#this outfit was so hard to figure out but i’m happy with where it ended up

[doodlebug-aboo]

the best dang navigator in all of japan!!!!!

Futaba Sakura/Oracle from Persona 5

/click for better quality/

✨ko-fi✨

[spxllcxstxr]

Slow Burn Lovers with Jayce Talis • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Jayce head cannons? maybe like slow burn lovers trope, hcs can be mostly of like what it would be like dating him. Any pronouns is fine! (Tysm I love ur writing!) -- anon

Warnings: gn!reader, it’s all fluff motherfuckers 😫

A.N: his pouty lips are so KISSABLE 😫😫😫 also thank you so much, I’m so happy you like my writing…🥺🥺 I hope you like this too!!!

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By the time Jayce is partners with Viktor in the lab, the two of you had been friends for a very long time. You had spent most of your time in the Academy with him, from late night study sessions in the library to hanging out in your room with a few drinks. He was someone you quickly realized you could rely on, and he felt the same towards you

Your friendship gets the point where you both essentially know everything about one another. Every little detail about every little thing is mapped out in your minds

Your peers and professors alike always assumed the two of you were a couple and after informing them you and Jayce were just friends, they'd always give you a knowing look and an unconvinced "yeah, sure..." If the two of you weren't together at the Academy, they figured you would get together at some point

Being close friends with Jayce meant that greetings and goodbyes were accompanied by tight hugs, sitting across from each other meant he was, at some point, going to "accidentally" kick you, his hand would frequently rest on your bicep when together. Jayce Talis is a very touchy person and you were absolutely no exception to that. He feels comfortable with you, and this is the best way to show it in his opinion

Always asks you about your day, how you're doing, if you ate yet. He's extremely observant of your habits and behavior and he always wants to make sure you're better than just ok. You do the exact same to him, which always makes his day a little brighter

He falls hard for you, one day in the lab. He had feelings for you bubbling beneath the surface for years, but it never hit him that hard before. Jayce always compared everyone to you, always wanted to see you smile and hear your laugh, he never felt safe with anyone except you. However, it takes him another year to confess to you simply because he doesn't want to ruin your friendship--the greatest thing he's ever had. That was the fear from the very start, all those years ago, but this time it felt more real

When the two of you finally do get together (thank Viktor for pressuring Jayce to just do it already), it seems like almost nothing has changed. You and Jayce had just been acting like a couple for so long that there wasn’t a sudden feeling that something had shifted. However, this did mean that Jayce felt as if he had so many kisses to share with you to make up for lost time

Jayce would kiss you softly on the lips when entering the room, and if you were working he’s press a kiss to your temple. The man can’t get enough of you. There were kisses in the lab, in the corridors, late at night over candle-lit dinners. (Jayce will even sometimes pull you into a supply closet to make out with you when you look so heavenly in your outfit. He knows you two have other things to do and that Viktor is waiting for him back in the lab, but you’re just so irresistible. Surely Viktor understands…(Viktor proceeds to be jokingly mad at Jayce when he finally shows up, ten minutes late with ruffled hair))

Additionally, Jayce's once casual touches turn into something more. His hands linger longer on the small of your back or on the back of your hand. Each brush of his fingertips against your exposed skin sets your nerves ablaze and your heart beats quicker than before. Jayce is fond of bigger displays of physical touch as well. He loves just placing his head in your lap at the end of a long day and pulling your body closer to his in bed

(Heimerdinger feels especially vindicated when he finds out the two of you are finally dating. He’s known since the very beginning you guys were head over heels for each other; it was only a matter of time. Heimer is so happy for you guys once you tell him that he immediately asks when the wedding is and if he can officiate it)

Jayce has found that he has loved you since the very beginning and he sees a future with you by his side

[sxgakookie]

Summary: Your boyfriend, BTS’ Jung Kook, has a new, sexy persona that he’s showing through his music. But when it causes some of your insecurities to bubble up, he makes sure that you understand that you’re the only one for him. Genre: Fluff (idol!Jung Kook x Reader) Rating/Warnings: Adults Only (Body/appearance insecurities, kissing and sexual touching, suggestive ending) Word Count: ~ 1.5k

Tonight was not the first night you’ve attended one of Jung Kook’s concerts. You love watching him work the crowd, dance with his backup dancers, and give the audience the best show he could possibly give. But tonight, due to the new creative direction Jung Kook’s music was going in, you had a lump in your throat and jealous feelings in your chest, as he introduced his guest feature for the night. 

She was beautiful. As they performed together, Jung Kook looked so happy and you could tell he was having a lot of fun. It was silly, you knew, because the whole performance was strictly professional, but you still felt hurt when he danced a little too closely with her and brushed up against her, especially as her outfit was designed to be sexy and revealing. The choreography was very sexually suggestive, as was the song itself. You couldn’t help your insecurities from showing, and the negative thoughts came in as you wondered if Jung Kook found her attractive. Maybe even more attractive than you. 

“Excuse me.” You tapped on the shoulder of the security guard Jung Kook had hired for you. The tall man leaned down, so he could hear you over the screaming crowd. “I’m not feeling well… Can I be taken home, please?” 

You knew Jung Kook would be worried, wondering why you left his show early, but you didn’t care in that moment. All you wanted to do was hide in your bed, and let the tears you’re holding finally fall. 

Dating an idol is hard, especially as someone who is so far away from that life. Jung Kook is constantly surrounded by beautiful women, either fellow musicians who he creates music with, or his female fans, who throw themselves at him. You trust him, and the more logical side of you knew that Jung Kook wouldn’t hurt you. But you also felt insecure, and in your weaker moments, you grew frustrated with that side of his work. It was difficult being in love with somebody who you constantly felt you had to share with the rest of the world. 

When Jung Kook’s concert ended, his toned body was dripping with sweat and running on adrenaline. He made his way backstage, expecting to see you there, waiting for a kiss and to walk back to the dressing room. But when you were nowhere to be found, his brows furrowed. 

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked a member of his security team. 

“She asked to be taken home early.” One of the men responded. “She didn’t give us too much detail, only that she wasn’t feeling well.” 

Jung Kook nodded as he patted himself dry with a towel, getting himself ready to go back home to you. He hoped you were alright, and he thought of what he could do to possibly make you feel better, whatever the problem might be. 

“Baby?” He whispered, barely cracking the bedroom door. “Are you awake?” 

No answer. The room was dark, but Jung Kook could make out your figure in the bed, covered by blankets. He assumed you had already drifted off the sleep, until he heard sniffles. Jung Kook’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his heart sink. 

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle as he walked to your side of the bed. “What’s going on, baby?” 

He knelt down on the floor to be eye-level with you as you laid on your side, and he turned on your bedside lamp to see your face. Jung Kook’s lips were turned downwards in a deep frown, seeing how red with tears your eyes were. 

“I don’t know if I really wanna talk about it.” You murmured. If your sad tone didn’t break his heart, Jung Kook would’ve cooed at your adorable pout. 

“That’s ok, baby.” He said softly. “Although, if you’re upset with me, I’d like to know why so I can make it better. I don’t want you to go to bed sad.” 

Jung Kook was genuinely so confused at what could’ve gone wrong. He knew you enjoyed going to his shows, and he thought tonight would be fun for you both. Clearly, however, there was something else on your mind. 

“Do… Do you think I’m pretty?” You mumbled, sounding silly even to your own ears. 

“Of course I do.” Jung Kook said, his furrowed brows showing his confusion. “Baby, where is this coming from? Did I say something wrong?” 

“Don’t you think she’s pretty too, though?” 

“She?” He asked, before slowly piecing together who you were talking about. He sighed, sad that you would ever let your mind drift to those awful places. “She’s not pretty like you are, baby. Not to me.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” Jung Kook replied. His tattooed hand tenderly brushed a piece of hair from your face, before he wiped a tear from your cheek. “Can I lay in bed with you, honey? Is that ok?” 

Jung Kook knew when you get sad, and in your own head with your insecurities, he needed to be gentle with the way he treated you. It wasn’t the first time he helped you fight off your bad thoughts. You nodded, and Jung Kook whispered a quiet “thank you”, before slipping into more comfortable clothes and sliding into his side of the bed. He delicately turned you to face him, so you could be eye to eye with him as he talked to you. 

“Can you tell me what specifically hurt your feelings?” Jung Kook asked, interlocking his fingers with yours in between your bodies. 

“It’s stupid.” You said, ashamed of your feelings. 

“It’s not stupid.” Jung Kook pushed back. “If it hurts your feelings, and makes you feel bad, then it’s not stupid. Not to me.” 

“Ok.” You whispered. “The… the dance, and the outfits. She’s so pretty and she was dressed so sexy and I know it’s stupid-“ 

“Not stupid.” Jung Kook intervened, determined to stop your negative self talk. “Not stupid at all.” 

“Sorry. Not stupid.” You sighed. “But she was dressed so sexy and you were so close to her, and I… I’m not that sexy, you know? She’s so much cooler than me and I think sometimes you would rather be with someone like that.” 

Jung Kook’s heart shattered at the confession. He never thought while practicing the choreography, or doing the dress rehearsal, that any part of that could hurt your feelings. He kicked himself for not thinking of that, but he knew he needed to explain why. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t think about what that would’ve felt like to you, baby.” Jung Kook said, squeezing your hand. “I never wanted to hurt you, or be disrespectful. I don’t think of her in that way at all, which is why I okayed the choreography and the outfits, when I probably should’ve been a little more thoughtful. I’m sorry.” 

“Now I feel bad.” You smiled softly. “I don’t want you to change the way you express yourself because of me and my stupid insecurities.” 

“Not stupid.” Jung Kook corrected. 

“I love that you want to be more mature and sexy in your music and performances, I think that it’s fun. I don’t want you to feel bad about it. But… I don’t know…” 

“But what, baby?” He encouraged you to continue your thought. 

“Sometimes, I wish that side of you could just be for me. I know that’s selfish.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “But I wish I didn’t have to share you.” 

“You don’t share me.” Jung Kook said, a frown on his face. “You’ll never have to share me with anyone. Listen, baby, it’s just for entertainment. It’s fake, and it means nothing to me outside of my work.” 

Jung Kook pulls you closer to him, making you smile when his strong, tattooed arm wraps around your waist. You giggle as his lips find your ticklish spot on your neck, and he slowly climbs on top of you, smiling as he peppers little kisses to your skin. 

“When I come home, and I get to spend time with you, that’s real.” He murmured in between kisses. “This is when I’m not putting on an act. This when I’m not performing. It’s real love, and nobody else gets that but you. Ok? I’m all yours.” 

“Ok.” You smiled, your giggles slowing down. Jung Kook lifted his head so that his eyes could meet yours, sparkling with adoration for you. 

“You’re the only woman I love.” He promises. “You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, and it takes everything in me not to touch you constantly. Please, don’t think I’ll ever see another woman the way that I see you. And if you ever need a little extra love, to remind you of that…” He trailed off, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your skin. “… I’m more than happy to help you remember.” 

“Kookie!” You squealed, feeling his hands make their way up to your breasts as his lips find your neck again. 

“There’s my favorite, pretty girl.” He smiled into his kisses, happy to turn your sniffles into the playful giggles he loves so much. “Wanna make you feel beautiful tonight. I love you so much, Y/N.” 

“I love you too.” You responded, throwing your hands in his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew from the love marks your boyfriend made on your neck, that you’d wake up the next morning exhausted and feeling so, incredibly loved. 

[mvltisstuff]

Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?

(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)

matilda - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3

it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.

as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.

this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.

“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.

“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”

“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”

y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.

she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.

she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”

“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”

“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.

“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”

they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.

“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.

“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.

“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”

conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.

if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.

y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.

it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.

“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.

“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”

“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.

“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”

“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”

“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”

“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“

“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”

y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.

“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”

and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.

[laenordeservedbetter]

For Sam x reader.

Ghostface is back and had followed the Carpenters, the twins, and Amber's older sister, Reader, to New York. No one trusting her because of the fact that her little sister was Ghostface, Reader is in disbelief, and Sam breaks up with her on the spot. Fast forward to the end, where Ghostface is dead, everyone's being treated by paramedics, Reader is seen walking away from the scene alone. Kirby asks where she is, Sam then sees her walking away, holding her broken arm to her body, and runs after her and apologies for not trusting and believing her. (Reader saying it's too late for sam to apologize. She then walks away from her friends, from Sam.)

You're Somebody Else

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Freeman!Reader

Synopsis: You were told that the biggest betrayal comes from the people you care about the most, but never did you expect it to hurt so much.

Warnings: scream vi spoilers, violence, spitting, cussing, angst, no happy ending. lmk if I missed any.

A/N: I wrote this at a coffee shop. I'm still here rn, so we'll see how many fics I can post before I go home. (This will probably be the only one)

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

You stood before Amber’s Ghostface outfit, reaching out to touch the fabric before you remembered where you were -- who you’re with. The glares given to you by the rest of the group burned at the back of your skull. You can practically sense their judgments. Since the first Ghostface attack in New York, they pointed their fingers at you. You understood, given what you've all been through. Can't be too careful. You didn’t care that you saw the contempt on your own girlfriend’s face. You stayed by her side, understanding where she was coming from.

Being related to a previous Ghostface was something you and Sam had in common. When you are linked to a person with that track record, it sticks with you even if you are different from them. Trust becomes hard to give. And out of everyone, you figured your girlfriend is the one who understood the most about what it’s like. However, it looks like the sentiment isn’t shared.

She approaches you, getting the courage to ask, “Can we talk?”

You can tell what’s about to happen before Sam can utter what she wants to say to you.

Nothing good ever comes out of conversations like these.

“I’m sorry.” Sam stares, her gaze cold, nothing like the Sam you fell in love with. With each deafening step she takes away from you, your heart shatters just a little bit more. You are wounded by the way she’s looking at you. Any wound or injury you might sustain in the next few minutes will not compare to the poison laced in the invisible knife held against your throat by the woman you love. “I can’t take any more chances. I can’t trust you. We’re done.”

You scoff, glancing towards the group in hopes that they would back up your claim. “Sam, you know me. I would never hurt you or Tara or. . . Anika.”

Mindy flinches at the mention of her girlfriend’s name. Her stare hardens. “You have no right to say her name. We know you did it. You killed her.”

“Mindy…” Your voice breaks as your throat feels like it’s closing up. You can’t do anything to convince them, letting the stream of tears flow from your eyes. No one came to your rescue to prove your innocence. None of them trusted you. You felt pathetic, humiliated, embarrassed. Your eyes settle on Sam again. “Really? After everything we’ve been through together, you-”

Sam glowers. “It’s over, Y/n. Please, stay away from us.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your back, the hurt in your tone clear as day. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.”

It was one thing for you to walk away and another knowing that Sam would not be going after you.

-

“It was easy luring you away from the group. Guess we really can’t choose our family, huh?” Ghostface makes a tsk sound, the voice changer turned off.

