#this is sarcasm if someone wasn't sure

[heart-of-pride]

BioWare has done quite a fuckup with worldstate choices so don't forget to shit on your local Solasmancer cause they clearly suffer less and you can't have that.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Okay once again, it wasn't actually a date ahsjajkzka like I never said it was and he didn't say anything about it so it Was Not A Date. But it was cool, nothing very noteworthy lmao like we ate and then we just kinda walked around and looked at things until it got too dark for me to continue being chill, so then we drove around for a while and just vibed. Literally the same things we always do except it wasn't fast food this time lmaoooo

[ozzgin]

“Do you mean it in the sense that Reader goes through monster boyfriends and is quick to dump them for the next catch”

Yep. Just a vile reader who’s breaking hearts left and right. I think you’ll write it beautifully if you channel your evil side like when you play the sims! ☺️

-👘

Yandere! Monsters x Heartbreaker! Reader

You've always been a free spirit, unable to settle on a single partner. Even after being abruptly transported into a different dimension where you are the only human surrounded by monsters, this habit of yours has persisted. Except monsters, as you will see, are harder to discard than humans. They aren't as willing to accept rejection.

Content: female reader, reader is a player, monster smut

Ah, how troublesome. He won't stop calling. You lazily pick up the phone and look for the options to block the number, clicking your tongue in irritation. You'd specifically told him you're not interested in anything serious. "Who's calling?" The man shuffles under the sheets, still half-asleep. "No one." You respond curtly, glaring at the intruder. "It's morning already, by the way. When are you leaving?"

You slam the door shut before the overnight guest can bring up the classic "Will I see you again", and exhale theatrically in relief. Finally alone again. You look up and shake your fist menacingly, as if whichever entity governing this world is responsible for your bad luck. You've always been utterly indifferent towards committed relationships, and yet most fuck buddies end up head over heels for you, dragging themselves at your feet like pitiful beggars. Pathetic and a pain in the ass to deal with.

Well, someone must be up there, because your situation feels too much like a sassy answer to your complaint. You've just rushed out of your apartment a moment ago and last time you checked, the concierge office wasn't on a rocky hill covered in deep cracks erupting with lava, stretching out into the seemingly unending horizon. Where the hell are you? You turn on your heels, reaching for the door, only to find out - who would've expected? - that it's gone. Great. Your immediate explanation is that the guy you've mistakenly brought home last night must've slipped something in your drinks. All this for a sloppy, clumsy eating out.

The worry of being drugged vanishes quickly once the first creatures of the realm appear. Hard to believe anything on the market could cause such detailed hallucinations that can sniff and touch you: Some alligator-looking minions with eyes popping out of their backs slid out of a nearby crevice to investigate the newcomer. Ironically enough, they seem to be the ones shocked by your appearance. Once they've hesitantly assessed your presence, they scurry aside to discuss their findings. "What could it be?" You hear one mumble, completely baffled. For whatever reason you can understand their language, so you decide to speed up their detective work. "Ever heard of human?" You shout, with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. The beasts gasp in unison. "Nonsense! Straight out of a children's tale!"

Eventually, after a lot of confusion and pointed fingers, you manage to figure out your predicament. You've somehow landed in a world of monsters, where humans are more of a fictional, mythical existence. Thankfully they don't seem to consider your potential as food, though you're not sure if the sudden, massive ambush of creatures is any better. The alligator-like quadrupeds brought you to the nearest settlement and had to form a barrier to stop the curious beasts from almost trampling you in their frenzy to see "the human". You've garnered ridiculous amounts of attention, yet such reaction is to be expected; how often would an earthling wander into their world? It could very well be a lifetime singularity for many.

As the days pass and you become more accustomed to your fate, you begin to feel that familiar calling. It doesn't look like you'll be going home anytime soon and a lady has her needs. Additionally, whatever popularity you had back in the human world is a minuscule fraction of what you're currently experiencing here. In the eyes of the monsters, you're an exotic treat that cannot be refused. It shouldn't be too hard to find yourself a partner, or two. Or three. Who keeps count nowadays?

You remember stumbling upon a postcard print of "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" at some museum shop. You immediately picked up the thick cardboard, eyeing the artwork in amusement. A woman enveloped in the limbs of two octopuses and very obviously enjoying herself. Who even came up with the pairing, you wondered at the time. Whatever the artist was thinking, you can certainly see his point now. The first one to receive your indecent proposal was an eldritch creature of sorts, something straight out of Lovecraft's lucid dreams. Dark, long tendrils sprawling out of an amorphous core - which you assume is its head based on the bulging, glistening orbs hungrily staring at you. Your whole body is throbbing under the tight hold of the slippery tentacles, wrapping around you in masterful intricacy. You could see the result featured in a bondage magazine, though you don't...can't ponder much on it given the fact you're, well, stuffed with monstrous appendages. You doubt any genital variation back home could compare. The monster is even polite enough to occasionally wipe away the continuous stream of drool spilling out of your whining mouth. Towards the end you barely have a voice anymore, throat sore from the loud moans and merciless constriction. Your muscles contract all at once, overwhelmed by the sensations. Whatever sensitive areas you might have are presently aching under the needy fondling of the creature.

Mind-blowing. The memory is enough to have you wet and squirming with desire. Even more so when you consider the other varieties of monsters ready to fuck you senseless. Soon enough you're surveying the neighborhood for the ideal suitors and thankfully you don't have to worry about making wrong choices, as there's always a next target. Thus the following weeks fill you with a particular kind of nostalgia (among other things and fluids), reminding you of the bed-hopping in the human realm. From werewolves drowning out your whimpers with their desperate howling, to hooved legs of hybrids violently thrusting into you until you're a dripping mess. "Look at me" is what one of the beasts demanded in a low growl, turning you on with its ragged voice and clawed hand encircling your frail neck. Although you had to ask it where exactly to look, given it was covered entirely in eyes.

You yawn and stare at the ceiling, reminiscing about the depraved fuckfest you're currently recovering from. You might've overdone it with the last one. Alas, you came enough times to make up for it. Just as you turn around to readjust the ice pack, you hear a loud thud coming from the entrance. You (carefully) sit up and rub your eyes, trying to focus on the shadow figure approaching your bed. It's one of the lizard monsters, swiftly slithering across the wall and landing over you with an angered expression. "Where the fuck is that dog?" it inquires with a hiss. "What? Who're you talking about?" you mumble, wildly confused. "The one that dared to touch you."

Oh, not this crap again. You almost roll your eyes. "You never said anything about us being together." Is your annoyed reply. "What? I thought it'd be obvious you belong to me!" You're about to question the strange logic, but your couple's quarrel is interrupted by the sound of shattered glass. The many-eyed monster crawls its way in with fluid, uncanny movements, releasing a deafening screech once it notices the lizard in your bed. "Off! Get off my human now!" is what it finally manages to verbalize in its fury. Okay, it seems to be the common belief. To clear off any shred of doubt remaining, the ceiling gives in and crumbles like putty under the weight of an enormous tentacle. You scream and cover your face from the bits of rubble flying everywhere, but you're quickly sheltered by another thick appendage looping itself around you, against the wrathful protests of the lizard. You did not anticipate the eldritch creature could expand to this gargantuan size.

For the first time since arriving here, you feel homesick. At least back home you could get rid of your annoying admirers with the slide of a button. Is there a larger scale alternative for cosmic blasphemies? You shake your fist (up? down? you can't tell in the darkness of the tentacle shield) towards the entity once more. Damn it, you've learned your lesson. Several steps must’ve been skipped before reaching a pack of angry, possessive monsters fighting over your ownership.

[liyue-harbour]

lighter's 6-step guide to ruining your kitchen (and winning your heart)

lighter lorenz x reader (why 6 steps? idk)

summary: what starts as lighter trying to fix your broken coffee maker turns into an explosion of chaos, tools, and laughter. he's confident— too confident— but even as things spiral out of control, you can't help but enjoy the mess. (he's trying his best)

you eyed the old coffee maker like it had personally wronged you. in fairness, it kind of had— months of leaking water, leaking coffee, sputtering, and smelling vaguely like burnt plastic had left you at your wit's end. when lighter showed up for a visit and saw you glaring at it, he made the offer:

"i can fix that for you."

you raised a skeptical eyebrow. "can you?"

"please," he said, rolling up his sleeves with the bravado of someone who definitely had no idea what they were doing. "i've tackled bigger challenges."

step one: the toolbox gauntlet

it started innocently enough. you dug out the dusty old toolbox you hadn’t touched in years while lighter sets the coffee maker on your kitchen counter like it was a patient awaiting surgery.

"this is a mess," he said, holding up a screwdriver and spinning it in his fingers like he was auditioning for a hardware commercial.

"i know," you replied. "that's why i was going to buy a new one."

"where's the fun in that?" lighter grinned at you. "trust me, i've got this."

famous last words.

step two: controlled chaos (emphasis on chaos)

lighter pops open the back panel with alarming confidence, revealing a tangled mess of wires. "here's your problem," he said, pointing at the horrifying jumble like it was obvious.

"oh really?" you deadpanned. "i thought it was working perfectly."

he ignored your sarcasm and started tinkering, tools clinking against the counter as he muttered things like "that's weird" and "pretty sure this goes here". you leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold. at one point, a small spark shot out of the machine, and both of you jumped back.

"totally normal," lighter said, though his wide eyes behind his tinted glasses betrayed him.

"normal for what? a sci-fi action movie?"

"relax", he said waving you off. "i've got it under control."

you weren't sure what definition of "control" he was using, but it definitely wasn't yours.

step three: the great coffee maker escape

things escalated when lighter attempted to plug the machine back in for a test run. it hummed ominously, sputtered, and then released a small puff of smoke. you grabbed a kitchen towel, ready to smother it in case of fire.

"uh, that's... progress?" lighter offers weakly.

"progress toward a lawsuit," you muttered, fanning the smoke away.

he finally threw in the towel, setting the screwdriver down with an exaggerated sigh. "okay, maybe it's more stubborn that i thought."

"lighter, it's dead." you laughed, shaking your head. "you didn't fix it— you put it out of misery."

step four: damage control

despite the chaos, lighter didn't look defeated. in fact, he looked entirely too pleased with himself as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, and smirked at you. "hey at least we tried," he said. "and by we, i mean me, because i did all the work."

“oh, yes, all your hard work ruining my kitchen,” you teased, gesturing to the tools and coffee maker debris scattered everywhere.

“ruined is a strong word,” he countered, nudging you with his elbow. “i prefer ‘temporarily restructured.’”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “well, thank you for temporarily restructuring my coffee maker into a pile of junk.”

“anytime,” he said, his grin widening. “seriously, though, i’ll help you pick out a new one. one with fewer... deathtrap vibes.”

“appreciated,” you said, grabbing a damp cloth to start cleaning up.

step five: the clean-up crew

cleaning was just as chaotic as the diy attempt. lighter insisted on washing his hands in the tiniest sink possible, accidentally knocking over a glass in the process. you spent more time dodging his elbows than actually organising the tools.

“maybe stick to your day job,” you joked, shoving a wrench back into the toolbox.

“funny,” he replied, leaning over the counter to grab a towel. “i think i make an excellent handyman.”

“sure,” you said, smirking. “if the goal is to create more problems than you started with.”

he shot you a mock-offended look, but the glimmer in his eye gave him away. “you wound me.”

step six: the aftermath

by the time the kitchen was semi-clean and the coffee maker officially declared beyond repair, you were both leaning against the counter, exhausted but grinning.

“you know,” you said, nudging him with your shoulder, “you’re banned from fixing anything in my apartment ever again.”

“fair enough,” he replied, straightening up. “but admit it—you had fun.”

“fun?” You gave him a look. “that’s what we’re calling this disaster?”

“a masterpiece of domestic chaos,” he corrected, his grin teasing.

you laughed, shaking your head. “alright, fine. it was... entertaining.”

“entertaining?” he leaned closer, raising an eyebrow. “try ‘the best time you’ve had all week.’”

“don’t push it,” you said, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

© liyue-harbour 2024 masterlist

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

DATING DEAN WINCHESTER HEADCANONS

Dean is the guy who'd pretend that he's the best in the entire universe, but he'll get nervous if he ever sees someone slightly more attractive than him.

He loves to watch movies with you, even more so if they're of his choice. Cuddling on the couch in the Bunker and watching a movie is his favourite evening activity, and he's constantly looking at your face throughout the movie to see if you like it or not.

Dean doesn't want you to accompany him on hunts, especially if the creature you have to hunt happens to be particularly dangerous, like a vampire or a werewolf.

He'll never try to control you, but he will get insanely protective of you and you have had many arguments based on that.

Arguments that almost always get resolved by angry sex or intense makeout sessions.

But for the ones that don't, you two eventually find your way back to each other.

He'll never admit it, but he loves it when you treat him with affection and give him flowers.

If it wasn't obvious, Dean is touch-starved, and you figure it out very soon into your relationship. You make sure to give him reassuring touches ever so often, especially in the times of stress.

Dean is very grateful for those touches, and keeps reciprocating the gesture, but in a much wilder way.

He is very possessive, and will glare daggers at anyone who stares at you for too long. Men who know him know how dangerous he is, and how well he can fight, so they stay away from you. But the strangers who try to look at you in any way other than respect, Dean will not hesitate to throw punches.

For all his playboy ways, he's extremely loyal to you. Will not even look at any other girl when you're in the picture. You're the only one he wants and needs.

Dean likes to pull pranks on you. They're harmless, obviously. He loves to see that adorable expression on your face when you don't know what's wrong when you're being pranked. Once you realise it however, it doesn't take a lot of time for that expression to go from adorable to angry.

