#this episode could unwind me

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Season 2, Ep. 7 is everyone's worst nightmare come true and it's beautiful

Episode 7 really is a dark episode but one that is so so vital to understanding what or cast is up against as very human characters.

The alternate timeline is brimming with information about characters who aren't even there. They haunt this episode like they haunt Ekko and it's a perfect nigtmare.

Let's start with Jayce, the one most literally in a nightmare. I mean, it's simple. It's the ultimate fallout of his research. A quiet world where he's finally confronted with Heimerdinger's warnings about taking things slowly. About the importance of consensus and dissent because now he's in a world with none. He hates it. Even the one that stands at the end hates it. It's a horrific and quiet note. It's the end. It's over.

Ekko and Heimerdinger are found in a happy world where Zaun and Piltover can work together. The bridges are laden with markets, everything is colorful. People who Ekko know to be dead are all alive.

It's the worse of the two nightmares, I think.

It's the question on everyone's mind.

"If I had done it just a little differently, would it have turned out like this?"

Jayce is in this narrative. Without Hextech the city is at peace. Should he have bothered with the Arcane at all?

Caitlyn is here simply by way of her absence. She's become painfully aware of what the mere appearance of enforcers does to Zaun. As a symbol of the police force, her own use of it is called into question, and wonders at what would have happened if they just hadn't pursued a criminal that day but tended a victim.

Vi, though, is here in the most crushing way. In this world, she died to a Hextech explosion. It ties directly into her words to Caitlyn in the cell later. How she loses everyone. How she can't ever make the right decision. If Vi saw this other world she would be completely destroyed because it would serve to her as proof that she's right. The only jinx here is her. Her decisions, her choices, and without her everyone she loves would still be alive. This one episode serves to show us the sum total of her guilt in the following scenes and make it hit. Because it's one of the worst and most gut-wrenching fears.

Would things be better if I wasn't here?

Ekko, ultimately, is confronted with this question in the most curious way. This is the first time I think he's really had to contend, personally, with the fact that his tip helped lead to all the ruin of his world. He gave the tip that killed Vi in this one. He's personally responsible for what happened in both times besides, or at least feels as such.

I do really think Ekko felt like this was done to him, and these moments with Powder are what made him realize the cycle that has been perpetuated. Is it any wonder why he makes his timeloop device here, now? At the realization that every single bad turn he's done to Jinx is a repetition that turns time ever more darkly forward? If he reached out to her a single time, would it all be different? And now, at the summation of his loop and development, I think he has another question to ask. If he wants to stay, or if he's set on returning.

I think he does because the answer to the burning question is...

"Would it be better if I wasn't there?"

It's: "No."

And then he brings that same understanding forward. To Jinx, to tell her the answer.

"No, it wouldn't be better if you pulled that pin. No world is better for not having you in it, it just makes one without you and the things you can create."

It goes the same for every character. Jayce, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Mel... Everyone. No one is a blight that must be annihilated for a better future. That's only episode 7's nightmare. Not the stillworld but the joyful one. The one every character feels is their due if only...

If only.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

silly vampire costumes and their added benefits™️ (directly based on this)

[cattlemons]

A Call Home That Will Not Be Answered

| Kaeya's past creeps up on him and he's usually ready to drink and forget but this particular one broke the camel's proverbial back.

TW: Really bad dreams, panic attack episode, mentions of alcohol, 2,3k words because I'm feeling angsty today

“I’m sorry, but sparing you will do me more harm than good,” Kaeya murmured as your body fell to the ground. The thud of your motionless body seemed to mock him, but he needed this to happen.

For his plan.

For their plan.

But did it really need to be this way?

Kaeya awoke with a gasp.

Wiping away his tearful eyes, he trained his gaze on the cracked ceiling above him before screwing them shut. He tried to steady his breath and count the numbers as you had taught him to do when he felt overwhelmed, but he couldn’t get past 3. Kaeya let out a curse. This wasn’t working.

He knew it was a dream. It had to be.

Knowing this, why did it feel so real? Why was this one so different from the other dreams he had had? Why was he so scared to open his eyes and see you not there?

He needed comfort.

He needed confirmation.

He needed you.

So, braving himself and clenching his fists, Kaeya turned onto his side. His eyes remained tightly shut; whether from fear or strength, he couldn’t tell. His hands snaked through the crumpled sheets on his side of the bed, slowly reaching over to your side. He hoped to feel something—the softness of your arm or perhaps the warmth of your chest. Anything.

Yet he was met with nothing.

Cold sheets greeted him as he opened his eyes wide. All he saw were the unwrinkled cotton fabric on your side of the bed—the half he swore you had occupied not too many hours ago. The half he himself often occupied with you when the nightmares got too real.

But maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was no dream. Not this time, at least.

Kaeya stood and rushed over to the empty side of the bed. He did not know why he needed to check again even though it was already so clearly decided that no one was there; he just couldn’t believe it.

Did he kill you? Did he take your life as he had dreamt of a hundred times over? Had he shot you, stabbed you, or torn your heart out as his mind had fooled him into believing over and over again?

Was he never forgiven in the first place?

Where are you?

The sight was all it took to get him down on his knees, wailing. His throat tightened as he cried out loud for you to come back. Your name left his lips in a way that was so broken, so disheartened—like a call home that he knew would not be answered.

While the events in the room transpired, you were in the kitchen, sighing at your restless state. You couldn’t sleep at the moment. Your biological clock had shifted after repeatedly waking up at this time of the night to pick up your drunken lover from Angel’s Share for the past week.

You were aware of Kaeya’s habits when stressed. It’s not pretty, but he’s only human. You understood the occasions when work got too much and he needed to unwind with a glass or two before he was ready to share the burden with you. Lately, however, he’s been drinking his weight in wine, and you can’t get him to tell you why. You’ve even tried asking the red-headed tavern keeper, but, to no avail, he was also in the dark. You wished there was something you could do to fix it all for him.

It was getting better, though.

Or at least, you thought so.

Loud, strangled yells broke you out of your cluttered thoughts. Your feet moved before you could even register what was happening. Pushing the bedroom door open, you were met with a sight that broke a piece of your heart—perhaps to give to the man who had none left to break.

Kaeya was crumpled on the floor, weeping over you. His head was buried in his knees as he rocked himself back and forth while your name tumbled out of his mouth in strangled notes like a fervent prayer. He reached for a sudden painful yell, the anguish seeping and pouring out of the single syllable in droves. Then he quieted down, releasing tired, teary murmurs that escaped in tandem with the heaving of his sobbing chest.

Come back, please.

You inched closer to him, hesitant, in case you startled the already scared man. Gradually, you reached your hands out to hold him. At the slightest feeling of your touch, Kaeya’s breath hitched, but you wouldn’t let go. Kaeya whimpered as tired tears racked through him once more. Panic and pain clawed at him from the inside, trying to climb out of his heart through his raw throat.

“No… please… don’t make it feel like you’re here when you’re… not,” Kaeya’s splintered voice whispered. He was frightened.

Still, you urged him to open his eyes, but he shook his head harshly. Dark inky hair fell over his sealed eyes as he curled into himself even more, like a child with no one to comfort him, shying away from your warmth.

“You’re not real! I can’t handle it if… if… I open my eyes and see no one… please just… just go away…”

Your heart broke as you looked at the defeated man in front of you. You’d seen tears, yes, but you’d never seen this.

You murmured words, laden with love and affection, into his ear. You hoped it was enough to bring him out of his head. You knew how scary a place it was for him sometimes. All you did wasn’t enough, however, as he cried out even more at the fear of this all being a trick his cruel mind was playing on him.

You took a deep breath before you started humming. It wasn’t the most beautiful of songs, you admitted. Your throat carried a crackly tune at best, but you noticed that Kaeya’s breathing had calmed down a bit.

Less erratic, less scared.

Your humming continued until Kaeya’s tears slowed. You tried again to coax him into opening his eyes. You let endless streams of promises come out—promises that you were here, promises that you wouldn’t disappear, and promises that you’d always stay.

Taking a shuddering breath, Kaeya let himself trust the person he loved with all he had left. His glassy, swollen eyes opened slowly to meet your equally teary eyes.

When gold and blue met with your irises, Kaeya collapsed into your secure hold. He didn’t dare loosen his grip, much less let go; and you wouldn’t have it any other way either. Kaeya buried his head into the side of your neck, holding onto you like a lifeline, a ray of light in his abyss. He felt that if he were to let go, you’d disappear for good.

The two of you stayed in this position for a bit over an hour, perhaps even longer. Silence kept its grip on the room as the both of you focused on feeling each other. Kaeya did not have the heart or courage to tell you of the darkness he harbors in his subconscious; maybe later he might find the courage, but not now—not when he had just started breathing again. You didn’t ask him about it either, knowing that he would come to you when he was ready. It didn’t matter right now, anyway. All that mattered was that...

“You’re here.”

“I'll always be.”

a.n. First genshin fic, yum!

Hope you enjoyed the read!

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

THRISTY?

KINKTOBER DAY 19 - SPIT WITH EMMETT

Pairing.| Emmett x fem!reader

Summary.| You’re exhausted and Emmett just won’t stop. He notices that you’re thirsty.

Warnings.| Dubcon, daddy kink, p in v, rough sex, spit.

Word count.| .5k

“Fuck… Look at you princess, all worn out” Emmett grinned, his voice contempt even though he was pounding his massive hard dick inside of you. 

Underneath his built frame, you mewled, panting as if you were reaching the finish line of a marathon. At this point, you had lost count of how many times he had made you climax. But Emmett was a feature length movie, not a twenty minute episode of a sitcom show. He took a lot of time to finish, he had a lot of self restraint. 

When you first met him, you thought you’d hold the reins in the bedroom. The assumption that you’d be the firecracker and he’d just be there to watch the show couldn’t be more wrong. Emmett was a high speed train with no stops. He could go for hours, all night if he really wanted to. His aging body somehow managed to increase his stamina. 

“Daddy I’m tired” you whined, weakly pushing against his biceps. 

“We stop when I’m done” he answered firmly. You whined back, in a bit too much of a bratty tone for his liking. “Stop fucking whining, you wanted this, didn’t you?” 

You did at first. Emmett had just finished a long day at work, he went three hours overtime. When his heavy boots and worn out face appeared in the kitchen, you pounced at the idea of finally being able to take control. Have him sit back and unwind as you take your way with him. Boy were you wrong, again. 

He was a jackrabbit, one day you knew you’d end up pregnant. It was a miracle with how you weren’t already by how often Emmett was emptying his load into you. 

“Thirsty princess?” Emmett asked, a cocked eyebrow at you. 

You winced after you gulped, your throat was painfully dry. All you could do was quickly nod your head towards him. 

“Okay, open wide for me” 

Your eyes narrowed as he continued to pound into you with no intention of stopping. But you followed his command anyways, you knew what happened if you didn’t. Emmett breathed in heavily, his ball of spit shot out like a bullet. 

“That taste nice princess?” Emmett teased. 

“Y-yes daddy” you lied, forcing a smile as the spit rolled down your throat. 

He spat at you again, but this time it landed by the bridge of your nose. You whined, forcing your eyes shut as you felt the thick substance slip to your eyelids. 

“Don’t lie to daddy” Emmett hissed. 

“Sorry daddy!” you whined out. 

“You don’t have to like it, only take what I give you alright?” Emmett explained. 

“Yes daddy!” 

“Good princess, open your mouth again for me then” Emmett ordered sweetly. 

Your wobbly lips parted and his closed mouth twisted and turned as he built up the salvia inside. This time, he let it tease you as his thick spit dripped out of his mouth, you watched it slowly fall into your mouth. 

“Thank you daddy!” you shuddered as you swallowed his spit. 

“Good girl, now keep squeezing my cock, I’m ready to fill your pussy full with my cum” Emmett smirked.

[heartofbusan]

Best laid plans of stomach bugs and men.

The chemistry is the point.

Some people underestimate the effort and toll it takes on ones body and schedule to fly 14 hours to visit another person. 14 hours to spend 72 hours together means commitment. It means bro's before ho's and I am frankly HERE FOR IT.

The discourse I am seeing is extremely telling of how fickle people are about their support for jikook. People watch too much scripted reality tv 🙄 bcs they really expected this relationship, this reunion if you will, to play out in multiple angle close ups and medium shots and several wide angle shots with dramatic zooms and heavily directed post-moment recaps with dramatic silences or eye rolls to play up the drama? The lack of moments, the MUNDANITY if you will IS THE POINT. They are so real to me, so life like, so domestic goals!

Being quiet with each other. No uncomfortable silences, but comfortable togetherness.

That's what leads to horny bed fighting, which in my eyes could lead to more if not for the cameras 👀 just me?

When they said unscripted, this is what they meant. When they said unplanned, this is what they referred to. Not directed, not scripted, not fanservice 🙄 to fit a planned narrative. This is how their relationship plays out. I'd go so far as to call it a documentary instead of a reality series. While documentaries have tons of genres within itself, this genre is one where there's a broad range of planned activities, but where the narrative is constructed in post production: editing. Id know, since im an editor. This tells me that they counted on the natural chemistry between 'JeonJi' (SO CUTE) to 'lead the way' instead of a multitude of directed interactions that they (the producers) would have needed to tick a dramatic narrative box.

So what does that lead to? In my professional opinion as a director/editor the first two episodes lacked a dramatic arc. There was little directing going on to force one

the chemistry is the point

The flirting, the lulls in conversation, them being together, seeing them have fun, and reconnecting is the point. Instead of what they're doing or what they're talking about. The episodes, therefore, are kinda boring in the sense of entertainment, but wildly exiting in the sense of what we get to see play out. And it's incredibly nuanced. And nuance often flies over people's heads..again, the crowd that expects to be held by the hand when it comes to drama: reality tv.

It's a huge risk to take as a production. Let's not underestimate that! 'Are You Sure' was so unscripted that they didn’t even have a title until halfway into the second or third day. Again: they were banking on JeonJi to build upon their chaos to lead to a narrative and a title, etc. That is so telling to me. That them being together is the raison d'etre of this show. Jimin 'sacrificing' his time to fly to the US, Jeonkook making space in his busy schedule time to spend time unwinding, JeonJi making good on their need to finally spend time together after the booked and busy year they've had.

