulder. a flustered blush resting on his cheeks, noticing the way your eyes were closed. mouth slightly ajar, unknowingly snuggling closer to him. soobin knew how much you had gone through throughout the past few days and he was happy to see you sleeping so well. sometimes during the night, he was awake, only to hear you moving around the apartment. he would hear the refrigerator door open and close.

soobin paused the movie, not really caring about it. he never did, but he just wanted a good excuse to spend time with you. and watching your favorite movie was the perfect excuse. soobin fought the constant urge to just press a small kiss onto your cheek, knowing that it was weird to kiss someone, who he wasn’t even dating, while they were asleep.

soobin got up, placing a gentle hand onto your cheek, before letting your head slump down a little. carrying your body into your bedroom. and as much as he didn’t want to burst into your room, he also didn’t want you to sleep in such a compromising position for your neck. he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he knew that he left you in such an aching position. your eyes fluttering open only to shut themselves once again. soobin gently placed your body onto your bed. your hands reaching out for his once you were in the bed, successfully grabbing onto his finger.

soobin couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. finding your habit of clutching onto something so very cute. soobin couldn’t leave, no.. he couldn’t leave not with you holding his finger so preciously. he took a seat on your bed. admiring the way that you were so pretty while you slept. he had never felt this way. from a young age, soobin knew to not develop any feelings towards his co stars..

and it typically worked, so why were you so different from the others. he’s worked in the romantic genre quite a handful of times and he’s never felt so pressured from his heart. he recalls the time that the two of you were practicing a scene together.

you looked over to soobin’s side of the room, his heart racing the more you gave him your attention. you walked over to him, sharing your nicest smile.

“hey.” you greeted, everything was still so new, the first few days of filming. barely having read the script until the other day. you hadn’t realized what you had signed up for. even receiving a call in the middle of the night from your manager, telling you about the pr stunt that you would have to eventually partake in.

“hello.” soobin shared the same kind smile, the two of you watching as a few things on the set were being tweaked and messed around with. “oh also, can you help me with a scene ? i don’t know how i’ll be able to do it..”

and with his simple request, you ended up in his trailer, in his lap.. with your lips against his.

his hands wrapped tightly against yours as you tried your best to manage yourself. soobin letting go of your hands only to wrap them around your waist, as you let your fingers go down to his chin, lifting his lips up towards yours. heavy breathing, but the two of you refused to let each other go.

however all you heard was the sound of the doorknob twisting and you were off of soobin, sitting right next to him. watching as yeji walked right inside of his trailer. nearly confused about your presence just as she was about yours.

“oh yn !! did you hear ?” she exclaimed taking a seat right next to you, stealing your attention from soobin. “i’m doing the ost for saudade love !!”

“you are !?” you asked, happily exclaimed. you held on to yeji’s hands, “that’s great !!”

“yes it is !! i thought i would come tell you in person since we’re kinda like co workers.” yeji stated, still giving no explanation as to why she walked into soobin’s trailer first.

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an: so soobin has reciprocating feelings 😁 and what’s up with yeji ? 🤨 omg and song kang in sweet home 3 ?? he looks so pretty like 🤭😞

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[missblissy]

Bitter

Summary: A little drabble that takes place after the events of the game. In an intimate moment, Astarion has feelings of disgust within himself, and can't help but break down, talking to you about how he feels in his own skin. You stay supportive and help him through it.

Warnings: mentions of sex/domestic trauma, and panic attacks, but no actual smut. :) Only angst. Just angst. :)))

A/N: Hey hey! This is my first Astarion X Reader! I have been sucked in and now I'm just another one of his girlies :') I used a GN!Tav with no mentions of race/class/gender whatsoever. I really wanted to explore Astarion's sexual trauma, how he deals with it, and how he feels about it. I like to think Astarion desperately wants to be whatever he thinks "normal" is, and that he has a lot of shame and pained feelings towards not being able to be whatever this "normal" is. So I wanted to give him some angsty love/hurt and comfort. Enjoy!

Bitter. Like sour brandy. A perpetuating ick that crawled with insect-hooked feet into his skin. The itchy pain of ghostly memories was hot on his flesh. The crawling and coiling were unconditional. The buzzing of past words, actions, and regrets all flooded his mind. His body moved with a mind of its own in a sheer thought of panic. Moving. Repulsed. Unwanted even. But it still happened. Bittering the moment, souring the taste in his mouth, clutching at his undead heart with a rage he didn’t know he had, so soft and subtle that it built like a breeze over the ocean, hitting him like a typhoon. 

But no sign foretold that in the sudden jerk and pull back of his own hand from yours. No longer interlocked. The recoil of his body from instincts rather than thought or sound mind. How he fell away from you, not into you. Both surprised him, his internal rage, and his body betraying him. A breath hitched in his throat as he was pulled back to the dimly lit room of reality.

Where was he again...? His mind was foggy, far way, but yet still brim and bright with paranoia. Flush and festering with one too many distant memories.

“Star-bite?” Your voice was always soothing… Enough to pull him from his mind. The fog far from leaving his eyes traveled with ease across his face in the dark room. No light was needed for you to see that.

The honey worry in your words where enough for his eyes to meet yours despite his shame to look away. It pained him even more with the love welling in those sweet pearls and staring up at him with nothing but patience. Seemingly something he didn’t have. A tender hand lifted to his head, “Are you okay?” You asked. He flinched away. Again. Not even twice now in five minutes. You didn't pull back, however, but rather left your palm open with patience.

Astarion closed his eyes and leaned his cheek into your hand for only a second as he tried to ground himself. Self-hatred bubbled in him. Embarrassment. Shame. It was all the same feeling at this point and it was unbearable.

He sat up and back on his legs, no longer looming over you as the moonlight bathed him in a glow. Glossy with an otherworldly shine you stared up at him, skin exposed to the night. And watched as his shoulders fell with a deep sigh of frustration as he threw his hands to his face as if to hide while shaking his head, “I’m sorry-” He started. You slowly sat up as well, a blanket bathing over your own equally nude body in a half attempt to cover up.

“I’m sorry.” He said it again, “I.. I Don’t know what came over me,” He tried to laugh it off, the fact he blanked out, flinched from your very touch, and found himself disgusted even with the person he loved most. You understood… This was hard for him. Sex. Intimacy. Anything that related to his body. So you so desperately wanted to comfort him.

Which could be a hard thing to do sometimes. Despite that, you tried to reassure him. This wasn't the first time this has happened, “You don’t have to do this, It’s fine-”

“It’s not fine!” Astarion snipped with a whisper that could have been a scream, “I’m… not fine.” 

Bitter. It was always bitter on his tongue even when he laughed like it was as sweet as syrup before it turned into wine, “I don’t want to be… like this,” His voice carried on as he gestured to his entire being, “Every time. Every single time it doesn’t matter how much you love me I still feel disgusted in my own skin and that’s not fine!” He finally snapped out with a subtle sob, “I want to be able to do more than look and love you from an arm’s reach without wanting to burn my bones and erase the memory of everything I’ve ever been through every time I’m simply just touched by another!” 

There wasn’t an easy way to hide the pain on your face. The bitter truth. Even you knew it and it still stung fresher than a wasp’s stinger on a knuckle. No amount of love you gave Astarion could fix the damage done to him over two centuries of torment. No kind words, no simple nothings, or gestures could undo any of it. Nor erase it. Even dead, Cazador would always be with him.

Astarion’s voice picked up, another twisted, sad, and painful laugh, “It sickens me… It kills me,” He sighed, “That even no matter how much I love you, adore you, want you, and need you…” Silver-flowing tears trickled along his cheeks, flicking with faints of pink, betraying his true nature. A vampire’s bloody tears never lied. A sour sniffle sucked back up into his nose as he spoke again, “No matter how much I care I can’t be fixed. I’ll always fucking be like this!” 

He felt so trapped in his own skin. Disgusted with his own body. Hateful towards the person he was forced to become and betrayed by the thought of the person he could have been. It was a bitter cycle. And to think… This all started as a lovely night. But Astarion could just add this to the long list of many other things he’s ruined.

You sat on your knees, scooting just an inch ever so closer, “Astarion?” You held out your hand for him, palm up, open and there for him to take if he wanted. And of course, he did, “You will always be broken.” His eyes shot open and he stared at you, surprised by your honest take, “But you will also always be loved and cared for even if you are broken,” You squeezed his hand lightly and gave a soft smile, “And I don’t mind that you’re broken,”

Something told him you were lying but Astarion knew better than to believe that. It didn’t stop his little scoff as he averted his red gaze, “Even if I can’t fuck you?” Bitter. It was in his voice, the way he spat the words and laughed by adding, “I know I’m supposed to be this amazing, beautiful, and skilled piece of work but I’m no-”

“You’re not supposed to be anything,” You softly interrupted him, knowing exactly where he was about to go with this tangent, “You’re only supposed to be whatever you want to be. Not what others have made you out to be.”  

He still couldn’t meet your gaze, but you could see the doubt in his eyes and the subtle pout of frustration on his lips, “Even if I don’t know what I want to be?” He spoke more softly this time, like it was mostly to himself so he could finally speak it out loud, “... Or who I am?”

“Absolutely,” You promised him. It broke your heart every time he had these moments, how hurt and torn he must feel inside you could only imagine. You leaned a little closer, enough to still give him his space, “I’m not with you for the sex, Astarion, it was never about the sex. So I could go the rest of my life waiting, or not waiting, or simply just being there,” You reached up and cupped his cheek again and pulled ever so gently to get him to meet your gaze, “You… Do. Not… have to have sex with me to keep me to stay with you,” A little glimmer in your eye sparked with affection, "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it, you are enough just as yourself. And I'll say it forever, I love you for you, and that includes even when stuff like this happens."

That got the littlest smile out of him. He brushed his cheek deeper into your palm and found himself even leaning into your embrace, “You know I want to,” He huffed, “I just don’t think… I can… not without this feeling being there, that is," It was still bitter. He closed his eyes, head resting by your shoulder, nearly hiding in the crook of your neck, “I don’t want to be this way. It’s like I'm not even free. Like my time in the sun was worth nothing in the long wrong,” He quickly looked up at you and corrected himself, “I know that’s not true,” A bitter smile, “It just feels that way, sometimes,” 

Your smile, bitter too, but sweet, with a sad nuzzle of your nose against his in a loving and comforting gesture, “I know, Star-bite,” Then a little kiss to his nose for reassurance, “But this,” And a tight squeeze of his hand, referring to just this simple act alone as you spoke, “You can do. And this is more than enough,”

[milkb0nny]

Hello! May I request Jing Yuan and Welt finding usually silly and vibrant reader laying on the ground unmoving and unresponsive. Upon closer inspection they realize reader is crying with a blank expression . Turns out reader had to confront some people who hurt them deeply in the past and afterwards reader just shut down.

(I hope this isn't too much info. If your not comfy feel free to decline, I'd appreciate if you let me know though (mostly just for my peace of mind 😅))

Thank you.

🥐

Jing Yuan and Welt comforting their unresponsive s/o

Jing Yuan x gn!reader, Welt x gn! reader

Note: Thank you very much for this request! I love this idea and it was very healing while writing it. Everyone has their own struggles, so angsty fluff is always a good way to cope with stuff. Nevertheless, I hope you'll like it. Take care! 🤎

Warnings: mentions of trauma in the past, crying, unresponsive reader

𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧...

Jing Yuan, the General of the Xianzhou, stood beside his usually bubbly and extroverted partner, who was now unresponsive and in tears. He questioned himself, as he never saw you in such a sorry state. Sure, some days you cried on his shoulders and expressed your anxiety openly, but this was another level. Jing Yuan was torn apart by the sight of your motionless body that seemed to be glued on the ground. Never in his life did he expect you to be shaken to this point. The normally well put together man felt somehow responsible for your horrifying breakdown. Of course, Jing Yuan loved you and did everything for you. Witnessing how the tears left your eyes, creating a small puddle beneath your face, meant that he hadn’t been there the right time.

