#though I have one that’s puffy and black because I found it for like $5 and I do enjoy it having gotten used to it a bit

[peaches2217]

I’m such a fool. The cure for warm-weather dysphoria was right in front of me the whole time!

I work at a state park. We’re expected to have a good deal of knowledge about the flora and fauna of our park and the lake it’s centered around, as well as all sorts of outdoor activities.

Y’know what article of clothing is is outdoorsy and largely associated with nature parks?

Bah-boom.

[injailoutsoongato]

Yandere/dark khamzat please

Khamzat x Reader

c.w : dark content

Khamzat really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, during his time in the UFC. Much to the others, Everyone hid behind a mask,

Khamzat was one of them. Though he seemed friendly out in the media and was a kind soul, but really his mind was a tornado and hazard of never-ending dark thoughts. It was a hellhole inside there, it was always consisting of , ‘what if;’ that was the question. What if? Khamzat wouldn’t really know why they came into his mind or how it started. He’d think it was nothing, but it didn’t take soon to realize right away, it was in his nature. The Borz who was already destroying everyone who stepped in his way, it made it worse that if he had these thoughts while fighting it was as if could this get any more brutal? The male ushered away thoughts of his love life until he meets you all the way back in Dubai. You had been working at ringside as a nurse. His infamous fight with Li that ended in just 5 minutes was worse, They’d wait until they saw his off aired-matches, there was no rules as if it was nothing barred. He never held back. If he needs, he’d go bare knuckles. He was cruel in the octagon, he recognized you being the one who rushed to his opponent who seemed to have been injured badly because of the harsh knockout Khamzat had given the poor man. Yet the story had never ended here, he seen you more often, but you did wonder. How the hell he knew your shoe size.Yes it was seemingly that he had found out you worked at a retail store nearby. Near a boutique. And he happend to ‘pass by’ to check around the store and buy himself something. And since that day he’d been sending you his letters in broken English. Flowers. Chocolates. And you were confused. At first you didn’t know it was him, but suspected it since when those gifts came, he never visited on those days. But he did directly the day after. The gifts would not stop. Going to your home was even worse as it started to feel unsafe. ‘I ADORE YOU’ Looking like it was written by a mad man on the sink. With blood. And the murders that happened around town? And he didn’t seem to bat an eye, and was gone like a hiatus. Until you came to him sobbing the day, you didn’t know why you went to him. It was all confusing.he gave gifts. Or not? He disappeared. He appears again, now disappears yet again, and it was a loop.He was shushing you and rubbing your back as his other arm went to wrap around your mid back. Pulling you closer to him and laying you on the soft black sheets of his bed as he snakes both arms around from under you, he had acted all concerned when he knew this was a facade and he had planned this step by step like a Wolf luring in its food. He knew what he was doing lying to a sweet girl. He didn’t even give this time. How could he do this all under a few weeks? But now he had you, the big Russian male cooing at your ear as his hand brushed your wet cheek and rubbed it, knowing you would melt at his gentleness. He had always expected you to kiss him if you got something from him. Soft lips on him as his beard nipped at your soft skin, it was how much you listened to him. Affection payed by affection.

Feeling the sharp tip of a needle dig into your shoulder before passing out in his arms was the last thing that had happened. You felt betrayed almost as if you knew what just happened after a minute it seemed, your eyes pricked with tears as you looked up at him. It was the last thing, he left you pressed against him panting and huffing, crying out in pain as the needle jabbed in while he was putting your tears away as he wiped them with his knuckles but they kept flowing like a river. The liquid burned and its effect was heavy. Puffy lips around his, you were too out of it, and you couldn’t do anything, he bowed to slip in a third or fourth kiss until you were breathless. Still laying against him immobile. And his lovesick look took over, he wasn’t really sorry, he had his sweet girl now.

And you went missing

[guildedwaterlily]

Staying Warm With You [A GyoTengu Fic]

Word Count: 938

Fic Type: Fluff

Characters: Hantengu, Gyokko

Ship: GyoTengu 🐟👺

Note:

Sorry for any grammar mistakes! This is my first every Demon Slayer fanfic so I hope you enjoy

It was a calm, frosty night outside the Infinity Castle as winter hung over the country of Japan. Puffy white snow acted like a blanket for the earth and barren trees who have long since shedded their leaves in wait for the following spring to arrive once more. The night loomed in the air but most demons were not active this night due to how cold it was, one of them being Hantengu, who holds the rank of Uppermoon 4 in the Twelve Kazuki. Hantengu was currently shuddering and shaking a bit due to the cold as he crawled around the fortress, due to being so frail and thin his body gets cold very easily. The Infinity Castle’s interior provided some warmth for the dark haired demon but not enough to be fully warm.

As he went through the castle though he noticed a familiar jade pot resting on a platform and approached it, as he got close to it he slowly reached out his shaky, almost skeletal hand to it and gently brushed his finger against the smooth surface. Upon his fingers grazing its surface it shook before a echoed laugh could be heard as several small hands with purple painted nails took hold of the rim of the pot before the demon floated into the air as their many arms swayed. It was Gyokko who occupied the rank of Uppermoon 5. Gyokko would look down at Hantengu “ Oooh why hello Han- “ He began to say before noticing the smaller demon before him shaking and shivering a bit which caught his eye. He knows that Hantengu is a naturally timid and sheepish guy who seems to be consistently in fear, but this was different from him shaking in fear though, he’s known and has been in a relationship with him for almost a century. A worried look spread across Gyokko’s face as he flouted closer to him before finally asking “ ...Hantengu dear are you alright?... “ as he gently placed a hand on Hantengu’s shoulder, he could feel how cold his frail partner was.

Both of his green lips formed into a small frown and slowly wrapped his multiple limbs around him “ You're cold again aren't you? This past month has been quite chilly… “ he said, hantengu would wrap his frail, almost skeletal arms around Gyokko trying to get at least a little bit of warmth as he finally spoke up “ Sorry Gyokko I didn't come to you sooner because I thought I would just be a bother... “. Hearing his lover’s response Gyokko would quietly take hold of Hantengu and using his abilities would bring Hantengu into the pot with him. Hantengu would squeak a little in surprise as they went inside Gyokko’s pot but calmed down as Gyokko wrapped his several arms around him and pulled him close. “ I know my pot isn’t the most practical of places but I hope you don’t mind it “ he spoke as he held him in his arms, he would rest his head against his ( or at least tries to- ) and would float in the emptiness of his pot while holding hantengu. Hantengu would blush faintly at this feeling his lover's arms wrapped around him, despite the pot being almost completely pitch black there is a soft yellowish orange light beaming in through the vase’s opening providing just enough light to be able to see each other.

Hantengu closed his eyes letting out a quiet huff being comfortable in Gyokko’s arms, it felt so....warm and comforting for him, it felt nice. Gyokko hummed quietly as he held hantengu close, giving his frail lover some warmth as they sat inside the pot together. As he sat with him he would quietly cuddle with him as he closed his eyes “ Do you feel any warmer dear? “ Gyokko asked, cupping Hantengu’s cheek with one of his many hands, seeing his lover start to blush more at his touch when he opened his eyes to look down at him. Both of his mouths grin as he looks down at his frail lover, he always loved seeing Hantengu blushing, he found it cute how flustered he can get even when he only gives him a kiss on the forehead. Hantengu would look up at him timidly before looking off to the side embarrassed “ Y-Yeah I feel warmer now…” he responded, he felt warm but now he was also feeling sleepy. His red eyes slowly closed as he rested his head back down against the pot demon’s chest yawning softly, eventually his eyes were too heavy to keep open so he closed them finally and cuddled into Gyokko more.

Looking down Gyokko started slowly stroking Hantengu’s hair, running his fingers through his lover’s dark shoulder-length wavy hair as he watched him start to slowly fall asleep. “ Sleep well Hantengu “ He whispered, watching as his lover finally falled asleep. Gyokko watched Hantengu sleep, admiring every detail of his features. As he gazed upon them, he couldn't help but think of how lucky he was to find someone like him. Someone who loved him unconditionally, no matter what happened. The two have been together decades, as Gyokko watched Hantengu as he slept he hummed thinking back on something “ It felt like it was just yesterday when I proposed to you…years go by so quickly it’s hard to keep track… “ he spoke leaning down to kiss his forehead with both pairs of lips. Yawning himself he leans back against the side of the pot and closes his eyes.

Eventually he fell asleep as well…laying inside the pot with hantengu sleeping and cuddling with each other on a cold day.

[ihavenoideahowtodream]

Ok so like the way I do this is

-boots

-hat

-jacket sep-mar/shirt or blouse apr-aug

Boots:

I have 3 pairs of boots I rotate: cowboy, knee high black leather, and these red booties with an elaborate embroidery on them. Cowboy for funsies. I wanna dance around a bit while I run out for milk I don't wanna put effort into putting on shoes. Black leather, black works cause it matches 90% of the clothes I wear. The red booties are ankle high boots that have a flash of color. They also have a heel so they give some fancyness to my fit, but it's a block heel so I can walk a whole day on them.

I have some other heels for specific formal things, flats for the one (1) summer month, and flip flops if I'm doing something aquatic. But it's mostly these shoes. I also live in a city so I'm terrified of stepping on glass, needles, or other trash that collects so I stick to close toe.

Hat:

These are so much fun ya'll. I have dark hats for after labor day and lighter ones for after Easter. Antiquidated rules of course but I've always liked it for myself. A black closhe hat and an oxblood fedora are my winter hats. Both wool. And a pink straw hat (matches my bathing suit) and a cream wide brim felt hat for summer. The cowboy hat is all season and is worn with the cowboy boots. My grandfather had skin cancer on his scalp and ears for the last 15 years of his life to the point that when he passed 3 years ago he almost didn't have a left ear anymore. I have begun regularly wearing headwear of some sort (including scarves) as a result cause keeping up with sunscreen sucks.

Jacket/blouse:

Where I live, your jacket/coat is your skin for 3/4 of the year. If you leave the house you're going to die without one. I've tried bulky puffy coats and they were such a pain to manage. They were warm but to take off and carry around in a store was like putting a two person sleeping bag in your arms or shopping cart. And they were ugly to boot. I looked so ridiculous it felt like someone should call Bill Murry on me. I started using a black knee length wool coat with shiny gold buttons. It's perfect. It is easy to carry in a store and matches all my outfits because it looks like it frames whatever outfit I have below it. If I get bored of that then I'll switch out one of my two leather jackets. One is a classic greaser moto jacket. The other just a plain brownish black. Both of them are over 15 years old and the moto is still shiny and the plain fits me like a second skin. I got them second hand (the plain one literally out of the lost and found at my first job YEARS ago) and I prefer animal leather to vegan as it has a better life span and when it does finally die it breaks down and pollutes the earth less. Though if I do decide to buy any leather in the future thats not second hand then I'll probably opt for a plant based leather like cactus leather.

In warmer months I wear satin, cotton, and sheer button ups in fun colors and patterns. I don't wear silk cause it's a bit to take care of and ya boi got the ADHDs and can't be bothered.

I have 3 pairs of pants. Levi's boot cut dark wash, black jeggings from goodwill, and a pair of black wide leg yoga pants from fabletics that work as dress pants.

An item from each of these 3 main categories gets me a compliment almost every time I go out. I once got three individual compliment in three different rows of shelves in the barns and noble in 30 Seconds with this. (I ended up getting 5 different compliments in that hour trip to B&N)

I have other items in my wardrobe: skirts and dresses for summer and autumn and when I wanna feel flowy. But mostly I default to these basics ^

The trick is to find what you find is visually appealing to you. Because if you put on something you know you look good in then you will walk with more confidence. You will be less concerned about what people think about how you look because they will tell you what they think and it will always be a positive feed back. I've gotten to the point that I get compliments almost every time I've gone out for a decade and only once have I gotten a negative comment and that was an old lady who didn't like that I was wearing a crop top.

This will take time to figure out what you like and what you feel confident and comfortable in. I have to wear tight clothes for my sensory stuff and disability. Other people may need loose clothes for the exact same reason.

If you're looking for your *Look* but don't wanna spend a bunch of money, go to your local dime store (not Salvation Army the fucking transphobic murderers). Do whatever gender fuckery you need or want. Put on the wedding dress, put on the men's cargo pants, put on the flowy skirts. If you're small enough then look in the kid's section. I buy 90% of my work clothes in the little boys section even though I'm a 30 yo cis woman. Because they are cheaper, more durable, and fit good (also pockets for daaaays). Half my tank tops and t shirts and button ups come from the target kid's section cause that's the only place you can find business casual dinosaurs.

Have fun with it. Finding clothes I feel like me in was the best thing that happened to my mental health.

If you need to build up to wearing clothes that are fancier (one friend telling me they don't feel like they are good enough of a person for such fun nice clothes as me) then start small with things that people can't see. Socks come in every possible design. Fun underwear male female or GN design as you want to fuck around with. If you're a boob owner get the weirdest looking bra you can find (that doesn't break the bank lol), get a fun colored binder, there are masculine and feminine corsets. You feel like you can take on the world going to an office job in a corset cause no one knows your secret and they'll never know look at you goooooooo. Put on garters. They make them for everything from sleeves to socks. Start small and when you're comfy with the different things you are wearing underneath it all then try for the more visible thing.