Jimin enjoying the hell out of Jungkook having fun.

Because that is who Jimin has always been: his adventurous spirit takes him places because he loves exploring and being in tue moment. He'll willingly travel to have those moments. Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t. He dislikes leaving the comfort of his surroundings because he doesn’t see the pot of gold that being adventurous brings him while he's comfortable in his home. I relate 😩 so much. Just planning trips alone makes me enter a comatose state, so I'd rather not go than sacrifice my rest to plan an adventure. I don't even know I'll get anything out of. That is, until Im actually on that planned trip and having the time of my life! They've always been like that. Jimin had to be the incentive to get Jungkook out on that trip. Take.him.by the hand if you will 😭😭

And then there's the stomach bug. YOU DAMMNED CURSED THING. It threw a HUGE wrench into their plans, and if anyone doesn’t take that into consideration, then you haven't had a stomachbug EVER while still having to face up to your commitments. Park Jimin will NEVER back down from his commitments, his promises *pinky promises* are sacred to him, and this bug took away the catalyst of this duo. Jungkook suddenly had to be the extrovert of the two, and boy, does he struggle in that role. He was to me his usuall baby elf self. So adorable and cute with his nose focused on food and Jimin’s care. But my man loves to rely on Jimin to lead the way in shenanigans and to make any moment entertaining, and you could just tell Jimin wasn't in his feels enough to overcome his lack of energy. Poor baby. Really, he's the best of us because I would have straight up refused to be filmed in that moment. A whole night of diarrhea and still showing up to film the next day?! NO MA'M NOT ME.

If you've read up to this point, I commend you. It was just supposed to be a short rant, but it became an entire essay because I can not with the overly reactionary nature some people show. Drawing entire conclusions based on two hour long episodes. I know, I might be contradicting myself here but extenuating circumstances and all. Jimin wasn’t on his game, and Jungkook was also recovering. When a show is banking on the chemistry between two people to shoulder the brunt of this show and said people are extremely sick, well then what can I tell you?

We need to sit back and enjoy the fact that we are getting such access to them, so unfiltered. Jikook enjoying each other, come rain or shine, in sickness and in health, whatever the mood brings, because that to me is more valuable than DRAMA or NARRATIVE. We'll probably get a bit more of that once they're going to Jeju, and they're both hopefully healthy. We're even getting a new element for them to play off of: Tete shows up! Like a jack in the box, and Jungkook seems to not be having it, lmao...see..unscripted and natural. I love that for them!

Idols are people first, and we need to celebrate that, not demand more.

[literaleyekon]

✦ SOAKED L.R

“y/n is having some problems, Lara wants to help?”

pairing. [Lara Raj] x [fem!reader] gn! prns used (i forgot mb)

genre. [smut, NSFW]

wc. [1.4k]

notes. [I can’t write smut but oh well darlings don’t forget to keep both hands where i can see them.😉]

now playing. [Soaked] - shy smith

✦ “YOU GET ME SO SOAKED”

As Y/n arrived at Lara's cozy apartment, they were greeted with a warm smile. Lara's long, dark hair framed her soft features, and her gentle eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of her friend. The girls had planned a low-key evening, catching up on their favorite TV show and indulging in some junk food. It was a simple pleasure, but for these two, it was the perfect way to unwind.

"Hey, Y/n! Come on in," Lara said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've got the snacks ready, and the new episode is about to start. It's gonna be a great night!"

Y/n stepped inside, feeling the familiar comfort of Lara's home. They dropped their overnight bag by the door and made their way to the living room, where a cozy setup awaited them. Pillows and blankets were scattered on the couch, creating a snug haven.

"This looks amazing, Lara. You always know how to make a sleepover special," Y/n said, plopping down on the soft cushions.

The girls settled in, chatting about their week while munching on chips and dipping into a bowl of creamy dip. As the episode began, they fell into a comfortable silence, engrossed in the onscreen drama.

But as the night wore on, Y/n's thoughts began to wander. They had been feeling a bit down lately, burdened by a secret they had never shared with anyone, not even Lara. Y/n was a virgin, and not by choice. They craved intimacy and the connection that came with it, but every attempt at dating had ended in disappointment.

"Hey, Lara," Y/n said, their voice laced with hesitation. "Can I talk to you about something personal?"

Lara paused the show, her eyes filled with concern. "Of course, Y/n. You know you can tell me anything."

Y/n took a deep breath, steeling themselves for the confession. "I... I've been feeling a bit down lately. I'm still a virgin, and it's not like I haven't tried dating. I just... I can't seem to find the right person. It's frustrating, you know?"

Lara's eyes widened, and she reached out to squeeze Y/n's hand. "Oh, honey, I had no idea. I'm so sorry you've been feeling this way. You know, I've always been here for you, and I want to help."

Y/n smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift from their shoulders. "Thanks, Lara. I just needed to get it off my chest. I know it's silly, but it's been bothering me."

Lara's face softened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's not silly at all. And you know, I've always had a soft spot for you, Y/n. I'd love to help you explore your desires."

Her words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. They had always been aware of the unspoken attraction between them, but neither had acted on it. Until now.

"Really? I mean, I've felt the same way, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Y/n admitted, their voice barely above a whisper.

Lara's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Who said anything about ruining our friendship? I think it's time we explored this attraction, don't you?"

As Lara leaned forward, Y/n's heart raced. They could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. Without a word, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a gentle exploration, a silent agreement to take things further.

The kiss deepened, and Y/n felt Lara's tongue brush against their lips, seeking entrance. They parted their lips willingly, and the sensation of Lara's warm, wet tongue dancing with their own sent a wave of pleasure through their body. Lara's hands cupped Y/n's face, holding them close as she kissed them with a passion that took their breath away.

As the kiss continued, Lara's hands began to wander, gently caressing Y/n's neck and shoulders. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, their hands gripping Lara's hips, pulling her closer. The heat between them was palpable, and they could feel their desire building with every touch.

Breaking the kiss, Lara smiled, her eyes glistening with desire. "I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/n. And I want to do so much more."

Y/n's heart was pounding, and they nodded, unable to find the words to express their longing. Lara's fingers traced a path down Y/n's neck, pausing at the collar of their shirt. With a gentle tug, she began to unbutton it, her touch sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

"Let's take this slow, okay?" Lara whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "I want to savor every moment."

Y/n could only nod, their body on fire with anticipation. Lara's hands were gentle as she slid the shirt off Y/n's shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. She took her time, her fingers tracing the delicate lace, sending tingles down Y/n's body.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n," Lara murmured, her lips brushing against Y/n's collarbone. "I want to taste every inch of you."

With that, she lowered herself, her lips finding the sensitive skin just above Y/n's bra. She kissed and sucked gently, leaving a trail of kisses down to the swell of Y/n's breasts. Y/n arched their back, encouraging Lara to continue her exploration.

Lara's hands cupped Y/n's breasts, her thumbs brushing against the hardened nipples through the lace. Y/n gasped, their body trembling with pleasure. Lara's mouth found a nipple, and she sucked it gently through the fabric, causing Y/n to moan loudly.

"Please, Lara," Y/n pleaded, their voice hoarse with desire. "I need more."

Lara smiled against Y/n's breast, her breath hot and moist. "Oh, I plan to give you so much more, my sweet Y/n."

With that, she gently removed Y/n's bra, revealing their full, firm breasts. Lara's eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight, her hands reaching out to cup and squeeze the soft flesh. Y/n's nipples stood erect, begging for attention.

Lara lowered her head, her lips capturing a taut nipple. She sucked and teased, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while her fingers gently pinched and rolled the other nipple. Y/n's hands were buried in Lara's hair, holding her close as waves of pleasure washed over them.

"Oh, God, Lara," Y/n panted. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop."

Lara's response was to increase the intensity, her mouth working feverishly. She sucked and nibbled, her tongue flicking and teasing, driving Y/n wild with desire. Y/n's hips bucked off the couch, their body desperate for more stimulation.

Sensing Y/n's need, Lara trailed kisses down Y/n's stomach, her hands gently caressing their inner thighs. She paused at the waistband of Y/n's jeans, her breath hot against the sensitive skin.

"I want to taste you, Y/n," Lara whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let me pleasure you with my mouth."

Y/n's eyes widened, their heart racing at the thought. They had never experienced oral pleasure before, and the idea of Lara's skilled mouth on their most intimate place was almost too much to bear.

"Please, Lara," Y/n begged, their voice trembling. "I want to feel you there. I need it."

Lara smiled, her eyes filled with determination. She unbuttoned Y/n's jeans and slowly slid them down their legs, revealing the lacy black panties beneath. Y/n's breath caught in their throat as Lara's fingers gently stroked their inner thighs, edging closer to their core.

Lara's mouth replaced her fingers, her warm breath teasing Y/n's sensitive skin. She kissed and nibbled her way up Y/n's thighs, her hands gently holding them open, exposing their glistening pussy. Y/n's heart was pounding, their body on fire with anticipation.

"You're so wet, Y/n," Lara murmured, her voice a soft purr. "I can't wait to taste you."

With that, she lowered her head, her tongue extending to flick at Y/n's clit through the damp fabric of their panties. Y/n gasped, their body jerking at the sudden contact. Lara's tongue was relentless, circling and flicking, driving Y/n to the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Lara! Yes, right there," Y/n cried out, their hips thrusting upwards, seeking more contact.

Lara's hands gripped Y/n's thighs, holding them open as her mouth worked its magic. She pulled Y/n's panties to the side, exposing their swollen, glistening pussy. Her tongue delved deep, exploring every fold and crevice, sending Y/n into a frenzy of pleasure.

Y/n's hands gripped the couch cushions, their body writhing as Lara's tongue teased and pleasured them. She sucked on Y/n's clit, her fingers slipping inside their wetness, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm. Y/n's moans filled the room, their orgasm building to an intense peak.

"I'm gonna come, Lara! Oh, God, I'm so close!" Y/n cried out, their body trembling.

Lara's response was to increase her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. She sucked and licked, her fingers thrusting deep, driving Y/n over the edge. Y/n's body convulsed, their orgasm ripping through them with an intensity they had never experienced before.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Y/n lay panting, their body spent and satisfied. Lara crawled up their body, her lips finding Y/n's in a tender kiss.

"That was incredible, Y/n," Lara whispered, her eyes filled with adoration. "I've wanted to do that for so long. I hope it was everything you needed."

Y/n smiled, their heart overflowing with gratitude and desire. "It was perfect, Lara. I never knew it could be like this. I want to make you feel the same way."

Lara's eyes darkened with anticipation. "Oh, Y/n, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me. But first, let's take a moment to catch our breath. We have all night, and I plan to make the most of it."

With that, they snuggled close, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their first sexual encounter. The night was far from over, and both girls knew that the best was yet to come.

As they lay entwined, their bodies still buzzing with pleasure, Y/n realized that this sleepover had become something far more significant.

Little did they know, the night had only just begun...

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling off my sister about watching a kid's show?

💫 for searching!

I (15F) have an older sister, Penn (17F), who is kinda childish. Actually, she's really smart, and can be mature when she needs to be. It's just that her interests are kinda childish for someone her age.

Penn really likes cartoons and video games, and recently she's been getting into Sonic the Hedgehog. At first I thought she was just getting into the Snapcube fandubs, but out of nowhere I saw her watching one of the new Sonic TV shows, can't remember if it was Sonic Boom or Sonic Prime.

Anyways, at first, this didn't really bother me too much. She watched her show for the weekend, and I would get back to my shows for the next few weeks. But then the next weekend, she was still watching the show. When I asked Penn why, she said that she was really invested, and she hadn't actually finished the show yet. She said she was watching it in increments, because she wanted to savor the episodes, which felt stupid. The writing was obviously meant for kids, and the colors felt really bright and glaring to my eyes. I couldn't believe this was how she was unwinding, or how she could "savor" such a bad show. Plus, I prefer to watch as many episodes as possible in one go rather than in separate goes, but to each their own ig.

Next weekend comes, and guess what? Penn picks up the remote before I can get it, and says she's gonna keep watching some more. At this point, I'm pretty mad. I've been wanting to watch my shows all in one go during the weekends, but have been stuck watching one or two episodes at a time after school each day. So I snapped at her, saying, "Nooo, let's watch my things!"

Penn looked kinda hurt, and when she asked me why I said that in such an annoyed tone, I told her that the show she was watching was cringe and just plain bad. I also said that we never watched my shows anymore, only hers, and that she shouldn't be focusing on kids' media when she has college to focus on soon.

Penn got really mad at me for saying that, telling me that she just wanted to unwind now that the third quarter had ended for her school (our school years are divided into four quarters rather than 2 semesters), and that her homework load was lighter. She also said that she hardly ever uses the TV, and that I wouldn't die if she used it just once. She then left the living room in a huff and went up to her room. This was a day ago, and she hasn't spoken to me since then.

I feel like I was really a justified asshole in this. She's been hogging the TV with the Sonic show, instead of focusing on any of her advanced classes. I guess you guys can decide? It just feels like we're both getting older, and that she needs to stop focusing on such childish things. I think that if I help her get into media that's more aimed for older audiences, it'll help her get into more of a mature mindset.

[onlinesuzie]

☆ hamzah vs. watching love island ☆

words: 2.3k

summary: Hamzah has always found Love Island embarrassing an unrealistic but on a warm summers evening spent pouring drinks and binging the show with Martin and Mandy, Hamzah’s disdain for Love Island changes when he has the opportunity to ‘pull you for a chat’.

notes: GUYS I LOVE LOVE ISLAND SO BAD and martin and mandy mentioning it on ooc inspired me to write this!!

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It was one of those lazy summer evenings at Mandy’s house, where the air was thick with warmth and your favourite part of the summer was about to begin. You, Mandy, and Martin had gathered in the living room, ready for your weekly tradition of binge watching that week’s episodes of Love Island. The show was a guilty pleasure for the three of you, a chance to unwind and indulge in the drama and romance unfolding on the screen.