The traumatic encounter with the person linked to your past had left you deeply shattered, unable to contain the flood of emotions. Jing Yuan's calm and gentle nature belied the weight he carried as a leader, but in this moment, he was solely focused on comforting the love of his life. No matter what had happened to you in the past, he was now your new protector and savior from all the pain. The tall man came closer to you, slowly approaching you as he wanted to avoid frightening you. However, you flinched a little as he accidentally made a wrong move, and that alone caused unbelievable rage inside of him. How could someone harm you in this way, so much that you even flinch in sight of your partner.

Kneeling down beside your aching body, he slowly reached out and gently wiped away your hot tears, his touch soft as a breeze through the leaves. His voice, usually commanding on the battlefield, was now tender and soothing.

“My love, I'm here with you. You're safe with me,” he whispered, his gentleness pouring into your consciousness.

Your devastating sobs continued, but you still shifted your gaze to Jing Yuan, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. He wrapped his strong, protective arms around you, allowing you to bury your puffy face in his welcoming chest. He hummed reassuring words, his deep voice a balm to your distressed soul. Oh, he couldn’t imagine how much your sweet heart must suffer.

“You don't have to face this alone, darling. I'm here, right here, and I won't let anyone hurt you again. We'll heal together,” his words hit you like a struck, releasing you from the freezing trauma, and finally you can take a deep breath, that you missed the whole time. His love always softened you up but it also made you bawl your eyes out even more. Though, Jing Yuan never minded - it didn’t matter to him how much you sob and cry because all these emotions deserve to be heard.

Jing Yuan's love for you, his partner, was unwavering. He would willingly lay down his life to see you smile again in dark times, and this moment, as you clung to him, was a testament to that devotion. He was determined to be your sole anchor, to help you find your way back from the darkness that haunted you.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭...

Welt, a respected and wise member of the Express, was known for his rationality and stern demeanor. March never mined his serious personality, but sometimes even she was a little intimidated by it - he always handled difficult things so easily. However, when it came to his lovely partner, he wore his heart on his sleeve. He had never expected to involve himself in a romantic relationship, but you entered his life with full grace. The moment he had set his tired eyes on you, all life flowed back into his senses, desiring you. He couldn't bear to see you unresponsive and in tears, especially knowing the cause was a traumatic reminder of the past. Welt didn’t need to analyze your state, as you had once told him about your past, but viewing your shivering yet still body caused a rip in his heart.

With utmost care and gentleness, Welt approached you, who had withdrawn into silence. He knew very well how to bring you back to the present. To be honest, he was glad to find you in this state, as he wouldn’t forgive himself, if he never discovered your fragile being. You usually hid in placed where you knew you were alone, though this time you were unable to make it. The man who found you was the safest space in the universe. Welt, gentler with you than with anyone, could never hurt you.

He spoke softly, his words laced with genius concern. "Love, I know you can hear me. You’re safe now, no one can do you harm. Whatever you're feeling, I'm here. Come here in my lap," his deep voice rushed through your foggy mind, and you eased up as the hope of safety proved itself.

Your mesmerizing eyes, usually filled with admiration and enjoyment of life, now reflected endless pain and vulnerability - vulnerability that made you feel so week too. Welt carefully took your ice-cold hand and held it firmly, his touch conveying reassurance and strength. His warmth was a contrast to the coldness of your skin, to you it felt reassuring though. His touch felt like the rising sun, slowly demolishing ice and uncovering nature, causing everything to bloom. You bloomed, pushing the hardships of your past away.

“You don't have to face this pain alone. I'm by your side, always," Welt inquired once more, promising you his love.

Welt's wisdom usually extended beyond the realms of intellect; it encompassed the depth of his emotional connection with you. He knew how to provide comfort, how to be the sanctuary you needed in this moment of turmoil. He was willing to give his all, even if it meant sacrificing himself, to see you going through this dark chapter. Kindness, food, a shelter - those were things everyone could give to you but Welt was the only one who collected all your pain and released you from it. Since you engaged in a relationship with the stern man, you healed more and more.

In this moment you started to cling to him, seeking solace in his embrace. Welt's facade of stoicism cracked, revealing the depth of love he held within. He adored you so much. He was ready to face any storm with you, protecting you at all costs, and cherishing the vulnerability that only he was privileged to witness. Welt loved how you expressed your feelings and he was proud - endlessly proud of you that you call out to him, even if you are non verbal.

[nahoney22]

Hello darling!

I’d love if you wrote a NSFW fic with Tech or Wrecker.

Maybe you’d be coming home from a bad day at work and a bad fight with your parents and he comforts you and makes you forget your troubles with some soft sex. Lots of praise and pleasure. Maybe some overstimulation??

Only if you have the time of course!! If you’ve already written something like this, I’ll scour the master list

Many thanks lovely!!

Gentleness***

Wrecker X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

After visiting your parents, you brain is fried with their words and demands of wanting you to have a different path in life. So when you return to your boyfriend, Wrecker, you crave some much needed TLC.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Soft smut, cunnilingis, praises, overstimulation, established relationship, aftercare and female reader. A little bit angsty, mentions of arguing with parents.

authors note: I chose to do Wrecker because I’ve not wrote for him in a hot minute and I feel like this is Wrecker coded. Sorry for the wait @originalcollectionartistry ✨🤍

With a raspy throat and misty eyes, you approach the Marauder following what was meant to be a pleasant reunion with your parents, only to unravel into a heated debate about your life choices. Are you old enough? Mature enough? In their eyes, the exhilaration of navigating the galaxy with a band of rogue Clones was an unacceptable life for their daughter. They envisioned a different path—one confined to a desolate planet, toiling behind a counter in a dreary little shop.

You yearned for their support, but some convictions remain unaltered. It had been this way for many years and each time you see them, you think they would change their minds.

Outside the Marauder, you collect yourself, wiping away tears and clearing your throat before boarding.

However, the usual clamor had subsided this evening, leaving you in solitude momentarily. Yet, a yearning for your boyfriend lingers.

Thinking you've found respite, you settle into the cockpit, allowing tears to cascade. With your head in your hands and fingers entwined in your hair in frustration, your sobs echo in the silence. Unbeknownst to you, the familiar and resounding footsteps approach, shattering the quiet.

"I thought I heard ya—hey, what's wrong, babe?" Wrecker swiftly joins you, crouching beside you and tenderly placing a hand on your thigh.

Peering at him through your hands, you manage a smile amid the tears and emit a soft sniffle. "I'm fine, just parents."

A frown creases Wrecker's brow. "I thought you were looking forward to seeing them?" he asks.

"Yeah, until they started bombarding me about what they think I should be doing with my life," you groan, swiping away your tears once more and straightening up. "Just annoyed."

Wrecker offers a sympathetic smile, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Did they, um, mention anythin’ about me?" His hand grazes the back of your neck, prompting a playful eye-roll from you.

Fortunately, your parents did inquire about Wrecker. Your relationship with him wasn't exactly a secret after their initial meeting, which left a favorable impression. That much you were thankful for.

"They just asked about how you were and all," you mention, crossing your arms and leaning back against the chair's headrest. "But... they still disapprove of me traveling with you all. They want me to stay home and work for them."

Wrecker tilts his head, his brow knitting together. "Is that what ya want?"

"Absolutely not, Wreck," you declare. "I just wish they could understand that this is the path I've chosen."

Wrecker stands tall and concerned above you. “Well I’m glad you're still here,” he says, a gentle smile tugging at your lips in response. Yet, he's not entirely convinced. “Is there anything I can do?”

Initially stumped, you gaze up at him, taking in his towering presence, his striking features, and suddenly, a longing for something, anything, wells up within you. "Honestly?"

"Yeah, anything!" His smile widens, noticing a glimmer of light returning to your eyes.

As you stand before Wrecker, your voice carries a hint of vulnerability. "I want you to love me."

Confusion knits Wrecker's brow. "But you know I already do? Don't you?"

You let out a soft, tender laugh at his innocent bewilderment. Your hands trail up his sturdy arms, tracing the contours of his broad chest before delicately cradling his cheeks. Your fingertips brush over the rough, scarred tissue, as you gaze deeply into his eyes. "Yes, but I want you to love me," you express, your voice filled with longing and an unspoken yearning for more.

He’s silent now, but he understands what you mean as his eyes spark with interest.

With such a gentleness, he took your hands away from his face, starting to trail soft kisses up your arms until he seals his lips over yours, drawing you in.

You let him take the lead, keening into his touch as his hands begin to pull the clothes away from your body, his large hands gently kneading at your soft, nude flesh as his tongue dances with yours.

It’s not long until he has you wrapped around his waist, carrying you through the ship until he lays you down on his bunk, warm breath waltzing against your skin.

Soft moans begin to part your lips as Wrecker kneels at the foot of the bunk, your legs spread and balancing over his shoulders as he slips a finger between your folds. Your increasing arousal helps Wrecker to move his digit up and down before he gathers your slick on his fingers, using it as lubricant to rub at your swelling clit.

You choke on a groan, knees subconsciously closing around his head but Wrecker doesn’t mind, infact, it spurs him on as you start to gently roll your hips to his touch. He encourages you, keeping a steady pace as he places kisses to the inside of your thighs as he works at your clit with intent, yet gentle.

Your legs start to tremble, chewing on your lower lip as Wrecker lets out a satisfied growl of pleasure as you grind down on his hand, slipping a finger inside you and curling it as he gently thrusts. “That’s it pretty girl, take what ya need.”

“S-So good Wrecker… you’re so good to me.” You whine, toes curling as he maintains a steady momentum.

“Of course I am, I always will be,” he rasps, eyes fixated on your glistening pussy, “let it go, cum for me. I’ve got ya.”

Your eyes are seeing stars, stars more beautiful than those through space as your body becomes rigid and your breathing becomes heavy. Then, you cry out his name, your orgasm shooting through you as you ride out the pleasure against his hand. “That’s it, you did so well.” He cooes. “That was a lot.”

A happy sigh parts your lips but Wrecker didn’t stop there. “Do you think you can cum again sweetie? I think you can.” He cooed as he placed soft kisses to your thighs before his warm breath fans over your tingling pussy.

Naturally your hips bucked as his tongue glides over your folds, licking up the residue of before and melts as he whines softly at the taste of you. You squirm, getting a bit too overstimulated but a part of you wanted more, you wanted to fight against it and let Wrecker continue to have a taste of you.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, sensing the struggle between wanting another orgasm and for him to stop teasing at your pulsating cunt, “I will take extra good care of you if you are a good girl and cum on my tongue.”

Your blood runs hot, his praises alone almost making you hit your high. Softly, you hold onto the back of his head, grinding your hips on his tongue as he delves his tongue against your stimulated clit, the burn now desirable.

His large arms wrap under your thighs, bringing you even closer to his face than before, chuckling into your pussy as you let out a wanton cry of pleasure. Your hands move to the sheets on the bunk, gripping as if for dear life as he laps eagerly at you, sucking and flicking his tongue expertly against your sweet sex. “Oh f-fuck! Wreck..!”

“Say my name again sweetie, let me know how much I’m pleasing ya.”

You were blessed to be laying down because if you were standing there was no way you would’ve been able to hold yourself up. “Wrecker, you’re so good at this.”

Again, he chuckles, sending vibrations through you that have your toes curling as your cunt becomes numb. As your moans become louder, you knew you were close again. Wrecker groans as he slips his tongue into your pussy, feeling you clench around his tongue that has you soaring into the galaxy.

“Your moans are so perfect, baby. You’ve done so, so good for me.” He pulls away, catching his breath and you almost sob at the sight of your juices around his grinning mouth before he moves his hand back to your core and lets his fingers strum rapidly against your clit.

It’s too much and somewhat not enough either. His name runs past your lips like a mantra all the while he ushers words of praise. “That’s it, good girl. Cum again.”

One part of your brain makes you squirm away from his touch, finding it unbearable but the other half craves for the intensity of another orgasm. “It’s too sensitive Wrecker,” you moan, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the sheets.

