#this one took me way too long but i had the ice cream image in my head and it had to be done

[katiascraft]

✐ᝰ "You knew all too well i was right where you left me" | CL16 ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊

parings: retired!charles leclerc x writer!ex!reader

🔎 chapter one: "love is short but forgetting is so long"

chapter two: “did the love affair maim you too?” -> chapter three

summary: It’s the story of a woman frozen in the moment her world fell apart. A perfect dinner ended with, “I met someone else,” and while everyone moved on, she remained stuck in that instant, unable to let go of the past. A poignant tale of heartbreak, grief, and the weight of being trapped in a “forever” that never was.

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It's been a few crazy days for you. After what happened last time, it took you a few days to go back to the last flower cafe to write. You preferred writing in your studio at home. You had a comfy balcony with a lovely view of the Monaco sea. So you just took inspiration from it to write another chapter of your book. 

Seeing Charles confused you. You didn't know what to think or how to feel about it. You got scared you would see him again. But at the same time, you wanted to see him again. 

It felt confusing because you knew it wasn't right for you or the best to see him again, or wanting to or whatever. But even if he broke your psyche the way he did, you couldn't stop thinking about the what ifs. 

What if this time works? What if he was immature but he is worth it? What if this time is better? What if he feels the same way you do? What if he says he’s sorry? What if you forgive him?

All of those questions filled the fire to write. Writedown all of the what ifs as it was reality for your character. Maybe in this fictional life, you two have your happy ending.  

Your writing process was interrupted by your bestie phone call that you, of course, picked up. “Hey” you could hear the kids scream as if you were there.

“Are you coming to pick the kids up?” she asked, remembering you, you promised her to take them to have ice cream and for a walk. You facepalm. You forgot about it.

“Oh sorry, A. Yeah,of course. I’ll pick them up in 30 minutes. I’m sorry, i forgot” you apologised starting to walk towards your bedroom to get change. You still have your pajamas on. 

“It’s okay y/n. I knew you would probably forget that’s why I called. They will be ready when you get here. Thank you, i love you” you said i love you back and ended the call. 

You chose to wear a tracksuit, trainers and a coat. It was really cold this year in particular. But you loved it. You weren’t a fan of summer that much. You preferred snow and hot chocolate. Cuddling in bed to keep yourself warm. And playing cards near the chimney. You Loved autumn and winter, it made you feel special. 

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So today was the day, the day he probably would become officially single. Charles really hated the divorce process. It was a very painful one. He had, once again, broken another woman’s heart. He wasn't proud of it but he really wanted to do things the right way from now on. No more bullshit. No more feeling guilty of the past, tied to it as if he had to pay for everything. So 6 months ago he communicated it to Alex, it was really heavy on the heart scene. He felt like an actual monster. However, he started therapy. He was starting to understand himself more and learning to forgive himself for every decision he took that maybe wasn’t the best, but he didn't know better. He was young and about to become one of the most successful drivers in formula one. He thought he knew what he was doing to then realize he actually didn't at all. 

He started his day journaling. He tried to write something but all he could do was drawing your face. That image he couldn't stop seeing every time he closed his eyes. He felt scared about it but he let himself follow along. It was best to try to take you out of his mind in some way. Then after breakfast he decided to play some piano and record new parts of a new piece he was working on. He sent it to his producer and drove to Carlos' house to have lunch together. Lando was also there. They all chatted and enjoyed barbeque at Carlos’ beach house. 

And at that moment, talking in the living room, something changed. 

“Yeah, I don't know. I think she is a writer. I always see her on the balcony surrounded by multiple sheets of papers and a computer. Or maybe she is a translator or something I don't know but she is cute, you know? Maybe you can hit on her lando " Carlos commented while serving more wine to their cups.

“Do you follow her on instagram or something?” Lando asked for further information, apparently interested. Charles was zooming out thinking about you. 

“Oh no I don't, I don't even know her name but” Carlos opened his window curtains “yup, there she is” Carlos pointed to the balcony that was visible from there. Lando patted Charles' arm so the three of them could see through the window hoping the woman wouldn't notice them. 

“Oh my god” Charles almost fainted when he saw you there in your sherk pajamas drinking from an avengers cup (you didn't change that, though. You still are a geek for movies, superheroes, comics and books he guessed). Your balcony was quite close, the view was 4k. The guys who looked at Charles getting whiter, felt weirded out about his reaction.

“All right mate? I don't think she is that ugly, you know? I mean, she is fine as hell if you ask me and I'm not that into red hair” Lando said, checking on charles.

“Yeah, maybe she is too beautiful… now that he’s officially single” Carlos added.

Charles shook his head going back to the sofa.

“It’s y/N, carlos. y/n it’s your fucking neighbor. She was there all this time and i didnt fucking know. I don't know how I never bumped into her " Charles spitted with so much mixed feeling. Lando and Carlos looked at each other. Carlos closed the curtains before sitting along them.

“Mate, i didn't have a clue she could be y/N to be honest. I’ve never met her, "Carlos explained himself.

“Wait, who’s y/N? And why is she neighbors with you?” Lando was confused. For a moment he thought they were joking but Charles looked affected. He missed a part of Charles' story or something. The only woman he met was alexandra and she is officially out of his life.

“It’s his ex, like the one” Carlos explained to him but then Lando was even more confused. Charles noticed and with a sigh he explained the situation better in his opinion.

“y/n was my girlfriend during my f2 days. I left her for Alex but since that moment I regret it. It was like 10 years ago. "Lando's face expressed understanding with his mouth showing an ‘o’.

“So I guess I can't date her now, right?” Lando said, receiving a correcting punch on his arm by carlos. “Alright, alright” 

“I need to go guys, i got stuff to do” Charles said after a long silence and stood up ready to go. He Couldn't stay longer. He needed to breathe some air. He was scared. He actually hated feeling like that. Scared of what? Of her? Of himself? Of the truth? The truth that maybe he did indeed waste all of these years pretending to like his life when all he wanted to do was go back to her? Maybe. But the truth was too heavy to admit and process. 

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You were out with your nephews. It was a saturday afternoon, cold but the sun was shining bright. Between giggles you were walking with them to their favorite ice cream shop. 

Unfortunately, it was LEC ice cream. 

Benjamin and Renato were four years old, they were twins. And then there was Dante who was 6 years old. They were messy but today was a good day, they were chilling. They ran inside the ice cream shop all excited followed by you. You closed the door and they were already on the counter talking with the cashier. You smiled shyly. 

“good afternoon” you greeted her and she smiled back at you.

“Auntie, I want the chocolate one! It is always so yummy!” said Benjamin, excitedly grabbing your coat and pulling from it in desperation. He did a few little excited jumps as his twin. 

“No! Benjamin! I want the chocolate one!” Renato got mad at his brother. Their voices were so cute they made you giggle a bit. 

“It's alright boys, you both can get the chocolate one” you said, mediating between the siblings smiling at the cashier. She noted and went to look for them. “Dante, darling, which one do you want?” He was the shyest out of them all. He was so like your best friend, polite and collected. He looked at the flavour list on the wall. 

“I want the vanilla one, please” he talked directly to the cashier making you smile proudly.

“That’s my boy,” you said, congratulating him. Seeing him smile filled your heart full. You loved those three kids with your whole heart. You always get so emotional realising how fast they are growing. 

“Alright, gentlemen, here are your ice creams” the cashier said warmly and rounded the counter to give the ice cream to each one of them. You smiled watching the scene. They got shy but grabbed their ice creams anyway. 

“What do you say boys?” you looked at them gently. 

“Thank you very much” they said in unison, making the cashier smile widely. “go seat” you told them and they obeyed you. You got close to the cashier now in her seat on the counter. “How much is it?” you asked but before she could answer you, a voice, that fucking voice, interrupted.

“It’s on the house” you wanted to believe it was a dream and that it wasn’t real. But it was. It was charles. You turned to look at him a bit confused about the whole situation. He smiled at you again, the same way he did at the restaurant. You tried to play it cool, but you knew your smile and attitude were weird. 

“Oh, thank you. It wasn’t necessary” you said politely and he shook his head. 

“No problem, for real” he said and you half smiled in return. 

“Thank you” you say for both of them and went to sit with your boys at the sofa table they chose. You just didn't want to look at him that much nor you didn't know what to say. “Hey” you greeted them, and took some napkins from the table and cleaned the twins' faces full of chocolate. you smiled funny. Dante got closer to you while you were helping Benjamin clean his hands. 

“Auntie, is that the driver dad is a fan of?” he asked shyly close to you and really low so only you could hear him. 

“I think it is darling, would you like a picture with him?” you offer sweetly. He nods, smiling brightly. That made your heart race because you now have to talk to charles. You could hear him talking to his employees in a relaxed way. You could hear he came just to check in. 

You licked your lips nervously “i'll be right back, okay?” you tell the kids and stand up to walk right back to the counter. Your heart was racing. “Um, excuse me” you tried to capture his attention, and for sure you did. He looked at you immediately. His eyes found yours and you felt your heart skip a beat for a moment. “Sorry, but one of my nephews recognized you and I wanted to ask you if you could take a picture with him? Don't mean to bother you, of course,” you finally said. And you saw his face light up instantly. You were pretending you didn't know each other. You just played along without even mentioning it. You swallowed hard half smiling.

“Of course, no problem,” he said sweetly.

“Thank you” you said to him before getting to the kids.

“It's fine,” he assured you. 

You called Dante to come over and he came all shy. “Hey champ, is it good?” Charles was squatting to be on Dante's height. He talked really sweet to him. Dante stuck to you, intimidated to  have that awesome driver his dad loved so much. He nodded looking at him. “You wanna take a picture? I’ll be really happy to have one with you”  he said sweetly so Dante would loosen himself. He looked at me for aprovation. You just smiled and nodded at him excitedly. Dante then relaxed, nodding towards Charles in a huge smile. He gave him a hug and charles’ heart melted between the kid’s arms. 

They posed together and you took as many pictures as you could. And after cleaning Benjamin and Renato`s faces again, they also posed with charles. They started yapping with him and imitating car noises. They made you laugh for a bit. 

They got so excited, they gave Charles so many hugs. You played along so they can have a great moment to remember someday. You recorded some videos to send to your best friend agostina later, so she can have the memories. “My daddy loves you! He always screams to the tv ‘GOOO CHARLES GOOOO’ ” Dante commented imitating his dad in the funniest way making you laugh. “But he doesn't like Carlos that much, he prefers hamilton!”

“Oh wow, you are an expert in formula 1. Who’s your daddy?” Charles really engaged with your nephews. He even sat next to you so he could have a conversation with them. He got confused for a bit, he believed they were your children. But it didn't seem like that. 

“My dad is andrew and my mom is agostina, and she is auntie y/N” dante explained to charles the whole family dynamic in his way. You smiled nodding looking at Dante, then moved to see charles. He now understood the whole thing. You were their aunt. His heart melted for a moment. He didn't know what to say.

Benjamin asked you to grab him and you did. You sat him on your tights, and he was sleepy. You stroke his thin shiny hair gently as he pressed his head on your chest wanting to fall asleep. 

Charles looked at you with a half smile.

“I think it’s time to go home kids, mommy is waiting for you. It’s pizza night!” you told them funny and excited so they would get excited. Dante celebrated along with Renato doing a victory dance making you and Charles let out a laugh.

“Let me give you a ride, that baby wants to sleep,” Charles offered sweetly, looking at Benjamin in your chest. He was trying to play it cool but his heart was speeding faster than his car in any race. Looking at you like this, made him regret every single decision of his life. How could he leave you like that? He wanted to punch himself on the face because he was sure you hated him. So it was impossible to get a second chance nor that he believed he deserved it. 

You doubted but he got a point. Walking ten blocks with a baby or two in your arms was not gonna be an easy task and your back will suffer a lot. You sighed. “Alright, thank you. It’s really nice of you” you gave in at his offer and he smiled widely. 

“Alright, let’s go home guys” Charles announced. The cashier was even more confused than the two of you were. Since when did Charles Leclerc engage so much with strangers and offer them a lift? They must not be strangers at all. They must know each other all too well. 

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Charles helped you get the kids in the car, or well, his Ferrari  that was parked one block away. Dante, all excited, wanted to touch every single thing the car had so you had to tell him to calm down and behave for a bit. You got in the passenger seat. 

Charles let you use his phone so you put your friend's address on it. He now knew where you lived and he was thinking of offering to drop you there after leaving the kids but at the same time he didn't want to be so invasive. 

Smelling your perfume was sending him on a spiral. You still had that effect on him. And he didn't know how to feel about it. You didn't look at him. You probably hate him, he thought. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. But then why did you let this happen? Because of the kids? It was ten blocks away. He stopped himself from keeping up his delusions for way too long he would believe them. He felt like a kid about this whole thing with you. Or the one you had. The life you had. You made him and his family so happy. Arthur still likes you, you always had a soft spot on his heart. And that made Charles feel miserable. 

The drive was silent. The kids fell asleep in like three blocks. You were so nervous you would throw up right then and there. You just looked out through the window. You didn't want to talk that much with him. You knew that would be dangerous. 

He knew it too. He knew all too well what you were trying to do and in a way he was thankful for it. But in another way, he just wanted to know everything about you, again. 

A million questions were playing again and again in your heads silently but agonizingly at the same time.

Ten minutes later, you were finally on your destination: your best friend’s, agostina, house. She was waiting at the porch of her house. When she saw the black ferrari stop by her sidewalk she frowned. She thought you were coming on foot with her three children. 

You looked at charles in a half smile, just praying your friend doesn't get mad at you for this insane idea. “Thank you for lifting us” you said shortly and he nodded. It was awkward. 

“Let me help you” Charles said and both of you got out of his car. 

When your friend first saw you, she looked confused, with a million question marks in her eyes. But then, when she saw Charles coming off the driving seat, her eyes almost fell out. I mean, she was relieved that it was him at some point but not so much out of concern for you. 

“Hey, A” Charles greeted her with a wave helping you wake the kids up. He remembers your friend, of course. He remembered everything about you. 