And if you're wondering why I do this? I'm cosplaying Emma Swan, Aubrey Hepburn, and David Tennant's Crowley. Like deadass, I thought they were cool and pretty and so I became them.

Oh! And a string of pearls because of Taika Watiti's Ed Teach.

adjacent advice: if you need more confidence, get a cool jacket or a haircut or something and think about how cool it makes you. this is loser advice, but we're all losers here. swallow your pride and roleplay as a cool guy and you'll become a cool guy.

[bchanslvr]

☁️ Hi I love your writing! Especially your Harry fics, I read them all most every night. So I was wondering if you can do nswf blurb of the reader having a crying kink with sub!harry. Thank you so much!

Ty! ☁️ - Nswf Blurb:

word count - 2k

warnings - mommy kink, sub!harry, anal fingering, pegging, dacryphilia and i think that’s it.

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Harry Potter. Never in your life did you think that you’d have Harry Potter on your bed. Let alone crying.

You had told him that you wanted to try something new during sex. He agreed of course, ever the brave Gryffindor. Though he wasn’t expecting you to turn up to his dorm with a strap? Is that what it was? He’d heard about it before but he didn’t know much. It was shaped like a dick, but pink. He was curious on what this thing was but didn’t say anything because he wasn’t allowed to.

You started off gently by kissing him, taking control by pining his hands on both the sides of his head as your tongue invaded his mouth, trying to get him into the mood. And soon enough his dick was rock hard, and he was squirming underneath you.

You smirked as you finally broke the kiss for air. Conjuring some lube wandlessly. You put it to the side and started undressing, ordering him to do the same.

You were both completely nude by the time you were on him again, a wolfish grin adoring your face sending shivers down Harry’s spine. You pecked his lips once more and began uncapping the bottle, pouring a generous amount on your fingers.

You’ve done this once before when Harry had suggested it. He’d seen the way your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, your back arching as your fingers found your g-spot. And he wondered how it felt. Seeing the way that your were completely in pleasure as you bucked your hips.

He was kneeing in anticipation, waiting for you to fuck him with your fingers. You saw that and decided to play with him a little. Show him who’s the superior. You took your slicked up index finger, placing it hear his jawline and proceeding to drag the cold lube down his nipples.

Circling the bud with the lube covered finger as you watched with satisfaction at the way it hardened, and the tiny wimper that fell from his lips. Other hand pinching and pulling the other bud as you looked down at him. He was squirming again, panting and desperately trying not to reach your finger and shove it up his ass where he wanted it.

You decided you’ve teased him enough, your own arousal threatening to overcome you. You slicked up your fingers once more, moving yourself down to where he wanted you to be.

You lifted one of his legs and put it on your shoulder, admiring the view of Harry’s pink pucker. You kissed his inner thigh, gently sucking on the soft skin as you rubbed against his hole. He tensed up immediately, but soon relaxed at your gentle motions, and your mouth sucking a hickey on him.

You pushed merely a fingertip into his tight heat, hand on his hips rubbing soothing circles. You pushed more of the finger, stopping at the first joint. He moved sightly edging more of the finger inside. He let out a sharp inhale as you pushed the remainder of the finger. Remembering to be gentle as you pumped your finger in him slowly, in and out, in and out. Over and over till he was begging for another.

You complied, sticking another long digit in him slowly. Thrusting them into his hole. You added another as he begged for more. Thrusting three digits in his slick pucker. Over and over, your fingertips occasionally grazing his prostate driving him mad.

“Oh please, oh please. PLEASE,“ he begged as your fingers never stopping plunged into him. His hips bucking forward for more friction.

“What do you want mhm?,“ you questioned as you watched with heated eyes at how his hole sucked you fingers in greedily.

“Need you please, please mommy need you, nee-AHH,“ he nearly screamed as your fingers slammed straight into his prostate, and once you found the right angle, you found yourself fucking him with your fingers, constantly abusing his prostate. And by now he was writhing and begging for you.

Your own wetness was running down your thighs, mind fogged in lust for the man below you. You couldn’t keep dragging this on forever. You knew that it would only be matter of minutes before Harry would cum. But you would have none of that.

You suddenly pulled your fingers from his hole. He whined as he felt the cold air, the emptiness in his ass making him squirm, trying to get the fingers back inside him.

“Hush now. You’ll get what you get,“ you said quite sternly. He stopped almost instantly, not wanting to get on your bad side tonight.

You smirked before reaching over to were you put the strap and fastened it around you. It was a good 7 and a half inches. You would have done a 5 or a 6 but today you weren’t having it and decided instead to start off my big, even though this was his first time. You lubed it up with the reminder of the container and tossed it aside.

You watched as Harry’s eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight of you wearing something like this. He unconsciously licked his lips at the thought of the monster fake cock going into him, stretching him wide, filling him to the brim.

You noticed of course, smirking at him as you positioned the tip near his entrance. You rubbed it teasingly around his hole and watched in delight as it twitched in excited.

You sneaked a look at him; he was biting his bottom lips, eyes shut tightly and hands clutching onto the bed sheets like a life-line.

You grinned at the scene before you placed your hands on his hip, one leg still on top of your shoulder the other pushed up to his chest. You pushed in the head of the cock, pleased in the gasp that escaped his red lips.

You pushed a bit more, staying still for a few minutes for him to adjust. You pushed in more when you realized he was warming up and could take it.

About an inch into him and he's already moaning out like a bitch in heat. Merlin you couldn't wait to fully be submerged in him and to see how good he'd look stretched around your cock.

You pushed another quarter of the cock into him before you heard him let out a strangled cry.

You pushed on the spot again, electing another loud moan from his spit-licked lips. Oh, there it was. You purposely pushed on the spot again, another centimeter of the cock entering his body. The pressure on his sweet spot making his eyes roll back into his skull.

You let a smirk form on your face. Getting impatient to be gentle and slow. And so you pushed the rest of the cock into him without a warning.

He let out a high pitched scream as the rest of the cock pushed into his tight heat, the fullness of it all, and the tip brushing on his prostate so lightly, so teasingly, almost making him cry. Almost.

Your impatience was getting low, really low. You'd taken far too long to get into him, and now that you have, the feeling was overwhelming. And all you wanted to do was pound into him mercilessly and just take what you want from him.

And as much as you needed wanted that, you had to go slow in the beginning as to not overwhelm him too much.

"Good baby? Feel nice?," you asked. Rubbing soft circles on his hips once more.

"Mhmm, feels so nice mommy," his eyes were still closed, but a small smile appeared on his face at the feeling of it all and how you were making him feel even though you had just started.

"Yeah? My good boy feels so nice? How does he feel?," you questioned, beginning to gently rock your hips back and forth.

"Feel so full, so big, so nice," he murmured as he too began pushing against the rocking.

"Yeah? My baby feels so full of 'm cock? Mhm?," your pace seemed to increase of its own, the sense of going slow for his needs seeming to disappear into the back of your mind.

"Yes mommy, yes," he cried out as your rockings' turned into full-blown thrusts within seconds.

You lost all self-control the minute his hands came up to claw on your back, his nails leaving angry red crescent moons visible for days to come.

You started fucking him with long short thrust for him to get used to the pace and now that he had, you lost all sense and started pounding into him mercilessly. Hand tightly gripped on his hip, sure to leave bruises, the other free hand coming up to hold onto Harry's leg on your shoulder tighter.

He was crying out for every thrust, mouth open in a perfect 'O', eyes screwed shut, and hands clutching onto the crinkled sheets for dear life.

You found that spot again. Pleased in his cried-out sob as you aimed your strap on the bundle of nerves over and over again. Cock abusing his prostate.

You were so gone, mind only fogged in lust, and greed that you hadn't noticed that Harry had started outright crying. Not of pain, but pure pleasure. Well you noticed as soon as you heard him sniff.

Your eyes immediately darting to his face and oh merlin was it a sight for sore eyes.

You could have swore you would have been able to come from that image alone; glazed emerald green eyes are wet with unhushed tears, the thick black lashes clumped and glossy, his nose adorably red and leaking, knuckles turned white at the tight grip of them on his blankets, glasses askew, panting and moaning with each thrust and his face scrunched-up as you continued to molest his hole.

Fuck. He looks stunning. You wished you brought a camera to capture this moment forever.

His nails tug harder into your back as he sobbed from the pleasure. He makes these little irresistible little hurt sounds that you're pretty sure are the soundtrack to heaven. His hands coming up to your gorgeous y/h/c and tugging on them as he nearly breaks.

“Look at you,” you whisper, “So pretty for me when you cry.”

Oh but he was, face wet with tears and puffy from crying, so red and open, and still he wants more. You can't resist him like this and keep your steady thrusting. Faster and Faster as your climax started enveloping you.

Harry's own cock, red and leaking pre-come was ready to spill his seeds.

"Go on baby, touch yourself," you panted, as you watched him let out a cry as he began pumping his cock back and forth.

Your own climax fast approaching, thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier till you let out a loud moan as you came.

Hips stuttering and head thrown back as your cum spilled down your thighs. Body trembling and out of breath as you came to your senses.

Harry rapidly wanked himself, the image of you being undone on top you bringing him to his own orgasm.

He all but let out a whine as hot white cum spurted in between your chests. Breath stolen and body numb.

He let out a wince as you pulled out of his abused and over sensitive hole. Throwing the strap aside to clean tomorrow and flopping onto the bed next to him.

You both stayed there, catching your breaths and raveling in the mind-blowing experience in a comfortable silence.

Harry was the first to move, pushing himself closer to your sides. He was always cuddly and soft in the aftermaths of sex so you gently turned on your side. Hands enveloping him in your arms, his head resting in the junction where your shoulder and neck meet. His soft breath tickling you.

"You okay baby?," you murmured breaking the silence. He simply hummed, voice soft from all the screaming and moaning.

You felt the soft-sated smile on his lips beginning to form, and felt a one of your beginning to grow.

You let out a chuckle, "Someone enjoyed that huh?", he simply hummed again but asked "Can we do it again?".

It was your turn to hum as you snuggled your head in his soft black hair. His legs tossed on top of you as you wandlessly pulled the blanket over you two and tucked the both of you in.

You decided you both could take a shower tomorrow, and let yourself completely relax in his arms.

And that's how the night ended. Limbs tangled, the smell of sweat, tears and sex in the air, and pure bliss

tags: @hey-there-angels @dracomalfoys-wh0re

[maliby]

Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary:  You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh. 

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!” 

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened. 

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.” 

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?” 

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle. 

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down. 

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand. 

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.” 

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you. 

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone. 

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one. 

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips. 

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression. 

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.” 

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was. 

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard. 

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest. 

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?” 

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done. 

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on  not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his. 

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you. 

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels. 

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk. 

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?” 

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back. 

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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[shemarmooresfedora]

Prompt 59 and it was like a love letter that either fem!reader or Spencer wrote to the other but they just found it bc they had like a falling out and hadn’t talked in a while??

No One Else

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: angst with fluffy ending

Word Count: 0.8k

It had been two months since Spencer last saw you.

Spencer came over to your apartment one night to see you sobbing on the couch and he knelt in front of you and cupped your cheek, asking what’s wrong.

You looked up at him with puffy red eyes and said “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” he asked softly.

“I need to start fresh.”

“Y/N, I don’t understand.”

“I think I may move…or at least go away for a while,” you sniffled.

“Did something happen? I can help whatever it is. Please tell me, Y/N. I’m your best friend.”

Your lip quivered. That stung. But it also solidified your decision. You needed to get away. Fast.

“There’s nothing you can do, Spence. Please just go.”

Spencer wanted to protest but when he reached out to touch you, you cried harder.

“I’ll be over in the morning,” he spoke softly, closing your apartment door behind him.

You were gone in the morning. Some of your essentials were packed but most of your stuff remained here. The apartment felt cold, contrasting the usual warmth you brought it.

In those two months, all of Spencer’s calls and texts to you went unanswered. You were trying to get over him but you couldn’t bring yourself to block him. Not his fault you fell hopelessly in love with him.

Spencer stopped at your apartment every Friday night with the key you had given him a while ago, hoping you came back. Friday nights used to be your movie nights.

He would skim your bookshelf and read (or in his case, reread) 3 books and then head back to his equally as lonely apartment. He had made his way through half your bookshelf when he came across a little black book. When he pulled it off the shelf, he realized it was a journal.

Spencer knew he shouldn’t. It was already bad enough that he came into your apartment every week without you here. However, before he even could comprehend what he was doing, he had the journal opened and was skimming the pages.

It was filled with reminders, grocery lists, little doodles, but there was an entry dated the day you left.

Dear Spencer,

It physically hurts me how much I love you. Deep down, I knew you didn’t feel the same but as people say ‘ignorance is bliss’. I just always had that little sliver of hope that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. I didn’t realize how much I was holding on to that hope until it was crushed right in front of me. When we went out to the bar with your team and a girl asked for your number and you said yes as I was standing beside you, my heart completely shattered. You must know that you are not at fault for my pain though, you can’t help how adorably sweet and handsome you are. I was so lucky to have you as a best friend but I can’t anymore. I can’t when I want so much more.