“I know baby but I know you can do it. Let it go, you’ll feel so much better.” For someone so loud his words were so quiet and soft yet laced with pure filth. You’re hot, the stimulation relentless and it’s not until his mouth is back on your clit when your climax finally hits.

“O-o-oh stars!” you whimper as your orgasm rakes through you and onto his mouth and chin, your whole body tingling now. He continues to lick your pussy, collecting every ounce of your high before he stands, wipes his mouth and chin and pulls you into his arms as he sits on the edge of the bunk with you.

“That’s how it’s done, sweetie. Well done.” He cooed, stroking a hand through your sweat covered hair, “was that enough?”

You give him a dazed, dopey grin and nod. “It was perfect.” You sigh happily, resting your forehead into his chest as he cradles your nude body. “Thank you for this.”

“Like I said, I’d do anything.”

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It's not who you know 2/4

Non-angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley and his years at the USNA and his head-in-the-sand approach to the nepotism and the fact that he ends up being known as the guy with the two hot dads instead...

PART ONE

SECOND YEAR

                “Come on, let’s go for a run. No slacking off just because it’s the summer break. Don’t want to be the slacker come summer training.”

                “You wanna race old man?” Bradley taunts, laughs. He loves being at the USNA, but it feels so good to be home.

                “You think you can beat me?”

                “I could do it blindfolded!”

                “Don’t run blindfolded!” Ice calls out, coming up the footpath and pulling his suitcase behind him. Bradley turns to him with a bright smile, wraps his arms around him.

                “Hey Ice…It’s good to see you. Missed you.”

                “Missed you too. Sorry I’ve been away so much.”

                “It’s all good, I get it.”

                “Yeah, I know you do. And I know you’ve told Mav all about it, but can you humor an old man and tell me about it? Let me reminisce a little?”

                “Did you hear that Bee-radley? He called himself old.”

                “He still calling you BeepBeep?”

                “He’s trying not to… Mixed results,” Bradley replies, pulling a face.

                “Twenty pushups each time you slip up,” Ice states and Mav immediately scowls. Ice leans closer to Bradley, voice low; “He won’t slip up again.” Bradley laughs again.

…             …             …

                “Good first year huh?” Tom asks, can feel the soft smile on his face as he takes in the physical changes in Bradley. The little bit extra height, much broader shoulders, the more confident bearing. It’s a stark difference to the young man he’d last seen at Christmas. Between the distance, work commitments and the limited liberty leave Plebes get it’s been months since he’s seen him.

                “The best. I love it.”

                “Then I’m glad. Lot of people bitching at me that you’ve made their lives harder.”

                Bradley shrugs, he clearly doesn’t care about how the brass feels and Ice knows that that attitude is one-hundred-percent Pete’s fault. Lord help him.

                “Have you made friends?” He asks, wants to hear about them.

                “Yeah, lots. My platoon is the best though.”

                “Always is,” Ice agrees.

…             …             …

                Ron looks around the room, waits for the new staff to arrive and smiles. This year they’re more prepared, Mackenzie isn’t going to be made to feel like an idiot. Maverick and Ice will keep their distance and they can just treat Bradley like any other midshipman.

                “Welcome back everyone, you’ve all got the agenda for today. All should be pretty familiar to you. One item we didn’t get in time for last year due to somewhat delayed communications, is Bradley Bradshaw. For those of you that are new, Bradley Bradshaw is going to be entering his second year. His behavior is exemplary, however there is one quirk we have been asked to accommodate.”

                “What? We don’t accommodate midshipmen’s quirks…”

                The interruption has come from the new guy, William O’Neil, not someone he’s ever had much to do with, but definitely qualified on paper. Ron sighs, because he gets it. He does. They have the Honor Concept, and this seems to fly in the face of it, however it’s a small subterfuge and he’s pretty sure he’d have wanted the same thing if he were in Bradley’s shoes.

                “When Admiral Kazansky asks me to accommodate something, I follow his orders. However you’re welcome to give him a call and let him know that you won’t be going along with it…”

                “Ah… what is it exactly?”

                Glancing around the room Ron smiles, if looks could bury bodies Williams would be six foot under. Several times. Lots of the people in the room have a soft spot for Bradley, for a variety of reasons.

                “Bradley Bradshaw is the surviving son of Lieutenant Nicholas Bradshaw, who died in a training incident while at Top Gun in 1986. Captain Peter Mitchell raised Bradley Bradshaw as his own and has been his main caregiver since his mother died of cancer in 1996. When Mitchell has been deployed, Bradshaw has lived with Admiral Kazansky, whom he calls Uncle Ice.”

                “Now, in the interest of full disclosure, Bradshaw also grew up calling me Uncle Slider. The particular class of Top Gun I was part of remains very close knit. Now. Bradshaw wishes for us to treat him as if we do not know him. He expects to be treated the same as all the other midshipmen. This is not difficult, because he has been raised by naval aviators and he is already quite focused on that career trajectory. But it can make… teaching him… challenging. He already knows a lot of the material we have to teach them all. Now, obviously not his studies, but the naval orders, he already had them memorized before he got here. So…”

                “Is he disrespectful?” O’Neil asks, frowning.

                “Never. Which is impressive considering how many times he must bite his tongue when he has the upperclassmen telling him what to do. I’ve had no complaints from anyone. This is just a reminder and a heads up that yes, while he wants to be treated as any other midshipman, he isn’t any other midshipman. Just follow due process and we’ll be fine. I do not want Kazansky ringing me asking questions about unfair treatment, so make sure you keep it fair. Understood?”

…             …             …

                It’s easier now, with the tutors and officers knowing he doesn’t want to be recognized. They slip up sometimes, which he always deflects as he catches their eye rolls, but he also knows that some of them respect him for not expecting special treatment. Although he guesses asking all his commanding officers to ignore his familial ties is special treatment in itself. He sighs. It’s a no-win situation.

…             …             …

                Bradley doesn’t expect the first person to approach him.

                “Hey! Bradshaw!”

                “Uh, hi Murphy… you doing okay?”

                “Yeah. Look. I just… I heard that you have two dads.”

                “Yep. You got a problem with that?”

                “No! No. Definitely not. Not at all. I was just… uh. I was going to say. Uh. Me too.”

                “You have two dads?”

                “Uh. No. Well, I have a step dad, does that count? No. I mean. I’m… gay.”

                “Oh. Okay. Uh. Why are you telling me?”

                “I just thought you’d be… okay with it.”

                “Oh! Yeah. Of course I am. I really don’t care man.”

                “Thanks. Catch you later Bradshaw.”

                Bradley watches him jog off from the quad and he shakes his head.

                “That was fucking weird…”

…             …             …

                Tom’s tired, eyes gritty and his chest feels tight, like no matter how deep he breaths in he can’t quite get his lungs full. The light is on in the living room and he walks through, finds Mav sitting on the sofa and flicking through a clothing catalogue.

                “What are you looking for?”

                “T-shirts.”

                Tom frowns, because to his knowledge Mav just goes and buys three or five packs of the cheapest white or black t-shirts from whichever store is open when he remembers he needs them.

                “For… Bradley?”

                “Nope. I’m making myself a secret identity.”

                “What?” It’s not even a question, more of a statement. Of course he is. He didn’t curb his behavior last year so he now figures he has free reign.

                “Well, you know Bradley won’t let us visit him because he doesn’t want everyone to know who his family is. So… I’m going for hip-looking professor. Blazer over a t-shirt, but it has to be a t-shirt with a band or something to show I’m hip. It’s similar enough to what I wore last year, maintain the illusion.”

                “Do kids actually use the word hip?

                “Huh. I don’t know. I made you one by the way.”

                “Made what?”

                “A secret identity. Want to know what it is?” Pete wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and part of Tom is afraid to ask.

                “I’m not wearing a blazer.”

                “No. But you know how you had that leather jacket back in the 80s? Thought I’d bring it back…”

                “I… do I even have that anymore?”

                “Sure do. Bet it still fits too.”

…             …             …

                “Is your dad coming this year?”

                Natasha is asking about the upcoming parent visit weekend and he sure as fuck hopes not but they’ve been unnaturally quiet and oh fuck… that’s never a good sign.

                “Ugh. Maybe. Probably. Why?”

                “Well, I get a bit sick of looking at all the boys around me, sometimes someone needs a proper man to appreciate…change of scenery.”

                “I really don’t know whether to be insulted or grossed out.”

                “Both, I was aiming for both.”

                “Well, mission fucking accomplished. Can we stop talking about my dad?”

                “I really want to meet your other dad now, hotness usually goes together you know?”

                Bradley groans.

…             …             …

                “Trust me, they won’t recognize you. The uniform does a lot for making you recognizable.”

                Tom isn’t quite so sure, but he’s already made a couple of calls to make sure they don’t recognize him. He’s definitely not letting Pete dye his hair, although he has agreed to time their visit after some rare days off so that he has a bit of stubble. Not that his blonde stubble really shows like Mav’s does. He’d only agreed to this madness because this year he won’t be able to see Bradley for Thanksgiving or Christmas. And Hannukah is out of the question. He can’t go nine months without seeing him. So a special trip when Bradley has a liberty weekend. Well. Afternoon. He’d rung Slider and asked. Slider has assured him everything will go smoothly.

                “So, what’s our plan here?”

                Unlike previous times they’re planning on taking Bradley out for dinner, want to actually talk with him rather than whatever subterfuge Mav did last time where he just watched from afar. Of course come summer Bradley will be on a carrier and Tom can show a purely professional interest and visit under the guise of work and won’t have to go to the ridiculous lengths that Mav is currently insisting on.

                “So, I’m Peter Bradshaw okay?”

                “Yes. And what are we calling me? Kazansky is pretty damned specific.”

                “I was thinking Tom Mitchell would uh, be…”

                His throat catches, wonders what it would be like to actually take Mav’s name, or have Mav take his.

                “Yeah, that’s uh, yeah. Tom Mitchell. Sounds good.”

…             …             …

                “Oh my god…”

                He’s never seen Ice dressed like this and he’s pretty sure his eyebrows have taken flight off his face in disbelief. Black jeans. Since when has Ice owned black jeans? Or any jeans? The jacket he vaguely remembers from his childhood, but seeing Ice in all black is weird. And he hasn’t shaved. And he’s… he’s smoking a cigarette. What the fuck. Ice turns slightly and now Bradley can also see Mav, wearing a fucking suit. He needs a photo of this whole thing immediately. He’s going to hold this over them forever.

                “Uh… hi pops? Dad…” He’s not ever called Ice anything other than Ice before, and that’s clearly not an option right now. The pleased smile he gets though makes him think he should maybe start.

                “Bradley!” Mav hugs him and he realizes he must have grown again, because Mav is definitely shorter. He laughs and pats Mav on the head, laughing harder as Ice laughs with him, both of them amused at the scowl on Mav’s face.

                “Hi, yeah, you guys made a special trip huh?”

                “Liberty time… we thought we could take you out to dinner.”

                “Sure,” Bradley says, and he rolls his eyes to let him know how unimpressed he is, but part of him is happy to see them. He hopes Uncle Slider is getting as much amusement from this whole thing as he is at least. Actually…

                “You want me to show you around a bit?” Bradley asks, and the look on Mav’s face is positively gleeful. There’s his answer he guesses.

…             …             …

                They walk around and Bradley nips into Bancroft to grab his camera, it’s not really a tour as such, given how familiar he is with the grounds. He’s glad he no longer has to deal with the grueling lifestyle, but equally glad that Bradley is thriving in it. He doesn’t pay attention to the other people wandering around, but then Bradley is calling out.

                “Admiral Kerner sir! Sorry. I just thought I’d introduce you to my, uh, parents.”

                Fucking hell. Slider. The gleeful grin on Slider’s face, eyes lit with delight and Tom purses his lips, tries to convey his displeasure while also trying to look pleased to apparently meet this person for the first time.

                “Of course Midshipman Bradshaw.”

                “This is Peter Bradshaw and Tom Mitchell.”

