#this game lets me do things that are bananas I'm laughing

[galpalaven]

kiri had a photo-op with a fan uwu

[number1mingyustan]

Up To You ☾

boyfriend!wonwoo x virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), oral (m.), brief handjob, cum swallowing, mild praise kink, mentions of virginity loss, this is so dirty yet so cute, oc is confused and horny

Summary: up to you - nct dream & prettymuch

Word Count: 3k

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(a/n: he’s so bf i can’t)

"Stop it!" You scream, giggling out loud as your eyes remain fixated on the colorful screen in front of you.

"I'm not doing anything baby," Wonwoo smirks.

You huff out in frustration as you hold the Wii remote in your hand. Your boyfriend has hit you with another banana peel in Mario Kart and is nearing the finish line of the third and final lap.

You're no longer trailing right behind him, and two cars has already sped past you. You start driving again, rushing toward the nearest mystery box. It spins before giving you a King Speed. You spam the button, passing the two characters that sped in front of you. You're quick, but not quick enough to pass Wonwoo, who has already zipped past the finish line before you.

Your body slumps into the couch with exhaustion. He's just too good.

"One more game," You demand.

Wonwoo lets out a chuckle. "You said that two games ago."

"I mean it, one more game and I'm gonna win. One more."

Wonwoo shrugs, refusing to wipe the smirk off his face before selecting 'New Game' on the screen. He leans back against the couch and reselects his favorite character, Toad. You choose Toadette and a pink motorcycle. Your glider and wheels match in the same bright shade of pink. He even lets you choose the map just to "give you an advantage."

The screen counts down from three and both your characters start racing across the screen, leaving behind all the NPCs as you focus on the race between the two of you.

As expected, you're no match for him the second his character touches his first mystery box. With each passing lap, the distance between your characters on the mini-map grows further.

You throw out red shells, skillfully aiming the green ones, and the person in ninth place even throws a blue shell at some point during the race. But he holds his spot in first place nonetheless.

As expected, he wins, ranking himself first and you second. He leans back into the couch with the same stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"You cheated!" You exclaim, hitting him playfully.

"This isn't even the kind of game you can cheat in baby, either you got it or you don't.

"Not fair," You mumble, childishly dropping the controller onto the couch.

"Aw don't be a sore loser," He grins. "You almost beat me a few games ago."

You ignore him, pouting harder and crossing your arms.

He leans over, holding you by the sides and begins tickling you. You can't help but react, squirming in his arms and laughing. "Stop!"

He doesn't let up and you continue squirming in his arms. You climb on top of him, pinning him down and interlocking your fingers with his. "You've made your point," You say breathlessly.

"Sure you're not mad at me anymore?" He grins, pushing his hands against yours lightly.

You chew the inside of your lip, eyes looking up and to the side as you contemplate. "Mostly."

His hands unlock from yours and rub up and down your sides lightly. He tilts his head up, allowing his soft lips to meet yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, reflective of the intimate position the two of you are currently in. He can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his sweatpants in the intimate position. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Your lips curve up at the sound of his words. "Only if you do what I say.

He sits up, holding you securely on his lap.

"What is it that you want baby? Tell me," He whispers against the shell of your ear.

It's a bold question, not that you mind it. But it's still pretty early in your relationship and you and Wonwoo are still taking things fairly slowly. It's been a few months, but you haven't had sex yet.

You've gone further than kissing a few times, but things have remained relatively innocent between the two of you. Touching beneath the belt wasn't off the table, but it certainly was a new thing in your relationship and it didn't happen often. He's usually more hesitant about being suggestive around you since you're still a virgin and he doesn't want to rush anything.

Nonetheless, your body goes warm at his suggestive tone. You feel yourself throb and shift yourself on his lap. The little bit of friction causes a soft moan to slip from your lips.

"I want you to make me cum," You whine. Your voice is quiet but filled with desperation.

He's holding himself together, but his head is spinning. His heart starts beating faster as anticipation runs through his veins. There's a small wet patch forming on your panties and he can feel it pressed against his hard cock.

"You want my fingers?" Wonwoo asks.

You nod in response to his question eagerly. His cock twitches beneath you knowing that you want him, need him. You look up at him with round eyes. They're so innocent yet filled with lust and desperation.

His thoughts are flooded with you. You're always on his mind, to tell the truth. But you're clouding his mind even more and making his head spin. You have such a strong effect on him.

He lifts your hips up, pulling your white cotton panties off and tossing them onto the living room floor. You bring your bare crotch back down onto his lap, one of his oversized jerseys covering your body

Silently, you guide his hand into your mouth, sucking on his fingers and making them wet. His breath catches in his throat as you suck on his fingers.

He turns you around on his lap, pressing your back onto his chest. He holds you still with one of his arms wrapped around your frame.

He wastes no time plunging his soaked fingers into you. His digits slip into your folds easily, curving up deep into you. Your back leans further into his chest. His broad frame supports you from behind and his cock twitches in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Ah fuck–" You gasp, moaning out.

Your back arches as his fingers stretch your cunt.

"Motherfucker–" He groans lowly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly from your folds. You whine and shift uncomfortably in his lap. You can't see, but his brings his fingers to his lips. He spits onto them, lubricating his fingers more. It drives you crazy. He really didn't need to, not with the way you're soaking his fingers and sweatpants already. But there's something so lewd, so filthy about it. It's turning you on so much.

A smack lands on your cunt as his damp fingers return to where you need him. You shift in his lap again, brushing against his hard cock. He slips his fingers back into your wet cunt, this time thrusting his fingers into you faster than before.

He's restless, curving his fingers perfectly and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a squeal, resting your head back against his shoulder as your back arches.

You gasp for breath, moans getting caught in your throat as he fingers you. The squelch of your cunt fills the living room. It's filthy, and you fucking love it. Your eyes roll back and you cry out when his fingers press against your g-spot.

"You still with me gorgeous?" He asks.

"Hah– mhm," You nod.

Your body tenses in his lap as your hips roll into his fingers to their own rhythm. You struggle to control your body, overwhelmed with pleasure and rapidly chasing your approaching high.

He hums in satisfaction. "Gonna give you want you want now." He mumbles against the shell of your ear.

He doesn't need a response to know how badly you want this. His fingers pick up in pace, continuing to brush against the sweet spot inside of you.

A groan escapes his lips as you continue rolling your hips against his fingers desperately. He wants to ruin you, so badly. The sight of you in his lap right now is sending his mind racing. The thoughts clouding his mind alone could make him ruin his sweats untouched.

Your nails dig into the couch as you desperately squirm to find something to hold onto. Your eyes screw shut as you gasp for breath.

"Wonu–fuck–ah!" You groan. He places more pressure on your inner falls, wrist movements coming to a halt. He presses his fingers into your sweet spot, allowing you to continue fucking yourself on his fingers as your high has your head spinning.

You clench around his fingers tightly. You whine and cry out, vision going white as your pussy throbs around his fingers. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you come down from your high.

He leans his head back against the couch and sighs. His adam's apple is prominent and he uses his middle and ring finger to push his glasses up on his nose.

You climb off his lap, face growing hot when you see the wet stain on his grey sweats. "Sorry," You apologize.

He looks down, eyes drifting to where yours seem to be focused on. He lets out a breathy chuckle. " 'S okay baby, I don't mind."

He leaves a playful smack on your butt as you walk away toward the bathroom. He adjusts himself in his sweatpants, thoughts of you still flooding his mind.

You enter the bathroom, closing it behind you. You clean yourself up, but the sight and feeling of his hard cock flood your thoughts. You'd be lying if you said he didn't satisfy you, but you're still undeniably horny. You splash your face with some cool water to distract your mind.

You make your way back to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch. He pulls you back onto his lap comfortably and changes the tv setting from the Wii to Disney +.

He scrolls mindlessly through the options. "You hungry? I was thinking we could order in."

You're having an even harder time focusing now. He's still sprouting a semi beneath you

"I wanna return the favor, Wonu," You blurt.

"I was thinking Thai–oh," Wonwoo clears his throat.

He shakes his head and presses a kiss on your cheek from behind. "It's okay baby, you don't have to worry about me."

"No I want to," You admit. "I'm still horny, and I wanna make you feel good too. Please?"

He's having an internal battle with himself. It feels like things are moving a little quickly, but who is he to deny you? Especially when you're in his lap practically begging him.

He licks his lips slowly, contemplating a response. Thoughts of you have been clouding his mind doing exactly this and he can't help but be selfish and indulge.

"Fuck... okay," He agrees.

You tug at his sweatpants excitedly. You lifts your hips, pulling his underwear and sweats down to his knees in one movement. You sit back down on his thighs, eyes fixated on his dick.

He's only sprouting a semi, not nearly as hard as when he was fingering you early. No biggie.

You tilt your head down, spit falling down onto his cock from your mouth. You start stroking him. He's big and heavy in your hand, it's a little intimidating at first.

But you adjust quickly, finding a steady rhythm. You feel him breathe out in relief at the feeling of your hand. You feel a newfound sense of confidence build inside of you.

Your hand runs along his length, feeling the thick veins on his cock. You can feel the way he grows in your hand, twitching as it rises to full length and hardness.

The tip is flushed pink and dribbles out precum. He lets out a soft curse.

You couldn't help but let your mind imagine how it would feel inside of you. You knew you weren't ready for it yet, but you couldn't help but imagine it. If it was anything like his fingers earlier, you could most certainly consider the possibility of taking your relationship to the next level.

Although, you know it'll hurt. Wonwoo is big, incomparable with his fingers. You know he'd take good care of you, do everything in his power to ease the pain and make you feel good.

His hips jerk when you swipe your thumb across the sensitive tip. He spurts more precum and groans at the sensation. You're practically drooling at the sight of him.

Wonwoo is never this reactive. He's always been more of the calm stoic type. But you're bringing out another side of him, and it's turning you on like crazy.

"Wanna suck it," You breathe out.

Wonwoo tilts his head back into the couch. His hand covers his face as he holds himself back. "Holy fuck..." He breathes out shakily.

You climb off his lap, dropping down to your knees.

"Take your time... Don't wanna hurt you–ah" He moans.

You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. You taste the precum on your tongue, swiping it across his sensitive tip. He holds himself back from thrusting his cock all the day down your throat. He grips the couch tightly, sinking deeper into the leather beneath him.

He's trying so hard to be a good guy and do the right thing. But fuck, you're making it so hard. He doesn't wanna give you more than you can handle, but the sight of you right now makes him want to ruin you.

Your hand doesn't leave his cock, continuing to stroke him as you take the tip into your mouth. You start off bobbing your head slowly, running your tongue along the bottom side of his length.

He groans, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and helps to guide your head. You're careful not to let your teeth drag, focusing on making sure he feels good.

"Fuck, gorgeous," He groans. "What are you doing to me?"

His words shoot straight to your core. You press your thighs together and take his words as encouragement. You take more of his length down your throat, allowing his tip to touch the back of your throat.

"Holy shit–" He moans. "You're so good, fuck ah–"

He grips the leather of the couch harder, digging his nails into the material to restrain himself from fucking your throat. He gasps and moans, allowing a few curses to slip from his lips.

You continue stroking him, taking more of his into your mouth. You bob your head a little faster, saliva thoroughly coating his length. His tip continues to touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag and tear up.

You stop for a moment, coughing as you wipe your tears and catch your breathe.

"You good?" He asks.

You nod. "I'm good."

"Take your time baby," He coos. "Don't need to rush it."

You nod again before taking him back into your mouth.

You pace yourself, starting slow and progressively growing quicker and more confident with your moves. He guides you using the makeshift ponytail, making sure you don't get ahead of yourself again.

Your other hand cups his balls, making him let out a throaty groan. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth and hand. "I'm close, baby" He warns you.

You remain steady in your movements, prioritizing his pleasure. His cock throbs once more before his body jerks. "Oh shit–"

He lifts your head off of his cock with your hair and grabs his cock with his other hand. He strokes himself to finish, shooting his load into your mouth. Even overwhelmed with pleasure, he doesn't spurt any of it onto your face.

He groans once more as he comes down from his high. He lets out a breath. "You can spit it, don't feel pressured to–"

Before he can finish his sentence, you swallow his load with ease. His cock twitches at the sight, but he prioritizes you. He dresses himself properly and lifts you back onto his lap. You face him, resting your head on his chest.

He holds you securely, rubbing his hands along your back softly.

"Was that okay?" He asks, continuing to draw circles on your back.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He looks down at you, seeing you nibble on your bottom lip pensively.

"You sure?"

You nod hesitantly.

He can tell there's still something on your mind. You've just got that look on your face.

"What's bothering you?" He asks.

You shake your head, burying your head in his chest. He lifts your head, softening his tone with you. "Hey, talk to me."

You frown. "I don't know.... like I feel like I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not sure."

"To have sex?" He asks.

You nod. "I don't know if I'm just getting ahead of myself or if it's really what I want. I'm just a little scared, but I think I want to."

"I get it, but we won't do it unless you're 100% sure. I don't wanna jump into anything prematurely and have regrets. Doesn't matter how much you're on the fence, it won't happen unless you're in it 100%. You hear me?"