“No…no…no,” Spencer whispered to himself.

I tried to get past it, Spencer, I really did. In the days I saw you after the bar incident, I would cry immediately after you left. I was always wondering ‘did he notice I was smiling less?’ or ‘was he going to her apartment next?’.

Spencer noticed. He missed your bright smile and laughter so much during that week.

His head snapped up to the door when he heard keys jingling from outside and the door unlock.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Spencer sitting on your couch, “You’re usually gone by now.”

“You wait for me to leave?”

“No, I haven’t been around much but my landlord contacted me that you would come every Friday night and stay for 3 hours. It’s been 5 so I thought I was safe to do some restocking,” you explained with a suitcase in your hand.

“Did you write this?” Spencer held the letter up.

You sighed, “It doesn’t really matter at this point. Does it, Spence?”

“Yes, it matters. It matters so much because I love you too,” Spencer stated.

“But the girl at the bar-”

“I thought she was asking for Derek’s number because I’m usually his ‘wingman’. It’s honestly an instinct for me to just say ‘yes’ at this point. I’m so so sorry for the misunderstanding. Y/N, I noticed you were smiling less. How could I not? It’s what keeps me going after a long day. There is no one else I could possibly ever want. Only you,” Spencer spoke.

“You’re not saying this just because you want your best friend back, right?” you asked tentatively.

“Well, yes, I want my best friend back but I would also like her to be my girlfriend too if she’s open to that,” Spencer smiled softly.

“I’m very open to that,” you beamed as Spencer pressed his lips to yours.

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[itsallyscorner]

Baby Mix → Baby Holland

The sequel to Baby Mix

Pairing: Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland

Summary: The youngest member of Little Mix has something to reveal after not seeing the girls for months.

A/n: Set in Corona times, I know London lifted their lockdown restrictions for a while then initiated them again after. But anyway, this is set around that time when lockdown rules were lifted. I had so much fun writing this! I hope you all enjoy it🥰

You felt a rush of excitement and nervousness through your veins as you walked around your home, making sure every corner was clean. You entered the dining room and double checked each plate, checking to see if they all had the essential utensils, a napkin, and a wine glass. You trusted Tom to set up the table, but today was a big day and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

“Darling, you don’t need to triple check everything in the house. Nothing’s moved since the last you’ve looked at it.” Tom teases you as he enters the dining room from the kitchen. He wore a tight black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with dark blue jeans. During the time in lockdown, his hair has grown out and he’s been working on his facial hair. You smiled at the 5 o’clock shadow that graced his face; it’s been known that he took forever to grow out facial hair, so to see that there was some light stubble on his face made him really happy. He was very proud of it.

“You look extremely hot right now.” You comment, meeting him in the middle of the room. His hands instantly place themselves at your waist, before one hand moves to rest on your growing stomach and the other on the small of your back.

“Is that the hormones talking?” He squints his eyes playfully at you. You gently shove him, only for him to pull you back closer into his chest. “No? I mean you always look good in whatever you wear. But it could possibly be the hormones?” You ramble.

Tom chuckles, his eyes gazing at you like you’re the only woman in the world. Well technically, you are the only woman in his world; besides his mum and grandma of course. But you were it for him, he wanted nobody else but you. Sure, you guys weren’t married, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t committed to you. The baby might’ve came before the wedding, but he will marry you one day.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Ever since the two of you have discovered you were pregnant, the morning sicknesses have gotten worse and worse. You were really hoping you’d be one of those lucky mothers who wouldn’t experience morning sickness, but with your luck it never happened. This morning you stumbled out the bed and into the toilet; today’s puke was probably the most horrible one this week, as gross as that sounds. Tom was behind you in an instant, tying your hair into a ponytail and rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It pained him to see you like this, he couldn’t do anything but hold your hair back, help you get your puke out, and whisper comforting things into your ear. He considered on canceling today’s event after you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom and snuggled back into the sheets, eyes red and puffy. Though when he mentioned on canceling, you declined immediately. You had both been anticipating today and you weren’t going to let some morning sickness postpone such a special event.

He looked at you concerned, scanning your face for any discomfort. Your lips quirk up to a fond smile as you kiss the worry away from him, “I’m doing much better than this morning, we’re both doing good.”

“That’s great, that’s all that matters to me right now.” He responds, pulling you into a hug. One thing you’ve noticed about Tom and your pregnancy was that he was very touchy and protective. Though he was already like that, it seemed like the pregnancy intensified his protectiveness, or just him in general. He was very alert of his surroundings, making sure everything was clean, that you were always comfortable, and that you weren’t experiencing any pain from the pregnancy. He was dedicated to making sure you were treated like a princess, you and your baby.

“You’ve got everything handled just in case they all come early right? I’m gonna head up and get dressed.” You pull away to look at him.

He nods at you, ensuring that he had everything under control, “Yeah, I’ve got it.” He pecks your lips before you pull away and head for the stairs. He watches your figure go up the stairs, just in case you trip or something, he would be there to catch you. When he sees you round the corner safely he yells, “Just give me a shout when you need something!”

He hears a faint “I know!” from upstairs and the sound of a door closing. He took that as his sign to get back in the kitchen and continue cooking. With the help from Sam, over FaceTime, Tom was able to get around the kitchen and make some proper food for your guests

~⏰~

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror. You wore leggings and an oversized knitted sweater that hid your small bump. You had light make up on, not bothering to put much since it was just the girls and you were all just having a casual lunch. You could already hear the commotion downstairs, Jesy’s contagious laughter, hints of Perrie and Jade’s voices, and Leigh-Anne gushing over some decorative piece in your house. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to give them all the good news. In fact, they’re one of the first ones that will get to know about your and Tom’s secret. Your family and Tom’s being the first to find out the moment you both left the doctor’s office. The girls deserved to be part of the group who found out first, they were like your older sisters and have always been there for you since you��ve known them. They’re basically family.

You giddily head down the stairs with delight as the girls finally come onto view. Perrie screams, throwing herself off the couch and pulling you into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden force, though you tightly wrapped your arms around her, careful to not press your stomach against her.

“Oh! I’ve missed you so so much! It’s been so long, I hate being away from you all for months.” Perrie cried, pressing kisses onto your face. You laughed trying to dodger her.

“Let me smother you with love, I haven’t seen you in so long!” Perrie objected, hugging you one more time. “I miss you too, Pez.” You giggled kissing her cheek.

Jesy comes from behind Perrie and detaches her from you, “Babe, you look beautiful! You’re glowing, look at you!” Jesy cupped your cheeks then wrapped her arms around you.

“Oh my goodness, let me tell you, I didn’t even realize that was Tom.” She said when you both broke the hug. You burst out laughing, placing a hand on her arm.

“No seriously! I didn’t even know he can grow facial hair? I was expecting to see a boy answer the door not a man!” Jesy admits making you laugh even more at her genuinely shocked face.

“Are you still on about Tom and his beard?” Jade asks as she approaches you, Leigh-Anne right behind her.

“Isn’t it a shocker? I live with a man now.” You joke, wrapping your arms around Jade. She squeals, swaying the two of you side to side.

“Babe, your house is stunning!” Leigh-Anne compliments, hugging you and kissing your cheek. You wave her off, “You literally have a whole mansion. I still don’t understand how we have the same paycheck.”

You all settle in the living room for now, waiting for Tom to call for lunch. You could smell the delicious aroma of whatever Tom was cooking in the kitchen and your stomach couldn’t help but growl. Jesy eyes your stomach, “What’ve you got in your stomach? That sounded like an animal.” For a moment you were caught off guard at the mention of your stomach. You eyes widen for a second as you glance down at where your sweater was bunched up.

“Uh—I’m just really hungry.” You brush off her comment, face getting flustered. Jade playfully shakes her head glancing at the kitchen, “Has Thomas not been feeding you right?”

“No—he’s been absolutely amazing! Spending lockdown with him was a dream.” You answer chuckling. Perrie crosses her arms, “Lucky, I had lockdown with a football player. Do you know how difficult it is to live with one?”

“It couldn’t have been that bad?” Leigh-Anne chimed in, sipping on a glass of wine. Perrie huffs leaning forward in her seat, “I felt like a bloody housewife the whole time. I had to keep restocking my fridge every week because he eats everything—like seriously, our food never lasted till the weekend. Alex kept on eating my snacks that I had to start hiding them from him.”

“Are we not going to talk about how Jade found love during a worldwide pandemic?” Jesy mentions pointing at Jade, who has a teasing smile on her face.

She waves her finger at Jesy, “Nuh uh, we aren’t talking about that yet.” You gasp, “And why not?”

“We’re still getting to know each other, I don’t want to rush into things, ya know?” Jade’s face contorts in thought. “Like we’ve done a virtual date on Zoom and have been texting each other back and forth, we’ll see where it goes.”

“You’ll be fine and you’re taking things slow, you should be familiar with each other first before fully committing.” Leigh-Anne assured her. All eyes fell on Leigh-Anne then down to her left hand.

“HOLD ON—LET ME SEE THE RING IN PERSON!” You yell jumping off the couch to where Leigh-Anne was sitting. You sit beside her and take her left hand admiring the giant diamond on her ring finger.

“I can’t believe you’re engaged, I’m so happy for you Lee.” You gush pulling her into a side hug. She nudges your shoulder, gesturing to Tom, “You might be next.” She winked.

“You know, I think Perrie’s gonna be the next one actually.” You smirk at the blonde who rolls her eyes. “Like what Jade said, we’ll see.” She hums shrugging. Your stomach growls again making Leigh-Anne glance at your stomach.

“Oh my goodness” she laughs, moving to look for Tom. “Tom, is lunch ready yet? Your girlfriend’s stomach keeps growling!” You hear something clang in the kitchen before Tom pops his head out, “Lunch’s ready, I was just waiting for you ladies to wrap up the chit chat.”

You all move to the dining room where Tom had laid out the food. He’s made pasta, with some steak, Caprese salad, and garlic bread. Jesy makes a content sound as she scans the food on the table before taking a seat.

“I must say Tom, I’m quite impressed with the food.” Jesy compliments Tom. A proud smile forms on Tom’s face, his eyes switching between you and Jesy. “You heard that darling? Jesy just complimented me.”

“I know, I heard her Tom.” You laugh patting his chest. He pulls your seat out for you, then sits in the chair on your right side while Jesy was on your left. Across from you three were Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.

“We could eat now right?” Jade asks while reaching out for the pasta’s serving fork.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” Tom nods his head at the food. You hear a whine behind you distracting you from the delicious food Tom made. Behind your chair was Tessa who tried to nuzzle herself between your and Tom’s chairs. Not only had Tom grown even more protective of you, but so has Tessa. The sweetheart trailed after you everywhere you go, she stayed in the same room you were in and would lay beside your feet. Though Tom was her rightful owner, she would bark at him whenever he got a little too close to you or your stomach. Tom wasn’t going to lie, he did feel upset and envious that his precious princess barely paid him any mind anymore. But to know that she was only doing it to protect you and her future sibling warmed his heart, so he got over it in an instant.

“Tess, no.” Tom softly scolded the dog trying to shoo her away from the table. She only let out more whines making your heart break. You placed a hand on Tom’s, “Just let her stay, she won’t bother anyone.” Tom nods and pats Tessa’s head.

Lunch goes by splendidly, it was full of laughs and catching up with each other’s lives. It was nice to finally be surrounded by your favorite people in the world after months being apart. Everyone enjoyed the food, complimenting Tom on his excellent work and not burning the kitchen down. Wine and drinks were passed around except for you, who stuck with a water and a small amount of soda. Usually you would also be drinking, clinking glasses with Jade as you down your drinks, but thankfully no one had caught on yet.

“Sorry, we’ve all been rambling about our experiences during the lockdown, what about you two? (Y/n)? Tom? You’ve both been quiet about your experience together.” Leigh-Anne apologized shifting the conversation to you and Tom.

“You could leave the shagging parts out, we already know what went down in this poor house.” Jade poked at you, sending an over exaggerated wink your way. You shake your head and turn back to Tom. The two of you share a look, the look, and make a silent agreement that it was time to announce the big news.

“Well we’ve been busy. You know, we’ve both been doing lots of promo. I’ve been promoting my new film and (y/n)‘s promoting the album with you guys.” Tom started, making normal conversation.

“Most of the time was spent resting, we took advantage of the free time before we have to go on tour and he has to go away for filming.” You continue. The girls nod understanding the situation.

“What did you guys do on the daily though?”

“Lots of puzzles!” Tom answers. “We had the typical move nights and shit.”

“We did lots of baking too!” You add glancing at Tom, who nods along with you. “We’ve actually got a bun in the oven right now!” You say, emphasizing your words. Leigh-Anne and Jesy share a look instantly catching on. Jade’s mouth gapes, her hand holding the wine glass going limp.

“After all this time! Thomas, it’s probably burning by now, shouldn’t you go and check on it?” Perrie scolds, turning back to the kitchen to catch a peek at the oven. She looks excitedly at you two, “What kind of bun have you guys made?”