                “Pleasure to meet you both,” Slider says, and his grin is almost manic.

                “Sir, would you mind taking a photo of me with my parents?”

                “Of course.”

                They pose and Slider takes a careful photo, passing back the camera.

                “Bradley, I want a copy of that you hear me?” Slider asks, voice pitched low and Bradley gives him a cheeky grin.

                “Of course sir.”

                Bradley and Mav move off a little and he hangs back.

                “That photo better not see the light of day.”

                “I’ll just bring it out when I need a good laugh. Though, Tom Mitchell huh? You have something you want to tell me?”

                “Fuck off Slider…”

                “You know, if you do get married and I’m not the best man, I’m going to be fucking pissed.”

                “Yeah yeah…”

YEAR THREE

[teruuu]

Yo, First Of all this is my first ask on tumblr so i'll try to not be too much! but i gotta say your art and writing is beautiful (and hot lmao). Second of all, i'm interested in the differences between the compulsion of flesh AU and The Highschool one. it's obvious the high school narilamb is 100x more healthy than the compulsion one. but truth is: are they actually completely healthy? i like to depict them as a polar oposite of your main narinder and lamb but i can't say if everything is going to be okay between these two high school students. thank you very much, have a nice day & sorry for anything (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). (btw sorry for any wrong word english is not my first language.)

Oh my god you are SO cute and I mean this in the nicest way possible ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ gosh, I’m your first ask, what an honor! A little (gentle) side note though, N.E.V.E.R. Hold back on me when it comes to long asks! I love long asks the most. It makes me giggle like a little schoolgirl TEEHEE. I’ll try my best to not go full Shakespeare with my response so it’s easier to understand.

My High School AU is based off of a fanfic that I made in the past for a korean fandom (I already deleted it 😭). The Compulsion of Flesh AU’s genre is horror. Acting as a pretty huge contrast to it is the High School AU, which is Slice of Life. The High School AU’s plot is not (fully) a soft and gentle one, it’s meant to be angsty to reflect the teenage experience. Narinder and Lamb in this AU are not at all experienced in romance. This means that emotions, especially love, will be difficult for them to navigate. Unlike in Compulsion where the two view their obsessions/desires in the same light as love, it’s hard for the two in High School AU to understand whether or not what they truly feel for one another is romantic. After all, they’ve never truly experienced what it feels like to fall for someone. It’ll be a challenge for them especially when they’ve already established their relationship whether or not they still even like each other!

As is already obvious, Compulsion AU’s relationship is pretty dark and twisted. Instead of fixing the toxic flaws in their relationship, they instead support and encourage it. Unlike Compulsion AU however, High School AU Nari and Lamb will recognize each other’s flaws and have conflicts about it. They naturally will fight against one another’s beliefs and they’ll argue with each other like how normal, real-world couples do. They’ll work their way through those conflicts and find methods to fix their own flaws, even if it isn’t comfortable.

Also unlike Compulsion of Flesh, High School AU’s Nari and Lamb are completely different. Compulsion Nari and Lamb are parallels to one another, mirroring each other in many ways, but in High School AU they’re absolute opposites. Narinder is wealthy and has a good life, whereas the Lamb struggles to make a living—but that doesn’t mean Narinder doesn’t experience pain or the Lamb’s life is completely all about hardship. It’s in these differences that they find themselves clashing with one another, even before they become a couple. So, what do they do about it? They talk, of course. In all my more positive works I always make my couples communicate with one another, because that’s the key to a positive and long-lasting relationship.

So, to answer your question, ehh??? I mean think about it, they’re a normal couple. Do you think all normal couples are completely healthy? I don’t think so. But High School AU Nari and Lamb will certainly try to be a healthy couple to maintain what they have. Of course it’ll be a struggle—that’s what life’s all about, struggling—but at the end of the day, they’ll keep trying for one another because of the love they share.

So, TLDR …

Differences:

Compulsion AU — Toxic, doesn’t communicate properly, continually reinforces toxic qualities, mirror each other

High School AU — Normal couple, communicates, discourages unhealthy aspects of the relationship, opposites of one another

Are they (HS AU) healthy or not:

Healthy… or, they certainly try to be.

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Harvard era finnlo plz👀 gotta love angst w/ baby finnlo love and sweetness

*Sighs*

Once again, I cannot write unresolved angst. It's just too painful, and I don't like to hurt myself that much. HOWEVER, this piece does STAY a little angsty because Leo is a *kinda hurt* ray of sunshine in NOLA after the playoffs, BUT FinnLo miss him SOSOSO much!

Please keep sending in prompts if you'd like! I'm almost done writing all the ones I've got. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove :)

Logan didn’t know how to be mad at Finn. That’s what he’d discovered after their first fight. 

Finn had promised to help him with his English reading, but then he’d had to meet up with his French Literature group for a project at the last minute because their professor had moved the due date up. With Samyra. Logan liked Samyra. She was nice, funny, smart, beautiful- and obviously got along with Finn. Logan wouldn’t be surprised if he asked her out. And Logan really should have been happy about that, should have been understanding about the fact that Finn really did have a good excuse to miss their study session. But it was Finn. He drove Logan crazy, he made Logan laugh, he made Logan lose every single bit of rationale he was holding in. 

And he was also supposed to help Logan study for his English midterm. 

Logan really regretted yelling. Irritation was justified, even if it wasn’t Finn’s fault. Feelings were justified, as Aubrey loved to remind him when he was little and got hot-headed, but the actions one took afterwards sometimes weren’t. And yelling at Finn, who had been trying to be reasonable even if he was confused, definitely wasn’t justified. Logan had slammed the door so hard after him a book had fallen from Finn’s shelf. Pride and Prejudice. Logan almost cried at the memory of him and Finn watching the movie the day Logan had turned in his essay on it. 

Now, Logan was still sitting at his desk, trying to make sense of the essay prompts they were given for Romeo and Juliet. Logan had read it in high school, but in French, and never with the level of analysis his professor required. He let out a frustrated grunt and threw his pencil down. He looked at his phone. 5:30.

The dining hall would be getting busy soon. He should have gone before all the good options were gone, but he never went alone. He and Finn always went together, even if they were coming from different places or left to meet up with different people after eating. It was Logan’s favorite part of the day: Finn’s undivided attention, Finn’s laugh, the way Finn always gave him half of his dessert. Logan let out a shaky breath and covered his face with his hands. 

After a moment, he heard a thump outside of their door and then the sound of the knob being turned. Finn walked through, humming to whatever was playing through his AirPods. He stopped when he saw Logan, looking him up and down, before taking his headphones out. The silence that stretched between him removing them from his ears and their case clicking shut seemed like an eternity. 

Finally, he looked Logan in the eye. “Hey, Lo. I-”

“I’m sorry,” Logan interrupted, standing abruptly. They weren’t eye to eye, so Finn had to look down, and even though the difference wasn’t much, Logan still felt incredibly small. Finn’s gaze was a little curious, a little shocked, a little hurt. Logan hated hurting Finn. “I’m sorry,” he said again. His accent sounded thick. “I’m so sorry, I should not have yelled at you. That was not fair.” 

Finn’s shoulder relaxed, the hurt fading into something Logan didn’t understand, but all that mattered was that Finn was looking at him. “Hey, no, it’s okay. You’re stressed.”

“No,” Logan shook his head. “Non, non, it’s never okay to yell at you like that. I-” He stopped. English was hard for him. He tried to think of what Aubrey would tell him to do. 

Breathe. Breathe, Logan, it’s okay to feel things. It’s okay to apologize, too. 

Logan took a deep breath. “I am sorry. I am stressed, and I was frustrated, but I should not have yelled at you.” He averted his gaze and looked down at his sneakers. He could make out where Finn had signed his name on the top of his foot with a smiley face. It made his breath catch all over again. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“What? Wait, no, Logan-” Finn cut himself off to grab Logan’s shoulders, ducking down to meet his eyes. “No, God, I’m not mad at you. I can’t- I can’t be mad at you.”

Logan jerked his head up. “What?” That sounded too close to-

“You’re my best friend. I can’t be mad at you.” Finn jostled him lightly. “You’re my best friend, okay? Forever. You don’t have a choice.”

“Oh.” The news wasn’t new to Logan, but for some reason he still felt surprised. “You’re my best friend, too.”

“Good. C’mere.” 

Finn wrapped him in a hug. His arms were strong and his chest was solid. Logan knew his hands were too low on Finn’s back, clutching at his waist. Normal friends didn’t hug like that. But Finn and Logan did. Logan was confused and scared, but he was mostly warm and safe. Finn’s arms were safe. Even if Logan didn’t know anything else, he certainly knew that.

“Okay,” Finn said, giving Logan one more squeeze before leaning back. They were a little further apart now, but they didn’t completely remove their arms from around each other. Finn smiled down at him. “Pack your stuff. Let’s go get dinner and go to the library. I’ll help you with your English essay, ‘kay?”

“D’accord,” Logan said, pulling away from Finn’s warmth to pack his things. A thought popped into his head, and he felt a pang in his stomach as he asked, “Did you ask Samyra out?”

Finn blinked. “Uh, no? She’s got a girlfriend. We’re just friends.” He cocked his head. “Why?”

“Oh, uh…” Logan shrugged. “Seemed nice, that’s all. Thought you might like her.”

Finn smiled slightly and shook his head. “No. No.” He bit his lip and looked Logan up and down. “No, I’m all set for now, actually.” He jerked his head towards the door. “C’mon, the dining hall will be busy soon, and I want to get the chocolate pudding before it’s gone.”

“You mean you want to get it and give it to me, don’t you?”

Finn shoved him out the door. “Maybe with other desserts, but not with chocolate pudding. Let’s go, Tremblay, you’ve got an essay to write and I’m starving.”

Logan laughed and walked with Finn down the stairs and out of the house. In the sunshine, with Finn as his company, he felt a little lighter.

***

“Fuck me, this steak is good.”

Logan smiled against the rim of his wine glass. Across the table, Finn had his cutlery poised and his mouth closed, slowly chewing his bite of New York strip. After a moment, he hummed in appreciation and opened his eyes. He smiled at Logan around his food. “What?”

Logan swallowed his wine and set the glass down. “You’re cute.”

That made Finn’s eyes sparkle. “You flirting with me, ten?”

Logan looked from his eyes, to his lips, to his capable hands, then back up to his face, where his cheeks were now flushing slightly. “Maybe.”

Finn put the utensils down and squeezed Logan’s ankle between his own two feet. “Stop that, I’ll never eat my steak if you keep looking at me like that. And it’s good steak.”

“Ouais, it is,” Logan sighed, picking up his own fork and knife and cutting into his piece of meat. “Le would like this place.”

“Mm.” Finn finished another bite. “Well, we can take him. When he gets back from New Orleans.”

“Ouais.” Logan worried the inside of his cheek. “Fish?”

At Logan’s tone, Finn looked up from his plate. “Yeah?”

Logan let out a nervous breath. “Do you think Leo’s mad at me?”

Finn studied him for a moment. The dim restaurant lights made his eyes look warm. Or, maybe, that’s just how they looked when they saw Logan. “No, baby. He’s not mad.”

Logan nodded minutely. “Ouais. Non, ouais, you’re right, I’m sorry. That was silly.”

“Hey, hey,” Finn said, taking both of Logan’s hands in his own and squeezing his fingers. He was leaning across the table a bit now, as if to keep their conversation private. “He’s not mad at you. Mad that we lost in the playoffs? Yes. Mad that he was in goal? Yes. Mad that it was you who scored on him? Yes. But he’s not mad at you, baby.” Finn paused for a minute, scrunching his eyes in thought. “I don’t even think he’s mad, more frustrated, because he could never be mad at you. And he's hurt. Hurt that we ended up in that situation and that we were forced to face each other like that. Hurt that he did, that he had to face some things he really didn’t want to.”

Logan let out an angry breath. “Jack.”