You nod. "Thank you Wonwoo, you're the best."

He kisses your cheek. "Just for you."

"I think I'm just overthinking it cuz I'm still horny," You confess.

He leans back into the couch and lets out a breathy chuckle. "Shit Y/n, you're insatiable."

You grin. "Just for you."

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[canirove]

The invinsible princess | Chapter 3

“First times”

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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“Knock, knock.”

“Mum, hey.”

“May I come in?” she says from my room's door.

“Sure” I smile. 

“So…” she says, sitting down on my bed. “You are leaving again.”

“It's just for a few weeks, mum.”

“A month. And then it's the summer holidays and you are also going away with your friends and I don't know when I will see you again.”

“Don't be that dramatic, mum” I laugh. 

“The house is gonna be so empty without you and your sister…” she continues . “Though I guess we should be getting used to this. To you spending more time away and following your own path. You aren't our little girls anymore, you are women now.”

“Don’t let dad hear you saying that” I chuckle.

“I won't” she smiles. “But Sofía… Is there anything going on?”

“Uh?”

“Lately you've been… I don't know. Different.”

“Different?” I ask as I keep packing my bag.

“Yes, like… I don't know how to explain it, but you look different. Happier.”

“Well, I am happy.”

“Because you aren't invisible anymore?”

“What?” 

“Sofía…” my mum says, taking a deep breath. “I know that's how you've been feeling all these years. As if you weren't important to us, as if everything was for your sister and we were ignoring you. As if you didn't matter, as if you were just a second choice. But you do matter, Sofía. You do.”

“I know” I whisper, playing with the necklace Pedri gave me over Christmas. Touching the little banana charm has become something I do mostly without thinking when I am nervous or feeling a bit anxious, something that helps me relax.  

“And now… I don't know. You've spent most part of this year constantly going to Barcelona and staying with your aunt and your cousins, looking the happiest I've seen you in a long time when you come back, and I can't help but feel like… like…”

“Like?”

“Like they are giving you the love you deserve. The love your father and I have failed at giving you.”

“You haven't failed me, mum” I say, looking at her.

“Haven't we? Because I can't remember the last time I saw you smiling like this. Well, I do. When Spain won the Euros” she chuckles. “You had the same sparkle in your eyes after the boys came to visit us.”

“The same sparkle?” I laugh.

“Cheesy, I know. But it's the truth” she shrugs. “Both things aren't related, are they?”

“What?”

“Your aunt Cristina has a theory but… Nah. Forget about it.”

“A theory?” I ask her. “What theory?”

“Well, she thinks you are dating someone in Barcelona, and that he may be either one of your cousin's teammates or a Barça player from the football team. One Irene seems to fancy.”

“What?” I laugh, hoping that my reaction will hide the fact that my aunt is right. Kind of.

Because Irene actually fancies a guy who plays handball with her brother, and since I owe her for helping me when I meet with Pedri, now I'm doing the same for her and accompanying her to his games.

“You two go watch your cousin play handball all the time and also go to the Camp Nou pretty often. And then you alone disappear most weekends and don't stop by the house. You say you are meeting with friends, but she suspects it's because you are staying with a boy.”

“That's… I…”

“Ferran!” my mum suddenly says.

“Ferran?”

“That's the boy Irene apparently likes. Are you dating him? I saw you looking his way when they visited us. He is quite handsome.”

“I'm not dating him, mum” I chuckle. “And I wasn't looking his way.” Though I was, because Pedri was obviously next to him. 

“I wouldn't mind if you were” she shrugs. 

“Really? He is… a football player.”

“And?” she says. “I was just a tv news presenter when I met your father.”

“Yes, but… But you had a degree. Most football players have struggled to finish high school.”

“Sofía, as long as you love each other and you have a healthy relationship, I don't care about what the person you choose does for a living. But whatever they do has to be legal, of course” she says with a playful smile.

“Of course” I reply, also smiling. 

“Does this mean there is a boy, then? Is your aunt right?”

“I… ummm…” I say, back to playing with my necklace.

“Got it” she winks. “Am I right about what I was saying earlier too?”

“Uh?”

“About you going to Barcelona so often not just because of a boy, Sofía. I think you are doing it because of me and your father. Because here with us you feel alone and lonely. Because here it is all about your sister and getting her ready for her future. And when we do something together as a family, like going to an event the four of us together for example, it also ends up being about her. So I understand it, Sofía. I understand if you've felt left behind and invisible, and now in Barcelona you don't anymore.”

And the thing is… that she's right. That in Barcelona I've found what I didn't have in Madrid, and not only because of Pedri. 

My aunt Cristina (my dad's sister) has basically adopted me and has been taking care of me as if I was another of her kids (she has four, Irene and her three older brothers). She has set a room just for me, and a box with things she knows I like (like my favourite chocolate or some of my favourite skincare products), is waiting for me in my bed every time I go back. And every day I share at least one meal with her, Irene, her brothers or all of them at the same time, something I'm not used to and that I've always missed back in Madrid. The laughs, the bickering between my cousins, the catching up about how your day has been… With my parents it mostly is silence or talk about work, even when Leonor is at home.

And speaking of work, I've found myself working on something I actually like, which isn't easy being who I am, invisible or not. 

My aunt takes care of some charities and foundations created and sponsored by the crown, and while Irene is at uni, Pedri in training and I'm bored at home, I usually accompany her to her meetings and help her with everything she may need as some kind of assistant. That's how I've found myself taking care of the foundation named after my sister, one that is focused on young people and helping them in anything they may need. And I… love it. I love it all, from coming up with new ideas for charity events, to meeting the kids and teenagers who are part of the foundation and spending time with them and helping them with whatever they may need, to even doing all the paperwork. 

Last time I was in Barcelona for example, I helped a group of kids with their homework, and once we were finished we spent most of the afternoon playing together, all of them going back home with a big smile on their faces. Them and I, to be honest. 

On this trip, among other things, I'm going back for an event with Barça's foundation that I've managed to organize thanks to Pedri's help, and I am so looking forward to it. You should have seen the kids’ faces when I told them about it, they couldn't believe it. I can't wait to see their reaction when he actually shows up and surprises them. 

And now that I mention him again, things are going so well between us… I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming, that everything I'm living and feeling with and for him is real. That I'm… that I'm in love with him even if I haven't found the guts to tell him just yet. 

What I have had to guts for, tho, is to say yes when he asked me to be his girlfriend, and he did it just a couple of weeks ago while he was away with the national team in Germany. 

Since it was the first official game Spain was playing after winning the Euros and Germany kind of is special for us, I went to watch him play. It wasn't an official visit, so as usual, going unnoticed was the easiest thing in the world.  

After the game we managed to have a sneaky date, and it was perfect even if we didn't leave my hotel room. Carlos was the best and helped us with everything, and even though he has to deal with us constantly being cheesy and too touchy when we are together out and about, I think he is starting to get used to it. To us being together.

“I'm sorry, Sofía. I'm sorry we've made you feel like that. That we've ignored you and neglected you the way we have.”

“Mum, I…”

“But we love you, Sofía. You know we do, don't you?”

“Of course I do, mum! I've never doubted that.”

“Then… do you forgive us?” she says, getting up and walking towards where I am standing. 

“There is nothing to forget, mum” I say, taking her hands on mine. “I know you were doing the best you could. And being invisible isn't that bad sometimes” I shrug.

“You aren't invisible, Sofía” she says, squeezing my hands. “You are a remarkable young woman, one I am very proud of. One both your father and I are very proud of.”

“Thank you, mum.”

“Ugh, come here” she says before hugging me. 

“Mum, can you… Can you squeeze me a bit less tightly, please? I can't breathe.”

“Oh, sorry” she says, still not letting go of me. “See how you aren't invisible?”

“Yeah” I chuckle.

“Though I hope you aren't using that excuse to do things you shouldn't. Like sneaking out to see that boy…”

“Mum…”

“Oh, look at the colour of your face” she laughs. “Will you tell me more about him if things get serious between you two?”

“I will.”

“Good” she smiles. “Now, do you need any help packing? You know I'm an expert. And maybe we could put on some music while we do it? I'm so out of the loop with what you girls like... Last thing I remember is One Direction, and I believe they stopped making music together years ago.”

“You are a bit out of date, yes.”

“Then… May I help you pack?”

“You may” I smile. “Thank you, mum.”

“You're welcome” she says, kissing my cheek.

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“Look at him. He never pays attention to his hair, and now he's been looking at himself in the mirror for the past five minutes” Ferran chuckles.

“His girlfriend is coming to see him play. He has to look royally good” Fermín says.

“I can hear you, you know?” Pedri says, trying to tame a lock of hair that keeps sticking out. He should not be bothering so much with it, he's about to go into the pitch and after a couple of runs it'll be ruined. But Sofía is on the stands, and he wants to look good for her even if she always says that she prefers his hair when it is messy.

“She is still coming to my birthday party, isn't she?” Fermín says.

“She is. She actually got you a present” Pedri says, giving up with his hair.

“A royal one?”

“Will you ever stop with those jokes?” Pedri says, rolling his eyes.

“Ummm… no” Fermín smiles.

“Don't worry, Pedri” Ferran says, putting an arm around his shoulders and messing his hair with his other hand. “He will go all shy when he meets her and won't say a word to her the whole night, you'll see.”

“I already met her when we went to the palace after the Euros, you know?” Fermín says.

“Yeah, and you weren't able to look up her shoes” Ferran laughs. “So don't worry about him, Pedri. Just focus on the game and scoring a goal to dedicate to your princess.”

“Ferran!” 

“What? Many people call their girlfriends princess as a cute nickname” he shrugs. “No one has to know that yours actually is a real one” he smirks.

“Yeah, well.”

No one from the team knew about Sofía. No one but Ferran, Fermín and Gavi, of course. And Pedri was expecting to end the season like that, with not having to tell anyone else. 

They only had four more games left. Four games, and he would be able to go on holidays with Sofía. 

They had booked a little house in the south in France to be alone and celebrate their anniversary since they had picked the date they met at the Euros for it, and he couldn't wait to go there and just disconnect. To spend his days waking up and going to bed next to her, cooking their meals together and eating them in the garden while they talked about the most random things, going for walks together without worrying about someone recognising them, to watch the sunset together on the beach, and basically enjoy her company and… well. Her. 

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“Guys, finally! Where were you?” Fermín asks us when we walk into his house. Or shouts, because the music is so loud and there are so many people…

“There was traffic” Pedri says.

“What? I left after you did and the roads were the same as always after a game” Gavi says, joining us.

“And you left before Ferran, and he already is here” Fermín adds.

“Is he? We should probably go say hello to him, you know how he gets if we…”

“You are not going anywhere until you tell us where you were” Fermín says, stopping Pedri.

“We… umm…”

“We had to wait until Carlos had checked the party and made sure it was safe for me” I say.

“What?” both Gavi and Fermín say, looking my way.

“It's the usual procedure” I shrug. The usual… with my sister. With me things are more chill. “He says thank you for making it a party with no phones, by the way. It makes his life easier.” Which isn't a lie.

“I… umm… you're welcome?” 

“Anyway, why don't we get ourselves a drink? What do you want, Sofía?” Pedri asks me, trying to escape from his friends. 

He's been worried about them not behaving properly in front of me since the day I confirmed I would be attending the party. When I've met them on their own it's been fine, they all are really nice guys. And Fermín actually got a bit teary when I gave him his birthday present earlier after the game, which was really cute.

But Pedri fears that once they all are together and have drank a bit, they may get too cocky and say something they shouldn't in front of me. But not because he is hiding things from me or anything like that. Our phone conversations are so long that by now we basically know everything about the other when it comes to boys, girls, relationships, crushes and hook ups. He worries more about… embarrassing things and stories. 

“Look who is finally here!” Ferran says behind us, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and the other around Pedri's. “What took you so long?”

“Sofía’s bodyguard had to check if the house was safe” Gavi says.

“What?” Ferran laughs. “Did you seriously believe that?”

“It is the truth.”

“And I'm blonde, Pedri” Ferran laughs again. “Guys, haven't you looked at them?”

“What do you mean?” Gavi asks with a confused look.

“Swollen lips, the neck of Pedri's t-shirt is a bit crooked, Sofía isn't wearing lipstick and she was when we met them at the stadium… These two were late because they were making out in his car. Maybe doing more than that” Ferran smirks.

“No!” Fermin gasps, his eyes going wide. “You guys are late to my birthday party because you were too busy fucking?”

“Language, bro!” Gavi says, elbowing him and nodding towards me.

“You can swear in front of me, Gavi. It's ok. You should hear the things I say sometimes” I chuckle. “And we weren't fucking. We just had a quick make out session because my boyfriend here scored an amazing goal and we had to celebrate” I smile, looking at Pedri. “Besides, sex in his car isn't too comfortable.”

“Sofía!” Pedri gasps. Now he is the one whose eyes are about to pop from their sockets, his cheeks turning bright red.

“What? It's the truth, you've said it yourself” I shrug.