You thought it was stupid but some part of you wanted that cheesy romance, the type where you just make out for no reason or just anything. It had been months since you had even kissed someone let alone all the borderline soft porn you laugh at with Mandy and Martin. But regardless of how much action you were getting, alcohol and snacks were scattered across the coffee table, and you were nestled comfortably on the couch next to your friends.

The night was in full swing, and the alcohol kept flowing. The more you drank, the funnier the islanders’ antics appeared. You, Mandy, and Martin were laughing loudly, making bets on who would be kicked off next, and sipping your drinks between comments.

As the opening credits rolled for the Wednesday’s episode, Hamzah wandered into the room, his expression one of mild disdain. “I still don’t understand how you guys can watch this shit,” he remarked, folding his arms and leaning against the doorway.

“Fuck,” you thought. Maybe it was the alcohol or the grossly horny scenes you’d been watching for the past few hours, but Hamzah looked incredible. He looked so good, with his biceps straining against the fabric of his loose shirt and his hair falling casually over his warm brown eyes.

Mandy rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, come on, Hamzah. It’s fun! Besides, you don’t have to watch it with us, you just like to complain.”

Martin grinned, tossing a piece of popcorn at Hamzah. “Yeah, man, just let us have our fun. You’re always free to join us if you want.”

Hamzah dodged the popcorn with a chuckle, shaking his head. He approached the three of you and leaned against the back of the couch, his arms looking impressively defined in the artificial blue light. You found it hard to focus on the show as you admired how good he looked. “I think I’ll pass,” he said, releasing his grip on the couch and gesturing toward the TV as he made eye contact with Martin. “This whole thing is just so… fake. Who behaves like that when they actually like someone?”

You couldn’t suppress a smile at Hamzah’s typical response. It was a long-standing joke among your group that he was the self-appointed critic of all things reality television. It made sense; the thought of Hamzah behaving like the guys on Love Island was a bit unsettling. You had never seen him with a girl before, and while Martin mentioned that Hamzah had dated in the past, none of those girls had ever made an appearance since you’d known him.

Mandy laughs at him, “You don’t even know what that’s like Hamzah, you don’t even know how to talk to women let alone have the opportunity to pull someone for a chat”

“I could, but whatever, it doesn’t matter cause this isn’t what dating is like” Hamzah criticised.

“Suit yourself,” you teased, glancing over at him. “But you’re missing out on some quality entertainment.”

Hamzah’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you could see how warm and inviting his eyes were, his thick eyelashes, the deep brown colour. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it, shaking his head with a smile. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. Enjoy your show.”

As he walked away, you felt this disappointment of him leaving. Over the months, you couldn’t deny how attracted you were to Hamzah, and maybe it was just the alcohol speaking but he looked gorgeous tonight, and every interaction with him seemed to intensify the emotions you tried so hard to keep in check.

The evening progressed with the usual mix of laughter and commentary, and the frequent refills of your drinks. Mandy and Martin were engrossed in the latest drama between the islanders, while you found your thoughts drifting back to Hamzah. You could hear him moving around in the kitchen, and the low hum of his voice as he hummed a tune. The alcohol in your system made you feel bolder, more aware of your surroundings, and undeniably drawn to Hamzah.

Eventually, a commercial break gave you an excuse to get up and stretch your legs. “I’m going to grab another drink,” you announced, making your way to the kitchen with slightly tipsy movements.

Hamzah looked up as you entered, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Taking a break from the love triangle drama?”

“Something like that,” you replied, leaning against the counter. “I needed a breather. And maybe some real conversation as you would say.”

He chuckled, passing you a glass of water. “I can definitely offer that. How are you holding up?”

“Good, just the usual work stuff,” you said, taking a sip. “And you? How’s everything going with the channel?”

“Busy as always,” he said, running a hand through his curls. “But I love it. Keeps me distracted.”

As you watched him, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked tonight. His dark curls framed his face perfectly, and his eyes sparkling with the dim lighting making your heart warm to him more. Was it the alcohol making you see him in this romantic light, or had you always felt this way?

There was a moment of comfortable silence, the kind that often fell between you two. It was in these moments that you felt closest to him, the quiet allowing for an unspoken connection to surface.

“You know,” you began, your voice dropping to a more playful tone, “you’re missing out on all the fun out there. Maybe you should join us and see what all the fuss is about.”

Hamzah looked a little taken aback by your forwardness, his cheeks coloring slightly. “I don’t know if I’d call it fun,” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “But I guess I could sit with you guys for a bit.”

You stepped closer to him, feeling emboldened by the drinks you’d had. “I think you’d enjoy it more than you think,” you said, your voice soft and teasing moving closer to Hamzah.

Hamzah’s eyes widened slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. “Maybe… maybe I’ll give it a try,” he stammered, his usual confidence momentarily shaken by your proximity.

You smiled, taking another sip of your drink. “Good. It’s always more fun with you around, Hamzah.”

Before he could respond, the sound of Mandy calling your name from the living room broke the moment. “Come on, we’re missing the show!”

You gave Hamzah one last playful look before turning to leave. “Think about it,” you said over your shoulder as you made your way back to the couch.

As you settled back in with Mandy and Martin, you couldn’t help but glance back towards the kitchen, where Hamzah stood, looking a little dazed but undeniably intrigued. The night continued with the usual banter and laughter, but now, there was an unspoken tension between you and Hamzah.

The chatter of Mandy and Martin filled the living room as you huddled on the couch, eyes glued to the chaotic drama of Love Island. The alcohol coursing through your veins loosened your inhibitions and heightened your senses. Each moment spent watching the ridiculous antics on-screen only made you think of Hamzah, who had just slipped into the kitchen for a drink.

You couldn’t help but admire him from afar. The way his dark curls fell effortlessly around his face, the way his shirt clung to his frame just right—it was all mesmerizing. With every laugh that rang out from the room, you felt a flutter of excitement mixed with longing. It was as if the alcohol had amplified everything you felt for him, making him the most attractive person in the room.

Suddenly, Hamzah reappeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. “Hey, can you come here for a second?” His voice broke through your thoughts, and you found yourself looking into his warm, inviting eyes.

“Me?” you asked, slightly surprised but undeniably intrigued. “What’s up?”

“Just something I wanted to show you,” he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Your heart raced at the invitation, and you quickly excused yourself from the couch, making your way to the kitchen. As you stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. It was just you and Hamzah, and the air was thick with unspoken tension.

“What did you want to show me?” you asked, leaning against the counter, feeling slightly tipsy but more confident by the alcohol.

Without answering, Hamzah closed the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, and before you could process what was happening, he leaned in and captured your lips with his. The kiss was sudden and electrifying, igniting a rush of warmth that spread through your body.

You melted against him, surprised at the intensity of his kiss and the urgency behind it. Hamzah’s lips moved against yours with a passionate hunger, his touch igniting every nerve in your body. As you responded, kissing him back, you felt your head spin, the world around you fading into nothingness. The kiss deepened, his hands roaming to the small of your back, pulling you even closer as if he never wanted to let go.

Your heart raced as you leaned into him, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth radiating from his body. The moment felt electric, charged with all the unspoken feelings you had harbored for so long. Hamzah’s breath mingled with yours, creating a shared rhythm that left you breathless. You could feel the heat rising between you, the chemistry strong as you lost yourself in the kiss.

As the kiss continued, you tangled your fingers in his dark curls, deepening the connection, feeling every rush of adrenaline that came with it. Hamzah responded by pressing you against the counter, his body a reassuring weight against yours, grounding you in the midst of the overwhelming emotions swirling around you.

You pulled back for a moment, breathless, your foreheads resting together as you both gasped for air. The playful glint in his eyes now had a serious undertone, a depth of feeling that sent your heart racing all over again. “Wow,” he breathed, still trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, feeling a giddy rush of exhilaration wash over you.

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Really?” you asked, your heart soaring at his confession.

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze steady and sincere. “You’re beautiful, and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while.”

Just then, the sound of Mandy calling from the living room broke the intimate atmosphere. “Hey! What’s taking so long in there?”

You exchanged a knowing look with Hamzah, both of you unable to suppress the smiles spreading across your faces.

“Guess we should get back before they wonder if we’re plotting something,” you said, reluctantly stepping away from him.

Hamzah nodded but lingered for a moment longer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe we are,” he said teasingly, his voice low.

With one last shared smile, you turned and headed back into the living room, feeling the thrill of the kiss linger in the air. You settled back onto the couch next to Mandy and Martin, trying to focus on the screen while your heart raced with the memory of Hamzah’s lips on yours.

As he rejoined the group, Mandy immediately looked at him with a teasing grin. “What took you so long? Did you find the secret stash of snacks or something?”

Hamzah chuckled, glancing between you and your friends. “Just… got distracted,” he said, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Martin raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something had shifted in the air. “Distracted, huh? Doing what, exactly?” he probed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, you know, just talking,” Hamzah replied, his tone casual, but you could see a hint of nervousness in his demeanor.

Mandy smirked, nudging him playfully. “You two were in there long enough for a serious conversation. What happened!”

You felt your cheeks flush at the teasing, but Hamzah simply laughed it off, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing major. Just catching up. “

As the teasing continued, you settled into the couch, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you and Hamzah. You could feel his presence beside you, the comfort of being near him made you blush. The electricity of your earlier kiss hung in the air, unspoken yet there.

In a bold move, you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. To your delight, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in closer. The warmth radiating from him made you feel safe and cherished, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Hamzah glanced down at you, his expression softening. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you replied, looking up at him. “I’m really good, actually.”

He smiled back, his eyes shining with warmth. “Good,” he said softly.

As the episode of Love Island continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Hamzah, who seemed engrossed in the show. Yet, every time your eyes met, a silent understanding passed between you, you are going back to his house tonight.

[atzaurora]

쉬다-𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

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𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ ᥲsᥣᥱᥱ⍴ ᥕһіᥣᥱ і 𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ 𝖿᥆r ᥡ᥆ᥙ

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: San

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x idol!san

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (fluff)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: none

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: after a long day, you're both very exhausted and he lets you fall asleep on his lap, comforting you so you get some rest.

𝒘/𝒄: 976

𝒂/𝒏: i enjoyed writing this one! I'm proud of myself for coming up with that title ngl please let me know if you have any requests ^^

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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the day had been long, filled with back-to-back schedules, rehearsals, and performances. as an idol, the fast-paced life was something you had grown accustomed to, but today had been especially exhausting. you were grateful, though, for the unwavering support of your group members and, most importantly, your boyfriend, San. although your relationship was a well-kept secret known only to the other members of Ateez, it was a source of immense comfort and joy.

the car ride back from the company to the dorms was quiet, with most of the members either dozing off or lost in their own thoughts. San sat beside you, his hand subtly intertwined with yours, hidden beneath a jacket. his touch was warm, and it grounded you after a hectic day.

"we're almost home," he whispered, his voice soft yet comforting. you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. just a few more minutes, and you could finally relax.

as the car pulled into the familiar parking lot of the dorm building, everyone slowly began to stir. you all shuffled out, making your way up to your respective floors.

"goodnight, everyone," you said to the other members as you parted ways in the after going into the dorm. they all went to their own room, most of them heading straight to sleep. you quickly made your way into the kitchen, where San was waiting for you.

"hey, y/n," he greeted you with a tired but genuine smile. "ready to relax?"

"more than ready," you replied, taking his hand as he led you inside.

the Ateez dorm was quiet, only the sounds of soft snoring or rumbling in the bathroom could be heard now, an unusual feeling, since there was always someone being overly hyped and making a lot of noises.

San guided you to the living room, where he had already set up a cozy corner with soft blankets and pillows. "come on, let's get comfortable," he said, pulling you down onto the couch beside him. you sank into the cushions, feeling the day's stress begin to melt away.

San reached for the remote and turned on the TV, tuning into a light-hearted drama that was perfect for unwinding. as the episode played, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids grow heavy. San's presence was soothing, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was like a lullaby.

"San," you murmured, trying to fight the sleepiness that was overtaking you. "thank you for being here."

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "always, y/n. now, just rest. you've had a long day."

you didn't need any more convincing. you shifted slightly, resting your head on his lap. San adjusted the blanket over you, his fingers gently stroking your hair. the sensation was so calming that within moments, you were drifting off to sleep.

San continued to watch the drama, his attention split between the screen and the peaceful sight of you sleeping. he smiled softly, looking at your features. god, how he admired you. if you would be awake right now to see the way he looked at you, there'd be no need to ever doubt what this man felt for you ever again. it's like he fell for you all over again.

time seemed to blur as you slept, the comforting presence of San grounding you in a way nothing else could. occasionally, you would stir slightly, and San would soothe you with gentle whispers and soft touches.

"shh, it's okay, y/n. just sleep," he would murmur, his voice like a balm to your tired soul.

eventually, the drama ended, and San turned off the TV, not wanting to disturb your slumber. he sat quietly, his thoughts filled with gratitude for the bond you shared. he knew how challenging it was to maintain a relationship in your world, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

as the night wore on, the other members tiptoed around, giving you and San the space you needed. they respected your relationship and often marveled at the strong connection you two shared despite the demands of your careers.

after what felt like hours, you began to stir, slowly waking up to the feeling of San's hand still gently caressing your hair. you blinked, disoriented for a moment before remembering where you were.

"hey," you whispered, looking up at him. "how long was I out?"

"not too long," he replied with a smile. "just enough to recharge a bit. how do you feel?"

"better," you admitted, sitting up and stretching. "I didn't realize how tired I was."

San chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection. "that's what I'm here for, to help you relax and take care of you."

you leaned in and kissed his cheek, your heart swelling with love. "thank you, San. I don't know what I'd do without you."

he pulled you into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on top of your head. "and I don't know what I'd do without you, y/n. I love you."

you stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

after a while, San suggested getting ready for bed. "we still have another busy day tomorrow. let's get some proper rest."

you nodded, standing up and stretching again. San led you to the bathroom where you took turns washing up and getting ready for bed. once you were both in your pajamas, you walked into San's bedroom where the bed was already calling your name.

San settled down beside you, pulling the blankets up over both of you. he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content.

"goodnight, y/n," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"goodnight, San," you replied, closing your eyes and letting the comfort of his embrace lull you back to sleep.