He takes a step forward, but you stay positioned adjacent to the wall. That voice…

“Ethan?”

Ethan removes his mask, holding the voice changer to his lips, “Didn’t expect that?”

Of course it was him. Little by little, the pieces fall into place. The apartment attack -- that was probably Ethan. He wasn’t with the group. Not even the skeptic Mindy questioned his whereabouts. Your tears haven’t dried yet and you were as sure as hell they weren’t going to stop now. You bring your hands together in a slow clap. “Oh, wow, that’s… Fucking brilliant, actually.” Clutching your stomach, you let out what sounded like a painful cackle. “This is the part where I die.” You say. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Oh no, no, no. See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Ethan smirks, gripping your left arm, applying pressure to where you had been previously injured a couple nights prior. “You are our scapegoat. I must give credit to Mindy for the idea. You have the perfect motive to be Ghostface! It was just gonna be Sam, but… The press would go crazier if it was a Bonnie & Clyde situation. Not that I care about that sorta stuff. It just works.”

You collect the saliva from your mouth, spitting in his eye. “Jokes on you ‘cause we’re not together anymore.”

“But they wouldn’t know that because by the time you get ‘caught’, all of your friends will be dead and you would look like the asshole trying to save yourself if you attempt to say the truth.”

Ethan places his free hand on your shoulder, pulling your arm with more force than necessary to guarantee that it would break. You stand there, biting your lip in order to hide the pain. If I screamed, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, you said to yourself bitterly. There’s not a single person who’d give me the benefit of the doubt. In fact, they’d make me suffer worse, believing that Ethan did the right thing. Who knows what creative scenarios he came up with already.

-

The paramedics found you slumped down beside a row of chairs after Sam and the rest of the group defeated the three Ghostfaces. They wondered why you weren’t with the others, but with a quick word from Kirby, they left you alone, guiding you outside to treat your broken arm. One of the paramedics - Theo (that’s what you heard Kirby call him) asked if you wanted a ride to the hospital. You declined, insisting that you could get there yourself without anyone’s help.

You spare Sam a glance, observing her interact with Mindy, Chad, and Tara. Core Four. Good for them. Although you were glad that they are are still extant, you can’t stop the rancor that you feel as you stare at the four. You want nothing more than for this day to be over, move to someplace else, maybe change your name. Anywhere is better than here. It’s become clear to you how unwanted you are in New York. A change of scenery might do you good.

Kirby (the only person who hasn’t treated you like scum) situates herself in front of Sam, “Hey, where’s Y/n?”

Sam only notices your absence when Kirby pointed it out. “Shit. I…” She scans the area in search of your familiar eyes, guilt eating at her knowing that she accused you of being a killer. Because of that, you got hurt. She’d never forgive herself for it. “I'll be right back.”

The blonde detective nods in understanding. “I’ll stay with Tara.”

“Thank you.”

You were on your way to the hospital when a hand grasps your injured arm. Recoiling from the touch, you look back to curse the one responsible for hurting your limb only to meet Sam’s pleading gaze. “What do you want, Samantha?”

“Y/n, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for being careless, for not trusting or believing you. If I had, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” Sam touches your good shoulder this time, expressing her genuine apology.

But no matter how many ‘I’m sorry’s’ she will direct at you, it won’t take away what’s been done. “It’s too late, Sam.”

“What? No. We can try again.” She pleads desperately.

You couldn’t bite back the words the words that are on the tip of your tongue, feeling the last ounce of self control fray away. “Try again? Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? You broke up with me because you didn’t trust me. You didn’t even try to understand my side!” The news reporters turned their heads at your outburst. They point their cameras to you, but you don’t make an effort to cut off your ebullition short. “All of you pointed your hands at me because what? I’m the sister of a killer?! If we’re basing our suspicions of all the Ghostface’s relatives, you should’ve been on the top of the list. The only thing I asked was for you to stand by me and you failed. So, no, we can’t try again. We’ll only end up worse than where we left off.” You finish, walking away from everything (not for the first time). “I’ll get my things out of your apartment tonight. After that, you won’t have to see me again.”

Sam stays still while you leave, clutching your arm in the process. That limb will heal, but the words that Sam has spoken won’t. There will remain a constant reminder of how you were betrayed by those you would give everything for.

So much for trust.

[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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What To Expect | Part Eight: Homecoming

Summary: one by one, each baby comes home to their forever family

Warnings: lots of postpartum medical talk, post-C-Section care, NICU talk, surgery recovery, Postpartum depression mentioned, hard time dealing with separation while babies in NICU. lots of crying, happy ending

A/N: after over a year i'm finially finishing this fic!! hope you all like it

Word Count: 3.7k

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It’s weird being sad on Christmas, but she was. 

Then she was sad on New Year's Eve, wishing she was kissing each baby's head as the clock struck 12… but visiting hours ended at 10 so the parents could try to get some sleep before the next visit at 8am. And she didn’t even sleep! She pumped and cried on and off until she passed out for a few hours, only to wake up and be allowed back in the hospital to do it all over again. And again. And again. 

It’s been 6 weeks now. 42 days. It felt never-ending.

Her mom was still visiting and was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room, but her mom could hear Y/N sniffle through the wall while she cried in the baby room. She thought she would let Spencer get some sleep for once and went to their kid's room to fold clothes and organize for the next few days. She brings a change of clothes for the bigger two, Wren is still too small to fit in anything, and she loves dressing them because it’s another thing she can do. That makes 4 things. She feeds them, she changes them and she dresses them, she holds them. Everything else was done by nurses and tubes and machines… 

Until today. In just a few hours, god willing, Axel would complete his 24 hours of bottle feeds and he’d be able to come home. Esmay is just a few days away from attempting the same challenge and then Wren… she was going to need at least another 3 weeks. She just started to gain weight, and she’s still not taking the bottle or the nipple when Y/N attempts it. 

It's breaking her heart to separate them, as much as she loves the idea of having Axel home… They slept better when they were close, they held hands when she held them at the same time, they stopped crying when the other was close… they had a bond she would never understand and now she had to separate them. It’s so sad to think about that she can’t stop crying as she searches the drawers for something cute for tomorrow. 

Her mom walked into the room quietly with a soft smile plastered on her face, she didn’t know what she was walking into, “Hey, sweet pea.” 

“Hey,” she whispers, looking up at her mom with tear-stained cheeks and a onesie held to her chest. “I’m figuring out what to bring Axel home in tomorrow.” 

“Is he coming home tomorrow?” 

She shrugs, “he’s so close to coming home. Every day he gets so close and then it's like he takes a random step back? He went on a food strike the other night, so we had to restart his bottle feeding test again… if I call at 7 and he’s completed his 24 hours then all he has left is the car seat test.” 

“Where he has to sit, safely for an hour without a problem?” Her mom remembers when Spencer explained it all the first time Axel failed his bottle test.

She nods, “I think he can do it this time. He’s over 6 pounds now, he’s stronger than ever, he’s coming home soon.” 

Her mom takes a seat beside her on the carpeted floor and looks at the outfit choices. “It’s still super cold out, but he’ll need to be safe in the car seat so no coat… this is cute?” It’s a green onesie with pink butterflies, and it made her smile. 

It included his sister's colours and symbolized how he was growing, he wasn’t just her wiggly worm anymore, he was a full-grown butterfly ready to fly home. She started crying again just thinking about it…

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I think you need to talk to your doctor,” her mom whispered. “Grieving the newborn stage and not getting time with your own babies was bound to be hard, but you’re suffering, honey. You need some help. You need to sleep, you’re not eating, you’re barely producing milk anymore… you’re suffering. I can’t tip-toe around it anymore, Spencer was supposed to talk to you about it but he’s scared. We’re all so scared, honey. You need some help.”

She lets her mom hold her like she did when she was a little girl, she cries so hard barely any noise comes out. Her mom just rubs her back and lets her get to where she needs to be in her grief. She needs this. “I-It just feels like it’ll never end… this has been the worst 6 weeks of my life.” 

“Did I ever tell you about your colic?” She whispers, petting her head now, soothing her by rocking gently back and forth on the carpet. “You cried for 4 months straight. I couldn’t soothe you, nothing helped, you were just sad… sadder than this, and I just listened and cried with you.”

“I would lose my mind,” she laughs and wipes her tears. “I’m sorry for that, mom.” 

She chuckles, “It was awful. I didn’t know how long it would last or if it would ever stop, and it also felt never-ending… but then one day you giggled. You were quiet for once and I cried with tears of joy and snorted on my own mucus and then you laughed at me. With the same lungs that cried for 4 months, you released this deep belly laugh for the first time ever and finally, the worst part of our life together was over.” 

“Just like that?” She sniffled, getting the point she was making. 

“Just like that. It’s crazy how fast time flies by, but the good thing is that very soon this sadness will be a memory, one you’ll look back on and say ‘I can’t believe I did that?’ Because it’ll feel like such a faraway memory.” 

“Thank you,” she hugs her mother tightly. “I’m so glad to have you here for this.” 

“I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, honey.” 

—

He passes the car seat test, they load him up and they take him home. They spend 3 hours with him, she feeds him she changes him and then he has a nap just in time for her to head back to the hospital to watch the other two nap. They kept him on the same schedule as his sisters at the hospital and they’ll do the same when the girls come home. It’ll be easier this way.

He lets Y/N take mostly all of the hospital shifts, the only time he goes in is first thing in the morning. Y/N’s mom watches the baby, Y/N sleeps a little longer and Spencer gets his alone time with the girls. It’s lovely. He enjoys reading to the girls in their beds until they fall asleep and then he heads home to his son just in time for his next feed. 

He finds them in the bedroom when he gets home. She’s holding Axel and he can tell she felt bad for being just as happy as Spencer was. He could see the way it was eating away at her every time she held Axel, every time she looks at him her smile slowly turns to sadness when she realized the other two weren’t home. 

She doesn’t even notice he’s home until he’s sitting down on the bed beside her. 

“Can I have him?” Spencer asks, extending his arms, she nods and slowly hands over the swaddled-up little baby. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay,” she presses her lips together in a tight-lipped smile. “Um, are you still okay to stay home with him for the rest of the day while I’m at the hospital?” 

He nods, “your mom is just down the hall,” he reminds her with a smile. “I’m sure someone will want to come over and hold him at some point.” 

“Colin wants to come over soon,” she reminds him. “I think him and Penelope should come together cause then they’ll do all the cooking and we can just chill with the babies.” 

“You think Esmay’s coming home next?” 

She shrugs, “She’s still not eating from the bottle. Wren might even be home before her.” 

“She has her ultrasound on Friday, can you double-check that we can bring Axel with us so we can both go? I forgot to ask,” Spencer shakes his head, he can't believe he’s forgetting things now, but the sleep deprivation was catching up to him.

She nods, “of course, I think the nurses would like to see him again, anyway.” 

“It must be weird for them, getting to love and support so many little babies every day and then never really seeing them again once they’re cleared to go home?” He ponders. 

“I would have a hard time with that, it’s different when you get to hold the people you’re taking care of, unlike just talking to them on the phone like I do,” Y/N explains. “Like that case, we did together still haunts me, I hugged them all, and I will think about them till the day I stop existing.” 

“It’s really hard,” he agrees. “Saving someone and having them run into your arms just to never know how they end up is weird… some send us letters and updates over the years, but others act like it never happened and move on entirely.” 

“I kinda want to do that when they’re all home,” she admits, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it or think about it… I’m just going to pretend I had all 3 of them here with me the whole time.” 

“I want you to talk to a therapist,” he whispers, cradling Axel a little closer. “You need someone to tell your struggles to, I get not wanting to relive it here, but you have to get it out, baby.” 

“I know,” she cries, covering her face as she starts to sob. “It’s so unfair, I hate feeling like this, Spence. I can’t do it anymore, I want them home, I want to just stay here all day and never leave again. I can’t keep going there and coming home alone every single day.” 

He knew she didn’t mean alone as in she came home to no one, she had him, her mom, his mom, and all their friends and now, they had 1 baby home. He was safe, healthy, beautiful and 100% theirs. She just meant leaving them there while she drove home alone, that was what hurt. 

“I know, love, it’s okay.” 

“What if you asked the nurses if you could do some more breastfeedings with Esmay? She might feed more if it’s from you and then if she does well, ask to stay the full 24 hours to help her pass the test,” Spencer planned rather quickly. “They want her to come home just as bad as you do.”

She nods, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, “that’s a good idea. You’d be okay with that?” 

He nods, “We have your milk in the fridge here, I know how to do this, we can have some father-son bonding time.” 

“You’re so cute with him,” she swoons and takes out her cellphone to take a few photos for memory's sake, “you’re the best dad.” 

“And you’re the best mom,” he reminds her after a few photos, looking into her eyes with all the truth in the world. “Our girls will be home soon, and when they’re all here it’ll be okay. They’re going to grow up knowing you love them more than anything in the world and you were willing to go through hell and back for them. Suffering like this for them, it’s what makes you the best mom. You’re a fucking warrior.” 

“Hey,” she reaches over and covers Axel’s ears. “Thank you, but he doesn’t need to hear that.” 

Spencer smiles, leaning in he presses his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you, more.”

—

She left shortly after that, in their new minivan Spencer bought 3 days after she was out of the hospital. It was fully equipped to take his family on safe trips, two of the car seats were buckled into the back, ready for whenever their girls were able to come home too. The third was in the front hall, waiting for Axel's next trip outside. 

Spencer sat in bed with Axel resting on the nursing pillow in front of him, an empty bottle discarded beside them, along with some dirty burp cloths. His eyes slowly started to close, he was so relaxed and full, Spencer kept rubbing his little tummy and whispering sweet nothings to him, helping him drift off to sleep. 

“There you go buddy, you must be so full now… you can have the best nap with your full tummy and when you wake up we’ll snuggle and have some more food…” Spencer whispers, smiling away, he’s so happy. 

This is everything he ever wanted. 

His phone lights up on the bed beside him, displaying a message over the most beautiful wallpaper he’s ever had. He just admires the photo, the love of his life holding their three kids on her chest at the same time, he loved them all so much. 

Y/N: we’ve just finished bottle number six with Esmay, she’s officially taken 90% of her feeds today!! 3 with me!!!! The feeding tube comes out tonight at midnight, before her last 2 feeds and if she eats them all then she can come home… I did not see this coming today. Also: Axel can come with us to her appointment on Friday, and by the looks of things, Esmay can come too!! 

Spencer: that’s amazing baby!! I just finished a bottle with Axel, he’s having a nap right now, I can’t wait to see you later <3 give the girls a kiss for me? I love you.

Y/N: and Dr. Wade said that Wren is doing great, if her chest ultrasound goes well she might be able to start the process come home by Monday. This is wild Spence! 

He wipes a stray tear from his cheek after reading that one. He was so proud of his little family, this was such a big moment. All 3 of them would be home before they even reached her original due date. Just like he assumed. After almost 7 weeks in the NICU, they’d all be home soon. 