“You are lucky he got rid of the Mini before he met you” Ferran laughs. “Because if you find this car uncomfortable…”

“And I'm lucky I already got my driver's license and I don't need Pedri taking me everywhere” Gavi says.” Having to go training with him every day in that car knowing that you two have… you know…”

“Can we please talk about something else? Like, we are here to celebrate Fermín getting older, not to discuss details about my personal life” Pedri says, letting go of my hand and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so pissed… 

“Exactly!” Fermín says. “Let's go get us some shots to celebrate. Follow me.”

“Pedri…” I say as the others start walking away. But he doesn't hear me… or doesn't want to. And I'm pretty sure he dodged my hand when I tried to touch his arm. “Great” I sigh before following him.

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“To the birthday boy!” Ferran says once we all have our tiny glasses.

“To me!” Fermín smiles. 

“Pedri, where are you going?” I ask him when he finishes his shot and gives Gavi his glass, walking away and completely ignoring me. Again.

“Oh… trouble in paradise…” Fermín chuckles. “Ouch! Why did you hit me, bro?”

“Do you seriously have to ask?” Ferran says, nodding towards me.

“Oh, umm… Sorry, Sofía.”

“It's ok. I'm… I'm gonna go talk with him. Take this” I say, giving my glass to Ferran.

“Sofía, do you want me to go with you?” he offers.

“This is my mess, Ferran. But thank you” I smile before leaving him and the others and starting to look for Pedri among all the guests. How can Fermín know so many people?

“Hey, I know you!” a boy says, stopping me when I make it to the garden. 

“I don't think so.”

“Of course I do! You are the hot princess!”

“The what?”

“Yeah… Bro, what is the name of the princess?” 

“Leonor?” one of his friends says, not even bothering to look at me.

“Nah, not the one with an old lady name. The other one, the hot one!”

“Oh, Sofía.”

“Yes, Sofía! You are her, aren't you?” he smiles.

I am the hot princess? What? Since when?

“I'm afraid you are mistaken me with her. Besides, what would she be doing at a party like this?” I chuckle.

“Yeah, you are probably right… You still are really hot, tho” he smirks.

“Thank you. But now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my boyfriend” I say, giving him my best fake smile, the one I usually use at boring events. 

“Burn!” his friend laughs, some other people around us joining him. 

“Boyfriends can break up, you know?” he says, ignoring them.

“I know” I sigh. Mine may be thinking about that right now. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. And thank you for the compliment.”

“You're welcome. And princess or not, you know where to find me!” he says as I walk away.

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“Ferran… Fer… Ferran” I say, tapping on his shoulder. “Ferran!”

“Shit!” he says, turning around. “Sofía?”

“Hi, yes. Sorry for interrupting” I smile at the girl he was making out with. “But I can't find him.”

“What?”

“I can't find… you know” I whisper, not saying Pedri's name just in case the girl has recognised me. “I've looked everywhere and I can't find him. And I don't want to call Carlos and ask him if he has seen him leave, because I know the look he will give me, and I can't deal with my bodyguard telling me I told you right now.”

“You have a bodyguard?” the girl asks.

“That's how she calls her older brother” Ferran quickly says. “But are you sure you have looked everywhere for him?”

“Yes” I nod. “I fucked up, Ferran. He got mad and now he has left me and…”

“Sofía, hey, no. We are gonna find him and you will fix things.”

“I hope so. Because I… I… you know.” I love him.

“I know” he says. “He does too.”

He… what?

“Do you mind if I go help my friend find her boyfriend? They had a little argument and… you know. But I'll come back and I will make it up to you. I promise” Ferran says to the girl with a smile that could make anyone fall at his feet. 

“Ok” the girl says before whispering something in his ear. “Don't take too long.”

“I won't, I promise. Let's go, Sofía” he says, taking my hand and basically dragging me behind him.

“What did she tell you?” 

“Oh, you don't want to know, Sofía. You don't want to know…”

“Ferran, I may be a princess, but I'm not a delicate flower like the ones you read about in fairytales.”

“That's what I've gathered after some things Pedri has told me” he says as he suddenly stops, making me almost crash into his back before he starts walking again, leading us upstairs. “But I am a gentleman, Sofía. What she said will stay between her and I.”

“Sure” I snort.

“Ok, fine. I may tell the boys some details about it. And… this way” he says as we go up another set of stairs.

“Ferran, where are we going?”

“I assume you checked all the rooms on that floor while looking for Pedri.”

“I did, yes. And saw things I didn't want to see.”

“Been there” he chuckles. “Did you come to this floor too?” 

“I did. But all the rooms were empty.”

“Did you go into the attic?”

“There is an attic?”

“There is” he says, opening a door I hadn't seen earlier since it has no handle. It is one of those kind of hidden on the wall, one you have to push to open. “Fermín basically uses it as a storage room, but it has a balcony with amazing views and Pedri has always loved it. So if he hasn't left the party yet, he's up there.”

“Aren't you coming with me?”

“It is an attic but there are no spiders if that's what you are afraid of. Pedri would never go there if that was the case” he chuckles. “And this is something you need to do on your own, Sofía.”

“I guess, yes” I sigh.

“Good luck” Ferran says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

“Thank you” I smile. “And good luck to you too. Though I think you won't be needing it with that girl.”

“We'll see” he says before walking away.

“Ok, Sofía. You can do this” I say, taking a deep breath and going up the stairs.

Like Ferran said, the attic basically is a big storage room, boxes of gym machines, shoes and random bits and bobs scattered everywhere. At the end of it there is a big glass door that lets in enough light to illuminate the room without having to turn it on, and that door is currently open, letting the music and the voices from the party come in.

As I get closer to it, I can see someone sitting on the floor, his legs hanging between the bars of the balcony's railing. 

“Pedri?” I call.

“Bloody hell!” he screams, hitting his legs as he tries to get up.

“Sorry, I'm sorry. Are you alright?”

“I may wake up with a huge bruise on my knee tomorrow, but I'm fine” he says, massaging his leg. “What are you doing here, Sofía?”

“I… I was looking for you.”

“To embarrass me a bit more in front of my friends?”

“What? No! I just… I… I'm sorry.”

“I was looking forward to this party, you know?" he says after a few seconds in silence. "Actually, we both were. We had agreed on wanting to spend some time with the boys and have fun like any people our age would do, relax a bit before the end of the season and before we can go on holidays just the two of us. And as you also know, my only worry was that the boys could start behaving like idiots and saying things that they shouldn't, embarrassing me in front of you. I've spent the whole week telling them to behave, that if they actually were my friends, they would do it for me. Little did I know, that it would be you the one embarrassing me in front of them.”

“C'mon, Pedri. It was just a little bit of banter between friends.”

“Banter that made me uncomfortable, Sofía” he says, standing up. “You know how much they've been teasing me about you and our relationship since we started seeing each other. And you also know that even if they aren't doing it to be mean, it bothers me. Because I may be a worldwide known football player, but you are Spain's fucking princess. Yes, the second in line, but still a princess. And sometimes I can't help but feel… I don't know. Small next to you.”

“Pedri…”

“I know what you are going to say. That I'm not small. At least not in the way I'm thinking” he chuckles, his smile quickly disappearing. “But just as you struggle with feeling like your whole life you've been invisible to everyone despite me telling you that that's not true, I struggle with this. With sometimes feeling like I'm… not enough for you. And those insecurities came back earlier when we were with the boys. Because you are comfortable and confident enough to openly talk about such personal things with anyone, but I'm not. One thing is doing it between us, in private, and another with and in front of my friends. Like, it takes ages for Ferran to get something out of me and I know I can trust him with my life!” Pedri says, running a hand through his hair. “And I thought you knew that and understood it, Sofía. So when I saw you talking about it with them… Well. It hurt.”

“I'm sorry, Pedri. I truly truly am. Because I do know you feel that way and I understand it. I do, I swear. I should have known better and just shut up. But I didn't and I kept talking because I'm an idiot. I am a fucking idiot” I say, kicking an empty shoe box. “And I'm not trying to excuse myself but I just… I don't know. I guess I was just too excited because we were doing something normal with your friends. And then you have to add the game and your goal, the make out session in the car and… I don't know. It's like I was drunk in happiness and I got carried away and… I'm sorry.”

“Yeah” he whispers, neither of us saying another word for what feels like an eternity.

“I guess I should go back home” I finally say. “Carlos will probably be glad when he sees me. You know he didn't agree with any of this. With us.”

“Wait, what?”

“He didn't like the idea of us coming to a party with so many people, and he's never liked the idea of us together. He's started to get used to it, but since that misunderstanding when we met, I know he has never fully trusted you. So I guess he'll be happy knowing that it is over.”

“Over? What are you talking about, Sofía?”

“We have broken up, haven't we?”

“What?” Pedri laughs.

“Isn't that what just happened?”

“Of course not!” he laughs again.

“Then… umm…”

“Sofía, we haven't broken up” he says, taking my hands on his. “This has just been our first real and proper fight as a couple.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Just that?”

“Just that” he chuckles.

“Then you aren't… I mean… Are you…”

“I'm a bit pissed and also disappointed, but that doesn't mean I want to break up with you. It only means we need to keep working on our relationship. Keep talking and telling each other how we feel, what we think, what worries us.”

“Oh... I see.”

“So clever and bold with some things, and so naïve when it comes to others, Sofía…” he says with a teasing smile.

“Could say the same about you, Pedro.”

“You could, yes” he laughs. “Looks like we are made for each other.”

“Yeah” I say with a shy smile. Here I am once again, feeling my face getting warmer by the second just because he has said or done something cute. “There was something Ferran told me before he helped me find you…”

“He helped you find me?”

“He did. I had been looking for you everywhere and couldn't find you, started to freak out, and had to interrupt him while he had his tongue down a girl's throat.”

“Wow” Pedri laughs. “Did she at least take it well?”

“She did. And if she had doubts, the smile he gave her sent them all away.”

“Oh, I know that smile. It is a dangerous one that has broken many hearts. But what did he tell you?”

“He… I mean… I implied something, and he said that so did you.”

“What?”

“I… Ok” I say, taking a deep breath. “I basically told him that I love you but without using those words, and he said that you…”

“I love you too, Sofía” Pedri smiles.

“You… You do?”

“I do” he nods. 

“That's… umm… ok” I say with a nervous laugh.

“Too many emotions in a short period of time, uh?” he says, moving one hand to cup my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. A cheek that is obviously burning.

“Definitely. I've gone from thinking we were breaking up to telling you I love you for the first time and you saying it back in what, five minutes?”

“Something like that.”

“Fermín said that his birthday party was going to be an unforgettable one, and he wasn't wrong. He probably had something different in mind, but… Did I tell you that some random guy recognised me? I obviously told him he was mistaken, that what would Princess Sofía be doing here. But he said that I was the hot sister. Me! And he also said that Leonor has an old lady name, which is pretty funny and…”

“And you are rambling, Sofía.”

“Am I?”

“Yep. And even though that guy was right when he told you that you are the hot princess, proving once again what I always tell you about being invisible… You, my lady, also are rambling” Pedri smiles, the fact that he has used his nickname for me making all my doubts and fears disappear.

“Another thing we have in common, then” I say. “You know, you may be right, and we may be made for each other.”

“We are made for each other” he corrects me. 

“Even if I sometimes I'm an idiot and have a bit of a big mouth?”

“Even so” he chuckles. “I love you, Sofía.”

“I love you too, Pedri” I say before kissing him.

[irisintheafterglow]

ENEMY FRAT!GETO PT 2 WHEN IM OBSESSED

RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW BABY

cw: swearing, mentions of eating

"i can't believe you're sneaking me out of my window like a fucking damsel."

"with all due respect, i can't exactly just knock on your front door," he chuckles quietly under his breath. his hand hovers respectfully beside your waist as you hop down from your window, the other hand unwaveringly steady in yours. you both wince at the crunch of your shoes on the crisp autumn leaves, as if the foliage wanted to rat you out and reveal you were sneaking around with the sorority's worst enemy. "very elegant landing," he teases and you stick your tongue out in response.

"next time, let's just use the main entrance," you mutter, keeping your fingers laced in his and dragging him to the side gate. "you don't even have to step on the porch; i'll just say i'm getting picked up by someone."

"your sisters would tear me like a banana peel as soon as they saw my car," he reminds you, pulling his hand away to open the passenger's side door. "and i won't say i don't like the thrill of this whole debacle." he carefully closes the door as quietly as humanly possible and creeps around the front like a cartoon burglar. you shake your head in light-hearted exasperation and his mouth becomes a smirk as he slides into the driver's seat. you suddenly curse under your breath, moving to reopen the car door. "what're you doing?"

"i forgot a jacket and we're gonna be outside, so-" you're barely finished with your thought before he's tugging off his crewneck and tossing it in your lap, just as he did during the halloween party. when you pull it over your head, it's warm like a space heater and rich with his cologne. he's left in an equally enticing black tee and you stare out the window to fight the fire on your face. "thank you."

"mhmm," he hums absentmindedly, as if giving you his clothes was as natural as blinking. he starts the car with a jerk of the key and pulls out into the neighborhood, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other floating just above your thigh. you gently push it onto your leg and his thumb rubs circles against your skin. "any thoughts on where to go tonight?"