“Hey, charles. It’s been a long time” A said, grabbing Benjamin from your arms. Charles helped Dante and you grabbed Renato in your arms. Both baby twins were knocked out sleeping. Dante grabbed his mum's hand and waved to Charles in a goodbye. He closed his Ferrari door and waved to us. You just smiled. You were in the most uncomfortable situation of your life. You didn't have a good feeling about this. 

You felt it was the beginning of the end, for some odd reason you couldn't identify yet. 

“Bye charles!” Dante said happily and was still a bit sleepy. Agostina smiled at him but when she turned to look at you, her eyes were screaming “ARE YOU CRAZY GIRL?” and how could you blame her for it. You just put her kids into the car of a known stranger. 

Charles observed the situation with you and your friend from his car. The sunset sun made you glow. And your eyes were so shiny he got confused for a bit if he was actually dreaming. He made his horn sound and disappeared into the monaco streets pretty fast. 

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Cozy wrapped around blankets and pillows, your friend brought you a cup of hot chocolate. You decided it was to sleep overnight to gossip because Andrew, her husband, was out of town for work. The kids were sleeping in their rooms. The baby monitor in front of you two. You were laying on the living room couch with ambient music in the background playing from the tv above the chimney. 

“I can't believe you bumped into Charles, to be honest. It's been ten years, you have never seen him and out of nowhere you see him everywhere” your friend was as surprised as you were. 

“Yeah, I don't know. I feel really weird about it. I thought next time i would bump into him i would be dead but i’m still alive so far. He felt so different… Yet he felt the same. His perfume was the same. His eyes are the same, the way they shine and…” you sighed stopping yourself. You started crying. You didn't know what you were feeling. If you were supposed to feel happy or angry or sad. The stress level was at its peak. It was too much emotionally to handle. 

It hurts you to pretend you didn't know him, that you didn't want him or that he was once your everything and now he was a stranger. A stranger holding so many secrets of you. All of your life traumas and experiences, your virginity, your first ever love story (and the only one). It still hurts because it couldn't be easier. Why couldn't it be forever together as you dreamed? When you saw him you felt the same as that last day you watched him leave that motherfucking restaurant. 

Your friend hugged you understanding how hard this was for you. And how frustrating it must feel to finally be ready to move on and then he is back just like that. How unfair life could be, right? She felt so sorry for you. You deserved to be so happy yet here we are, still crying for that ficking stupid asshole. 

It felt like the beginning of the end.

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“Hey, Arthur, I'm officially and legally single again. Want to have dinner at my place?” Charles called his brother on his Ferrari the second he sat in the driver’s seat. He needed to talk to someone about what happened this afternoon. His anxiety had made a hole in his stomach and he almost threw up a couple of times. 

He felt guilty. Like he did something terrible lifting you and your nephews to your friend’s house.

“Bro!!! That’s amazing!! Ready to enjoy life? I’ll be there in 30 minutes, and order some steak. I’ll bring wine. Love you!!” he shouted into the phone making Charles put it a little far away from his ear so he won't be left deaf. He ended the call, so Charles couldn't say otherwise. He giggled a little to himself. He loved his family, but especially Arthur, he was his little brother, and also his best friend.  

After a few minutes, he was already wearing his comfy clothes and had ordered the stake his brother told him to. He had set the table and put some random playlist on spotify on shuffle. Now that he was home, the hole in his stomach was not as huge as it was during the day. His house was his safe place. Though, it still felt weird not having leo (his and alex’s puppy son) or alex around. He tried so hard to love her, he got used to having her around. The chemicals on his brain were adjusting still to his new life. He changed furniture and redecorated the whole house. He wanted to start again from zero. Rebuilt himself step by step and finally, the Charles he always wanted to be. 

The bell took him out of his thoughts announcing his brother had arrived. 

“Hey, Brody,” Arthur said excitedly, hugging his brother when the older one opened the door. Arthur was really proud of his brother. He knew how hard all of it was. And how hard he was with himself when it came to mistakes committed in the past.

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They sat on the couch in front of the tv with everything already tidy up and with their stomachs full. They talked about everything and anything but yet not about her. 

“I brought you something, wait a second” Arthur said and got up looking for his bed. Charles observed his brother a little tipsy by wine already. He didn't know what to expect from him. He was always a surprise box. “I know you saw her again, I don't know how you feel about it but I know we will eventually talk about her. But I think it will help you if you read her book. I think it’s a fictional story but the way she tells it… i think it can make you reflect on what happened.” he added coming back from his bag with a book in hand. After he sat again on the couch he handed it to charles. Charles listened and watched the book in front of him. He took it carefully.

“I saw her today, she was with her nephews. I also know where she lives now as well. It was at carlos’ house and he was talking about his neighbor being attractive so Lando could try and hit on her. So he opened the fucking curtains and there she was on her balcony. I almost choked and died. Then I saw her at LEC. and I gave her a lift to her friend’s house. "Charles started throwing up everything that happened that day. Arthur’s eyes were big as plates. He couldn't understand how his brother survived o all of that. I mean, he was happy. He loved y/n, but he knew damn too well it was probably a nightmare for his brother to go through all of that. 

“Oh my god, charles. And you also were announced to be single legally? How did you survive? I'm impressed. You’re strong dude” arthur commented half joking half serious. Charles laughed it out a bit shaking his head. 

“I don't know but all I know is that my heart almost stopped how fast it was beating,” Charles answered.

“That’s called anxiety,” Arthur pointed out.

“I know. I was scared. She looked even more beautiful than she ever did or that I remember” he grabbed the book in his hands more strongly. He took a deep breath. “Today was too much for me,” his brother agreed. 

After Arthur was gone, Charles sprinted to his bed. He had a headache. He wanted to pretend it was because of the two bottles of wine they drank. But he knew it was because of overthinking. He laid in bed. Book in his hands. He started analyzing the cover: It was light blue, her favorite color he remembered. A red scarf and autumn leaves falling down. Her name is printed on the corner of it. He brushed his thumb above it taking a moment.

Adjusting his glasses he flipped to the back cover of it and that’s where something changed inside him.

‘Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?’

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chapter three: coming soon.

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shout out: thank you to my girlies from the gc (ur the best i<3u all), specially Sonny for hyping and helping me sm with this!

author's note: here it is <3 i'm so excited about this series! Sorry if you don’t see that much French I know NOTHING of it so yeah :(

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[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 7, Orgy

A/N: So this is the last one that’s part of the original oneshot. There’s two(?) more after this one that had nothing in the original. There’s a possibility of more if I get inspired for them, but as of now, there’s only two. Also, I changed up the beginning of this scenario a little as well as the order. It just works better this way.

Listen – we’ve all seen Felix in skztalker, on stage, etc. That’s how physically affectionate he is ON CAMERA, you can’t convince me that he isn’t the world’s biggest cuddler off camera. Han too for that matter.

Finally, my apologies for how long this took to get out to you. Had some shit to deal with that kept me away from my computer. (I do not write on mobile, never have.) I’ve still got some crap I have to deal with on a personal level, so it’ll be a couple days before the next chapter is out.

Cw/tw: unprotected vaginal and anal sex, member x member, oral (m & f receiving), orgy, double vaginal penetration, cum eating, one screenshot

Wc: 3.8k

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For practical, public image reasons, you could only go on overtly romantic dates with Chan, and vice versa. That did not stop any of you from going on “friend” dates, like you already had with Hyunjin and Seungmin. So, when you and Changbin came back from your ice cream date to find Felix in Chan’s lap, the pair making out on the couch, you weren’t that surprised. They’d had their own date that afternoon and you knew full well that one – they’d had to keep their hands, mostly, to themselves and two – Chan and Felix both hated that, preferring to be a ‘socially-acceptable amount’ of handsy with their date.

With a smile and wink at you, Changbin scooted around you and pressed an open mouthed kiss on the exposed side of Felix’s neck. Felix groaned and broke their kiss, tilting his head back.

“Binnie! Y/nnie! You’re back,” he smiled sweetly at the pair of you, lips swollen and eyes slightly glazed. Had you not been looking at him the exact same way, you might have felt a little jealous of the loving gazes directed at your younger boyfriend from the other two. He was, quite frankly, too damn adorable for his own good. And what did it say about you, you wondered, that you thought the same thing of all your boyfriends and the two who weren’t yet your boyfriends? Maybe it said more about them.

The thought of Jisung and Minho made you sigh, plopping onto the chair nearest you. “What’s wrong bunny?” Changbin asked.

“Ji and Min,” Chan answered before you could.

Felix climbed out of his lap and came over to curl up with you in the chair. For the past week, since the morning after your date with Seungmin, the pair had been distant with you. They seemed to be pulling away from some of the others too, namely Seungmin and Felix, but it was mostly you. It seemed they were avoiding talking to you. You’d even caught Minho glaring at you more than once. You worried that maybe you’d waited too long between adding each guy and now they’d caught on and thought you didn’t want them too or something.

Chan called the rest of the guys over to his and Jeongin’s apartment to talk about the situation with Jisung and Minho. You weren’t, it turned out, the only one who thought maybe you’d waited too long. There was another opinion that maybe they’d noticed the group of you getting closer and were sort of accidentally isolating with each other. Like maybe they felt left out but couldn’t quite figure out why.

The idea was also presented that maybe they’d noticed it and just didn’t want any part of your polycule, so they were pulling back a bit to sort of subtly say that. You hated that idea. Not because it meant you wouldn’t get to sleep with and/or date the two of them – you understood that. But more because you’d thought you were good enough friends that if they had noticed anything and felt that way, that they’d say something to you. Maybe not Jisung, he’d probably be too nervous to bring it up himself, but Minho for sure.

You started nervously, worriedly, pacing the living room. You didn’t want to alienate or lose two of your friends over what should be a simple communication issue. Jeongin tried to point out that you just needed to call them over and explain things to them, like the adults you all were, and it would smooth things over. Or at least start to. But you’d managed to work yourself up almost into a panic.

You honestly should have expected that an attempt to make you feel better about it would lead to sex. Not that you were complaining, of course not. But maybe Seungmin was right, maybe you were spoiled.

It started with Chan stepping up in front you while you paced, tightly wrapping his arms around you to stop your movement. You weren’t in a full-blown panic, so this was enough to get you to start relaxing. Then Hyunjin was pressed behind you, muttering soothing words about how they were everyone’s friends and they loved the group of you and would of course be willing to listen, you just had to talk to them.

That somehow turned into comforting kisses – you were fairly sure Felix used kisses to comfort because he knew it was more of a distraction than a comfort in this particular situation. Before long, you were leaning back into Jeongin, his lips on one side of your neck while Felix was sucking a hickey into the other side of your neck and Hyunjin, leaning over Felix, had captured your lips.

You could feel exactly where this was headed in Jeongin’s wandering hands and Felix’s desperate kisses along your neck. You couldn’t decide if you were more nervous or excited to be with all six of them at once like this. The quivering in your belly felt like a mix of both.

It wasn’t long before you were stripped naked between your boyfriends. Felix dropped to his knees in front of you, lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in your cunt. You leaned most of your weight back against Innie, letting him hold you up while Felix lapped at you. You moaned out, latching onto Felix’s hair, when Jeongin slid two fingers into your warmth.

“You look so good, baby girl. Letting the guys do whatever they like to you,” Chan grinned, standing over Felix then leaning in to suck a hickey into your neck.

“That reminds me, I have something I wanna try. Iyen-ah, is she ready?” Changbin asked.

“You ready for Bin, sweetheart?” Innie asked you, between kisses to your neck and shoulder as he scissored his fingers in you.

“Mm-hm,” you nodded furiously, almost desperate to have something more than fingers in you.

“Good girl,” Changbin praised, smiling at the shiver he elicited. He quickly replaced Jeongin behind you, while Chan pulled Felix up and over to the couch with Hyunjin. Changbin slid one hand down the back of your thigh, then gripped it just above your knee, lifting your leg into the air. It took a little more maneuvering, but after a couple short minutes, he had you hoisted in the air, cock buried in your pussy. He kept a firm hold on your thighs, holding you open so the rest of your boyfriends had a perfect view of exactly how well he split you open.

“Oh God,” you groaned out, one hand coming up and reaching behind you to grip his hair as an attempt to steady yourself as he started thrusting up into you.

On the couch, Felix sounded like he was already on edge. He slid of the couch and crawled over to Hyunjin, quickly taking as much of the slightly older man’s cock into his mouth as he physically could.

You’ve loved every threesome you’ve had with your men before now. But there was something exhilarating in being on display for all of them like this. The way Changbin held you up and held your legs open, coupled with the way they all stared at you – watching the way he filled you, the way your tits bounced with every thrust, the way you struggled to keep your head from dropping back onto his shoulder – turned you on more than you thought possible. You could feel your arousal dripping on his cock and probably onto the floor. You knew he could feel it too.

“Do you like being watched bunny?” he grunted into your ear. “I can feel you making a mess. My messy bunny.” On the couch, Chan chuckled.

That was, naturally, when Jisung and Minho decided to wander into Chan and Jeongin’s apartment. You vaguely heard the commotion, you heard Minho shout something, but, being too absorbed in Changbin, you didn’t really register what exactly he said. Chan hurried over to the pair and you could sort of hear him explaining things to them with Jeongin beside him to back everything up. You didn’t really pay attention, trusting that your boyfriends had that situation handled.

Changbin shifted his hold on your legs and you moaned as the movement was just enough to shift the way his cock was hitting your g spot. The hand you had buried in his hair tightened as he bounced you up and down his cock faster, grunting with the effort. You could feel your orgasm building with every thrust against your g spot until finally that coil snapped and you threw your head back onto his shoulder, shuddering as you came.

Binnie followed a few thrusts after you, his release dripping from you as he lifted you off his cock and passed you to Seungmin, who was waiting on the floor for you. He had you lay back on the floor, splaying out under him. Hyunjin tossed a pillow at him that he put under your head. Seungmin gripped the back of your thigh, just above your knee, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly out, spreading you wide open for him. In one smooth stroke, he slid into your warm cunt, both of you groaning.