That was a lot to think about. 

Because once they were all home, he was asking their mom to marry him.

It’s earlier than he wanted to do it, originally… but he needed to do it. He needs her to know how much he loves her and how badly he wants to love her for the rest of his life. 

—

They don’t sleep the first night that Esmay is home, too. 

Two of their three newborn cots were occupied, both babies were sleeping soundly, all swaddled and content while their parents couldn’t stop staring at them. It was surreal. They were both over 5 pounds now, much, much bigger than when they were born but still tiny. Axel was 6 pounds when he left the hospital and since then he’s gone down a few ounces which is normal cause he’s on regular breast milk all day and only has a bottle mixed with formula twice a day for extra calories. 

He doesn’t look like either of them yet, neither does Esmay. They’re still too skinny and tiny but that’ll change. In a few months they’ll each have different features and little personalities…

“I can’t believe it,” she whispers. 

“I know,” he shakes his head, staring at their babies. “We’re going to be so tired tomorrow…” 

She laughs, “Yeah, but it’ll be fine. Maybe mom can drive us.” 

“Yeah,” he likes the sound of that plan. Wren has her ultrasound tomorrow. She’s the middle child and yet she’ll be the last one home. “they’re all going to be home soon.” 

She laughs again, tired as hell and so, so happy. “We're really not going to sleep then.” 

“It’ll get better,” he assures. “Once we get the schedule down and they switch from 3-hour intervals to 5, it’ll be better.” 

She leans over and rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her arm around his back, “it’ll be amazing to get to watch them all sleep here, together.” 

“To watch them do everything here, together,” he corrects. “First laughs, first words, first steps. To teach them how to ride bikes and maybe we’ll do swim lessons over at Dave’s cause we already know they like the pool—

“Not funny,” she shoves him. 

“They were supposed to be Aquarius’s so them loving water makes sense,” he teases again. 

“Unfortunately they’re Sagittarius’s like your boss,” she reminds him. “Maybe they’ll be stoic and handsome.” 

“Funny,” he shakes his head. “They might also be adventurous, risk-takers or incredibly emotionally intelligent.” 

“They’ll be one of each,” she says with a sigh. “Axel is the risk-taker, Esmay will be adventurous and Wren, given the trauma, she’ll probably end up the emotionally intelligent one.” 

“She’s also the oldest girl,” he reminds her. “She’ll be like us.” 

“We won’t put that kind of pressure on her,” Y/N says, looking at him with the most serious look on her face. “She’s going to be free and innocent and happy as long as humanly possible. They all will.” 

He nods, “And with me leaving the bureau—

“You’re leaving?” She can’t believe it. 

“For the time being…” 

“Why?” 

“You’ll want to go back to work at some point, I don’t want to get hurt and leave you with them or bring work home and lose one of you… so I’m going to stay home. I’m going to raise my babies and make sure they have a dad for their whole lives. I love them too much to leave again, even just for work,” he explains. 

She cups his face and brings him in for a kiss, a deep one at that. “I love you,” she whispers. “That’s all i’ve ever wanted for my kids.” 

“Me too,” he smiles back at her. “Me too.” 

—

Wrens ultrasound goes remarkably well. The nurses love seeing the other two babies once again. They all get a little check-up while they’re there and everyone is doing perfect. Wren especially. She’s getting so strong, she’s making so much progress but she doesn’t like taking the bottle yet. Just like the other two, having a feeding tube gets convenient and nursing is hard when they’re not used to that kind of movement yet. She also might have a tongue-tie.

The best part of the appointment, however, is putting Axel and Esmay in her incubator beside her and watching them all snuggle and coo. They’re content, happy to be back together the way they were for 32 short weeks. It’s the cutest thing to see. 

And Dr. Wade loves to see it too. “In a week, I think they’ll all be home.” 

“Really?” She lights right up. 

He nods, “your kids are quick learners. We just have to get her used to the bottle or breastfeeding. Her weights good, she’s breathing perfectly and her incision is all healed up. She’s doing great.” 

“They get that from their dad,” she compliments, tearing up a bit. Spencer steps in closer to her, hand on her shoulder. 

“And their resiliency from their mom,” he compliments right back. 

“You two are so cute,” the nurse in the corner compliments. “It’s hard to believe you’re not married.” 

“Soon,” Spencer assures. “You’re all welcome to come to the wedding.” 

—

Dr. Wade was right. It only takes Wren a week to pass her 24-hour bottle test and she’s such a champ with the car seat test. And by 8 weeks postpartum, all their babies are home. 

But as soon as they’re all home, Mom has to go to the doctor. 

But that’s okay cause Y/N’s 8-week post-op appointment is also the perfect time for Spencer to slip the kids into their special onesies for popping the big question. 

He waited until their nap time, he carefully put Axel into a shirt that say “you” Esmay has the word “marry” and Wren has “daddy?” Leaving him with the first word, “Will” and Y/N clocks it the moment she walks through the front door. 

“Why are you wearing a shirt that says ‘Will’ on it? Did you loose a bet to him or something?” 

“Nope, you’ll find out in a minute,” he smirks, letting her inside and closing the door behind her.

“Okay… you’re being so weird. Weirder than normal,” she teases. 

He takes her purse and helps her out of her shoes and coat, still treating her like she was recovering from the C-section when really, he just loved to take care of her. 

“Where are the kids?” 

“Asleep. Come with me,” he takes her hand, she’s shocked they’re asleep all at the same time and in the same room, but she follows him anyway. 

Up the stairs and into their bedroom, she hovers over their cribs and smiles and then she sees it. Each baby has something written on their onesies too. Spencer stands beside Axel’s crib, showing her that he’s the first word in the sentence. 

Her jaw drops and she stills, holding in the scream she wants to let out, she can’t believe it’s finally happening. She covers her mouth and turns to Spencer, who’s already down on one knee holding a small felt box in his hand. “So… What do you say?” 

“Yes!” She whispers when really she wants to scream. She tugs him up to his feet and wraps her arms around him. “Oh my god,” she starts to cry. “Yes, holy shit, yes, Spence!”  

He hugs her back, crying into her shoulder, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you,” she says as she pulls back to look down at the ring. “This is real?” 

“This is all real,” he assures. “We have 3 babies, a beautiful house, and now each other.” 

He takes the ring from the box and slips it onto her ring finger. “Everything we’ve ever wanted…” 

“and then some,” he smirks. “Forever.” 

She nods, so in love with him. “Forever.” 

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[angel-princess-of-the-stars]

Surprise! I’m wearing barely any black…

For a long time I wore black because it was cool, but also because it felt safe. It was easy to match, and I ended up having so many black tees XD

Since today is mostly a chill day with a friend, I wanted to wear bolder colors and match pink with blue. This outfit turned out way pinker than I envisioned, so I threw on the blue purse just to give it more balance.

I used to wear clothes almost purely for pragmatic reasons, and now I’m putting things on my body just because they look good. Can you imagine?

I took such a big step yesterday! I bought my dream dress 🥰 Whisper of Stars by Sakura Lolita. I figured out how to use Taobao, but I felt a bit bad not ordering from 42Lolita since that’s where I saw the dress and because of how nice they are. Plus it feels more secure. So I ended up ordering the jsk from them, but getting all the accessories off of Taobao instead. Is that stupid? I’m happy for them to have some money.

Plusssss I found my dream skirt on Taobao too! I really hope it fits. I’ve been looking for a black x pink skirt since I started my style journey and discovered dual kawaii and yessssed so hard. I know I already have a pink skirt but it isn’t the saaaame

Also I saw this rainbow skirt and I waaaant it so bad but it seems to be discontinued 😢 if anyone finds a listing for something like this could you please send it to me?

Anyway that is it for today but I’m truly so happy <3 I thrifted a few other pieces too I will share sooon!

[gabessquishytum]

Okay, hear me out I don’t know if anyone is gonna be into this except me but all the shy warprize Hob got me thinking…

Confident slutty warprize Hob and shy king Dream.

Hob’s kingdom offers him up after being told that the Dream King has never been seen with a concubine or consort or anything like that so they’re like “perfect! He obviously will be happy to have one!” Hob is fucking stoked because the Dream King is gorgeous and he gets to live in a palace and have sex with him as a living now? Sign him up.

So they show up and show Dream his pretty little present and Dream is… still gorgeous but also so painfully awkward. He’s clearly trying so hard to be polite and gracious but he also clearly doesn’t know what to do with his hands (he’s doing that famous Dream pose: 🧍‍♂️). Hob gets passed off, and sent to Dream’s chambers, and Hob is waiting, vibrating with excitement because hell yeah, he gets to fuck a king, and everyone knows the quiet ones are always wild in bed, right?

So he waits.

And waits.

And eventually falls asleep and then wakes up, absolutely appalled at how un-fucked he is and, with a confidence no warprize should ever possess, stalks out of the room and starts harassing the nearest guard about where the FUCK the king and his kingly dick is. The guard is too surprised to be tough or authoritative and tells him that the King requested to sleep in a separate room last night.

Now at first, Hob is very sad. Like “oh :((( he doesn’t like me :(( I’m not his type :(((((“ but eventually, he snaps out of it like “no! I’m EVERYONE’S type!!” and becomes determined to live out his slutty dreams.

He spends a day or two getting pampered, made up and pretty with silks and jewels and perfumes, and then he tracks down the Dream King because Hob hasn’t been fucked in like a week and he’s about to lose his damn mind. 

In direct contrast to Hob’s slinky, revealing robes, Dream’s outfit is buttoned all the way up his neck to his chin, and his sleeves reveal only the very tips of his fingers. He’s confident in kingly things, but every time Hob takes a step towards him he is taking three elegant steps back. The one time Hob managed to come up behind him and brush a hand across his shoulder the King jumped so high he nearly hit the ceiling. Despite the horny haze, Hob is starting to piece together that there is maybe something else going on here.

So he pauses his seduction attempts and they start talking, and it’s slow going, but he eventually manages to gather (through Dream, castle gossip, trusted advisors, etc) that Dream has capital T trauma from before he became king- he hates being undressed, and he’s clearly touch-starved but he’s too skittish and scared to let anyone touch him long enough to do anything about it (which of course only makes it worse and it turns into a vicious cycle). And Hob really wants to have sex with this guy but he’s also come to care for him so he figures he doesn’t mind just masturbating excessively while taking a few extra steps for his King/friend/someday lover.

He starts slow and simple, at first mostly trying to get Dream to touch him- inviting him to feel the smooth fabric of Hob’s newest robe, or asking him to help with the clasp of a necklace or the back of a dress. Then he offers to help brush Dream’s hair, and at the end he places a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and Dream practically falls out of his seat jumping away from him, and Hob thinks he’s ruined everything, but Dream comes back the next day, shyly requesting that he do his hair again, and this time when Hob kisses his neck he shudders and tenses but doesn’t jump away. 

I think their sexual relationship would start with Hob inviting Dream to watch him masturbate and then asking to watch Dream touch himself too when he notices how hard he’s gotten just watching Hob. And he’s very clear that he absolutely doesn’t have to undress if he doesn’t want to, he can even just rub himself through his clothes, Hob doesn’t care as long as Dream is comfortable and he gets to see what he looks like when he comes. Dream’s never had anyone be so patient and understanding with him and that alone is honestly such a turn on.

It still takes a long time, but eventually Dream is able to lay back, fully covered except for his dick so that Hob can ride him. It’s the most satisfying sex either of them have ever had and honestly, Hob kind of loves the way his cum looks splattered all over Dream’s dark, royal clothing.

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Literally yelling about this!!! You've filled this out with so many wonderful details and I just love it. I feel like I can really get into Hob’s mindset here, thanks to the way you've described him. I especially adore Hob being so confident and the "I'm everyone's type" part akansndnen. Love him <33333

Also!!! King Dream having trauma!!! This is a great angle and it works so well!! He's been through terrible shit and now he's king so he has to be strong, and he doesn't have time to unpack everything :((( but Hob really genuinely wants to help him and give him the intimate relationship that he really deserves!!

Hob somewhat ironically becomes Dream’s greatest protector. He may be a warprize and he may dress as slutty as he can, but hes still as feisty as ever. Whenever anyone upsets Dream or makes some nasty implication about him, Hob seems to appear out of nowhere. He'll put his body between Dream and whoever has been upsetting him, and bare his teeth in the most unfriendly smile. No, nasty ambassador from rival kingdom, he is not happy to see you. That is a dagger strapped under his lacey, revealing robe.

After hes finished threatening whoever dared to upset his King, Hob slips back into place to tenderly massage Dream’s hands, or stroke his hair. Dream is still getting used to these gentle touches, but he finds it much easier to cope now. Hob never pressures him, never pushes at his boundaries. He's happy as long as Dream is comfortable. Besides, Dream doesn't even need to get undressed to be a wonderful and attentive lover. He's the best that Hob has ever had, and the fact that he's slowly recovering and blooming into a happier version of himself is the sexiest thing of all.

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The Daughter - Chapter Seven

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

CHAPTER: Seven

Elenora could not sleep. So instead she sat in one of the lounging chairs on the roof of her building. A large blanket was wrapped around her, a book in her hand, and a glass of gin and soda in the other. She was not sure what time it was when she heard the door to her apartment open and close. Elenora had left it unlocked in case Tim came over whenever he could leave work.

She hoped it was him, and not someone attempting a break in, seeing as how a good portion of her stuff was still packed. It would make for easy transportation of her goods. The balcony gave a small groan as someone walked onto it, and eventually she saw the top of Tim’s head arise from over the edge of the building.

When he got on the roof, Elenora placed her cup down on the shingles below her and put her bookmark in place before closing the cover of her copy of Dune. “You know your front door is unlocked.”

“How else were you going to get in?” Asked Elenora. “Figured you would hit the buzzers till someone let you in, and once you got up, you’d know where to find me.”

Tim walked over to her and she pulled up her knees to make room for him to sit at the end of her lounger. “Your family knows you are here, and they are not gonna be too happy that your daddy shot your uncle Boyd tonight. So please lock your door.”

“I notice you say shot, not killed?”

“He’s stable and in the ICU.”

“And you?” Elenora pulled at the blanket from inside and wrapped herself tighter.

Tim sighed. “Hole free and with a couple days off comin’, after I hand in my report on shooting two of Boyd’s men.”

It was just silence that followed, and Elenora did not miss the fact that Tim had not touched her since he got there. “Are you okay?”

“I sometimes turn into a mess after something like this, and I might have stopped for a few drinks before I came over.” Tim’s eyes looked down at his hands as he wrung them together. “That thing you said earlier; that thing I said earlier, I understand if you said it because of the situation.”

“Tim, are you drunk?” Elenora needed to know at what stage of the night she was in. Was this Tim talking, or was it the booze? “I need to know what state you are in before we talk about this.”