Finn kissed his fingers. “Yes. Jack, but not just him. Le felt so separate there, for a minute, you know? When I got my concussion. And you talked it out, and it’s fine now, but it did happen. And so he was frustrated at himself, and Jack, and the playoffs, and-” Finn looked conflicted for a second.

“What?” Logan pressed. “What, rouge?”

When Finn’s eyes looked into his, they were almost a little sad, but he smiled anyway. “I think that, the longer we’re dating, and the more he learns about the two of us at Harvard… I don’t know, he just gets more frustrated with the fact that he wasn’t there? Not like, sad, but- selfish, I guess, for the years he didn’t know us. Not that he could have, obviously, and we’re together forever, there’s no stopping that.” Finn smiled when Logan let out a light laugh. He shrugged. “I think he just wants to have been there with us. It probably would have been messy, I know, but- I don’t know, even I’m selfish for that lost time with him, I guess. With both of you. It would have meant more time with him, if he was there with us.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, I would have liked him there, too.” He brought Finn’s hands up to his own mouth, now, and kissed them gently. “But I also like him here.” He brushed a hand through Finn’s hair. “He helped me be okay with loving you both. With loving myself. And I don’t think I would have felt that way in college, even if he was there. I had a lot to learn.” He grinned softly. “I also cannot be mad at him. Or you. Never could.”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, me neither. And yeah, you did. We both did.” He cupped Logan’s cheek and kissed him gently. “I love you.” 

Logan smiled against his mouth and kissed him again. “I love you, too.” 

When he sat back and picked up his utensils again, he spared a glance at Finn. It was different than sitting across from him in the Harvard dining hall. He was still Finn. He made Logan laugh like he did back then, but it was also more now. He kissed Logan, he held Logan, he gave Logan pleasure so deep and heady, let Logan give him pleasure until they were shaking with it. He loved Logan. He loved Leo. He kissed Leo, held Leo, made love to Leo. Logan loved seeing him love Leo. He loved seeing Leo love Finn. He loved both of his boys receiving the love they so deserved, that he wanted them to have. He loved how gently they treated each other and him. He couldn’t ask for anything more, didn’t want to. He had everything he’d ever wanted, and even more than he’d ever thought to look for in the first place.

“You okay?” Finn asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

Logan smiled at him. “Ouais.” He pressed their ankles more insistently together. “I love sitting across from you at dinner.”

Finn tilted his head questioningly at him for a moment. Logan watched the moment he understood and felt something warm settle in his chest. Finn reached across and playfully pushed at his cheek. “Fuck, ten, don’t say things like that, or we’re going to be out of here real fast. And I am enjoying this steak.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. “It’s good steak.” He took a bite and considered for a moment. “But not as good as Leo’s”

“Ain’t that the truth. C’mon, eat up, you need all the protein you can get for those big muscles of yours. Then we can go home and call sunshine.”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully but obeyed, and poised his fork and knife.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Taking The Hit For Your Siblings

Requested: Hi! I have a succession preference idea with the roy siblings and baby roy!reader where maybe Logan goes to hit them (shiv, kendall, roman, conner) and reader steps forward and takes the hit for them? I wanna how how they'd react to reader protecting them when all of them have always been the one to protect baby roy. - anon

A/N: So angsty I love it!!!! I hope you like it my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor finally stands up to your father. Enough is enough. Your lip is split, and he may have knocked a tooth loose. You wave him away, telling him you're fine, but Connor knows you're not. You took the hit for him. You knew what you were doing when you stepped in front of him. Connor loved Logan, probably the most out of all of you. You couldn't let the man he loved hurt him. Now though, Connor lost his cool. Your other siblings take you out of the room, but it's no use. You can already hear the yelling. You've never heard or seen Connor so angry, but the others have. It's been years though. He was furious. Logan could ignore him and treat him however he wanted, that was fine, it didn't matter, but laying a hand on you was unacceptable. It didn't matter if it was accidental. He hit you. The baby, his baby. You were the most important person to him. When he's done, leaving your father speechless, he gets you some ice and a glass of salted water to rinse your mouth. He apologizes to you, so sorry he did that to you, sorry you felt like you needed to protect him.

Kendall gets mad. At Logan of course, but also you. You're still holding your cheek when you see that familiar flash of anger light up his eyes. If Logan wanted to punish him, if he thought he needed to show him who was boss, then he deserved it. You had no right to jump in and get yourself hurt in the process. Your father orders you to your room and, stunned, you go, watching Kendall the whole way up. The two of them radiate this pent up rage. You didn't want your brother to get hurt, that's why you stood up, taking Logan's wrath. You could see the hurt in his expression, the way his eyes glazed over. He was berating him and calling him terrible names. You thought that was enough. Kendall loves you. You're his baby. But you should never do that again. He makes sure that you know this. Whatever happens between him and your father, it stays between them. He doesn't want you believing you can save him. He doesn't need to be saved, especially not by you. In this family you have your places. You need to learn to stay in yours, no matter what's happening with him.

Shiv is too stunned to speak. Very rarely in her life has her father tried to lay a hand on her, but when he does, it always breaks something she didn't know was there inside her. Something snaps, a nerve maybe, something connecting her to him. When he goes after her, and that thing, whatever it may be, snaps off just a little more, she can't help but feel detached. You get in front of her before she can stop you, before anyone can. She catches you when you get knocked over, speechless. After she's had a moment to think, to let it sink in, for your father to storm out. She's practically holding you, her voice shaking. Are you okay? Are you okay? You can taste blood. He got you pretty hard. She can't think. She can't act. She has to take it in millisecond by millisecond. Logan was yelling at her. He had his arm raised. She was ready for the strike, for that little snap inside her, but it never came. You're in front of her. You take the hit. She can't get her hands to be still, checking you over and over. What did you do?

Roman wasn't expecting it. You're on the floor before he has the chance to react, your mouth aching, skin tingling. You took the hit for him. Why, why would you do that? Why would anyone do that? He's too afraid to stand up to your father. Not now, not while the iron's still hot. He can't think of what to say either. Instead he goes to you, on the floor, picking you up. There's a welt on the side of your head. It makes him wince. The others try to calm Logan down, Kerry and Hugo. None are concerned about you, about him. He walks you out, stunned. He can't believe what you did, why you would do what you did. He takes you to the bathroom where you can hide out for a minute. No one at Waystar would tell you to get out. His hands are shaking, every muscle tense in his body. He wants to shake you. He can't understand why you would do that, why, why, why, why??? It's his job to protect you, not the other way around. He needs that hurt, that release. Without it, it feels unsatisfying, like a sentence that ends right in the middle.

[takaraphoenix]

my brain: you should write 'there's only one bed' but with Stalion

me: ...how could I make that work in universe/good Alpha Pack canon divergence?

my brain: Good Alpha Pack that works for the Magic Council + Magic Council convention + Stiles working for the Magic Council too + Stalion room sharing because overbooking?

me: oh, okay, that could work. That could be a fun, short <5k Mischief Monday oneshot!!

The Overbooked Council Convention, currently at 6.5k: they barely had dinner and have, in fact, not shared the one bed yet

me: ...

me: ...what did I expect, that's one of my favorite angsty tropes and I am currently obsessed with this ship. Let's yeet that onto a Wednesday slot instead, December 11th...

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(and so you won't have to just read my frustrated conversations with myself and my uncooperative documents, have a little sneak peek too~)

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Stiles groaned softly to himself, his palms pressed against the cold marble of the counter in front of him, trying to keep himself from just sagging down onto the ground in frustration. He wanted to keep a bare minimum of dignity for however long he could. But after the fifteen hour drive he just had, everything in him ached and was cold, because of course did Roscoe’s heating break down in the middle of a cold autumn, of course it did. He’d been looking forward to reaching the hotel and to a hot bath and a warm bed for the past fourteen and a half hours, really.

Now that he was finally here, finally ready to check in and give himself to luxury and comfort at the cost of his employer, he was told that the hotel was overbooked. Overbooked. Because, apparently, the fucking Magic Council of North America couldn’t be bothered to make sure just how many Emissaries, Alpha Packs and other representatives and agents it invited to this meeting and how many rooms they’d need. And thanks to one too many breakdowns of Roscoe on the way here, Stiles was so late they had no available rooms anymore.

The receptionist looked ready to burst into tears. “I am truly so sorry, sir.”

Frowning at being called ‘sir’, Stiles rubbed his forehead. “It’s not your fault. I fully blame the council. Incompetent bureaucrats who only sit on their asses-“

“You know, you should not let the council hear you talk about them like that or you may no longer have a need for a room anyway, Stiles.”

Pausing in his frustrated face-rubbing, Stiles turned around. Near immediately did his face brighten when he looked at the redhead who’d spoken and the identical redhead right next to him.

“Ethan! Aiden!” Stiles couldn’t help the laughter bubbling in his chest as he practically threw himself at the two Alphas. “Oh, I haven’t seen you guys in years! I mean, in theory, I was aware that your pack would be here, because apparently fucking everyone is here, but, you know, it hadn’t consciously crossed my mind? It’s good to see you.”

A genuine smile spread over his lips when the twins hugged him back and each ran a hand slowly down his arms, scent-marking him. When was the last time he’d been scent-marked by a wolf? The happy warm feeling twisted into a sad, lonely kind of longing. He may not be a wolf himself, but he’d spent too much time of his life with wolf packs, he guessed.

“You grew up, pup,” Ennis said with a grin, ruffling Stiles’ hair roughly. “Still a twig though.”

“That’s called a twink and I am proud of it,” Stiles stuck his tongue out at the large Alpha.

The man laughed, a deep and rich sound that brought the smile back on Stiles’ lips. Kali next to him stepped up to also run a hand down Stiles’ arm, a pleased look on her face.

“My favorite student,” Marin’s voice held fond teasing. “How have you been, Stiles?”

Stiles’ heart jumped when he saw his former mentor and he practically buried himself in her arms. Deaton may have first discovered his Spark but the man had been unwilling to teach Stiles, to tell him more than the fact that he had a Spark. Stiles had wasted precious months. He would have been able to help so much better, may have even gotten himself, Erica and Boyd out of that damn basement all on his own, if he would have received even just a baseline level of magic training.

And then the Blackwood Pack rolled into town to evaluate the Hale Pack and see how Derek was faring as a young, new Alpha and with them came an actually helpful druid who was willing to teach Stiles all about magic. Or at least all she could teach him, what with her not being a Spark. Still, even Sparks could use spells, potions and rituals, needed to learn how to focus and channel magic, and all of that were things that Marin had been able to teach him.

While the Blackwood Pack had stayed in Beacon Hills, Stiles had spent nearly every afternoon at their apartment to study under Marin. Out of everyone in Beacon Hills, he had spent the most time with the Alpha Pack and thus grown the fondest of them, had befriended them.

The Alpha Pack helped Derek grow into the Alpha Stiles had always hoped he could be, helped him reconcile with Boyd and Erica, who’d chosen to stay in Beacon Hills after their little abduction and torture session. They also reunited Derek with his little sister Cora, who had been placed in foster care in another pack, because Laura had been too young and too overwhelmed to take on the responsibility of being Alpha and raising both a teenager and a little child.

The Alpha Pack had also helped them out with their Darach problem that popped up at the same time. Sadly, once the Darach was taken care of and the Hale Pack was stable enough, they left Beacon Hills again. That had been five years ago and though he hadn’t seen them since, and though they had only been a part of Stiles’ life for half a year, Stiles felt a warm giddiness at seeing them.

“I see you’ve fallen victim to the Magic Council’s impeccable managements, darling boy.”

Stiles’ heart stumbled a little and he couldn’t fight the shudder that ran down his spine at that delicious British accent and that pet-name that meant absolutely nothing because Deucalion was just being very British but it still did a lot to Stiles. Even after all these years. Oh, he’d had the biggest crush – maybe more, but Stiles had actively tried not to think about that back then and was definitely not going to start thinking about it now – on Deucalion Blackwood. The Alpha of Alphas. A title well-deserved. Turning a little, Stiles came face to face with the man and if possible, Deucalion looked even more handsome than the last time Stiles had seen him. Truly aging like the finest wine. Still tall and with broad shoulders, a lean but strong build and a face with sharp cut angles and a smirk that could make Stiles’ pants drop if the Alpha ever desired so. Not that Deuc ever would desire so, because why would he, but Stiles could dream. Had dreamed about that repeatedly, in many different positions, back then and for years to come.