You love to pull pranks on him as well, often teaming up with Sam to teach his older brother a lesson. Sam loves it, and though Dean pretends to be angry and offended, he's laughing on the inside.

Frequent rides in the Impala, especially when it's drizzling and a cool breeze is blowing. He just likes to go on long drives with you, no distance is too long with you by his side.

Dean tells you stories of his childhood, yes, even the bad ones. The good ones to get a good laugh while the bad ones for you to get more acquainted with his reality, to know who he really is.

He had taken a lot, and I mean a LOT of time to open up emotionally, it was extremely difficult for him to not be guarded at all times. But nothing is too difficult when it comes to you.

Now, he opens up to you and talks to you about how he feels, instead of hiding his real emotions behind corny jokes and sarcasm.

Whenever you get mad at him, he immediately gets to know and tries his best to make sure that you aren't mad, the process including more corny jokes but you learned to love them anyway.

Sam loves the way you have a positive effect on his brother, how you calm him down from both anger and stress, how you make him less reckless and more affectionate.

The most important thing however, is the fact that you make him less self-destructive. He takes a lot of care of you, but along with you, he has started to learn how to cherish and love himself as well.

You bring out the best in him, and he brings out the best in you.

You're his yin, and he's your yang. Both of you wouldn't have it any other way.

[oceantornadoo]

Please I just want to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK HUHBBDEUBYUVTYVTUOVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you could come up with anything more on the Simon Riley Cut-bulk-the-bird-said-she-liked-me-big-thing I will be your servant forever.

tw: body talk (i headcanon simon as someone who shops in the big & tall section so i think his clothes would fit the body type of every reader. if you shop in that same section, imagine him being MORE bigger and taller than you. mans is 6'4 fr)

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(a few months later)

simon almost ripped the shirt off his body in frustration. another piece of clothing he had outgrown. he added it to the pile of clothes that he couldn't fit anymore. sleeves too tight, stomach pushing out the fabric. sure he was still in shape, could pass the military physical easily, but he was no longer the lean 22-year-old he once was, muscles now hidden under layers of fat. and he hated it.

there was a knock at the door. still a little pissed off, he opened it with more force than necessary, grunting out "what." before even looking down at who knocked. just his luck, it was you, the one person he tried to be nice to.

"what's got you so grumpy?" you smiled up at him, all sugar and spice. you loved simon's growls, the social anxiety and introvertedness he hid under irritation. it just made it more valuable whenever he laughed at one of your god-awful puns or let you lay on his shoulder. you were never second-guessing if he liked you, mostly because he hated everyone else.

"sorry, didn't see it was you. was jus' doing some spring cleaning." you laughed, a tinkling sound that transitioned into a snort. he loved your insane laughter, a real sound of joy. you peered around his large torso and spotted the pile of clothes on his bed. "doing a big donation, simon?" it was always a punch to the gut to hear his name come out of your mouth, laced with sarcasm and cheek. ever since he told you you could say it in private with him a month ago, you never stopped using it. "somethin' like that. clothes piss me off." you huffed, pushing past him easily as he let you into his room. he closed the door behind you, trying to calm his heart rate as he saw you, here, in his space. like you were his too.

"what did the poor fabric do to you?" you sorted through the clothes, seeing nothing wrong with most. they were all practical clothes, but none had noticeable holes or wear. he mumbled something, too low for you to catch it. "say that again?" he scratched his head and looked away, almost meek. "said they don't fit." ah, there was the problem. "that's okay. just means your muscles are too big." you tried to give a compliment, anything to get rid of the storms in his eyes. "nah. 've gotten fat." you put the shirt you were holding down with force, stomping over to where he had now taken a seat at his spare chair. you stepped between his legs, which opened easily for you. you gripped his chin and turned it towards you, forcing eye contact. "so what? just means you've been eating well, simon. nothing wrong with that."

he looked down, almost reminding you of a kicked puppy. "you don't care?" you weren't dating, yet, but you two had some sort of a romantic understanding. some acknowledgement of there being more, an exclusive connection between you two. "no. i like my men big. like when you can throw me around." he barked out a laugh, surprised at your admission. you smiled back, satisfied. getting a laugh out of him was 80% of the battle. "and these clothes are still good for something." his eyes were on you again, questioning.

you walked back to the bed, full of confidence now. turning to face him, you slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your tactical pants. he wasn't wearing his mask, so you could see his mouth physically drop at the action. ever so slowly, you raised your arms, bringing your shirt with you. you tossed the shirt aside, standing in front of him with only your bra and pants on. his eyes were dark with desire and he made a move to stand up, but you commanded him with a sharp "sit." like a loyal guard dog, he lowered himself back into his chair, complete captivated.

turning back to the bed, you grabbed one of his outgrown sweatshirts and put it on. it smelled like him, that masculine scent tinged with the cologne he sometimes wore. "see?" you gestured to the sweatshirt, too big on you. "you just gave me a bunch of free clothes." he grunted, still fixated on the sweatshirt. his lack of response made you nervous. "what?" you asked. "give us a spin." you spun slowly, trying not to smile too much. god, the things this man does to you.

"'like seeing my last name on you."

now whose jaw was dropping?

[ivyasproperty]

Necklace.

agathario x fem!witch!reader

summary - You made an impulsive decision and bought a necklace adorned with gems. Why?

warning(s) - some cursing

word count : 967

A/N : here reader is also a witch, but it's mentioned only once soooo..

men / minors dni!

You have no idea why you bought it. You were already struggling financially, so why in gods name did you buy a necklace worth almost your entire fortune?! You tried to calm down your racing mind, sweating buckets as you try and figure out why you made the impulsive decision to buy a necklace. You thought maybe because it was beautiful, adorned with purple and green gems, but you've seen multiple magnificent things in life and you've never made the stupid decision to buy it, even when you wanted it so badly, so when egged you to buy this monstrosity?

As you paced around your living room, necklace in hand, a sudden knock at your front door caught your attention. With how loudly and rapidly they were knocking, they've probably been at it for awhile now. You rushed to the door, not wanting to keep the person waiting and seem like a bad person, but stopped halfway. You were living in the middle of nowhere. The reason being running away from the witch hunters. Yes, you had powers, powerful ones in fact, but harming others never sat right with you. And if harming someone or something didn't sit right with you, don't even mention killing someone.

So as quickly as you could, you placed the necklace down and grabbed a nearby frying pan, just for extra measures, and rushed to open the door, but not before peeping through the windows. After seeing who was outside, you sighed in annoyance and reluctantly opened the front door. Standing there was the one and only infamous witch killer, Agatha Harkness, and beside her, Lady Death, also known as your past lovers. Things were rocky after your break up, and even though it took you awhile for your heart to heal, you managed. But seeing them in front of you brought back all the buried up emotions you spent forever to get over.

"What do you want?" "We need somewhere to camp out, pet.", said Agatha. Before you could even reply her, she brushed past you and welcomed herself into your humble abroad. "Yes, do come in," the sentence was very obviously dripped with sarcasm, but Agatha decided to ignore it. You looked back to the front door, not surprised Rio wasn't standing there, she probably teleported herself inside. As you closed the door, Agatha spoke up "What's this necklace doing here? I have to say, it is a beauty, but aren't you like... broke?" "Don't be rude." said the green witch. You snatched the necklace out of her hands and rolled your eyes, "It's none of your business, Agatha."

And as you walked away to the kitchen, necklace still in hand, that's when you realized the reason you bought the necklace Well fuck, you were in deep shit. You kept asking yourself a certain question, didn't you get over them? And you always said yes, but I guess your dumbass still hasn't gotten over them. But who could blame you? Agatha's crystal blue eyes, Rio's dark brownish hair.... oh god you were trailing off again.

As you stood there in a daze, Agatha and Rio stared at you with utter confusion. You've always been a responsive and quick-witted person, so seeing you just standing there in your own world was certainly a new experience. "What's wrong with her?", whispered Agatha, "How the hell am I supposed to know?" You came back to your senses while they were whispering, not sure how to stay calm. You were supposed to be over them! Gone! Out of your heart and mind! But as you looked back down at the necklace in your hands, you couldn't help the longing stare you gave to both the necklace and them.

Rio could sense it, the longing, the wanting them back. She nudged the witch standing beside her, whose attention was occupied by the horrid decorations of your home, which you tried make do. As she looked at you, she too couldn't help but notice the stare you were giving them. To be honest, the reason the two witches came to your doorstep was because they wanted to try and mend the relationship you guys once had. Sure, they were content with each other, but you were still etched into their minds. And with that, they just needed to exchange a knowing look and went along with their plan to win you back.

You didn't notice them moving from their spot, too focused on the necklace in your hands. So it was an understatement at the fact you were startled when two pair of hands wrapped around you. But you didn't jump away from their embrace, instead leaning into the two pair of arms. You missed this, the warmth they radiated from their bodies. Rio took the necklace and clipped it around your neck as Agatha hugged you tighter, not willing to let go as she inhaled your scent, not wanting to forget it even though it was already embedded into her senses.

"I missed this," whispered Agatha. "We all did, and we're sorry, darling. For what we've done. Agatha and I were wondering if.... you'd like to give it another chance?" It was rare for Rio's voice to be this soft. She's always been this cold hearted woman, but the vulnerability in her voice didn't startle you, instead it brought a warmness to your heart. You stood there in their embrace for awhile, contemplating whether you should accept their proposal or not. "Last chance," you whispered.

And as you three stood there together, their hands traveled to the necklace around your neck. And you felt a tingly sensation in your stomach. You should've realized the reason you bought the necklace sooner, considering how the gems that adorned it were the signature colors of your two lovers.

A/N : not that big of a fan of this but whatever!!!! hope you enjoyed this! don't hesitate to give a request!!! ><

[lia-linny]

Summary: minhos little sister has always been invisible to most people. Maybe kim seungmin can be the person that only sees her.

Genre: (hurt), comfort, fluff,

Words: 2.4k

Yn has always been a little, unobtrusive girl. As a child, she was afraid of everything. whether it was small insects, scary ghosts or the naughty teenagers who often took her toys.

she was always quiet, didn't talk much and was always reserved if not shy around strangers.

but luckily for her, she had her older brother minho. he took better care of her than anyone else. Minho had sworn to protect his little sister from everything.

if a huge spider scared yn, minho would take a glass and paper and put the spider, which wasn't really that big, outside the front door (but not without teasing her).

if yn couldn't sleep at night because the ghosts under her bed were keeping her awake, minho would let her sleep in his bed and promise to keep an eye on her all night to make sure no ghosts came and took her away from him.

and when the teenagers from next door came and took away yn's toys and little cars, these same teenagers came to school afterwards with big patches and bruises and apologized meekly to yn.

but there was one thing minho couldn't protect his beloved little sister from, the cruelty of society, which taught little children from such an early age that they weren't enough.

everyone had to be perfect and draw attention to themselves by standing out, otherwise they were overlooked and forgotten, and yn had never been good at that.

She always preferred to hide, like begging for attention. But that led to her being forgotten.

when one of yn's classmates threw a party and invited everyone in the class but had obviously forgotten her invitation cart, every "oh you're still here? I thoughtyou went home." at family get-togethers or parties with friends, or when teachers forgot her name even after several years (but knew the names of all the other students tatelessly)

little situations like these gave yn little stabs every time until her heart was struggling to hold itself together.

she forced herself to come out of her shell more. she tried to join in conversations in smaller groups, to draw attention to herself, but she was overheard. it often felt as if she was invisible.

~☆~

~☆~

The leaves of the small deciduous trees sank to the ground in the soft light of the afternoon, but no one paid them any attention. Everyone was far too fascinated by the splendor of the beautiful cherry blossoms to notice the agony of the deciduous trees, which were losing their leaves due to this summer's drought. But just because the deciduous trees were not as popular, beautiful and famous as the cherry trees, did they not deserve any love?

Yn waited outside the small ice cream parlor where she wanted to meet her brother and his member seungmin and did what she did best. Being invisible, disappearing in the crowd, not attracting attention.

It had always been her "survival strategy". Not falling out of line paired with a little sarcasm and teasing. But in the long run, always being overlooked made her lonely. The people who were the most invisible perhaps needed someone who only saw them the most.

Seungmin tapped yn on the shoulder. She was startled out of her thoughts and looked directly into Seungmin's amused face, which was covered by a face mask and a cap pulled low over his face, but which she would still recognize within milliseconds.

His face was etched in her memory like no other. From all those sleepless nights when she prayed that he wouldn't overlook her, that his teasing only meant that he liked her too. More like a friend, more like minho's little sister.

Yn was pretty sure that seungmin had snuck up on her on purpose to scare her but didn't comment further.

"So, did you ever manage to break out of your study hell and have a little fun?" He grinned and she immediately went on the defensive.

It's not "study hell"... it can even be fun, but what can I do? you have to study to get good grades."

"Seriously... don't you ever have fun in life? You should think about something else besides studying, studying, stud..." his comment was stopped by one of yn's hands covering his mouth while she replied

"shut up seungmin. where is minho anyway?"

Seungmin sighed dramatically. "Am I not enough for you? Am I that terrible?" Yn just rolls his eyes.

"He... something came up. He told me to take you out for ice cream alone and maybe you'll see you later."

She felt the surprise and anxiety boil in her. Yn took a step back and lowered her gaze to the floor.

"Oh..." so seungmin was here because he wanted to go out for ice cream with minho (with her in tow), but her brother didn't have time and now seungmin had to entertain her somehow. Of course, minho hadn't canceled... he wanted her to finally go out again. But now he had forced seungmin to go out for ice cream with yn, even though he surely didn't want to and had only come out of politeness.