Over his shoulder, you now had a perfect view of Jisung and Minho. Chan and Jeongin, it seemed, had finished explaining to them and now they were watching you and Seungmin. Minho was pressed against Jisung’s back, one arm wrapped around his middle, lips close to his ear. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but you could see the effect it had on him. You watched Jisung’s eyes go glassy, his mouth dropped open and little whines slipped out. His hips rolled forward, seemingly without his conscious control. Minho, meanwhile, had the wickedest smirk on his face, staring straight at you the whole time.

Maybe you should’ve been more focused on the man thrusting into you, but you were captivated by Jisung’s breathy whines and the predatory look in Minho’s eyes. Seungmin didn’t seem to care about your distraction as he was pressing kisses to your neck, leaning down to lick and suck your nipples. It was Minho’s eyes you were looking into when you came on Seungmin’s cock.

As soon as Seungmin moved, after he came, Minho let go of Jisung who was on his belly, face between your thighs so fast you were impressed he didn’t fall. He lapped at your sopping cunt like a man starved. Your thighs clenched around his head and that seemed to spur him on more, licking Changbin and Seungmin’s cum out of you faster. You heard whimpering above you and turned to see it was coming from Felix, whose eyes were glued to Jisung and who looked a bit jealous. Before you could say anything, Chan caught it too and you recognized the glint in his eyes. It was going to be a long, but very happy night.

You didn’t hear exactly what Chan said, trusting him enough to be comfortable partly tuning him out to focus on the feeling of Jisung’s tongue buried in your cunt. The gist of Chan’s plan was that they were going to pass you around and each of the eight of them would cum inside you. Then, Felix and Jisung were going to eat it out of you. You couldn’t tell who was more turned on by that – you, Felix, or Jisung.

After that, things got a little hazy for you. There were so many hands on you and you never went for more than a minute without a cock filling you.

You vaguely registered Jeongin sliding up behind Jisung but you were too focused on Jisung and his mouth to pay much attention. Even when he mewled against your pussy, you didn’t quite catch on to what Innie was doing. Before you thought possible, your fingers were tightening in his hair, thighs clamping around his head, as you came again.

“Oh God,” you whimpered out as he slid up your body, pressing sloppy kisses to your lips, face, and neck as he slid his cock into you. Then you realized what Innie must have been doing because you saw Jisung’s eyes roll back and felt the way he pressed harder into you. You were familiar with that feeling and knew Innie had just slid into him too.

Jisung didn’t last long, coming in you quickly from the combination of fucking you and being fucked. You barely registered that he’d cum at all before he was being moved away from you and you were being pulled onto Chan’s lap.

“Hey baby girl,” he smiled up at you. You tried to get your knees and hips to cooperate with you as you returned his smile. You wanted to ride him, desperately, but your legs already felt like jelly from the way Changbin had been holding you plus your three orgasms already. Chan giggled, watching your attempts. “Poor baby girl, already too fucked out?”

You whimpered, managing to roll your hips, but not nearly enough. He giggled again, then tightly gripped your hips, lifting you up enough so that he could thrust up into you. You gripped his shoulders tightly, head dropping back as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple. You weren’t sure if it was true or not, but it felt like your orgasms were coming easier. Or it was the stimulation of not only being fucked, but knowing you were being watched and seeing things like Minho fucking Felix beside you, that was making you come undone faster.

Distantly, you were sure you’d clawed into Chan’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood when your back arched as you came. He didn’t stop, nor seem to care about possible injury to himself, as he thrust into you harder, chasing his own high.

He stayed inside you as he moved you to the coffee table, he and Innie helping to arrange you so you were draped over the piece of furniture, chest pressed flat to the top. You grabbed the edge of the table, gripping tightly as Jeongin slammed into you from behind. He set a steady rhythm and you heard him muttering something behind you about loving the way you sounded when you were almost too fucked out to make sense. You whimpered, writhing on the tabletop, as he reached around your hip, thumb finding your clit and stroking in time with his hips.

He moved quickly after he came and was replaced with a thick cock prodding at your entrance before slamming into you.

“And I thought you were messy before, bunny,” Changbin teased, lips against your ear so you could hear every groan as he slammed into you over and over, your thighs hitting the edge of the coffee table as he did. You were somewhat surprised you could feel his cum shoot into you, considering how much was already filling you. But you were glad, loving the feeling.

Bin helped Felix to lift you onto the couch, arranging you on your side. Felix lifted your top leg, hooking your foot over his legs, so you were once again fully on display for the others as he thrust into you. You relaxed against the couch cushions, thankful you didn’t have you try to support yourself as your limbs felt like jelly. “God,” he groaned into your ear. “I can’t wait to eat you out. Gonna be so messy and taste so good.”

He tipped your head so he could capture your lips. Vaguely, you think he must have sucked someone else off after Hyunjin because you could taste cum on his tongue. But you’re not sure who it could have been, having missed it when you were face down on the table. You gasp into his mouth, feeling someone’s tongue on your tits. You look to see Changbin looking up at you with a smile in his eyes, mouth otherwise occupied with your tits.

You’re no longer able to track the tightening in your belly of an oncoming orgasm, too far gone and the feelings running together so quickly that you just can’t keep track. You’re a whimpering mess on the couch as Felix buried himself in you as deep as he could when he came.

He was quickly replaced by Seungmin who rolls you onto your back, Changbin’s mouth following, before pushing into you. “Hey pretty girl,” he smiled down at you. He wrapped his hands under your thighs, lifting your legs so your knees are nearly pressed to the back of Binnie’s head as he pounded into you. You’re deep into overstimulation territory, tossing your head from side to side as more whimpers and moans fall from your mouth, but you’d never even think of asking to stop or take a break. Maybe another day, but not this one, you’re loving it too much.

Seungmin pressed kisses to your sweaty thighs as he came, groaning against your flesh. Then Minho is there, between your thighs. He slid into you with a groan of his own, stilling as soon as he bottomed out.

“God kitten. How is that a slut like you, who’s already taken so much cock today, can still be so tight?” He wondered. Even if you’d had an answer for him, you didn’t have the capacity to answer. Not right then at least. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hauling you up to sit on his lap. “Hyunjin, c’mere. Got an idea.” You felt Hyunjin come up behind you. “Think she can fit two of us at once?” You groaned, clenching around Minho.

Then Hyunjin’s fingers slid into you beside Minho’s cock as he stretched you out more. You were so full. None of the others had ever tried this, not yet at least, so you weren’t prepared for just how full you’d feel. And Hyunjin’s cock wasn’t even in you yet. Minho held you tightly against his chest, tilting back to allow Hyunjin a better angle. Then you felt his tip replace his fingers. You practically screamed between them when Hyunjin slowly slid into your pussy.

They both held still for a moment, each man running his fingers along your back or your side, as you adjusted to the full feeling of having them both in you at once. As soon as you relaxed, they set a punishing, alternating rhythm – Minho pulling out as Hyunjin slammed in and vice versa.

Felix was already on his back on the floor, when first Hyunjin then Minho came. Minho held you up, supporting your upper body as he slid you off of him and down to the floor so you could sit on Felix’s face. You can’t see it, but you can feel their combined cum oozing out of you and into Felix’s waiting mouth. Judging from the sounds under and around you, it must look obscenely good. Then you felt Jisung’s tongue on your inner thighs, before joining Felix’s. You gripped Minho, digging your nails into his arms as the pair wrung one final orgasm from you.

You collapsed against Minho’s chest who gently maneuvered you to the floor between Felix and Jisung. The trio of you, gasping for breath and in a hazy, post-sex space that you loved, laid there and waited for the others. It took a while as everyone was spent. But after a few minutes, Chan and Minho started giving out instructions to the others. Hyunjin was sent to run a warm bath for the three of you. Seungmin and Jeongin were sent first for several bottles of water for everyone that they brought back into the living room. Then they were tasked with getting drinks and food and bringing them up to the bathroom. Chan helped you sit up and drink the water. Then he, Changbin, and Minho carried you, Felix, and Jisung upstairs to the bath.

Their bath wasn’t as big as yours, nor did it have jets, but the three of them managed to get you, Felix, and Jisung situated snugly in the tub. Their gentle hands were washing the three of you, Felix cuddled against your chest while Jisung was fighting to stay awake where he’d cuddled against Felix. You lost sight of Hyunjin at some point, but then he’s back with Seungmin and Jeongin, helping to carry food. The three of them help the three of you in the bath to eat and drink, at least a little.

Things are still hazy for you, but now it’s more exhaustion hazy instead of post-sex hazy. Your eyes are drifting shut and, every time they do, you have to fight harder to keep them open. Strong arms are lifting you out of the bath and you can’t be bothered with holding your eyes open long enough to see whose they are. You’re dried off quickly and efficiently, then tucked snugly into Chan’s bed, Jisung and Felix on either side of you, judging by their voices.

"You, baby girl, are a genius," Chan said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

--

The next morning, while you were sitting at breakfast, Minho came up behind you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I talked to Chan this morning,” he said.

“About?”

“You. And your worry that Ji and I were pulling away from you.”

“Yeah, what was up with that?” Jeongin asked.

“We saw you and Seungmin,” Minho explained how they’d been out in the rain and were planning to visit Seungmin and Felix when they saw the pair of you getting out of Seungmin’s car. “At first, it was no big deal. Then you turned around in that shirt you were wearing.”

“We may have jumped to some correct and also incorrect conclusions,” Jisung piped up from the other side of the table.

You sighed, understanding. “You thought I was cheating on Chan.”

“And assumed Felix knew about it too, considering you were going into their apartment,” Minho nodded. “That’s actually why we showed up yesterday. We’d finally decided we had to say something to Chan.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even…. That must’ve been such an awkward position for you two to be in. I –”

“Kitten,” Minho interrupted you. “Nothing to be sorry for. We jumped to conclusions. After all, you two didn’t actually do anything where anyone could see you.” Seungmin snorted. Minho raised an eyebrow at him and at you, noticing your blush, but didn’t comment on it. “You could’ve just been caught in the rain in that shirt and he was trying to get you inside the closest apartment. We shouldn’t have assumed and then treated you differently because of it.”

“In the car?!” Jisung shouted from the other side of the table, clearing having asked Seungmin about his reaction. You, Seungmin, and Chan laughed.

“Surely you noticed that she likes to be watched?” Seungmin asked.

“Hang on, there’s pictures,” Jeongin reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.

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[marlynnofmany]

Names Chosen Carefully

I swung into the spaceship’s kitchen with plans to grab a snack before unpacking the bags from our latest supply run, but I paused. Coals was there showing Eggskin a screen of color swatches, and it didn’t look like a menu. Could have been something medical, since Eggskin handled both the feeding and the healing of the crew, though the conversation I’d walked in on said no.

“Vehicles are an option, but I don’t know what kind are popular there,” Coals said. He acknowledged me with a nod. “And an unfavorable skimmer model would be almost as bad as an activity that’s culturally iffy.”

Eggskin was nodding thoughtfully, tapping a claw against their lizardy chin. “The activities are probably easier to research. But I do think that either a generalized space theme or something referring to home would be the way to go.”

“Yeah, but which?” Coals asked with a sigh, staring at the handscreen. “Space might be too common, or trying too hard, and home stuff might not make sense to anyone there, including the kids.”

I must have looked like a confused dog, standing there with my head cocked. Coals took pity on me. “My cousin wants advice on what to name his clutch when it hatches,” he said, holding out the handscreen. Up close, I could see that each color swatch was scales. “This is their best guess about the likely colors.”

“Ohh,” I said. “Got it.”

Eggskin asked Coals, “Are they familiar with nearly-hatched eggs, and color distortion? Many new parents guess wrong.”

I reflected that Eggskin, whose full name was “Skin of the Egg that is Translucent and Ready to Hatch,” had probably thought about the concept pretty often. Their own scale color looked more like boogers than any egg I’d ever seen, but I’d never been privy to a Heatseeker hatching. I assume other colors would show through.

Coals nodded his brick-red snout. “They live near family. Plenty of chances to observe. And he’s been there for brainstorming names on the ol’ home planet, and his mate has too, but that’s not very helpful now.” He glanced up at me. “They just moved to a space station.”

“Are there not many Heatseekers there?” I asked.

“A few, but it’s a very intercultural place. That’s why they wanted my opinion, since I travel around so much. Thought I might have some valuable insights.”

I leaned against a counter, trying not to loom. “What have you got so far?”

Coals sighed deeply. “A lot of doubts. References to home could be great, but they might just be confusing to everyone. What kind of names would you expect to hear with these?” He showed me the screen again.

I was about to object that I was hardly an expert on Heatseeker names, then the palest one caught my eye and I laughed. “Humans would nickname that one Popcorn,” I said, pointing at the white-and-yellow image.

“Popcorn?” Coals looked at it. “What is—”

“It’s food,” I said. “A popular snack from Earth. I wouldn’t expect that to be anybody’s real name though; it’s much too whimsical and silly. Well. At least with my cultural background.”

Coals and Eggskin both looked at the colors without saying anything for a long moment. Then Coals turned the screen to me again. “Would humans of your background have food associations for the others too?”

“Well,” I said, wondering whether I was just hungry. “That one looks exactly like mint chip ice cream. Oh, and that one’s cookie & cream.” They really were; it was uncanny. “I didn’t know you guys had scale patterns with that many speckles.”

“You should see my cousin,” Coals said. “He looks like a starfield. His mate is a simple dark maroon, though. Between the two of them, the genetics are all over the place. What about these other three?”

I looked at the brown-with-red, the yellow-speckled-brown, and the deep purple. “Red velvet cake, dijon mustard, and plum. Or maybe grape. But that doesn’t make as good of a nickname. You aren’t actually going to suggest these, are you? Naming the kids after another planet’s food seems like everyone might expect them all to be familiar with that planet. Pretty sure a couple of those foods might actually be poisonous to you, too.” I flicked a glance at Eggskin, who was thankfully nodding in agreement.

“Naming a child after a toxic foreign food would do them no favors,” Eggskin said. “An adult might wear such a name proudly, but I would fully expect a youth to be pressured into eating their namesake at some point, especially if they lived somewhere it was readily found.”

I nodded too, looking to Coals.

“But,” Coals said. “It doesn’t have to be foreign food.”