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[geotjwrs]

Can u do a Jenna x Male reader that’s is not famous and is like a stay at home boyfriend that helps Jenna destress everytime she gets home. And Jenna decides she finally wants to reveal who she’s dating?

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Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Jenna Ortega walked into her home, the exhaustion of another long day on set weighing heavily on her shoulders. As she closed the door behind her, she could already smell the comforting aroma of dinner cooking, and it brought a smile to her face. She knew that Y/N, her stay-at-home boyfriend, had once again prepared something special to help her unwind.

“Hey, babe,” Y/N called from the kitchen, turning to greet her with a warm smile. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting, as always,” Jenna replied, dropping her bag and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head against his back. “But it’s so much better now that I’m home.”

Y/N turned around to hug her properly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’ve made your favorite pasta. Go freshen up, and dinner will be ready.”

Jenna smiled gratefully and headed upstairs to change out of her work clothes and wash away the day’s stress. When she returned, they sat down to a delicious meal, Y/N’s cooking always managing to lift her spirits.

As they ate, Jenna recounted the highlights and lowlights of her day, Y/N listening attentively and offering words of encouragement. It was a routine they had developed, a way for Jenna to decompress and for them to connect after long hours apart. The simple act of sharing a meal and talking about their days helped Jenna feel grounded and loved.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, Jenna snuggling into Y/N’s side. He wrapped an arm around her, his presence soothing and comforting. They spent the evening talking and laughing, Jenna’s worries melting away with every passing moment. They watched a few episodes of their favorite show, but Jenna could hardly pay attention to the screen; she was too busy basking in the warmth and security of Y/N’s embrace.

The next morning, they decided to spend Jenna’s rare day off at the city’s renowned art museum, one of their favorite places to visit. As they walked through the quiet halls, admiring the beautiful works of art, Jenna felt a sense of peace and contentment. She knew she was incredibly lucky to have someone like Y/N by her side, someone who supported her and helped her find balance in her hectic life.

At one point, they stopped in front of a particularly striking painting. Jenna pulled out her phone and turned to Y/N. “Let’s take a picture together.”

Y/N smiled and leaned in close as Jenna snapped a selfie of the two of them, their faces glowing with happiness. Jenna looked at the photo and felt a sudden urge to share this moment with the world. She had been thinking about it for a while, and now, surrounded by beauty and with Y/N by her side, it felt like the right time.

“Y/N,” she began, her voice soft but determined. “I think I’m ready.”

Y/N looked at her, surprised but supportive. “Ready for what?”

“To share us with the world,” she replied. “I want people to know how much you mean to me.”

Y/N squeezed her hand. “If you’re sure, then I’m with you all the way.”

With a deep breath, Jenna opened her Instagram app and selected the photo they had just taken.

@jennaortega posted a photo!

liked by username and 2,129,710 others

jennaortega A perfect day with my favorite person. i love you. 💗

She hit “post,” and almost immediately, her phone began buzzing with notifications. They continued their tour of the museum, periodically checking their phones to see the reactions. The response was overwhelmingly positive, with fans and friends expressing their love and support.

As they moved to another exhibit, Jenna’s phone buzzed with a message from her sister, Aliyah.

Aliyah: Finally! You two are adorable! So happy for you both! Can’t wait to double date soon!

Jenna laughed and showed the message to Y/N. “Looks like we’ve got plans to make.”

He grinned. “Sounds like fun.”

They spent hours exploring the museum, losing themselves in the art and each other’s company. They stopped frequently to take more pictures, capturing candid moments of laughter and joy. Jenna felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for these simple, precious moments with Y/N.

That evening, back at home, they curled up on the couch, scrolling through the positive comments and messages. Jenna’s phone buzzed again, this time with a call from her mom.

“Hey, Mom,” Jenna answered.

“Hi, sweetie! I saw your post. He seems like a wonderful guy. I can’t wait to meet him properly,” her mom said warmly.

“You’ll love him, Mom. He’s amazing,” Jenna replied, glancing over at Y/N with a smile.

After hanging up, Jenna turned to Y/N. “Ready for the family meet-and-greet?”

Y/N chuckled. “Absolutely. Bring it on.”

As they continued to read through the messages, one from her co-star, Emma caught her eye.

Emma ❤️‍🔥: I knew something was up! You two look so happy together. Congrats!

Jenna showed Y/N the message, and they both laughed. “Looks like we weren’t as subtle as we thought,” Y/N said with a grin.

Jenna snuggled closer to him, feeling a profound sense of contentment. They had taken a big step today, and it had brought them even closer together. No matter what opposition lay ahead, they knew they could face them together.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” Jenna said softly.

Y/N kissed her forehead. “Thank you for letting me be a part of your world.”

Over the next few weeks, Jenna and Y/N’s relationship continued to blossom. They navigated the new dynamic of being public with ease, their bond only growing stronger. Y/N became a fixture in Jenna’s world, attending events with her, supporting her through her busy schedule, and continuing to be her safe haven.

The response from fans and the public remained positive, with many praising Jenna for being open and honest about her relationship. It was a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more adventures together.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony, watching the sunset, Jenna turned to Y/N with a smile. “I’m so glad we did this.”

“Me too,” Y/N replied, taking her hand. “Here’s to many more perfect days together.”

They clinked their glasses in a toast, the future looking brighter than ever. Together, they had faced their fears and taken a leap of faith, and it had paid off in the most beautiful way possible. Their love was now out in the open, embraced by the people who mattered most, and they couldn’t be happier.

[therealcocoshady]

Kinktober - Day 15 - Spanking

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Here is the Kinktober episode for the « spanking » prompt. And as you guys probably expect it, it is a continuation of the « Pet play » and « Kneeling » episodes. 👀

CW : D/S dynamic - BDSM - Spanking - Aftercare

That first weekend of Marshall « vetting » you as a sub turned out to be rather successful. By the end of it, you were absolutely drained and, though you would have expected it to be because of bedroom activities, it was not the case. The whole time had been about you getting familiar with his rules, learning more about what it meant to be a sub and his rules and expectations. And, as it turns out, there were a lot of things to remember and imprint in your brain.

Thankfully, he had been pretty patient with you, giving to time to adjust. You enjoyed the way submission turned off the noisy part of your brain, but it didn’t exactly come naturally to you. Neither did staying silent until being asked to speak. And your bad habit of running your mouth made it quite clear that you required a lot of explanations before following some rules. At the end of the first day, Marshall had ordered you to put your bag in the guest room, earning the biggest side eye from you. « I’m not sleeping in your room ? » you asked in a tone that failed to hide your disappointment. « You heard me » he simply hummed. However, the exhaustion of the day made it hard to follow the initial command of letting him be in charge. « But… why ? » you asked again with a frown. « Because I sleep better on my own » he sighed. « Not that I owe you an explanation. I’m in charge remember ? ». You nodded sheepishly but couldn’t resist asking yet another question. « Then why did you let me sleep with you last time ? » you asked with a raised eyebrow. He sighed again and rolled his eyes before getting up from the couch and facing you. « Y/N. I set the rules. That’s what I do. And last time was an exception. But the rule is still in place. » he said sternly. You nodded again. « Is sleeping in the same room that important to you ? » he finally asked. « I don’t know. I guess not » you shrugged. « It’s just… I figured that… you know. If we were to sleep together we’d actually sleep together too ? » you added. He looked at you and smiled before cupping your face. « You do realize it’s not only about sex, right ? I could very well be your dom in a totally platonic way. » he said calmly. You opened your eyes a little wider, thinking that maybe you had completely misread the situation and that the forms he’d asked you to fill regarding your bedroom preferences were a formality that didn’t mean anything. As soon as he saw the change of expression on your face, he chuckled. « Yeah, some of my plans include sex. But that’s not the core of what we’re doing. And after some sessions, you might actually want some space, too. A lot of subs do enjoy being able to unwind without their dom being around. » he added. You nodded one last time and went to settle in the guest bedroom.

The rest of the weekend proved him right : you actually enjoyed having a space you could claim as your own. You didn’t really have anyone you could compare him too, but you doubted Marshall could be described as a difficult dom. In fact, he was patient and, apparently, pretty lenient too. However, getting familiar with all those rules proved to be exhausting and you weren’t sure you’d be able to rest as much if you had to pay attention to your posture or anything else you were required to mind in his presence. That being said, he made sure to let you know he was there if you needed him. Especially after he fucked your brains out. He cuddled with you until you came to yourself and waited until you had regained some composure to ask if you needed him to stay longer. It was only after you sleepily shook your head and murmured a small « no, you can go, Sir » that he pressed a kiss to your forehead, praising you one last time and put his clothes back on before leaving you to rest.

Marshall was apparently quite satisfied with you and, before you went home, he suggested you come back the following weekend. Soon enough, a small routine was put in place : you spent most weekends at his place, in a D/S dynamic. The rest of the time, however, you were just friends. Especially when you were handing out in group settings. You quite liked it and it didn’t take long for you so develop some Pavlovian habits. On Friday evenings, when you showed up at his place, your brain was already in « sub mode », your inner noise quieting before you even reached the front door. And as weeks went by, you did a better job at following orders. You thought you were thriving. Until, a few weeks in, you arrived at his place in a bad mood. The last few days at work had been exhausting, your boss had been an ass and you were a ball of nerves and frustration.

It didn’t take long for Marshall to take note. You seemed unable to focus, failed to call him « Sir », asked him to repeat orders twice. He stared at you with concern but, whenever he asked what was up with you, you simply apologized and assured him that everything was alright. He was patient with you, though. At first, at least.

It wasn’t unusual for you to have rough days, and normally she found peace and comfort in your new dynamic. But tonight, something felt off. Every little thing seemed to grate on your nerves, and instead of the usual calm that Marshall’s presence brought, you felt like snapping. The first time you rolled your eyes at him, he let it slide with a warning. « Y/N, » he said in that low, controlled tone that always managed to get her attention. « Watch it. »

You had heard the warning, had even felt a flicker of guilt. But instead of responding with your usual obedience, the irritation bubbling just below the surface pushed you to defy him again. You rolled your eyes a second time, this time more deliberately, almost daring him to react. His gaze hardened, his voice dipping lower. « I’m not going to warn you again. » You should have stopped. You knew it. But something inside you rebelled against the authority in his voice, against the command in his eyes. Maybe it was the way the week had weighed on you, or maybe you were testing limits you hadn’t yet reached, but when he asked you to do something simple—hand him his phone from the coffee table—you rolled your eyes one more time as you did it.

The silence that followed was heavy, and in an instant, you knew you had gone too far. Marshall didn’t speak right away. He didn’t need to. The intensity in his gaze said everything. Your stomach tightened as you watched him stand from the couch, his full attention now fixed on you. Your heart started to race, the frustration that had driven your rebellion quickly giving way to something else—anticipation. You had never been punished before.

« Come here, »he said, his voice calm, but there was no mistaking the authority in his tone. You hesitated for a split second before obeying, stepping forward until you were standing directly in front of him. You didn’t meet his eyes this time, the weight of what was coming settling heavily in your chest. Your heart pounded as she realized the seriousness of your actions. Marshall stood tall, his posture firm, hands at his sides as he looked down at you. « What did I tell you about rolling your eyes at me? »You swallowed hard, your voice small. « Not to. »

« And how many times did I warn you? » he asked sternly. « Twice, » you answered, your voice barely a whisper now. Marshall nodded slowly, his expression unyielding. « Twice, » he repeated. « And you still chose to ignore me. » Your chest tightened. The defiance that had driven you earlier seemed to vanish, leaving behind a feeling of nervousness. You hadn’t expected to be pushed this far, hadn’t expected the punishment to feel so imminent. « I know you had a rough day, » he continued, his voice softer now but still firm. « But that doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me. » You felt your cheeks flush with guilt, your eyes dropping to the floor as the full weight of your actions sank in. You had crossed a line, and now you would face the consequences. « Go to the bedroom, » he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. « Undress and wait for me. »

Your stomach twisted at the command. The reality of what was about to happen settled over you, but you knew there was no point in resisting. This was part of the dynamic and you knew it. You had broken the rules, and now you would be held accountable. « Yes, Sir, » you whispered, your voice barely audible as you turned to leave the room. Your hands trembled slightly as you undressed in the bedroom, folding your clothes neatly and placing them on the chair. The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the nerves setting in. You knelt by the bed, your knees sinking into the soft carpet, your body tense as you waited for Marshall to come in.Your mind raced as you tried to steady your breathing. You trusted him completely, but this was uncharted territory for you. You had never been punished before. There had been reprimands, yes, but never something so formal—so intentional.

When the door finally opened, your heart skipped a beat. Marshall stepped into the room, his expression unreadable as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t speak right away, letting the weight of the moment settle between you. He circled you slowly, his presence commanding the room in a way that made you feel both vulnerable and safe all at once. « Look at me, » he ordered. You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes were steady, focused, and there was no doubt that he was in control. « What happens when you disobey me, Y/N? » he asked, his voice even but firm. « I get punished, » you answered quietly, your voice shaking just a little. « That’s right, » he said, stepping closer. « And why are you being punished tonight? »

« Because I disrespected you, » you whispered, cheeks burning with shame as you spoke the words aloud. Marshall nodded, his hand brushing lightly against your cheek before he moved around you again. « I don’t punish you to hurt you, » he said, his voice calm and steady. « I do it to remind you of the structure, to keep you grounded. You need to know that when you push, there will be consequences. That’s how this works. » You nodded, your throat tight. « Yes, Sir. »

« Stand up, » he commanded, and you obeyed immediately, rising to your feet though your legs felt shaky beneath you. « Hands on the bed, » he instructed, his voice low but firm. « Knees apart. » Your heart pounded as you bent over, placing your hands on the mattress, your knees spreading as you positioned yourself the way he had asked. You felt vulnerable in the position, exposed, but you knew this was part of it—part of the process of learning, of submitting.

Marshall stood behind you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. « This is going to hurt, » he warned. « But I need you to remember why it’s happening. » You braced yourself, nodding slightly as you whispered, « Yes, Sir. » The first smack landed on your bare skin, sharp and firm, sending a jolt of pain through you. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to cry out, but the second strike followed soon after, and then the third. Each one was deliberate, measured, not too hard but enough to make you wince, enough to remind you of the line you had crossed. By the fifth strike, tears were welling in your eyes. It wasn’t just the physical sting—it was the emotional release, the overwhelming sense of guilt and submission flooding your senses.