Jesy’s eyes pan over to Perrie in disbelief, it was like the salad in the box situation all over again. Leigh-Anne holds her palm up to her mouth as the news sinks in. Jade swats Perrie’s arm, “A human one!”

Perrie’s eyes widen in fear, “A human bun? Like cannibalism?” Tom made a sound of confusion, his brows furrowing at her. You stifle a laugh behind your hand as you wait for Perrie to realize.

“They’re having a baby, Pez!” Jesy yelled making Perrie’s eyes grow in shock. The gears move in her head, “OH! Bun in the oven—BUN IN THE OVEN? You’re pregnant?” She screams shooting out of her chair.

You laugh hiding behind your hands. Jesy grabs onto your wrist, pulling it down, and holding your hand. “Wait, are you actually pregnant? You’re not tricking us?”

You shake you head, a giant smile gracing your lips, eyes getting glossy. “I wouldn’t lie to you guys, you guys are gonna be aunts.” You confirm squeezing Jesy’s hand. She gasps pulling you into a hug. Behind you she reaches a hand and playfully shoves Tom, “As if turning her into you wasn’t enough, you just had to insert yourself into her and make another one of you?”

Tom shrugs, though a smile was also on his face, “Hey, to be fair, you might like this one more than me.” Jesy gets up from her seat and approaches Tom.

“Give me a hug, you div.” She ruffles his hair like an older sister would and wraps her arms around him. Tom chuckles hugging her back.

“I know I give you a lot of shit, but I’m so happy that she ended up with you and not some dickhead. Congrats Tom.” She mutters into his ear, before pulling away from the hug and patting his back. Tom looks at her teary eyed, “Thank you Jes.”

“Wait—no! You’re our baby, you can’t have a baby yet. Stop growing!” Perrie cries coming around the table to engulf you in her arms. This time she was actually crying, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“But Pez, I’m already growing.” You giggle, pulling away from her to lift you knitted sweater up to reveal your small baby bump. The girls gasp, while you and Tom stare proudly at your stomach. Jade and Leigh-Anne join Perrie to hover over your stomach. Jesy looks from over your shoulder, staring at the top of your stomach.

“Can we please touch it?” Leigh-Anne asks quietly, looking up at you and Tom for permission.

“Go ahead.” You assure them. Jesy squeezes your arms, resting her chin on your shoulder. Leigh-Anne, Perrie, and Jade’s hands delicately come into contact with your stretched skin, fascinated by your little bump. Jade pouts as she strokes your belly with her thumb, “Oh, you’re so precious.” She coos.

Perrie rests her palm against your belly, “How far along are you?” You look at Tom over your shoulder, who’s been watching the special moment unfold between you and the girls.

“Four months.” Tom answers, the grin on his face feeling permanent as he talked about his little bean.

“Four months?” Jesy shrieked whipping her head to look at you and Tom.

“Yup, we wanted to tell you guys as soon as we found out but we decided to keep it a little secret for as long as we can.” You explain. “But then my stomach began growing and it’d be obvious, so we decided to tell you guys now since it’s still early.”

“Does anyone else know?” Leigh-Anne asks, hand still resting on your belly.

“Our families know, along with his best mates. But you guys are part of the first few people who know about it.” You reply. Perrie hums softly, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss onto it.

“You’re the first people I’ve told who aren’t my immediate family.” You laugh. The girls began tearing up again.

“I can’t believe you guys told us.” Jade wipes her eye with the pads of her fingers.

“Why wouldn’t I? You guys are important to me and I love you all so much! You all deserve to know about it before everyone else.” The girls “aww” at you and pull you into a group hug, one of their hands still resting on you belly.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant, oh my god.” Leigh-Anne expressed, her hand still on your bump.

“It’s hilarious how we were saying you were gonna be the first one to start a family. All of a sudden little missy over here gets knocked up.” Jesy points at Leigh-Anne before giving Tom the stink eye.

“Did they not teach you how to use protection in school?” She playfully teases Tom, back to her usual picking on him. “Or is your pull out game just that weak?” Perrie gasps, covering your belly with both her hands, “Jes! There’s a baby!”

Tom’s mouth drops, his face feigning shock, “You know, I really thought we were having a great moment here, Jes.”

Jesy scoffs, “Moment’s over—have you never heard of ‘Don’t be silly, protect your Willie’?” Everyone pauses before bursting out laughing at Jesy’s comment.

The night ended with the girls making plans of who would be the fun aunt and who would spoil Baby Holland the most. Jesy and Jade debated over being the fun aunt while Perrie and Leigh-Anne tried to outdo each other on who would spoil the baby with the most toys and clothes. Your belly was the main star of the night; the girls occasionally stroking your belly or pressing light little kisses onto it. As you both listened to the girls argue about who would be the baby’s favorite, you and Tom knew that your little baby would be in good hands with four amazing aunts to watch over them.

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Reunited (Subject T0m part 5)

AYOO PART 5! Woohoo! Angst time!~ :3

(Also I’m out of requests so feel free to send some! Also quick question, would you guys like a new au or more atlantic runaways?)

Warnings: Angst, almost injury and sadness 

Words: 1.9K+

Tommy sat next to Wilbur’s desk playing with shroud fiddling with his little arms whilst Wilbur worked on things like usual, things were definitely different between the two of them but not really in a good way.

The two were closer than before if that were somewhat possible, he still wasn’t able to tell Wil about his memories, but he’ll find to do so eventually, but he did notice something, despite being so close to Wilbur there close to nothing he knew of his home life, he knew it wasn’t bad since well, Phil was like a dad to him, he was a good man.

He had yet to ask Phil about his past despite their recent encounters, no moment felt like the right moment.

Tommy had actually been practising some handwriting, although bad was improving with each passing day and each day he showed Wilbur, Wilbur was able to better understand it so his plan was working, just not as quickly as he’d like.

Wilbur was also trying to periodically teach him sign language so that was an added bonus, just none of it came into use when wanting to discuss what he wanted since his vocabulary is still very limited.

He looked over to Wilbur who said he was going to arrange another meeting between him and Ranboo and he was beyond excited! Why? Because Ranboo was one of his very best friends in this facility besides his best pal Wilbur of course.

He whined for the attention of Wilbur, who looked over with a smirk, “What is it bud?”. He brought his hands out to sign but couldn’t think of anything to say. “Is it about Ranboo?”.

He nodded, “Dad said yes to it tomorrow, but there’ll be a new person. He’s a new intern, good friends with Ranboo apparently and needs more experience”.

He tilted his head for a moment then nodded, he wondered who this researcher was. But then Wilbur stretched out of his chair and yawned, seeming tired from the hard day of work.

Tommy responded by picking up Wilbur who looked confused for a moment but just went with it. He hadn’t notice Tommy change size. “I guess it’s sleepover day?”. He got a happy whine in response to that.

Tommy held Wilbur close to his chest as he sat down against the wall, both falling asleep.

The next day, the transportation officers arrived and Wilbur said it wasn’t necessary due to Tommy being friendly, they reluctantly agreed to it. So, for the first time Tommy was allowed into the facilities hallways to follow Wilbur to the destination.

He was mesmerised by how the hallways were architecturally designed, all the patterns looked fascinating, Wilbur had to make sure Tommy kept close and focused but always held a smile on his face.

Soon enough when passing through the facility there was a window that held coral and fishes, he’d never seen such fish before, all the colours were beautiful and soon somebody noticed him looking at the fish.

It wasn’t Wilbur, he had stopped to look back and see Tommy staring and allowed him to since there was now a person inside the tank, they had pink hair and a gorgeous pink tail along with it, with fish like qualities such as fins for ears, scaled claws, and fangs. They also had coral in their hair, which looked like a crown. To say the least she was beautiful.

“Hey Nikki!” the subject inside the tank looked over and waved at Wilbur, smiling. They also made a strange chirping sound, Tommy tilted his head to signify that he was confused, which Wilbur laughed. “Tommy, this is Subject N1KK1, also known as Nikki the mermaid, she’s Puffy’s subject if you remember me mentioning her”.

He remembered Puffy, from that dream and smiled, happy to have made a new friend along the way. “I’ll have to arrange a meeting between the two of you, if possible, Nikki is a sweetheart”. The mermaid on the other side heard and seemed to blush at the statement.

“We better get going now though, don’t wanna be late. We’ll see you around Nikki! Tell Puffy we said hi!”. Then made their way to the meeting cells.

When he arrived, he saw Ranboo sitting down nervously, sitting next to an individual he didn’t really recognise, he could only see the right side of his face which appeared to be scarred and somewhat long grown, fluffy, brown hair but their voice was very much familiar.

He saw Wilbur approach Phil who was sitting at a desk. “Hey, Dad!”, “Hey mate- wait- where’s your transportation officers?”. “Told them Tommy was well behaved enough to be taken by myself”. Phil sighed, “Wilbur, we still need to follow guidelines.”.

Wilbur huffed, “It’s not going to be all the time dad, Tommy can’t be held in there all day”. They both looked back to see Tommy staring at the two of them. “Hey mate! You doing alright?”. Tommy smiled and ran over to hug the man, who happily patted his head.

The three of them then made their way to meet up with Tubbo and Ranboo, which both looked up, Phil looked somewhat concerned at Ranboo, “You okay mate? Do you need time or something?”.

“I-I’m fine Phil, something just feels off…”. When Ranboo had a bad feeling like this it usually meant an enderwalk was coming, maybe they could stop it before anything happened.

Tommy whined worriedly at Ranboo and approached him carefully, embracing him into a hug. “Thanks Toms…”. “Toms?...”. Tubbo looked confused at the name choice, and both of them looked over to Tubbo.

“Oh right! Tommy you haven’t met Tubbo yet have you?”. Phil said excitingly, but he blacked out at that moment, he looked into Tubbo’s eyes who seemed just as shook, yep, they definitely recognised him…

“T-Tommy?...”. There were tears in Tubbo’s eyes, the other three looked beyond confused. Tommy didn’t move, instead thought of something and for reason spoke out the name, “B-big m-man…”. It was barely audible and distorted but Tubbo seemed to understand the tone of it.

“Tommy!” he rushed over and hugged the boy, he had forgotten how strong Tubbo was since he almost fell over but kept the two standing. “You idiot! I thought you were dead!”. A strange sound erupted from his chest, which seemed to be laughter and Tommy had his own tears in his eyes.

Phil had a look of shock on his face as he realised what this meant, “W-wait Tommy, do you remember?”. Tommy looked over to Phil and nodded, Phil’s face turned from one of shock to guilt. “Oh my..”. he couldn’t continue as he looked towards his concerned and worried son.

He sighed as he grabbed him by the shoulder and brought him close to his chest, rubbing his back soothingly despite not needing it, comforting Wilbur was a form of comfort to him, so it was only natural.

Tubbo cried for a while in Tommy’s arms, Ranboo came over to comfort the boy, despite not being able to do much because of Tubbo’s tears. “I-I thought…”. Tubbo tried to speak but Tommy continued to rub his back soothingly, comforting the boy as much as possible. The two were reunited.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, which in reality one hour. Tubbo had finally calmed to a point where he seemed pretty happy. He stood up and playfully punched Tommy in the arm, “How are you even alive?!” He smirked but the answer was already clear and Tubbo couldn’t care, he had his friend back.

Tommy playfully responded by growing in size slightly and pouncing on Tubbo, “Woah! You can do this now?!” Tommy smirked in response. Tubbo didn’t seem to mind the lack of speech from him as he smiled back.  The two heard Ranboo giggle behind them.

The three of them then looked to Phil and Wilbur, who was trying to comfort his father. Tommy carefully poked his back to get his attention, Phil looked to Tommy with guilt and went to speak, “Tommy I’m-“.

But Tommy put a finger to his mouth and smiled, signifying forgiveness. “Seems he forgives you Dad”. Phil looked back to his son and smiled, who smiled back. Then they were all grabbed by Tommy and held into a group hug.

But, the emotions of the day didn’t end there, as they were discussing, Ranboo began to walk jaggedly, not being to balance without the help of somebody and complaining of a headache.

Phil tried to reassure him to stay calm and level but that all changed when Ranboo let out a monster roar and his eyes glowed a bright purple. Ranboo was gone.

The ender walk Ranboo then teleported away, Tommy immediately panicked and tried calling out for Ranboo with his whines but got no response, which increased his worry. Then Phil took command.

“Okay, Wilbur go alert security to keep an eye out for Ranboo. Tommy, Tubbo could you help me find Ranboo please?”. As soon as that was said, both of them booked it out of the room, Phil tailing behind them trying to keep up. Whilst Wilbur went a different direction.

The two looked through many different hallways, none of them stopping, they ran into the security multiple times asking for any signs but were told they found none. They kept looking and re-entered the meeting room, they saw Ranboo there, but not in the same way he was different.

His arms were below his hips, his jaw seemed somewhat unhinged, his eyes glowed a bright purple, he was taller, his claws sharper, all the more terrifying. Phil motioned for the two to stay behind him as he went to approach Ranboo much to their reluctance.