"i'm a little hungry; i've been working on a midterm for hours," you suggest and he nods in agreement. as if on cue, a soft but persistent rumbling sounds through the car and you can't help smiling. "seems like you need some food, too."

"my beautiful date was taking a little long to get ready, unfortunately," he remarks with a sly sparkle in his eye and you roll your eyes.

"you're the one who showed up twenty minutes early," you argue, giggling at the panic that coursed through your body when you saw his car pull into the driveway. his eyes met yours through your bedroom window (you were grateful for having a room facing the street, for once) and you played a minute-long game of charades to tell him to leave. in the end, your hand practically slapped the call button, urgently whispering to park around the corner until your sisters left for a party. "i was so scared they were going to come out with sledgehammers and wreck your car."

"suddenly, it's a crime to be punctual," he laments melodramatically. "you gonna put on music or are we gonna sit here in silence? i don't mind either." the sarcasm in his tone doesn't escape you and you wonder again why, exactly, you kept letting him sneak you around like a secret royal lover.

"you are so indirect, geto suguru." he snorts out a laugh while you plug your phone into the aux cable of his car.

"last time i was direct, a guy ended up on the floor."

"true. any requests?"

"you know i like anything you play," he replies so tenderly that your brain short-circuits momentarily. "except for that musical shit. i'll only do that when we're at karaoke."

"speaking of, am i still invited to that karaoke thing tomorrow night?"

"of course, you are." the car pulls into a fast-food drive-thru and he rolls down the window. you're grateful that he gave you his sweater when the chilly air blows through the car. "and, before you ask, no. they're none the wiser."

"alright, that's good. is your roommate gonna be there, too?"

"satoru'll be there, yeah, along with a few guys a year younger than us. they're cool so you don't need to worry about them," he reassures you before leaning out the window and ordering all of your favorite items off of the menu. after dragging you out of the sorority house so many times, he'd memorized your favorite things and could read you instantly to know what you were in the mood for. he was nothing like your sisters insinuated his frat to be. "i'm excited that you wanna go," he says while you're eating in the parking lot. you have french fries scattered across your lap, but he thinks you'd never looked more beautiful.

"i'm just nervous that someone's gonna recognize me," you admit and he shakes his head.

"they won't give you shit if i'm there," he states with absolute certainty. "i'm the strongest, remember?"

"why is it that, whenever we're together publicly, you're somehow fighting for my honor?"

"you act as if i don't enjoy it," he replies with an arrogant smile. "i'll be your hero anytime, sweetheart."

"i can't believe you have such a large ego for such an unassuming demeanor." he scoffs and shoots you a mischievous look.

"you know what else is large-"

"alright," you stammer, shoving a chicken strip into his mouth to shut him up. "that's enough from you."

"hey, you're happy to be out with me, right?" your eyebrows draw together at the seriousness of his voice. it makes your heart race and your palms become clammier.

"of course, i am. i've never been happier."

"good, because i wanna keep doing this."

"doing what?"

"being with you."

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[solaarbeeam]

IT AIN'T MY FAULT

streamer! inumaki toge au. fluff and crack, gn! reader

a/n :: mostly to get me back into the swing of things with writing, i HAVE been thinking abt this for a while now tho so i hope you enjoy !! i hope it's not too horrible.

It was one of the few times Toge had let you on stream, mostly because you chose not to get into the public eye when it came to things like that. However, Toge had been nothing but respectful about it, and as such, his fans only caught glimpses of you on Instagram posts or him texting you during streams.

However, this time, you had to break your own rule. Why, you may as yourself? Because Toge has been talking shit and you can't let that slide.

"You know what? fine. If you wanna keep talking all that shit, then let me get on stream and beat you in a game your chat chooses."

Now, Toge is aware that you don't really play games as religiously as he does, and you being on stream physically is something that never happens. You prefer to be out of eye shot, and he can respect that.

But he cannot, in good faith, let you talk shit like that and NOT fry you in a game. As such, he agreed to let you on stream.

Then, the chat went wild.

mc1303xx : WAIT THAT'S HIS PARTNER????

rumiwuimilumi : I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HIM PLEASEEE

Of course, they got jokingly muted by his twitch mods, in true Inumaki Toge fashion. You simply laughed and sat down on his bed.

"Alright chat, so basically, my partner over here has throwing shade in my face for the entire week, and threatened to beat me in a game of chat's choosing. So, mods will set up the poll, and then we can get started."

"You yap too much. I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Shut the fuck up."

"No, you."

"Talk to the hand."

"You are so fucking sassy."

"You love me."

"I do, but you're a little bitch."

His chat ended up choosing Mario Kart from the choices on the poll. He gets out his Nintendo, passes you the controller, and turns it on. His chat's going wild, probably the most active and loud his chat has been.

"YOU DID NOT JUST THROW A BANANA AT ME-"

"OH YES THE HELL I DID, NOW EAT MY DUST."

Gifts and Subscriptions are through the roof, stress levels are high and Inumaki is about five seconds away from throwing his switch controller out of the window as you hit him with a green shell for the fifth time.

Eventually, he did get past you, which led to demonic screeching on both ends. After all, you did proclaim that you were gonna beat him. Got to back up all of the smack talk, right?

A green shell.

An accidental derailment off the race track.

A banana.

It was a constant back and forth in what felt like one of the longest games Toge has ever played, which says a lot. In the end though, it came down to a well placed green shell that wasn't even aimed at him.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT NO!!"

"YES! SEE I FUCKING TOLD YOU I WOULD WIN!"

Just like that, his chat goes wild the minute you cross the finish-line. Toge gets up, jaws dropped and eyebrows raised in shock. You jump up, and proceed to start talking smack in his face again.

Deep down, he's really glad that you had fun. However, he has a reputation, and if you're going to keep talking smack, he's just going to have to talk smack back.

Regardless, he loves you, and as long as you had fun trashing him in Mario Kart, he's happy as well.

@kissagii

© solaarbeeam 2024

[jackles010378]

Don't lick your lips 👄

A simple game turns into something naughty, and finally releases some undisclosed feelings 😏🔥

(Warnings: smut! )

Rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen, you couldn't find a single thing to make dinner for you and the guys, so you decided to go shopping and stock up on groceries and a few other things for the bunker.

Cas and Jack had gone with you as Sam was busy with Eileen and Dean was working on Baby claiming the oil needed changing and some other things needed to be checked over.

Walking down the stairs to the bunker, you were laughing at something Cas had asked you whilst you guys were out shopping, which for the whole ride back he didn't shut up about, "all I'm asking is why is an orange called an orange, and so why can't a banana be called a yellow? If they were named after the colour of it surely it makes sense it should be called yellow?". Sam and Dean were sitting at the table in the kitchen having a drink when they heard you still laughing at Cas.

You started putting the groceries away and placed a tray of doughnuts on the table next to the boys. Dean tried to sneak one out of the box but you saw him and told him he'd have to wait til after dinner.

The puppy dog look he gave didn't work even though you found it irresistibly cute. You had realised in the past year you had developed feelings for the eldest Winchester. But you knew he would never go for someone like you. You saw the women he left the bar with, slim and gorgeous. You were well let say average and carried a little extra weight. You were happy with how you looked, but knew Dean would never like you the way you liked him.

After you all had finished eating the spaghetti Bolognese you had made everyone, you placed the doughnuts in the middle of the table. You saw Dean's eyes light up. He went to open the box but you lay your hand flat on top of it "hey y/n, you said we could have these after dinner, well, it's after dinner" you pulled the box towards you as you say staring at those gorgeous green eyes " I suggest we play a game" you said looking at the 4 men sitting at the table with you. They all looked puzzled at you as you started to explain " so we all gotta eat a doughnut" Dean cuts in "yeah bout time too" you pulled the box back " nah ah ah, not so fast Dean, like I was saying, we all gotta eat a doughnut but you can't like your lips" Cas looked at you "that's physically impossible to not lick your lips it's an impulse you have to" you looked at Cas "it's just a game Cas to see who can refrain from doing it" "oh, ok".

You, Jack, Sam, Dean and Cas all picked a doughnut and started eating. Straight away Cas lost, licking his lips instantly "see I told you". Then it was Jack, he licked as the jam went sliding down his chin. Sam followed jack, he didn't like how much sugar was on the doughnut and claimed he'd have to run an extra 5 miles to burn off the calories he had consumed.

So that left just you and Dean. You sat opposite from each other, staring at each other as you both continued to eat. With every bite, Dean couldn't take his eyes off your mouth, the way the sugar coated them, the way your mouth fit round the sugary treat as you took a bite. He had fallen for you a while ago, but never had the guts to tell you to your face. All he could think of right now was how he wanted to lick the sugar off your lips. It caused him to cough slightly and his tongue poked through and swiped across his bottom lip. "Ha, you just licked your lip, I win" you stated as he threw his half eaten doughnut on the table. You thought he would try and claim he didn't but he just raised his hands in defeat "you got me sweetheart, you win".

Dean got up from his seat and got himself a beer, grabbing one for you. Cas, Sam and Jack had gone off to their rooms leaving you and Dean alone in the kitchen. As you were about to get up to clean your face, Dean came and stood right in front of you, pinning you between him and the table. Dean reached past you to grab a napkin. He offered it to you to which you took it from him.

You were about to wipe the sugary powder from your lips but Dean pulled the napkin away and crashed his lips onto yours. Shock ran through your body, you had frozen in place. He felt you standing there, completely still, as he pulled back to look into your eyes. He could see your wide eyes staring back at him and how red your cheeks had gone. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Your lips looked delicious" he said with a smirk on his face. For a moment Dean thought he had ruined his friendship with you. He went to walk away but you stopped him by grabbing his shirt. You pulled him back in for another kiss, smiling into it you felt Dean relax and let out a sigh whilst he kissed you softly but with all the passion he could muster. You pulled from the kiss, looking straight into his eyes "sorry but your lips looked very kissable, I've wanted to do that since I met you".

A slight blush dyed your cheeks, Dean wrapped you in his arms kissing you harder as he lifted you to sit on the table. His hands were trying to grip every part of your body. Your thigh was nestled in-between his legs as you felt his bulge getting bigger. Dean broke from the kiss to look at you, making sure you wanted the same as him. You nodded. You made your way to his room, not once letting go of each other.

As soon as the door was closed, Dean was right by you, kissing you so hard it almost knocked you off your feet, he pulled your shirt off as you unbuttoned his flannel. It shocked him to find you had been braless the whole time. He then moved to the button on your jeans as you did the same to him. Almost in unison you both let your jeans pool on the floor by your feet, kicking them across the room. Dean lay you gently on the bed as he stood between your legs, slowly pulling your underwear down. He then removed his boxers and hovered over the top of you, kissing his way up to your neck. You let out a slight moan as he found the sweet spot on your neck, your hands ruffled through his hair.

He pulled back slightly, looking at you, not quite believing what was about to happen. You placed your hand on his cheek "don't back out on me now Winchester, I've dreamt of this moment for so long, wanted you for so long. Please, fuck me..." As soon as you stopped speaking, his lips were kissing you roughly as he slipped deep inside of you. Dean let out a groan of pleasure as he felt your walls squeeze every inch of him, how warm and wet you were for him.

He'd felt nothing like it before. All this time he was out chasing tail, he could've had you like he's always wanted. Dean rested his head on your shoulder as he filled you completely. You nudged him whispering in his ear "move, please Dean, move for me" at that he started off slow. He wanted to savour every moment of this, him sliding in and out of you, the moans you were making, your breathing speeding up and hitching when he found your sweet spot. When he saw your eyes roll back he knew you were close. He could feel you pulsating around his cock.

He started to thrust faster, chasing his own orgasm. His fingers trailed down your abdomen, slowly finding your clit as he started to rub at it. Your back arched into him as his thrusts started to get sloppy "oh god, Dean, fuck I'm gonna cum". He looked at you, sweat covering your face as he hummed at you, "let go for me sweetheart, lets do it together, I got you, let go for me" with one last hard thrust you were coming undone underneath him as he was in ecstasy above you. He didn't want to take his eyes off you as you came beneath him. He thought it was the most beautiful thing and sound he'd ever heard.

He rolled off the top of you as you both tried to get your breathing under control. Dean pulled the blanket over you to which you thought was sweet of him. He turned to look at you as his hand came up to your face to brush a strand of hair away that was stuck to your face, you grabbed his hand and placed a kiss in his palm "so, I think I'll be buying doughnuts more often if this is the outcome" you said with a giggle "but seriously, Dean, where does this leave us" you said gesturing with you hand between the both of you. Dean lent up on his side, his head resting on his hand, his other hand slowly drawing circles on your stomach "y/n, this means that I wanna be with you, I've always wanted to be with you" you rolled towards him kissing him deeply "you took your time Winchester".

(I hope you guys enjoyed this, I was eating a doughnut and this story came to my mind lol and then I remembered the episode of Dean eating a doughnut and all I wanted to do was lick the powder of his lips 😏🔥😆)

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Mechanics as Bits

EDIT:

Freddie Foulds over on Bluesky found the post for me! It was a Chris McDowall post: Alien Dojos.