“You know me, Demon Wolf. The person with the worst luck around.”

It was weird, Stiles didn’t know what to do with Deucalion. Every fiber in his being made him want to jump the man in a hug like he’d done with Marin, but he had been much closer to his former mentor than to the Alpha of Alphas. He’d just been an awkward, annoying kid who only invaded the Alphas’ den to be taught by their Emissary, after all. And what was he to them five years later…?

[bonny-kookoo]

🧟

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Jk

"don't leave me"

This shit is angsty as hell sorry

"You should pack too." Jungkook mumbles as he zips up his worn down backpack, having stuffed as much of his stuff in there as he can. He knew you'd never be able to stay in the abandoned apartment forever- but still. Even in times like these, you both had managed to somehow make it into a home.

Memories edged into the furniture and cracks in the walls. Forever there- simply invisible to those who don't know how to look for them in the faint spiderweb and broken dishes in the sink.

You're laying on the bed, on your stomach, bare feet swinging back and forth almost innocently. You've always been like that. His ancor, a small bit of normalcy in this chaos.

Unchanging.

The memories of your biggest scare still hang heavy in his bones. Summer, the house hot and both of you barely dressed at night to somehow get at least some hours of sleep. The zombie having broken in, you pushing him off to protect jungkook- he'll never forget that, will forever stay grateful.

"Hey, stop being lazy and pack." He chuckles, crossing his arms while you smile at him, head on your arms.

"There's nothing for me to pack." You answer, and he shakes his head, instead moving with a sigh to pack some of your clothes into your smaller bag. "Jungkookie.." you hum, and he gives a simply nod back.

"You should also get dressed. It's cold outside.." he drifts off, noticing something off.

It's cold.

It's freezing, in fact. He's wearing a shirt and a sweater on top, long thick sweatpants and boots- and yet you're only in a summer-esque bedroom attire, consisting of a strapped top and your shorts.

"No.." he whispers, face falling as his mind slowly comes to a conclusion. His emotional side however, isn't as fast and easy to accept the situation he's finding himself in. You're right there, on the bed. You're right there- you're fine?

Right?

"Come on- you'll catch a cold-" he stutters towards you, pulling out one of your old sweaters, faded pink that's sadly a little stained.

You move now. Sit up, legs crossed, a somber smile on your face. He doesn't like that look.

"Don't be difficult now, please." He begs. "Just- get dressed, I'll go slow okay? I know you can't walk well with that bi- b.." he drifts off as his throat closes up. "..that bite.." he gets out, before his eyes tear up, mind slowly coming to terms with it.

Because you don't have any marks at all, sitting there on the bed. No bruises, no dirt at all on your skin. No bite. No scratch.

Just like he knew you, before the breakout.

He walks closer, bottom lip trembling as he falls to his knees right in front of the bed, arms barely out of reach of your legs. "Okay.." he says, hums into the sheets. "Lets stay then."

"You have to leave." You tell him though, and he swears he can feel your hand on his head, fingers running through his hair. "You've got to.. move on." You remind him, and he knows. He knows.

He really does.

"Don't leave me.." he sobs down into the mattress below, hands clinging onto the blanket.

"I won't." You say. "I'll stay as long as you'll remember me." You reassure him, and he wants to throw up from the force of his own tears.

He remembers it now. Properly.

You didn't just protect him. His mind shows him the actual memories of that night- the window crashing as you fell through it, as you took the undead man with you- the stains on your pale pink sweater from the way he'd pushed it onto the bite marks on your leg down in the kitchen. You didn't just protect him.

You died for him.

He just didn't want to remember until now, as he puts on his jacket, and takes both his bag and yours with him, the door behind him closing. And as he looks back to the house, one last time, there you are.

Waving from the broken window, with that heartwarming smile of yours. And as long as he remembers that sight of you-

You'll stay.

Forever.

[animeniacss]

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 7 - A Surprise from Overseas

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.9k words

Chapter 7 - A Surprise from Overseas

Confusion. That was all you felt in your body as you stared at the woman before you. She only smiled sweetly at you; hand outstretched in hopes you would take it. You did after a moment, shaking her hand and offering a little bow of your head.

           “Hello.” You said quickly. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

           “No.” Mina smiled. She fixed her pocketbook. “At least, not yet.”

           “Uh.” You looked over your shoulder at Minnie, who was standing behind you. She seemed just as confused as you did. Turning back to Mina, you saw her outstretch a small card to you. Taking it into your hands, you admired the professional nature of the card. Myoui Business Co. was written at the top, followed by the list of places where their business practices were used, such as Korea, the United States, and Japan. You looked up at her again.

           “I’m sorry to drop by unannounced.” She said. “Like I said, I’ve heard a bit about you. I wanted to come and meet you in person.” 

           “Who told you about me?” you asked.

           Without missing a beat, she said: “Kim Mingyu.” It took every fiber in your being to hold your face in a composed manner. Your fingers curled tightly around the card, bending the sides. The paper is pressed into your fingers. Questions rattled your brain as you watched her smile still stay sitting on her face. “You do know him, right? This is the right apartment?”

           “Yes? How do you-?” Before any more questions could slip past your lips, you heard footsteps coming down the hall. Looking over, you saw Mingyu, and your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t even have enough time to take in how handsome he looked, his hair styled nicely and his suit freshly pressed.

           “Mingyu!” Mina smiled, clapping her hands together in glee. “What brings you here? Did you hear me talking about you?”

           “Mina.” He hissed. “What are you doing here?!”

           “What do you mean?” Mina blinked, her smile finally dropping just a bit. “I came to see you.”

           “Why? I thought-.”

           “Can’t friends just drop by and give surprise visits?” she asked. “I did that just now myself.” She turned to you and offered yet another smile. You looked over at Mingyu.

           “Mingyu. Who is this?” you asked. Mingyu finally turned to look at you. For a second, you saw his lip get chewed in between his teeth as he tried to think of what to say. When you saw his eyes dip down your figure, your breath caught in your throat. Was he…checking you out?

           Mina seemed to notice to, stepping a bit closer into the trio. “Our fathers do business together.” Mingyu said. “She’s a friend.”            

           “All you’ve told me about her, and you’ve told her nothing about me?” Mina’s smile grew playful, but it only made you feel sick. You stepped back into your apartment a bit. A hand was on your back, and you turned to see Minnie, a silent observer as she made sure to keep you steady.

           Mina seemed to notice the annoyance on Mingyu’s face. “What’s wrong? I just wanted to meet the girl you told me about.” She said. “She seems lovely. Beautiful, too.” She looked at you. “I love that color on you~.”

           “Thanks…” you said, slightly flattered by the statement. Is someone as beautiful as her saying that? I can’t help but be flattered.

           Sharp eyes turned back to a flustered Mingyu, who was scratching as the nape of his neck. “Am I interrupting something?”

           “Yes,” Mingyu said. “If you wanted to come to Korea, you should have told me.”

           “I told your father.” She said simply. Mingyu clicked his tongue, mentally cursing out his old man.

Of course.

“Your bodyguard is the one who told me where you were coming tonight. I just wanted to make it a surprise.”

Of course.

Mingyu rubbed his temple, lips tightly pulled into a thin line.

“Well, now is not a good time. She and I have plans and-.”

“I see that.” She smiled. “I was hoping she and I could go out ourselves. Talk about you a bit.” You blinked. “But I was too late this time. Next time, okay?” She smiled at you one more time. As she fixed her bag once more, you heard something jingle out of your view. She pulled out her car keys. “I hope we can hang out before I leave.” She said to you simply. With a gentle wave, she smiled one more time at Mingyu. “Bye, Mingyu.”

“Yeah…” was the only thing he could muster out as he heard her walk down the hall, heels clacking along the tile until she reached the elevator. It took a second, but when you looked at Mingyu, he fixed himself and looked at you. Your eyes dropped to his other hand, tightly clutching a bouquet of roses. “I cannot believe this.”

“How do you know her?” Minnie finally popped up, poking her head over your shoulder.

“She’s just a friend. Our parents have business deals. That’s all.”

You didn’t feel convinced. That whirlwind of interaction made you feel uneasy and nauseous. Immediately, rumors you had begun to expel as just that began swimming back into your head, nestling into your brain. You shook your head, looking back at Mingyu as he seemed to do the same to you.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll have a talk with my father about this. I had no idea she was coming here. That must have been such an awkward moment for you.” When Mingyu deep bowed in front of you, you had to force a smile onto your lips.

“Don’t worry.” You said. Mingyu stood himself upright.

“Do you still want to uhm-.” Mingyu fumbled for his next words. You nodded.

“Of course, I do.” A relieved smile formed on his face, and he finally stuck the rose bouquet in your direction.

“Good. You look way too stunning to just stay in.”

It was as if that one sentence completely washed away all of your unease. Pink decorated your cheeks like new accessories to your outfit. “Oh, come on.” You laughed nervously, taking the flowers in your arms. You felt Minnie’s hands snake into view, taking the roses. When you caught her gaze, she grinned.

“I’ll get these in water. Have fun, you crazy kids.” She beamed, before giving you an encouraging nudge out the door. She closed it behind her, and you looked at Mingyu once again.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded, and the duo headed back to the elevator.

Meanwhile, sitting atop one of the higher balconies of the apartment, two angels peered over the edge. They watched a woman make her way back to her car, sliding in the driver’s seat and starting it up before pulling out of the driveway. They looked at one another.

“I don’t remember seeing her,” Joshua said.

“Me either.” Jeonghan sighed, rubbing his chin. “Aah, man. We really should have stayed the entire weekend.”

“Who is she to him?” Joshua asked, looking down once again to see Mingyu helping you into his car. The both of you were off only moments later.

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           The car ride was silent. Neither of you knew what to say. Mingyu gripped the steering wheel, eyes stuck on the road. If he looked over at you, the look he could only imagine you had on your face would shatter him. How could this have happened? Is this what his father intended when he threatened that Mingyu had to fix this? Sending her overseas?! It felt way too extreme. Mingyu’s internal monologue was stopped by a smoother, gentler voice in his ears.

           Compliment her hair specifically. She seemed unsure how to style it with her outfit. I think she’ll appreciate it.

           Joshua’s words of wisdom allowed Mingyu’s shoulders to relax. “Hey.” He finally said, cutting the silence like a thick butter knife. You looked over at him. “I like what you did with your hair.”

           A smile formed on your face, hands instinctively reaching up to play with someo f the curls. “You do?”

           “Of course. It’s different for you.”

           “It’s only a fancier version of my usual early morning bun.” Mingyu chuckled a bit.

           “I think that hairstyle looks good too.” He made sure to add. “But I meant it when I said you look nice tonight.”

           “Oh, thank you.” You shifted shyly in your seats. “I think it’s so funny how we ended up matching.” You motioned to his tie. “It looks nice.”

“Thank you…” Mingyu now said. For once, since he saw them fighting over you a few days prior, Mingyu made a note to thank them for their advice. Though small in the grand scheme of things, the matching tie and hair compliment made everything feel like things would be back to normal. “I hope you haven’t eaten today. This place gives huge portions.”

“Oh, gosh, really?” you sighed. “I wish I knew earlier. Minnie and I snacked getting ready." Mingyu laughed a bit more.

“I won’t let you get sick.” He assured. You nodded, your eyes turning towards the night sky, the street lights sparkling as a guiding light to what would be the best night of your life.

At least, it was supposed to be. But Mina’s beautiful face and gentle speaking voice kept knocking at the back of your mind the rest of the drive.

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           “Wow.” You gasped. As Mingyu opened the door, offering a hand to help you out, you admired the large building before you. The pictures you had seen did it no justice, the monochrome styling looking its best under a beautifully lit night sky. “This place is amazing.”