"Let's go inside! I really want to try the mint chocolate chip ice cream here!" Seungmin hadn't noticed the change in her mood, or at least he didn't let on.

Yn stumbled into the store behind him. Seungmin ran straight to the counter, where a wide variety of ice cream flavors were displayed. Yn stared at the flavors. Seungmin had already ordered his ice cream, so now it was her turn.

"Um... vanilla ice cream for me"

"Omg you're so basic" seungmin laughed "really vanilla? Can't you think of anything better?"

Normally she would have laughed but now she just shrugged her shoulders, lowered her head, took her ice cream without comment and headed for one of the tables.

She left a stunned seungmin behind. She usually laughed at his jibes and always had a good counterattack ready. And especially she never ever missed achance to make fun of his obsession with mint chocolate chip ice cream. What was wrong with her today?

He quietly followed her to the table and sat down at the opposite side of the table. They ate their ice cream in silence.

Had he done something wrong? he didn't behave any differently towards her...

"You know... you don't have to be here. I know you're only here because of minho and I don't want you to be forced to eat ice cream with me. you certainly have better things to do." her voice wasn't much louder than a whisper, and yet seungmin heard every single word and felt her insecureties floating in the air between them, like a thick cloud blocking her clear view.

So that was the problem... Seungmin was silent for a while, too taken aback by her comment, but then he replied hesitantly.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I might like you... or something?" Seungmin had always been bad at talking about his feelings with others but... "I'm not here for minho. Why would I be?"

Frustrated, yn closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You know you don’t have to say things just to be polite. Why would you like me? You're just perfect... I'm surprised you even know I exist, let alone know my name. That's more than most people can say about themselves. So why would you go out for ice cream with me if not for my brother? I'm nothing special."

She sheepishly lowered her gaze to her slowly melting ice cream.

Seungmin liked the quick-witted side of her much better. When she knew that teasing and little insults weren't really meant.

He hated to see her hurt, he hated the people who had made such a wonderful person belive over and over again that she was invisible, that no one could notice or like her.

But most of all he hated that she thought he couldn't see her.

How could he miss the most beautiful of flowers in a huge garden? Even though she was small, even though she didn't vie for his attention like the other flowers, Seungmin couldn't take his eyes off her.

Perhaps he was bad at showing how important she was to him. But he had always taken it for granted. Not for a second had the thought crossed his mind that she might think he didn't like her.

"Am I not allowed to go out for ice cream with my favorite lee? I thought you knew that you've always been my favorite. I like you better, like all the other siblings of my members and maybe... if I'm honest, I like you better too, like some of my members... minho can be really annoying sometimes."

It was a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. They both laughed a little but seungmin knew it wasn't enough to tell her that.

"Yn... I like you. Sometimes I think I like you a little too much. I asked minho if the three of us could have ice cream together because I wanted to see you again and because I was... a bit worried. I don't like it when you shut yourself off like that, just study all day and don't text me anymore... because I miss you. You have no idea how much you mean to me. How could I ever miss you or forget that you exist?"

Seungmin sighed, perhaps now was the time to confess his feelings. Now was the right moment. She looked at him a little puzzled by his previous monologue, but she widened her eyes in disbelief at his next words.

"yn i don't just like you as minho's sister and not just as a friend... i like you in... a romantic way. Whenever you're around me, I get these damn butterflies in my stomach and I think in my brain too. So would you go on a date with me?"

"What? Um... so... you're serious, right? It's not a bad joke?" she stammered as her cheeks grew red hot.

"No, I'm completely serious." he laughed.

Wow... um of course i'm going on a date with you... do you have any idea how long i've been waiting for this moment?" She giggled nervously.

yn was quite flustered. She had expected a lot of things, but not this. In her head, he would have said something like "ok, as long as I don't have to stay here with you just to be polite, I'm fine." and then he would have left. She would probably still have been able to handle that better than this.

"Sorry, I'm just slightly overwhelmed." She laughed, looking half-laughingly and half-helplessly at seungmin, who seemed amused by the situation.

"Good, then we'll meet tomorrow evening for our first official date." seungmin added with a laugh and yn giggled too.

Maybe by the next day she had processed the fact that her crush had just confessed his feelings to her and asked her out. Maybe then her brain would work again.

The two grinned at each other and then started eating their ice cream again. This time, they also chatted while they ate. They laughed, giggled and teased each other.

"The ice cream tastes so good"

"You basic bitch can't judge that with your vanilla"

"Hey, at least I have better taste than you. I still don't understand why you are so obsessed whith mint chocolate ice cream. It just tastes like toothpaste."

"Take that back! I'll defend mint chocolate ice cream with my life!"

"If you like it so much, why don't you go on a date with your ice cream?"

"Yes, maybe I should do that. It would only have advantages... the ice cream is delicious, not as cheeky as you and no one will try to steal it from me because this society has not yet recognized the incredible value and taste of mint chocolate ice cream."

~☆~

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[minminbunny]

Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock Singer! Bang Chan/Virgin Writer Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Chris, are you bitchless?" you asked, biting the ends of your pencil. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "If you mean single then, yeah?" he said, setting his headphones down. "What brought this up?" he asked, leaning back against his chair. You purse your lips, "It's just your new song for the talent show. It's very intimate," you said, pointing the pencil at him. Chan chuckled, rubbing the back of his nape, "I didn't write that, Changbin helped," he said, gulping down the denial. You squint your eyes, "Damn so your co-writer was the one that was getting laid?" you said, tilting your head. 

Chan nodded, "Exactly, I don't have time for a one night stand. I work at night," he said, defending himself. "Was it Changbin's idea to be topless too?" you asked, seeing through his lies. Chan gulped, "That wasn't me. It was a stunt devil. That looked exactly like me," he said, his ears heating. You nodded your head, "Ah. Is that so? He sounded just like you, too. That's amazing," you said, your tone heavy with sarcasm. Chan bit his bottom lip and nodded, "Ahm, very amazing," he replied, having the same tone of sarcasm. 

You sighed and smiled, "Bestie between the both of us. You're the one who needs to get bitches," you said, faux sobbing. Chan blinked, "Wha- Why?" he asked, his face in disbelief. You faux a frown, "Because if you're writing imaginary sexual songs. Then you're basically me just song edition. One of us gotta not be a virgin in this friendship," you said, wiping your faux tears. Chan scoffed, his eyes wavering, "Of course. The stuff I write is definitely about someone, not creative freedom at all," he said, nervously laughing. 

You gave him a deadpan look, "You're a terrible liar," you said, cupping his cheeks. Chan frowned and looked up from his seat, "You're one to say," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. You pulled away, "So, you really want someone to ride you, huh?" you asked, crossing your arms. Chan gulped, "Writing about riding is easier in terms of metaphors!" he exclaimed, shaking his fist. You scoffed, "Sure, if it were one song. I'm pretty sure you made like three," you said, squinting at him. 

Chan pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "Fine! You fucking cunt, yes! Maybe I fantasize about myself getting rode . It makes a good song and it spurs the fans on. Are you happy now?" he huffed, cheeks flushed with blush. You nodded, "Pleased. When's the last time you got some anyway?" you asked, setting your stuff aside. Clearly, this was more important than assignments. Chan nibbled his lip, "Months ago? I don't remember, I woke up the next day alone with no note," he sighed, brushing his hair back. 

You licked your lips, "What if I rode you? Would you allow that?" you asked, shuddering at his icy look. Chan tilted his head back, "You're tempting a dangerous game, little one," he said, his voice husky and low. You gulped, "I didn't know you have this side," you said, feeling intimidated. Chan chuckled, "Well, you were always my bratty little dongsaeng. There wasn't a need to overpower you," he said, standing up to pet your head. Your breath turned shallow and heavy, "Chris," you whispered, not knowing how to proceed. Chan noticed your dilemma, "Say please if you want me to take care of you, baby. Say no if you want me to stop. It's up to you, little one. I'm only here to provide," he reassured, stroking your hair. His fingers lightly brush against your cheek. You shuddered, looking up, "Please. Please take care of me," you said, your voice breathy and needy. Chan smirked, holding your chin, "Of course, anything for you, baby," he said, booping your nose. 

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping folds. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your cunt open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your clit. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight cunt. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little girl," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your cunt accepting his girthy tip. 

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock. 

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babygirl. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock. 

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your cervix every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy cunt at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little cunt," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster. 

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little girl. I can feel your needy cunt milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good girl," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers rub your clit in tandem. 

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping cunt

AMAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping ass. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your hole open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your rim. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight hole. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little boy," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your hole accepting his girthy tip.

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock.

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babyboy. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock.

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your prostate every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy hole at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little hole," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster.

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little boy. I can feel your needy hole milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good boy," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers stroke your cock in tandem.

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping hole.

[theonevoice]

Have a gold star...

I swear, I started this as a wholesome innocent comment on how when Crowley has to think of a prize, after 6000+ years, his sweet head still goes to stars as the ultimate symbol of something beautiful and cherished.

But then I was struck by something: sarcasm.

Both times, when he tells someone to "have a gold star," he doesn't say it with a tone of affectionate irony, like the cool-but-sweet uncle with a rough personality but a soft heart. He says it with a tone of bitter sarcasm, of painful disenchantment.

Because it's not a prize that he is offering; it's a sop, a cruel joke-gift, something that will get you excited at first just because you have a stupid, naive, innocent soul, and you will later realize that it means nothing to the one who assigned it to you, and that they are ready to take it away whenever they want, while the rest of the world laughs at your ridiculous gullibility.

Because this is what stars were for him.

They were his beloved, exciting creation. The star-factory nebula was his cherished task, assigned to him by God, and he believed that it was meant to be a thing of beauty and splendor, and hold value in the grand scheme of the universe... only to discover, immediately after he created it, that it was never intended to have any value at all. It meant nothing to God. It wasn't even planned to last enough to fullfill its purpose. It was a joke, a cruel prank. 

The stars were God's bad pun of giving angel!Crowley something to do, and love, and have hope and expectations for, and then taking it away. Revealing that it was just a shiny piece of gold cardstock that only a simpleton could consider valuable. Of course he can only say "have a gold star" as a dry snarky sarcastic comment on someone who thinks they have achieved something meaningful when it's actually nothing. Be it the Them defeating the Four Horsemen. Be it Muriel being noticed by the Metatron.

Great, sure, have a gold star, be all excited and squealing with happiness, it will turn into ashes before you even know it.

I am not sure that Crowley's snake eyes were ever intended to signal that he cannot see the stars because snakes have bad vision (even ignoring the zoological fact that they are sensitive to UV light though, so they should still see astronomical objects, in the book it says that demons must be able to see at night, and that's why Crowley doesn't need to turn on the lights on the Bentley), but for sure the Fall and Heaven's cruelty has ruined the stars for him, in a way.

Now, in his mind, they are the ultimate symbol of delusion, of naivety, of foolishly investing your love and passion and hopes in something, of stupidly ignoring that the things you cherish will be ruined or taken away from you or leave you on their own accord.

That's also why Aziraphale's "nothing lasts forever" cuts him so deep. That's why his "no... no, I dont' suppose it does" sounds so much like a truth that he is remembering instead of one that he has jsut discovered.

Here you go, you did it again, you thought you had something significant and instead it was just like your stars, you should have known that whenever you find something beautiful it's just a matter of time before you lose it, you shouldn't get too attached.

In s1e6 he says it to the Them, in s2e6 he says it to Muriel. I do hope that in s3e6 he will get the chance to say it again, but this time it will be honest and out of joy, because whatever is going to happen will make him able again to believe that you can be happy, and can hold onto the good things that you love. You can have all the gold stars, for real. They don't always have to disappear and leave you in pain. They can stay with you.

[goldfades]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "Could you write a Paige bueckers x Fem Reader pls! where they’re enemies but everyone is always teasing them (everything’s regular, like she plays for UConn and the reader can be a cheerleader or something idk). It can lead to smut or just a super cute story. Ofc you don’t have to follow the plot!"

─ word count | 1.8k

─ warnings | teasing obviously, kinda mean paige but not really, cheer coach being mean, mention of coach's weight (i had to im sorry), hurt/comfort (my new fav trope omg)

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @eupheteral and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

─ ev's notes | my requests are closed rn but if yall wanna send in some concepts, please do i'm willing to indulge (trust me this more of a gift to me than anyone)

"OH THERE SHE GOES AGAIN, THE DRAMA QUEEN!" PAIGE MOCKS as you feel your cheeks get red in embarrassment.

KK and Azzi exchange glance before looking back at the two of you. You let out an irritated scoff as Paige drank her water, her eyebrows raising as she awaited your response. You knew she was trying to get a reaction out of you, to see you stumble over your words and get embarrassed.

"Oh shut up," you landed on the simplest response as you rolled your eyes. Paige laughed as she shook her head in amusement as KK stifled a laugh.

Paige's mocking tone grated on your nerves, sparking irritation that simmered just beneath the surface. You shot her a pointed glare, your jaw clenched in frustration as you fought to keep your composure.

Paige smirked, clearly relishing the opportunity to ruffle your feathers. "Oh, did I hit a nerve, sweetheart?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she took a sip of her water, her gaze never leaving yours.

"I'm not a drama queen," you scoffed. "And I wasn't even talking to you! I was talking to Azzi!"

"Well you should've spoken quieter." Paige quickly retorted as your nose flared in utter irritation. "Oh nice jersey by the way," she added as she glanced down at the jersey you were wearing.

You rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration. You were a cheerleader and your team had decided to add some extra support for the girl's basketball team, so they made all the girls wear someone's jersey.

Now this wouldn't be a problem if they would've chosen any other girl on the team, but no. Somehow you ended up with Paige's and now you're sure, you'll never live it down.

"I'll speak however I want, thank you very much," you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "And as for the jersey, it's not like I had much of a choice in the matter."

Paige's smirk widened at your response, clearly reveling in your annoyance. "And here I thought cheerleaders were supposed to be graceful."

You scoffed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at Paige's jab. "Graceful or not, at least I'm not the one tripping over my own ego," you fired back, your tone sharp with irritation.

Paige let out a melodramatic gasp, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense. "Ouch, that stings," she replied, her smirk never faltering. "At least I can back up my ego."

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by Paige's attempt to deflect your jab. "Oh, please," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, being able to shoot hoops doesn't make you a saint."

"Oh, but twirling around in the air with little pom-pom's does?" Paige's laughter echoed as you rolled your eyes. "I'd like to see you try and shoot a 3-pointer."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Paige's retort, her laughter infectious despite the underlying tension between you. "Fair enough," you relented, a playful glint in your eyes. "But I'd like to see you try and nail a perfect pyramid."

Paige raised an eyebrow, a challenge dancing in her gaze. "You wanna bet?" she replied, her smirk widening into a grin.

Azzi finally cut in and the both of you snapped out of it, remembering that it wasn't just the two of you at the table. "No, Paige, you're not going to be doing any tricks until the season is over."

You and Paige exchanged a knowing glance, the teasing atmosphere still lingering in the air between you. "Damn it," Paige teased, shooting Azzi a playful pout.

Azzi simply rolled her eyes, unfazed by Paige's antics. "Someone has to keep you in line," she quipped, a hint of amusement in her voice.

KK chuckled from beside Paige. "I actually wanna see Paige try and do that little trick in the air, uh... what is it called?"

Paige shot KK a playful glare, her competitive spirit reignited by his challenge. "You mean a basket toss?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as your lips curved into a smile at Paige's response. "How did you know that?"

"You always talk about how can't nail a basket toss, what can I say? I catch on." Paige shrugged as if it was nothing as you exchanged a playful smirk. "Can't be that hard."

KK started laughing as she shook her head in amusement. "Dude, it is hard."

"It can't be that hard. Maybe for Y/N..." Paige teased as you shot her a glare. "But not for me."

"Okay, let's bet. How much?" You glared at the blonde as she laughed. "50$."

"Only 50$? Please, let's see... 100$." Paige raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit igniting at the mention of a bet.

You exchanged a glance with KK and Azzi, a mixture of excitement and annoyance bubbling within you. "Deal, let's shake on it."

"Okay, I'll give you 100$ if I can't land it and if I can, you'll give me it." Paige explained as she accepted your handshake with a smile.

"Yeah, that's how betting works, P." You teased as Paige's grip tightened slightly, a playful glint in her eyes as she shot you a glare.

"Shut up."

"You first."

"I asked you first,"

"Technically, not really-"

KK scoffed in amusement, interrupting your banter with a shake of her head. "You two are like an old married couple," she remarked, unable to hide her amusement. "Just kiss already."

"Oh shut up!" You guys both said union, Paige's blush obvious on her cheeks as she groaned.

──

The basketball game unfolded on the court, while you stood on the sidelines, cheering on your team with all your might. The gymnasium echoed with the applause of the crowd, the energy palpable as you did your usual routine.

But tonight, everything just felt like a haze. Every cheer felt forced, every move seemed to lack the usual grace and precision that defined your performances. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or finals that had finally been getting to you, but you were exhausted.

On top of all that, your coach was watching you like a hawk, his expression disapproving. With every misstep, you could feel his disappointment weighing heavily on your shoulders, adding to the burden of exhaustion that already consumed you.

Each word felt like a blow to your confidence, leaving you feeling hurt. You tried to maintain your focus, to push past the exhaustion and perform at your best, but it felt like an uphill battle.

Your coach's voice rang out above the din of the crowd, his words sharp. "Y/N, what was that? You call that a toe touch? I've seen better from a beginner! Jesus Christ."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought to hold them back, to maintain a facade of composure in the face of your coach's harsh criticism. But inside, you were crumbling, your confidence shaken to its core.

Paige's head turned at that, she was sitting on the bench as she watched the exchange between you and the coach. Sensing your hurt, her expression softened, a flicker of concern crossing her features.

And as the final buzzer sounded and the game drew to a close, you excused yourself from the team and practically ran to the bathroom. You sniffled quietly as you let the tears out freely, feeling the weight of the entire night crashing on your shoulders.

After a few minutes, you cleaned up your running make-up and made your way back to the court to get your stuff. As you made your way towards the exit, you heard a familiar voice call out to you from behind. Turning around, you were surprised to see Paige running tp toward you, her expression softened with concern.

"Hey," she said softly, taking a step closer to you. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, forcing a small smile despite the lingering traces of tears on your cheeks. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, your voice wavering slightly.

She gestured for you to keep walking and you did, she walked up next to you. "You don't look fine," she remarked, her tone gentle yet firm. "Tell me what happened."

"Nothing," you replied rather defensively as Paige shot you a glare. You knew she was just trying to help so you sighed, trying to relax yourself. "It's not that big of a deal."

Paige narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly not buying your attempt to brush off the situation. "If it's bothering you enough to run off like that, then it's definitely a big deal."

You sighed, realizing that you couldn't hide your feelings from Paige, nor did you really want to. With a slump of your shoulders, you relented. "Fine, it's just... Coach was being really harsh on me tonight,"

Paige's expression softened, her concern evident as she listened to your explanation. "Yeah, I figured. I'm sorry." She paused, feeling slightly awkward as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. "If it makes you feel a better, I don't think he twirl in the air like you. Or just in general, 'cus you know, he's like 200 pounds."

Your lips curved into a smile before you even knew it, rolling your eyes as a laugh escaped your mouth. Her awkwardness melted away as she joined in your laughter as she watched your expression closely.

"No but seriously." Her smile softened as she gazed back at you. "Don't let him determine your worth. I already know you're gonna go pro." Paige paused as she took in her words, shaking her head as you let out another laugh. "Can you go pro in cheer?"

"I don't think so," you replied with a grin, shaking your head. "But hey, who knows? Maybe I'll be the first."

Paige chuckled, her smile widening as she playfully nudged your shoulder. "Well, if anyone can do it, it's you."

You felt her gaze locked on you as your lips began to hurt from grinning. You felt your cheeks warm up as her blue eyes held yours, a warmth spreading through you at the intensity of her gaze. It was as if time had slowed down, the bustling gymnasium fading into the background as you found yourself captivated by the depth of Paige's eyes.

Unable to tear your gaze away from hers, you felt a flutter of something unfamiliar stir within you—a warmth that spread from the depths of your being and settled comfortably in the space between you and Paige.

With a soft smile, Paige broke the spell, her laughter ringing out once more as she playfully nudged your shoulder. "Come on, let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?" You laughed as Paige's hand naturally fell on the small of your back to lead you to the exit.

"To celebrate with the girls." Paige smiled. You didn't need any more convincing, you were down for whatever. "You still hate my cocky ass, or whatever?"

You let out a breathless laugh as you shook your head, she always had to ruin the moment. She opened the door for you as she led you to her car, her hand lingering on the small of your back.

"Of course. You still think I'm a drama queen?"

Paige nodded as she smirked. "Always."

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⭐️ Perfect ⭐️

                            July 26th, 2024

                       Los Angeles, California

                Deadpool & Wolverine Premiere

Tonight was the night we'd all been waiting for, the night we've worked so hard for. Tonight was the premiere party for Deadpool & Wolverine. I'd been working with the director, Shawn Levy along with making sure Hugh and Ryan had everything they needed while on set. I developed a super close friendship with Hugh and Ryan during the long filming process. I'd also gotten close with Blake, Ryan's wife. To be quite honest, everyone on our crew is probably the only people I'd consider friends since moving to Los Angeles four years ago.

I've done several films as a director's assistant over the last three years, but this film had been the greatest project I'd been apart of. Blake and I were at my home getting ready for the premiere while Hugh and Ryan were with Shawn preparing to meet us at the premiere. Our stylist came by earlier to finish up Blake and I's hair and makeup. They had us both sporting cute up-dos with a more natural makeup look with lighter neutral colors.

"I wonder what the guys are wearing tonight." Blake said while slipping into her beautiful red dress.

I shrugged, grabbing my black dress, sliding it on, "I don't know. Shawn wouldn't say."

She chuckled, "He never does. Did your ex finally stop blowing you up? Wasn't he trying to like show up on set some of the days we were filming?"

I rolled my eyes with disgust, "Yes, and yes. It's so funny how you ignore someone when you're with them and cheat on them but once they leave you on your ass, you want their attention."

We grabbed our stuff and headed towards the door as we saw our ride pulling up the driveway, "Have you met anybody you're even interested in yet? Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."  She smirked.

I laughed, shaking my head as we climbed into the SUV that was picking us up to shuttle us to the event, "Shut up, Blake. You're stating to sound like your husband."

She laughed, smiling at me, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I looked at her, sarcasm dripping through my facial expression and my voice, "It is."

She took a hesitant breath, "Seriously though, someone asked me about you."

I looked at her curiously, "And who would that be?"

She smirked, "Hugh. He was at our place the other night while you and Shawn stayed behind to finish up cutting scenes."

My jaw dropped, "What did he say?"

She shrugged, "He just asked us how long you'd been single and if he seemed like your type. He said he thinks you're gorgeous."

I turned to face her, completely flabbergasted, "You are so full of shit, Lively."

She burst into laughter, "Ask Ryan!"

I widened my eyes, shaking my head, "He's more full of shit than you are!" I failed to contain my laughter at this point.

She giggled, "Just watch. Pay attention to how he looks at you at the premiere. You'll see."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Okay, Blake."

Had Hugh actually talked to Ryan and Blake about me? He was a nice guy. We'd become friends since we met on set over a year ago. We'd done some press together and make each other laugh, but for some reason, I doubt he'd be interested in me. Not that there's anything wrong with me, he's just one of the biggest A-List celebrities in the world. He's also not even one year out of separation from his wife of 27 years. Dating is probably the last thing on this man's mind.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet. I couldn't shake my thoughts. I think he's handsome, he's absolutely ripped and his personality is out of this world. His accent is pretty sexy, too.

As we pulled up to the premiere location, Blake and I exited our vehicle, "Let's go, girls." Blake said, channeling her inner Shania Twain causing me to smile.

"Where's the boys?" I asked as we walked down the corridor.

Blake checked her phone, "They're waiting to step onto the red carpet. Which is..." she trailed off while looking down the corridor, "Right down there on the left."

I nodded, trying to hide my nerves. I've been on other movie sets, I've worked with other stars but I've never done a red carpet event. What if I fall and bust my ass? What if my dress malfunctions? So many what-ifs. As we arrived to the end of the corridor, I see Hugh, Ryan and Shawn waiting for us. Blake walks over to Ryan and they share a quick kiss.

"Anyone else feel like a 3rd wheel?" I jokingly said towards Hugh and Shawn, causing Shawn to shake his head and laugh, "Every time I work with these two." He said.

Hugh hooked his arm around mine, "You can be my date tonight." He gave me a smile.

I blushed, looking towards Blake as she gave me a silly 'I told you' look while hooking her arm around Ryan's. "Ohhhh, Big Deb's gonna be pissed!" He spat jokingly causing us all to laugh.

Hugh shrugged, "Oh well. She's the one that wanted to end things. Time to move on. Plus, I don't want to be the nerd showing up without a date." He said with a laugh and cheeky grin.

Ryan looked at me, "Fuck you, your first time on the red carpet and you're going as Hugh Jackman's date. I had to fondle his balls just to get him on this film. You lucky, lucky girl."

I shook my head, about to ruin my 2 hour makeup job from tears hitting my eyes at this point due to laughing so hard. "Guys, I'm pretty sure we need to go out there." I chuckled pointing towards the doorway that led to the red carpet.

We all nodded in agreement and made our way out. The sound of the thousands of photographers, fans screaming and journalists on the red carpet filled my ears. I felt Hugh tighten his grip on my arm, whispering in my ear, "Don't be nervous, you're gonna do great!" Causing me to smile.

We all posed for pictures as the reporters went wild. Hugh had not been seen in public with anyone since his split last year, so this was a big deal. The movie we'd all worked our asses off on was a big deal. The shouting was unreal and unbelievably loud.

Blake and Ryan went to another spot to do solo photos, leaving Hugh and I to ourselves on the carpet. A reporter took this as his perfect moment to approach us with rapid fire questions I was bracing myself for.

"Hugh. Kaitlyn. How does it feel to be on the red carpet tonight?" He asked, shoving the microphone into our faces.

We at looked at each other, "It feels great, mate. Glad to be here." Hugh said with a smile.

"Like he said, we're honored to be here." I said with a big smile.

"Kaitlyn, this is your first time on the red carpet." The journalist said matter of factly.

I nodded in agreement, noticing Hugh has not taken his eyes off of me. "It is."

The journalist continued to pry, "First red carpet and you're on Hugh Jackman's arm, how does that feel?" He asked.

I blushed, "Ryan Reynolds paid me to be his date. Someone had to take one for the team." I smirked, causing the journalist and Hugh to laugh.

As we continued our walk down the carpet, Hugh moved his hand from my arm to around my waist. We talked with many more journalists and posed for hundreds of photos before heading off the carpet to the back of the venue. There were some artists that were due to perform for the event. Some of them included Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Jelly Roll, etc.