I started to ask what he meant, then suddenly remembered a bit of cultural trivia. “It’s good luck to name spaceships after food, right? Does that go for people too?”

Eggskin chuckled while Coals stared intently at the colors. “It can,” Eggskin said. “It’s rather bold, though. An audacious claim that a set of parents can confer enough luck on all their offspring for them to always have food available. Very daring.” They looked at Coals with an amused expression, which Coals didn’t look up to see.

“That fits my cousin surprisingly well,” he said instead.

I smiled. “Are there Heatseeker foods that would fit these colors?”

“I can think of several.” Coals changed the screen to a text field and began typing. “This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help!” I said.

Eggskin suggested, “Be sure to remind them they should research any food they’re considering, and find out what associations their new neighbors are likely to have. Some things translate terribly.”

“No kidding!” I laughed, standing up and moving toward the snack cabinet. “I still remember the spaceships Worm Jerky and Raw Flesh.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[imaginidol]

Wooyoung: The Boxing Match

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! thank you for the fun request!! pls feel free to send more, as this was really creative and interesting to figure out!! if you’re interested, i have a hongjoong ver. smut, san ver. smut, mingi ver. smut, yunho ver. smut, jongho ver. smut and i will have more up soon and updated here as i finish the requests!!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung irritatingly threw his training towel over his forehead as he took a swig of his water bottle, avoiding the large screen in front of him as it repeatedly flashed the final results of tonight’s boxing match.

Kim Yugyeom v. Jung Wooyoung

12 Rounds @ Olympic Gymnast Arena

Scorecard: 112-110 | 110-110 | 120-107

Wooyoung crushed his water bottle and tossed it into a trash can, making his way to the backstage locker room as his team trailed behind him, patting him down with more towels and offering him more water.

It goes without saying that the boy was beyond pissed at his performance tonight. He sat alone at a bench and asked for space with a few minutes to cool down, to which his team deliberately agreed.

“Wooyoung,” Yugyeom walks up to the boy and pats his opponent’s back, “you did well tonight. You’re getting so much better, don’t beat yourself over the results.”

I won’t beat myself up over it ‘cause you already did me that favor, Wooyoung curses quietly to himself, nodding at his winning opponent.

“Thanks. You did well,” he says, wanting to add more, though he knew nothing appropriate would come out of his mouth if he kept talking. He was too angry, felt too dispirited, and most definitely wanted to wipe the nasty smirk off Yugyeom’s face.

As soon as Yugyeom walked out of the locker room, Wooyoung lunged himself forward and punched a wall pad in resentment.

“FUCK,” he shouted, ripping his handwraps off with immense aggravation and wanting nothing more than to go home and take a long, quiet shower.

—

Scorching drops of hot water splashed against Wooyoung’s bare back as he attempted to relax under the steaming shower. His efforts were to no avail, as every time he closed his eyes he was met with the burning image of Yugyeom’s villainous simper in the boxing ring.

Of course, Yugyeom had been training far longer than Wooyoung, and even though Wooyoung’s growth and training with 1-on-1 opponents had made him a promising candidate against Yugyeom in a match, his stamina wasn’t nearly enduring at the level he’d hoped for during the last few rounds of their fight. It seemed as though Yugyeom’s stamina had strengthened towards the end, a skill or tactic that Wooyoung couldn’t yet wrap his head around.

Fuck this, Wooyoung turns his body towards the shower head, wanting to clear his mind off tonight’s events instead.

He outstretches one hand to lean against the white tile wall in front of him, hunching over to wrap the other around his meat.

—

You turn the key to Wooyoung’s apartment, hoping he’d be home by now. The last thing you wanted to do was remind him of tonight’s result, as you knew how much the sport meant to him. So, you intended to approach him cautiously so as to not trigger his disappointment.

“Wooyoung?” You walk through the apartment, but most of the lights are out.

Maybe he’s asleep, you think, placing a pint of his favorite ice cream inside the freezer. You start making your way to his room, but the lights in there are also out.

The only light effusing faintly through the room was coming from the restroom, and you could hear the sounds of the running shower echoing from behind the slightly-opened door.

Oh, he’s home, then, you think, almost smiling before realizing that there were more sounds coming from inside the restroom than just the running shower head.

Soft moans and grunts emitted from deep within Wooyoung’s throat, and you placed an ear closer to the door to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in there with him.

What am I doing? He wouldn’t cheat on me—

OOF!!

Wooyoung lets out a startled shriek as you stumble into the restroom floor, falling flat on your face after having tripped over some folded jeans and a belt in the dark.

“I’M SO SORRY,” you scramble back to your feet, lunging for the door and slamming it shut behind you.

“Babe? When’d you get here?” Wooyoung yells from inside as he turns off the shower head, wrapping a loose towel around his waist.

“I only just got here,” you say, hugging your knees as you crouched on the floor against the restroom door.

Behind you, Wooyoung opens the door and a hot cloud of steam emerges from behind him.

“What are you doing here so late!?” he smiles for the first time all night, pulling you up and hugging you from behind. “Shouldn’t you be home and asleep right now?”

Damp drops of his wet hair soak your cheek and shirt collar as he buries his head into your shoulder, planting soft and wet kisses against your neck.

“I couldn’t not see you tonight,” you say quietly.

“Right,” Wooyoung pauses, lifting his head back in a scoff as the unpleasant reminder of tonight’s match crosses his mind. “That fucker’s good, I can’t deny it.”

You felt Wooyoung shiver slightly as the steamed warmth of the restroom had begun to slowly fade away.

"Uhm, why don't you go ahead and finish your shower? Get your mind off things."

"Okay," he huffs, "but you're coming with me."

—

Wooyoung, ever so gently, cranks up the heated water temperature and throws a water-safe lubing tube aside before turning his body around to face you. His wet hair falls over his forehead, his eyes darkening in desperation at the sight of your naked body leaning against the wall.

He wraps his hands slowly around your waist, leaning his face in closer as he begins caressing his lips gently against yours. He trails his teeth slowly to your bottom lip, nibbling ever so slightly as the water progressively got warmer and warmer behind him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back as he trails kisses all over you. Soft gasps begin escaping your lips as you feel him lean his body weight against you, pinning your back further against the wall as his hardened cock poked itself between your thighs. You clutched onto the horizontal shower handle as Wooyoung carefully lifted you over it, groping your ass with both hands as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

For a few moments, you both remained comfortably in this position whilst making out longer, letting the hot water pour against your bodies as more and more steam fogged the air around you. You'd closed your eyes and let yourself be immersed by the feeling of his hot lips fighting to dominate yours, his tongue tracing and circling inside and around your mouth. He traced one hand against the outline of your ass to your waist, massaging his fingers gently around your nipple. You gasped at the sudden feel of his soft fingertips against your breasts, and your continuous soft moans only further hardened his already-erect cock.

He smiled into your mouth as he began gliding his hand back down to your abdomen, nudging gently against your clit as your moans progressively became more and more desperate for him.

"I might've not been able to win my boxing match," he whispers, "but I'll sure as hell make sure I dominate the fuck out of this one."

He pulls his fingers away from your clit and begins aligning his dick carefully with your entrance. You let out soft moans as the boy begins thrusting himself into you, experimenting with different speeds as your despairing cries begged for more. You clawed your fingernails deep into his back as the boy recklessly fucked you over and over, your insides heating up as the sounds of his desperate moans greeted your ears. The size of his cock was enough to make you want to scream at him to stop, but he just felt too fucking good pounding away like this when he was angry that you wouldn't dare yourself to give in.

"Fuck," he groans, lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder as you safely clutched most of your weight against the shower handles. The boy tried desperately to hold in his grunts and groans, but with each deepening thrust, he kept flashing the stupid grin of Yugyeom's face in his mind, irking his anger more and more as he took it out on you. This resulted in a heated, rough fucking-session, and each impending whimper and scream from your mouth only made him want to push further.

In a sudden instant, he pulled out, making you whimper in slight frustration thinking he'd finished. But fuck no, he wasn't anywhere near done.

You switch positions, and now your body is turned at one end of the shower facing away from him, his hands wrapped around your stomach and your lower back as he breathes heavily into your ear.

"Bend for me," is all he says as you obediently hunch yourself forward, placing both your arms against the tub's edges as you feel his body weight leaning into your ass.

Once he's realigned to your entrance again, he assumes his reckless fucking as he starts hitting it from the back. With both hands groped tightly against your hips, the boy holds nothing back as he fucks into you at full throttle.

He's really fucking pissed. Also, you feel really fucking good as your velvety walls lurch around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, babe," you whimper, holding back from letting your knees give in completely the moment he finds your G-spot. "Stay right there, fuck me right there."

The tempered boy starts panting harder with each deepening thrust, closing his eyes as his dampened bangs rocked back and forth against his forehead. He could feel the heated rush of pumping blood overwhelming every cell of his throbbing member. He leaned one arm forward against the wall, the other still wrapped tightly against your ass.

You let out a final, pleasurable cry as your boyfriend triggers a hot, gratifying orgasm, your knees buckling in place as you bent and rested your face over your folded arms against the tub's edge. His groans were not far from yours as he concentrated on reaching his climax next. Finally, his knees weaken at the feel of his cum shooting through and out of your walls, a final victory that he could satisfyingly consider bringing home for the night.

"Fuck," he says, pulling you up as you rested your head against his shoulder, hot water splashing delightfully against your bodies.

"You're good at fucking people up," you smile as he bends over to leave hot, gentle kisses over your gaped mouth.

"Nah," he smiles, "I'm just good at fucking you."

—

One gentler shower later, you both cuddled under Wooyoung's covers feeling fresher and more satisfied after the night's better outcomes.

"Wooyoung?" you look up under your hair towel as he leaves gentle kisses against your forehead. "Would you ever have a re-match with Yugyeom?"

"Hmm," he smiles, toying with a finger gently against your stomach, "I don't know yet."

"I think you should," you declare.

"I don't always have to win. I have to learn to accept defeat, too," he smiles.

"Oh," you say, intertwining your fingers around his. "I hope you lose a lot more, then."

"Why would you say that?" he furrows his brows in annoyance.

"Because I like the way you fuck me when you're mad," you smirk.

"Believe me," he giggles, sinking his face into your neck, "I'll try not to lose too many matches to keep you safe, then."

You both soon fell asleep, Wooyoung satisfied with the thought that at the very least, there was one thing that even a great boxer like Yugyeom couldn't ever take away from him.

You.

[a-998h]

HI POOKIE. I saw you had requests opens

Self aware CRK but they turn somewhat humanoid when they come through… maybe even willing darling y/n with cuddle hc’s?

I request you add whoever you like. Pure vanilla and Shadow milk are my favorites tho…

Love the image!

Characyers: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

Also, let me know if any of you want to see my drawings of Human Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

So, you had been playing Cookie run for a little over 3 months and had been growing your collection of amazing 2D cookies. You would rant about troubles to them, thinking you just lost it after all, they're just fictional cookies after all.

What you didn't know ow then is that they were listening, watching, and growing to care about you. The cookies would be excited every time you opened the app on your phone, but one day their hearts broke.

"I have to choose, Genshin or Cookie Run?" You ask yourself.

The cookies already has a rivalry with Genshin as both apps took up space on your phone. The cookies were terrified that if you removed the app from your phone then they would never see you again.

Everything went dark, the cookies realized you made their choice. They thought about their last good memories with you, only for you to open the game the next day?

Yeah, they realized they were on a bigger screen and figures out while Genshin holds your phone they have your PC. This made them happy and each cookie you collected grew to care about you in someway and also having to keep it a secret that they can see and hear you.

This last until you got Shadow Milk Cookie. He noticed the border, and was dropping very clear hints that he could see and hear you but you never noticed. You thought this fourth wall breaking was part of the character, and that drove him mad. So, he used his cosmic powers to reach you.

After an afternoon of playing Cookie Run you turned off your computer and went for food. While you back was turned the screen turned navy blue with an upside Pure Vanilla Cookie symbol. Looking you think you forgot to turn off the computer, and then a hand popped out from the screen. You freaked out as Shadow Milk Cookie pulled himself out of the computer like Samara from the Ring.

Once he's out of the screen he tips his hat and bows to you. You scream and freak out which makes him laugh.

"W-who? How?!" You questioned nervously.

"Well, I'm Shadow Milk Cookie, but you already knew that!" He says.

He explains that every cookie could see and hear you. They figured out they were in a game and coped... in a variety of ways. You try to get him to leave as you're worried he'll cause issues in your world, but you can't make him leave. Now you have a human version of a 2D cookie sleeping on your couch.

Meanwhile in the Cookie Run world, Pure Vanilla is scared for you once he heats news of Shadow Milk Cookie bridging the gap to reach you and the evil cookies also want to take you to Dark Enchantress Cookie. Red Velvet Cookie is voluntold to seek you out. So, now ypu have three human cookies in your home, two of which are enemies. You also have no idea how to send them back other than make Shadow Milk Cookie go home.

You get used to them eventually, so much so that you accept their cuddles. Let's get into that.

I imagine this bastard has ice cold hands and feel

Somehow becomes velcro or magnetic when cuddling you

Sucks your body heat from you when cuddling

A blanket hogger, as in youll have to buy more blankets because he steals all of yours

Lays all over you

Becomes liquid, like a cat

Wants all your cuddles every hour of the day

Whines for cuddles a lot

Living heater

Very soft cuddles

smells like vanilla

Shares all the blankets with you

Loves cuddles by willing to let go when needed

Pets your hair

Is also liquid in a cat-like manner

Will ask for cuddles politely

Whines if you wait too long to give him cuddles, like if it's been more than an hour

Makes sure you have the best cuddles ever

Is a cuddle gentleman

Cake arm is ice cold while the rest of him a comfortably warm

Is not very cuddly at first

Will give you all the blankets if you ask

Is not really liquid, more like a stiff log

Inadvertently asks for cuddles in a harsh manner

If you have a dog, he'll be in heaven

Doesn't talk much when cuddling you

[hockeyforbabes]

amber at the winter classic just in the wag jacket and beanie and connor is obsessed and loves skating around with her

Winter Classic

Master List

^^^edited image by me

"Ow not so tight!" Amber complains.