Marshall paused, his hand resting gently on your back again. « You’re doing well, » he said softly, his voice soothing. « Just a little more. » You nodded, your voice too thick with emotion to respond, but you trusted him. You trusted him to know your limits, to guide you through this. When the final strike landed, a tear slipped down your cheek, but you didn’t feel broken. You felt relieved, grounded again in a way that only he could provide.

Marshall’s hands were gentle as he pulled you up into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. He held you tightly, his lips brushing the top of your head as he murmured softly, « It’s over now. » You buried your face in his chest, letting the tears flow freely as the last remnants of tension drained from your body. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you as he reassured you with his presence, his touch. « You’re mine, » he whispered, his voice soft but filled with conviction. « I take care of you. Always. » You nodded against him, your heart finally at peace, knowing that you were safe in his hands, no matter how far you had pushed. Your breath was still shaky as you nestled into Marshall’s chest, the sting of the punishment still lingering on your skin. The tears that had slipped out were slowing, and though your body felt drained, your mind was beginning to clear. The chaos that had swirled inside you all week was gone, replaced with a sense of calm that only Marshall seemed able to bring you back to.

But even as your breathing steadied, you knew there was still more to come—more than just the punishment. There was the moment after, the moment when he would make sure you were okay, because that was just as much a part of this as anything else. Marshall held you close, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back as your tears began to subside. He hadn’t spoken yet, letting you come down from the emotional high in your own time. His warmth, his solid presence, was grounding you, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the safety of his embrace.

After a few moments, he shifted slightly, tilting your face up gently to meet his gaze. His eyes softened when they met yours, all the sternness from earlier replaced with concern and care. « You alright, Y/N? » he asked, his thumb brushing away the last tear that clung to your cheek. You nodded, though your throat still felt tight. « Yes, Sir, » you whispered, your voice hoarse from the emotions that had poured out of you. Marshall studied your face carefully, as though he was looking for any signs of lingering distress. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. « You did well, » he said softly. « You took that punishment exactly how you should have. But now, I need to know how you’re feeling. »

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch. You weren’t sure how to put everything you were feeling into words. The punishment had been hard—physically, yes—but more than that, it had been emotional. It had been your first real experience with punishment, and while it had stung, it also left you feeling lighter, like some of the tension that had been building inside you had finally been released. « I feel… better, » you admitted, your voice soft. « It hurt, but… I needed it. I didn’t realize how much I needed to let go until it happened. And… I guess it’s not as scary. » Marshall nodded, his fingers brushing gently through your hair. « Sometimes that’s how it is, » he said quietly. « Punishment isn’t just about consequences. It’s about helping you let go of what you’re holding onto. But I need you to know, —you don’t have to carry things on your own. When something’s bothering you, you come to me. That’s what I’m here for. Understood? »

You nodded again, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest. It wasn’t just about the punishment. It was about the structure, the trust, and knowing that he was there to take care of you, even when you didn’t realize you needed it. « Yes, Sir, » you whispered.

Marshall’s hand moved down to your back, pulling you closer into his lap. He held you like that for a while, his touch soft and soothing, letting you come back to yourself in her own time, as he always did. The tension in your muscles slowly unwound as you breathed him in, his scent familiar and comforting.

« You’re not in trouble anymore, » he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. « It’s done. You’ve been forgiven. This is just about making sure you’re okay now. »

You let out a long breath, the last of the weight lifting from your chest. His words, simple as they were, meant a lot. Your connection was still there. You were not lost in your own head anymore—you were here, with him, and that was all that mattered. Marshall shifted again, this time tilting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. His thumb traced your lower lip as he spoke, his voice low and calm. « I want to make sure you’re not feeling any doubt about what happened. You know why I punished you, right? »

You nodded, your voice more steady now. « Yes, Sir. I disrespected you. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.  Marshall gave a small nod, his expression firm but kind. « Good. But listen—if you’re ever feeling frustrated, if you’re having a rough day, you don’t have to test me to get my attention. You can come to me, tell me how you’re feeling, and we’ll deal with it. » His words hit you deeply, more than you could have expected, and you felt a lump form in your throat again—not from fear, but from relief. You had pushed him earlier, and instead of meeting you with anger, he had been understanding.

« I’m sorry, » you whispered, the words heavy with sincerity. « I didn’t mean to push you like that. »Marshall’s thumb brushed over your cheek again, his eyes softening even more. « I know, doll, » he said gently. « And I’ve already forgiven you. This isn’t about punishment anymore. This is about making sure you’re okay. Are you? »

You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, Sir. I’m okay.” He smiled softly at you, his hand moving to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss on the forehead. « Good girl, » he murmured against your skin. The praise made your heart swell, and you felt herself relax fully for the first time that night. You melted into his embrace, your head resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around you again. There was no tension left—only the quiet, comforting hum of knowing you were safe there.

Marshall held you like that for a while, his hands moving in slow, soothing patterns across your back. He didn’t rush you, didn’t push you to move or speak. He simply held you, his presence a steady anchor in the aftermath of everything you had just been through. After some time, he shifted slightly, pulling the blanket from the edge of the bed and draping it over your shoulders. « I want you to rest now, » he said softly. « You’ve been through enough for one night. »

You nodded, feeling the exhaustion finally catch up to you. You let him guide you to lie down on the bed, your body feeling heavy but content. Marshall tucked the blanket around you, his touch tender as he made sure you were comfortable. « Stay with me? » you asked quietly, your voice small but hopeful.

Marshall’s expression softened, and he gave you a reassuring smile. « Of course, » he said, slipping in beside you. He pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his chest as his arms wrapped protectively around you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body sinking into the warmth and safety of his embrace. The day’s struggles, the punishment, the emotions—it all felt distant now, fading into the background as you focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing, the solid presence of him beside you.

« Thank you, » you whispered, your voice barely audible. Marshall’s hand stroked your hair gently, his voice soft as he replied, « I’ve got you, Y/N.»

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Fellow Thad kisser, thoughts on every Thad ship with every major plot relevant character?

OMG FELLOW THAD KISSER YAAAY. Ok

Thuzi - INCREDIBLY CUTE. I really really like how different their vibes are, but they work so well too. Popular Jock x Outcast Emo Girl. It's just so good and awesome and technically could've been canon too, which I think makes it better! Thad is such a genuine and nice guy too, so I think he'd help her come out of her shell too. He'd also def be protective over her in the way that like... If she was getting teased he'd so intervene, no matter if that made him "less cool" or whatever. And she would scold him for getting himself hurt during football games

Vhad - YES YES YES YE SYE YS. THIS SHIP IS EVERYTHING. I cannot put into words how much I adore this ship dude. She like picks him up and is like "You're cute. Mine now" And he's like "Oh! Okay!" Like he cannot fight back. And it provides good angst too because Thad and N are so alike right, what if Solver does what it did to N to Thad, just because V was getting distracted from her job y'know? DELICIOUSSSSS. Also it's just really cute. It's okay V he's into danger

Than/Nhad/Wheat Thins - This ship is actually super silly to me, because they're both golden retrievers at heart, N is just more excitable than Thad is, but I still think they would work well together. Thad would fluster N to hell and back by flirting and N would be especially cuddly. Also them playing with each other's hair. Thad teaching N football. And then also N protecting Thad from stuff and Thad is just :0 damn thats hot. Love it

Jhad - Not sure if this counts because it's J but I think it is considering how big of a role she played in Episode 8 but anyway. I JUST GOT INTO THIS SHIP AND IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME. JUST. The idea of this goofy fucking jock boy helping a very uptight, Worker Drone hating Disassembly Drone to relax and unwind is just everything to me. And the idea that like, maybe Thad reminds her of Tessa, and that hurts her for a while, but it helps her to mourn and grieve and learn to accept that she's gone. Like obviously I don't know if she'd get over Tessa but I'm WAILING !!!!!! DUDE THE SHIP COULD BE SO GOOD. We need more Jhadders man

Thank you for the ask this was fun to do. I love screaming about stuff. Let me know if you think I was missing anything

[sl33paholics]

could i request some domestic fluff for nicholas brown pls :3

Domestic Fluff Nicolas Brown Headcanons!

Warning(s): None! Just silly wholesome moments with this gangster

My Valentine's writing about this man here has touched everyone's hearts, I love it lol

Being with Nicolas in Ergastulum has shown you that even in a city, it can be as harsh and unforgiving. Nicolas's presence in your life is a constant reminder that there is more to people than meets the eye and that even the most hardened individuals can have a soft and caring side reserved for those they truly cherish.

Doing household chores together 🧹

Although from the outside looking in, it would look like Nicolas isn't the type of person to keep his environment clean, but that's the total opposite. Nicolas is the type of guy to keep the apartment clean and take pride in it, cleaning with you to maintain a tidy place. Nicolas is the type of guy with even the slightest gunk would make him go into a clean frenzy.

Cooking meals together 🥣

Nicolas finds quality time to cook for you or with you. Enjoying the process step by step, it's so soothing to him. He's not perfect, so watching you and demonstrating how to do this, that, and the third. Nicolas would put effort into impressing his dear partner and himself.

Subtle Affection 🫂

We know that he's deaf. Doing the smallest things for you is a huge accomplishment. Leaving you small letters, gifting you handmade objects or stuff you've always wanted, or helping fix the things that mean the most to you. Hell, even going on walks around the city to view the shops or possibly going to a nearby lake to unwind.

A morning routine ☀️

For me, Nicolas seems like an early riser (and values his sleep very seriously), so for him to sip his coffee / tea while in bed, looking out the window waiting for you to wake up is so ❤️. Later on, he'd make a small breakfast for you. Oatmeal, eggs, literally anything that he's able to make to serve for you in bed.

Intimate Moments 💋

Nicolas is the type of guy to make random ass patterns on your skin to entertain himself while the two of you are cuddling on the single twin bed. He absolutely adores it when you allow him to rest his head on your chest, not in a sexual way, but for him to feel the vibrations of your heart beating.

Having days off from working 🛏

This man would walk around with baggy clothing and lounging on the rough couch as you binge-watched whatever rerun episodes that were being aired. On days like this, Nicolas loves spending time with you. He can have a sigh of relief knowing that the overwhelming anxiety he has being away and worrying about your safety can be put to rest.

Being a supportive partner 🎊🎊

Without a doubt, Nicolas is always there to support you in whatever you do (as long as it's not dangerous ofc). He encourages you to pursue your dreams. Despite being stoic and very revered with a tough demeanor, Nicolas is always your biggest cheerleader, offering his unwavering support and belief in you.

[leifygreeens]

hello! ^_^ can i ask for the bachelors/ettes love languages both giving and receiving thank you! <3

(Gary Chapman, the man who came up with this theory, is a Not Great™ person, and his theory is filled with justification for misogyny and other general weirdness. The podcast If Books Could Kill did a fantastic episode on it in April of 2023, you can find it on Spotify or Apple Podcasts under The 5 Love Languages.)

I had a lot of fun with this! I will admit I kinda ditched the OG categories, but I did stick with the theme and overall you can probably figure out where everyone would land anyway. But MORE IMPORTANTLY, thank you for your request, anon. I appreciate you and I hope you enjoy this! Also this is really fucking long!! Almost 5k words!!! Holy fuck!!!!

Everyone say thank you to my best friend and editor in chief @lendelleaves for helping me with this.

Sam is a very tactile person, and I’ve said this before, but like a giant puppy who does not know he is giant, Sam likes sprawling himself all over you, no matter where you are. If you’re lounging anywhere together, his head is in your lap and his thumb is rubbing back and forth over your thigh. There have been many times when he nearly knocked out on top of you on the couches at the saloon, but his favorite place to sprawl all over you is at home.

He often traps you on the couch, and it’ll take a lot of bargaining and bribing to get him up—make no mistake though, he knows when not to push it. Sam is so observant when it comes to family, and he learns to read you quickly. He knows when you’re lying, or when you might be pretending to be okay, and is quickly able to discern whether you need support, or some space. 

When you don’t need space, Sam talks. And talks. And talks. He’ll fill up a silence like nobody’s business, or drag you out to exist in the world when you’re feeling like abandoning everything. When things are really bad though, Sam takes the reins and runs things for you. In the early stages of your relationship, he wasn’t very confident helping around the household, but he’s stepped up, and he’s gotten quite good at it.

Growing up with Jodi as a mother allowed him the space to dick around and act like a slob, and he’s a little ashamed of the way he took advantage of her. You try to remind him he was a teenage boy for a lot of that time, but he’s determined not to continue that cycle, and so his favorite part is cleaning—yes, you heard me right. He loves cleaning, because it makes him feel responsible, and it also lightens your load. When the dishes are cleared after meals, or when he’s taken care to sweep and steam the floors, he adores the feeling of productivity and accomplishment afterward. While he doesn’t expect any praise or compensation for it, he does cherish the moment when you realize you have time to relax (in a clean home, no less). He doesn’t ever want to sense the same regret from you that he did from his mother.

Sebastian struggles with verbal shows of affection, and tends to express his love with actions rather than words, but he’s kind of subtle about it. It took you a while to figure out what he was trying to say when he did these kinds of things. Sebastian is the type to cut up a plate of fruit for you after a long day working on the farm, and hand it to you wordlessly. He’ll help you unlace your work boots, rub any aches or cramps out of your feet, and make you a cup of tea—anything that could help you unwind. 

He loves taking you on dates! He’s taken you quite a few places on his bike, and while he’s not a huge fan of overcrowded places, he can handle them a little more easily with you by his side. You’ve gone bowling, to the arcade, mini-golfing (which he was surprised to find he absolutely sucked at), and to a few theme parks as well. He feels braver with you around, and his confidence has definitely improved since you met. He’s not concerned with the people that stare at you while you’re in public, because he knows without a shred of doubt that you’re not interested. Especially when you buy a funnel cake to share and wipe chocolate from the corner of his lips, or win him cheap plushies at a festival. He’s got a little collection of those going, by the way (and he’s named them all after fantasy characters, obviously).