He finally turned his head and connected his eyes with hers. There was a glassiness in his eyes, and she noticed his eyes dart around her face before settling back on her own. “I stopped myself after three whiskeys and a pint. I’m about as me as I usually am.”

Pulling her hands free from the blanket, Elenora let it drop from her shoulders, exposing her bare arms to the chilly night air. She was still dressed in her outfit from the morning, having little energy to do much else but haul herself up to the roof after work. Placing the backs of her forearms to her knees, she turned her palms upwards and out toward Tim, leaving the next move to him. “I meant everything I said. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Marshal. And I only said it in the manner I did, in case it was the only time I got to say it.” The last part came out as a whisper.

He continued to just stare at her. He did not take her offered hand, and his lips did not even open as if he was at a loss for words. Seconds passed and Elenora felt her heart shatter. “I did it, didn’t I? I went too hard, too fast and...” Whatever she was about to say fell from her mind as Tim’s body moved to lie over top of her own, pushing her knees down with one hand and sticking his other through her hair at the back of her head. His lips crushed hers, his entire weight on her. There was something different to this kiss than any of the others they shared. It was possessive, controlling. There was no offer to her to lead, no pause to feel her out.

When Tim finally pulled back, Elenora could see, even in the dim light on the roof, that his pupils were dilated with lust. His breath came out in giant puffs of warm air that, at the close distance between them, warmed her face against the cold. “Ma’am, I think I’m in love with you, too. Which might be the thing that will ruin us both.”

“Tim...”

“No, I need you to know that this is what it will be like. I’ve killed people; I kill people, Nell, and I’ve run out of fingers and toes to count them on. I’m most likely going to wake up in the night, thinking that I’m back in the sandbox. But now you are going to be laying next to me, which means when I put my pistol on that night stand I need to make sure I take the clip out, and the one in the chamber. Because I will not know that you are the thing I care about most, and it’s not a matter of if, but when. And that will be the moment that ruins us, because you will never look at me the same, and it’s going to destroy me knowing I hurt you. That’s why this morning… I’m a keg waiting to explode, Nell.” The words tumbled from his lips, and Elenora, as much as she had wanted to stop him, let him say his peace. Tim’s hand was still in her hair, and his other was held against the underside of her hip.

Her hands, she had realized, had made their way to the sides of his face, and her thumbs without even realizing it were stroking his skin. “Tim, I know what I’m signing up for. I know that every time you walk out, that door might be the last. I understand that you’ve been left with scars that will probably never heal, but I want it. Tim, I’d rather worry each night. I accept every risk that comes along with loving you because I don’t see a life worth living if you’re not laying next to me.”

“Nell...” The tone of his voice told Elenora that he was about to dispute her words.

“Gutterson!” Elenora said, forcefully cutting him off, and she slid her hands down his cheeks and a finger to his lips to stop him from being able to talk. “I love you, and if the next words out of your mouth aren’t you telling me about how you plan to fuck me on this roof, then I may just have to shoot you myself so that I can end the misery. I want you Tim, I want you right now.”

When she was sure that her words had sunk in, Elenora released her hands and slid them to the back of Tim’s neck. Tipping her nose down, she looked over her glasses at him and raised an eyebrow in defiance at whatever excuse he was trying to come up with till finally the fire returned to his eyes.

“I like you in glasses.” Tim whispered before kissing her.

It only took a few seconds before both Elenora and Tim were naked under the blanket. Tim was kissing her slowly as one of his hands traveled down her stomach and towards her core. He gently ran a finger along the most sensitive part of her, and Elenora gave a moan when she felt Tim rub his length through the wetness that had formed between her legs. He was slow as he entered her and when his hand emerged from beneath the blanket, he tucked it behind her, while the other rose to gently rest on her cheek.

Elenora wrapped her arms and legs around Tim as he rocked against her, dragging out from her and slowly pushing back in. This was unlike anything they had done before. Elenora had told him to fuck her but this, this was Tim, was making love to her. Slowly, Elenora pulled her lips from his and he looked down at her in question. “I love you Tim.”

“I love you too, Nell.” Tim placed his forehead to hers and kept his eyes locked on her. At the same pace, Tim continued to slide in and out of Elenora. It did not take long for his eyes to close and his body to stiffen as he came inside her.

After Elenora lay curled up on Tim’s chest as they both lay naked on the lounger. The blanket was just enough to cover both of them from the crisp outside air. Both of them were just staring up into the sky and Tim ran a finger in a light circle on her outer thigh. “So what happens if I just keep you up all night? Cause I could go for a round two.”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Tim, who continued to stare up into the sky. “I’ve usually passed out from drinking too much by now. Can’t say I’ve had a lot of a female company over the years.”

“Well, if you don’t sleep, you can’t dream, and I really think now is as good a time as any to test that theory. Or maybe I can just tire you out enough.” Eleanor pushed herself up slightly and brought her lips to Tim’s chest, lightly placing kisses along his skin. Slowly she made her way upward, bring her lips up to kiss at a spot between his ear and chin and Tim let out a moan.

Tim’s hand rose and worked its way into Elenora’s hair, warping the locks around his fingers and pulling ever so slightly. Elenora took the signal to halt her kisses and pushed herself up to look at the man underneath her. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I do have this fear that Officer Thompson is going to pop out from behind the air conditioner.” His hand came out of her hair and he placed his palm on the side of her head. Running it downwards as he stared up at her, a smile on his lips.

He had a look on his face like he was thinking five steps ahead of where they were. “What you thinking about?”

“Just wondering what your daddy’s gonna do when he finds out.” The answer was quick, but Elenora had a feeling that was not what he was thinking about, even though it was a valid thought.

Elenora sat up and pulled at the blanket to cover herself as she looked down at Tim. “He’s probably going to pull his pistol on you, or at least he is gonna threaten to.” Leaning over, she reached for her clothes, which had been discarded at the side of the lounger. “Now come on, I want to tire you out some more.”

After redressing enough to comfortably climb back into the apartment, Elenora took her glass to the kitchen and watched as Tim moved behind the cube bookshelf wall separating the living space from the bedroom. She approached the shelf and watched as Tim unclipped his badge from his pants and placed it on the nightstand closest to the door. Then he pulled his holster and Glock. Slowly, he took the pistol out, throwing the holster onto the unmade bed. It was then that he turned to look at her. “You know how this works, right?” Tim held the Glock by the barrel in his hand and held it towards her.

Nodding her head, she carefully took the Glock from Tim. She stared at the pistol for a moment before her brain kicked into gear. Holding the grip, she hit the magazine release and used her other hand to catch the falling magazine, and once it was in her hand, she tossed it on the bed. Then she turned the Glock over and gripped the slide. Pulling back, she aimed the ejection slot towards the bed and pulled back on the slide. The bullet there had been in the chamber sprung out, landing near the magazine. Silently she handed the weapon back to Tim, who took it and, along with the holster, sat them next to his badge.

Elenora picked up the clip and bullet and inserted the stray back into its position in the magazine. “Would you prefer I put it somewhere a little more inaccessible?” Tim turned back towards her and gave his head a slight nod. Backing up, Elenora made her way to the other side of the bed and bent down. Lifting the top mattress up slightly, she slid the magazine underneath, about a finger’s distance in. Easily reachable if she had to roll from the bed to the floor, but difficult enough for Tim to reach it from over the top of her. Once it was situated, she lowered the mattress and then got on top of it. Shuffling across the surface on her knees, Elenora moved the short distance to Tim. Reaching up, she pushed at the shirt had put back on but did not button up off his shoulders. “Come to bed with me, Marshal.”

Tim reached forward and wrapped a now naked arm around Elenora’s back. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Elenora awoke a few times during the night, and each time she just laid unmoving and listening to Tim breathe till she fell back asleep. There seemed to have been no need to worry tonight, for Tim was fast asleep, a gentle snore coming out every so often. His arm laid draped casually across her stomach, but never tightening. Perhaps she wondered if it was good that they had tired out before falling asleep? Or maybe it was just that she was there, that his mind had something else to focus on before falling asleep rather than just that night’s events.

The next thing she knew, she was being awoken by what seemed to be a regular occurrence. Tim always seemed to always awake early. She could hear him in the bathroom and could smell the coffee brewing in the pot. This seemed to be the routine before he would go for his morning run. Slipping out of the bed, Elenora grabbed her housecoat from a nearby chair and slipped it on. Once she had the tie done around her waist, she reached between the mattresses for Tim’s magazine and pulled it from its confines. Then Elenora walked around to the nightstand Tim’s gun rested on and picked it up. She slipped the magazine back into the Glock just as she heard Tim approaching behind her. His hand slipped around her waist as he took the gun from her and loaded one into the chamber before setting the pistol back down on the nightstand.

“How’d you sleep?” Elenora asked as she turned herself into Tim’s arms.

“Like a baby, think that idea of yours might have worked.” He said with a smile as he looked down at her. “I was gonna go for a run. Did you want to come?”

“Sure, give me a minute to get dressed.” Slipping out of his arms, Elenora set about dressing and once she had thrown her hair up in a pony, she headed to the door where Tim was waiting for her. Elenora had a small pack that she clipped around her waist and picked up her house keys from the bowl by the door and threw them in the pouch.

Looking back at Tim, he was holding her phone in his hands. “Put your phone in there just in case, and later I’m going to take you to the range. The sooner we get your CCWD, the sooner I’ll feel better leaving you alone. The instructor is a hard ass just warning you.”

“You’re the instructor, aren’t you?” Asked Elenora with a laugh.

“I have the ability to license, yes. One perk of the job. Now come on before the coffee turns off.”

This run went much better than the last, and soon Elenora and Tim were back at the house. Freshly showered and dressed for the day, the two were sitting in the kitchen, each drinking a cup of coffee and reading. Elenora had the newspaper and Tim had pulled one of Elenora’s many novels from her shelf, a hardcover copy of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. She watched as he turned page after page, the article she had been reading forgotten as she watched as Tim’s eyes darted across the pages. She wondered what he would look like dressed in army fatigues. A tan coloured beret on his head.

“You’re watching me.” Said Tim, without looking up from the book.

Elenora placed the paper on the table as she continued to watch Tim. “Why become a Marshal?”

Without missing a beat or looking up, he turned the page. “Couldn’t cut it as a civilian.”

“But why the Marshal’s?”

Tim placed his thumb in the book to hold his page as he closed the cover. Finally, looking up at Elenora, she could tell from the look in his eye that perhaps this was not the subject to talk about. “Why a teacher?”

“I’m serious Tim.”

“So am I.”

Elenora let out a sigh. It was only fair. If she wanted to know him, he needed to know her. “Wasn’t allowed to go into law enforcement or anything closely related. Figured being a teacher maybe I could inspire enough to keep at least a few kids from ending up in a state where someone like you needs to get involved. My dad is an angry man, never hit me or show me anything other than love and affection, but he channels the anger into his work. He takes risks, thinks he’s the one that needs to solve every problem. He grew up to a father who ran drugs and had no issues giving him a beating for misbehaving. My mother’s side was worse. I wanted to stop people like them. I wanted to do everything I could to ensure I would be nothing other than good. Think daddy knew that, and knew he found no peace, so why would I?”

He watched her, as if he was processing her answer. “I’m good at two things: finding people and putting them on the ground. There isn’t much job crossover this side of the Atlantic. It was this or end up like many of my friends and attend one meeting after another just to meet with a dealer, anyway. I couldn’t channel my rage. My daddy was a drunk, beat my mother till she left and then moved on to me. He died before I could finish basic. I’d hoped I would go back, that he would try something, and that I could finally put him in his place. So maybe your daddy and I will get along just fine after all. Being a Ranger gave me structure, discipline and purpose. Now the Marshal’s service does that.”

“Do you go to meetings?”

“Not as much as I should, and not any time recently.”

“Want me to make sure you go?”

“No, which probably means yes.”

Elenora put her hand out on the table, reaching out to Tim. It did not take long for Tim to put his hand in hers. “I appreciate you telling me, Tim. I know it can’t be easy talking about that stuff with just anyone.”

“Well, you ain’t just anyone now, are you?” Tim went to keep talking, but his phone rang from where it sat at the edge of the table. Closing his mouth, he reached for it and saw the caller I.D. read Art Mullen. Answer the call, he placed the phone to his ear and shoved a bookmark into his book. “Hey, Art.” Then there was a slight pause and Elenora figured Art was calling Tim in early. “I’ll be there in ten.” Hanging up the call, Tim placed his phone back down at the table. “Time to go. I’ll send you a message, let you know what the plan is for getting you to the range.”

“Sounds good. Stay safe Marshal.”

“Will do Ma’am.”

They each stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door together. “I’ll get a key made up for you.” Elenora spoke as Tim slipped on his bomber jacket.

“I’m gonna regret saying this, but you should make one for Art and Raylan, too. Don’t hide one for access. If we all have keys, then we will be able to get you in if anything were to happen. Tim rested his arm on his pistol and holster that was already clipped to his pants. “Perhaps one for Rachel as well.”

“I’ll do that over the next few days.”

“Until then, keep the door locked, please. I’ll text you when I’m coming, so please keep your phone on you.”

“Yes, Deputy U.S. Marshal Gutterson.” Elenora rolled her eyes.

Tim reached out and put a palm on Elenora’s cheek. “I’m serious. Your uncle might be goin’ to jail, but there are others out there that would easily use you to their advantage.” He pulled his hand away and Elenora was sad to feel the heat of his hand no longer there. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my report and we can go to the range. You don’t work today, right?”

“No, off today. I only got two more shifts this week though till I’m officially done. Then I can enjoy my summer till I have to go in to lesson plan.”

“Good, try to stay in today. Boyd’s men aren’t going to be happy we took him in, or that your daddy shot him.”

Elenora nodded, even though she already had other plans, ones that she was sure would make both her father and Tim extremely angry.

When Tim left, Elenora finished her coffee and in her jeans and plaid she picked up her cross body purse and left the apartment. The first thing she did after leaving was drop her key off to have copies made. Then, as she walked down the street, she wondered how to casually ask her father about what happened last night. There was no way she could see Boyd without it raising suspicion as to how she found out. But as luck would have it she saw a familiar face walking towards her on the sidewalk. Curled blonde hair and a cigarette in her hand.

“Aunt Ava?” Elenora called out as she got closer.

“Do I know you...” Ava trailed off as she squinted her eyes in suspicion at Elenora. As the two approached one another, they stopped and Elenora let a smile lift at her lips. Ava had always been her favorite person when she lived in Harlan. One of the things she missed was Ava always doing her hair. Elenora had fond memories of Ava making her feel like a princess.

“It’s Elenora Crowder, well I guess now Elenora Givens. Bella’s girl.”

“Raylan’s daughter. He mentioned you were here too!” Ava said happily. “At least I know one Crowder doesn’t have me in their crosshairs.”

“One Crowder? What happened?”