"They've got to be tight to protect your ankles," I remind her while I tie up her skate, "Ok other foot."

She switches her feet and lets me tie up the other one with no complaints this time.

"God you look good," I say with a smile taking her in as I stand up from tying her skates.

She gives me an appreciative smile and takes my hands, letting me help her stand up. Slowly, we walk to the rink, and I do my best to keep her balanced.

I take a step out on the ice first and hold her hands, "Ok just remember to go slow and bend your knees."

Cautious she takes a hesitant step onto the ice and flails a little when she wobbles but I quickly reach out to hold her steady.

"Connor Bedard I swear to God if you let me fall again..." She threatens.

I can tell she is getting frustrated with her inability to stay steady on the ice but I can't help the smile on my face. Her little yelps every time she starts to slide and the way her brows are furrowing in concentration are too cute.

This isn't her first time at a family skate event with me but her skating hasn't improved. Unfortunately, our first time skating together I wasn't prepared for how uncoordinated on the ice she would be and I let her fall. She was fine but she hasn't let me forget it.

"Baby, I've got you," I assure her wrapping my arms around her waist.

"That's what you said last time and I ended up on the ground," she glares at me.

She's just so cute I can't help but laugh, "Actually we ended up on the ground," I correct, "remember I cushioned your fall when you took us down."

"It was your fault though, you weren't holding me tight enough," She argues but her tone is light.

I pull her in closer to me holding her tight so there is no space between us as I skate us around, "Is this better?"

"Much better," she says finally smiling at me and placing her hands on my shoulders.

I pull her around the rink for a little bit as she gains her footing on the ice. We stop every now and then talking to some of the players and their kids. After she seems a little more comfortable I shift so now I'm behind her but I still hold her tight.

"Connor," She warns when she wobbles a little from me shifting.

"I know, I've still got you," I smile then lean in close to whisper, "just wanted to get a better look at the jacket."

I've seen her with my name and number on her back countless times at this point but I still get a little giddy every time. I wouldn't call myself possessive but I can't help how happy it makes me when she wears my name and everyone knows she is my girl. Today she is wearing a long cream parka with my name and number on it that the WAGs designed and got for all the girls.

After we had been official for a few months one of the players ' wives reached out to me for Amber's number so she could be included in the WAG stuff. Amber was apprehensive at first but she has grown close to a few of them and she always jokes about loving the "free swag".

"Have I mentioned how much I love this jacket?" I say still keeping my voice low.

"Oh, just a few times," she grins, "You just love me in anything that shows I'm yours."

"Sue me, so what if I want everyone to know you're my girl," I say leaning in to kiss her.

She turns her head to the side so I land on her cheek, "Connor there are a lot of cameras here," she says gesturing to all the media.

I groan knowing she is right. We are public with our relationship now and are proud to show each other off but we aren't big on PDA. The stupid photographers at every event make it hard though because sometimes I just really want to kiss my girlfriend.

"I don't care right now, you look so beautiful in the jacket and I'm so happy you are here. Just one?" I plead.

She looks around and then sighs, "Fine you can have one."

As soon as she says the words my lips are on hers. The kiss is simple and fairly PG but it feels good to finally get to kiss her. I can hear an increase in the camera shutters but it doesn't matter right now. After a moment we pull away but I don't let her out of my arms.

"Instagram is gonna go crazy with that picture," I joke.

"I'm sure they've already gotten plenty of pictures of you holding me too," she points out.

"So what? Everyone can know we are gross and in love, I don't care," I respond spinning her around.

"Oh my God what has gotten into you Connor," she says unable to contain her laughter.

I shrug, "I don't know I'm just really happy right now."

Grabbing her hands we continue our skate and I continue staring at her. Watching her wave to the wives and my teammates, her nose turning red from the cold, her giggles at the kids running around almost knocking people over. I'm so obsessed with this girl it's insane.

Soon I have to do media for tomorrow so I drop her off at the rink exit with a small kiss on her forehead.

"I just have a few interviews I have to do and then I'm all yours," I say not wanting to leave her.

I'm sad to leave her but I know I'll see her in just a little while. She goes off with the other WAGs and helps wrangle in some of Foligno's kids.

I keep watching her on the sidelines until I hear the boys call for me. "Bedsy get that dopey grin off your face and come do this interview."

Author's note <3

This request was fun to write and I loved making the social media post for it. Remember to feel free to send in requests, I love the inspo.

[charles-simmons-fanfiction]

Late summer nights - Todd Anderson / Neil Perry

Description: Neil is a summer person, and Todd is a Neil person. That's the story. 💛 [fluff, 800 words]

By the way, this is based off of this post! It's a headcanon by the super cool and awesome @perksofbeingpoet <3 This was so fun to write, I might write more summer fics with dps <- me projecting how energetic I get during summer on them

Todd could swear he would pass out from the heat any second now. Neil, on the other hand, hadn't been this energetic it's been weeks.

"Physics homework, done!" Neil exclaimed victoriously, closing his notebook and throwing it on his desk.

"Already? How?" Todd had just finished the first half of his work, and he hadn't even started the one for chemistry. Soon summer break would start and the teachers weren't taking it easy on them, not that they ever did.

"It looks like it'll rain tomorrow, explains why today's so hot," Neil ignored his question. The window was wide open and he had half his body out of it, only a small push away from falling. "We should go outside! While we still can, y'know."

"What? No, I still have way too much work to do," the physics assignment in front of him was pushed aside before he could protest.

"I'll give you the answers and explain them to you tomorrow. C'mon!" Neil grabbed him by the arm. Todd wanted to insist, but he wanted to go with him a lot better.

They had to be silent while they sneaked out, so, naturally, they couldn't stop laughing. It was quite a struggle and they had to be constantly shushing the other.

Once they got outside, the hot wind blew on their faces. Todd considered going back in again.

Neil smiled and, without any warning, took off running to the woods, laughing way too loudly as Todd tried to catch up with him. They didn't stop running for a while, to not risk getting caught.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Todd covered Neil's mouth with his hands, pushing him against a tree to keep him quiet. "Are you crazy?? There's no way no one heard us!" Despite his heart beating quickly from the adrenaline, he could only laugh with him.

"Carpe Diem, my dear," Neil's voice came out muffled and he gently took Todd's hand off his mouth. "We'll be fine."

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, looking into each other's eyes, close enough to feel their hot breath on their already warm cheeks. A light breeze wiggled the trees and everything felt silent, except for the crickets probably not too far away.

Neil's deep brown eyes seemed to shrink when he smiled, almost sparkling as he looked at him so contently. His pink lips were slightly parted and a strand of hair had fallen on his face. He had an image of graceful disarray, and the night suddenly didn't feel as half as warm as his presence did.

"Your hair is getting long," was all that Todd managed to say.

Neil was caught slightly off guard and chuckled. "Yeah, I have to get a haircut soon."

"Please don't," Todd asked, maybe a little too fast. "It looks great like this."

"Thanks," they broke eye contact awkwardly, not knowing how to continue a conversation, and also not really wanting to.

It was way too hot. Todd couldn't understand how anyone could even like summer. He had always hated the way his hand felt sweaty, and how hard it was to fall asleep even with the window open. Also, any class outside was insufferable if there was sun.

At the same time, Neil seemed to be doing so well. And let the truth be said, it only took a little attention to see how depressed he could get some days. But not recently. No, Neil seemed to be genuinely doing fine.

Todd smiled at the thought, and for the first time, he hoped summer would last as long as possible. "Next weekend, if we finish our homework, we should go get ice cream. To make the heat more bearable," he shyly suggested, mentally repeating "carpe diem" to himself.

"I was thinking about that! I'm sure the other's would be super down for i-"

"Wait, no," Todd stopped him. "I meant like, you and me."

"Oh," Neil was taken aback, but nodded slowly, a smile creeping on his face. His tone was soft when he spoke. "Yes, I think we should."

The two went silent again, and Todd did his best not to smile like an idiot. The next hour wasn't anything but mundane chatting and walking around, but they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

At some point, Neil tried to take his hand as they walked, but Todd pulled it back. "It's way too hot for this," he complained, yet eventually gave in and took Neil's hand back. Neither of them mentioned it.

"I love summer," Neil stated matter-of-factly. "It's easily the best season. To me, at least. What's your favorite?"

"You"

"What?"

"Autumn"

Again, neither of them mentioned it. Although Todd briefly considered hitting his head against a tree and just staying there forever.

That night, Neil fell asleep as soon as he got back to his dorm, without even changing. Todd didn't, it was too hot. He sighed, and looked at his roommate, who was smiling in his sleep.

"He's crazy," Todd thought, still not getting why anyone would like summer, but suddenly not feeling so bad about it. He fell asleep with a soft smile too. At least they'd get ice cream.

💛.

[tikki-tokka-takka]

Just How I Am

Hey everybody! This is my first time EVER writing a fanfiction, on a public forum, and tumblr…so yeah! I'm excited, I have been feeling complicated teenage emotions lol (im 18 though, is that still a teenager? I mean, it is 8-TEEN not 8-ADULT), and why not get all of these silly feelings out by writing a sad little thing. (Does anyone even read an author’s note? I just want to rant without being judged by the people who I can barely even trust sometimes, lol). I’ll eventually start posting on ao3 when I finally get invited lol. ok bai. 

ANYWAYS… sorry for all that but basically this is the summary:

Sometime around the end of season 3 and beginning of season 4, when Kagami and Adrien were an item.

Aged up characters, all of them are 17

A very sad Marinnette POV about her view on K & A’s relationship and how she fits into it

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I wonder if you’ve ever looked at her, and thought she was me. I wonder if you’ve ever looked at her glossy, pink lips, bluebell eyes and my beautiful short hair, and looked at my mirror image. Did you, Adrien Agreste, ever think I wouldn’t have realized? That I was never your first choice? 

I still lay up at night, remembering the long days we would spend together, as I helped you escape from your father, your rebellious smile shining right back at my burning cheeks. As we hid around the corner, you looked me straight in the eyes and softened your stupid smile, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. 

You softly said, “You must be tired from running.”

“Huh?”

“Your cheeks are red,” you breathed out. “Too bad, because I could run with you forever, Marinnette.” 

“Huh-h?”

"Your cheeks are red," you teased once again, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Marinette, you’re something else, you know that?"

I laughed nervously, burning under your gaze. And you laughed too—stupid, beautiful boy. You always did love the way I blushed. Making sure we were safe, you grabbed my hand and pulled me around town. It was one of the best days of my life, as we splashed each other with the gross fountain water, but I was too grossly in love with you to realize. Did you know that I got sick the next day after you dared me to drink it? Now I realize, you were just acting like all the other 17 year old immature boys our age, because you are all the same. 

You finally spotted Andre, and calmed your silly antics down, helping me up after you had tackled me down into the fountain. 

“Kagami’s right. Your hair is beautiful when it's down,” you remarked, gazing down at me, hand extended. I shivered. You, you thought my hair was beautiful. But, at the same time, a pushing, quiet thought bounced at the back of my head.

I should’ve known then. When did Kagami ever tell you that? I should’ve realized when Kagami smiled at me during our sleepover—her smile was not one of approval, but one of quiet confirmation. Kagami and I had just had a sleepover, as I tried to be the perfect, nice Marinnette, who despite jealousy, wanted to make her feel comfortable. In an attempt to help her break from Kagami’s perfect poised form, I told her all my girlish sentiments about you. I didn’t realize at the moment that her wacky ass smile wasn’t out of the pleasing humor of my silliness, but because it was confirming her growing feelings for you. I thought we were just being girls, giggling about our silly crushes. I didn’t see that she was already piecing together her feelings for you.

But you know what I did? I smiled back. I blushed at your words like a fool. I shivered, reaching for your hand. And we got lovers ice cream, which you willingly took, which we willingly ate, while we just looked at each other's eyes and let them talk for ourselves. Maybe, you saw her, and I was just your test trial. Because you know what’s funny? 

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS? IT MAKES ME GO QUITE INSANE HAHA! 

You stopped talking to me after that day, which keeps me up at night, by the way. You simply stopped, you would simply walk past me, as I extended my fingers to tap you on your shoulder, to chat about last night. We ended that day on the bank of the Seine, it was all quite cliche and sickly sweet, as the sky streaked with pinks that melted into the horizon like the ice cream on our hands. I stared at it, foolishly hoping it was a sign of something—of us.

“Today was amazing, Marinnette. I have to leave now, my father has been calling me, I’m sure my father is extremely angry right now. I wish we could do this again. See you tomorrow,” you stood up and said all of a sudden. It seemed strange to me, the sudden blunt end tooo….. whatever we had that day, but you know ignorant, mindless, foolish, love ridden girls, they don’t realize anything until it is too late! yay. 

So, Adrien Agreste, imagine how I felt when you would ignore me? I couldn’t tell Alya about all of this because I promised myself I would keep all of this to myself, my safe little secret of a foolish, beautiful bluebell haired girl. 

Then you went on and dated my mirror image. The same hair, eyes, but just ten times more perfect. She has straight A’s, is in various clubs, is rich, is of your social stature, and is pretty. She could model right next to you. Your father approves of this I know. And I know how much you secretly crave for your father’s validation underneath all your rebellion. You told me this on one of our escapades. Did I just pave the road for her? I am never enough, I fear. I don’t think I would've fit the shoes besides yours anyways. 

Did you know, Adrien? Did you know I was drowning that day? While you laughed, while we ran, while I fell so hopelessly for someone who’d already fallen for her.

So, Adrien, maybe you’ll keep chasing mirror images. But someday, someone will see me—not her reflection. And maybe by then, I won’t care if it’s you.

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Yay! Please give me criticism if you would like! I am no way a serious writer, I just have been having a really punching sense of writing and I want people to read and think about it :)) Should I write more things? I definitely want to revise maybe when I am free (upcoming Thanksgiving break might give me a chance too) and make it a bit longer. Now I understand why so many good writers go on hiatus or never finish their works. This piece, although short and amateur, really took a lot of time and brain power lol.