This is now a fan post about the genius that is Alien Dojos.

Every martial art described there (for use with Into The Odd) has a resolution mechanic that involves doing something tactile with dice, beyond just rolling.

For "Bafistan Fist Fighting" each punch is a d6, "rolled" by "throwing them into the air and punching them"---but you have to punch them in such a way they still land on the table; if you miss your punch, or punch them off the table, that's a failure.

Or, how about "Five Way Stick":

Initiate: When fighting with a Martial Stick (d6, Bulky) stack 5d6 in front of you and try to flick the top die from the stack. If any other than the top tie fall, fail and treat the roll as 1. Continue down the stack until you fail or choose to stop.

These are:

Functional subsystems (clear resolution mechanics);

Thematically appropriate to fiction they are meant to represent (little minigames of player dexterity to resolve character actions involving martial arts);

Physical spectacle (at the very least you will be focused on the "roll", if not dodging flying dice);

Goofy as shit (a virtue in itself).

I want to make rules like this.

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Today I spent a few hours watching this Alien-abduction themed actual play of Dread, on Smosh. I liked it a lot! More than I thought I would!

(Please don't laugh at me too much for my very vanilla Internet media consumption! I am an old, and very uncool. Today I was watching YouTube between digging up banana corms.)

I almost never watch actual plays, mind you. I tried Critical Role and bounced right off; I have seen maybe two Dimension 20 sessions ever; the last AP series I followed really was HarmonQuest, which was---what, the twenty-teens?

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Watching the Smosh Dread thing got me wondering:

How often do mechanics / system talk come up in the course of big mainstream actual plays?

I don't mean:

"Pull from the Jenga tower." (simple resolution mechanics); or

"I cast Fireball!" (diegetic, arguably)

But:

"Okay so let's look it up. Fireball is 20ft x 20ft, and *doesn't* set stuff on fire." (non-diegetic rules clarification); or:

"You have four 'Mercury' symbols, and from last round you have the "somebody will betray you" narrative trigger, let's consult the relevant oracle table ..." (complex resolution mechanics)

This analysis by Trilemma of the transcript of a Critical Role episode [and additional commentary by Thomas Manuel] goes a ways towards answering how much general rules talk occurs, though it doesn't make a distinction between the types of rules talk in the sense I'm thinking of.

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Here's a (totally untested) hypothesis:

If actual plays are edited / watched for the uninterrupted flow of action / banter / emotion at the table (as ones geared towards general, non-TTRPG-enthusiast audiences like Smosh and HarmonQuest certainly are);

and:

If certain kinds of complex mechanics tend to divert attention into cul-de-sacs of meta-narrative detail, interrupting said flow of action / banter / emotion (these are generally absent from the APs I can sit through, or at least edited out);

then:

The games that work best for actual play are basically party games, with light and (more importantly, for this post) VISCERAL resolution mechanics:

Jenga-d suspense;

The sleep rituals in stuff like Werewolf;

An overdramatic rock-paper-scissors game; etc

Or, alternatively, they are games whose systems can get out of the way enough to function like party games. I'd argue that D&D counts as one such game. It is go-to mainstream TTRPG actual play system because yes, of Name Brand Recognition---

But also because it is possible to not play with any actual D&D rules (and therefore avoid the tedium of looking up what stuff like Conditions mean) and still be playing D&D culturally.

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Basically:

How suitable a tabletop roleplaying game is for actual play depends on how easily its mechanics can function as bits or performances, in the improv sense.

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So this is very shaky ground for me; I don't watch actual plays and I am talking out my ass. But through the sewage of my bullshit is perhaps the firmer ground of a design opportunity, maybe?

Namely:

Could we be designing TTRPG mechanics as performances / for performativity?

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I'd argue that Dread is so well-known because its simple core mechanic is a novel for precisely this reason: you and your friends enact your suspense around the Jenga Tower physically and viscerally (even if it is anxious silence), for each other (if not for an outside audience).

There is the sense that you are acting. Doing something.

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How else could we manage this?

Rolling dice or revealing a card are already performances, technically---but for our purposes here I'd argue that they are very "small"; they don't have enough presence.

How can we treat dice rolls with the pomp of ritual, construct more ceremony around a card-based resolution system?

Boardgames are already good at fun counters and tactile props and click-y dials---but these are also small, in that they live mainly on the table. You are still sitting on your ass.

Props that make you get up! Rulesets that necessitate play-fighting!

LARP totally fits. Throwing pouches and yelling "Magic Missile! Magic Missile!" 10 out of 10 no notes.

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Finger games (rock paper scissors; lat ta li lat ta li tam pong; thumb war) fit.

A chase scene in fiction resolved by a game of tag is maybe too on the nose, but also fits.

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I've been trying to find this blogpost I vaguely recall, that proposes exactly the kind of thing I'm thinking about.

It suggested a list of unusual fighting styles (or maybe martial arts) for D&D. It has stuck in the substrate of my mind because the proposed fighting styles all had non-standard, action-based resolution mechanics.

Ie: the GM tosses a handful of dice; you (the player) try to punch as many of them in mid-air with your fists; how many you get determines how many hits you score in fiction.

Something like that. Imagine that goofy shit at the table!

I can't find this post any more. Does anybody else remember something like it? Help! I want to find it again!

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(3.1k) written work + SMAU :: warnings: cursing

Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.  

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?” 

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?” 

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.” 

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him. 

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows. 

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes. 

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly. 

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam. 

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers. 

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.” 

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.” 

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!” 

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest. 

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation. 

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him. 

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room. 

 Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”. 

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. 

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation. 

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders. 

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security. 

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently. 

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck. 

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.” 

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own. 

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?” 

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.” 

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.” 

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold. 

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him. 

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids. 

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze.  “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face. 

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed. 

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers. 

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?” 

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers. 

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns. 

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume. 

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep. 

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a  discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.” 

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself. 

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows. 

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk. 

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. 

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about. 

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.” 

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later. 

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep. 

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Jjk theories / opinions / thoughts part 3 uwu (they are becoming more stupid and less coherent, let's go)

-Gege began the rumor about sukuna drinking his own milk. It is TOO MUCH OF SOMETHING GEGE WOULD SAY I cannot be convinced otherwise

-Gojo's twink death happened in the prison realm

-kenjaku was involved in founding the star religious group. He's already been making pacts with sorcerers for a thousand years, so putting him in the Nara era isn't a stretch. We already know he made several attempts to interrupt the star plasma vessels. (yes I blame him for every thing ever. His fault. And I think he'd rather watch things crumble than do the work directly bc then it's like a game, unexpected things happen and it's more interesting. Bro is always playing games even with curses smh)

-Hakari would have started a fight club to fund Kirara's transition. Idk if the higher ups would have had issues w trans students or just with Hakari's unconventional domain and methods (not hesitating to lose a foot bc he'll get it back, for example), but Gojo called them a lot of variations of conservative idiots so it seems likely I think. And they left the school before she even came out, bc Panda didn't know.

-kinda unfair that Yuta gets to transfer into Gojo with his best outfit on, he didn't have to dress like Edward Cullen for years to get there (pls don't get offended I swear to God it's a joke but also I do kinda feel this way lmaoooo)

-how the fuck do nanako and mimiko's technique work? They're twins right? I get the feeling like Mimiko can't use one on her own, but she likes to threaten people with her doll and Nanako can hang people with it. I rly wish we got to see them more (I want to believe they survived sukuna bc Geto would have prepared those girls to stay safe, maybe there's just a time lag or something pls)

IN THE AIRPORT SCENE there's even Toji but those girls are not there so that gives me hope I kajahxkakdn (I get that maybe it's Gojo's mindscape but how would he have known that Haibara showed up to Nanami? It's not just his imagination imo, those girls are alive, I need them to be.)

-I miss rainbow dragonnnnnnnn I'm so sad and still mad at toji (despite my theory that he lost himself bc the worm is banana fish I'm just bitter lmao)

-I'm so fucking sad that we didn't get to see Hanami's domain. So I made one up myself but I don't have a name for itnkajsxjskmax I just think Hanami needed a redemption arc like Choso got :(((

-the other dubs are so fkn good that when I'm tired of it I'll just play that shit in another language. The first minute of the series in French tho made me laugh so hard I had to change it. But the exchange event in German was so good

-remember when Megumi brought out Max Elephant against Noritoshi Kamo? It's like. He knew that the blood manipulation weakness was water. Maybe that's a benefit of growing up in one of the 3 major clans.

-I feel like no one ever talks about how Megumi lost Orochi AND one of the demon dogs that was with him since he was a kid when he also watched Sukuna rip out Yuuji's heart. Like we all talk about how he gets more upset over losing animals than people but all 3 of those events at once... I was rly sad at first bc I wanted to see the snake more too.

-Megumi's head bleeding in every fight for most of the anime is meant to represent that his weakness is in his head.

-when it's raining, that shows that the characters are up against something bigger than they are prepared for. (I made a whole list of every use of water and its symbolism but God I feel insane)

-the shibuya arc hurts less to watch after the first 5 times (I think? I'm on My 9th watch and I think 2 1/2 read. It's hard to keep track at this point)

-I want to see the extended mahoraga vs sukuna fight in theaters I'm so jealous oh god

-I cannot be convinced that a single character in this show is heterosexual. Everyone is gay except for hakari ig but he's an ally so

-I think that Miguel and Larue might be together but idk

-kinda weird that no one mentioned nanako or mimiko (like how no one mentioned todo and he was fiiiiiine I knew he was having fun in the culling game the whole time)

-despite how much I love hanami, my favorite animated Gojo scenes are when he is exorcising them. The English dub especially oh god

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Top 5 kiss game

The lovely @befuddledcinnamonroll tagged me in this and I took some thinking lol. I'm much more about those kisses that make your stomach do that little pleasant flipping thing than I am about 'hot' or heated kisses. Some of these *are* heated but that's not why they're there. (Also, the Bad Buddy rooftop kiss has my entire whole heart forever and ever but I've tried to pick ones that are less talked about but that still drove me bananas.)

Rules: create a poll with five of your all time favourite onscreen kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join in!

Oh Naughty Babe. You either loved it or hated it and I bloody loved it. Max/Nat just have something that is so deeply deliciously romance novel and it pays off so well in this scene.

Like in the movies is just a beautiful piece of art that I will absolutely never be over. These two kiss like they know its not going to last. Like the whole show it's horribly beautiful and deeply melancholic.

Not Me is the drama where I finally understood Off and the OffGun chemistry in this one absolutely sings. These two have done so many softer, teen dramas that I think they get overlooked in the kiss department and it's a shame because they really bring it.

My Beautiful Man is a controversial drama that plays with very Japanese tropes. But, whether it's for you or not, it really cant be denied that the promise, devotion and intense love that's conveyed in this scene is perfection.

This whole scene. It's not a high heat kiss but it's devoted and loving. “I have something I want to let you know. I love everything about you. I love your voice. I love your eyes. I love your nose. I love your mouth. I love your teeth. I love your body. I love your hands. I love when you talk. I love your smile. I love when you laugh. I love when your happy. I love the way you are.”

Well this took bloody forever 😂

I tag: @emmajanereading @ririnya7 @spicypussywave @lamonnaie

[giggly-squiggily]

Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #4

The Blue Lock brain rot is severe in this one lols

-Isagi is touchy in the sense of always fixing or adjusting something on those around him. Stray hair? He's smoothing it out. Jersey's all bunched up in the back? He's tugging it straight. Shoe's coming undone? He's dropping to the ground and tying them for you. The team like to tease him about being a mother hen, but really; where would they all be without him?

-Bachira is great lyricist but a terrible singer. He can make up some really good lines and verses if he tries hard enough, but they never really sound right. Reo offered to sing them for him once, as did Aryu- they formed their own little group they called "The Wisteri-AHHs!" The band broke up not too long after when they couldn't decide on what to call their first single.

-Nikko cried in the locker room when he heard The Wisteri-AHHs broke up. That was his big One Direction moment. (He also cried when One Direction broke up.)

-A lot of people speculate Sae was the one to introduce Rin to the horror genre given how much his younger brother idolized him in their youth, but paparazzi once caught sight of him playing MySims on his switch and that idea was quickly dismissed.

-On that note Sae hates horror movies and gets ridiculously jumpy after enduring such things (Shidou is a big fan- every other movie night has at least ONE cheesy horror film from the 80's/90's- those are the only ones Sae will sit through).

-Chigiri can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his mouth. Isagi tried to copy him and proceeded to choke. Bachira tried to tie a banana peel into a knot with his mouth once. Ego has since put a ban on doing such things.

-Reo is a HUGE Wicked fan. He knows all the steps and words to every song (His favorite is Popular- he likes to sing that while getting Nagi up and out of bed) and will belt out Defying Gravity if given the opportunity. Raichi will claim it's annoying but he's secretly a huge Wicked nerd as well and will occasionally join in with Reo's antics.

(Season 2 character mentions below the cut!)