Hugh looked over at me, "Noldsy paid you, huh?" He joked.

I joked, "Only a few hundred."

He playfully gripped his chest, "Ouch."

I threw my hands up signaling defeat, "If it helps, I'm glad I took one for the team and you weren't stuck holding Shawn on the red carpet."

He grimaced playfully at the sight, "You're certainly the prettier one."

I snickered. "Am I?"

He nodded with a cheeky smile, "Loads, sweetheart."

I'm starting to think Blake may have not been as full of shit as I'd thought. We made our way back to Blake and Ryan catching up in the crowd to watch the musical entertainment of the night. Taylor Swift took the stage first, causing Ryan to fan girl. Ed Sheeran came on right after, all was great until he began performing his hit song 'Perfect'. All of the couples in the crowd had begun slow dancing. It was a romantic, sweet song but being single in a crowd of couples was depressing.

I felt a presence behind me as a hand made its way to my lower back, "Care to dance with me?" I heard in an Australian accent.

I looked over my shoulder to see Hugh smiling a bit nervously. I turned to face him and gave him a nod and small smile, allowing him to pull me into his arms for a slow dance. We both swayed to the song, singing along, never breaking eye contact. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping he'd kiss me. I could tell he was thinking about it as his eyes kept trailing from my eyes to my lips as he held me close, continuing to sway to the sound of Ed Sheeran serenading the crowd.

I slowly bit my lip as I noticed his eyes glance at my lips again. His face slowly coming closer. I could feel Blake and Ryan's gaze on us wondering what was about to happen. Did I even know what was about to happen? Did I want to know? Before I could process any more thoughts of my own, I felt his lips on mine. They were soft and he smelled so damn good.

I know we're standing in a room full of hundreds of thousands of people, but in this moment, it feels as if he and I were the only two people in the room. The kiss was slow and passionate.

He slowly pulled away, still swaying me and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but I've had a crush on you ever since we began working together. I've wanted to ring you so many times and tell you, but I didn't want to complicate things on set."

I smiled pulling him for another kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away, "Ryan actually didn't pay me to be your plus one."

He chuckled, "I know."

I looked up at him, "Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?"

He nodded, grabbing my hand, leading us through the massive crowd of people. As we made our way down out of the concert venue back to the corridor, we noticed Blake and Ryan already ahead of us.

"Ah Pal, gettin' lucky, huh?" Ryan smirked.

Hugh and I laughed, "We are too. It's okay. Embrace it. Embrace the amounts of great sex you're about to have." Ryan continued while nodding his head as if he were a love guru.

"Goodnight, Ryan." We both said in unison watching Blake, who was unable to control her laughter at this point.

Hugh and I made our way to the car and of course couldn't escape the sea of paparazzi. Except this time, we didn't pose for pictures and continued to the car. There were pressing matters that needed to be attended to first. Once we got into the car, we instructed the driver to take us to my house.

Hugh rested his arm around my shoulders, "How long have you known?"

I looked at him, confused, "How long have I known what?"

He looked at me seriously, "That I have a thing for you."

I shrugged, "I actually didn't. Blake mentioned it to me earlier, but I assumed she was full of shit. Kind of like the time you told Ryan to come to your Christmas party in an ugly sweater so he shows up and everyone else is in Dior."

Hugh laughed, "Love, you're anything but an ugly sweater at a party full of people wearing Dior."

I began laughing, "You get the point."

He gave me the boyish smile that had melted my heart since the first time I saw him onscreen and pushed a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, "You are the most elegant, beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

I blushed, "You're not so bad yourself. I've actually had more of a school girl crush on you since the first X-Men movie."

He smiled cockily, "Really?"

I nodded, "Really."

He pulled me in for another kiss, this time pulling me onto his lap, deepening the kiss. I could feel his erection growing beneath me, causing me to pull away so we didn’t cause our driver to have a wreck before we made it back to my place.

“So what do we do now?” I asked casually, looking at him.

He shrugged, getting close to my ear, whispering “We’re going back to your place first, then I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week. After that, we’ll cuddle. I’ll make you pancakes in the morning and after that, you’ll never want to leave.”

I chuckled pulling him into another kiss.

[majinbangus]

What happens when soap's on again and off again gf finds out he got someone else pregnant? And do you think she would try to keep him from his children and reader?

Also I hope Soap tells his mom and she chews him out for not being better to reader 😭 (I also want Soap's mom know already that she's going to be a grandma to twins and just kept it from Johnny for reader's health too.)

i struggled with this one, but it turned out hopeful in the end i hope its good

"What're you doing here?"

You don't know what hurts more: the way he said that as if he doesn't want you there (which he probably doesn't; you don't want to be there, either, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less), or the apprehensive look he doesn't bother masking. He's never really been one to hide his emotions, but would it have killed him to pretend to be on amicable terms with you for at least a couple of hours? Dumbass.

"I'm doing great, MacTavish, thanks for asking." You go for an overly friendly inflection, but anyone listening in would be able to hear the biting undertone in your sarcasm. "How have you been? Wonderful, you say? That's absolutely grand. Glad to hear it. Truly, thank you for taking the time to welcome me into your home."

You attempt a smile, but from the way Soap's expression pinches at it, it more than likely comes off as a poorly veiled scowl. You can't bring yourself to care. You're more focused on keeping yourself from breaking down, rubbing your hand almost obsessively over your belly, trying to calm yourself with the soothing motion. Soap looks down at it, face flashing with something. You're tempted to call it regret. Whether that's for knocking you up or for hurting you just now or something else entirely, you have no clue. He clenches his fists.

"... Does my family know that you're... that I'm..?"

That's what he's concerned about? Fucking prick. You're half-tempted to announce it to his whole family now. You didn't even want to be at his family gathering in the first place, but Mrs. MacTavish insisted, and you adore his mother (so much so that you’re afraid of her, too). It's been months since you last saw all the MacTavishes in person (for obvious reasons), and you know if you refused another invitation, the woman, though getting up there in age, would've dragged you to the party herself.

You rub your belly a tad faster, and his eyes dart down to the anxious movement again. "No, MacTavish, your family does not know you got me pregnant, so you can stop worrying. I... wasn't planning on telling them. Not now, at least. Or ever. I don’t know. I’m still thinking about stuff."

Perhaps it's the right call, perhaps not (it most likely isn’t), but the tension that visibly leaks out of his body offends you. 

"That's... probably for the best,” He exhales slowly.

“For you or for me?” You snark and he at least has the decency to wince.

“Hen… Princess–”

“Don’t call me that.” You curl your lips at him, teeth bared. A bitter kind of hurt grinds within your chest. He only called you that once before. For one night. It meant nothing to him, but everything to you. “Don’t pretend to care; you never called back to talk like we agreed. You’re such a prick, MacTavish.” 

“You never reached out, either,” He shoots back with a defensive frown that doesn’t feel justified. “And I have a reason for not calling back earlier…”

“Was that reason your girlfriend?”

His silence is telling.

You scoff with a derisive laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, it’s not like that,” He tries to protest, but you remain staunch in your acrimony. 

“Sure, it’s not.” You roll your eyes. “If it isn’t anything else, then what is it?”

“We,” Soap hesitates, breaking eye contact to focus on where your hand is on your stomach. He swallows, rephrasing himself. “After our phone call, I brought up what happened between us… Tried to explain what happened… Communicate with her since that was always a problem we had.”

“And?” You prompt after he falls silent for a few seconds, though you think you can predict where this story is going.

“She didn’t take it well.” He continues, “We’ve been fighting about it. Trying to come to a compromise, but she’d rather I cut contact with you.”

“You… don’t want that?” You smother any bit of hope you feel. You have to.

He doesn’t answer the question verbally, merely shaking his head. It doesn’t feel like a good enough response, but you can’t push him on it because then he’s talking again. “We’re not wanting the same things. Every conversation about it–” about you “–turns into an argument, and we’ve decided to…”

“Go on a break?” You fill in, but he shakes his head again, avoiding your gaze.

“I think it’s permanent this time.”

Oh. That’s… skeptical. After years of watching them go back and forth, it’s hard to believe the permanence of their breakup. You wouldn’t be surprised if that changed as soon as next week, or even tomorrow. But maybe it’s true this time. Maybe they won’t reconcile. If that’s the case, you are glad he’ll be out of such an exhausting relationship, but you won’t let yourself believe he’ll develop feelings for you. 

“I’m sorry,” You offer instead and Soap chuckles humorlessly.

“Do you mean that?”

“I don’t, but I know she was important to you.” Probably still is, but you won’t dwell on that. “I’m still upset with you, though.”

He chuckles again, a little more genuinely this time. It’s almost enough to make you smile. Almost. “Aye, I know. I deserve it.”

“You do.” And maybe a slap. A cathartic slap. Perhaps not for him, but it might do you good. “And you’re still a prick, but now that you’re not… occupied… Can we figure everything out?”

It’s small, but you can’t help that spark of hope that blooms in your chest at the soft smile he gives you.

“I’d like nothing more, Princess.”

(His mother heard the whole thing. She’ll discuss it later with the both of you. But for now, she’ll stay out of it and let you two work it out before getting involved. She just hopes her idiot son doesn’t mess things up with you. 

She much rather prefers you over his ex, after all.)

[hvnyrt]

Brat reader with Jason on a ferriswheel at night. Bonus points if they're not together yet

Up High, Down Low

JASON X AFAB! READER

Hey there! Thank you so much for submitting a request! I wasn't sure if you wanted NSFW or not, but I couldn't help myself soooo there's a little smut. Enjoy!

SUMMARY: You and Jason go on a ferris wheel ride together, your riffng is something that's always been apart of your friendship, until it gets taken a little too far

WARNINGS: afab!reader, teasing, brattiness, public-ish sex, fingering, edging, 18+, minors do NOT INTERACT

WC: 2.5k

The Ferris wheel creaked softly as it started its ascent, each wheel turning with a rhythmic groan. You leaned back in the seat, arms crossed over your chest, and huffed dramatically, just to make sure Jason knew how bored you were.

“You know, I thought this was supposed to be fun,” you said, eyes lazily scanning the lit-up skyline. “But honestly? Kinda overrated.”

Jason, sitting across from you, glanced up at the dark sky, his arms casually draped over the edge of the seat. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. He was playing it cool, but you knew better.

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who wanted to come up here,” Jason shot back, his tone dry. “I’m just along for the ride.”

You rolled your eyes, tapping your foot against the metal floor. The world below was full of lights and noise, but up here, everything felt distant, separated from the chaos you both usually navigated. It should’ve felt peaceful, but somehow, the stillness only made you more restless.

“Whatever,” you muttered, leaning over the side and staring down at the carnival below. The lights blurred into a mix of red, yellow, and blue, as if the whole world had been dipped in neon paint. “I bet you think this is romantic, huh? Sitting up here with the city all lit up, stars above...”

Jason snorted, his gaze flicking to you. “Yeah, sure. Totally. Nothing says romance like a Ferris wheel in the middle of Gotham.”

The Ferris wheel groaned as it reached its peak, the sound of the metal grinding against itself almost drowning out the noise of the carnival below. You shifted uncomfortably in the seat, feeling the wind tug at your jacket, and stared at the twinkling city lights spread out beneath you. It wasn’t exactly how you imagined Gotham to look when you’d heard it called “beautiful” — more like a maze of lights and shadows, a skyline of contradictions.

And yet, it was hard to ignore the way your heart fluttered when Jason’s voice broke through the silence.

“You know, I’ve never really understood why people think this is romantic,” he said, his tone low, but still carrying that edge of sarcasm you were so used to. He was leaning back in the seat now, his arms resting casually on the bars, eyes half-lidded. There was something almost dangerous about how comfortable he looked, even up here.

“Yeah, ‘cause Gotham is known for being the city of love,” you shot back, unable to stop yourself from sounding like a smartass. “Maybe we should take a nice stroll through Crime Alley after this, too. You know, for that perfect date night vibe.”

Jason’s gaze flicked to you then—eyes narrowing ever so slightly, but not in anger. More like a challenge. His lips quirked, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You really are something else, you know that? Always gotta keep pushing, don’t you?”

You didn’t look away from him. “Someone’s got to keep you in check.”

His smirk deepened. “That so?” he asked, leaning forward slightly, and for a brief moment, it felt like the space between you closed by inches. “And you think you’re the one to do it?”

The air around you felt heavier, charged. His gaze was intense—daring, almost predatory in the way it swept over you, taking in every subtle shift of your posture. You shifted in your seat, your breath hitching ever so slightly, but you didn’t let it show. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of getting inside your head.

“Maybe I just like seeing how easy it is to get under your skin,” you replied with a raised eyebrow, crossing your arms tighter over your chest. The words came out sharper than you meant them to, but you weren’t backing down.

Jason’s lips quirked at the corners, like he knew exactly what you were doing. “I think you’re just a brat who likes to act like she doesn’t care.”

Your stomach tightened at that, a flicker of something dangerous lighting up your insides. He gets under my skin too easily.

"I care," you said, a little more sharply than intended. “Just not about this.” You motioned vaguely to the carnival below, and to the cage you both were stuck in.

He didn’t miss a beat. His eyes locked onto you, a flicker of something darker, something almost predatory. “Oh, I know you care,” he said, voice lowering, the words like a promise. “But you’re too busy trying to hide it.”

You sucked in a breath, but didn’t let yourself react. You were used to Jason’s games. He liked to push, liked to get people riled up, and you were no different. But there was something in the air now that made it feel like this was different. Like this wasn’t just a casual conversation anymore.

You leaned forward, your gaze narrowing on him. “You don’t know anything about me,” you said, your tone half daring him to keep pushing, half inviting him to.