Does anyone have any suggestions/ideas for me to write? Does anyone have super duper good fanfics to read, thanks in advance

Also, this work and if I write any others are based on my real life feelings, except I maximize them 1000x because I am dramatic like that lol. Thanks for reading, love you all!!!!! <3

P.S. I was listening to both of Olivia Rodrigo’s albums while writing this, just wanted to say that lol. Ugh, I am feeling the song Lacy so badddd right nowwwww. Ok FR bye now, hope to hear from yall!!! I LOVE IT when people communicate, ok BYE!!

[undercover-ballerina]

Hermione Granger and th Dramione Shippers - Chapter 11

“Positively breathtaking.” said Draco as he kissed her hand when they met outside the gates. His lips lingered on her hand for a long instant before he started kissing his way up her arm gently pulling her closer. Her cloak fell back from her shoulder and he kept kissing up her throat, eventually reaching her lips. Her fingers reached the back of his head as his arms circled her waist. Hermione felt heat course through her body as the intensity of the kiss grew exponentially.

Draco eventually pulled away and the cold crept up on Hermione. He pulled her cloak back to cover her.

“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He said, not looking sorry at all.

“I’m glad to see you, too. Gomes.” Hermione chuckled.

“Who’s Gomes?” Draco frowned.

“Oh, right. Just a character from a muggle show. I’ll show you sometime.” She took his hand. “What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Edinburgh. I’ve reserved a table at The Witchery.”

He brushed one finger along her jaw and kissed her again. Just a soft kiss on her lips, but Hermione felt the heat spread from her chest all over again. He straightened up and apparated them.

They appeared in a small passage between a gift shop and an ice-cream parlor across the street from the witchery. They walked, hand in hand, the short distance to the restaurant. They were greeted at the entrance by a witch wearing black robes.

“Good evening Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. Welcome to The Witchery by the Castle. If you’d like to leave your cloaks with me, I’ll escort you to your table.” They handed her their cloaks and she vanished them.

She led them to a small table by large, white, French windows in a wood paneled room with a high painted ceiling depicting images of the tarot. Candles spread a golden glow illuminating the leather chairs, the white tablecloths and the gilded statues scattered around the room. Draco pulled Hermione’s chair out for her and then sat on the opposite side of the table. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a white shirt and a Gryffindor-red tie and pocket-square.

“We swapped house colors.” Commented Hermione nodding at his tie.

“I must say, Hermione, I think the color green was invented just for you. I might decide to start a quest to conquer the world just to forbid anyone else from wearing green ever again.” He smirked.

“Honestly, I think we’ve had enough world domination attempts to last us several lifetimes. How about we make a deal. You refrain from conquering the world and I wear green more often.”

“I could settle for that. I’m suddenly having visions of you wearing nothing but emeralds.” He eyed her through his lashes as he pretended to read the menu.

Hermione blushed. She was sure she’d read something along those lines in one of the Dramione fan fictions she’d read over the Christmas holidays. Two flutes of champagne appeared on the table. Hermione cleared her throat and tried to read what was written on the menu but her eyes would not focus.

[cookiesauces]

Land of Miracles IDOL AU!!!

Idol!Lan Ge with Fa Hua as his personal manager.

Inspired from this video

Wrote an accompanying fic for this scene also on AO3:

“Great, now we'll just need some kiss marks around your neck and we're good.”

Lan Ge nodded listlessly to Hong Bao's comment. If the world-renowned photographer didn't know him personally, she would have kicked him out immediately. There was a long queue of celebrities dying to work with her. If only she hadn't owed him a favour..

She clucked her tongue. “I tried using a stamp but it looks too fake, so we'll need to borrow someone's lips instead.”

Hong Bao eyed at all the blushing ladies around looking eager to volunteer. They reminded her of vultures until her eyes finally landed on the only man in the room - Lan Ge's personal manager.

“Fa Hua, can you do it?”

The stoic man looked surprised to be suddenly called on. “Me?”

Hong Bao held out a lipstick to him. “Yes, get some lip marks on his neck.”

Fa Hua glanced at Lan Ge for a beat before averting his eyes in hesitation.

“If you're not comfortable, then someone else can-”

“-It's fine.” Fa Hua grabbed the lipstick. He applied it through the mirror clumsily before turning to her with a determined look. “Where do you need it?”

Hong Bao unbuttoned the top few buttons of Lan Ge's white shirt and shoved it off one of his shoulders. She then pointed at a spot above his right collarbone.

Fa Hua took a deep breath before leaning in to push his lips against that spot, his one hand coming up on Lan Ge’s chest for balance.

Lan Ge’s breath hitched when he felt soft lips on his skin, albeit a little moist from the lipstick.

Hong Bao continued to point out different spots and instructed Fa Hua to press harder for more prominent marks.

Lan Ge swallowed, his heartbeat quickening as he was acutely aware of Fa Hua's breathing and the insistent press of his lips. Hong Bao’s instructions became white noise and the world narrowed down to their physical contact. What's going on? Why was he so affected? Was it because he'd never been so close to anyone like this before, or was it because it was Fa Hua?

His stomach fluttered at the thought of the latter.

Fa Hua, his personal manager who was brought in three years ago as his parents’ friend’s godson to help improve his reputation. Basically someone he couldn't insist on firing on a whim. 

Initially, Lan Ge hated him for forcing him to behave during interviews via blackmail. Fa Hua had gotten rid of his housekeeper and made Lan Ge do chores himself as punishment. Imagine him! Washing the dishes! At that point, Lan Ge was irritable from the lack of sleep and was often picking fights with other celebrities. The media painted him in the light of a self-entitled rich second-generation.

It came to a point where they trashed things out and Fa Hua finally realised the problems Lan Ge were facing. He then helped him overcome his insomnia and gatekeep his schedule so that he had enough rest. Fa Hua had also formed many good connections and arranged interactive fan meets that helped enhance his image. Eventually, Lan Ge also got to learn more about Fa Hua and meet the orphanage children. They could finally just play around with the kids as if they were kids themselves. It was fun, and Lan Ge started to realise that everything was more fun with the other man around. 

Fa Hua turned from a thorn in his side to the reason Lan Ge actually does anything. Go for a sponsored photoshoot? Sure, only so that Fa Hua will sneak him out for ice cream afterwards. 2 hours fan meet? Fine, if Fa Hua agreed to wear whatever the fans gave him on their way home so that he could have a good laugh.

Fa Hua became his motivation and the highlight of his days. Not to mention that he's kinda hot, and super cute when he smiles. Does this means that Lan Ge is attracted to him? Was that why he's so nervous right now? Did he actually want Fa Hua to do… more?

“Ok, five minutes break!” Lan Ge abruptly announced as he pushed Fa Hua backwards, grabbed Hong Bao and pulled her away with a “Hong Bao, a word, please.”

“SOS! This is a CRISIS, Hong Bao!” He announced in despair when they were alone in the changing room.

“What’s wrong?” She demanded.

Lan Ge licked his lips. “Let’s just say Fa Hua kissing my neck has awakened something-”

Hong Bao scrunched her face in disgust. “-Oh my god-”

“-No, hear me out!” He threw his hands out. “That's not even the worst part-”

“-That's not?” She looked at him with raised brows.

“I think I'm in love with Fa Hua.”

Hong Bao gave him the flattest glare ever.

“Are you kidding me? Now is not the time to realise your feelings or whatever, I have a shoot to do!” She snarled.

“I know, I know! But imagine someone you like kissing up all over your neck,” He gestured to his bare collar, “can you really blame me?”

“Urgh, you-!” Hong Bao pinched her nose bridge in exasperation. “Ok, forget it. Enough lip marks, this is fine.”

Lan Ge blew a breath of relief.

She snorted. “Ready to get back to work now?”

“I g-guess so..”

She stomped off with a shake of her head. “Tch, men.”

Thankfully, Lan Ge was a good model when he wanted to be - all that effortlessly photogenic charm allowed Hong Bao to complete the shoot in record time. But since they had time to spare, she decided to get some extra shots as payback…

“I need someone with long, black hair,” Hong Bao pondered aloud and pretended to look around at all the fancy-coloured dyed hair before locking eyes onto her target. “Fa Hua, come here.”

She could see Lan Ge visibly stiffened and hid her snort internally.

The personal manager eyed her warily. “Yes?”

“Don't worry, I just need a bit of your back view. Your face won't be seen. Stand here in front of Lan Ge.” Hong Bao adjusted his position.

She then went behind Fa Hua and pointed the camera over his shoulder to face Lan Ge.

“Lan Ge, come closer towards him.”

She enjoyed the look of panic he shot her as he shuffled closer.

“Okay, look into each others’ eyes,” She instructed and bit her lips to stifle her laughter at how red Lan Ge was turning.

“Closer..”

She quickly snapped a few shots.

"Just a bit more closer.."

“Argh, Hong Bao!” Lan Ge couldn't hold it in anymore. Any closer and they were literally going to touch noses! He turned towards her with an accusatory finger. “You're doing this on purpose!”

“Lan Ge, don't be rude. Calm down.” Fa Hua placated as he pulled the other’s hand down. “Sorry, Hong Bao, I think we'll take a short break now.”

“Forget it, I was just trying something out but it didn't work. We're done for the shoot,” Hong Bao concluded apathetically as she sifted through the shots in her camera. “You two can leave now, I won't be sending you off.”

“Then.. we'll make a move first. Thank you everyone for your hard work.” Fa Hua forced Lan Ge to bow to Hong Bao with a hand on his head before dragging him away.

Hong Bao waited till the door closed before she smirked at the pictures she took of them. 

Yes, they’ll make a good wedding gift in the future.

***

“Huahua, what are your thoughts on me dating someone?” Lan Ge brought up some time later when they were alone in the study room. He was lying on the sofa watching Fa Hua flipping through the bunch of paperwork at his desk.

“Terrible. A PR Nightmare. Great hassle for everyone involved,” His personal manager immediately listed.

Lan Ge groaned. “Will it really be that bad?”

“Yes.” Fa Hua gave him a knowing look. “But having said that, I'm sure you'll still do whatever you want anyway.”

“...”

Fa Hua gave a deep sigh. “Who is it?”

“Huh?”

“The person you’ll be dating.”

Lan Ge looked down and played with his fingers. “I.. I don't even know if they'll agree to date me.”

Fa Hua highly doubted that anyone would reject the popular Lan Ge. He sighed. “Just tell me who first so that I can run a background check.”

Lan Ge snorted. “I don't think that's going to be a problem..”

“That's not for you to decide.” Fa Hua snapped a little impatiently as he opened his notebook and got his pen ready. “Name?”

Lan Ge licked his lips. “Ermm.. Well, it's uh, Fa Hua.”

“Hmm?”

“That's the name.” Lan Ge steadily avoided eye-contact. “It's.. you.”

“W-What?” He looked up from his book in bewilderment. “Is this a prank?”

“No, it's not!” Lan Ge insisted before adding petulantly, “I.. just like you. B-But if you don't want to date me, then forget it.”

Fa Hua felt his heartbeat pick up and he took a deep breath. 

“I-It’s not that simple,” He stuttered. “I'm pretty sure it's against my contract to-”

“-So you want to?” Lan Ge sat up and walked over with a hopeful look eyes. 

Fa Hua turned away and shook his head. “No, we can't. It'll ruin everything you have-”

“-Fa Hua.” The singer interrupted as he stood in front of him. He grabbed both sides of Fa Hua's arms firmly. “Do you like me? Yes or no?”

Fa Hua inhaled sharply as he caught the other’s gaze. He should say no. Nip the hope in the bud. It'll be easier for everyone this way. He thought of how the ignorant rich second-generation Lan Ge had come so far from when they first met three years back, and grown into the fine young man he is now.

All his fans know about his voice, about his boisterous personality, but they don't know that he's afraid of spiders, and how he believes that carrots taste better when they are cut into flower shapes. They don't know that Lan Ge was just a teenager who wanted to make his parents proud, but was overwhelmed by the life being a popular singer came with. They don't know that he actually shines best when he's off-stage, laughing and playing unrestrained with the children at the orphanage, when he tries to sing to Fa Hua to calm him down in a panic attack.

Fa Hua closed his eyes and thought of a life without the other man. No more secret escapades Lan Ge will drag him into, no more “We did it!” hugs he gives to Fa Hua after every successful concert. He thinks of Lan Ge getting together with someone else and his heart instantly hurt. He chuckled sadly to himself. Of course he had to fall for this idiot. How could he not?

He allowed himself a moment of truth and admitted in a soft exhale of, “Yes.”

“Huahua!” Lan Ge immediately wrapped him in a hug with a happy laugh that tickled his heart.

“B-But we can't,” Fa Hua reluctantly struggled against the warm embrace.

Lan Ge pulled back to look him in the eye softly. “You're worried about the contract, right?” 

Fa Hua sighed. “Amongst a hundred other reasons, yes.”

“Well, you don't have to think about those anymore.” Lan Ge announced with an eager smile. “Because I. Quit.”

Fa Hua's eyes widened. “W-What?”

“All your concerns are about me being a famous singer. So I'll just stop being that!”

“You- You can't just quit just because of me!”

“It's not all because of you! I've been thinking about it for a while. What's the point of slaving my ass off for all this money I don't even have the time to enjoy? I just wanted to have fun making music and make my parents happy. And it turns out, they are already happy, but now I'm not even having fun.” He sighed as he held Fa Hua's palms in his.

“I'm not saying I’ll retire and bum around for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll join a small band and sing at bars. I know you say normal people have to wash their own dishes but I'd rather wash dishes with you than continue this life where I can't even be with the person I like.”

Fa Hua swallowed. The devotion in his voice made blood rush to his ears. Both their faces were red.

 “You..”

“And it's not like everyone working with me will lose their jobs, either! I'll pass them on to another artiste who is actually passionate in what they do, like Sheng Lian. Except for you, I would like you to stay with me. Or not, if you want to do something else. I can follow you to build your dream instead..” Lan Ge trailed off meekly after his rambling.

“You idiot,” Fa Hua huffed fondly as he leaned forward onto the other's shoulder. Lan Ge could feel his palpitating heart through their clothes. “Who else retires at 27? Just take a break first before deciding that you really want to quit."