-Otoya one time convinced Karasu that waxing his armpits would make his arm-span range better. The result was him laughing himself sick in the bathroom while the bird man struggled to rip the wax strip off. He may have cried when Yukimiya-beyond over their bullshit- ripped it off for him.

-Isagi unironically thought Oliver was in his late 30's when he first saw him during the U-20 match. When he found out he was only 19 he accidentally blurted out "in dog years?" No one ever lets him live it down and Oliver has yet to recover.

-Yukimiya can make a variety of animal sounds ranging from dolphin chirps to monkey screeches to an expansive list of bird calls. He and Nagi make a game out of it, much to Rin's annoyance.

-You know that vine "Stop saying I look like chicken little, he's dumb and a coward, and I'M NOT A COWARD!"- that's Karasu whenever someone says he looks like Kaito from Danganronpa.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Fictober 5 - "It's a new day, let's go"

"Come on, Leia. We're gonna be late to homeroom again." Nikki impatiently shoved at Leia's backpack, as if she could move her along faster.

But the smaller girl's chunky Doc Martens dragged along the sidewalk, resistant. Nikki dropped her arms, exasperated, and headed off to the upperclassmen entrance. The others gathered around Leia.

"I can't go in there again," Leia moaned. She nodded at Point Place High School, looming ahead of them. "Not after what happened yesterday."

Ozzie sucked on his upper teeth. "It was pretty embarrassing," he agreed.

"I slipped on a banana peel in front of the entire cafeteria. A banana peel. What am I, a cartoon?"

"You sound like a cartoon," Ozzie muttered under his breath.

"Oh, gee willikers!" Leia exclaimed. They'd reached the entrance way of the school, and a large insect scuttled away from their feet. "That's the biggest roach I've ever seen!"

“The biggest roach you’ve seen yet,” Gwen pointed out. “There are some pretty gnarly ones in the locker rooms. Welcome to public school, Leia!”Gwen grinned, and threw her arm around Leia's shoulders.

Leia shuddered. There weren't many things she missed about the private, Catholic school her parents sent her to in Chicago - not the nuns, or the uniforms, or the daily mass. But she did miss being in a place she understood, a place where she knew the rules of the game. This was a world where everything was new to her. At least she had her friends here to show her the ropes.

"Leia!"

She perked up when she heard his voice. That was one other, important thing that was here. Her boyfriend.

Jay bounded up to the gang, knocking Gwen's arm off Leia's shoulder so he could hold her instead. Gwen threw him a nasty glare.

"Wanna walk to homeroom with our hands in each other's back pockets?"

Leia gazed at Jay dreamily. Hearts were practically popping from her eyes. They both missed Gwen's eye roll.

"Yeah," she breathed.

They wrapped their arms around each other and started to walk towards Mrs. Buchinski's room, but a horde of jocks swarmed them before they got too far.

"Hey look," one laughed. He was pointing at Leia. "It's banana split!" The other boys all roared in approval. Leia blushed.

"Oh, get killed Greg." Gwen slammed into Greg, shoulder checking him easily into a locker. His cronies chuckled nervously. "It would do us all a favor," she snarled.

Greg fixed his preppy clothing, popping his shirt collar pointedly at Gwen. Then he jerked his chin at Jay.

"She's dating you?" Greg smirked. "Can't say I'm surprised." He nodded to one of his cronies. "How many times has Klumsy Kelso fallen off the water tower, again?"

"Gotta be at least a dozen."

"Actually, it's sixteen times." Jay responded just as coldly, his jaw set. "That's a Point Place record."

"Jay - " Leia tugged at his arm. "Let's just go."

"Try not to trip on anything on your way to class!" Greg called after them. The other students in the hallway snickered.

"Try not to cry too much about your mom's pill addiction, Greg!" Gwen retaliated, causing an 'oooooh' to ripple through the hallway. They tore away.

"You can't show them any weakness, Leia," Gwen coached. "It's a dog-eat-dog world out here." Jay and Ozzie nodded along.

Leia's face contorted in fear. "Don't show my weakness? Gwen, I'm all weakness!"

"Like a little bunny," Ozzie agreed, shaking his head sympathetically.

They'd reached the door to Leia and Jay's homeroom. Gwen grabbed Leia by the shoulders assertively.

"Oh, no you're not." She shook Leia roughly. "Show me the Leia who blackmailed Mama into giving us the tap."

Jay joined in. "Yeah. Show me the Leia who intimidated Party Animal into signing Nate's belt."

Gwen tapped the center of Leia's forehead. "Show me the Leia who convinced her mom to let her stay here. Twice."

Her friends' words were working. Leia felt her self-confidence growing. "You really think I can do this?" she checked, her eyes flickering hopefully to Gwen's. "You really think it will be okay, that they won't laugh at me?"

Gwen returned her eager look with a smirk.

"Oh, I didn't say they're not going to laugh at you." She patted her best friend's shoulder. "I just said you can handle it."

Leia wavered. "B-but yesterday - "

"It's a new day, Leia. Let's go."

Jay's hand slid through hers, and somehow, she felt ready for anything.

[queer-little-demigod]

small things you do (percy jackson)

summary you spent your entire life protecting him, but when the time came, he couldn't protect you.

fic type angst/hurt

pairing percy jackson x fem!sister!reader

word count 1.5k

warnings tw! major character death, no happy ending, sibling death, sadness, reminiscence, mentions of percy hallucinating, it's just really sad, keep tissues around.

masterlist

dividers from this post of @cafekitsune! be sure to check them out!

note flashbacks are all in italics and blue, your ghost speaks in bold. This is set before Sea of Monsters, but after Lightning Thief.

The day was bright, it was the week he was allowed to be home from boarding school. The sky was cloudless, cornflower blue, and the sea was just as vivid. The cabin was warm, it felt like home to him. He heard his mom in the kitchen, making blue cookies, he heard you singing horribly into a ladle pretending it was a microphone.

"Y/n, stop, you suck at singing!" He'd said from his perch on the kitchen island.

As usual it earned him a playful noogie and a laugh from you.

"I know I suck, Perce," you'd said. "But what kind of sister would I be if I didn't annoy you from time to time?"

Here he lay on his bed in an empty cabin, staring at the ceiling. That was a whole summer ago. It was a whole summer ago that he had teased you about your ridiculous singing abilities. He'd wanted to do it this time, too. But he couldn't.

He was dying on the inside. He was numb, he was hurting, he didn't know what was going on. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Yet at the same time he felt like he was drowning in them.

A child of Poseidon can't drown, but the sea he was thrashing around in, trying to stay afloat, was his grief.

'Let it go,'

He heard your voice in his head, he thought he saw you sitting on the bed beside his, he could've sworn on any god to name that he saw you in that dark blue flannel you adored, the one your girlfriend Janine had given you, sitting on the bed with that lopsided smile on your face.

He felt like he was going crazy.

'I can't,' he thought. 'If I did, that would mean I'm letting go of a part of me,'

"Perce, mom said I need to get groceries for her, you wanna come with?" You'd said, knocking on his bedroom door after he'd gotten in trouble at school again.

"No," he'd said, clearly in a sour mood. He chucked his baseball against the wall and caught it again, looking utterly dejected.

You didn't take his 'no' as an answer. You instead heaved him up off his feet, ignoring his protests, and dragged him to the store.

"Honestly, I hate bananas," you'd said randomly. "Bananas are such brainless fruits,"

He'd tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

"Like, think about it, they have skins that peel away completely, they're uninteresting, bland, and they're exactly like that trashy science teacher of yours, " you'd nonchalantly said. "Characterless, stupid, and plain outdated,"

That had made him laugh. You alway sknew one way or another, how to brighten his gloomiest days.

"Let's grab some nice blue food colouring and vanilla ice cream," you'd said, putting in as many candies as he'd liked into the shopping cart. "And then we can go home and make our own type of sad-day sundaes, and be sad together. How does that sound?"

"I like that idea," he'd grinned broadly. "How'd you know that's what I had in mind?"

"I'm your sister, Perce," you'd winked at him. "I always know."

He was back to reality, in his cabin, maybe seeing your ghost beside him. Cruel mind games, of course.

"Why'd you have to take the fall?" He asked, staring at your silent 'ghost'. You shrugged, leaning your elbows on your knees, hands clasped together.

"I have to protect you," you said. "Always. No matter the cost."

"I could've saved myself, firstly, and the cost, was your life!"

"I know. And because of that cost, you're here today, alive,"

The first time you'd come to his rescue was way back when he was around five years old on the playground, and you were ten.

A few nosy twelve year olds had decided that picking on a random kid on the swings seemed to be a good idea.

Till Y/n Jackson made them regret it.

"You gonna cry?" One of the 12-year-olds had asked Percy after having shoved him off the swings. Taunt after taunt till he was reduced to tears.

However, just as you had noticed him on the sandy, disgusting ground, you stood up and marched over to the boys with a look of such fury on your face that it rivalled even Sally Jackson's.

The dialogue for him was a blur, because he was having trouble focusing in the moment with the amount of shouting and yelling.

All he remembered was you grabbing one of the boys' hair and slamming their nose into your knee before the punches rained down on you.

He stood in the kitchen, icing his head where he'd hit it on the ground after being shoved off the swings, while his mom patched up your bleeding nose, cut-up knees, and bloodied knuckles.

"--Twice your height, two years older, what were you thinking?" Sally asked, in her usual tone. No anger, just curiosity. She always sought to understand rather than reprimand.

"I wasn't," you said in the plain way you always did. "I just knew they hurt my brother."

"Don't you know how much you're hurting me now?" He asked, glaring at you. "I can't sleep, because I see you screaming at me and Grover to run. I can't think properly without hearing your stipud voice in my head, I can't even live peacefully because I know that you didn't make it past the barrier that day because you had to distract the minotaur. The minotaur that wanted me."

He was angry now. He was burning with anger like the fire that burned in Ares' eyes, like the fire that melted the metal in a forge. He wanted to hit you, he wanted to claw out your eyes, he wanted to grab your wrist that day and make you run with him.

"I know, Perce, I know," you smiled calmly. "But regretting that day, playing it back over and over like a broken record won't make me come back."

"I hate you for that," he said. He felt the tears, he felt his dam breaking. He felt himself start to go under. "I hate you so much for just standing there in the rain, screaming for me and Grover to run. I hate you for not being able to block the minotaur's hit. I hate you for leaving me here alone!"

A small smile spread over your ghostly features. "Honestly, I know you do. You're angry, Perce. You're angry with me, and you have every right to be. But think: if I had made it that day, would you have figured out how to make a name for yourself here at camp on your own?"

That day was the worst day of his entire life, hands down.

The rain was coming down in sheets, the minotaur was roaring loudly, having already crushed Sally Jackson's body into golden dust.

"Percy! Grover!" Your voice came through the torrential rain's loud rush, and the deafening claps of thunder overhead. "Run up the hill! I'll hold off the minotaur!"

"No! I'm not leaving you!" Percy had said indignantly. "You're coming with us!"

"If I do, then all three of us are just about as good as DEAD!" you'd exclaimed, prying his hand off your wrist.

You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his head quickly. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me! Just GO!"

"Y/N--"

"I'll meet you in the morning!" You'd winked, before shoving him back towards Grover and charging at the monster, your fierce battle cry echoing through the rain.

You didn't meet him that morning. You didn't see him at all, because you were carried in on a stretcher with a white cloth draped over your body. Red bloodstains showed on the spotless cloth, and you lay motionless on the bed in the infirmary while one of the older Apollo kids prepped you for cremation.

Percy's heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.

He tore his throat open screaming, he made his palms bloody and knuckles red with the amount of times he clenched his fists and beat at the ground or wall.

His whole heart felt odd, beating at a rhythm which was unfamiliar to him. He felt like his arm had been chopped off, like one of his organs was missing.

His heart was beating, blood flowing, his pulse in his neck, but he wasn't alive. Not really.

His skin tingled with the weight of your hug, he felt the ghost of your lips against his temple. He hated the feeling, but he wanted it to linger.

"You always protected me," he whispered to your ghost. "But the one time I had to protect you, my sister, I couldn't."

"Because protecting me wasn't your job, Perce," you said. "You loved me, that was enough."

Before he could reply, he blinked and your ghost had vanished.

He didn't have you to hug him, tell him it was alright, then take him for ice cream. He didn't have you to dust him off and patch your own wounds up later. He didn't have you to tease about horrible singing, he didn't have you.

He just had the small things you'd do.

hi! it's me, lea! i hope you enjoyed this oneshot, and feel free to request! i apologise for how sad this was, i'm in my sad writing era now, tee hee :> i love you all!

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 41

thank you to everyone who's keeping up with this longass, slow to update story!! i'll keep updating the pinned post on my blog just in case some of y'all prefer to wait a while to read several chapters at once, i know they short 😅

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

(i'm assuming you still want tagged in these?)

Your mind should’ve been reeling over the fact that you just insulted a king to his face only for him to turn around and tell you he liked it. It should’ve also still been reeling about how the same king had completely and utterly rearranged your guts just earlier.

But it wasn’t.