           “Told you it would be worth it.” Mingyu smiled confidently, closing the door behind him. He handed the keys to a valet, who nodded his head and hurried to park the car. “Shall we?” he asked. You nodded, the both of you heading inside. Immediately, it felt as if wealth and affluence punched you in the face. The spacious building was filled with beautiful orchestral music, each seat placed around in a way that allowed them to see and hear the beautiful sound as they ate. The view from the wall-to-wall windows allowed you to see each part of Ilsan’s beauty, as it was right by Lake Park. Mingyu got your reservation settled, before leading you to one of the tables, decorated with warm candles, and already set up. As expected, Mingyu was quick to pull out your chair, allowing you a second to smooth out your skirt and sit before being pushed in towards the table. He sat himself down across from you, unbuttoning the one button he had together this entire time. You smiled.

           “This is much better than I imagined,” Mingyu smirked.

           “Beats chicken, hm?”

           “Well, no, but-.” Again, Mingyu had to laugh. You both ordered your drinks, and you immediately got to scanning the menu. Each dish that you read sounded better than the last. You had no idea what to get. When you looked over your menu to glance at the man across from you, Mingyu had already set his down, nursing his glass of wine in his hand as he took a sip. When he caught your gaze, he smiled.

           “Know what you want?” he asked.   

           “No idea.” You said, setting your menu down. “It all sounds really good.” Mingyu leaned forward a bit, pointing at one of the dishes. It was a shrimp pasta dish in a creamy sauce.

           “This caught my eye.” He said. “Sounds just the right amount of fancy.”

           You laughed a bit. “Okay.” You pointed to the same one, your fingers just lightly brushing against each other. The light gesture sent electric currents from your finger to the rest of your body, and you shivered. “I might get the same thing. Maybe with chicken?”

           “You and the chicken.” Mingyu laughed a bit, and you smiled more. You looked down, seeing both of your fingers lingering there for just an extra second. You blinked, watching his finger seemingly twitch a bit as well. When you looked up, you saw Mingyu finally lean back in his seat. He exhaled a shaky breath, before fixing his suit coat. “Okay. Sounds good then.” He quickly folded up both of your menus, setting them to the side. He looked around, seemingly catching the waiter rather quickly. He lifted his hand, alerting the man’s attention within a matter of seconds. You chewed on the inside of your lip at the sight before you. When the man approached, Mingyu wasted no time ordering his meal. Right as you opened your mouth, Mingyu stopped you, ordering your order right after he finished with his. When the waiter left, you smiled in amusement.

           “Ordering for me? That’s a bit forward.”

           “You didn’t like it?” Mingyu asked, leaning forward. You smiled a bit. “I’m hurt.”

           “Do you always make sure to order for the lady?”

           “When I want to.”

           “I see.” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat. Mingyu watched as you looked around the room, eyes falling on the musicians playing nearby. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a live orchestra before."

           "Really?"

           "I feel out of place."

           "Well, you don’t look it,” Mingyu assured. “Don’t overthink it.” When you looked back at him, your smile faltered a bit.

           “I bet you went to really nice restaurant on your vacation too.” Mingyu nodded.

           “My friends and I did.” He said. “We had really good, fresh sushi. I’ll have to take you some time.”

           “When we go to the cherry blossom festival.” Your comment seemed to spark something in Mingyu, guilt or excitement. For once, something you couldn’t make out. “Was Mina one of your friends?”      

           Mingyu shrugged. “Only one of the days. But we didn’t do much. She and I went to Tokyo Tower and got lunch. My father did a lot for her father, and she wanted to thank me.” For some reason, the story felt a bit…unfinished to you. However, you nodded.

           “She seems nice.”

           “I guess.” Mingyu leaned back in his seat, fumbling with the cuff of his sleeve. “This night is for us. I don’t want to talk about other girls.” He looked up at you again, and you shivered at the seriousness of his request.

           “Sorry I brought it up…” you said gently.

           “Don’t be. I suppose it was a shock.” He said. “I just don’t want you to focus on it and make yourself upset.” The gentleness in his voice calmed you down once again, and the food was then set down in front of you both. The warmth of the steaming plate cuddled your cheeks, and you giggled a bit. It smelt amazing too, the cooked and seasoned chicken making you even more excited to eat. Mingyu chuckled. He immediately picked up his phone as you lifted your fork. When you heard a snap, you looked up.           

           “Are you seriously taking a photo?” You asked. Mingyu laughed a bit, hiding the phone from view almost as quickly as he snuck it out.

           “I couldn’t help it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.” Motioning to you with his fork, he nodded. “Dig in. Tell me how it tastes.”

           You wasted no time doing what he asked, immediately putting a bite of the pasta into your mouth. Slurping was unladylike, so you covered your mouth to muffle your attempts to hide it. Mingyu heard it, and it made him start laughing, covering his mouth as he doubled over. “Don’t laugh. I’m trying not to do it!”

           Mingyu snickered a bit more. “Oh, you’re so cute.” He muttered. That comment tickled your brain in a way that it hadn’t ever before. Mingyu blinked, looking up at your flustered face. “Oh, uh. Sorry, I-.”

           “It’s ok.” You said. You took another bite of your meal, unable to control the smile on your face as you allowed those words to replay in your head like an old VHS tape, but this one would never break due to constant reuse.

           This one would last forever.

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           “I told you it tasted better with the chicken!” You said.

           “I strongly disagree,” Mingyu said simply, shrugging. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules. The shrimp was much better.”

           “Mingyu, you are some type of sick and twisted.” You said, both of you again unable to contain your amused laughter. Mingyu motioned to the valet, handing him the card with his car’s parking spot on it. The both of you waited for him to return with the car. You rubbed your arm, still a bit chilly in the spring air despite your long, puffy sleeves. Just as you were able to comment on it, something heavy fell on your shoulders. When you looked over, you saw a dark black suit jacket covering your dress. Looking up, Mingyu was fixing his tie and the cuffs of his button-up shirt. His hair was still so perfectly slicked back, despite the wind's desperate attempts to ruffle it even a little. The warmth of the jacket made you hum. “Thanks…” you said.

           Mingyu smiled down at you. “Sure.” Just as the car pulled around, Mingyu opened the door and allowed you inside, before slipping into the driver’s seat. You set the jacket onto your lap now, covering up your legs as the car headed off onto the street. “Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked.

           “Oh, yeah.” You smiled. “It was delicious.”

           “I knew you’d like it.” He said. You hummed.

           “We should all go out for chicken soon, though.” You said, and Mingyu grinned. “We can invite Joshua and Jeonghan, they haven’t been to our spot yet.” While Mingyu’s smile faltered only a bit, he nodded his head.

           “That’s a good idea.” He said, glancing at you. You continued to smile sweetly. After another minute, Mingyu added: “We can go for your birthday.” The idea made your heart soar in your chest.

           “Yeah?” the hopefulness in your voice made Mingyu’s smile even bigger. “Okay.”

           “Yeah.” He said. “I’d love to do something really fun. All of us together.”

           “Like what?” you asked. Mingyu watched your eyes sparkle a bit at the idea.

           “Well-.” He snorted a bit in amusement. “If I told you, it would ruin the surprise.” He heard a disappointed sigh from you as he pulled back up to your apartment, and into a spot, where he parked the car. “It’ll be great.”

           “Alright. I’ll trust you. But if you don’t deliver-.” Mingyu gasped, now you being the one to grin at him.

           “The level of disrespect.” He said. He slipped out of the car, quickly opening the door and helping out back out. When you looked up, you saw two figures sneaking out of view from the balcony. You chuckled, alerting Mingyu’s attention. “What’s so funny? My feelings of betrayal?” Your only response was to shove him playfully.

           “No, no,” you said. Stretching your arms over your head, you smiled. “I’m exhausted.”

           “Let’s get you inside, then.” He said. He led you towards the door, both of you hopping into the elevator and making your way up to your floor. “I had fun tonight.” You said.

           The positive review left Mingyu beaming, proud of the night he had planned. “Yeah? Good. We’ll go back again one day soon.”

           “I’d like that.” You said. As the ding of the elevator became the only noise echoing in the small space, you looked over to Mingyu. He was chewing on his lower lip, obviously thinking about something. Was it the same thing you were thinking of? Your heart raced at the mere thought of it. Just then, he turned to you, stating your name in a way that made your heart thud like a million drums at once. When you looked over at him, neck craning at the tall man before you, you gulped.

           “Yeah?” you asked. Mingyu was quiet for a second. It seemed to be a second too long, however, as the elevator jerked forward at the next stop. It was so unexpected that both of you stumbled, Mingyu quickly reaching out to grab you by the waist and steady you. You instinctively reached out and gripped onto his tie, like a rope suspending you over a bridge. However, this rope only brought both of your faces in closer proximity to one another.

           “Easy.” He said gently, though it did nothing for the heart doing gymnastics in your chest. You looked up at him again, face just as flushed and surprised as he seemed to be. He gulped as well, unsteady eyes examining every feature of your face. You wanted to move your eyes from his, if for no other reason than to hopefully distract yourself and slow your heart down. That ding of the elevator was louder than ever. Was it always this loud and obnoxious? You felt time slow down just a bit as the two of you simply stood in the rising elevator, looking to see who made a move first. Was there even a move to make? You didn’t know what the current situation called for.

The last bell rang, and the elevator stopped. Both of you looked towards the door as it opened to reveal your hallway floor. Mingyu’s eyes widened when he saw two figures standing by your door, just about to open it when the elevator seemed to alert their attention.

           Joshua and Jeonghan’s eyes widened at the sight before them that quickly sought to rectify itself, Mingyu releasing you, and you turning your focus to smoothing out your dress sleeves. Joshua and Jeonghan’s eyes immediately locked into the red painting both of your cheeks like blank canvases, showcasing your entire emotional portfolio without any subtly.

           “Are we interrupting?” Jeonghan asked, grinning in amusement. When you looked up at them, you saw Joshua avoid your gaze for just a second. He seemed to take a deep breath, before looking back at you both, ready with a comment.

           “Just click the elevator button if you need more privacy. We’ll be in here.” He pointed to the door that Jeonghan was just opening up. You chuckled shyly, looking over at Mingyu as he fixed his tie and ran a hand through his hair. When he saw the elevator doors close, he frantically reached his arm out, stopping it. His frantic gaze softened as it fell back to you.

           “I’ll see you Monday.” He breathed out. You nodded.

           “Okay.” You said, before ducking under his arm and heading down the hallway. Joshua and Jeonghan allowed you entry into your apartment. Before they followed behind, they gave Mingyu a frenzy of thumbs up and ‘OK’ signs with their hands, mouthing congratulations as they slipped into the door, closing it behind them. Mingyu chuckled a bit to himself, finally dropping his hand and allowing the door to close him back into the elevator and begin his descent to the bottom floor. When he was alone, however, he brushed a delicate finger to his lips. He could still feel your breath lingering nearby, and the feeling of it made him shiver.

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           Monday made you feel more nervous than normal as you entered campus, Joshua and Jeonghan at your sides much like they always were now. It was a routine you had grown accustomed to, despite their playful comments or bickering. They were chatting to one another now, allowing you to just barely listen to them. Instead, your mind was focused on Saturday night.

           All of it, putting on your new favorite red dress and admiring yourself in the mirror.

           All of it; was the delicious meal you ate with Mingyu, surrounded by beautiful music in a beautiful atmosphere.

All of it; staring into the stunning eyes of a beautiful Japanese woman who you have never heard of, but has heard of you.

           All of it; staring deep into Mingyu’s eyes as he held you tightly in the elevator, careful not to let you lose your balance but reluctant to release you when he knew that would no longer happen. The sensation of his breath tickling so close to your lips as you tried to decide what to do next.

           All of it.