When you’re not around, Sebastian likes to play some of the voicemails you’ve left him. He never clears them from his inbox, just so he has something to remind him of you when he’s lonely, and it may or may not have resulted in his inbox being completely full more than a few times. In a similar vein, his favorite messages from you are videos and voice notes, and whether you’re telling him about your day, showing off a successful harvest, or just popping in to say hello, he replays every message at least four times before melting into a puddle. 

Sebastian worried you might think it’s creepy, but he has a folder on his computer just dedicated to you, full of photos, videos, and voice recordings. He also has a candid photo of you in his wallet and refuses to talk about it, but one time you showed up at his place and found him sitting on his bed staring at it. You still don’t know how long he was like that for, and he adamantly refutes your claims of seeing him doing it at all. The walls of Seb’s office are covered top to bottom in pictures of you, and you’re pretty sure that all of his devices have you as the homescreen. It’s terribly endearing.

Alex likes spending time with you. Whether it be brushing your teeth together, doing the laundry, or loading up the shipping bin with your products and produce for the day, he’s calm as long as you’re nearby. He likes the physical reminders of your presence as well—stained coffee mugs sitting in the sink after you leave to work in the fields, the residual smell of you clinging to his clothing after you steal it, your personal items scattered around the living room, and anything else you leave in your wake. He wants to spend time with you constantly, but when that isn’t realistic, he walks into the bedroom and flops onto your side of the bed, just to shove his face into your pillow and inhale the smell of you.

When you are together, he’s always holding you. Whether it’s excitedly swinging you around in a circle in the entryway after you get back from work, gluing himself to your back while you waddle around the kitchen making dinner, or even walking through town together, he’s got to have his arms around you in some way. Granted, he’s not huge on PDA, unless someone stares at you too long and he wants to make a point, but he loves hugs, and especially playing with your hands! Rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands, threading and rethreading your fingers together, swinging your hands back and forth while walking through town, and making sure to remind you about the existence of hand cream when it’s the thick of winter.

Granny Evelyn was always very pointedly teaching him how to take care of his personal hygiene, so you can trust that he learned from the best of the best. When he is messing with your hands, you often find him admiring your calluses. He loves how strong your hands are; he says it’s a testament to your hard work and dedication. 

His life is so much better with you in it, and he’s finally comfortable just existing. Of course he still cares about gridball, but the guilt he felt about never going pro has dissipated, and he’s perfectly content in his life with you. He does wish he could’ve properly introduced you to his mom, but when you smile down at him in the morning, he likes to think the sunlight kissing the top of your head through the window is his mother’s way of showing her approval.

Elliott has a wonderful way with words, but if you want my professional opinion, this man gets tongue tied whenever you’re too forward with him. The more blunt you are, the more red in the face he gets. He’s always up in the clouds, and having someone like you there to ground him so solidly in reality switches his entire perception of love and attraction. It’s such a strong juxtaposition, against what he thought he liked, that many tropes within the romance genre have actually started to irritate him—love at first sight is probably the worst offender—and it affects the way he writes his own characters as well. 

Make no mistake, he’s still very much head-over-heels for you, but he doesn’t idolize you the way he did when you first met. There’s something so overwhelmingly human about you, to him, and he loves every part of it. 

So, he compliments you constantly—but almost always about something mundane or silly. The way your eyes look all droopy and clouded with sleep in the mornings, the way toothpaste surrounds your mouth while you’re brushing your teeth, or when you occasionally get your jacket pocket caught on a door handle and get jerked back with the force of hurricane level winds—and once, when you were struggling to put on your boots before a full day of work, and you tripped and toppled over in the entryway. You made the silliest sound as you went down, and even though he was quick to help you up and check you over for any potential bumps or bruises, he was laughing fondly to himself for the rest of the day. 

Even the way you look rumpled and filthy after a long trip in the mines makes him soft, and he always makes sure to tell you how wonderful you are. With your influence, he’s allowed himself to abandon his forced persona of perfection, and he’s never felt so authentic and comfortable in himself. He’s free to just be, and he’s eternally grateful to you, because you’ve shown him what love is supposed to be.

Shane always checks on the animals with you in the mornings, and he likes the physical labor that comes with repairing things or clearing debris from the farm on the first day of a new season. He’ll happily repair a fence or pathing, and he’s becoming more of a DIY expert himself the longer he lives on the farm with you. Shane is aware of how overworked you were when it was just you running the farm, and taking half of the shit off your plate makes him feel productive and useful—it gives him a little more purpose. He feels guilty about some of the habits he’s still holding on to, sometimes, but waking up next to you every day reminds him just how much makes life worth living. 

He gets a little down when there’s nothing to do on the farm, so if you want him to have a little more pep in his step, you know to ask him to do the usual chores while you dive down into the mines for the day. You do this the most often in winter, when the crops in the greenhouse aren’t ready for harvesting. He’s grateful for the work, and the knowledge that you trust him to take care of things while you’re fighting monsters makes him feel fulfilled. 

After a long day in the fields and with the animals, he likes lounging around before bed with you. His cheeks get so pink when you rub his back and give him massages, and when you shove a hand under his shirt while cuddling to rub his belly. He enjoys talking to you about anything and everything, and there have been a few late mornings because the two of you stayed up past midnight talking. 

He’s gotten pretty good at cooking, too! With all the extra time and a lot more of a sense of purpose in his life, he’s allowed himself to build interest in things he didn’t used to have the energy or time for, and that includes cooking. Make no mistake, he’s still comfortable with popping a frozen dinner in the microwave when neither of you have the time or energy to make a meal from scratch, but he’s become quite the chef! He tries to cook dinner for the two of you at least a few times a week, and he melts a little inside when you do the food dance after trying any of his recipes. He’ll smile so wide, and the tips of his ears will turn peachy-pink if you dare compliment his cooking, so you make sure to do it as often as possible. 

Harvey is always feeding you and making sure you’re dressed appropriately for the weather. He will absolutely run out the door after you in his robe and slippers if you forget a scarf, and a portion of your backpack space is reserved for the lunchboxes he makes you in the mornings. When you come back from the mines, regardless of how well it went or not, you have to let him give you a mini-checkup. He will not be able to sleep soundly if you don’t let him look you over, and he will nag you the entire time. He’s never mean about it, and he doesn’t treat you like a child, but it typically lasts fifteen to twenty minutes, and he might get weepy if he finds out you’ve been hurt. 

He’s just afraid for your safety, and he doesn’t want his life to go back to the dull and lonely repetitiveness it was before. Despite all of that, though, he’s calmed down quite a bit. He still has anxiety, but he’s no longer choked by it, and he’s relieved to have someone in his corner who can help ground him when his brain gets a little too ramped up.

He’s still totally socially awkward, though. He loves to hold your hand, but can’t do much more than that in public, because all of his blood rushes to his face and it makes him dizzy. He loves taking walks on the beach with you, and is the type to draw a heart in the sand with a stick and put your initials in it, but he’ll immediately scribble it out if you make a big deal out of it. 

In private, Harvey is a huge fan of parallel play activities; if you’re at the dining table reading a book, he’s probably going over medical papers or reading about fighter planes beside you. He doesn’t usually speak during these quiet moments, but occasionally he’ll reach over to grab your free hand and pull it up to his lips for a quick kiss. If you whine about needing your hand back, he purposely tickles your hand with his mustache and won’t let you pull away until he gets a real, full smile out of you. Since being with you, his life has become more rich and lively, and he gets more excited about things that would’ve gotten nothing more than a mild smile out of him in the past. You really have changed his whole life.

Maru pays really close attention to anything you express the slightest interest in. If you mention a particular candy that you’ve become obsessed with, she buys a full box the next day. If you mention liking a particular recipe, she’ll make it as often as possible until you get sick of it, and then she’ll move onto the next interest. The few times you took her to the city to visit your family, she made sure to take note of anything you looked at twice in any shop so she could buy it for you later. She’s surprised you with plenty of gifts this way, but there have also been a few times where she made the thing herself, and was very proud to say that her version was both better and worked smoother. 

Your farm has become a lot more automated, due to the sheer amount of tech and machines she’s built. She wants to make the harvesting process as smooth and as light in labor as possible, so that you have more time for yourself and your interests. She watched her mother’s physical state deteriorate over the years due to how often she’s lugging giant logs around, and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you, so she’s constantly looking for new ways to lighten your load. 

She loves info dumping about her newest inventions or discoveries, and her favorite shared activity is stargazing. You commissioned Robin for a rooftop deck shortly after moving in together, and there have been many nights spent up there, with you pointing out different stars to Maru and allowing her to go on and on about nebulae, star systems, and giant interstellar clouds. She loves answering all of your questions, and never belittles you for not knowing something, or for asking an “obvious” question. It helps her brush up on her own knowledge as well! 

Beyond that, she likes roping you into shitty movie marathons. She’ll pop a few bags of popcorn and get out several bowls of snacks, and maybe if you’re feeling frisky she may just bust out a bottle of wine to enjoy between the two of you. She doesn’t think the movies are fantastic, but that’s the point! Her favorite parts are when she looks over at you after a particularly ridiculous scene, and she gets to watch you go through the five stages of grief in as many seconds. You’ve created a fair amount of inside jokes through this little ritual of yours, and it always makes her laugh, no matter how ridiculous the references are.

Penny takes immense care of the farmhouse, and loves decorating and redecorating your spaces. She’s always looking for the coziest pillows, or the prettiest wallpaper, and she includes you in every step of the process. If there’s anything you don’t jive with, or something you want to get done on the house but can never get to with all the other work you’re constantly doing, have no fear, because Penny will either find a contractor (Robin) to complete the project, or she’ll pick up a hammer and do it herself. 

She likes being a homemaker, and she’s good at it, and seeing you enjoy or react positively to any renovations and additions will make her whole month. You especially enjoy the home library she’s curated, because it’s by far the coziest room in the house, and because that’s where she loves to read to you—it’s something of a nightly routine for you both. After you’re finished getting ready for bed, she’ll sit on the thrifted chaise she restored, wait for you to get comfortable against her shoulder, and she’ll read until you’re sleepy enough to go to bed. (Sometimes you do pass out in there though.)

Your library is full of annotated books she’s given you, though she uses sticky notes to avoid writing directly on the pages, she will write an inscription inside the front cover with a short address to you about why she thought you’d like it. It’s pretty sweet, especially when she gives you romance books and explains with bright red cheeks that the main love interest reminded her of you. That’s always a cute moment, even though you’re a little shit sometimes and will quote the love interest in private moments, just to fluster her.

Penny secretly likes it, though—especially when you try to woo her. Whether it be with roses, dates, gifts, or flowery words, she loves every bit of it. Even though you’re together and she isn’t going anywhere, you don’t abandon those habits later on, and it reassures her. She initially figured the effort would be too much for someone as busy as you, but you always make time and plan romantic things for her, and she’s happy to know that her romance novels aren’t wholly fictional. You’re living proof of that.

Abigail has softened up quite a bit during her relationship with you. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still pretty passionate and bullheaded, but overall, she’s much calmer. She’s comfortable being herself and doesn’t feel the need to get defensive about who she is or what her interests are anymore, and it’s opened up a lot of avenues of self expression for her. She tries new things all the time, and she’s never shy about sharing her experiences or the results of them, because she knows you’re not going to judge her for it.

But because she feels so secure with you, she’s much more comfortable showing affection without fear of rejection or humiliation. That said, she stares at you a lot. Before you may have gotten a pillow launched at your face for bringing it up, but now she’s perfectly okay with being caught. She actually uses it to her advantage most of the time, and will take the opportunity to compliment you, like, “What, I can’t stare at the love of my life?” 

She loves flustering you. It’s mostly genuine, but she does do it just to be a little shit sometimes. When you play video games together (especially ones where you’re competing), she’ll grab your face and pull you into a kiss just to get ahead. It works 90% of the time, even when you know what she’s trying to do. She thinks it’s really cute, and loves seeing you get all worked up when she messes with you like that, but sometimes she does get lost in it and will abandon the game entirely.

On a more serious note, Abigail never lets you go down into the mines without her. She hates having to hear from Harvey, and she’d rather be there with you to prevent any accidents or injuries. It’s easier to get through the shafts with a second pair of eyes and another sword handy, so you’re alright with it—and another upside is that you’re never short on ore and coal anymore. When you get out of the mines afterward, she always suggests a dip in the spa. It helps you both relax and recuperate after a lengthy trip, and she gets to see you in a swimsuit. She may like the second part more, but hey, can you blame her? She thinks you’re hot, let her stare a bit more.

Haley is extremely tactile with her affection—she was pretty embarrassed about it at first, and tried to keep it at bay initially, but it caused some problems early on and that talk was not fun, so she doesn’t repress it anymore. If she wants to kiss you, she’ll ask for it, and the same can be said for any other physical affection. She wants you as close as possible a lot of the time, and when you do meet her need for touch, she all but turns into a cat.

She’ll push her face as far into your chest as it’ll go, latch herself onto your torso with all her strength, and if she’s feeling particularly goofy, she’ll jump into your arms like a koala. It’s very silly (and incredibly endearing), and she always giggles uncontrollably when you drop everything you’re doing to support her weight. She always warns you beforehand, and she does know when it isn’t safe or appropriate, so rest assured nothing goes wrong when she does decide to launch herself at you. Her favorite part about those moments is when you finally get a good grip on her. Again, she’s a tactile lover first and foremost, so your touch is going to make her happy no matter what. 

Besides touch, she likes how little you care about her appearance—make no mistake, she does appreciate when you take notice of all the effort she puts into her appearance—but she loves it when you wake her up in the mornings with a kiss, uncaring of her morning breath and eye crust. Like, sure, she grew up attractive and wealthy, and that meant she was popular, but it also meant she was highly criticized for everything she did. She could never have a blemish, a single hair out of place, or an embarrassing moment, and if she did, she’d be verbally torn to shreds. Always the topic of gossip, she learned to close herself off and pretend, pretend, pretend; but with you, she doesn’t need to.