Junior barely avoided a banana that Morton dropped, but Ludwig hit it hard and went spinning out; at the same time, Junior let fly a red shell, and Morton wasn’t quite able to dodge the homing device, allowing the youngest koopa to fly out in front.

Bowser genuinely hadn’t minded, and had calmed you down so naturally that you were almost alarmed. He’d been surprisingly good to you so far, like you couldn’t do any wrong… and you were starting to wonder what would happen when you did inevitably fuck up. Hopefully he hadn’t put you on such a pedestal as to have it come crashing down when you proved fallible…

The moment the boys crashed through some item boxes, both Morton and Ludwig threw them - Morton chucked a banana forward at the same time Ludwig threw a red shell. The shell skidded under the banana and straight for Junior, but Junior was ready; at the last moment, he sent a green shell flying backwards, shattering the threat to his lead.

You’d just have to wait and see, you supposed; things were just getting started between you two, and even the healthiest of couples probably argued sometimes. The test would be how you two reconciled, depending on the infraction.

Morton flew through an item block, now behind not only Junior but Ludwig as well. No sooner did the little star appear in his hand than he used it - his speed picked up fairly dramatically on top of his new glowing status, and he quickly began to close the gap between himself and his eldest brother. Ludwig barely had time to move before Morton came barreling past him.

Unfortunately, that chosen moment was right on a sharp turn, and Morton was going much too fast to be able to handle the corner. Even more unfortunately, it had been a turn onto the stretch of road that ran through the lava field without guardrails; he went careening off the edge toward the boiling lava below, Ludwig quickly overtaking him with what seemed to be a laugh.

“Morton!” you cried, and you could even feel Bowser tense behind you, but just like before he held you fast in his lap.

“Remember what I said,” he rumbled quietly, although the vague strain of his voice was easy enough for you to hear.

“How–?!”

Literally as you asked that question, a lakitu came rising up with a fishing pole in hand. Morton was somehow on the end of the line, obviously fuming as his kart got plopped back onto the road a little unceremoniously. He took off the second he could, but he was now well behind both of his brothers.

“See? There’s never real danger.” Bowser gently rubbed his chin on your head again, purring quietly.

You let out a little whimper as you pressed yourself as close to Bowser as you could. “Doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying… you can’t tell me you didn’t worry briefly, too.”

“Of course I did!” he scoffed. “But they’re my kids. Well as I know the game, don’t mean I won’t still worry ‘bout ‘em.”

At least he was man enough to admit it, you supposed. And he had a point - they were his kids, not yours, yet here you are worrying like a distraught mother. Bowser had seemed like the type to just let his kids do whatever without worrying too much, so you were actually sort of glad to realize that wasn’t the case, and that maybe he just knew how to let the kids make their own mistakes. Based on his flinch, you knew he’d be willing to do what was needed for them if necessary, but if he knew it wasn’t…

“Are there ever any times you do step in?” you asked softly as you watched Junior use “bad” items to routinely block the shells coming at him.

Somehow, Ludwig and Morton weren’t getting lucky with items anymore.

“All the time… or at least, I used to. My kids is pretty good at knowing their limits now, though. We been through enough rigamarole they know when to ask for help, or when I might go off on ‘em. I mean, Junior still learnin’, but he is the youngest,” he murmured.

You nodded, gently squeezing his hand with both of yours. That sounded fair enough, and still allowed the kids to make their own mistakes if they thought they could handle something.

Bowser chuffed above you and used both of his arms to gently squeeze you against him.

Down on the tracks, it was little surprise to see Junior sail over the finish line first, both of his little fists in the air from the obvious win. Ludwig came second, several seconds behind him and pouting, which meant poor Morton came last with a scowl on his face the whole way. You felt a little for him - he’d gotten a star, after all, and still came in last place! But then he’d also tried to drift around that sharp corner…

“Let’s go meet ‘em,” Bowser grunted, suddenly shifting you into his arms.

“Ah–” You barely had time to realize what was happening before he was taking the steps down two at a time, though he managed to keep from jostling you too much.

As he entered the hallway that led to the stairs down, he hummed quietly, thoughtfully. “Y’know, I think once we get back to our room-” Your eyes snapped wide at his use of the phrase ‘our room’ “-I think it’s about time you tell me your name, huh, darlin’?”

If you weren’t so blindsided by how his room was now y’all’s room, you might’ve sighed and tried to downplay it or put it off. But you were once again reeling for the umpteenth time that day at something incredibly unexpected that all you could do was nod and give him a weak response.

“Y-yeah… I’ll explain then…”

“Good! But first, we gotta congratulate the boys on a decent race. I’m sure Morton could use a big hug after that humiliatin’ defeat,” Bowser chuckled softly.

Yeah, honestly, after watching him almost fall into lava, you were pretty eager to hug the poor kid. Plus Ludwig would probably like a hug, and Junior… well, maybe even he’d want one! But you weren’t totally sure just yet. At any rate, you were happy for a change of subject.

“Yeah. But you’re gonna have to put me down for that, you know,” you smiled a bit.

Bowser scoffed, but you could see the playful smile on his maw. “We’ll see about that.”

[annaphoenix1994]

Thankful - Part 2

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"Why did she send us to get this stuff while she gets the food?" Baler asked in confusion as he pushed the cart behind Simon, the pair taking a right turn down an aisle that housed the laundry detergents. 

"She didn't send us, I offered." 

"Why?" 

"If there's one thing you need to know about a woman is that you always offer to get the simplest of things because if you don't, she'll spend a good half hour in the same aisle smelling every detergent or candle before she finds the one she likes. I'm trying to save us some time here and be out of this bloody place as soon as I can." Simon explained, huffing as he exhaled through his nostrils, knowing that it was equally and playfully miserable and adorable that she would find so much amusement in finding that perfect candle that satisfied her sense of comfort. 

"I figured she'd take forever getting the groceries." Baler chuckled. 

"Just give it time. The cart is still empty," Simon scoffed. "When she gets done changing diapers in the bathroom, she's going to be hunting us down to get her shopping done, but I'll be damned if that means we'll be in here for another two hours." 

"Well, do you have the list?" 

"No." 

"Oh. I was gonna say I could go ahead and start getting the food while she's in the bathroom." 

"I wish I knew what she was getting, because we would've been in route back home." 

"I think I would rather be working..." Baler sighed. 

Simon shook his head, putting the jug of fabric softener in the cart, the mixture of different smells of various detergents throughout the aisle giving him a headache before grasping the front of the cart and slightly tugging it towards him, indicating to Baler that he needed to start pushing the cart. "Can I ask a question?" 

"Sure." 

"Do you play video games?" 

"Never had a desire to." Simon shrugged. 

"Then why is there an Xbox in the living room?" 

"When Kiera was pregnant and I was deployed, she couldn't sleep as good as she needed to and ended up being obsessed with some wild west game," Simon explained, shrugging. "I've toyed with it once or twice." 

"C-Can I play it?..." 

"You'll have to ask Kiera that. I don't want you consuming yourself with video games twenty-four seven." 

"I-I won't. Just on days I'm not working and am bored around the house." 

Simon huffed, "We'll see. You just have to ask her."

"Can I go and look at the games?-"

"No. We have things to get done right now. Just wait and see what she says. We came here for other business."

Baler frowned, nodding at Simon's response before halting further questions about it, following him towards the public restroom area to wait for Kiera to return, meeting her just in time as she exited the restroom with a relieved expression on her face, ensuring the stroller held her babies securely as she exited the restroom. 

"You alright, love?" 

"Yeah," She sighed. "It was rather difficult to change them today." 

"Causing a fuss?" 

"Somewhat. Jacob wasn't having it," She breathed a laugh. "I think he's getting restless and wants to go home." 

"Thank God..." Baler mumbled under his breath, his attitude matching Simon's as the pair could mutually agree on one thing. Simon being the only one to hear Baler's comment, he couldn't help but smirk at the humorous remark. You and me both, lad. 

"I can't blame him, love. A lot of noise going on in this bloody place." 

"I don't have much groceries to get thankfully. Just some stuff for the desserts I'm making. I need to get marshmallows for the sweet potato casserole and stuff for the banana pudding." 

"We both know what happens when you try to make that casserole." He winked, referring to the events that led to their first kiss following a brief food fight between flour and those stupid jumbo marshmallows. 

"Oh, I know. I'm more prepared this time around." 

"We'll see about that." 

"Mhm," She shook her head with a blush. "Oh! Don't let me forget I have a dress that I put in layaway for dinner tonight." 

"You know I'll forget when I'm too focused on getting out of this place to get back home." He poked. 

"Hmph. Fine." 

"I won't forget, Miss Kiera." Baler volunteered, grinning as she shot him a suspicious glare. 

"What's the catch?" 

"...Nothing..." 

She then shot another narrowed gaze towards Simon, picking up on some unrecognizable unison between the two, knowing that Baler was wanting to exchange his offer for a reward and Simon was unwilling to speak for the teenager. "You two are up to something." 

"I'm not," Simon scoffed. "He wanted to ask you a question." 

"Way to put me on the spot..." 

"Get used to it-" 

"Okay, what question?" Kiera asked, interrupting their banter. 

"Um... Do you use that Xbox in the living room?" 

"Not really. I played it when Simon was gone for a few months. Why?" 

"I...I was going to ask if I could play it and maybe get a game for it?" 

"Well, I don't see why not considering you've been making your own money the last few weeks," She arched her brow. "I think you certainly deserve it for your good behavior and work." 

"Really?" He fought an excited smile. 

"Sure! You're a teenager and most teenagers like their video games," She smiled. "Did you have one in mind?" 

"Um.. No, not really. I haven't gotten to look at them yet." 

"Okay. Well, you can go ahead and look while me and Simon go and get the stuff for dinner. Meet us at the grocery section after you're done, okay?" 

Baler nodded with an excited complexion, standing for a few more moments before walking towards the electronics section, leaving both Simon and Kiera where they were, the pair exchanging a look before Kiera spoke, "You can trust him, babe. He's a teenage boy. He won't go far." 

"Never said I didn't trust him." 

"Your look says it all," She giggled. "I could tell you didn't want to let him out of your sight." 

He huffed, "All I'm saying is to not loosen your leash too much on him. I don't want him taking advantage of your generosity again." 

"The only way to find out is to give him a little bit of trust that he's surely earned." 

He nodded at her response, waiting for her to start pushing the stroller in front of him while he pushed the cart, ensuring she and their children were within his line of sight as they made their way to the grocery section of the store, the couple making haste in finding the ingredients needed for Kiera's dishes, stopping by the customer service department to pick up her dress she had put on layaway after paying for the groceries. "Let's get these groceries and you to the truck, yeah?" 

"What about Baler?" 

"I was going to say it's the perfect opportunity to leave him behind," Simon replied with a straight face, unable to hide a smirk as he truly enjoyed toying with her by his sarcastic wit. "I'm just teasing, love. We'll get you and the kids in the truck so you can stay warm and I'll come back in and get him." 

"How do you know he's not looking around this entire store looking for us?" 

"Love, you're forgetting he's a teenage boy in a video game section. I can guarantee he won't wander far." He breathed a chuckle. 

"I guess you're right." 

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After Simon ensured Kiera and the children were secured in the truck, he started the ignition to keep them warm while he trekked back into the dreaded supermarket to search for the preoccupied teenager in the video game section, seeing Baler toting a plastic bag with two games tucked away inside. "Spending all of your earned dollars, yeah?" 

Baler smirked, "No, actually. I got these two games on clearance. Both of these for fifteen bucks." He smiled, showing the games to Simon that he had picked out:

Battlefield and Red Dead Redemption.

"Not bad." 

"Not at all. Although these were on clearance, they still raped me on the price." 

Simon's smirk faded into pursed lips at the word, "Okay, let's not use that word."

"Why not?" 

"That word isn't to be used as a joke." 

"O-Okay. I'm sorry." 

"Just don't say it again." 

Baler gulped, nodding as he proceeded to follow Simon through the store and to the truck, the pair entering the vehicle with tensioned silence. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just fine." Simon grumbled. 

"I know that's a lie," She scoffed. "What happened?"

"I said a bad word." Baler huffed from the back seat, hoping his answer was enough to keep her from continuing to ask questions. 

"What word?" 

"He said fuck." Simon answered, knowing that if he answered her question truthfully, he would be responsible for a trauma flashback that he was sure to ruin her evening.

"Well, I did tell him to refrain from using curse words when not around me and the kids." 

"He took full advantage of that, then." 

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Once they were home, Kiera wasted no time in starting to make her side dishes for the dinner that evening as Simon wanted to spend time with his children, feeding Evie a bottle on the couch while Jacob was splayed on the couch next to him, a pacifier in his mouth as his eyes lazily looked around. Baler, however, was too fixated on setting up the Xbox for his new games, unaware that he had to wait for a certain amount of time for the console to download the game itself.

"Slow down there, little lass," Simon chuckled down at Evie. "This bottle isn't going anywhere." 

His heart couldn't help but melt at the little noises Evie made with every other gulp.

"Simon?" Kiera called out from the kitchen. 

"Yes, love?"

"Can you or Baler come and help me?" 