           A high-pitched, cheery voice calling your name made you look up in surprise. You smiled, hopeful to see Minnie. The two of you spent the entire Saturday night into Sunday gushing - at least you did once you shuffled Joshua and Jeonghan out of the house – and you were eager to see how she’d hype you up when your group got together this morning. However, the girl approaching you was not who you wanted to see.

           Mina took hold of your hands and smiled sweetly. “Hello again! Did you have a good weekend?”

           “Uh. Yes…” you said, looking down at your hands. Hers were incredibly soft, and smelt of a sweet hand cream.

           “Good! I need to know all about dinner! It must have been so nice.” She said sweetly.

           “Uh-.” You found yourself continuously at a loss of words to respond to her with. “Please forgive me, but why are you here?”        

           “Oh.” Mina giggled. “I came to see you.” The shock of her response must have been clear on your face because Mina smiled. “I told you that I wanted to take you out for coffee one day. I thought we could go during the week when you’re not in class.”

           Before you could respond, your arms were intertwined yet again by two men. You saw Joshua and Jeonghan looking at Mina. She only smiled, nodding her head.

           “Hello! You must be friends. I’m Mina Myoui.” She bowed her head. “Nice to meet you.”

           “Joshua.”

           “Jeonghan.”

           The uncharacteristically deadpan delivery of their introductions amused you just a bit. Mina smiled.

           “I was just inviting her out.”

           “We’re all busy this afternoon,” Jeonghan said.

           “We have a study group,” Joshua added.

           “Oh.” Mina frowned as she took a moment to think. “Well, maybe tomorrow we can-.”

           “Unfortunately, we all need to get to class,” Jeonghan said, practically leading you away with Joshua following right behind. You blinked, turning your head just enough to see Mina watch you leave.

           “Alright. Bye! I’ll find you later.” She called. You didn’t respond as the duo led you into your first class’s building. You sighed, fixing your hair from the rough winds.

           “That was close.” Jeonghan sighed, rubbing his temple.

           “I feel we could have handled that a bit…subtler,” Joshua suggested.

           “I wonder if Mingyu even knows that she’s here…” You muttered. Both men watched as you fixed your bag, turned on your heel, and headed down the hallway. They quickly followed behind, and the three of you agreed it might be best to not worry about her for now.

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            When your final class came and went, you stretched as you stepped out onto the campus path. You hadn’t seen Mina since early that morning. Believing that she had most likely found Mingyu and given up, as you hadn’t seen either the entire day, you considered it something that would pass just as quickly. Joshua and Jeonghan agreed to meet you after your last class ended, agreeing to meet up in the front. So, shifting your feet, you crossed your arms and did so. It didn’t take long for a tap on your shoulder to turn your entire body. However, instead of two playful angels, you saw Mina. She was still as smiley as ever, fixing her bag as she looked at you.

           “I’m glad I saw you before you went home.” She said. She quickly held your arm, giving off the impression that the two of you had been best friends for years. You glanced down at it. “Coffee.”

           “I uh-.” You recalled Joshua and Jeonghan’s comment from this morning. “I can’t. I’m just about to meet with-.”

           “I know it’s not a study group.” She said, and you went silent. “I ran into your friend, Hoshi, I think? He’s really nice. He and Mingyu were talking earlier today. When I introduced myself and asked if I could join you guys, he said you don’t do a study group on Monday nights.”

           Fuckin’ Hoshi…. You thought to yourself. Honest and caring to a fault, as always. You could even picture his innocent smile as he single-handedly undid Jeonghan and Joshua’s quick-thinking work. “Sorry.”

           “It’s ok. I’m sure you’re a bit put off by me. That’s why I want to get this coffee with you, to tell you everything.” Everything – that word kept ringing in your mind as Mina led you down the path, talking obliviously. “My driver took me here today. He’s waiting in the parking lot. If you want, I can have him take you home.”

           You looked over to where you were just standing, seeing Joshua and Jeonghan had not yet arrived. As Mina continued leading you down the path, you matched your pace with hers and nodded. Everything. “Fine.” You said softly. Mina’s smile got wider, and the two of you headed towards the parking lot. Just as you disappeared, the duo of angels had arrived. They looked around, wondering why they didn’t see you in the spot that they had agreed to. 

           “Where did she go?” Jeonghan asked.

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           The drive to the café Mina had mentioned was quiet, but you didn’t have anything to say anyhow. Smoothing some ruffles out of your pants, you looked at Mina. She looked so delicate in her seat, looking down at her phone as she seemingly tapped away on it, her beautiful, long nails clicking against the screen. You silently admired her beauty until she caught your gaze, and offered a gentle smile.

           “I’m glad you agreed. The last thing I wanted to be pushy, but…” she motioned to the car. “It worked.” You chuckled a bit.

           “I appreciate the invitation.” You said softly. As the car pulled into a spot, you stepped out of the car and into the street. Mina was already motioning for you to follow her inside a nearby café. The lights were inside, illuminating the slowly dimming street. Once you got inside, Mina offered to order for the both of you and told you to go and get a nice seat by the window. You did so, sitting yourself down and watching her from afar. You watched as she greeted the man. Despite having spoken to her on many occasions in the past 24 hours, only now did you realize how good her Korean was as she spoke to him. I guess it’s easier when you’re rich….

           Mina came back after a few moments, setting down your coffee. You could feel the warmth from the cup, and you immediately flashed back to the pasta meal from the other day. “Thank you.” You said, before taking a quick sip of the sweet drink. It made you hum, a mix of unique and new flavors.

“Like it?” Mina asked. “It’s my favorite.” You nodded in response before taking another drink. “So.” she smiled at you. “I need to know how your date with Mingyu was.”

           “Hm?” you tried to hold back your cough, setting your coffee down and taking a deep breath. “Oh. It wasn’t a-.” Mina’s face immediately stopped your attempt at denial. “…It was nice.” You said. “We went to a fancy restaurant in Ilsan.”

           “Ah. That sounds romantic.” She said. “I bet Mingyu was a gentleman.”

           “He was…” you smiled at the memory of him holding your door, pushing in your chair, offering his coat without even being asked to. “He’s been kind like that ever since I first met him.”

           “When was that?” Mina asked.

           “Mmmm, freshman orientation. About two years ago.” Mina hummed, nodding her head. “We’ve been friends ever since the first night of orientation.”

           “That’s special. He’s a nice guy. It’s good to know that he’s always been that way.” You nodded, smiling a bit. For a moment, you finally felt a bit calmer talking to her. “I remember how handsome I thought he was when I first saw him. I’m sure you remember; he said our fathers did business together.” You nodded, allowing Mina to continue. “They attended our Christmas party this past holiday. He was very gentlemanly. When you have my connections, it’s very easy for men to forget that you’re still a woman and not just a pawn in their chess game of power.”

           “I see.” You said, almost sympathetically.

           “But not Mingyu. He’s been raised well.” You watched Mina rub her fingers along the sides of her coffee cup, eyes lost in thought for a moment as she smiled. When her eyes flashed to you again, you blinked. “Did you know that Mingyu and I were meeting to talk about the possibility of marriage?”

           The words she uttered made your entire body go rigid. However, you kept yourself calm, inhaling a deep breath and exhaling all of the nerves that you could feel bundling around your body. “I didn’t,” you said softly.

           Mina nodded. “Yeah. But he turned me down.”

           Despite the internal excitement, you frowned. “That must have been hard…” Mina chuckled.

           “It was. But he was still nice about it. He said we should still be friends, maybe business partners one day. He never was harsh to me. Upfront and honest. It made me fall even more for him.” She sighed. “That’s why I’m here, you know.”

           “Oh?” you felt your voice tremble a bit.

           “He and I had lunch after he turned me down. It was friendly. I was friendly.” She set her bag on her lap, pulling up a keychain into view. You looked at it for a moment, a beautiful golden chain with a decorative collection of Sakura cherry blossoms. It looked as if they were falling as they moved around the chain. “He even bought me this as a present before he left.” You felt your fingers grip hard around your cup, enough so that a bit of the coffee splashed out and landed on your finger. You stared directly at her as she continued to speak. “He’s so thoughtful. Still making sure I knew there were no hard feelings. He said he surrounds himself with kind people back home. He had mentioned something about his friends, one girl in particular.” You watched as Mina looked up at you once again. “I saw how his eyes sparkled when he mentioned her by name.”

           “O-oh…”

           Mina chuckled at your parrot-like repetitions, but she kept on talking. “I admired that. I wanted to meet the girl who had Mingyu’s heart wound up so tightly that he turned out every single blind date before even going to meet them.” She continued to smile at you. “I admire you.” She said gently.

           “Oh.” You shook your head. “Thank you. But I’m very confused. You don’t seem mad or…bitter.”               

           “I’m not.” Mina shook her head. “I came here to win Mingyu’s heart fair and square. He doesn’t seem like the type to fall for a girl who plays dirty, nor do I want him to.” She said. “So, I wanted to make sure I let you know of my intentions as soon as possible. I’m only here until the end of the next term if I can’t do that.” She shifted in her seat. “And I hope to prove myself, and end it as Mingyu’s wife.”        

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Elain breaking her bond definitely feels foreshadowed tons but I will say I know she’s going to sexualize THE HELL out of Az and Elain after reading how she wrote them in the bonus chapter. Which is great for shippers! But…Since I don’t care for the sisters (not Nesta’s biggest fan at all but I don’t mind her now) and even though I care for Elain more than Nesta I still don’t care ENOUGH to read another sexualized book like ACOSF ended up being. Not even for prudish reasons but the stan’s are already ALOT for Az’s ships that imagine how it’ll be if we get an ACOSF part 2. People don’t tak enough about how dreadful the timeline will become with ACOTAR becoming erotica smutt novels officially after another ACOSF. It’s why I could care less for Nessians they’re just deluded and to me have the most boring ship, but Elriel as much as I think they’re cute the timeline would get even worse.

Apart of me feels like Eluciens would be….a little less insufferable. Because Lucien’s not as erotic seeming as Az was. Like I’m sorry that over sexual Az in the BC is just not for me..Wanting to grab her by the throat, go down on her etc was the FIRST pov we got from him of her? IDK. It was a turn off I think esp after all the excessive sex in ACOSF. I’m not even a prude I love a good steamy read but..ACOSF part 2 is what I’m dreading after that scene between them. Lucien and Lucien stan’s suck mostly but it wouldn’t be all sexual and angsty I think they’d (I can’t believe i’m about to say this…) ..have a more interesting connection to read about. Elain and Az almost feel like bootleg Feysand with the Light and Dark contrast. Still cute! Just so many things I’m off about with them. And it’s weird bc I don’t even like Lucien..But I may like him with Elain if he doesn’t behave like Az. Idk! The scenes would be hot with Az but also idk why it turns me off so i’m conflicted. Though thinking of how he put Tamlin and Elain over Feyre in ACOWAR fucking up with Feyre ONCE again…It makes me think it’d be nice to see him not get here. So yeah i’m conclusion your girl is confused 😂 Masterbating to damn headache powder, that’s like a guy I know masterbating to Tylenol I bought him for migraines. Tf 😭 I feel like it’s supposed to turn me on Eps with how he looks but…it just doesn’t. And I love smut. So it’s weird.

I feel like the only time Sjm has talked about Azriel in an interview was to say that he’s a freak in bed. I literally cannot remember any other instance where she solely talks about him. It’s not just the smut that I’m dreading but the type of smut that’s going to be in acotar5. I have a funny feeling that mass is going to lean into the innocent girl + bad boy when it comes to Elriel and their “sex” life. I didn’t read one nessian smut scene because of how sjm wrote it.

To me it’s almost a guarantee that acotar5 is going to be filled with sex, sex, and more sex. I don’t want it to be like that and of course I hope for an actual plot that makes sense however I have no faith in mass😭. I feel like she doesn’t have any motivation to write these couples so she just has them fuck each other and call that a “connection”. She’s already set Azriel up to be a sexual being and his pov was just…? I feel like Elriel is a couple that is supposed to just be enjoyed on surface level. Like if I think too much about my head hurts.

Sjm has fucked up these characters so much that I don’t even know nor care who they end up with.