She doesn’t feel the need to go to sleep with a full-face of makeup on, the way she did when she spent the night at her previous boyfriends’ places, and she’s perfectly content lounging around the house with a bare face and a tangled bun piled on top of her head. She can make all the hideous faces she needs to when applying her makeup and not agonize over whether you’ll still love her afterward. You’ve allowed her the space to let loose and let herself be imperfect, and it’s comfortable. She’s happier than she’s ever been, and a lot of it is thanks to you.

Leah is an artist, and it permeates her entire life—including the ways she loves you. She wants to make art out of you in a million ways, especially tactile ones, like braiding your hair or helping you dress yourself. She frequently stops you at the door before you head out for work, and she’ll fix your shirt collar or put your hat on for you, and adjust your hair until it lays perfectly.

She has paintings of you scattered around the house, but they aren’t always portraits. If you look hard enough, you can find hints of her love for you in all the art she creates; a canvas covered in your favorite flowers, a picture painted only with your favorite color, or subtle snapshots of your life together. She does have a portrait of you above her work desk, though, and it is by far her favorite piece. (She has rejected multiple offers for it, and she always will.)

She loves working on her art projects while you watch, and it’s become something of an inconsistent routine for the both of you. It started after dinner one night, when she was cracking down on a deadline for a commission, but you still wanted to keep her company. Not wanting to leave you hanging, she grabbed two glasses of wine, and you sat comfortably on her studio couch while she painted the piece for her client. She never demands silence from you in these moments, but when you are quiet, it’s easier for her to fall into the cozy atmosphere. Her work often feels less stressful with you watching, because if she gets overwhelmed or irritated with stubborn mediums, she can just flop next to you and take her mind off of the problem.

When you’re not home and she has no immediate commissions, she paints tiny hidden meadows on your furniture: on the bottom leg of your dining table, the inside door of a dish cabinet, the underside of your desk, the top of your front door, and even around the farm as well. She’s always so excited when you find another mini-meadow, and it’s like a special treasure hunt for the two of you. She’s gotten pretty good at hiding them, and she’s quite sneaky about it—except for the one time she fell into the pig pen trying to paint on the rafters in the barn—but that’s neither here nor there. (Don’t let her find the picture on your phone!)

Emily is like a crow. You’ve developed a mini collection of random trinkets, rocks, sea glass, shells, and feathers over the course of your relationship, all found and gifted to you by Emily. She sees a pretty shiny thing and immediately thinks of you. Sometimes she follows you around during your daily errands, just to keep you company. She absolutely steps in to lighten your load when you need it (or rather, when you let her), but usually she’s fine just listening to you talk, and vice versa.

She also likes taking care of you. Emily makes her own homemade soap and body oils, and if you’re ever worn out after a particularly long day, she’ll set up a mini-spa for you, and pamper you for however long it takes to wring out any lingering aches and pains. She’ll bust out dried flower petals and draw a bath for you, making sure to light candles and turn on a diffuser filled with calming oils to help you relax while you bathe. She doesn't want you to lift a single finger, and she may go so far as to dress and feed you after a bath; she likes to use warming oils and massage your entire body before bed. It’s both very vulnerable and incredibly relaxing—but that is her goal, after all—and she always finishes off her pampering with a healthy dose of kisses pressed all over your face.

While not everyone has as strong a connection to the spiritual side of the world, Emily does—and she likes sharing that with the people she cares about. Regardless of whether or not someone believes in the same things she does, she likes to look over your birth chart and horoscopes together, and sometimes she’ll do a tarot card reading for you, just for fun. She’s aware that people think she’s weird for being into these things, but you’ve never shut her down or made fun of her for her interests, and she’s both grateful and overwhelmed by how it makes her feel. No one else has taken such care to understand her, and she feels safe enough to be her most authentic self when you’re around each other. 

It’s also why she likes to dance with you! Whether it be a little dance-off in the kitchen while you’re preparing dinner together, or a slow dance in the living room, or even acting like nutcases at the saloon after a few too many drinks, she’ll have fun as long as it’s with you. She always has fun when it’s with you.

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Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 6 -To be or not to be

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS;  blood, cursing

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You sat in the sterile hospital waiting room, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glare, illuminating the strained expressions etched on each of your faces. The minutes felt like they stretched into an agonizing eternity.

Chan paced back and forth, his agitation noticeable as he fought with conflicting emotions. You watched him with a heavy heart, feeling helpless.

He was angry.

His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working overtime as he struggled to contain himself. You could see the storm raging behind his eyes, a mix of fear, anger, and regret.

But no matter how desperately you searched for the right words, they remained stubbornly out of reach. 

Chan's was avoiding you, that much was clear. His eyes were refusing to meet yours as if the mere act of acknowledging your presence would validate the cascade of emotions within him. Despite your silent plea for connection, he remained resolute in his silence, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance.

For now, all you could do was wait in the shadow of his disapproval.

The truth hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the consequences of your actions. Seungmin lay unconscious in the emergency room, his life hanging in the balance, all because of a decision you had made. 

The silence between you was suffocating, each passing moment stretching into an unbearable eternity. The comforting thoughts that usually came so easily now lost. Hours passed in agonizing silence, each moment dragging on with excruciating slowness. And then, finally, a doctor emerged from the depths of the emergency room, a small bag in his hand, his expression grave.

Your heart skipped a beat as you rose to your feet, every nerve in your body on edge. Chan's eyes were fixed on the doctor, his breath caught in his throat as he awaited the news.

"Seungmin is stable," he announced firmly. "He's suffered a head injury, but we were able to stop the bleeding."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, the tension slowly dissipating as the weight of uncertainty lifted from your shoulders. Chan sank into a nearby chair, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion and relief.

Adam let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His usually impassive face showed a mix of relief and residual concern. He remained standing, but the rigid posture he maintained for hours eased slightly, his professional demeanor momentarily giving way to the sheer relief of the good news.

Felix closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if offering a silent thanks. He had been leaning against the wall, but now he pushed off it and moved closer to Chan, offering a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

You stood in the center of it all, the room's earlier tension now a distant memory. The knot in your stomach started to unwind, and you found yourself breathing easier. The hospital waiting room felt warmer, almost comforting.

"Thank goodness," Chan murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would have done if..."His words trailed off, lost in the swell of emotions. 

It was the first time he had spoken in hours, and the sound of it was both jarring and comforting. You turned to look at him. His eyes, red-rimmed and weary, held a depth of vulnerability that you had never seen before.

"He's going to be okay," the doctor continued, his tone steady and reassuring. "But he will need to stay here for monitoring."

Chan nodded, his mind still lingering with concern. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Injuries like this can be unpredictable," the doctor said, his voice taking on a more somber note. "If the impact had been just a little different, if he had hit a bit more to the side, the outcome could have been much worse."

Chan's expression darkened at the doctor's words, his features drawn with a mix of gratitude for Seungmin's survival and the weight of what could have been. For a moment, silence filled the room as each person grappled with the magnitude of the situation. The doctor, noticing your presence, offered a gentle smile.

 "You're free to visit him in his room if you'd like, though he's not awake yet," he informed you all softly, his voice conveying both professionalism and compassion.

"Here," he said gently, offering you the bag he was holding in his hands. "These are some of Seungmin's belongings. He'll need new clothing since his had to be removed."

You took the bag, feeling a pang of sadness at the reminder of Seungmin's condition. "Thank you, doctor," you murmured softly, clutching the bag tightly.

As the doctor left, Chan took a deep breath and spoke up.

"I'll stay. You guys go home," he insisted, though the exhaustion in his eyes betrayed his words. "I need to be here when he wakes up."

Felix immediately shook his head, stepping closer. "No, Chan. You need to go home and get some rest. You've been here for hours, and have been awake for god knows how long. You're exhausted."

Chan shook his head stubbornly. "All of us have. That's why I'm sending you all home. I'm fine. I can handle it."

"Chan. You have barely slept this week... Besides, I already told Minho, and he's on his way. We need you to go home and rest. You won't be any good to Seungmin or anyone else if you collapse," Felix said firmly.

Chan sighed deeply, the weight of everything pressing down on him. "I'll... I'll stay with Minho then.... Adam will drop you off, Y/N," he said, looking towards you but still not at your eyes. "We'll regroup tomorrow."

"Chan…" Felix began, but his attention was quickly drawn to your hesitant expression. The way you bit your lip and glanced around nervously. He frowned, concern evident in his eyes. He picked up on your unspoken fear immediately.

"Wait," Felix said gently, turning to you. "Y/N, you don't have to go home if you don't feel safe. The person is still out there, and I know it's scary."

You hesitated, torn between your fear and not wanting to cause further tension. "I don't think Chan wants us here," you admitted quietly. "I can… I can go home. It's fine," you said, trying to reassure both yourself and Felix, though your words rang hollow even to your own ears.

"You can stay at the dorms if that makes you feel more secure," Felix continued. Chan's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance in his face. However, he remained silent.

Your eyes widened slightly, gratitude and relief flooding through you at Felix's offer. "Thank you, Felix," you murmured, though underneath the gratitude, uncertainty lingered. You weren't sure what to do. You usually visited the boys' dorm if Chan was there, but with him staying behind, you felt torn.

Chan's silence spoke volumes as he stood beside you, his expression conflicted. You could sense his reluctance to leave you behind, yet his desire to stay with Seungmin was equally strong.

Finally, after a moment of silent contemplation, Chan let out a resigned sigh. He glanced at Felix, who had settled down as if to signify he wasn't budging from his decision to stay. With a defeated expression, Chan relented. "Fine, I'll take Y/N home… or to the dorms," he said, his tone a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

Despite the circumstances, his willingness to prioritize your well-being warmed your heart, even if it came with a hint of reluctance.

"We can come back first thing in the morning," you suggested, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that hung in the air.

Chan, consumed by his emotions, turned to Adam with a terse nod. "You can go now," he said, his tone clipped and cold, his frustration evident in his voice.

Adam hesitated for a moment, recognizing the tension in Chan's demeanor, but he knew better than to argue. With a bow in acknowledgment, he turned and headed towards the exit.

Chan, his anger and annoyance barely contained, stormed towards the exit, his steps heavy with frustration. You followed behind him, sensing his anger but unsure of what to say or do to alleviate it.

The drive home was a silent one, each passing streetlight casting long shadows across the empty roads. The weight of the night's events hung heavy in the air, killing any attempt at conversation between you and Chan.

With each passing mile, the silence grew more oppressive. You stole glances at Chan from the corner of your eye, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. His expression was unreadable, lost in his own thoughts as he navigated the familiar streets that led home.

As you pulled into the dorms' driveway, the engine's soft hum was the only sound breaking the heavy silence that enveloped the car. Chan parked the car and turned off the engine, the sudden stillness amplifying the tension between you both.

For a moment, neither of you moved, each lost in your own thoughts and emotions.

Finally, Chan let out a deep sigh, breaking the silence that had stretched on for far too long. "We're here," he murmured, his voice weary and strained.

You nodded silently, unsure of what to say. The air felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

With a heavy heart, you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door, the cool night air washing over you as you stepped out onto the pavement. Chan followed suit, his movements slow and deliberate as he joined you outside the car.

Chan led the way, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty hallway. You followed behind him, feeling a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Chan lived here, but you didn't, and you weren't sure where you would be sleeping tonight. The tension between you and Chan was too high, and you doubted he would want you in his bed tonight, especially given his evident anger.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, holding it for you to enter. As you walked in, you were greeted by the warm light of the kitchen, where Han and Jeongin were.

"Hey, Y/N!" Han exclaimed, his cheerful demeanor subdued by the underlying tension in the air. His smile was genuine, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Hi Hannie ," you greeted with a small smile, grateful for the distraction their presence provided.

Jeongin turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N, you're here," he said, sounding both pleased and concerned.

The sight of your friends in the kitchen brought a small sense of comfort, but the tension between you and Chan still hung heavily in the air. You offered a weak smile, trying to mask your unease. "Hey, guys."

Chan closed the door behind you and walked past, heading towards his room without another word. Han and Jeongin exchanged a glance, clearly sensing the strained atmosphere.

"Is everything okay?" Jeongin asked cautiously.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you replied, forcing a reassuring smile. You didn't want to burden them with the details. "I'm just really tired. I'll be staying with Chan tonight, if that's okay."

Han nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "Of course, Y/N. You can stay as long as you need."

He then picked up a small plate from the counter and held it out to you. "I just cut some apples. Want some? Might help you relax a bit."

You shook your head gently, trying to muster another smile. "No, thank you, Hannie. I think I'll just head to bed."

Han nodded, understanding.

 Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed your surroundings, your mind consumed by the events of the evening.

As you entered Chan's room, you found it empty. The sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Chan was in the shower. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

Deciding to give him some privacy, you glanced around the room, your eyes landing on Seungmin's bag of clothes resting by the door. With a determined sigh, you made your way over to it, the sound of running water from the bathroom providing a soothing backdrop to your thoughts.

Carefully, you unzipped the bag and began to sift through Seungmin's clothes, you couldn't help but notice that some of them were torn and tattered. The fabric bore the evidence of the hospital staff's hurried efforts to remove them. You pull it out the the bag and something falls out along with it and clinks onto the floor.

You bent down to pick it up, your fingers closing around a small, delicate bracelet.

It was silver and sapphire, with silver links intertwined, forming a lattice-like pattern. At the center of each link nestled a small sapphire, a deep blue color.

It seemed out of place among Seungmin's belongings, and you couldn't help but wonder where it had come from. You put it to the side and packed him new clothes neatly into the bag,

With Chan still in the shower, you weren't left with much to do.

You quietly made your way to the couch and sat down, sinking into its soft cushions. The events of the night replayed in your mind like a broken record.

The eerie drawings.... The photos... The clothing. It all felt like a nightmare coming to life. And having other members stuff present? The headphones? The camera?

Wait.

The camera.

Hyunjin's camera

The same one responsible for all the secret photos, all the moments of invasion and intrusion. Hyunjin lived here, in the same building as Chan and the others.

Right across the Hall from Chan.

As the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, a surge of determination washed over you. You needed to find some type of clue or evidence that could confirm your suspicions. You couldn't afford to be wrong again—not when the stakes were this high.

With a resolute nod, you made a silent vow to yourself. You would uncover the truth, no matter what it took. But first, you needed to tread carefully, gathering every shred of evidence you could find before making any accusations. The last thing you wanted was to accuse another innocent person.