Phil managed to get close enough to touch Ranboo, and carefully tapped his arm. Ranboo immediately turned around in alert and roared at Phil, raising his arm in defence.  

Before Ranboo could hit him though, Tommy ran over and blocked the attack by forming claws on his own arms and covering Phil.

Phil thanked Tommy as Phil tried to talk to Ranboo, despite being covered by Tommy. Ranboo eyes wandered around the room and looked over to Tubbo, who then disappeared from Phil and Tommy’s sight.

Both turned immediately to Tubbo, who Ranboo teleported over to. Tubbo flinched back but rather than attack Tubbo, Ranboo crouched onto his knees to appear at the same height as Tubbo, who made strange sounds that appeared friendly.

Tubbo approached carefully and raised his arm to touch Ranboo, Ranboo leaned into the touch happily whilst making another strange noise and began to purr. Soon after, he groaned and his eyes snapped open again, to see Tubbo’s hand to his face.

“What happened?”, which made Phil laugh. “Enderwalk mate.”. Ranboo ‘oh’ed at this fact and looked down.

Then Ranboo’s form reverted to what it once was and despite all that, the four settled down and talked, which Wilbur joined soon after with panic as he saw the security feed, worried if Tommy got hurt, which he didn’t much to Tommy’s relief.

Then Phil talked seriously to the four of them about the facilities secrets and all of them were sworn to secrecy.

Wilbur and Tubbo were shocked at this fact but surprisingly okay with it nonetheless since, without it, Tommy and Tubbo wouldn’t be together again and they would all never have met.

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Am I Dreaming - Chapter Six

Introduction, Chapter One , Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Chapter Six

After having a crazy Monday and Tuesday I was glad that Wednesday seemed to be chill. I went to school, and found out I made it through to callbacks for These Shining Lives. Callbacks will be tomorrow, so that gives me time to reread the script and dig a bit deeper into the characters. After talking to Nik all night yesterday, we sent a few messages back and forth throughout the day. Around 8pm I was sitting in my living room watching more Criminal Minds when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there was Rebekah. Her face is all puffy looking like she has been crying.

"Bekah what's wrong?" I asked.

"I just found out the truth about my mom's death. Can we have a slumber party?" She asked in the weakest voice I have heard from her. It broke my heart seeing her like this. She always seemed so strong, but right now she is on the verge of breaking.

"Of course. My dad works nights, so it'll be just us. Come in."

Rebekah came in and I took her upstairs to put on some fun jammies. Whenever I am sad I love putting on my onesie pajamas. They always bring me comfort. Rebekah seemed hesitant to put them on. I knew they weren't her style, but she needed to trust me. After begging her to put them on she finally did. After we both became unicorns I insisted we take some photos mainly, because I want to send the photos to Nic.

We had our little mini photoshoot, and then I led us back downstairs. I went into the freezer and got us both a pint of talenti ice cream, which I always have in stock. We went to the living room and tried to pick out what to watch.

"So what are you feeling like watching?" I asked Bekah.

"I don't know. I really don't watch a lot of movies or tv."

"Well, do you want something sad or happy?" I asked.

"I think I have already cried enough tonight. Let's watch something happy."

"Alright well, my go to happy movies are always Marvel , A Knight's Tale or The Princess Bride."

"I have never seen any of those." When Bekah said that I gasped.

"YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THE MARVEL MOVIES, A KNIGHT'S TALE OR PRINCESS BRIDE!" I exclaimed. "I don't even know which to start with. Well we will have to have an entire Marvel marathon sometime soon, but that will require a whole weekend dedicated to it! Since you have had a bad day and you seem like you are a sucker for a love story we can watch A Princess Bride."

Rebekah agreed and I turned it on. I tried really hard not to quote the movie, but the marriage scene got me. How can you not say that part? It's the best part! After the movie finished we went upstairs and cuddled in my bed.

"Thank you for tonight V. I really needed it. Also thanks for not asking about my mom."

"It's not a problem Bekah. I remember I hated talking about my mom after she died. If you ever need to talk let me know, but I am also here for a killer slumber party!"

"This was a lot of fun and surprisingly I did really enjoy the onesie."

Gasp, " I know, aren't they like the best comforting thing ever!! Goodnight B"

"They are. Goodnight V."

And with that we fell asleep. The next morning came and I woke up earlier than usual to get ready for callbacks, since I needed to look semi nice. Even though I woke up early it was still not earlier than Rebekah who was in the middle of doing her hair.

"Hey, are you going to homecoming tomorrow?" Bekah asked me

"Yeah Matt's the quarterback so I get roped into all the things."

"What are you wearing? Want to get ready together?" Bekah asked all excitedly. I feel like this is her first homecoming.

"I am wearing a black dress and sure. If you want to come over around like 5 we can totally get ready. What are you wearing?"

"I am wearing a red dress that Elena helped me pick out."

This caused me to let out a groan. "I didn't know you were friends with Elena."

"Oh I'm not. I just made her decide which dress looks best on me. Why do you always groan whenever she's brought up?" Rebekah asked me.

"I just don't like her. When we were young I used to live next door to her, so we were really close. I actually consider her my best friend, but then freshman year came along and she stayed skinny where I did not. She joined cheerleading where I was a theatre nerd. I tried to stay friends with her, but I heard her making fun of me with the cheerleaders one day when I was walking to lunch. She was the one person I trusted with everything and she threw it all back in my face. Let's just say I didn't come out of the closet by choice. After she told everyone that, I got bullied pretty badly for being fat and gay. My parents decided to move us out here, so I could distance myself from her. She never got into any trouble, and she always acts like the victim. That's what makes me so mad. She was this cruel person but just because her parents died now everyone will do anything for her. You know she never even apologized. She just acts like she doesn't know why I dislike her. Bonnie was actually the only cheerleader that tried to get them to stop making fun of me. Nobody listened to her. It actually made Caroline even worse. That's why I can stand Bonnie but not Caroline. After this happened I spent half of my freshman year with an eating disorder, because I thought if I was skinny it would make people like me again. Unfortunately even though I didn't eat, I didn't lose much weight. I went from a size 12 to a size 8. I was hoping to lose more. Then after that my mom got sick and I started to eat my feelings, soon I was back to the size 12. Sorry I just unloaded a lot onto you."

"V I am so sorry that happened to you. If you need me to kill them just say the word." This caused me to start laughing. I love threatening people for my friends, so I felt touched that Bekah was doing it for me.

"Thanks Beks, but I'm good. I am just going to shower."

I took a shower and then had Rebekah help me pick out my outfit for callbacks. Usually in real life auditions you just wear what you wore to your original audition, but since this is high school and they already know me I wanted to switch it up. We decided that I should switch it up and go a bit fancier today. I was wearing brown trousers and a matching blazer with a white crop top underneath. I had to admit I looked damn good! I sent a sneaky pic to Nik, because more than just people at my high school deserved to see this look!

We ate some quick breakfast and headed to school. After a long day of classes I had my callbacks, and once again I just felt so good about them. I'll find out on Monday if I got a part or not. After callbacks I came home and just had a lazy night with my kitties.

Finally it was Friday! This week has been so crazy and weird. Hopefully today is just normal, so far nothing seems weird. I got through the school day and Rebekah texted me.

'Nik is coming back into town, so I won't be getting ready with you. I'll see you later though! Xoxo'

I was a bit bummed that she wasn't coming over but pretty psyched that Nik was back! I got ready and had another little mini photoshoot. I never really took photos of myself, but this past week I have felt so confident I couldn't really explain it!

Right before Matt should be here I quickly took a shot of fireball and a quick hit from my weed pen. I needed to be slightly intoxicated to get through these school events, but I never got sloppy! Matt came and picked me up and told me that the dance was actually going to be at the Lockwood mansion. Ok that's a little weird, but I'm sure it's no big deal. We got to the party, walked hand in hand and then he left me. I don't know where he went. He said he had to do something and that he'd find me later. First off, rude! Secondly RUDE! I look hella good that boy should be following me like a lost puppy! I decided to let it go and try to find Bekah. I walked around for probably 15 minutes when I felt somebody pull me into a separate room and push me against a wall.

"Hello love."

"Nik your back!" I said breathlessly. I could barely think. He was pressed up against my front as my back was against a wall.

"Yes darling and I must say you look exquisite in this dress." Klaus said while moving his hand over my curves.

"Thank you." I felt my face flush so I looked down.

Klaus grabbed my face and pulled it up so I was looking at him. "Don't hide your face from me, love." He took a step back really admiring how I looked. "While your pictures of your outfits have been nice they do not stand up to the way you look in person." He put a hand on my cheek as he said, "I knew the quarterback was stupid but I didn't realize he was an idiot. No man should leave you alone to wander a party looking like this. You might catch the eye of someone dangerous." I have missed his smirk. Imagining it and seeing it are two different things.

"If you see anyone dangerous please let me know! I'll make sure to properly arm myself.  Luckily the only people I've seen are my classmates and a lost little puppy." I took his hand from my face. If this man thinks he can say some nice words and give me a smirk and I'll fall into bed with him... again he's wrong.

"You're playing a dangerous game, love. Are you ready to lose?"

"I am very competitive and I don't lose but good luck. You know you don't look too bad yourself. I like you in a suit and tie." I said that and grabbed his tie pulling him close to me.

Our breaths were mixing and we were just looking into each other's eyes. After staring him down I remembered what I was wandering around the party looking for. "Have you seen your sister? I've been looking for her all night but she's not here."

"I have not, but perhaps we shall look together." He gestured for me to take his arm and we walked out of the room. After walking around for a bit we decided that she mustn't be coming so we started a game of beer pong. Klaus was very cocky and acting like he was about to win even though we were tied when Matt came over to me with a passed out Caroline in his arms.

"Hey V we need to go."

I was slightly drunk so as soon as I saw Matty I hugged him. "Hey Matty. Just let me finish this game. I am totally going to win!! Oh this is Nik he's Rebekah's sister. He thinks he's super scary but I think he's a big puppy." In my drunken state I didn't notice Matt's wide eyes and Nik's little wave to him.

"Yes we've met. Leave her alone Klaus! V we are leaving now." Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me away. All of the sudden Nik or Klaus was right in front of us. Woah he must be super fast!!

"That is no way to treat a lady. She said she wanted to finish the game." Nik confronted Matt.

"Hey Nik... Klaus? It's fine. I should go home anyways. My feet hurt from these heels. Nighty night."

Nik leaned and grabbed my hand and pulled me so he could whisper in my ear. "Good night love. Text me when you get home."

I left the party with Matt and Caroline. I asked him why he called Nik, Klaus and he explained that his real name is Niklaus. Personally I like Nik better so that's what I am going to keep calling him.  After dropping Caroline off at home and getting to my house I started to sober up.

"Thanks for the ride Matty. I'll see you later!"

"Wait V you don't want me to come in?"

"Not tonight I am super tired so I'm going to go to bed."

"Oh alright." He grabbed my hand so I would look at him. "I love you."

"Love you too Matty." After I said that he leaned over and kissed me. It was probably the longest kiss we've had since my trip to Chicago. I pulled away even though I could tell he didn't want me too.

"Ok well good night." I said as I got out of his truck and walked into my house.

As soon as I closed the door I took off my heels. I didn't feel like making the trip to my room yet to take off my dress, so I just left it on. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks since the munchies are starting to hit and turned on In the Heights which is much better when you're high. About half way through I felt sober from both the alcohol and weed. There was a knock on my door. I didn't want to get up to get it because my cats were laying on me, but my dad wasn't home so I had to. I opened the door and Nik was outside. He no longer had his tux jacket or his tie on. He rolled up his sleeves and let me tell you he looked good.

"Nik what are you doing here?"

"You didn't text me and I needed to see you. Can I come in?"

"Sure come on in. Do you want something to drink? I can get you water, tea, or fireball."

As I turned to head to the kitchen I felt him grab my arm and pull me back. In the swift motion I ended up pressed against his front with his arm wrapped around me. We just stared at each other, breaths mingling together, and chests rising as one. Before I even had time to process what was happening he kissed me. It was a hard, rough, needy kiss. It was the type of kiss that let you know you were wanted, no you were needed. Neither one of us wanted to give up control, but eventually he won. Nik grabbed my legs as a signal for me to jump, so I did and wrapped my legs around his waist while my hands were in his hair. I felt him hard against me and I needed some relief so I started grinding against him. We both let out small moans and grunts with my action.

"Careful love, don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh trust me I plan to finish." This caused him to groan. I felt him start to walk up the stairs to my room. We pulled away from the kiss and as I directed him where to go he started attacking my neck with kisses. I could barely keep my moans in to tell him which room was mine. As soon as we got into my room he had me pressed against the door continuing the assault on my neck. I tried to bite my lip and hold on the sounds he was pulling from me.

He pulled away from my neck and used his thumb to pull my lip from my mouth. "Now, Princess, don't hide those pretty noises from me." I swear the room got even hotter. I pulled him back to my mouth and worked on unbuttoning his top. Once I finished I pulled it off his arms and he slowly let me down so my legs were on the ground. He turned me around so my back was against him so he could slowly unzip my dress. Once the zipper was all the way down I expected him to rip the dress off of me, but he didn't. He ran his finger tips along my exposed back and then kissed from my neck down. I turned around and saw him on his knees.