Jason shifted slightly in his seat, leaning forward just enough to close some of the distance between you. The way his eyes trailed down to your lips, then back to your eyes, sent a spark of heat straight through you, and for a second, you forgot to breathe.

“Don’t I?” he asked, voice like velvet and smoke, low and dangerous. “I think I know exactly how you work. You like the fight. You like being challenged.” He glanced at your crossed arms. “But deep down, you like when someone can actually push back. Don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. You were doing everything you could not to let him see the effect he was having on you. But he could see it, of course. Jason always saw through people, always felt the shift in the air, in the way you moved, the way you breathed.

“You talk a big game for someone so sure of himself,” you muttered, even as you tried to keep your voice steady.

He leaned a little closer, his presence filling the small space between you both. You could feel the heat of his body, the subtle tension in the air, like something was about to snap. His hand brushed against the side of the seat near yours, just enough that you could feel the press of his fingers against the metal.

Your eyes locked on his hand, then slowly dragged up to his face. His expression was unreadable, but there was something dark simmering behind his eyes. Something raw, something almost dangerous.

“You’re right,” Jason said quietly. “I’m not just sure of myself. I’m sure of you, too.”

Your pulse raced. “What the hell does that mean?” you asked, a breathless edge creeping into your voice, even though you tried to keep it steady.

Jason’s smirk was slow, deliberate, and damn near smug. “It means I know exactly how much you’re trying not to care. But you do. You care, and you want me to keep pushing.”

The words hit you harder than you wanted to admit. A rush of heat flooded your chest and neck, but you kept your guard up, even as every part of you seemed to want to shatter. “Keep talking, Todd. You’re really good at this... but I’m not impressed.”

His gaze sharpened, and then his lips curved into something darker, something almost predatory. “No? You sure? I think you’re impressed. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

You felt the urge to say something, anything, to put him back in his place. But your words caught in your throat when Jason moved just a little closer, leaning in just enough that the scent of him—leather, something dark and masculine—flooded your senses. You could feel the heat radiating from him, could practically hear the beat of his heart.

Your breath hitched. You told yourself it was because of the height, because the ride had just crested and the wind was messing with you. But you knew that wasn’t it. The way Jason was looking at you, so sure, so intense—he made you feel like you were both caught in a storm.

“Don’t,” you warned, voice trembling just enough to give him an opening. “Don’t make this about—”

Jason’s eyes darkened, cutting you off with a single, sharp movement. He leaned even closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Make it about what, exactly? You?” He chuckled softly. “You can act like you don’t care all you want. But I can see it in your eyes. You like this.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when your heart was racing, not when your body was so aware of his every movement. The air between you felt suffocating now, heavy with tension, charged with something too tempting to ignore.

Jason cut you off with a quick grab to your chin, pulling your lips to crash into his. He claimed your mouth, using his tongue to claim all over you. You fought him back, fighting for dominance. Yet he was stronger, and well, you wanted to lose.

He was, of course, right too. You could deny the dynamic between your friendship was palpable with sexual tension. The two of you always bantered back and forth, but it never ended up like this.

 You whined and moaned into his mouth, as he took one of his large hands and quickly unbuttoned your jeans. You gasped when he did this, watching his large, calloused hands take control of you in the small cage, hundreds of feet in the air. Without warning, he picked you up on his lap, and began to abuse your cunt with his fingers. He pumped your hole as he used his other hand to pinch your nipples over your shirt.

You whined and moaned, the sounds of the carnival drowning you moans out, yet the knowledge of him taking you like this publicly had you drenched.

“Oh so this is what it was about. Sweet thing just needed something good to get her to act right?” Jason teased, continuing to scissor your insides with his fingers. He grabbed the side of your face making sure you could look at his smug smile, juxtaposed with your sweaty mess of a face, bliss your only expression.

You sneered a bit at his words, babbling over yourself as he hit your g-spot, legs starting to shake. “F-fuck..you,” you spat back. You doubled over, his arm going to wrap around your waist to hold you up as you began to shake. “Holy shit Im gonna–”

“Cum?” He remarked, cutting you off. He let out a low chuckle, quickly ripping his hands out of you. You gasped as the sudden loss of friction, clenching around the air as your pussy craved more, especially after being denied an orgasm. “Yeah after the way you talked to me, you don't get to do that right now.

He picked you back up off his lap and sat you down next to him, zipping and buttoning your jeans back up for you. He smiled at your shocked and angered expression, chuckling at you.

You groaned, pushing his hands off of you as you crossed your arms. How had he taken control of you like that? How did you let him? And why did you love it?

He smiled at your shocked and angered expression, chuckling at you. "You look like you're about to set the world on fire," he teased, his voice light, almost playful. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ignore the heat rising in your chest. "Don't laugh," you snapped, your voice a little shaky despite your attempt to sound firm. "You don't get to do that and then just... laugh."

He raised an eyebrow, still grinning, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting. "Oh, I can do whatever I want," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of something else, something that made you second-guess your own frustration. "You didn't exactly stop me. You especially seemed to be enjoying it." He teased at the end, throwing you a sultry look, a sly grin on his face.

You turned your face away, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "That’s not the point, and you know it," you muttered, but there was an undeniable pull in his gaze as he watched you, like he was waiting for you to say more.

Jason’s chuckle was dark, low, and there was something about it that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. His tone dipped into something more like amusement and challenge than anything else. “But it’s cute that you pretend like you’re the one in control.”

His words felt like a slow burn, and you didn’t like it. Not one bit.

You shifted uncomfortably again, not knowing if you should laugh or punch him for acting like he knew you so well, but all you could do was shoot him a glare that you hoped conveyed something.

Jason seemed to take pleasure in watching you try to regain your composure, his eyes never leaving your face. The tension was thick now, like the quiet before a storm. Neither of you spoke for a few moments, the Ferris wheel creaking as it slowly started to descend.

But then Jason broke the silence, his voice softer this time, but still filled with that same undercurrent of challenge.

“You’re not as tough as you act,” he said, his gaze catching yours again, this time more intense, more pointed. “You know that, right?”

Your stomach flipped, and you hated how vulnerable that statement made you feel. But you weren't about to let him see it. Not now.

“Maybe I am,” you shot back, your jaw tight. “Maybe you’re just too used to everyone rolling over for you.” He had just had you shaking on top of him, on the brink of an orgasm, and here you were acting as if nothing happened.

Jason laughed then, that deep, dangerous sound that seemed to vibrate in the air. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” he said, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just amusement anymore—it was something darker, something that made the tension between you both almost tangible.

And you hated how much you wanted him to say more.

The Ferris wheel reached the bottom, and you both snapped back to reality, the ground rushing up beneath you. The moment was over, but the air between you still felt electric, the crackling tension thick enough that neither of you had the nerve to say anything as you got off the ride. You could still feel your panties sticking to you, your earlier wetness reminding you of how horny you were. And thinking of what he did to you, with all these people around, made you even hornier.

As you stepped off the platform, Jason’s voice followed you, low and just for you. “You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You barely had time to turn and shoot him a look before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there, heart pounding in your chest and a smile playing on your lips.

[cjlouwho]

Let me wear my clown mask. 911: Hawaii with Tommy as the lead. Here we go!

Diving into Tommy's family history. His tumultuous relationship with his father. Maybe his mother is dead, or maybe they have a pretty good relationship and she's hurt that he moved so far away from her.

Revisiting his time in the army. How he was there during the height of DADT. How that impacted him, even though he was nowhere near ready to be out at that point anyway.

Leading the team, maybe the first gay captain this station has ever had (it's 911, they'll make something of it). He's not one to really announce his sexuality, so it doesn't come out until they get sent on a call and someone is being a homophobe (or being harassed in some way).

He starts family dinners at his station, because that was one of the biggest impacts Bobby had on him. However, he's not great at cooking so when they have spaghetti night for the fourth time in a row, they decide to all take turns cooking dinner instead.

The first time he gets hurt it's not on the job. He's hiking and he ends up falling down a cliff and has to be rescued. He doesn't expect his entire team to show up in his hospital room with gifts and treats. When he tells them they didn't have to come, he's surprised by the looks of confusion as the probie says, "Of course we came? We're family." He holds off on the tears until after they leave.

There's a District Captain that leads a group of lifeguards that his station finds themselves working with a lot. He's kind, funny, a good leader, and hot as hell. He and Tommy could go toe to toe in a sarcasm-battle any day. No one is ever sure who would win. One thing everyone is sure of, is that these two like each other. If only they'd figure that out themselves!

Said district captain also helps Tommy to loosen up a bit. He sees Tommy for the mess he is, and he likes the mess, and he also likes to tell Tommy his posture doesn't always have to be so perfect.

Tommy becomes fiercely protective of his team in ways he didn't even imagine he ever would. He beats himself up after someone on his crew gets hurt, tries to think of all the ways he screwed up so it doesn't happen again. The team has to remind him that it wasn't his fault, this stuff happens sometimes, and no one blames him.

Oh yeah, when the district captain is hurt one day, Tommy comes over to bring him soup but ends up staying for three days just taking care of him. Doesn't even think about it.

And when Tommy gets hurt (again) that same captain comes to take care of Tommy. Tommy tries to say, over and over, that he can take care of himself. This guy won't hear of it though. Outright tells Tommy to shut up and let him help or he's gonna be pissed. Tommy doesn't fight it.

Tommy Begins.

Shirtless Tommy at the beach.

We could have so many helicopter crashes. So many!

[reveriebae]

Unlikely Entwined

pairing(s) : Wooyoung x reader

word count : 7,653

genre : smut

summary : an arranged blind date with Wooyoung quickly becomes a game of manipulation and desire

warning(s) : unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, oral (f! receiving). Let me know if I missed something!

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!

🪐smut under the cut🪐

Wooyoung sat at the back of the cafe, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair with an air of boredom. His parents had been going on and on about how he needed to "settle down" and "meet someone worthy." So, here he was, stuck on this blind date they set up, waiting for you to show up. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less. If it were up to him, he’d be anywhere else but here. But no, he was here, and he was determined to make sure this "date" felt as unimportant as possible.

He glanced at his watch, tapping his fingers against the table impatiently, barely acknowledging the other people walking through the door. And then... there you were. You walked in, and for a moment, it was like the whole place went quiet. His eyes met yours, and something inside him stirred—just a small tug in his chest. What the hell? He quickly shook it off, muttering under his breath, "It’s just a date." He was sure that was all it was... right?

You walk slowly approaching him, "Wooyoung?" You ask, making sure you're not going to sit with the wrong person.

Wooyoung looked up, his gaze briefly scanning you before he leaned back, one eyebrow raised. He gave you a slow once-over, not bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips. His eyes flickered, almost a challenge, before he nodded, his voice cool and indifferent.

"Yeah, that's me," he replied, his tone casual as if he couldn’t care less. "You must be the one my parents set me up with," he added, his words dripping with sarcasm, though there was a glint of something else in his eyes as he watched you approach.

You nod as you take your seat, sweet smile never leaving your lips as you introduce yourself to him "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Wooyoung"

Wooyoung studied you for a moment, his eyes lingering just a little too long, before he casually leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. The smirk on his face never faded, but there was a slight tilt to his head as if he was trying to figure you out.

"Y/N, huh?" He said, his tone playful yet guarded. "Nice to meet you, I guess." He couldn't help but notice how your smile stayed so sweet and effortless, like it was part of you. It was... different. But he wasn't going to admit that.

He gave a slight shrug, eyes flicking down to the menu in front of him. "So, you’re really doing this?" he asked, as though questioning whether you were really going to sit through this pointless date.

You tilt your head at the question, a chuckle leaves your lips "what do you mean?".

Wooyoung glanced up from the menu, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he met your gaze. The corner of his lips twitched into a grin, though it was laced with a hint of arrogance.

"I mean," he started, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smirk, "most people would bail on this kind of thing. It's not exactly... thrilling." He shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him either way, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that your calm, confident attitude was a little different from what he expected. "You don’t seem like the type to just go along with whatever your parents want.".

"Do I look like that?" You smile, "but you're right, I never really agreed with something like this".

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening just a bit as he leaned in, clearly intrigued by your response. He studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp, trying to figure out what made you tick.

"I could tell," he said, his tone dripping with casual confidence. "You don’t exactly look like someone who just follows the rules." His eyes flickered briefly to your smile, something about it making him feel a little unsettled. He quickly brushed it off.

"But hey, I’m here now," he added with a shrug, "might as well make the most of it. So, what’s your story, Y/N? Why are you sticking around for this?".

"You really wanna know why?" Your smile turn a bit playful.

Wooyoung's eyes locked onto yours, the playful challenge in your tone piquing his interest more than he wanted to admit. He leaned forward slightly, the smirk still present but now with a touch of curiosity behind it.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, his voice low and almost teasing. "I’m all ears. If you’ve got a good reason, I might actually stick around for this." He gave you a half shrug, but there was something in the way he said it—like he wasn’t entirely sure whether he was playing with you or actually intrigued.

You look up for a bit, pretend to think as you meet his gaze again "When my mom showed me your picture..I just get interested, so that's why. How about you?".

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. His gaze shifted for a moment, like he was trying to process your answer, before it flicked back to you, sharper than before.

"Huh," he mused, the glint in his eyes almost unreadable. "So, my picture caught your attention, huh? I guess I can’t say I’m surprised." He chuckled, though there was a touch of arrogance in his voice. "As for me... I didn’t exactly choose this." His tone turned a little colder, but his eyes never left yours. "But I guess you’re interesting enough to keep me a little longer."