Ava flicked her cigarette to the ground and put it out with her foot. “Didn’t your daddy tell you? Raylan shot Boyd in my kitchen last night, days after I shot Bowman dead at the same table. Got tired of him thrown me around.”

Elenora was impressed. Ava had always been so timid and passive from what she remembered. She never would have figured her for the shooting of her husband type. “Good for you, Ava. He might have been blood, but that son of a bitch gets no love from me after what he did. Hearing you put him on the ground warms my heart. Why was my daddy at your house with Boyd?”

“Oh, Boyd gave him some bullshit. You have twenty-four hours to get out of town. Then used my fried chicken invitation to Raylan as a way to try to take him out. Raylan got him first though, not surprised with how tense that air was getting when they started talkin about you. You know, you look a lot like her. Got your daddy’s eyes though.”

“Ava, did you wanna grab a coffee?”

“Rain check? I have a meeting with my lawyer. Here, I’ll give you my number.” Ava stuck her hand out and Elenora obliged by pulling her phone out and placing it in the women’s hands. A few seconds later, Elenora was holding her device once again and looked down to see Ava’s name with a phone number attached. “That’s my cell. Send me a text and we will get together.”

“Sounds good. It’s nice to know that Boyd is dead like his brother.” Elenora spoke as she pocketed her phone.

“Oh, Boyd’s not dead. They hauled him off in an ambulance, pretty sure he’s actually at the hospital just down the road from here, towards the university.”

Elenora looked back at Ava with fake shock in her eyes. “Wow, must have been pretty lucky to survive that. Well, I best be leaving you to your day, Aunt Ava. I’ll send you a message soon to meet up. Maybe I can even get you to work on this mop of mine.” Reaching up, Elenora pulled at her loose locks. A slight mess of frizzy waves, formed by the wind and her lack of proper drying after her run today.

“I’m sure I could help you with that. You did always look so cute with bangs.”

The two then said their goodbyes and moved on their separate ways. With Elenora making her way down the road towards the nearby hospital. When she arrived, Elenora found the reception desk and approached with a smile. “Hi!”

“How can I help you?” The woman, an older lady with greying hair, greeted her.

“My name is Elenora Crowder. There is a Boyd Crowder here, I believe. Gun-shot wound and being detained by the Federal Marshals. I’m Mr. Crowder’s niece, and I was hoping that I could see him for a moment to ask him a few questions.” The woman looked Elenora up and down before typing away at the computer.

“Sorry, Ma’am, but he isn’t allowed any visitors.”

“Please, I will only be a moment. He told me should anything ever happen to him that I was guarantor of his estate. I just need to know where he hid his keys and some paperwork so I can get his affairs in order.”

“Again, I’m sorry, but they aren’t allowing any visitors.”

“Is there anyway you could page his guards? Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens told me I should be able to find him here. He figured it was easiest before they hauled him off to the Federal pen prison.”

The woman seemed as though she would rather be doing anything other than talking with Elenora at this point, and finally, with a roll of her eyes, picked up the phone at her desk. “Yes. Hi, I have an Elenora Crowder, claiming that a Deputy Givens told her she could find your guy here. Something about some paperwork. Yeah, okay, I’ll send her up.”

Elenora watched as the woman hung up the phone and then pointed down the hall to the right. “Go down that hallway, take a left, you’ll see some elevators. Go to floor three and a Deputy will be there waiting for you.”

Following the directions, Elenora walked down the hall and to where the elevator was located. Entering, she hit the button for floor three and waited as the doors shut behind her. When the doors opened, Elenora was greeted by the sight of a man in a grey suit with a Marshal’s badge hanging around his neck.

Stepping off the elevator, Elenora placed a hand out in front of her. “Hi, I’m Elenora Givens.”

“Givens? The nurse said Crowder? Wait...your Raylan’s kid?”

“Yeah, I am Deputy?”

“Dunlop.”

Elenora put on a big smile. “Deputy Dunlop, my father said you’d be able to let me see my Uncle Boyd.”

“Really? So you don’t have papers you need to find or anything.”

Elenora casually put her hands in her jacket pockets. “No, the Nurse downstairs wasn’t going to let me up, so I just made that up. Thought Raylan would have let you know.”

“Well, come on, I can give you two minutes. Transport is going to be here soon for him, anyway.”

“Thanks Dunlop.” Elenora followed the Deputy Marshal through the hall and past a hospital security guard into one of the intensive care rooms.

He looked pitiful laying there. A bloody bandage stuck to his chest, where the gun shot wound and subsequent surgery must have taken place. His dark hair was just as wild as she remembered growing up. Boyd looking pathetic and weak, was not something she remembered about him. His eyes were closed and she could tell by the grimace on his face that he was in a great deal of pain.

“Crowder, you have a visitor.”

“Raylan, is that you?” Boyd asked, his eyes still closed.

“No, it’s Elenora.”

Boyd’s eyes opened slowly, and she could see the slight increase in his heart rate on the monitor next to him. “Nora doll?”

“You do not get to call me that anymore.” Elenora tried to keep her temper in check. “You were going to shoot my father. You were going to leave me parentless, Uncle Boyd. First your family and their drugs took my mother away and then you were going TO SHOOT MY DADDY!” Boyd flinched slightly as her voice rose into a yell.

“Ma’am...” Dunlop began as he reached for Elenora’s arm, but she just rolled her shoulder and pulled her arm from his grasp.

Boyd’s eyes closed once again, and he took a shaky breath in. “I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you, Elenora.”

“Yeah, you so sorry you kidnapped me, too? I was a child, Uncle Boyd!”

“Did you come all this way to remind me of my sins?” His eyes reopened and she could see the glassiness to them from where she stood. Whether his emotions were from the physical or the emotional pain, she did not care. She only cared that at least he felt something.

“No, Uncle Boyd. I’ve been here, the last four years. Living in Lexington. Getting an education so that I wouldn’t turn out like all of you. I even changed my name, so that hopefully I could forget all of you.”

“Elenora, I will spend the rest of my days thinkin’ about what I’ve done to you. Praying that one day you will forgive me. Nearly dying changes a man Elenora, I hope one day you may see me in a different light.”

Elenora folded her arm across her chest. “We will see Uncle Boyd, but it will probably be a cold day in hell before that ever happens.”

“You look a lot like her, you know. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, or you.”

Chapter Eight

[oh-no-the-hyperfixations]

hi y’all you remember those tma flight rising fandragons i posted a few months ago? Well theres more- and i need your help to pick out the final fandragon for the original series ^^

Mild spoilers ahead

Nikola- i skried out them Ages ago and i had been searching for their specific color way for Months and months. I’m Very pleased with their genes and outfit. I thought jester gave a wonderful circus tent look, seeing them without their outfit is also quite neat because the Poison gene makes them look like they are smiling a big empty grin. I gave them soap as their final gene because it reminded me of the hard plastic they’re made of And it made them look like they have a clown nose

Jude perry- I wanted her to reference a moth to a flame and burning from the inside out. I tried some different colors and genes but eventually settled on this (i think she matches my agnes really well)

Andre ramos (homophobic vase guy)- i wanted him to look like shattered pottery as if he tried to smash that vase to get his husband back. Just because i thought it’d be fun visually<3 he’s such a fun character i just needed to have one of my own

Breekon and hope- i really wish there were burlier twin headed dragons but i’ll just have to cope with what aberrations give me</3 i gave him the primary gene wasp to look like a mannequin and patchwork to match nikola and the dark circus theme. Waiting for this color way took Ages too

Jordan Kennedy (exterminator ant guy)- he’s been one of my favorite reoccurring characters in the series i really really hope he shows up in protocol. It took like- 6 separate dragons and 2 months of breeding to get his specific colors with the plague eye type.

Georgie Barker- i thought she deserved some mice and her cat the admiral sitting on her shoulder i’m so happy with her colors and her outfit she Looks like a silly little ghost hunting podcaster. I gave her ghost as a tertiary gene to reference her affiliations with the end

Adelard dekker- i’m still working on his outfit (i just cant find anything i think looks good both with his colors and salvaging his “coated in concrete” look but i figured i’d show him off anyways cause he’s Severely under appreciated.

Now heres where i need your help- what should be the final character in my original series to fill in this missing spot? I wont be doing anything from protocol yet because i want to see more of the series play out before i make them fandragons (i might make an exception for mr bozo tho- bro has a cannon design which should be pretty easy to make)

[raccooncityriots]

Current Figure Pre-Orders

Posting this to remind myself that I have enough on order and I do not need to order every merch set they release for gundam seed freedom. Also with wonhobby soon I’m like 👀👀 and I need to not.

02/2024

Wondering Witch - Elaina - 1/7 Scale

I LOVE Elaina’s design. I swear I’m gonna cosplay her one of these days just as an excuse to wear a giant hat. She has a ton of figures and I ended up going with this one because of the base. LUCKILY she’s already paid for. Thanks, past me.

GUNDAM SEED - Kira, Lacus, & Athrun - Figuarts mini

I was between these and their Nyandam set for a long time, but I ultimately went with these. I love the nyandam stuff, but man I find it hard to justify the price on ‘em. I do wish Athrun and Kira looked a bit happier but I still think it’s a cute set.

05/2024

Lycoris Recoil - Chisato & Takina - Nendroid

I’m so glad I didn’t order their original nendroids, the cafe versions are so cute!! I’m so excited for these.

06/2024

Tian Guan Ci Fu - Hua Cheng - 1/7

He is also paid for. I have no idea where I’m going to put him, I have no space on my MXTX shelf for him. I really hope they put out a different Xie Lian scale to go with him since I’m not a huge fan of his “he who pleases the gods” figure. Like, come on give me any other outfit.

Amnesia - Shin - Nendroid

I wish he came with more accessories. If I’m remembering right, he really just comes with his card. Other than that I’m pretty happy with the prototype.

07/2024

Amnesia - Toma - Nendroid

I really said when I saw the nendroid announcement, “I’m just going to get Ukyo and Shin, I don’t need to buy all of them” and then they gave Toma the fucckin’ cage. I’m dying.

10/24

Fushigi no Kuni no Alice - 1/6

I cannot get over how cute she is!! One day I want a whole shelf of my cookbooks and all my cafe themed figures/standees

And that’s it as of now. I just ordered some of the SEED x Sanrio stuff, but none of those are figures exactly.

[warden-melli]

Not pokemon related but fuck these last few years have been tough. Been trying to distract myself all night but I think I need to vent for a sec

Trigger warning after the cut

I don’t want to get into details, but my uncle killed himself this morning. I knew something was wrong straight away when my mother randomly turned up with that look on her face. My grandmother was diagnosed with dementia last year, and my grandfather is in kidney failure, so at first I thought something bad and happened to them, but no. It was my uncle.

I spent a lot of today with my dad. My uncle was his little brother, and quite frankly as sad as I am for what happened to my uncle, I’m most worried about my dad right now. Not only did he lose both his father and older sister within the last year or so, but he’s been in pretty poor health himself. He was involved in an accident at work earlier this year involving a chainsaw, and honestly he’s lucky to be alive. PPE did it’s job, but even so he still ended up losing a tooth, and he’s had to have dental/implant surgeries to repair the damage. The last few weeks he’s also been extremely ill having caught Ross River fever from a job site. I have never seen him this sick in my entire life, and it has been extremely distressing seeing him in so much pain. He’s recovering from being sick, but he’s had an absolutely terrible run of luck, and that’s not even all of it. His best friend/brother in law has lung cancer, his sister just had a heart attack after contracting covid, and another of his sisters was just in a major car accident (he’s one of 10 kids btw). Also his pet budgie died last week. I feel horrible for him and I wish I could do something to make it better.

The last few weeks have been really tough. I broke my wisdom tooth, and because I am really bad at telling if/where I’m in pain I kinda tried to live with an exposed nerve for a few weeks before realising that it was serious. I knew something was wrong, but I have tmjd so I just kinda thought it was a chronic pain flare up at first. Like a really bad one, but I tried to ignore it. I had the back of my knee tattooed while dealing with a cracked wisdom tooth oof. After I figured out it wasn’t going to go away I eventually went to the dentist and had it extracted, but that was really hard for me to deal with. I was happy that the sharp pain had gone, but my jaw has been extremely sore since, and I really struggled sensory wise during the healing period. Then I broke my guitar and my fridge broke, so that’s over $1000 on top of the dental bills -_-

Idk life feels really hard lately. Haven’t been able to draw much, and have just been feeling flat in general. And now my uncle has passed and I just feel terrible. I’ll be okay. My sister is due to have a baby within weeks, and I’ve got some good concerts to look forward to, so it’s not all bad. One of my little sisters has been a twenty one pilots fan since she was literally an infant, and she’s finally old enough to see them live and I was able to get her really good tickets. She’s autistic too and has been working on her outfit and making stickers, and every time I see her that’s all she can talk about. I’m so happy for her and that I get to take her. There is good stuff, and good people and as silly as it sounds Melli/Pokemon really helps. He’s so so special to me. I’m glad I have him to focus on

I just needed to get stuff off of my chest, so if you’ve made it this far thanks for listening. Even if no one reads this just typing it out made me feel a bit better. May be a bit less active for a while, might be way more active. Idk how my brain wants to handle this lol

[miceysfandomcreations]

After drawing straight through a dnd campaign session! I’ve finally finished! Happy early Lunar New Year @itoshisoup!

What do you get when you cross a Hell Fic alternate universe with a tragic ending, a Touya with bad coping mechanism, and a multiverse-hopping quirk? HTTM DTTS: HELLVERSE!

Ok, so, I finally read Hell fic which is really good! I’ve been keeping up with the blog for a while, so I was a witness to the 2022 descent into Dabi Hell along with the bajillion Hell fic aus that popped up. Earlier this month, I hit my mha phase, read Hell fic, and understood what the hype was about. I kept thinking of those aus and how they were perfect for a spiderverse-style crossover epic. So fueled by writer’s block for a completely different project, I made a mockup poster of the concept!

general art notes:

this was hard. Dabi’s anime hair is stupid hard to draw. The flame effects covered so much. I’m glad I didn’t do shading. Also, super proud of myself for figuring out a way to draw anime hair! I took inspiration from an across the spider verse poster with all the characters facing the camera head on. Because I had less characters, with designs similar to each other, I had to modify the poses to give some more character. Not sure how well I did on that. The white shape in the center represents MC, and I wanted it to look like the shape’s been erased from the canvas, cutting through all the Touyas.

the touyas (top of left column to top of right column, like a horseshoe), individual art notes, and story notes:

Normal fic!Touya. From default/default adjacent Hell fic universe. Don’t have much variation to go with, so he’s a ‘normal’ Dabi. Not much to say here. I think I drew him last? Was weirdly hard to finish.

jjk curse au!Touya. None of the other Touyas know what the fuck he’s talking about. What do you mean curses? What do you mean you’re dead? In universe, he and MC are HS second years/16-ish, so I made his eyes bigger, face softer, hair fluffier, tried to make him look youthful. I think you noted that this Touya didn’t look much different than normal, but as you can see, I made him blue. I think it’d be cool if he had fire glowing from beneath his scars. I thought about replacing with burned skin with exposed muscle (also blue), but decided against that for ease of drawing. His uniform’s white, because, y’know, death.