I tore my dress off as fast as I could and walked in front of him. As I stood staring into his eyes I felt his hands running up my legs. He reached the band of my underwear and pulled them down. All of his movements were the opposite of what I had just experienced. Now he was slow and sensual. After my underwear was off of me and thrown somewhere in my room he took my right leg and brought it over his shoulder, gave me a wink, grabbed my ass to hold me up and dived in. No man has ever taken the time to eat me out before and let me tell you this was a glorious experience. His tongue laps at my core as he sucks at my center. When he suddenly spank my ass. "Fuck!" I moaned out. I never knew spankings could feel good but god I wanted him to do it again. I moved my hands to hair and made eye contact with him as he pulled his hand back and smacked me again. This time my head fell back as his fingers teased my folds

"Please Nik" I had no shame in begging right now, but my begging made him pull away

"What princess? What do you need?"

"You fingers! Please." He slips a finger into me and I cry out his name while rocking my hips into his face.

I hear him laugh against me. "So greedy princess. Now don't cum until I tell you too." His fingers were darting in and out of me faster than I could keep track. His tongue was working with them to pull sensations from my body I didn't know existed. The sounds we were making would put any porn to shame. I pulled him closer to me as I felt my body shuddering. I looked him in the eye "Please Nik."

"What love?"

"Please let me cum - Ahh please."

"Since you've been such a good girl, cum," and I felt my body release. "Ahh- Nik! Don't stop." And he didn't. He kept going at his unruly pace until I came again.

After my second orgasm he got up from the floor and carried me to my bed. He kissed me again and he crawled in between my legs. He reached around and took my bra off. As soon as my tits were released he gave them the attention they deserved. I was working on trying to get his pants off. After struggling a bit he decided to help me. As we both lay naked I looked him in the eyes.

"Please, I need you." I whined out

"Where do you need me baby?"

"I need you in me. Please Nik." At this point I was panting and needed some soothing between my legs. I tried to rub them together but with Nik between them it didn't work. Finally he grabbed my legs, tore them apart and slammed into me. Whatever gentleness he showed earlier was gone. He was pounding into me and all I could do was take it. I was a mess of whimpers and moans. I wrapped my legs around him to try to pull him closer to me.

"Harder." I screamed. I needed more. I needed it all. Nik brought one of his hands up around my neck and put enough pressure that I was seeing stars. I could feel everything. My body was buzzing. He was ruthless in his pace but I could tell he was getting close to his end. He started to stutter just a little bit. He let go of my neck and brought his hand down to my clit to finish me off.

"Cum for me again babygirl." Within seconds I had my third orgasm. "Niklaus! Ahh! God." Shortly after me I felt him finish as he grunted in my ear. That had to be the hottest sound I have ever heard.

We both lay catching our breath afterwards. Nik eventually got up to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean me up. He climbed back in bed with me and I laid my head on his chest with his arm around my waist. I normally hate cuddling, but with Nik it felt right like so many other things. I was exhausted and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Right before I fully fell under I heard.

"Good night my princess." With a kiss to my forehead.

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Word Count - 3,583

Wowza! That was a long one. This is the first time I've written smut since I was like 12 so please be nice to me 😂😂 writing about sex is a lot different than doing it.

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Let Go - Law

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I was listening to Let Go - BTS (Try listening to it, you’ll not regret it)

Pairing : Law X Fem! Reader (Doctor X Patient)

Prompt : “I knew I shouldn’t be here”

Word count : 1.4K

Warnings : Heavy angst, Cancer, Taken place in a hospital, Mention of Death, The most angst I’ve ever written in my life (Without warning, I made my sister to read it and it kind made her to grab my throat, So, You have been warned)

Summary : Law, a doctor in a cancer hospital, falls in love with his patient. A Doctor and Patient shouldn’t be in a relationship but he couldn’t help but to fall in love with his weak patient. (I suck at writing summaries)

Law sighed as he held the door knob to the room number 7. His shift was over and he could go home. But he wanted to stay for a while. ‘Should I enter?’, he thought before opening the door and entering the white room. The pastel blue curtains of the window were fluttering because of the breeze.

There he saw you, staring out of the window as tears dripped down your face. His heart sank to you see you like that. You felt someone staring at you so you looked to your side and saw the doctor who was treating you. You immediately wiped your tears and gave a sad smile to the doctor. “What are you doing here doctor? I thought your shift was over and its late”

“I knew I shouldn’t be here but, I just felt like checking up on you before I left”, he said as he came towards you.

“Oh! Thanks though as you can see, I got much uglier now”, your voice cracked as you tried to hold in your tears but still smiled at the doctor. He clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Why would you say that?” he questioned as he placed his hand on your cheek. “For me you are still the most beautiful person so don’t you dare say that”, you couldn’t stop the tears now. He soothed those tears away from your cheek and continued, “I don’t care if you have hair or not. You are still beautiful”.

Leaning into his touch you smiled, still tears spilling out from your eyes. “Doctor, after your check up today, the nurse said it was necessary to cut my hair. After I agreed they shaved my head and I couldn’t stop crying from that time”, you murmured in monotone to him for which he just listened as he looked into your eyes. It was necessary for the continuation of treatment so he had no choice but to have it done.

“I am sorry I couldn’t be with you when they wer-”

“Don’t apologise. You are a doctor have so many other patients to take care of as well”, you didn’t let him finish his sentence. Law smiled and leaned into you and whispered, “Y/N, it’s alright. You’ll grow your hair again. I’ll make sure you get healthy”. You sniffed back your tears and nodded. He pulled back and helped you to lay down on the bed. Before leaving he patted your head soothingly making you fell a bit better about your condition.

3 Months passed making it a total of 5 months treatment and there was absolutely no improvement in your cancer treatment. Law was trying so hard to change diet plans, trying to use more expensive medicines to make you healthy but nothing seemed to work. But he couldn’t give up.

One day you felt really weak and lost your consciousness. When you woke up, it was already late, you found yourself in your bed with some machines and computers beside you. “Y/N, how are you feeling now?” a deep voice asked with concern. You saw the doctor with gold eyes and dark circles under his eyes, standing beside you as his hands held your bed. ‘He didn’t leave even if his shift is over?’, you thought.

You chuckled and replied, “Its fine doctor. Please don’t worry about me who has no time left”, making his heart clench. He didn’t like this.

He sat beside you and took your hand in his and sighed, “Don’t say such things. You’ll be fine”.

“It’s okay doctor. You tried your best”, you smiled at him as he bit his lip trying to control his emotions.

“I like you doctor”, you said making him look at you, “I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m telling this because I am scared that I won’t get another chance”, he lifted your hand and leaned his forehead on it.

“I like you too. I shouldn’t have feelings for my patient but… I couldn’t help it”, he gulped still avoiding your gaze. He exhaled and continued, “I actually would love if you give me a chance”.

“Do… Do you think, if we would’ve met some other time and I wasn’t sick, we could’ve given a chance… to us?”, you asked gaining his attention. He smiled weakly and replied, “We still have a chance, what do you say? Wanna be my girlfriend?”.

You chuckled as he asked that big question. ‘I dont have much time anyway so why not’, you thought and agreed by saying, “I would happily be your girlfriend”. Law smiled and kissed your hand which he was holding.

After another 10 days with nothing but a really affectionate doctor beside you, whenever he could get the chance. You both knew you were getting weaker day by day but still stayed happy. But on the 11th day, you again lost your consciousness.

When you opened your eyes, you again found the doctor right beside you. His eyes were red and puffy. It seemed like it was late and he stayed back again for you. “Doctor were you crying because of me?”, you asked and wanted to ruffle his hair but, you felt too weak to even lift your arm.

“What? why would I cry? You are getting fine and there is no reason for me to be sad”, he tried to lie but you knew the doctor from past 5 months now.

“You are so sweet for trying to cheer me up Doctor”, you said tried your best to lift your hand. He didn’t fail to notice it and laced his fingers with yours, knowing you wanted to do it.

“I am a failure as a doctor Y/N, I am good for nothing”, he said as he again lifted your hand up and towards his lips, to kiss it. You shake your head sideways. “You are the best doctor a patient can ever have and also the lovely boyfriend one can ask for”, you smiled weakly making his eyes to tear up.

“Don’t cry doctor. You shouldn’t cry for me. I am just not strong enough”, he leaned into your touch and denied it.

“I want you to know something doctor so please listen to me”, you said and he nodded still not letting you go.

“I always loved my parents and the friends who always cared or me”, you took a breath and continued, “I am in love with you. From the time you took care of me, from the time I got admitted in the hospital”.

He soothed your tears as you continued to talk. “Doctor, you are really talented. Please do take care of yourself”, your voice whimpered as you were holding most of the pain in your heart. Law didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to even miss a single word of yours. But his tears were spilling out of his eyes.

“From now, you don’t have to stay back for me, so please get some sleep”, he teared up even more because of your words. “Doctor, please don’t blame yourself. I really was happy because of you. You made my time here colourful”, you smiled and continued, “I love you so, please forget me as soon as you can”. Each and every word from your lips was hurting him so much.

“I can’t… Y/N, that’s way too hard”, he spoke after a long time because he needed to let you know, “Because I love you too”, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips and wiped your tears away with his slender fingers.

“Can I touch your hair?” you asked and your hand was instantly on his black hair. “It’s so soft and has the smoothest texture”, you said and after a while he pulled your hand back to his lips to place kisses on it.

“Woah! And you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I’m not even kidding”, he said making you to smile at him again.

“Thank you for everything Doctor Law”, you said and lost your consciousness, except for the last time now.

He stayed very quiet for a while as the machine beeped because it couldn’t read any heartbeat now. He gulped and caressed his thumb over your cheek to wipe the last tear away. He knew it would happen. But he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“Now, you too Y/N”, he broke down as he cried out. “I still want you, I need you Y/N”, his voice cracked but he continued to speak between his sobs, “I not ready to let go Y/N… Y/N”. He cried and cried that time. He never forgot you.

“I’m the most cursed being”, he said out loud. “My parents and my sister whom I really loved, my adopted father, whom I eventually really loved and admired died”, Law’s hands were shaking as he tried to let your hand go.

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It Was You (Part One)

A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 3371

Series Warnings: break up; angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

The slight chill of a Vancouver December morning roused you from a peaceful sleep, making you snuggle further into the down blanket and comfort of your plush bedding. It was two weeks until Christmas and the weather was supposed to be a balmy high of 32 degrees today, so you had planned to stay in, do some shopping online, and stay by your cozy fireplace with every holiday movie you could find. Willing yourself to get five more minutes of shut eye seemed like a helpless feat as the wintry cold seeped into your apartment. You opened your eyes to the gentle prisms of light floating in through the adjacent window, the sunrise indicating it was time to get up for the day.

Sitting up to perch on the side of your bed and grabbing your wide-rimmed glasses from the nightstand, you slid your chilled toes into the warm slippers waiting and shrugged on your fuzziest sweater. It may be time for that fire sooner than you thought.

Padding into your kitchen to get a much-needed caffeine fix after last night’s dinner and drinks with the rest of the cast and crew, you took your favorite mug from the cabinet and loaded the coffee maker, making an extra cup or two for you and any visitors you might have a bit later.

Jensen’s apartment was down the hall, and if you knew him, he’d still be sleeping, but he’d probably wander over at some point this morning. Cradling the mug in your hands warmed them slightly and sent a shiver down your spine. Even your warmest pajamas and the heat from the thermostat did little against the Canadian winds. Laughing slightly to yourself, you’d thought you’d be used to it after six years of winters here.

You wandered towards the windows of your living room to pull back the long curtains. It was a favorite spot to have your coffee and gaze at the sights of Vancouver. Settling on the window seat, you felt a warmth spread through you as you noticed it had snowed in the night, and from the looks of it, it was a depth of fresh, soft powder – a type that you rarely saw growing up in Texas. People were bundled up tightly as they walked the streets, but a few people, adults and kids alike, were already out playing in the thick blanket of snow.

As your coffee began to warm you through, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of joy that rose at the sight – it made the holiday season and the spirit of it even more intense than just viewing the lights of downtown and the large decorations everywhere. For some reason, snow just sealed it all up in a nice little bow.

Sure enough, about halfway into your second cup of coffee, you heard a key in your door and Jensen shuffled in, still wearing his pj’s with tousled hair, but he had thrown on a thick sweater too.

“Good morning.” You called, still seated at the large window.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He replied with a quick wave as he tossed his keys on the counter and waltzed into your kitchen in search of his mug, his voice still thick and gruff with sleep.

He mixed his cream and sugar and took a long sip, letting out a contented sigh after the steaming liquid entered his body. He was notoriously grumpy without his coffee, but he always met you with a sweet greeting when he came over. Walking around your kitchen island and into your open living room, he slumped into the recliner across from you and pulled the leaver to release the footing, allowing him to lean back with his feet up. He adjusted himself to get comfortable, careful to not spill the mug in his hand.