“Oh, great idea! I needed a vacation like, yesterday. Let's go somewhere far where no one will recognise us!” Lan Ge pulled back again but stayed close to look him in the eye shyly. “You'll come with me, right?”

“Well, somebody has to keep you in check,” Fa Hua mumbled before leaning forward to close the gap between their lips.

---END

[gachagon]

Today was my sisters birthday so we went to The Color Factory! Which is like this immersive art place where each room is a different interactive exhibit that features a color. It was pretty fun over all, and I really enjoyed myself! The first room was a confetti room which was super fun. You could lay down and throw confetti everywhere.

I took a lot of photos of just kicking the confetti with my shoes. And there were some fake plastic flowers but I'm not sure what they added to exhibit other than just looking kind of pretty.

We also had to enter through this long multicolored corridor which was pretty trippy I took a lot of photos of my sister and her friends. This experience while colorful was also kind of dark because a lot of the rooms are either just pitch black or incredibly dimly lit so that you can focus on one singular color.

Side note it looks like we're walking in a bright orange haze in this photo and tbh that's what it felt like as well. After this room was one of my favorite rooms, the "Silent Dancing" room. It was also very purple and pretty cool to just hang out and take photos.

There was a disco floor which reflected all the disco balls above us and because of the neon purple lighting it really just made a cool effect on the ground. I really liked the way my outfit looked in this room lol so I took a lot of photos of myself and my sister.

There was a pink room but imo it was the most disappointing since you put these glasses on to make the whole room look pink (it's like looking through "rose colored glasses" essentially) but it's not the lightest pink color and is very reminiscent of shrimp or flamingos. So I didn't take a lot of photos here.

Lastly, we went into this ballpit and oh my lord I feared for my life several times while I was in that ballpit. I thought I would meet god on the bottom of a carpeted art house ball pool, but luckily my sister was there to pull me out (she was taller then me) for fear of losing my phone I didn't take it with me while I was in there. But even this image alone shows how terrifying and liminal it was. I did have a lot of phone in it however!

All in all, a wonderful experience. If there is a color factory near you, perhaps you should also go give it a visit I enjoyed myself. My only gripe is that it's expensive to get in there, and then all of the gift shop stuff is super expensive for no reason (20 dollars for a little truck with a cupcake ontop of it and 30 for a kids t-shirt???? no thanks) I brought some snacks anyways and they gave us snacks while we explored the Color factory.

However, a lot of the snacks were just plain nasty tasting. I brought a 5 dollar soda that was supposed to taste like "coconut" that was really like drinking a bottle of perfume. They gave us Macarons at the start of the exhibit, and they were also nasty. Imagine biting into a bar of fragrant strawberry scented soap. That's what it tasted like.

The only really tasty food that the Color factory had was their chocolate bar I got the salted caramel which is true to its name. It was very delicious and even my dad kept going back for more lol. And their Saltwater taffy which had different flavors. I had chocolate, vanilla, caramel, and some other fruity flavors that were super good (i had to chew a lot though.)

And at the end of the exhibit they gave everyone a little ice cream. You could pick between two flavors "Lavender or Deep Space" (they're both coconut flavored but one has a fruity taste and the other is a chocolatey one).

The lavender ice cream was the best thing I had there. Too bad it was small and tiny and not something I could just buy a regular cone of :(

[thebloomingofawildflower]

It’s hard waking up knowing today might just be as unfruitful as the last.

That my branches are bare right now and no amount of shaking will cause them to bear fruit. Not right now at least. It’s early, but late for Chloé, who is multitasking while in conversation with me. The topic of anxiety comes up, and we share anecdotes about medications. I tell her I wonder if the reason I’ve been feeling so poorly is because there’s a lack of two entire medication groups in my system.

Or maybe I'm just doing too much.

Chloé reckons whoever took me off them shouldn’t have, and I agree. I guess at the time, I agreed with the doc because, well, they’re a doctor, and if they say I’m doing well, I’m doing well. But this is a pattern, and it has happened before:

Feel bad: Go on meds

Feel good: Go off meds

Sometimes it’s my choice, sometimes it’s theirs. Most of the time, they don’t want me to have the benzodiazepines if I’m not freaking out past the point of no return on a daily basis. Chloé recommends talking to someone higher up, and I imagine her calling the mayor or a senator or someone similar for me and asking for my benzo’s back. The image makes me smile as I type it out. I know it’ll be fleeting, but it’s a smile nonetheless. Little wins.

This April I am four years sober from alcohol. I decided a while back that other drugs don’t count in my sobriety, which is a personal journey, and wonder now if that was a cop-out. I organise myself an AOD worker and a peer worker and a something-or-other worker, all free through government-funded programs. I have made phone calls and written emails and answered questions for referral forms while pacing around mother’s garden. Up and back on the rocks, up and back on the rocks. I call a tobacco cessation service and an abuse survivors service and add a comment to someone’s post on a mental health peer forum. They’re moderated, but I’m not scolded for forgetting to ‘@’ the person I was responding to, and instead was helpfully directed to a ‘If you’re new here, here’s how to post’ blog post.

I find a queer-only alcoholics anonymous group which hosts a night for trans and gender diverse people. I not only screenshot the webpage, I put it down in my calendar and save the Zoom details to my phone notes.

I receive a message from my AOD worker as I’m typing reminding me of an appointment we had previously arranged days prior to now. I find out it’s an hour long, in-person assessment of my goals and needs. I have at least four hours to prepare for this meeting, 42% battery on my phone, and about 76% battery in myself. I reassess.

Somehow I’ve found myself already at my location hours before I’m scheduled to walk through the doors, so I stroll stores and shops and markets until it’s time. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s browsing. I feel I would be a good shop decorator if that was a singular role, but all-rounders are prioritised and I am not cut out for shift work.

I wander into a vintage store where the clothes are from thrift shops, collated and collected and slapped with an eighty dollar price tag. Books that look slightly aged are forty-five, anything by leather is one-twenty plus. I wander into actual thrift shops, and their prices aren’t much better. I’ve gone the wrong way for my appointment, but it’s alright, because there are still hours to kill and I’ve barely put a dent in them. I order an iced coffee without ice cream (did you mean iced latte? That has no ice cream) and with alt milk. It’s been years since I’ve been vegan but milk still has that funny taste to this day.

As I cross the road of the service station, always a pedestrian in car-riddled spaces, a man with green hair and no shoes on walks parallel to me on the hot concrete. I wonder if he’s me from the future, back from twenty years ahead to show me how my life will turn out if I don’t change. At least he’s got a car.

It’s a thirty-seven minute walk all in all, in thirty-plus degree heat. I have two hours to wait still. Onyx, who lives nearby, picks me up at the mental health service hub. I sit in her car, passenger princess for her errand running, and when we finally park again I feel like I’ve got some sort of energy back. Being with Onyx is like breathing in cool air first thing in the morning, before the heat of summer kicks in and stifles your lungs. She has issues, like me. She studied where I studied, and when I first met her, I was determined to be her friend. It took a few more cigarette breaks than I would've thought for us to become friends, but it happened. We say things bluntly. Tell each other everything.

Onyx drives me to and from, then to hers, then to mine. We smoke in the sitting area of my cabin and my eyes redden after two deep breaths. It doesn't go away. Later, in the kitchen of my mother's house, Abe tells me something passionately, and I feel my mother's gaze wandering over my flushed face, and she says 'You don't have to listen, if you're high.' Normally this would protect me but now, I feel it interrupts my charade too abruptly. Abe will notice, and he'll ask me why, on a weekday, am I high? He'll cuss out me first, then Onyx, then Cyrus, the sly supply. Overall, not a good outcome. Abe doesn't seem to notice, instead focused on the two screens beside him.

He's logged in online, blogging much like I do about far different topics. I don't read his, he doesn't read mine. I know he still calls me a good writer to his friends.

Onyx has just left and I've just been called out - but not shamed - by Mother, who is decidedly as good of a filter as brother number one. I should be heartwarmed. They know me well enough they can tell when I'm masking a little too hard. Pretending a little too much. Forcing each joke and step and blink, really overthinking it until I become a caricature of myself.

It isn't until I'm back in my cabin, all doors and windows shut, a tiny fan to blow the stale air around, that I begin to write again. I'm hungrier and poorer than I was at the start of the day. I failed a sober-from-this-and-that day the first day I open up to someone about my concerns. Is that coincidence? Or am I pushing it with my assumption that it's not my fault.

I know who I sound like right now, and I don't like it.

[cybrmolly]

on the day of the eclipse

on the day of the eclipse, the solar event that occurs only once upon a human's life, I got a sunburn, the first of the season

i realized it that night when i showered and saw the sun still lingering on my skin, still warm and pink

that day, the day of the eclipse, was a perfect day

a day where the sun and moon give birth to something new in the sky, a baby that reached full totality

we spent it in a small town of indiana, whose name i cant remember

we ate ice cream and drank pink spiked slushies, dancing and sunbathing in a small patch of grass in the town square, laughing louder than anyone else, louder than the town itself

our conversations of astronomy and history and fantasies were born in that little town and i believe they still live there

i walked around barefoot, nothing to me but underwear, a slip dress four sizes too big and dirt between my toes

i was nowhere and i was everywhere

i remember when the town went silent at the moment when the moon swallowed the sun and my vision went blurry from tears that fell down my face into my jaw-dropped open mouth

my open mouth turned into a smile and my tears into laughter and in that moment where nothing felt real, i felt the most alive

i still have that burning image from the day of the eclipse, the perfect ring of sun rays trying to outshine the moon, a ring so monumental we wish we could wear it but instead we painted our own version on little puzzle pieces and fit them together to make a perfect star

After we laughed and cried under a dark sky of the midday, we packed our car up with blankets, pillows, and dreams and i wished we could have stayed that patch of grass forever

we took the long way home and drove through backroads listening to music we'd never heard together and thought of baby names for the babies we will never have

as we passed by homes that no longer were lived in with play sets that were no longer played on, i wish we could have stopped to give these abandoned places another life

instead i just drove with my toes hanging out the window, my legs spread wide open across the steering wheel with my dress flapping in the wild wind that my hair blew in every direction

when we got close to home, we stopped at an overlook to watch the sun fall again and all i remember from that moment was that i was on top of the world

we watched the sky get dark two times in one day and in between, we had lived many lives

when i finally laid to bed, with my sunburn kept me warm, i knew that day, the day of the eclipse, was a perfect day

[authormahimistry]

Twisted Therapist

2 - It’s Not Going to Lick Itself

Aiden

There are times in my life that I wished I wasn’t me, Aiden Stone. Like opening the door and seeing Ivy, my little petal, after such a long time. My first thought on seeing her was, ‘It must be a dream.’ A very weird dream. Where her clothes were soaked, sticking to her curves like second skin, chocolate hair dripping with water, her bright blue eyes red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks. My second thought was that she had been crying, and I wanted to do terrible things to the person who had made her cry.  

When I was seventeen, I had watched her climb up a tree in the park, her eyes bright and grin wide as she climbed all the way up, my eyes wary of the young girl when I was in the park. She fell, like I had suspected. I didn’t think she was alone, but unfortunately, she was. So I helped her. Carefully piggy backing her on my back, her arms wrapped around my neck. I brought her home as she sniffled the address in my ear, clutching my shirt as if I would dare to make her fall. I met Hayden for the first time, a striking image of his little sister with angular features, ocean-blue eyes and dark hair. He had turned pale watching his little sister’s knee bleeding, gently applying the Hello Kitty bandage while I offered her a candy to distract her. 

I had watched her grow, seen her get her braces and get them removed, bought her favorite doughnuts when she got her first periods, heard her talk about her awkward first kiss under the bleachers because she was too scared to talk about it with Hayden and get embarrassed by her friends. I had picked her up from her prom after party, gave her my hoodie and bought her ice cream at three in the morning. I had hugged her goodbye when I left with her brother for his deployment and my work, hoping she would take care of herself. 

I cared about Ivy. My little petal. That was why I was going to do terrible things to the person, to the shit, who made her cry. 

It was also why it was unfortunate that my third thought was widely different from the first two. I hated being myself when I thought of her… differently. I was truly a sadist to get turned on by her red, watery eyes. All I could think about was wrapping my fist around her hair and seeing her sky eyes gleam with tears of pain and pleasure, hazy with lust, but trusting me to take care of her and her needs. Being on her knees with my hands on her face and fucking those pouty lips—

“Fuck,” I breathed, swallowing the lump in my throat and glaring at the semi in my sweatpants. I had to stop thinking about her. 

Which won’t happen when she is under the same roof, taking a shower, all wet and naked—

I closed my eyes and thought about all the ways I helped my patients with their anxiety. I took four deep breaths. After clearing my heads of all the filthy thoughts, I made a list of why I should never think about the said filthy thoughts. 

1. She is Ivy Knight. 

2. She is Hayden Knight’s little sister, my best friend’s sister, and he would dump me in the Arctic Ocean if he ever knew about these thoughts. 

3. She is young. Eleven years younger than I am. 

4. She probably thinks of me as her elder brother. 

5. Did I mention she is related to Hayden Knight? The person who can and will murder me if I ever thought about touching her inappropriately. 

Yes, that list was good and it should help remind me every time my blood rushes to the south. But it was the fourth point that truly scared me. I knew I had been overly protective of her when we were young—I still was, but I never meant it in a brotherly way. No, I just didn’t want her to get hurt. I wanted to care for her. But not the way a sibling does. 

As if he knew I was thinking about him, Hayden called me. I picked up after one more ring, hearing him say, “Hey, asshole. Did you miss your favorite person?”

“Hello to you too, darling,” I said, stirring the red sauce, hating myself for the small twitch on my lips. Hayden Knight was a pain in the ass, but he was my close friend. We had been mistaken for brothers, but it was clear from one closer look that our eyes didn’t match and he was more charming with talking our way out of a situation. “Why on earth would I miss you out of everyone? In fact, I’m glad your Azmian princess whisked you off of San Diego and keeps you locked in her palace.”

I heard a shuffle and a soft feminine voice. “Aw, Aiden! I knew you secretly liked me underneath all that ‘I hate everyone, people are stupid’ guise!” I shook my head hearing Zara Knight Latif, the Princess of Azmia, and the fiancée of my best friend, try to mimic my voice.