He leaned forward, his smile a bit more teasing now. "So, what’s next? You’re not just here for small talk, are you?".

You mirrored the way leans in "If you still wanna stay on your seat then, I'm in", you lean back to your seat as you read him. This person is a bit.. difficult?

Wooyoung’s smirk softened slightly at your bold response, though it quickly returned to its usual confident edge. He tilted his head, studying you with a look that suggested he was considering something, perhaps a little surprised by your willingness to go along with things without hesitation.

"You’re definitely different," he muttered, more to himself than you. He sat up straighter, eyes narrowing just slightly as he continued to read you, trying to figure out where you were coming from. Most people would’ve backed down by now, but there was something in the way you held yourself that kept him curious, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

"Alright," he said finally, leaning in a little closer, his voice just above a whisper, "I’m staying. But don’t think this means I’m all in for the fairy tale." He gave you a quick, almost challenging glance before leaning back, his cool demeanor never faltering. "You’ve got my attention, for now."

You can't help but just hold a bitter laugh that's trying to escape your lips, his arrogance is just making this all a bit more interesting. You feel like you want to..tame him. "Alright, what you doing on your daily? Are you work or maybe study?".

Wooyoung’s smirk never wavered, though he couldn’t help but notice the way your laugh caught him off guard. There was something about it—something about the way you responded—that intrigued him more than it should have. He straightened his posture slightly, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Study," he answered with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Mostly just that. Not that it’s any of your business," he added, though the challenge in his eyes told a different story. He could see the way you were reading him, trying to figure him out, and it made him almost... curious about what you’d do next.

"You don’t strike me as the studious type, though," he added, eyes narrowing slightly. "What about you?"

"Calm down buddy, I never judge people" You chuckle down your breath, "I'm a student too" You say calmly.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing just slightly at your response. There was something about the way you kept your cool that made him feel like he had to be even more careful with his words. It wasn’t like he was used to being treated so... casually. Most people would’ve been intimidated by his attitude by now, but not you.

He gave a small nod, pretending to think for a moment. "A student, huh?" His smirk returned as he leaned back again, clearly unfazed. "I guess that makes two of us then. But I’m guessing you’re not the ‘study all day’ type either." His gaze lingered for a moment, the playful challenge in his tone "So what’s your thing?"

"You're actually missed that one, I study a lot, cause my parents are kind of..strict" You cross your legs down the table "My thing? You mean..the major I take?".

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered with mild surprise at your response, though he quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. He had expected you to be a little more carefree, maybe even rebellious like him, but the mention of strict parents and your commitment to studying caught him off guard. He couldn't help but feel a slight shift in his perception of you.

"Strict parents, huh?" he murmured, his tone almost thoughtful before he shrugged it off. "I guess that explains a lot." He leaned forward again, his smirk returning as he eyed you up and down, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, I meant your major," he said, the playful edge never leaving his voice. "What’s keeping you busy? Something that requires all that studying, I bet." His gaze lingered on you a bit longer than he intended, the cool, cocky exterior slipping just a touch.

You raised your eyebrows "For my major.. it's computer science, I don't tend to busy all day over studying, though. How about you? What major you took?".

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up slightly at your answer, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Computer science, huh?" He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest with a bit more interest in his posture. "Guess we’ve got something in common after all."

He gave a casual shrug, not missing a beat. "Same here. That’s my major too." His tone remained cool, but the fact that you shared something like that seemed to hold his attention a little longer than he expected. "Not that I’m exactly a model student," he added, his usual cocky air slipping back into place. "But, you know, I manage." He shot you a quick glance, his eyes scanning you carefully. "Seems like you’ve got your shit together though."

You shift a bit on the seat, don't know what to say. You give him a slight uninterested face after he keeps talking like that. You check the time on your watch.

Wooyoung noticed the shift in your demeanor, his smirk faltering just slightly as he watched you check the time. The disinterest in your expression didn’t go unnoticed, and for a second, he felt something he couldn’t quite place—a small flicker of curiosity, maybe even frustration.

He leaned forward again, his gaze intense as he lowered his voice, trying to regain control of the conversation. "Not feeling this anymore, or just checking the time to see how long I’ve got before you bail?" His eyes narrowed, but there was a challenge behind them, as if he were testing your patience, maybe even his own.

"You know," he added, his voice almost playful, "if you’re not interested, I could always take this elsewhere." His eyes flicked over you, searching for any sign that you might actually be considering leaving.

You smile, looking back at him. "Guess I don't have all day, but we still could keep in touch or maybe plan another date..only if you're interested, of course" You say as you put a piece of paper with your number in it. "Sorry for leaving first" You say politely as you head towards the exit door.

Wooyoung watched you carefully, his eyes lingering on the paper you slid toward him. There was a subtle shift in his expression, a flicker of something almost unreadable. He picked up the paper, his gaze briefly following you as you turned to leave. For a moment, the cool exterior he kept up seemed to crack just a little, but he quickly masked it with a smirk.

"Leaving already?" he called after you, his voice a mix of amusement and something else he wasn’t quite ready to admit. "Guess I’ll see what’s on that paper later, then." His words were teasing, but there was a slight edge to them now.

He watched you walk out, the thought of what you said lingering in his mind longer than he wanted. What the hell was it about you? He shook his head, the smirk returning as he leaned back in his chair.

“Interesting," he muttered to himself.

--

It’s been three weeks since that date, and Wooyoung can’t shake the thought of you. He’s tried to focus on his studies, hang out with friends, and keep up his usual routine, but every time he closes his eyes or has a quiet moment, your smile, your words, and that damn piece of paper keep coming back to him. He’s not used to this feeling—not the nagging curiosity, the wanting, the need to reach out.

So, here he is now, sitting on his bed, phone in hand, staring at your number on the screen. His fingers hover over the keys, hesitant. He’s not the type to make the first move. He doesn't like feeling like he's pursuing anyone. But damn it, he has to know—if you really meant what you said, or if it was just some polite formality.

He types, deletes, and types again. The clock ticks, and the silence around him is almost suffocating. Finally, after a long pause, he hits send.

He sets the phone down on his desk and leans back in his chair, trying to act like he doesn’t care about the message he just sent. But deep down, he’s already waiting for your reply.

You don't pay attention to the notification bar as you doing your night skincare routine. After a few hours later you noticed his text, you type your reply after reading his message.

Wooyoung had been pacing his room, checking his phone more often than he cared to admit. When your reply finally came through, his heart jumped—a reaction he’d never admit to anyone, not even himself. He sat on the edge of his bed, rereading your message with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Took you long enough…" He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. Typical. You were just as sharp as he remembered.

He quickly typed back, trying to keep his cool.

He hit send, leaning back against the wall with a smug grin. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he had the upper hand—or so he thought.

You tilt your head with a confused smile, this guy is all arrogant but his response is really fast.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he read your message. The way you called him out so subtly, it was like you could see right through him. He leaned back against his chair, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a second before he started typing.

He paused, smirking to himself as he added,

He hit send, leaning back with an almost cocky satisfaction, though the anticipation of your response made it hard to sit still.

You chuckle at his texts, left him on read for a few minutes to add some fun into it.

Wooyoung’s smirk widened as he stared at your reply, though he couldn’t help but notice the few minutes you left him on read. It was a small move, but damn, it worked—you had his full attention.

He hit send, leaning back with a satisfied grin, already planning how he’d make this second meeting even more memorable than the first.

"don't expect me to go easy on you this time...huh? Like I expect anything from you" You mumble to yourself. You throw your phone to the desk as you left him on read and go to sleep.

Wooyoung noticed the lack of response and saw that you’d read his message. His smirk faltered for a second, and he let out a small huff, tossing his phone onto his bed. "Playing hard to get now, huh?" he muttered under his breath, though he couldn’t deny that it only made him more intrigued.

He lay back, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandering to what you might say or do next. This wasn’t how things usually went for him—he was used to being the one in control. But with you, it was different. You weren’t giving him the satisfaction of predictability, and that was both frustrating and exciting.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "Guess I’ll just have to make Friday worth it." Despite his arrogance, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation for whatever this was turning into.

Friday evening arrived faster than Wooyoung expected, and he found himself adjusting his jacket in the mirror, something he rarely cared to do. He glanced at the time—6:50 PM. He was never one to be early, but for some reason, he was already in his car, parked outside your place, debating whether to send you a text or wait.

Eventually, he leaned back in the driver’s seat, exuding his usual confidence as he typed :

He hit send, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat and tapping the steering wheel absentmindedly. He told himself it was just another night, but the tight grip he had on his usual composure said otherwise.

And on the other side there's you.. who's taking on their precious time. Pick a red dress and make your hair looks slightly wavy, glance at your phone not even bother to open his text. You walk down the stairs as you say goodbye to your parents then leave out the door.

Wooyoung glanced up from his phone as he heard the faint click of your heels on the pavement. His smirk faltered for a split second when he saw you stepping out, the red dress clinging to your figure and your wavy hair catching the soft glow of the evening light.

He quickly masked his surprise, leaning casually against his car door, arms crossed. "Took your time, huh?" he called out, his voice laced with mock annoyance, though his eyes betrayed him—they lingered on you just a bit too long.

You let a soft smile curve your lips as you approach him, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. "Well," you start, your voice teasing as you stop just in front of him, "some things are worth waiting for, don’t you think?".

He opened the car door for you, his smirk returning as he straightened up. "Red suits you," he added, his tone low but genuine, before quickly shifting back to his usual demeanor. "Let’s go before you decide to make me wait again."

Sliding into the car with ease, you glance up at him, catching his gaze before he closes the door. "And thank you," you say casually, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

As he settles into the driver’s seat, you look around, taking in the scent of his cologne that subtly lingers in the car. "So," you say, leaning back in your seat, your tone light but curious, "where are you taking me, Mr. Confident?"

Wooyoung started the car, his smirk firmly in place as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "Wouldn’t you like to know," he replied, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

He turned his attention back to the road, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across his face. "Let’s just say I’ve got a place in mind that’s… unexpected," he added, the cryptic edge to his words adding a layer of intrigue.

He drove in comfortable silence for a few moments before glancing at you again. "You trust me enough to let me surprise you, right?" His tone was teasing, but there was a subtle challenge in his eyes as if daring you to say otherwise.

You looked out the window as the car slowed down in front of a sleek, modern building illuminated by warm lights. Your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the sign: an upscale wine bar with an art gallery inside. The faint hum of soft jazz music drifted out as Wooyoung parked the car and stepped out, casually making his way to your side to open the door for you.

"Fancy, huh?" you said with a raised eyebrow, stepping out gracefully. "I wasn’t expecting this from you."

Wooyoung smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets as he led you toward the entrance. "What can I say? I like to keep you guessing." He glanced at you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. "Besides, I figured you’d appreciate something with a bit more… class."

Inside, the ambiance was warm and inviting, the walls lined with abstract paintings and sculptures, each piece illuminated by soft spotlights. Couples and small groups sipped on glasses of wine, their conversations blending into the background as a live pianist played in the corner.

Wooyoung gestured toward the wine selection. "Pick your poison, Y/N. Or do I get the pleasure of choosing for you?" His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity as if he was genuinely curious to see what you’d pick.

You scanned the menu briefly before looking up at him with a small smile. "Red wine," you said confidently. "Something bold but smooth. I’ll let you choose which one, though."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Bold but smooth, huh?" He smirked, motioning for the waiter. "Got it. Let’s see if I can meet your expectations."

After a brief exchange with the waiter, he ordered a rich Merlot, his voice steady and decisive. As the waiter poured the wine, Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, watching you closely as you took the glass.

"So," he said, swirling his own wine before taking a sip. "Art and wine... not what you expected from me, was it?" His smirk softened into something almost genuine, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "What do you think? Did I pick the right vibe for you, or am I off the mark?"

You take a slow sip of the wine, your eyes scanning the art around them thoughtfully. After a moment, you place the glass back on the table and look at him, your expression is soft but your gaze is steady.

"It’s beautiful here," you say, your voice warm, almost vulnerable. "I didn’t think you’d take me somewhere like this... it feels like you’re trying."

Wooyoung watched as you placed your glass down, your words catching him off guard. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. The softness in your tone was unexpected, but the subtle challenge behind your gaze intrigued him even more.

You lean back slightly, your lips curving into a faint smile, but there’s a spark in your eyes that keeps him guessing. "But I’m not sure if it’s for me or for you."

The statement hangs in the air, gentle but firm, leaving Wooyoung to wonder where he really stands in your mind.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, his smirk returning but with a hint of something deeper. "Maybe it’s both," he said, his voice low and deliberate.

He tilted his head, studying you carefully. "Or maybe I’m just trying to see if you’re as hard to figure out as you want me to think."

His eyes stayed locked on yours, the playful arrogance still there but softened by the curiosity he couldn’t hide. "What do you think, Y/N? Am I getting it right, or do I still have work to do?".

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze unwavering as you studied him in return. The way he leaned in, his confidence, yet the subtle vulnerability behind his words—it was like he was letting his guard down, even if just a little.

"You might be getting close," you said softly, letting your fingers trace the rim of your glass. "But I haven’t decided yet."

You let a small smile tug at your lips, leaning back in your chair. "Let’s just say… you’re doing better than I expected."

The room’s ambiance wrapped around the two of you, the soft jazz and murmurs of other patrons fading into the background. You crossed your legs gracefully, your eyes meeting his again. "But if you’re trying to figure me out, Wooyoung, I hope you know I’m not the kind of puzzle that comes with instructions."

Wooyoung’s smirk deepened, his eyes darkening slightly as he leaned in closer, closing the distance between the two of you just enough to make your pulse quicken. The playful air around him shifted, taking on a more intense edge.