“What time did you get in last night?” you asked, taking another sip from your own cup.

He covered his eyes with his free hand, still obviously tired. “About 2:30. You know how Jared gets when we break for hiatus, he never wants the party to end. He was still talking to me as I was shutting my door.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Jared was the most social person you’d ever met and knowing that he wouldn’t be back to Canada and on set for a month, he would always soak up every little bit of time he had with the cast and crew. Even though Jensen was griping about it now, you knew he also didn’t mind. He’d probably be missing everyone, especially Jared, about four days into the break. You didn’t get home until about 1 a.m., and that was only because you were beginning to doze off in your cocktail.

“Tell Cliff thanks again for driving me home last night. I just couldn’t cut it.”

“Yeah, I know… Lightweight.” Jensen teased.

“Hey, you didn’t have a 5 a.m. set call yesterday like some of us.”

Jensen huffed a small laugh from his seat, still resting his hand across his closed eyes. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his green Henley stretched across his biceps as he rested his coffee on his thigh. A slight 5 o’clock shadow and the bedhead he was sporting all combined into a handsome image. He may be your best friend, but you could still appreciate the looks the man was blessed with.

Seemingly close to falling back asleep, you called to him in a hushed voice, “Jay. If you want to go back to sleep just put your coffee mug on the table, okay?”

“Hmmmph. No, I’m up.” He fibbed, as evident from the way he blinked widely once he opened his eyes again. Forcing himself to stand, otherwise he would really fall back asleep instead of just resting his eyes, he walked towards you with his cup, dragging his feet slightly as his legs sluggishly pulled him across the room. His head was down and his shoulders were wilted, but he was trying to get his body moving.

When he reached you, you felt his chest bump your shoulder before he rested his cheek on the crown of your head, his arm dangling by his side as he slumped. He took a deep breath before rubbing his hand across your back and standing, smiling as you peered up at him with a grin.

Licking his lips, he finally peered out to the streets below and his eyes went wide, “Y/n!” he practically shouted.

You flinched, “What? What’d I do?”

“You didn’t tell me it snowed!”

Giving a huff and a giggle, you couldn’t help but be sarcastic, “I’m sorry, was I supposed to while you were falling asleep in my chair?! Besides… it’s Canada. It’s not like snow is very rare here.”

“Y/n! That’s, like, snow! The kind we used to wish for when we were kids!”

“I know, I thought that too.”

“Well, c’mon!” he said, setting his cup down on the ledge. “We gotta go!”

“What? Go where?”

Jensen was already halfway through your living room and heading for the front door but paused to turn and point a finger in your direction, “You, me, snowman. Now.”

“Jay,” You whined. “It’s cold and its early. You sure you don’t want to just watch Netflix?”

“Y/n!” he said once again, looking as excited as a 12-year-old on a snow day from school. “Snowman! Please?” he begged, waving his arms frantically as he gestured outside.

“Okay, okay. Fine. No need to use your puppy eyes on me. I’ll meet you outside in 15 minutes.”

With that, a huge grin broke out on his face and he took off down the hall, leaving you to go in search of your heaviest ski jacket.

Jensen knocked on your door soon after you shrugged into the puffy coat, dressed in thick snow pants, his own jacket, and a black beanie and gloves with a small bag in his hand. Straitening your scarf before locking your door, he barely gave you a moment to put on your knitted pom beanie before he was pulling you by your hand towards the elevator of your building and pushing you out of the revolving doors into the frigid air. Heading to the side where a large park sat adjacent to your complex, he looked around before tugging you along to a spot with a large open space. He nodded to himself, as if to say he’d found the perfect place for his snowman-building escapade. As your boots crunched beneath you, you each began gathering handfuls of snow to make a large base, then packed and sculpted two more spheres. Though you initially protested, you had to admit that it was fun, and the coldness against your cheeks wasn’t bad after a bit, particularly after seeing how happy Jensen was when his finished product towered over yours. He’d managed to gather the majority of the snow within about a six-foot radius of where his snowman stood before piling it high.

“Hey, hey… look at that. An accurate height difference!” He touted, teasing you.

“Oh, hush you. It’s not my fault that you were given the extended version of the human body.” You glared at him playfully.

He laughed as he bent to rummage in the bag he’d brought, producing two carrots. He wiggled them in his hands before handing one to you. He was just about to place it in a very telling place when you grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his direction.

“Jensen!” You berated. “That’s not where the carrot goes! There’s kids out here!”

He stood up slowly, turning to you with a serious smirk, “Did you seriously just throw a snowball at me?”

Wiping your hand on your pantleg quickly, you gave him a mischievous grin, “Who, me? I’d never.”

“Oh, its on!” he declared as he bent to scoop up the little bit of remaining snow in his reach, that which he hadn’t used for his snowman.

Ducking behind your own, he threw and missed, sending the snow flying passed you. A quick grab from around you produced another snowball that you chucked from behind your shield, hitting him square in the chest. The fight lasted for a good while, the two of you trying your hardest to target the other as many times as possible and receiving some laughs and glances from passersby as they walked along the sidewalk. Finally, Jensen gave up and took off towards you, chasing you in circles before he tackled you into the plush ice, pinning you beneath him as he tried to bury you both.

“Jay! Oh my God, stop! Its freezing!” you yelled through your laughter.

“Truce?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in a challenge.

He was still on top of you, his nose and cheeks a bit flushed from the wintry air. He still had that devilish smirk on his face, but his green eyes were soft and something beneath them made your heart flutter slightly in your chest. He scanned your face quickly before glancing towards your lips, but you were quick to snatch another fistful of snow to smash onto his head. Scrambling out from underneath him, you ran as he said something about you being a cheater before he jumped to his feet.

After the war ended and a truce was finally declared, you both put the finishing touches on your snowmen after you found sticks for the arms and coerced Jensen to put the carrot in the right spot. He stood back proudly, admiring your handiwork.

“Hey.” He gestured to you, “C’mere.”

A bit warry that he was going to tackle you again, you came to his side as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and turned on the camera. Pulling you into him, he said, “Gotta have evidence of our masterpieces.” He reached around your waist and tugged you in close, framing both of you and your snowmen in the background. The cold air made the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks change in color, and there was still some snow in your hair from when Jensen wrestled you, but both of you smiled widely. Feeling the scruff of his short beard against your temple and his arms wrapped around you made you think about the way his eyes danced across your face moments ago, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he stepped away from you slightly after he made sure the picture wasn’t too blurry.

“Oh, crap. Is that what time it is?” he said, alarmed, looking at his phone screen. “I have to meet Stacy in an hour.”

Stacy was his publicist and agent, but he usually didn’t meet with her during the hiatus. “You’re meeting Stacy today? What’s up?” you asked, a bit confused.

“She wants to talk to me about this movie. Some sort of romantic drama she thought I may be good for.”

“Oh,” you replied, “that’s great! You didn’t tell me! Would you have to cut back filming the show?” While you were a bit surprised, you were genuinely happy for him.

“Stacy knows Supernatural comes first, so I hope not.”

“Well, let’s get inside so you can warm up and change. I was going to make my mom’s chili and cornbread for dinner tonight, if you want to join me after your meeting.”

The excitement on his face was palpable as his eyes lit up the moment you said it, “You know how much I love your mom’s chili. We’re just meeting for coffee near her office, so I’ll bring the beer.”

As you were walking back into the building, your phone rang. It was Stephen, your boyfriend of three months.

“Stephen, hey.” You said as you entered the elevator, not missing the slight eyeroll that Jensen gave.

“Hey, honey. How are you? I didn’t want to call too early, just in case you were still sleeping after last night.”

“I’m good, thanks. Actually, just got done building a snowman with Jensen.”

A short silence followed, until Stephen spoke up again. “Oh, that’s nice.” He said, his voice noticeably clipped. “Well, I’m going to take my lunch break soon. Would you like to meet up? I can come to your side of town.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll meet you at that café on 3rd in about a half an hour?”

“Sounds great. See you there.”

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you ignore Jensen’s stare as the elevator climbed to your floor.

“So…” he pressed. “Stephen?”

“Yeah, Stephen. We’re going to meet up for lunch while you have your meeting.”

“Hmph.” He huffed.

“Jay, we’ve known each other our whole lives and to this day you’ve never liked a single guy I’ve ever dated. What’s wrong with Stephen?”

“I don’t know. He’s just kind of… meh.”

He wasn’t lying, if you were being truthful. Stephen was meh. He was cute and had nice eyes and dimples, but he didn’t make you laugh. He was a bit dull and your sense of humor didn’t mesh with his well. Still, you thought that it might get a bit better once you got to know each other and began to understand one another more. Your relationship was still very casual, but maybe it could go further? You weren’t really sure, honestly.

“What about you and Laura?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

“I told you… that was nothing.” He quipped as you reached your door. “We went on like three dates.”

“Yeah, the last one being just this past week.”

“Yeah, and it just didn’t go well.”

You let out a small sigh. Discussing your dating lives wasn’t really something the two of you loved to do with each other. Maybe when you were teenagers, yeah. You’d asked each other for advice and gossiped a bit about the people in your high school, but as you grew into adults it just became a subject you both steered away from besides the occasional, hey I’ve got a date conversation. Neither of you had ever really found a person that the other approved of, each finding a reason to be picky every time.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m just deflecting.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I was pushing.” He said sincerely with a small smile. “Well, you enjoy lunch. My meeting’s at 1:30 across town, so I should be back by 4 at the latest. Pick out a movie for us, okay?”

“Sounds great. I will.” With that, he kissed you quickly on the side of your head and went into his apartment as you ducked into yours. You freshened up quickly and changed, grabbing a different peacoat, hat, and scarf as your others were still wet.

It was a short walk to the café, and they had good sandwiches. You were surprisingly hungry, so you were glad to see Stephen waiting outside for you. He gripped your hand tightly and gave you a quick kiss in greeting before leading you into the restaurant. You were seated and ordered quickly, knowing that he would have to return to work soon.

“So, how has your day been?” You asked as you shrugged off your coat, hanging it on the chair behind you.

“It’s been… good.” He muttered.

“Uh oh,” You said, getting his attention as he looked away from you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. I was just surprised to hear that you were with Jensen today. You had mentioned you were going to stay home.”

Stephen smiled, almost in an attempt to let you know that he was trying to be lighthearted about it, but you could tell it bothered him.

“Yeah, when he saw it snowed last night, he just really wanted to make a snowman.” You laughed, trying to steer away from the subject. Stephan wasn’t overstepping, but he also wasn’t going to prevent you from spending time with Jensen. The two of you had been inseparable since, well, practically since birth. Your parents had been the best of friends, so you were pretty much raised together.

“Have you, um…” Stephen began, hesitantly. “I know you’ve been friends forever, but have you ever had feelings for him?”

His blue eyes shown with a slight jealousy as you felt a slight pang to your heart.

“No, of course not.” You managed to say with a steady voice and a smile as you picked up your napkin to place in your lap.

It was a lie, one that you’d been telling for years. At one point in your life, you were in love with Jensen. But, the past was in the past. If Jensen didn’t even know, why should Stephen?

Stephen seemed satisfied with your response for the most part, and the two of you had a pleasant lunch. When you stepped away to use the restroom, your phone chimed. Stephen tried not to even look towards your side of the table where your phone sat, but when he saw Jensen’s name, he read the text quickly before the screen dimmed.

Hey, sweetheart. Finishing up here soon and then I’ll be heading home. Do you need me to grab anything from the store?

Stephen knew the two of you were a package deal, and thought he could honestly be alright with it, but between working together and spending practically all of your time together, he was starting to wonder where he fit in in your life. He busied himself by checking his Instagram as he thought about what he should do and found that Jensen had tagged you in a photo from this morning. The caption was simple, just a few words about the filming hiatus and the first snow of the season, but the two of you were so close. Stephen found himself wishing that you could reserve a smile like that for him, but he had yet to see it.

It hurt, but he knew he couldn’t play second fiddle to Jensen. He cared about you, but perhaps it was better to bow out now.

“Hey, sorry about that.” You said brightly as you got back to the table, smiling. It still didn’t reach your eyes, though.

Stephen leaned forward on his elbows with a sigh, “Y/n, I think we should talk.”

To be continued...

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~ We’re Everything To Each Other That We Ever Needed 2: Back To Black ~

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Chiara Russo (fictional character)

Word count: 3313

Warnings: Smut, swearing.

Summary: Innocent theme party turns into something unexpected.

- Guys what’s the theme of the party? - Victoria shouted while standing in front of her wardrobe.

- Back to black - said Chiara, doing her makeup at the couch.

They were all preparing to go out for the party in one of the theme clubs in Rome. The club was unique, every party meant different dress code, different set up and different place. Damiano found it somewhere on Facebook and since Måneskin had a few days break from Europe tour they all decided to go and have some fun.

- Chi, will you do my eyeliner? - Vic asked coming into the living room.

- Of course, I’ll dress up and I’ll take care of you - Chiara winked to Vic and stood up from the couch.

She went upstairs to Ethan’s room. She left all her thing there since they were going out for the whole night. She opened the door and saw Ethan sitting on his bed with Chili - Victoria’s dog - on his lap.