“Why are you out of bed?” Hayden asked her and for a moment, all I heard was poor reception and clothes shuffling. “You should’ve called me, I would have—”

Zara didn’t let him finish. “Aiden, tell your friend that I won’t fall the second he looks away.”

“You would’ve landed on your bump if you had looked where you walked.”

“I would love to see where I’m walking, but I can’t see my feet, you ass.”

“Then hold my hand, I’m here for—”

I cleared my throat, watching the steam rolling off of the pasta in the pan. “As much as I’d love to hear you both bicker, I have something to tell you, Hayden.”

“I’ll leave you boys to it.”

Hayden yelled when she walked away, “Please have a guard with you!”

My heart felt heavy hearing them bicker lovingly. Hayden had saved the life of Princess of Azmia, promised her safety, care and love for their engagement and even trying his best to be a good father for his soon-to-be-child and a good husband when they get married. 

Hayden, the man who had fucked his way through half of the San Diego’s single women, was now expecting a child and marrying the woman he met once and pinned on her for two years, so much so that he never once flirted with anyone. It was unusual for him to stay celibate for so long. He was utterly whipped.

“All well?” 

I heard him sigh. “Pregnancy is a hard thing.”

I chuckled, “You don’t say.”

“I’m serious. All her mood swings affect me and I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stand anyone looking at her when she is pregnant with my child—”

“You’ve been reading too many fantasy romances—”

I could hear him grin when he replied, “Maybe. Zayed asked me to try one and I’m stuck now.” Zayed was the Sheikh of Azmia and his good friend. “Anyway, how was the date?”

“Date?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and remembered how last night went when I had arrived in San Diego. The expensive wine, dessert and a hotel room. “It went well, I suppose. A one-night stand. But it doesn’t matter, I need to tell you something—”

“Was it that bad?” He asked from the other line, something shuffling. 

“Hayden,” I said, and he knew it was serious when I said his name. I turned off the stove and leaned back on the island. “I am at your house and you won’t believe who showed up at the door.”

“Addison in a trench coat?” 

Hearing the name of my ex made me lose my appetite. If she had appeared like that, which she would never have, I would have locked the door on her face.  

“She would never do that.” I sighed. “It was your sister with a suitcase. She was crying. I believe something happened with her bo—”

“Is she okay? Should I come back—wait, let me check the ticket—”

“Hayden, she is twenty-one. She can take care of herself… and I am here, too.”

He didn’t reply for a few moments. I held my breath. 

“Yes, I trust you, of course,” he sighed. I clenched my hand in a fist. Another reason for hating myself to even have a hint of attraction towards his sister. “I will see if I can come back, but I need you to talk to her, Aiden.”

“Of course, I will talk with her—”

“No, Aiden,” he paused. “I meant, as a therapist.”

“What do you mean?” 

“You know how it was when mom left. When we left. She hasn’t been herself since she went to university. With Zara here, she lost her close best friend, and I have been trying to talk to her, see her, but I need your help. I don’t want her to feel insecure. If you can, I want you to talk to her, give her a few therapy sessions. If not you, someone else.”

I knew what he meant. Her mom had divorced her father and left. Her father couldn’t cope with the sudden loss and ignored both of his children. Hayden was a senior in high school, but Ivy was barely six years old and had no one. They both had tried to bond with each other, but she never had a parent figure in her life and it may have affected her. Not to mention the insecure part. She was beautiful and curvy, but being a therapist for so long, I knew that even the most beautiful person on the earth viewed themselves differently in front of the mirror. 

“I will take care of her.” I clenched the phone in my hand and said, “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Thank you. I will call Ivy tonight. See you soon.”

“You too,” I replied, ending the call. Staring at the cooked spaghetti, I let out a sigh, raking my hand through my hair. 

His phone call was a living reminder that I should not think about—

“Did you cook this for me?” 

Ivy was wearing the same fucking hoodie that I had given her on her prom night. It’s not going to lick itself, it said in bold white letters. I wondered if she knew what it meant. Hayden would punch me if he knew I had given that hoodie to his sister. His little sister, who was wearing just the hoodie, the hem reaching her creamy plush thighs.

I licked my lips, turning my back to her, and tried hard not to wonder if she was wearing anything underneath that hoodie. 

“You should eat it before it gets cold,” I said, serving the hot spaghetti in red sauce. I kept the plate on the table and pulled out a chair for her, motioning her to sit, my nose filling with the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. 

“Who were you talking to?” She asked, twirling the fork around the pasta and eating it. “Was it Hayden?” 

I told her about his call, about Zara and how he would call her soon and that she should stay in the house for a while until the university classes start again and she has to go back to dorm. After asking about her business school, I brought up the main point I wanted to discuss with her. 

“Why do you have that thinking-face on?” Ivy asked with a small smile, keeping the plates in the dishwasher. 

I managed to keep my eyes on her face and not her bare thighs. Or how amazing her chest looked in the hoodie. She’s definitely not wearing a bra. “Thinking face?” 

She nodded, her finger hovering over my eyes and mouth. I ignored the urge to pull her closer, hold her wrist and check for myself if she was wearing anything underneath that damn hoodie. 

“Your eyebrows are pinched together and you have that dark gleam in your eyes whenever you are thinking,” Ivy said, her voice light. Her blue eyes dropped to my mouth. After three seconds, she looked away, licking her lips. 

I didn’t think it would be wise to tell her that that was my I-want-to-take-you-over-my-lap-and-check-if-you-are-naked-underneath-my-hoodie-and-spank-you-like-the-naughty-brat-you-are look. 

“I agreed with your brother that I will have a few sessions with you,” I said, holding her wrist and lowering it from my face so I could meet her eyes. Her pulse was beating wildly underneath my thumb. 

“Sessions?” She breathed.

Naughty. Fucking. Girl. 

The corner of my mouth curled. “Not those kinds of sessions, you naughty little Petal,” I crooned, slowly rubbing the pad of my thumb over her pulse. “Therapy sessions.” 

“I wasn’t thinking anything.” Her cheeks turned the loveliest shade of pink. “Therapy sessions? What? You will be my therapist then?” 

“Yes, Petal.” I let go off of her wrist and stood up, easily towering over her as she craned her head to look at me. “I will be your therapist and you will be my patient.” I said the words that I’d never say in front of her like a porn star about to bend her over the dining table.

And like the beginning of any porno, she stuttered, wide doe-eyes blinking up at me.

“But I am…” she trailed off. 

I raised my brow and continued, “If you don’t want to sit in the same room with me after tomorrow’s session, Hayden or I won’t bother you again, Ivy. Give me one day, one hour.” 

Her slender throat bobbed as she blinked up at me. I held the reins of my dirty thoughts and watched the way her face softened, agreeing with me like I knew she would. 

“Okay, I will have a session with you,” she whispered.  

I hid my smile. 

Good. Fucking. Girl.

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[xanderthechef]

“I just came from 196” ask game

Sure, I’ll play along. Might be fun; but I don’t know anyone… and tagging random people might be a party foul… idk? So i’ll only reblog and see what happens!

Name? Xander

Pronouns and gender? he/him, cis boy

Sexuality? I don’t know how to classify it! I like boys… I like girls sometimes, too… I like those who lie betwixt… but sex in general is a pretty low priority for me. I’m only ever in love with my friends, too.

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? That’s a toughie… (in no particular order) I’m really into the Omori and Ace Attorney fandoms right now. While I don’t consider myself a furry, i enjoy the fandom every once in a while. Uh… I suppose 196 itself counts, right? I can’t think of any others that I particularly associate with. I’m not very experienced with fandom culture.

What is your most forbidden snack? The big stupid red concrete balls at Target. I know they’ve got a delicious ooey gooey center

Would you pet a bug? Yes, absolutely! As long as I don’t hurt it, and it doesn’t mind

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. One time in the seventh grade, I was recounting a Jim Gaffigan bit about hot pockets to these two girls i sat next to during social studies class. They were laughing pretty hard, but probably more at le than the bit. I thought he was the peak of comedy at the time. The teacher stopped the class and everyone focused on me, which i took a second to notice before i shut up. The teacher asked me what on earth I was talking about that was so much more important than doing my work, to which my response was to stand up in my desk and say “have you ever had a hot pocket hot pocket? Its a hot pocket filled with a hot pocket. Tastes just like a hot pocket! 🎶Hoooot Pooocket!🎶” She was not amused.

What does the color blue taste like? Blue Moon ice cream

What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? That’s a pretty hard to quantify question for me…. What I can tell you is that I cut a red cabbage in half the other week and the inside was definitely up there on my list!

What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? I graduated high school and culinary school when I was 16. Instead of… yknow, starting my career… going to more college… I instead decided to stay at home for three years and help my mom around the house as a live in full time nanny. I got paid room and board…. And a small stipend. While I gained childcare experience, I otherwise wasted my time. I could have gotten a real job and saved for college. I’m kicking myself for that decision every day when i see the new semester rolls around asking me for a couple grand. Shoulda bailed while I could, but now I feel stuck here.

Stupidest thing you’ve seen/heard someone else do/say? My qanon uncle once sent me an email telling me that he wanted to have a relationship with me, but my libtard family was poisoning my mind; and that he would love to show me the truth before its too late. I didn’t respond.

Hyperfixation song? Currently? Wellerman by Nathan Evans. Before this, it was a FNF song called “Zoo Wee Mama” and before that it was Feelings are Fatal by mxmtoon

Is there any meaning behind your pfp and/or username? The pfp was a random image off my camera roll. “xanderthechef” has been my username for everything for over a decade. I got my culinary trade degree in 2018 and have done… basically nothing professional with it. BUT! My cheesecake is locally famous!

Dream career as a child? My earliest memory of a dream job was to be a rock star… later, i wanted to go into geology, then nutritional anthropology.

Dream career as an adult? I wanna make art in any way i can, be that culinary, digital, drawing, or even through music, video or video games. I love art but i also fucking hate it and why can I never draw right ever

Thoughts on cilantro? A necessary evil. Don’t go overboard! I once had a ceviche with so much cilantro in it the fish was dyed green. Yuck! But if there aint any at all… I’m gonna miss it.

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? Nope, none. I’m a good boy 👍

What is your cursed food combination? Oh, my secret shame… I like to dip the m&ms into the nacho cheese at the movie theater.

Trans rights? Uh… duh and/or hello!

Hooray. I done it. Tagging NO ONE😠😠

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

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Thursday, November 16th

8:30am I have one more big assignment and two more small assignments. It feels impossible and I'm so tired. All I want to do is call my best friend but he won't answer. Just have to do this myself again. I'm extremely strong and resilient and I can't believe I made it to this point.

3:30pm I survived Verbal Defense! I did it! I am really proud of myself for everything I have survived this semester! It's raining really hard which is fucking up my vibe and shit but the rain will stop eventually! I'm like shaking from all the overflow of emotions. This semester took so much from me, out of me, really just beat me tf up. My life has been a trainwreck for so long. I just want peace. I just want to calm the persistent anxiety that's been propping me up for months. I just want to rest my mind. I'm literally shaking from the release of stress. Stress is so undeniable physical and just wrecks your body in so many ways. It's time to rest and heal. You've been through so much trauma the past few months and here you are, still alive, still strong. Don't ignore the trauma you experienced but it's time to heal and grow and begin another chapter, not ignoring the previous chapters, but building off of the lessons learned. We go on.

4pm Just remember that most people don't gaf what you do bro just don't hurt anyone and ur good. I just put fish sticks in the oven and popped open a mojito and I'm chilling until I change my mind and want to do something else.

4:20pm I feel like I can finally process what has happened to me. School put me in survival mode and now I'm free to heal. Yeah I'm crying when I should be feeling nothing but joy. I'm crying bc I didn't get the chance to when I was just trying to survive. I went through so much having my trust broken and my life ripped out from under me. I am traumatized but I'll heal. I know I will. This will pass and then I'll feel the joy of my success. It was all mine and all my hard work. I'm seriously proud of myself and I'll say it 1000x ❤️

4:40pm added image of my fish sticks bc it makes me happy that I'm feeding myself

5:00pm intrusive thoughts but wow I can't believe I didn't kll myself this semester I'm so proud :)

5:10pm I made green beans sauteed in the pan instead of the microwave 🥰 I love myself and I know I am worth so much and I know I can take care of myself when I'm not insanely stressed with school. I'll find myself again in no time ❤️ it's like a dark storm cloud has lifted from above my head

7:47pm I woke up from a nap and my stomach hurts lol I think I made the green beans too oily/buttery but it's ok! Haha. I need to clean out my fridge and get some me foods in here. I haven't gone grocery shopping in ages. Everything is probably freezer burnt tbh but that's ok! You were just trying your best ❤️

I have rented Silence of the Lambs and I think I will take a Tums and have some Sprite and some ice cream and rest some more ❤️

9:25pm ok so I had a finish an assignment that nobody wanted to do so I took one for the team and did it 💕 the Tums helped tremendously and now it's movie time :) I'm glad I don't feel like I'm about to shit myself anymore so that actually worked out 😂

9:49pm physical feelings/ sensations have such a profound impact on my mental status. Seeing something gross or feeling physical pain just send me into a spiral. I would like to know how to work on this more. I think the best thing to do for now is to focus on what I can control in my surroundings.

1am lol ok I ended up not watching the movie and that's ok! MasterChef marathon ftw. Got both my little boys laying on the couch with me ❤️

Woke up and I started thinking about being in a relationship and about him or whatever but I'm not really sad. I think I'm asexual or like really minimally sexual. Idk what it is but like I enjoy people for so much more than sex? Like I want to have a connection with you first and then that will follow. Idk how people just be out here jumping and dumping 😂 it's just a waste of time for me. Long story short, I'm not seeking out another relationship rn so it's hard for me to even feel sexual really. Maybe it's a trauma thing or a stress thing, I really don't know. I do know I can't be the only one who feels this way and that's ok ❤️

2am I think I have autism and yeah I mean I thought of it before but then it's like 🤷‍♀️ ok and? And yeah I just think it explains a lot of things about me. But it's like I don't know what to do with that information lol.