"Good," he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "Instructions are boring. I prefer a challenge."

He let his gaze linger on you, tracing every detail—the curve of your lips, the way your fingers toyed with the glass, the subtle confidence in your posture. "And you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, "look like the kind of puzzle I wouldn’t mind spending all night figuring out."

The words hung in the air, charged with heat, as he reached for his own glass of wine, taking a slow sip while his eyes remained locked on yours. The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smirk as he set the glass down.

"So, Y/N," he said, his tone teasing but unmistakably bold, "how much of you am I allowed to figure out tonight?".

Wooyoung’s eyes burned with an intensity that made the air around you feel heavier. He leaned even closer, his presence almost suffocating in its power, and the playful smirk on his lips began to fade into something much darker. His voice was a low, almost intoxicating drawl as he spoke again.

"I’m not just trying to figure you out, Y/N," he murmured, his words caressing your ear as he leaned in just enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. "I want to see how far I can push you."

His eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again, and there was a hunger there now, something raw and demanding. "How much can I make you want me before you break?".

You could feel the tension between you two, thick and electrifying. He was no longer playing coy—he was pushing, testing, and somehow, you couldn’t help but feel drawn in. The game had changed, and now it felt more like a dance on the edge of something dangerously close.

"So tell me, Y/N," he continued, his voice deep, almost a whisper, "are you ready to find out what it feels like to not just be figured out… but completely consumed?"

His fingers brushed lightly against your wrist, sending a shock of warmth through your body. You could feel the pull of temptation, the line between control and surrender blurring with every word, every touch.

Your breath caught in your throat as his words wrapped around you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing second. You didn’t look away, though—your eyes were locked onto his, sharp and unyielding. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, as if trying to anchor yourself in the midst of the storm he was creating with his mere presence.

You felt the pulse in your wrist where his fingers brushed, and a shiver ran down your spine, despite the confident smile you kept on your lips. “You think you can push me?” you whispered, your voice steady, though it betrayed a hint of the heat swirling beneath the surface. “I’m not that easy, Wooyoung. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Your gaze shifted slightly, scanning his features with a boldness that matched his intensity. You leaned forward, just a bit, closing the space between, your body language daring him to push further. The challenge was clear in your eyes. You wasn’t backing down—not yet.

"You talk big," you said, your voice now a little lower, a little breathier, "but we both know words aren’t enough."

Your lips curled into a slow, teasing smile, your eyes never leaving his. There was a storm inside you now, a mix of intrigue and defiance, but beneath that was something more. Something raw.

"So, Wooyoung," you murmured, your voice soft but commanding, "show me how far you’re willing to go."

The challenge in your tone was unmistakable—you was daring him to cross the line, to make it real, to stop hiding behind words and see if he could actually match the intensity he so boldly spoke of.

The air between them crackled as the night moved on, the chemistry undeniable. Without another word, Wooyoung stood, his movements smooth, as if everything had already been decided. His eyes never left yours, as if daring you to stop him, to push back.

You rose to your feet too, not missing a beat, your smile now darker, more dangerous. You weren't just playing anymore. There was something in his gaze, in the way he held himself, that made your heart race and your body ache with anticipation.

He didn't need to say anything more as he walked toward the exit, his strides long and confident. You followed without hesitation, feeling the weight of the moment between you both. Neither of you needed to speak-it was clear that you were both on the same path now, heading toward a destination where neither one of you could hold back anymore.

Once outside, Wooyoung glanced over at you, his smirk returning as he guided you into his car. The drive was silent, but the tension thickened with each passing minute, the space between you feeling smaller, heavier. His hand occasionally brushed against yours as he shifted gears, and every time, it felt like an electric current ran between you both, pulling you closer to the edge.

As he parked in a quiet, secluded spot, the engine cut off, leaving only the sound of your breath, heavy and quick in the confined space. He turned to you, his eyes dark with intent, and before you could speak, he was already there, his lips crashing against yours with a rawness that stole the breath from your lungs.

The kiss was unlike anything before-it was hungry, demanding, both of you pushing and pulling at the same time. His hand found your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his fingers trailing along your skin like fire. You responded in kind, your hands finding his neck, tugging him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

"I told you," Wooyoung whispered between kisses, his voice rough, "I don't play games."

You pulled back slightly, your breath coming in ragged bursts, eyes burning with the same fire. "Neither do I," you shot back, your voice thick with desire.

Without another word, you both seemed to fall into each other, the tension finally snapping as your bodies came together, every touch, every kiss, igniting something primal between you both. The night had shifted-there was no more games, no more pretense. It was just the two of you, everything else fading away in the heat of the moment.

He pulled out a bit, "Let's move to somewhere more spacey" he pointed to the backseat with his thumb, you nod.

The air inside the car was thick, suffocating with heat, with need. Every inch of space between you and Wooyoung felt like too much, and when he finally touched you, dragging you into the backseat, you swore your body had already surrendered before you even realized it.

His hands were all over you the moment the door shut, gripping, teasing-his fingers trailing up your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress with excruciating slowness. His breath was warm against your neck as he murmured, "Lacey? Just how I like it." A smirk played on his lips, dark and knowing.

A whimper slipped past your lips as his fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had you trembling. Instinctively, you bit your lip, trying to hold back the noises threatening to spill out, but a sharp smack to your ass had a yelp escaping instead.

"Don't hold back on me, baby," he cooed, his voice laced with amusement, but there was something darker beneath it—something hungry. "I want to hear exactly how good I'm making you feel."

His thumb pressed harder against your clit, teasing you mercilessly until your panties were soaked through. With a low hum of approval, he pulled them aside, and the second the cool air hit your slick folds, Wooyoung wasted no time. His tongue dragged along your slit in a slow, deliberate stripe, sending a violent shudder through your body.

"Oh— fuck... please," you gasped, barely able to form words as he devoured you like a man starved.

His hands spread you open further, his mouth working you with obscene precision—sucking, licking, flicking his tongue over your clit until your thighs shook uncontrollably. The filthy slurping sounds only made it worse, made you clench around nothing as desperate moans spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god! Fuck—fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your back arched, hands gripping onto the seat as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. You were close—too close, and when his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and sucked hard, you shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, a strangled sob leaving your lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Wooyoung held you still, his grip unrelenting as he drank up every last drop

Wooyoung didn’t stop, even as you trembled beneath him, your body weak and overstimulated. His tongue dragged over your swollen folds, slow, teasing, tasting every bit of you. Your breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping when he gave your clit one last suck before finally pulling away.

His lips were glistening, his nose damp, and the way he licked the corner of his mouth sent another wave of heat rushing through your veins. “Nice and sweet,” he murmured, his fingers squeezing your ass possessively.

The sound of his zipper being undone made your stomach tighten in anticipation. You barely had a second to catch your breath before you felt it—the thick, leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance, teasing, spreading your wetness over himself.

“Look at you,” he mused, voice dripping with satisfaction. “All whiny and messy just for me.”

A shudder ran through you as he pushed in, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He was thick—too thick, and you had to bite your hand to stifle the cry that tore from your throat.

“Fuck, you’re thick—” Your words were broken, breathless.

Wooyoung chuckled darkly, gripping your hips as he bottomed out, forcing you to take every inch of him. “You can handle it,” he said, his tone laced with amusement, though his voice was tight, strained.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he gave you a moment to adjust, but the way he throbbed inside you made it clear—his patience wouldn’t last long. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled out just an inch before slamming back in, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

“We’ve only met twice,” he murmured, dragging his cock out of you agonizingly slow before sinking back in, “and look how fucking wet you are for me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words, earning a sharp hiss from him as he gripped your ass harder.

He set a brutal rhythm—deep, unrelenting thrusts that had your body jerking forward with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping filled the car, mingling with your breathless moans and his low groans.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his hand sliding up your spine before gripping your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make you arch for him. “You feel so fucking good.”

Your fingers clawed at the seat, your body trembling with each thrust. The angle had him hitting just the right spot inside you, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.

“Too much—” you gasped, though you didn’t want him to stop.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as his lips ghosted over your ear. “Too much?” he mocked, his voice a taunting whisper. “Then why are you squeezing me so tight, hmm?”

A desperate whimper was all you could manage before he snapped his hips even harder, dragging a sob of pleasure from your lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his grip tightening. “Let me hear you.”

Wooyoung's chuckle was low, smug as he kept up his relentless pace, dragging his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, filling you to the hilt. Your moans came out broken, helpless, the pleasure overwhelming, but he loved it—loved the way you melted under his touch, how your body responded so perfectly to him.

His hand slid from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing down just enough for you to feel the way he stretched you out from the inside. "Feel that, baby?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot, teasing. "Feel how deep I'm inside you?"

You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat as another whimper spilled from your lips. The pressure, the way he filled every inch of you—it was too much, too good.

His other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had your thighs trembling. "You're taking me so well," he praised, his lips ghosting over the back of your neck. "Such a good girl for me."

Your fingers dug into the leather seat, your body arching as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You felt yourself unraveling, pleasure coiling so tight it was impossible to hold back.

"Fuck—Wooyoung, I—"

He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up—if anything, he fucked into you harder, his hand tightening around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you. "Come for me, baby," he groaned, his voice laced with hunger. "I want to feel you—fuck, I want you to squeeze my cock just like that."

And just like that, you shattered.

Your body tensed before the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave of euphoria ripping through you as your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock. Your moans were loud, desperate, but Wooyoung drank up every sound, watching you come undone beneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "So fucking pretty when you fall apart for me."

But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

His grip tightened, his pace turning erratic, and within moments, his groans grew heavier, more strained. "Fuck—I'm gonna—"

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his breath shuddering as he spilled inside you, filling you up completely. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as he rode out his high, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder.

For a moment, all you could hear was your mingled breaths, the air thick with heat and satisfaction. Then, after a beat of silence, Wooyoung let out a husky chuckle.

"Told you I don’t play games, baby."

Wooyoung stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath, his hands still gripping your waist possessively. His lips brushed against your bare shoulder, leaving soft, lazy kisses in contrast to how roughly he had just fucked you.

“You took me so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body was still trembling, sensitive from your release, but you barely had a second to process his words before he shifted his hips—still buried deep inside you. A sharp gasp left your lips as he rolled his hips, slow, teasing, making you feel every inch of him again.

"W-Wooyoung—too much," you whined, your body twitching as the overstimulation hit you hard.

He tsked, his hand sliding up your back, pressing you down further against the seat. “Too much?” he echoed, mock sympathy dripping from his tone. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”

Then, without warning, he pulled out completely, leaving you empty for a split second before flipping you onto your back. Your dazed eyes met his, and the way he looked at you—dark, hungry, possessive—sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in your stomach.

“Wanna see that pretty face while I ruin you,” he murmured, pushing your legs open with ease. His cock, still thick and slick with your combined arousal, pressed against your entrance again, teasing, testing.

Your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed in slowly this time, letting you feel every inch stretching you open once more. Your back arched, a breathless moan spilling from your lips as he filled you again.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice strained as he bottomed out. "Taking me so perfectly."

His pace was slow but deep, deliberate, making sure you felt everything. Every drag of his cock against your walls sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart, watching the way you took him so beautifully.

��Look at you,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “Completely fucked out, and I’ve barely even started.”

You couldn’t respond—not when his pace started to pick up again, his thrusts turning sharper, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. Your moans turned into desperate cries, your hands clawing at his back as he took you apart all over again.

"Gonna come for me again, baby?" he rasped, his grip on you tightening. "Go on, let me feel you."

And just like before, you shattered beneath him, your body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling, breathless. Wooyoung followed soon after, groaning your name as he spilled inside you once more, his body shuddering against yours.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing, the warmth of his body pressing against you. Then, he smirked down at you, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.

"Think that was enough for our second date?" he teased, his voice husky. "Or should I make sure you never forget it?".

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The soft clinking of utensils and warm laughter filled the dining room as both families gathered around the large table. It was supposed to be a simple family dinner, a way to "check in" after setting up you and Wooyoung on that fateful blind date weeks ago. Neither of you had said much about it to your families, leaving everyone curious.

You sat across from Wooyoung, your eyes occasionally flickering toward him. He was seated casually, his usual confidence toned down in the presence of the parents, but his gaze kept finding yours. Each shared look was a quiet conversation, a secret neither of you was ready to spill just yet.

As the night went on, the parents began reminiscing about the setup. "We thought the two of you would at least stay in touch," Your mom said, her tone teasing.

"Yeah," Wooyoung's dad added, nudging him slightly. "You haven’t mentioned her much, son. Did you scare her off with your attitude?"

Wooyoung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck—a rare moment of nervousness. Before he could answer, You stepped in, your voice soft but steady. "Actually, we’ve been... spending some time together."

The room went quiet for a moment, all eyes now on you. Wooyoung met your gaze, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips before he added, "Yeah, we have. And, well... I’d say things are going pretty well."

The parents exchanged excited looks, the kind only matchmaking parents could share. Your mom clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, that’s wonderful! We knew you two would hit it off!"

"Don’t get ahead of yourselves," Wooyoung said with a smirk, though his tone was gentle. He glanced at you, his expression softening. "We’re just... taking things slow."

You nod, your cheeks warm but your smile unwavering. Under the table, Wooyoung’s hand brushed against yours briefly, a silent reassurance that made your heart flutter.

As the conversation shifted back to other topics, the atmosphere became lighter, filled with laughter and warmth. You and Wooyoung exchanged one more look, this time without hesitation.

Maybe this whole setup wasn’t so bad after all.