"I'll be there in a second," Simon replied. "Baler. Come here." 

"Yes, sir," The teen replied, hastily moving to his feet before approaching the older man. "What do I need to do?" 

"Take a seat here," He replied, clutching Evie close as he stood to his feet, watching the teen take a seat on the couch before Simon took the decorative throw pillow and tossed it into his lap, helping him adjust it to where it rested on the top of his leg and against the arm of the couch before slowly and gently setting Evie into Baler's lap. "Believe me, this kills me more than it does killing your time wishing you were playing video games, but I'd trust you more with this simple task than cutting vegetables for her." 

He watched as Baler tensed once the infant was in his lap, grasping the bottle with a firm grip, growing extra nervous as this was the first time he had ever held a baby, but with Simon's threatening gaze towering over him was enough to not move another muscle as he watched him pick up Jacob, easily setting him in the bouncer chair and ensuring he was secured and satisfied before walking towards the kitchen. "Don't be the reason she fusses." Simon warned, arching his brow as he passed by on his way towards the kitchen. 

Baler nodded nervously, grasping the child as if his life depended on it. 

Metaphorically, it did. 

"You called?" Simon questioned, unable to help wrapping his arms around her waist and craning his nose into her neck, pressing a delicate kiss there. 

"I did," She hummed. "While I'm making this filling can you start cutting those bananas?"

"Sure. Diced or sliced?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to the crook of her neck. 

"Sliced, please," She laughed, reaching over to grasp the new bag of marshmallows for her sweet potato casserole. "You keep being sarcastic and I'll blotch that big chest of yours with flour." 

"Is that a fact? You know what happened last time you threatened me with flour." He arched his brow, caging her between his arms and the counter. 

"It sure is." She replied lowly, both arousal and nervousness lacing her voice. 

He grinned, leaning in closer to her as her lips were twined with his, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck, his arms extending over the counter and grasping the small jar of flour and sliding it back towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist and using his hands to open the jar and grasp a handful of flour within his palm, bringing his arm up to drizzle the flour onto the top of her head, smirking against her lips as she gasped into his mouth, flour coating the top of her head and spreading against her face. "You...bastard!" She gasped. 

"Big words, love," He smirked. "Besides, you started it." 

"Yeah? And I'm ending it." She giggled, reaching behind her to grasp the flour jar, launching the remainder of the ingredient onto his chest, the flour latching onto the black fabric of his shirt. 

"You little minx!" He chuckled, watching her purposely rub the flour against his chest with a sadistic smirk. 

"What're you going to do about it?" She laughed, grasping either side of his neck, leaving a light dusting of flour latching to his skin. 

He scoffed, leaning closer to her ear, "I can't do anything about it until later, but don't worry - I won't let this slide." 

Kiera couldn't help but shiver as Simon took advantage of the goosebumps littering her neck by placing a light kiss there - a kiss light enough to spark her arousal even further but teasing her twice as much. "You have an act for constantly making threats." She giggled. 

"With you, all I make is promises." 

"We'll see about that," She smirked, giggling at how he struggled to rid himself of the remnants from their brief flour fight before leaning over to retrieve the sweet potato casserole from the oven, gasping at the sensation of Simon's palm colliding with her rear. "Simon Riley!" 

"That's my name, love. Don't wear it out." He chuckled. 

She groaned in playful frustration, removing the casserole from the oven and setting on top of the stove, reaching for the new bag of jumbo marshmallows to drizzle them atop the sweet potatoes before putting them back into the oven to finish baking. "Surprised you didn't eat half of the bag like you did last time." He poked. 

"I'm trying to watch my figure here." 

Simon huffed at the yet another jab to her physical appearance, "Hush it, love. I'll watch your figure for you so that you don't have another headache on your shoulders." He poked. 

"Oh, no. You'll let me get fatter." She giggled. 

"Love, you could get to be three-hundred pounds and I'll still bend you over this counter and I wouldn't look at you any different." 

"Mhm, you say that now-"

"I'll always say it." He arched his brow, waiting for her to argue with him about it.

Although she never replied - only blushed at his words. 

With another quick glance, Simon sighed heavily through his nostrils after taking another glance at her rear before reaching for the bunch of bananas Kiera needed sliced for her banana pudding, although he couldn't resist taking a few pieces for his own satisfaction as he had been hungry all day, purposely refraining from eating so that he could save his empty stomach for the night's dinner. 

Once the planned dishes were done, Kiera rushed to finish cleaning up the kitchen before rushing to pick out Jacob and Evie's outfits for the night, her heart lunging in circles after getting them dressed once Simon brought them into the nursery, unable to restrain herself from snapping a photo of each of them after they were dressed for the occasion:

"I can't get over how cute they are," Kiera giggled, leaning over to press a kiss to her infant's foreheads. "I wish they could stay this little forever." 

"You and me both, love," Simon sighed. "I'm going to get dressed. Need any help?" 

"Not now, but maybe later I'll need you to help me get out of my dress..." 

He breathed a chuckle, a satisfied smirk plastering across his face, "I can do that." 

"I was hoping you could..." She teased. 

"Do you need any help getting into your dress?" 

"I better not, because I know you'll have me bent over the counter before we leave..." 

"I mean - if that's what you want," He smirked. "Although I would say I could make it quick, but I know you can't be quiet enough-"

"You can always make me be quiet..." 

"Love, with a mouth that big I'll have to shove a couple of socks in your mouth." He poked. 

"Yeah, because your dick isn't big enough to fill this mouth." She giggled, purposely insulting him to get a rise out of him - both figuratively and literally.

He was terrible at hiding it. 

And she fucking loved it.

"Keep it up." He arched his brow, a smirk toying on his lips. 

"Or what?" 

"You're about to find out how fast I can get you in that bedroom and on your knees." 

"You keep talking like that and I won't tell you to pull out." 

He couldn't help but smirk, watching her walk towards him as he stood in the doorway, one arm extended over his head while he leaned against the doorframe, her fingertips tracing lightly over his abdomen before she stopped briefly, "I'm going to go get dressed. Keep an eye on the babies for me? They're in a good mood right now that they have their pacifiers." 

"Copy that." He chuckled, reaching out to tap her rear as she made her way to their bedroom. 

He waited as he kept a close eye on his children, chuckling at how Evie began drifting off while Jacob continued to nurse on his pacifier. Taking the opportunity, he dimmed the lights in the nursery to ease the strain on their eyes before making his way towards their bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he saw Kiera applying mascara to her lashes, dressed for her holiday attire with the simple dress she had bought for Thanksgiving. 

Simple, yet classy as it fit her curves wonderfully, Simon also taking note that she was very picky on new clothes as she began to grow more and more insecure about the scars from her skin grafts that creeped over her shoulders and clustered her entire back and inner thighs. Bloody beautiful, love.

She blushed as she watched him approach her through the mirror, contemplating on whether or not to let him bend her over for a "quickie" like they did on the night of his military ball or waiting until they were home for the night. "I took my time on my makeup tonight, babe. I'd rather you wait to ruin it until after dinner." She giggled. 

His hands rested on her hips, leaning down to tuck his chin against her shoulder, "I can tell you worked hard to put on that bit of mascara and eyeliner. If that's what you call a full face of makeup, then I won't feel one bit bad about ruining your work." 

"Shut up," She laughed. "I consider it a full face of makeup since it's all I wear." 

"You're just as beautiful with or without it, love," He hummed against her shoulder, peppering loving and sensual kisses against her skin, his right hand snaking up to pull the fabric of the dress down to expose her shoulder, smirking as she squirmed against him with a giggle. 

"Simon!" 

"This dress has a malfunction." He smirked, continuing to press kisses against her shoulder. 

"Yeah, that malfunction is called a horny fiancé!" She laughed.

"Can't help it - look at you," His eyes caught hers within the reflection of the mirror, smirking at her blush consuming her cheeks. "You still want to talk your shite and tease me with a good time?" He poked. 

"I'll always talk my shit, babe. However, I do quite enjoy teasing you, especially when I know you have to control yourself during a family function."

"You always tease me, love. I think you get quite the rise out of it." 

"It's clear you do, too." She smirked, referring to his erection. 

"You know I'm thankful for you, right?" He blurted. 

Her eyes softened, "I know. I am too, babe." 

"I don't tell you that enough. I never would've imagined I would be where I am today. All because of you." 

She smiled, turning around to face him in his arms, giggling that he still had flour on his shirt, "I was just a crutch, babe. You did this all yourself." 

"Because I've found where I'm supposed to be," He whispered, pressing his lips against her forehead. "For you and the kids-"

"Even Baler?" 

He sighed, fighting a chuckle, "As much as that kid can be a pain in my arse, I'm thankful for him too." 

"I knew there was a heart in there somewhere." She giggled, playfully poking his sternum. 

"A cold one," He grinned. "But that kid has really taught me how to handle my patience." 

"It's about time you keep an eye on that short fuse of yours!" 

He pressed another kiss to her forehead, "Well, he's not the only one who's a pain in my arse, love." 

I know she'll slap me for that, but it's worth it. I'd piss her off every day if it meant seeing that playful gleam in her eye and get to hear a sarcastic remark come from that pretty mouth of hers. Fucking hell am I glad to not be a miserable and angry bastard anymore.

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STORMY!! a baby smiled at me today and it made me like stupid happy so now I'm in a baby mood!

How would the townhouse boys be with kids? Like doesn't even have to be their kid, but rather a child that they are looking after? Could shadow and dark be included too. 👉🏾👈🏽

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What we know about how the boys act with kids comes mostly from HSH: Sugar and Spice. Under the cut for length.

Time loves kids. LOVES kids. Would have had eight kids of his own with Malon if they could. Time is even-tempered and patient with kids, he loves to play and loves to tell stories. Catching fireflies is his favorite. Would strap on one of those baby bjorn things without hesitation and take that baby with him everywhere, chatting away with them the entire time.

Twilight similarly loves kids and would like three of his own someday. He's very good to roughhouse with, he knows his own strength and uses it to let those who are small enough hang off of his arms and get carried on his shoulders and toss them around (safely). He's not shy about reading stories aloud and acting out ALL the voices. Also very good at keeping kids in line.

Wild is kind of childlike himself, so he's not as good with kids as, say, Twilight is, but he doesn't dislike them, either. He's more likely to strike up a conversation about shared interests, like video games or comics, and talk with a kid like an equal. Also he's totally the one you want to convince to sneak down into the kitchen at midnight for the most killer banana splits!

Champion has no feelings about children, positive or negative. If left to care for a child, he'd keep to a rigid schedule: park from 2:00-3:00, walk home 3:00-3:15, snack (100 calories goldfish crackers, 80 calorie juice box, fruit punch flavored obvi) 3:15-3:45, etc. etc.

Warriors finds kids amusing, but he's less likely to baby kids and more likely to recruit them for his own mischief-making, so long as everyone will be safe and happy. He'll sit down and let a gaggle of little girls give him a makeover and model that look with utmost seriousness. He's not going to care if the kids want to spend all afternoon playing video games or if they eat popcorn for dinner. Maybe not the best of babysitters, or at least not alone.

Sky likes kids well enough, although he's not quite good with them. He didn't have any siblings and doesn't really know how to talk to or interact with kids. Sky and Sunny are going to have several kids of their own, though, and he'll end up being a doting father that resorts to "Go ask your mother" whenever anything vaguely uncomfortable or anything requiring permission is asked.

Legend would prefer to avoid kids when possible. He doesn't like the idea of being responsible for another human. He wouldn't know what to do if the kid started to cry, or if they decided they were hungry, or if somebody needed a bandaid. He would also appreciate it if they DIDN'T touch his expensive crystals, etc. Maybe they should just go play outside for a while, hmmm??

Hyrule sees every snotty nose and skinned knee and whiny face and lack of proper hand hygiene and... No. Just, no. He will see children professionally as an emergency doctor and then tuck in his clipboard as they walk past when he's finished, thankyouverymuch.

Wind is fond of kids, even if he won't admit it, and he's really good with them, too! He was the one to get little Lolo to smile and laugh first in the accidental baby fic. He's good at reading baby body language, at knowing which cries mean "hungry" or "change me" or "I'm exhausted!" Aryll trained him up well.

Four is pretty ambivalent to kids. The ones who are entertained by things like taking apart the remote control and putting it back together again are the ones that get his vibe best. The ones who are more about wrestling or playing noisy games get on his nerves. He wouldn't say 'no' if someone asked him to watch their kid, but he'd lowkey stress about it.

Dark jokes that he'd be the person who would teach the kid their first curse word or give them their first cigarette, except he's not joking. Dark wouldn't be the type to roll up to a seedy liquor store with a baby strapped across his chest and his piece in his back pocket. This kid will not be sheltered from the ways of the world, nor would they be in any danger during the worst parts of Dark's day. By the end of the day, you'll find Dark passed out on the couch, snoring as loud as can be while the baby is calmly sucking her binky and watching cheesy old horror movies.

Shadow - If left in the care of someone's child, he'd walk them to the next crowded intersection, switch hand-holding positions with the nearest busy stranger waiting to cross the street, and bounce. Good luck, kid.