Villain au!Touya. From the au where Touya and MC ran away to become horny villains together and Touya makes a ‘no bitches’ joke to Shigaraki. He gets a matching tungsten ring and a smile! I envision him as the first alternadabi to pop up in Normal’s dimension for some reason. Maybe because he’s the most similar?

Pro-Hero!Touya. Is miffed and yet not surprised that so many of his counterparts are villains. The most well-off financially of the Touyas. The Touyas raid his agency’s fridge at some point. There are so many awesome hero au designs floating in the fandom. I came up the outfit on the fly and it probably needs to be redesigned a few more times before I’m personally happy. Still, it serves its purpose. This Touya gets gold-plated piercings because he’s worth it.

Toxic WLW!Touya. TBH I don’t remember much about this au. Does it take place in the MHA world or is it a mundane au? Either way, this Touya was the first one I had concepts for. I think every Touya is a trash gremlin no matter the gender, and I didn’t want her to lose that aspect. I gave her a new, pushed-back hairstyle because I didn’t want to draw 6 versions of the same hair, and canon Touya looks really cute with his forehead exposed. The nose piercings are replaced with eyebrow rings to take advantage of that.

late 20s!Touya. From that concept you had about an older Touya having a happy ending. This one is stable, happily married, and is a good parent. The others totally aren’t jealous at all! Why hasn’t the rogue Touya who started this mess try to take over his life? Uh…something something this reality too unfamiliar to him…too used to destruction and dying young…can’t fathom having a life like this where he builds instead of destroys…would rather tear open the multiverse than face the prospect of internal change. This Touya is more often than not the holder of the sole braincell and is trying to wrangle his younger selves in more positive directions. Assigned Responsible Adult (tm) despite not hitting 30. Wears sweats the entire time.

- I see late 20s!Touya as entering the story in 2 ways. Doing laundry and getting sucked into a portal waiting for the washer to finish (1). Seeing his alternaselves in the distance, calling his MC, and being like ‘I’m gonna need to leave for a week I have to stop myself from doing something stupid’ and following after (2).

misc notes:

I thought about doing a version of this for MC, or Shouto, but I never had a solidified design for MC, and Dabi was the funner brother to come up with concepts for.

The Touyas without the flames:

[strawberriemarswrites]

IM HAPPY YOU WANNA HEAR ABT HER EXPLODING RN

but I see you’ve already seen her character profile so other then details of her childhood, or times with her crews I don’t have much to say 😅

BUTTTTT, I can say how her and Bartolomeo would meet! Aris is based on Ares, and what is Ares known for? Well, his spear and spartan helmet of course! (Other then being god of war yknow) but I imagine that frankly sent Aris into the colosseum after luffy and so she competes (I’ll include a whiteboard doodle of her outfit). I see them meeting by her getting caught off guard in a mini battle where her opponent lands a blow on her back and due to the nerve damage it knocks her down and lef her gasping for air. her opponent becoming curious would’ve removed her helmet . I imagine Bartolomeo would have a hard time figuring out it’s her because she changed ALOT from when the world had last seen her. Most notably her wings are now gone and a huge scar has formed on her lip. (Idr if I posted her pre vs post timeskip design so I’ll add that too 💀). But I wonder how Bartolomeo would react to her seeing how much she changed.

you can answer publicly or privately whatever’s easier for you and I’m again, SO GLAD you wanna hear about her!

Here’s her colosseum outfit

And here’s her pre vs post..

(all art is original and done by me!)

Ye ye! I read her profile on your page (which everyone should go see it's very neatly done and reminds me of like, the fancy roleplay posts I used to see on Gaia Online o3o).

I think Barto's reaction would be very similar to the one he had finding out Sogeking = Usopp. It'd be a lot of double-takes and head-tilts (like when a dog sees something beyond comprehension). Then when he got the chance he'd stare for a solid minute and slowly start connecting the dots. The second he focuses on her eyes it clicks into place and he loses all his cool -- the fanboy switch is flipped and there is no turning it back off. The rest of the arc, every time he catches her doing something particularly brutal in a fight he just goes--

Once all is said and done at the end of the arc and Barto's asking for the crew's autographs, hers and Zoro's are probably the ones he'd be most nervous to ask for. And then he'd probably overstep and ask about the scars before doubling-back like "wait no you don't have to answer that -- crap crap crap my bad don't kill me but if you do my god what an honor".

[here4theheartbreak]

Leader of the Pack ch.8 (Date Night)

Relationships: Bangchan x Changbin   Genre: smut | angst w/ a happy ending | werewolf au Rating: Explicit   Chapter Word Count: ~7.7k Tags (not all tags apply to all chapters; these are full fic tags): DD:DNE, Smut,  Friends to Lovers, Werewolf AU, Angst w/ a happy ending, Fluff, Werewolf Bang Chan, Idolverse, Minor Violence, Side Pairing Felix/Minho, Bickering, Bottom Changbin, Top Chan, Werewolf Smut, Knots

Summary: Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan  knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of  himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.  ​ A/N: Fic will be updated Mondays as schedule allows; Please note that fic will include smut while member is in wolf form; he is still sentient and able to communicate, which is the reason for the dead dove tag; please do not proceed if not comfortable with this.   Read on AO3! | Read on Asian Fanfics

“Hey, Chan?” Felix’s voice was gentle. He stuck his head past the door, peeking into the room.

Chan glanced up from where he was staring at a spread of potential outfits for his date tonight. He smiled, motioning for Felix to enter.

“Good, I need your help.”

Felix nodded, stepping into the room and shutting the door. “What’s up?”

“Which of these looks nicest?” He motioned toward the bed. “I’ve been staring for an hour and can’t tell.”

“What’s the occasion?” Felix asked, looking over the outfits.

“Just hanging out with Changbin tonight.”

Felix looked over at Chan, cocking a brow. Chan tried to keep his expression neutral and casual.

“You’re trying to dress nice for a… Night with Changbin?” Felix pressed. He held up on of the pairs of jeans Chan was considering – one with styled rips in various locations. “Kind of nice for that, don’t you think?”

Chan shifted, shrugging. “No, just wanted to…” He scowled and pulled the jeans from Felix’s hand. “What did you need?” He asked abruptly.

Felix pouted. He cleared his throat then and sat down on the bed, pushing the clothing to the side. “I wanted to talk to you about something… But I’m worried you’ll be mad.”

Chan straightened up. He pushed his clothes to the side, sitting next to Felix. He turned to face him, giving him his full attention.

“I won’t be mad. What’s going on, Lix?”

Felix sighed. He worried his hands together on his lap, chewing his bottom lip. “So… Um… You know me and Minho. Have been… Together. For a while.”

“Yeah, I know. Did something happen?” Concern bubbled up suddenly. “Did he hurt you?” He asked a little sharper.

“No!” Felix looked up, shaking his head. He smiled softly. “No, he’s… Perfect,” he admitted.

Chan relaxed, nodding. “Good. I would’ve had to kick his ass if he’d hurt you.” He half teased. “So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing really. We just… We’ve been together for a while now and it’s great but… We think it might be time to come out to the rest of the group and the company. Not the fans or anything, of course but… Take the next steps to being a serious couple.”

Chan reached over, setting his hand over Felix’s. “You thought I’d be mad about that? You know me better than that, Felix. I’m proud of you two.”

Felix looked up, his mouth turning up into a cautious smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Chan squeezed his shoulder. “Of course. I support you guys, fully. Though… You know most of the group I think has already figured it out.”

Felix’s cheeks lost some of their color, his eyes widening. “What? Who?”

“Well, Jisung knows, but I assumed Minho told him. Changbin has a pretty good idea too. And I think Hyunjin might have an idea too. He does share a wall with Minho.”

Felix groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I thought we were being so careful.”

“Ah, things happen. But they clearly don’t mind, since nothing has changed. That should give you confidence. Do you want me to be there when you two talk to the boss?”

“We’d really appreciate it,” Felix whispered, dropping his hands again. “He intimidates the hell out of me, and while Minho is great, I know you have a better relationship with him, so…”

“Of course. I’ll be right there with you guys, no matter what. Just tell me when, okay?”

Felix’s shoulder slumped. He flung himself forward, hugging Chan tightly. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“You don’t have to thank me, Felix. I’m your friend. And the leader of the group. I’m glad to be here for you with this.”

Felix pulled back. He looked at the pile of clothes and then at Chan. He grinned then, nodding as if in response to something said. “I’ll help you pick your outfit for tonight.”

“Yeah? Thanks.” Chan smiled softly.

Felix touched the clothes for a moment, chewing his lip. “It’s not just friends hanging out between you two anymore, is it?”

Chan’s throat closed up. Though he knew Felix would be one of the most understanding of any of the members, panic gripped him. “I—”

Felix rolled his eyes up, looking at Chan through his bangs. “How long’s it been?”

Chan swallowed past the lump threatening to choke him. “A… A month about. A little over.”

“The retreat. When we went back to film it.”

Chan nodded. “Were we that obvious?”

“I don’t think so. I thought something, maybe… I noticed Changbin had a bruise on his neck a couple of weeks ago when we were changing after practice.”

Chan closed his eyes, his cheeks boiling like he’d just stuffed his mouth full of peppers. “Oh God.”

“Nobody else caught it as far as I know,” Felix said quickly, setting his hand on Chan’s leg.

“How’d you know it was me that gave it to him?”

“I didn’t right away. But you and him have been hanging out a lot more. Plus, Hyunjin told me you and he both went out together on your night off. That’s pretty big, you don’t let any of us go with you. And pretty much every time I come over to visit, he’s either in your room or leaving it. Or you two are huddled up somewhere talking quietly which is… Weird for Changbin.”

Chan chuckled at that and nodded. “He’s different than I expected. I’ve seen a new side to him, dating him. I thought we were doing a better job at hiding it.”

“I don’t know if anyone else has seen it. Minho, maybe. But I don’t think he cares.”

“Jisung knows. He was the one that forced us to talk that night at the retreat. We had a pretty nasty fight when I got him out of the woods, so…”

“A fight?” Felix’s smile faded. “What about?”

“Nothing big,” Chan waved it off. “It’s old news now, we’re a lot better. We’ve made a lot of progress. As friends and… More, now.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised. You two have always been weirdly connected.”

“You’re not the first person that’s said that. Jisung mentioned it too. I guess I didn’t realize how obvious it was.”

Felix shrugged, smiling. “You never see what’s in front of you, I guess.” He reached out and picked up the pair of stylishly torn black jeans. “If I were going on a date, I think these would be great. Are you guys going somewhere nice?”

“Uh… Not really fancy but not not nice. It’s a restaurant that I like on the edge of the city. Casual.”

Felix nodded. “Will you walk around outside much?”

“Not so much, a little probably though, it’s pretty quiet there so it might be nice to get out and maybe not be spotted by fans.”

They both chuckled at that and Felix rose, pulling open Chan’s closet. He dug around in the drawers for a second before making a noise of success. Straightening, he turned around, holding up a deep red sweater.

Chan laughed. “How did you even know I had that?”

“I’ve seen you wear it maybe once. But I really liked it on you when you did. This with those jeans. You should be warm enough and you look really good in it. I bet he’ll like it.”

Chan rose, taking the sweater and holding it out. He examined it for any holes or dirt before nodding. “Yeah, this’ll work. Thank you.”

Felix nodded.

“Hey, when do you think you want to talk to the group?”

“Soon. I wanted to make sure you thought it was a good idea first. Minho and I need to decide a few more things first.”

Chan nodded, watching Felix head to the door.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said. Felix looked back and smiled, nodding. “You too, you know. I’ve got your back with you and Bin.”

“That means a lot, Felix. Thank you.”

“Have fun tonight. Don’t get into too much trouble.”

Chan chuckled as Felix opened the door, nearly running into Changbin as he stumbled in. He grinned sheepishly.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Felix squeaked, stepping back and laughing nervously. “Hi—I’m leaving.” He said quickly. He turned to the side and slipped out of the small space between Changbin and doorframe, hurrying away at nearly a run from the sound of his footsteps.

Changbin looked back, then at Chan, his brows furrowed. “Uh… Did I miss something?”

Chan shook his head, smiling. “No. He knows about us. I didn’t tell him, but he noticed so… I’m sure he’s feeling a little shy about it.”

Changbin nodded. He pushed the door shut. “He okay with it?”

“Oh yeah, he’s happy for us. I’m about ready to go, just need to change.”

Changbin smirked. “Can I watch?”

Chan snorted and rolled his eyes. Changbin’s idea of flirtation was so off base that it was almost offensive sometimes – but that’s exactly what Chan loved about it. He took a moment to put away the other outfit ideas, choosing not to respond.

Changbin only allowed the silence to stretch for a few moments before Chan felt his arms around his middle, Changbin’s mouth immediately finding that one spot on his neck that made his knees go weak no matter what. He grumbled, leaning into Changbin’s broad chest.

“Not fair.”

“Don’t be a tease then,” Changbin murmured against his neck. He kissed along the tendon slowly, gently nosing Chan’s ear.

“How was I teasing? I was just putting away my clothes.”

“You aren’t wearing anything under your sweats.”

Chan barked out a laugh, straightening up and turning around. “And how do you know that?”

Changbin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. He’d chosen a tight button up shirt, and it stretched tightly when he did. Chan blinked, forcing himself to focus on Changbin’s face, despite the muscular distraction only a few inches below.

“I know what your ass looks like in underwear versus not.” Changbin said, shrugging.

“Just how often do you stare at my ass to know that?”

Changbin’s smirk grew. He stepped closer to Chan, dropping one hand and sliding around his hip to squeeze his ass. “More than you realize, probably. I was right too… No boxers.” He tsked. “Naughty. Tease that way and we won’t make it out of the apartment tonight.”

Chan gritted his teeth, his body reacting aggressively to Changbin. He loved this – and hated it. He’d never been so easily flustered by someone before, especially not someone he knew so well. His eyelids fluttered a moment before he took a deep breath, straightening back up and gently pushing Changbin back.

“I need to get dressed,” he said firmly.

“Nobody’s stopping you,” Changbin snarked. He flopped down onto the bed, folding one of Chan’s pillows under his head.

“Seems like you’re doing a great job of that,” Chan argued. He finished putting away the other clothes and grabbed his intended outfit, looking pointedly at Changbin.

Changbin scoffed, sitting up. “I’ve sucked your cock and seen you naked numerous times, and you’re still making me turn away while you change?” He asked, one brow cocked high.

His wolf grumbled contentedly, images and sensations filtering into his mind at the mention of that night. He stuffed them away before they could get the better of him and cleared his throat. “As a wolf. I’m far more brazen then.”