Quietly slipping out of Chan's room, you made your way down the hallway towards Hyunjin's room. Well, now Hyunjin and Minho's room, now that Minho decided he was going to remodel his room.

As you approached the door, your heart pounded with anticipation, hoping that Hyunjin wasn't home. You couldn't afford to be caught snooping around. You knew the risks of snooping around someone else's room, but the need for answers outweighed your concerns.

You reached for the doorknob, your hand trembling slightly with nerves. With a deep breath, you turned it slowly and pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond.

To your relief, the room was empty, bathed in silence and shadows. It seemed that luck was on your side—at least for now.

You stepped inside, your senses on high alert as you scanned the room for any signs of Hyunjin's involvement in the disturbing events. Every second counted, and you knew you had to move quickly before he returned.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to begin. Everything in the room seemed to blend together—a mix of Minho and Hyunjin's belongings intermingled in a chaotic jumble.

Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any clues or evidence that could confirm your suspicions. With a furrowed brow, you began to sift through the various items scattered throughout the room. Clothes were strewn across the floor, posters adorned the walls, and miscellaneous trinkets cluttered the shelves.

You checked under the bed, sifted through drawers, and even peeked into the closet, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

You continued your search, not wanting to give up just yet.

As you opened one of the nightstand drawers, your breath caught in your throat as you caught sight of a stack of letters tucked away inside. With shaking hands, you reached for them, your heart pounding in your chest.

With trembling hands, you picked up one of the letters, the paper feeling crisp and fragile beneath your fingertips. As you unfolded it, your eyes quickly scanned the contents, and confusion washed over you.

Its a letter from STAY

As you held the cryptic letter in your hands, your senses heightened, alert to the slightest sound. The room seemed to grow eerily silent, save for the steady thumping of your heart in your chest.

Suddenly, you froze as the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing moment. Panic surged through you, knowing that you didn't have much time before someone returned.

Without hesitation, you hastily grabbed the stack of letters and stuffed them into the pockets of your jacket. The urgency of the situation propelled you into action as you moved swiftly, your movements fueled by adrenaline.

Every second felt like an eternity as you made your escape.

As you hurriedly made your way out of Hyunjin's room, your thoughts consumed by the urgency of the situation, you failed to notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction. With a sudden collision, you collided head-on with Hyunjin, sending both of you stumbling backward in surprise.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Hyunjin exclaimed, his expression a mix of confusion and concern as he steadied himself.

Your heart raced with a mixture of shock and guilt as you struggled to come up with a coherent explanation. "I-I was just…" you stammered, your mind racing for an excuse. But the words caught in your throat, and you found yourself at a loss for what to say.

Hyunjin's gaze bore into yours, waiting for an answer.

Your mind raced, scrambling for a believable excuse. "I was… looking for Minho," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush. It was a feeble attempt at deception, but in the heat of the moment, it was the best you could come up with.

Hyunjin's expression softened slightly, but skepticism still lingered in his eyes. "Minho?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "He's not here."

Panic surged through you as you struggled to maintain your composure. "Right, of course," you replied quickly, trying to sound convincing. "I must have gotten turned around. Sorry for the intrusion."

As you hastily sidestepped Hyunjin, avoiding his gaze, you couldn't help but notice the way he looked at you. There was a mixture of emotions in his eyes—confusion, concern, and something else you couldn't quite place.

As you reached Chan's room, you flung open the door and stumbled inside, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. But as you glanced around the room, you froze in surprise.

You found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the floor as if lost in thought.

His concerned expression from earlier had softened, replaced by a sense of detachment that left you feeling somewhat isolated.

The heavy silence weighed on you like a physical burden, pressing down on your chest until you could hardly breathe. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo through the empty house, amplifying the sense of isolation that surrounded you.

Unable to bear the oppressive quiet any longer, you turned to Chan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Chan," you began, the words feeling foreign on your tongue after so long spent in silence. "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But we can't keep avoiding each other like this."

Chan's gaze softened, a bit surprised at your sudden confession.

"This is all my fault," Chan muttered, his voice thick with self-recrimination. "I should have known better than to let you all get involved in this mess."

You shook your head softly, the weight of Chan's self-blame heavy on your heart. "No, Chan," you countered gently, reaching out to touch his arm. 

He pulls away. Chan's expression darkened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I told you this was a bad idea," he muttered. "I warned you, but you didn't listen."

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, but Chan cut you off.

"I thought you trusted me," Chan continued, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I thought you knew I had your best interests at heart. But instead, you chose to throw caution to the wind and put yourself in harm's way."

You hung your head, unable to meet his gaze as shame washed over you.

"What if it was you?" Chan's voice cracked with emotion, his anger giving way to raw vulnerability. "What if you're the one that got hurt? Do you think I'm supposed to live with that?"

Each syllable was a dagger aimed squarely at your heart, his accusations slicing through the air with brutal precision. You recoiled from his rage.

"You don't get it, do you?" Chan continued, his anger bordering on desperation. "You don't get what it's like to care about someone so much that the thought of losing them... it's unbearable."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond. You wanted to reach out to him, to reassure him of your love and remorse, but the magnitude of his hurt left you paralyzed.

"I'm sorry, Chan," you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted any of this to happen."

You wished you could turn back time, to erase the pain you had caused him, but the reality of your actions remained stark and unforgiving.

Before you could say anything else, Chan stood up, his sudden movement catching you off guard, and you stumbled back, your breath catching in your throat. In turn, a couple of the letters slip out of your pocket and scatter across the floor.

Chan's gaze followed the letters, his expression shifting from anger to confusion as he knelt down to pick them up. His fingers trembled slightly as he examined the unfamiliar handwriting, his brows furrowing with concern.

"What is this?" Chan asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mixture of hurt and disbelief.

Your heart sank as you realized that there was no escaping the truth now.

"They're letters," you admitted, your voice barely audible as you struggled to meet his gaze.

" No shit. When did you get them?" he replied, holding them tighter by the second.

Your heart sank as Chan's tone turned sharp, his words cutting through the air with a force that left you reeling.

"I found them in Hyunjin's room," you admitted, your voice barely audible as you struggled to meet Chan's gaze. You felt guilty, making it difficult to find the right words to explain yourself.

Chan's eyes narrowed as he processed your words, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "In Hyunjin's room?" he repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity. "Why were you in there in the first place?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing with each passing moment. "I... I had to find out if he was involved," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "With everything that's been happening, I couldn't just sit back and do nothing."

"Look, I know it was wrong," you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. "But I had to do something. I couldn't just stand by and watch while everything fell apart."

Chan's jaw clenched as he absorbed your words, his silence heavy with unspoken judgment.

You tried to explain yourself, desperation lacing your words as you attempted to justify your actions. "But Chan, look," you pleaded, holding up one of the letters with trembling hands. "These letters are from Stay, and they're ones I haven't received. It could be Hyunjin who's writing them."

But before you could finish your explanation, Chan's voice sliced through the air like a whip, cutting off your words with a force that left you reeling.

"Are you serious, Y/N?" Chan's voice was low, seething with a barely contained rage that sent shivers down your spine. "First, you accuse Seungmin, and you were wrong. Now you want to accuse Hyunjin?"

His words hit you like a physical blow, the weight of his anger crashing down on you with crushing force. You felt the sting of his accusations, the bitter taste of betrayal souring the air between you.

"What's next, Y/N?" Chan's voice rose with each syllable, his anger boiling over like a tempestuous storm. "Are you going to accuse me too?"

You could feel the heat of Chan's anger radiating off him, every muscle in his body tense.

"I-I..." you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to find the right words to defend yourself. But the truth was, you had no defense, no justification for your actions.

Chan's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made it difficult to breathe. "I can't believe you would do this," he said, his voice laced with disappointment and betrayal.

"I-I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. But even as the words left your lips, you knew that they could never undo the damage that had been done.

Chan's frustration seemed to reach its breaking point as he took a step back, his gaze flickering with exhaustion and resignation. "I'm... I'm done," he said, his voice heavy with defeat. "I can't deal with any more of this today."

You felt a pang of guilt as you watched him turn away, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his emotions. The air between you crackled with tension, the rift between you widening with each passing moment.

"I'm sleeping in Felix's room," Chan continued, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. "Take the bed, take the floor, sleep outside, I don't fucking care."

With a heavy heart, you watched as Chan disappeared into the hallway, leaving you alone with the weight of your regrets. As the echoes of his footsteps faded into the distance, you were left with nothing but the suffocating silence of your own thoughts.

ઇଓ EP.7 -Truth or Dare

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Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader

RELAXATION

Story: Bi-Han has taken y/n reader as there wife. Ever sense you confessed you had a crush on him sense the mortal kombat tournament as you watched him the competitors on the side-line in outworld. He found you annoying at first, but you didn’t let that stop you and eventually you slowly broke that icy heart. No one else has and he’s only a bit sweet with you, everyone else not really

You use to be one of Princess Kitana close heads of the kingdom. So you were use to many things as well knew a bit of combat, but a bit shy at showing it and other things

Summary: Bi-han was exhausted, as being grandmaster was time consuming and you missed your husband and wanted to do something to relax him

Tags: Fluff, Kinky, slight smut, dom!bi-han, sub!reader, breeding kink, romance

Side-note: I don’t proof reader, but hope you still like it anyway

Y/N was super excited to finally have her husband return. Although you noticed he looked tired and more grouchy then usual.

You were outside tending to your own personal garden Bi-han had his men make for you as you watch him from a far snapping at his brothers before storming off to you and his bed chamber.

Like the curious little person you are approached Kuai Liang and Tomas on the matter

“What happened?” You asked them

“Just another one of brothers episodes. All we were trying to do was help.” Tomas explained

“But all he does is bark insults dismisses our efforts to support him. I believe being grandmaster is taking toll on his sanity.” Kuai Liang finished.

“Let me have a talk with him.” You told them happily, they nodded and you all went your separate ways

Y/n went into there bedchamber’s, you didn’t see him in the bed. So he must have shut himself in his office. Which gave y/n an idea!

You had one of the Lin Kuai maids prepare a meal and bring it your bedchamber.

You started preparing a nice steamy bath lighting vanilla scented candles, that Bi-han loved ever sense you made them. You were pretty crafty when you lived with the princesses kingdom.

You had threw blue flower petals around the bed and some in the bath. You looked in the mirror fixing up your box braids in a nice ponytail. Baby hairs on 10 and adding light makeup.

Y/n wore a nice tight kinky lingerie under a transitional Chinese Hanfu silk garment. She stared at herself in the mirror in amazement

“Well don’t you look like a fucking snack! Bitches ain’t got nothing on this.” Y/n smacked her ass in the mirror before a knock came at the door.

The maids brought the foods and y/n grabbed the tray, and headed straight to her husbands office.

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You gently knocked with your foot on the door, hoping he had calmed down

Your hands slowly getting tired from waiting, he finally responded.

“Who Is It.”

“Your favorite little ice-cycle.” Y/n giggled quietly, because you heard a grunt. Bi-han knew only you would make those corny ass puns related to his power.

When he opened the sliding doors he was graced with you nicely decorated for him, with a tray of all his favorite dishes on it

Y/n noticed Bi-Han’s face softing up, you gave him the biggest smile. “I noticed you seemed a bit frustrated and tired… S-So I thought maybe I could do something to help my grandmaster relax and relieve him of his stress and duties.”

“Ooh, and does my precious vixen have something planned with evening.” Bi-han lifted your chin, you could literally faint from that voice.

“Actually I do, if my beloved grandmaster could follow me.” Y/n grinned walking past him, and sat the tray on the table.

You patted the spot for him to come and eat with you, which he obliged. Although you stopped him and told him that you will feed him happily.

Y/n had them lean back onto them and rest his head between her chest.

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The evening was going nice and smoothly, as you help your husband unwind. After the meal, he bathe you were scrubbing him down and messaging while washing his head. Which he melt instantly into.

Your actions were already getting him excited and hard, and he wanted to just take you right then and there. But you promised him something special once you’ve done all you wanted.

Y/n had him lay on his chest on the bed once he was done. You slowly stripped from the garment and grabbed some cream and special oil sitting it next to you on the side of the bed. As you straddled him on his back.

You rubbed some cream in your hands and began messaging it into and loosening the tightness in his muscles. You loved hearing the pleasure sounds out of him when you gave him messages.

“Does that feel good baby?” Y/n whispered seductively, messaging harder getting a pressure point, earning a ‘fuck’ from him.

You then put some oil on your chest, which was sliding in the middle of your core. You laid your chest on his back rubbing it on his back, while kissing his neck slowly and gently.

Which was the breaking point for him, switching the positions for you. Until you were under, Bi-han straddling your legs. Your hair now undone sprawled on the bed.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy!?” Bi-han glared at you with hungry eyes. You just looked at him smirking and slightly blushing. You weren’t going to lie you’ve been hot and bothered as well, and wet in between the legs.

“No, just trying to ease my husbands frustration… maybe I was so happy to see you come back, I wanted us to have a little fun as well.” Y/n but her lips blushing

Bi-han looked at how you were laid out for him, and was very pleased with your effort. As well as saw it as sweet.

You pulled him down into a passionate kiss, catching him off guard but then he slowly reciprocated making the kiss deeper. He slowly pulled away making you whine slightly, as kisses with Bi-han was heavenly to say.

Although you felt rip your lingerie with one pull. As he spread your legs further, making his member rub against your wet entrance.

“Well why don’t I show my appreciation for you being such sweet considerate wife… I will fuck you until sunrise, till you are passed out and fully marked by me inside and out.” Bi-han grinned wickedly.

“What if I get pregnant?”

“All the more better my love, seeing you walk around my child in your womb is a sight to behold.” He whispered in your ear voice even deeper, with his cold fingers roaming your body and gripping your breast.

Y/n knew this was going to be a long night but it was definitely so worth it

• Month Later •

“I tested positive as pregnant.” You said to yourself in the bedroom alone.

I hope you all in enjoyed it, there may be many text errors but I’m to lazy to proof read lol.

This was my first time doing a Y/N reader x character. Usually mines is like putting people from those worlds together.

But hope you lovely people like it still