“Yeah, says the guy always showing his belly on stage.”

“That’s not entirely my choice.” Chan pouted a little, folding his arms around his middle. “The stylists hate me, I swear.”

Changbin rose, shuffling toward the door. “You are the weirdest guy,” he commented as he did, pausing to fiddle with a pile of things the shelf under Chan’s television.

His shirt was tucked into his jeans, allowing Chan to see the outline of his torso and the swell of his ass as he stood with his back facing him. Despite their regular teasing; Changbin’s frame was enviable. Everything about him was strong and firm; Chan wished he had the confidence to bulk the way Changbin did.

“Hey?”

Chan shook his head, blinking. Guilt pulled a smile onto his face when he realized Changbin was staring at him. “What’s up?” Changbin asked.

“Uh… Nothing. What did you say?”

“I called you weird. I was talking about you being shy when you’re an idol but now I think you might just have holes in your brain. Why were you staring?”

“Um… No reason. Just… Your outfit looks really good tonight. You look good in it, I mean. It’s handsome. Or, you’re handsome. I—” He sighed and shut his mouth, his warming ears and neck signaling that he was talking far too much.

Changbin stared in silence for a moment more before hissing, tilting his head quickly to the side. “You really are losing it, leader.”

Changbin left as Chan rolled his eyes, not dignifying the snark with a response. He changed out of his sweats and into the clothing Felix had recommended, smiling a little. The red was a nice color, when he really looked at it. He added cologne and ducked into the bathroom to make sure his hair would cooperate for the duration of the night.

 Changbin was sitting on the couch, hunched over with Hyunjin and Felix as they watched something on Hyunjin’s phone. Chan cleared his throat. He smiled when the three looked up in sync.

“Can I steal you away?” He asked.

Changbin hopped up, nearly toppling Hyunjin as he did. Felix met Chan’s eyes and smiled. “Have a good night.”

“Will do. You staying over?”

“Thinking about it. Depends.” He looked at Hyunjin, who pushed out his bottom lip and shrugged.

“I’d be cool with it.”

Chan nodded. “Well, then we might see you later.” He clapped Changbin on the shoulder. “Come on.”

 ***

 Though Chan had worried this date would start as awkwardly as their first had, none of the original tension seemed to be present. The two talked easily about a variety of things; events of the day, stories from their childhood, how their families were doing. Dinner finished without any awkward silences or uncomfortable moments and the two decided to walk along the river, edges beginning to frost over in a sure sign of winter setting in.

 “Are you cold?” Changbin worried. He wrapped his arm around Chan’s shoulders.

“I’m okay,” Chan said. “Th sweater is warm. But this is nice.” He leaned into Changbin’s side, shifting his step pace to match his. “Dinner was really nice tonight,” he commented.

“I thought so. We don’t get to do this often, just the two of us.”

“Speaking of… Will you be joining me when I change this month?”

Chan felt Changbin nod. He grunted. “I thought I would. Unless you don’t want me there.” “I do.”

“Your wolf?”

“Always.” Chan looked up at him, smiling softly.

Changbin returned it. He kicked through a light dusting of snow in their path. “Snow will be sticking pretty good by then though. What do you do when it’s snowy?”

“There’s a little area protected by the trees near to where I drop my clothes that I sleep in when it’s super snowy out, it doesn’t get much snowfall. But that won’t work for you, you don’t have the fur I do, my winter coat is in by now, I’m nice and warm except my nose and paws. It might make sense to have you go home.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone in the middle of the woods,” Changbin argued.

“I’ve been alone in the woods for years. I’ll be okay.”

Changbin pouted visibly, his chin dimpling as he did. “Just because you’ve been alone in the past doesn’t mean you should have to be now. Aren’t I your mate?”

Chan felt his heart stutter, his wolf doing a happy little spin inside his mind. “You are,” he whispered, the joy he felt at the casual use of such an important label making his voice crack. He cleared his throat. “But that means that I have to make sure you’re safe and cared for.”

“And I have to do the same.” Changbin squeezed Chan’s shoulders a little tighter. “I want to do the same. I’ll wear a heavy coat and layer my pants. And I bet I can find a tent in one of our closets. That should work just fine. Maybe even bring along a little heater, make a camping night out of it.”

Chan had to stop walking. It took Changbin a moment to realize, his arm slipping from Chan’s shoulders. He stepped back, looking concerned. “You okay?”

Chan nodded. He grabbed Changbin’s hand and squeezed it in both of his own. “I’m great. Really, really great…”

“Why’d you stop?” Changbin pressed.

“You know… You’re an amazing guy.”

Changbin grinned broadly, snorting. “No shit, of course I am. You’re just now noticing?” He teased. Chan shook his head, ignoring the joke.

“I mean it, Binnie.”

Changbin’s smile faded into something a little softer, more natural; that sweet, gentle smile that he reserved for quiet moments behind the camera. He shook his head but Chan whined.

“Don’t say you aren’t. You don’t know how much you’re doing right now. Trying to learn about me, wanting to be with me, the lengths you’re going to. Really, Changbin. I don’t say it lightly, and I’m not playing around right now.”

Changbin relaxed a little. He looked around, searching for any people or cameras. He leaned forward quickly, pressing a kiss to Chan’s mouth before pulling back.

Chan whined again. He went forward, hugging Changbin tightly and burying his face in his neck. Changbin’s mouth was warm on his own neck, lips curved into a smile as they embraced by the river. “Let’s get a snack, then go home,” Changbin murmured, his warm breath tickling as he spoke.

They walked in silence back toward the area lit with shops, far too close for two friends to be walking. They stopped at a snack cart, and Changbin bought them a few orders of hotteok, thanking the cart owner before they headed leisurely back toward where Chan had parked.

Once in the car, Changbin leaned over, pulling gently at Chan’s sweater.

“Come here,” he murmured.

Chan chuckled. “Someone could still see.”

“The windows are tinted, we’d notice. I wanna kiss you.”

Their lips met gently at first, sweet from the dessert they’d eaten. Chan’s body warmed, unrelated to the heat of the car, when Changbin’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip. They pressed closer together, leaning over the center console as their hands roamed one another’s bodies, gripping familiar muscle and tracing lines hidden under the fabric of their clothes.

Changbin pulled back first, pressing his forehead to Chan’s. “You should get us home.”

Chan breathed out a laugh, nodding. He kissed Changbin once more and leaned back into his seat, taking a moment to gather himself.

“We fogged up the windows.”

Changbin laughed once, reaching out and tracing a little heart shape on the fogged glass of the passenger side. “I’m just too hot.”

“Too full of hot air, maybe,” Chan argued. He reached forward and wiped the windshield with his sleeve so he could see to start driving.

His heart was thrumming against his ribs, desperate to escape its cage even as Chan tried to focus solely on the road and not on the man next to him. His white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and slow, measured breaths did nothing to cut the tension in the small confines of the car. Quite the opposite, in fact; as with each passing minute as they drove closer to the dorm, the air thickened a little more, and the deep ache in Chan’s stomach grew. He could feel his wolf in the back of his head, full of nervous energy and a primal need.

Despite the distractions, Chan managed to get them home in one piece, parking the car a bit haphazardly in his spot. He turned it off and grabbed Changbin’s shirt, dragging him forward into a desperate kiss. Changbin squeaked in surprise and grabbed Chan’s shoulders, tensing for a moment before relaxing against him. Chan guided the kiss, nipping at Changbin’s bottom lip.

Changbin groaned softly, opening his mouth and brushing his tongue over Chan’s. He dropped one hand onto Chan’s thigh, squeezing before sliding it up and cupping his crotch. Changbin’s touch was firm, pressing and rubbing with just enough force to feel both perfect and not nearly enough against Chan’s hardening cock. He spread his legs further, sighing softly against Changbin’s mouth.

“Chan—” Changbin murmured. He pulled back, his lips kiss swollen. His eyes were dark, pupils widened and full of need. “We need to get inside,” he panted.

“Kiss me again,” Chan argued. He leaned forward, brushing their lips together, but Changbin pulled back and shook his head.

“Now.”

Chan pouted, whining in a voice that wasn’t entirely his own human one. Changbin smirked in response. He pressed his palm a little more firmly against the bulge in Chan’s jeans. “Now,” he said again, softer. “I’m not gonna suck your cock for the first time in the driver’s seat of this car. So we need to get inside.”

It was Chan’s turn to grin. He moved forward, brushing his cheek over Changbin’s as he leaned in to whisper to him.

“Second time you sucked my cock, isn’t it? Or did I dream filling your mouth full of my come last month?”

Changbin pressed again, just past painful enough to make Chan hiss. He laughed softly. “I still remember that taste,” Changbin muttered. “You’ve got some big pawprints to fill there, Channie. I might prefer sucking off your wolf if you don’t.”

Chan growled. He nipped the exposed soft flesh of Changbin’s neck, moving back and grabbing the keys. He scrambled out of the car, nearly tripping over his own feet as he adjusted the sweater to hide his obvious erection. Changbin circled around, his own coat easily hiding his crotch. He slung an arm around Chan’s shoulders as they walked from the parking garage to the elevator.

“Hope the others aren’t still up… Don’t know if I can wait to get into the bedroom to touch you again.”

Chan’s eyes fluttered shut at the heavy promise of Changbin’s words. He nearly missed the button for their floor, his hands shaking. When the elevator began moving, Changbin pressed him against the wall of it, kissing him hard. He ground their crotches together, letting Chan feel that he was just as hard.

They kissed until the elevator stopped, pulling apart just as the door opened. Changbin grabbed Chan’s wrist and yanked with a surprising force, rushing toward their apartment door. Changbin’s hands roamed his body as he unlocked the front door, his breath coming out in hard pants.

The dorm was dark, thankfully, and quiet, save for a soft music filtering from the far end of the hall; Hyunjin’s room. Changbin pushed the door shut and pinned Chan against the wall next to it, kissing him again. He began to undo Chan’s jeans, the clink of his belt loud as a shot in the quiet apartment. Changbin paid no mind, sliding his hand into the front of them to stroke Chan through his boxers. Chan gasped at the coolness of his grip and the brazenness of the action, keenly aware that they were fully exposed in their shared living room. He pushed Changbin off him reluctantly, biting back the whine that threatened to escape when Changbin’s hand left his cock.

“Room,” he murmured. They kicked off their shoes and hurried forward, sharing quick kisses as they slipped down the hall. Changbin pushed Chan’s door shut and shoved him hard once they were in Chan’s room.

He yelped in surprise, tripping backwards and landing on the bed hard enough that it squeaked. Changbin climbed onto him, straddling his hips as he attacked his mouth in a desperate kiss. Their clothes came off in a rush, hands batting one another out of the way and their mouths only parting to remove an item of clothing that was too stubborn to come off in any other way.

Chan reached up, turning on the light above his bed when Changbin leaned back, catching his breath. He was fully naked now, and Chan took a moment to admire his body. He pushed Changbin back enough to sit up, sliding his hands up his thighs and hips. He touched his stomach, soft but so well-muscled, and rubbed his palms up along his chest, pausing to thumb over his hardening nipples. He reached Changbin’s firm, broad shoulders before wrapping his hands around the back of his neck and pulling him forward into another kiss. This one was just as deep and desperate, but slower, each taking their time now that the pesky clothing was out of the way.

They made their way back into a lying position, side by side. Their mouths slotted together as well as their hips, gently grinding against one another, teasing their cocks with just enough stimulation to make them desperate.

Changbin pushed Chan onto his back, lying on his side next to him as he kissed along his shoulder. He brushed his fingertips down Chan’s sternum and belly to where his cock rested. He brushed the sensitive tip, his mouth curling into a smile when Chan gasped, his hips twitching. The same finger gently traced the firm underside to his balls then back up. Despite the gentleness of the touch, the sensation was similar to a knee-jerk test at the doctor’s office, except the nerve endings were spread through every inch of his body rather than just his leg. Chan’s body began to shiver, his hands forming fists at his sides.

Changbin kissed Chan’s cheek before finally wrapping his hand around his cock, jerking him off slowly. His hand was warm and gentle, gripping Chan’s cock with the perfect amount of pressure as he stroked up and down.

“I had a wet dream last night, you know,” Changbin murmured against his ear. “So intense I actually came in my sleep - I haven’t had one of those since I was a teenager.”

Chan moaned softly, his hips twitching. He reached for Changbin’s cock, whining softly in the back of his throat when Changbin pushed his hand away.

“What was it about?” He whispered.

“You, of course.” Changbin rubbed his thumb over the tip, smirking against Chan’s jaw when he moaned. “First you had me on my knees. You tasted so good… Pulling my hair, you held me there and fucked my mouth.” Changbin moaned as he spoke, rubbing his cock against Chan’s hip. “Then you shoved me onto my hands, right there on the floor… You forced your cock so deep inside me, it was amazing.” His throat clicked. He began to gently hump Chan’s thigh, still stroking his cock. “You fucked me so deep.”

Chan groaned, grabbing Changbin’s arm. “Please—“ He panted.

Changbin began to stroke faster. He nipped his earlobe before continuing. “Then it was your wolf. I could feel you scratching my hips, you made me scream, it hurt so good… Fuck—“ He moaned against Chan’s neck. “It was back to you at the end… You were moaning my name and calling me dirty things. I came so hard just from your cock fucking into me.” He bit Chan’s shoulder with some force, dragging another moan out of him. “I woke up with my shorts full of come, I was still so hard I had to jerk off again.”

“Changbin, please!” Chan gasped, grabbing for him to pull him closer.

Instead he pulled away, rising up onto his knees and moving down the bed. Chan was panting, forcing his eyes to stay open. Changbin moved between his legs, forcing them open as he leaned down. His breath was hot against Chan’s oversensitive cock, goosebumps rising along his belly and thighs from the delightful tickle.

“I’m gonna suck your cock,” Changbin said matter of factly, “and I’m not going to stop until you come in my mouth, understood?”

Chan wet his lips and nodded quickly, not trusting his voice to speak.

Changbin stroked his fingers up the length of Chan’s cock before lifting it straight and lowering his head. Moments before his lips brushed the oversensitive tip, he paused. He rolled his eyes up to look at Chan.

“And you can be rough… I like it.” Changbin sank down on his cock, engulfing it in the warm heat of his mouth down to the base.

Chan slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his shout when he felt his tip bump the back of Changbin’s throat, an obscene little gulp slipping out as he took it down easily. He hasn’t intended to be rough; he’d never risk hurting Changbin, but his hips jerked on their own volition.

Changbin’s shoulders jerked but he swallowed, holding Chan’s hip with one hand.

“Christ, Bin!” Chan gasped. He buried his fingers in Changbin’s soft hair, looking down in amazement.

His eyes were watering from the intrusion, lips stretched around Chan’s cock as he bobbed his head gently, letting Chan’s hips do most of the work.

He shifted, opening his mouth a little wider. The wet, gulping noise grew as Chan pumped his hips upward, obscene and sexy. Chan could feel him drooling down his cock, slicking his shaft as he let him fuck his mouth. Changbin slipped his tongue out, letting Chan’s cock glide along it.

Chan moaned softly, his head falling back into the pillow. He tightened his grip on Changbin’s hair, beginning to push his head down to meet the thrusts of his hips. Changbin closed his lips around his cock once more, groaning low in his throat. The sound vibrated against Chan’s cock, forcing his balls to draw tighter to his body, pleasured goosebumps rising up on his bare skin.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, screwing his eyes shut.

Changbin took over, bobbing his own head rapidly along Chan’s cock. He sucked hard on the shaft as he did, flicking his tongue along it.

Chan muffled his scream with his forearm as his orgasm hit, cock pulsing in the warmth of Changbin’s mouth. He coughed but stayed down, a little trickle of come the only sign that he was caught unaware. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his hand clenching and releasing against Chan’s hip.

Chan whined softly, Changbin’s mouth urging his orgasm further. His balls ached as they tensed, trying to futilely to release more.

“I can’t!” He finally gasped, pulling Changbin’s hair to get him to stop.

Changbin pulled off his cock with an obscene slurping noise. He slid his tongue out of his mouth slowly and caught the trickle of come that had escaped. Chan’s belly ached with arousal despite his unwilling member.

“You need to finish,” he whispered.

“Almost there already,” Changbin admitted. He went up on his knees, revealing his other hand rubbing and stroking his cock. “I’ve wanted to suck you off for ages - I almost came while you did.”

“Well, you have sucked me off,” Chan reminded him, smirking. Changbin’s grin grew. “Totally different.

Chan pouted. “Is my wolf’s cock better than mine?”

“No way.” Changbin leaned over, kissing Chan gently. “Both are amazing.”

“Lemme suck you,” Chan offered.

“No, not tonight… Hold your mouth open… Stick your tongue out.” He straightened back up.

Chan obeyed, feeling a little silly. Changbin nodded, a lusty smile on his face. “Perfect.”

He moved up, his knees on either side of Chan’s neck and leaned over, bracing a hand on the shelf above the bed. He began to stroke himself faster, letting the tip of his cock slap gently against Chan’s tongue.

Chan smirked, getting his own idea. He quickly wet his fingers before reopening his mouth as Changbin had requested. He gripped Changbin’s ass, spreading it open and sliding the first spit covered finger over his tight hole. Changbin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yes—“ he choked out.

Chan slid it in, gently massaging and tugging the rim. Changbin shuddered, his mouth falling open as little gasps and grunts slipped from him.

It didn’t take too long for his body to relax, allowing Chan to slide the second finger in. He didn’t dare go too rough; the spit wouldn’t ease the way for too much, but this seemed to be enough. He found Changbin’s prostate and began to rub it gently, grinning when Changbin whined, jerking forward hard enough that he nearly fell.

“Gonna take you soon,” Chan murmured. “Just like you dreamed, baby. Make you come just from being inside you.”

Changbin swore softly, and Chan heard the wood of his shelf creak from the grip Changbin had on it. He opened his mouth, leaning up to swipe his tongue over the silken tip. Changbin hissed, his ass clenching tight around Chan’s fingers. His cock began to spurt, the first rope catching Chan across the cheek. He laughed and lifted his head, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking gently, rubbing the underside with his tongue. He continued to milk Changbin’s prostate, a little surge of pride rushing through him at the delightful sounds of pleasure it caused.

Changbin’s body sagged as the final few spurts dribbled from his softening cock. Chan let his mouth relax, opening it to show the come to Changbin before he swallowed.

Changbin swore again. He carefully swiped the streak across Chan’s cheek with his thumb before sliding it past his lips, moaning softly when Chan sucked and licked it off contentedly. He grinned up at him.

“Feel good?” He asked, carefully freeing his fingers and squeezing Changbin’s ass gently.

Changbin nodded. He moved over and down before flopping onto his back, jarring the bed.

Chan sat up, “I’ll be right back.” He kissed Changbin gently and rose, tugging on his boxers before slipping into the bathroom to wash his hands and face.

 The bedroom was empty when Chan returned. He scowled, sticking his head out the door to listen for Changbin. No way in hell they just got intimate like that and Changbin left to sleep in his own room; Chan considered kicking his ass at the thought of it. He padded through the dorm, relaxing when he saw a light on in their kitchen. There was a small clatter and Chan heard Changbin swear. He hurried out to prevent any damage – to his boyfriend or the kitchen.

Changbin was standing near the counter, holding a frying pan upright and staring intently at the bottom of it.

“Problem?” Chan asked.

Changbin looked over. His brows furrowed and his chin dimpled as he pouted, mouth turned down in a scowl that Chan knew meant only one thing.

“Changbinnie’s hungry. Make me something?” Changbin whined in the most childish and obnoxious tone he could manage.

“Changbinnie needs to learn to make his own food,” Chan said patiently, taking the pan from Changbin and placing it on the stove. That tone was like nails on a chalkboard to him on the wrong day, but tonight he could find nothing but affection for it. He turned and pulled Changbin into a hug, leaning back just far enough to meet his gaze.

“What do you want to make?” He murmured.

Changbin’s pout changed to something a little more thoughtful. He rolled his eyes up, pursing his mouth.

“Meat.”

“You always want meat, I need more than that.” Chan argued. He pecked Changbin’s lips and released him, going over to the fridges to figure out what food they had.

Changbin’s arms slipped around his middle, his groin pressed tight to Chan’s ass.

Chan grumbled, standing up right and tilting his head, letting Changbin place kisses along the curve of his neck.

“Changed my mind. Let’s order and go wait in bed.”

Chan chuckled. “Why the change of heart?”

“Your ass.”

Chan snorted, elbowing Changbin lightly in the side, but not moving out of his grip. “I can cook just as easily,” he murmured, his body tensing a bit when he felt Changbin’s teeth clamp down lightly on his shoulder. A spark of arousal lit in his stomach. “Watch it,” he growled without venom.

“What?” Changbin pulled him a little tighter, pointedly pressing himself against Chan’s ass.

“Dangerous to bite a wolf. Might get the wrong idea.”

“That so?” Changbin smirked against his skin. He bit down a little more at the base of his neck, huffing a laugh when Chan gasped.

The strength of the bite increased, sending little sparks of pleasure-pain through Chan’s body. He reached up, gripping the back of Changbin’s neck in warning. Changbin grumbled, sucking on the spot he was biting. One hand slid down from Chan’s stomach to his boxers. He slid his fingers along the band before dipping into them and gripping Chan’s cock.

“Changbin—” Chan grumbled, his hips pressing forward against his hand.

Changbin ignored his plea, sucking and licking at the spot he was biting. Chan knew he’d hear an earful from his stylist if Changbin left a visible bruise, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. He pressed his hips back, rubbing his ass against Changbin’s hard length. He could feel his wolf grumbling in the back of his mind and an ache in his bones that told him he wanted out – he wanted a part of this. Chan drew in a deep breath, trying to soothe the beast inside him. He could be satisfied in this skin too, even with Changbin teasing in just the right way.

“Get off,” Chan growled, his voice taking on a deeper, warning tone. Changbin’s cock throbbed against his ass. He released his jaw, licking the tender spot he left behind. Chan pulled Changbin’s hand off his cock and turned quickly, using the surprise of his movement to gain the upper hand. He grabbed Changbin’s hips and spun them, slamming him against the counter. Changbin hissed, grabbing the counter where it dug into his lower back. Chan got in his face, nostrils flaring. He ground their hips together, baring his teeth. “I told you not to bite a wolf,” he grumbled.

Changbin’s eyelids fluttered. He licked his lips, shoulders relaxing a little. “Why? Puppy afraid of a little competition?”

Chan growled, reaching down and squeezing Changbin’s cock warningly. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Seo Changbin.”

Changbin smirked. He slid his hand up Chan’s bare chest and placed it lightly on his throat. “I know more than you realize. I can see him, you know,” he murmured, stroking the soft skin behind Chan’s ear with his finger. “Your wolf… He’s right below the surface, you know? Your eyes flash gold. Your voice changes. It’s subtle… I wouldn’t have realized it’s him if I’d not seen him… It’s hot as hell.” He wrapped his other hand around Chan’s waist, pulling him closer. “I know exactly what I’m doing Bang Chan.”

He leaned forward and licked the spot once again, his breath hot. “You might be the pack leader, but I’m making sure you know just how strong of a mate you have,” he whispered against Chan’s ear. He bit down again, hard enough that Chan yelped.

Changbin released his shoulder and kissed him hard, groaning when Chan bit his lip, reaching up to fist his hair. He pulled, tugging Changbin’s head back and breaking the kiss. Changbin’s lips were parted, his eyes dark with lust.

“Be a good boy,” Changbin growled breathily, smirking. “and suck my cock.”

Chan’s knees turned to jelly. Changbin’s tone was aggressive and firm. Even his wolf, desperate to be freed and put his unruly mate in his place, backed down at the dominance in his voice.

Chan closed his eyes, releasing his grip on Changbin’s hair. He opened his mouth, breathing coming in quick little pants.

Changbin grabbed his shoulders, squeezing gently before applying pressure, pushing down. Chan let himself sink down, guided by Changbin’s grip, until his knees hit the cold tile floor. He looked up at Changbin, mouth only centimeters from the obvious tent in his boxers.

“You look good like this,” Changbin murmured. He set his hand on the back of Chan’s head, pulling him forward gently. “On your knees. Strong brave leader.”

“You talk awful big for a man about to have his cock exposed to my teeth, Binnie.” Chan warned.

Changbin’s smirk widened. “You’re not gonna bite me. Not any harder than I’d like.” He ran his fingers through Chan’s hair. “Good boys don’t use their teeth.”

Chan closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Changbin and that stupid pet name – he had to realize what it did to him at this point, and he was taking full advantage. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the tent in Changbin’s shorts.

“What if we get caught?” He murmured.

“Everyone’s asleep. I’ll be quiet if you will.”

Chan smiled deviously, a little thrill running through him at the idea of doing something so publicly. He slipped his hand through the slit in the boxers, his gaze locked with Changbin’s as he gripped his cock, stroking once before pulling it gently from the hole. Changbin glanced around the quiet dorm before looking back at Chan, nodding. He pressed his hand a little more firmly to the back of his head, and Chan opened his mouth, letting Changbin guide his head forward.

His tip was silky and smooth against Chan’s tongue. He closed his mouth around it, sucking gently. Changbin gasped, biting his bottom lip. His eyes fluttered shut. “Good boy,” he whispered.

Chan stroked his shaft, his fingers gliding along it only lightly enough to tease. He slid his tongue around the flared base of the head before sinking down another inch. Shifting his head, he let the tip bump the roof of his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside to add a little pressure. It twitched, rewarding him with a little trickle of precome as Changbin whined softly. His fingers tightened in Chan’s hair, an obvious sign for more.

Chan slid himself a little closer to Changbin, slipping more of his shaft into his mouth. He stroked the part he couldn’t fit, rolling his eyes up to look at Changbin in a way he hoped was attractive. He pulled back, licking around Changbin’s spit slicked tip. “I’m sorry I can’t go deep like you,” he mumbled, his cheeks warming in embarrassment. “Gag reflex…”

Changbin’s smile returned, gentle. He stroked his fingers through Chan’s hair.

“Don’t worry about that,” he breathed. “You’re doing great, it feels amazing.” He pushed his hips forward, bumping his cock against Chan’s bottom lip. “Your mouth is so good… Keep sucking it, please?” Chan opened his mouth, letting Changbin slip his cock past his lips once again. He thrust gently, holding the back of Chan’s head but careful not to drive his cock too deeply and choke him. He took as much as he dared, closing his eyes and focusing on pleasuring Changbin. His own cock ached between his legs, and he could feel his wolf getting restless, eager for more.

Chan was finding a rhythm when a yelp from behind them startled him. He went forward, gagging before yanking his head back and shooting to his feet. At the same time, Changbin hurriedly tucked himself away.

Jisung stood a few feet away at the entrance of the kitchen, covering his eyes with his hand. His hair was mussed from sleep and he wore only crumpled boxers, a clear sign he’d only stumbled upon the situation due to a sleepy accident.

“Are you two decent?” He asked, spreading two fingers and peeking out.

“We’re decent,” Chan mumbled, hiding his own red face in his hands. “I am so sorry, Jisung.”

Jisung grunted, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who’d just witnessed his friends in such a compromising position. He entered the kitchen and used his hip to bump Changbin’s so he could get into the fridge.

“It’s cool, I didn’t see much.”

Changbin snorted. “Nothing you’ve not seen before anyways, right?”

Jisung laughed, and Chan scowled, looking at Changbin then at him. “Am I the only one traumatized by this?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Yep.”

Both answered at the same time. Chan’s scowl deepened. Jisung shrugged, going to the other side of the two to pour himself a glass of juice. “Honestly, is it really a good, fun relationship if you don’t horrify at least one of your friends with a sexual scene they didn’t want to see?”

“Yes!” Chan cried.

Jisung hmphed. He leaned on the counter, sipping his juice with a thoughtful expression. “Though, why is it always me?” He asked nobody in particular. “I was treated to an eyeful from our other resident lovebirds last two weeks ago.”

“Because you’re nosy,” Changbin said simply. “And you barge into rooms without knocking.”

“To be fair,” Chan argued, relaxing a little now that he realized Jisung wasn’t entirely furious at what he saw. “I was sucking you off in the kitchen. It’s kind of a shared space.”

Jisung snorted. “It is! I have every right to come out here and not be assaulted with your dick down his throat.” He tipped the remainder of the glass into his mouth before turning and rinsing it out. He added it to the dishwasher and clapped Changbin on the shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. You two have fun. Maybe in a place with a door that closes next time.” He winked playfully before walking back down the hall.

Chan laughed, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Changbin. “Well, that killed the mood.”

Changbin chuckled. He pouted then, looking around the kitchen. “I’m still hungry,” he whined.

Chan sighed heavily, smiling. “Well, I’m not, so I’m gonna go to bed.”

Changbin’s pout deepened. He furrowed his brows together. “You’re not gonna stay up with me?”

Chan shook his head. “I’m beat, Binnie.” He pressed a kiss to Changbin’s pouting mouth. “Come cuddle with me when you’re done. I’ll save room in bed.”

Changbin sighed. “Jerk,” he mumbled with no real venom.

Chan smirked. He kissed him again, reaching around to squeeze his butt. “You’ll be fine. Don’t start a fire.” He left the kitchen and entered his room.

As Chan stripped out of his boxers and slipped under the blankets, moving over to give Changbin enough room when he came back. A small smile crossed his face as he heard the cupboards opening and closing while Changbin hunted for food. He felt better than he had in a long time because of this relationship, and he hoped Changbin felt the same.