-Chili - Chiara said coming up to them and taking her in her arms. - mi amore - she kissed her head.

Ethan was looking at the two of them lovingly. Since their steamy night in the hotel room, both of them got even closer with each other. They still didn’t know if relationship was exactly what they wanted at the moment but they were all good with the current situation, they were kissing and cuddling on the couch in front of Vic, Thomas and Damiano without any problem and the three of them were really supportive and understanding. Vic was joking around all the time about their friendship and sending them dirty looks but Chiara and Ethan didn’t mind. She was his first real love, his best friend and both of them decided to leave the things they way they are and eventually change something when the time was right.

- Are you gonna dress up now? - he asked pulling her closer to him, closing the gap between them.

She looked at him lovingly and smiled stroking his cheek with her palm, holding Chili with the second arm. He looked really handsome dressed all in black. Chiara leaned in to him.

- Yes, wanna watch? - she said seductively right before she planted a kiss on his warm lips.

Suddenly Chili started licking their faces, jumping in Chiara’s hands and they pulled away laughing.

- You sweet little Chili - Ethan said stroking her head and taking her from Chiara. - We’re gonna sit now and look while Chi is dressing up for the party, okey? - he said looking Chili into her eyes and putting her next to him on the bed. She barked quietly and pulled out her pink little tongue.

Chiara pulled out her black dress out of the bag along with a lace bra, lace thongs and black heels. She stripped down completely in front of Ethan and stood in front of the mirror. In the back she saw him biting his lip and looking at her hungrily. She was stunning and Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful tattooed body. He always wondered how he’s gotten so lucky to have someone so attractive like Chiara. She took the bra and her thongs and put them on. She looked really sexy. She then put on her heels and Ethan smiled at the image of her dressing down and dancing in front of him later when they’re back in the room. She grabbed the dress put it on and turned to Ethan.

- Can u zip it up? - she came up to him, turning around.

He stood up, gently grabbing the zipper and pulling it up. He pressed his chest to her back and planted a wet kiss on her bare neck. She sighed but pulled away, looking at him.

- Let’s go, Mr Needy. I need to do Victoria’s makeup. - Chiara said pulling Ethan towards the door.

- Can’t she do it by herself? - he said frowning - She’s doing her makeup for our every show, what happened that she can’t do it now? - he asked.

- She asked me to do it for her, now let’s go. - she said and they both went out of the room.

***

They were almost ready to go out. Chiara did Victoria’s makeup and helped Thomas with his tie, while Ethan was putting on his shoes.

- Where’s Damiano? Wasn’t he all dressed and ready to go? - Chiara asked looking around.

- He got a phone call and went upstairs. - Vic said, putting on her red lipstick.

- I’ll go get him. - Chiara said and went upstairs.

She stepped inside Damiano’s room and saw him sitting at the door to the balcony with a cigarette. His head resting on the wall, he looked upset.

- Heyyy, what’s going on? - Chiara said sitting next to him.

He looked at her with puffy eyes, messed up mascara running down his cheeks along with the tears. She was shocked.

- Dam, what happened? - she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to speak to her.

- Giorgia called me, she said she’s leaving Italy and breaking up with me. - Damiano said and let out the smoke from the cigarette. - Do you understand? She broke up with me because she said she’s not able to do long distance and that it’s better for us both to go different ways. - he said with a breaking voice.

- Dami, but.. I don’t get it.. You were both so happy with each other. - Chiara said confused, stroking his back to calm him down.

Damiano and Giorgia were in a relationship for almost 3 years. He always talked about her and was all over her every second. Two weeks ago he told Victoria and Chiara that he’s planning to take her to Florence and propose to her on their three years anniversary. Chiara always thought that nothing will be able to break these two apart. They were inseparable.

- I don’t get it either, I was supposed to take her to Florence next week and propose and she just called me out of nowhere and said that it’s not gonna work between us. - he said looking at Chiara.

- When is she leaving? - she asked

- In 5 days. It’s unbelievable, I didn’t even know about her moving to England. - he said, letting down his head.

- Listen, we have 5 days to fix this. I’ll help you, but now let’s go and have fun. You can’t sit here alone, you’ll dance and party and have fun and tomorrow we will figure everything out. - Chiara said sending Damiano reassuring smile.

- Maybe you’re right, it can’t end like this. Maybe I just need some time out.. - he said slightly smiling back to her.

- Let’s go, they’re all waiting for us. - Chiara stood up and they both went out of Damiano’s room.

***

The music was loud, the lights were going crazy and there were plenty of empty beer bottles and vodka glasses. Chiara ran her hand on Ethan’s back and leaned in to his ear.

- Come dance with me - she said, putting her hand on his thigh.

- Chi, you know I don’t like to dance. - Ethan said politely - Besides, maybe you’ll take a break hm? You look tired. - he said and kissed her cheek.

Chiara was completely stoned. Earlier, she went with Vic and Damiano and they smoked 4 joints together. They went out from the toilet cabin all smiley and laughing and they went to play beer pong. Damiano and Thomas in one team and Vic with Chiara in another. Girls lost and they drank almost all the cups with the bear which made Victoria pass out on the couch next to Ethan.

- Nooo, I don’t want a break, I wanna dance with you. - Chiara said, resting her head on Ethan’s shoulder.

- If you want to dance then go, I’ll gladly watch you move your ass from here - He said laughing.

Ethan wasn’t drunk, but a couple of bears made him more talkative and cheeky.

- Alright, as you wish. - she said standing up, she smiled at him and walked away.

She walked up to dancing people and started moving her body with the rhythm. She was light-headed and she didn’t know what was happening, she wasn’t thinking sober when someone grabbed her hips and started dancing beside her. Chiara turned around to see Damiano completely drunk dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

- Let’s dance together- he shouted into her ear.

Chiara not knowing why started moving her body against his, pulling him closer. He started grinding on her and the desire was clearly seen between them. He touched her thighs and moved his hands up to her hips and her stomach. Chiara didn’t stop him tho. Her body started getting warmer and more tensed. They were both sweaty, enjoying the more and more sexual dance.

- Come with me - he whispered to her ear but loud enough for her to hear him through the music.

- Where? - Chiara asked smiling to him.

- Let’s have some fun - he said winking at her and pulling her after him.

They walked passed all they dancing people and Chiara was excited. Adrenaline rushing in her veins. They reached the toilet. He pulled her inside and closed the door quickly. She didn’t know what was happening. She didn’t protest though, her drunk and stoned mind took the control and a minute later she felt Damiano pushing her on the sink and kissing her. She was overwhelmed and surprised but Ethan was the last person she was thinking about. It sounded bad but at this moment she only focused on Damiano’s hands grabbing her hips and pulling her up so she was sitting on the counter next to the sink. He was kissing her passionately, squeezing her neck firmly and making her moan.

- Dami.. - Chiara sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.

- Do you want to keep going? - he asked kissing her collarbones.

- Ye.. yes.. - she moaned throwing back her head.

He pulled up a bottom of her dress and Chiara found herself unzipping his shorts. He quickly pulled them down and Chiara was surprised when she saw that Damiano wasn’t wearing any boxers. She knew it’s common with him but she was drunk and she completely forgot about everything. A second later she felt his erection inside her, he started off fast and Chiara not expecting such movements grabbed his hair with her one hand and his back with the other. They were making out and Damiano’s pace went faster and faster. She was moaning loud and a warm feeling in her stomach started to build up, letting her now that it won’t take long for her to reach the high.

- Feel good? - Damiano growled with his husky voice and grabbed Chiara’s face to make her look at him.

- Yes.. so good Dami - she moaned, her eyes completely black from desire.

It didn’t take them long until Damiano’s erection started twitching inside her and her walls clenching around him. His moves were sloppy and desperate and they both reached their climax moaning loudly.

Chiara jumped off the counter, breathing heavily. She fixed her dress and brushed her hair with her fingers. Her mascara was a bit messed up but she didn’t care. She turned to Damiano who zipped up his shorts and smirked at her. They both laughed.

- That was good - he said winking at her.

- Yeahhh - she said chuckling.

She opened the door and everything stopped. In front of her she saw Ethan. She turned all read, her mind immediately sobered up and she realized what she’s just done with Damiano. Ethan’s eyes were watery and full of pain. He looked at Damiano with a disgusted face. Chiara turned to him and saw her red lipstick stains on his neck. She didn’t know what to do. She looked at Ethan wanting to say something.

- Save it. You’re both disgusting. - Ethan said and started walking away quickly.

- Ethan, wait! - Chiara chased after him, feeling her cheeks getting wet from the tears.

She just had sex in a club bathroom with his best friend. She felt the guilt taking over her and she felt ashamed of herself. She was chasing after Ethan trying to stop him but he didn’t pay attention to her. And suddenly everything went black. She fell on the floor.

*next morning*

Chiara opened her eyes slightly. Sun was shining through the window and when she pulled herself up on her arms she realized she’s in Ethan’s bed. She grabbed her head trying to remember what happened last night. Suddenly she heard the door opening and second later Ethan entered the room. He looked at her with an emotionless face.

- Ethan - Chiara said and wanted to continue but she was interrupted.

- Don’t fucking talk to me, you’re so pathetic. - Ethan said harshly.

With these words she immediately got a flashback from last night. Dancing, Damiano, bathroom, kissing with Damiano and then having sex with him. She felt so ashamed of herself. Ethan was her everything and she betrayed him just like that with his best friend.

- Ethan.. - she started again.

- I said, don’t say a fucking word - he snapped back to her.

- Please, talk to me .. - she felt tears running down her cheeks.

Ethan was broken. He couldn’t believe that Chiara, his closest person that he opened up to completely, would betray him like that, in a club, in a bathroom, with Damiano. He felt useless at this point, he felt like he wasn’t enough, even for her. He loved her with everything he had and all she did was tear his heart apart.

- Talk about what, Chiara? Huh? You fucked with him! You fucked with Damiano while I was running around the club, worried like an idiot and searching for you! How could you do this to me! How the fuck could you betray me like that! - Ethan shouted to her completely loosing it, tears falling down his face.

- I’m sorry.. I was drunk, and high.. I didn’t know what I was doing.. - she tried to excuse herself. - I really didn’t mean for that to happen.. Please, you have to believe me. I love you and only you.. - she said slowly moving towards the edge of the bed.

- Love me? Don’t be fucking stupid! If you loved me you wouldn’t go with him to this bathroom and let him fuck you, Chiara! If you loved me you would have pushed him away! - he was getting more and more angry.

- Ethan, baby, I was drunk.. I swear I wasn’t thinking straight, I didn’t know what I was doing.. You have to believe me.. - Chiara now stood up and grabbed Ethan’s hand.

- Don’t call me that. - he said harshly throwing back her hand - Tell me, was he better than me? Huh? - he said with venom in his voice.

Chiara stayed silent, she didn’t know, the only thing she remembered was her being pushed on the sink, reaching the orgasm and Ethan’s eyes when he saw her leaving the toilet with Damiano.

- Answer me! - he shouted.

- No.. I don’t know.. I’m sorry.. - she said feeling all the guilt rushing in her veins. She felt disgusting.

Ethan went to the wardrobe, pulled out her dress that she was wearing last night and threw it to her.

- Put this on. - he said without any emotion.

- What? Why? - Chiara was confused, she looked at the dress and then back at Ethan.

- I said put this on. - he said through his teeth.

Chiara stripped down from her oversized T-shirt and put on the dress. Ethan then threw her the heels she was wearing and told her to put them on as well.

- Ethan, what is this all about? - she asked him when he grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her towards the bathroom.

She felt overwhelmed. She didn’t know what he was doing and what was about to happen, she was scared in some way.

Ethan pushed her inside the bathroom and looked at her with his dark, angry eyes.

- You’re gonna tell me every detail, and I will fuck you just the way he did. - Ethan growled and grabbed her face.

- What? But.. - she didn’t know what to say.

- Do as I said.

Chiara was shocked. Ethan never acted like that, she didn’t recognize him at all and she got scared by the way his hands wrapped around her neck.

- You don’t wanna talk now, huh? We’ll se if you’ll moan as loud as you did with him - Ethan pushed her harshly on the counter just the way Damiano did last night and she figured what was happening.

He squeezed her neck, pulled her up on the counter taking off the bottom of her dress and seconds later Chiara felt his tip inside her. She was overwhelmed, scared and ashamed. Ethan was angry, hell.. He was furious, he thrusted inside her harshly making her scream.

- Did he fuck you like this, Chiara? - he said grabbing her face so she was looking at him.

Chiara only moaned and turned all red, embarrassed. Ethan was so much better than Damiano. She knew that from the very first minute she met him. But she was drunk and her stoned mind made her enjoy sex with Damiano which was the worst mistake ever.

- Answer me! - Ethan raised his voice and he started thrusting harder, grabbing Chiara’s hips.

- Yes.. - she moaned loudly.

- Was he better than me? - another question rolled out of Ethan’s mouth.

- No.. no.. he wasn’t - Chiara’s body was sweaty but she felt weird.

Chiara was close to reaching her orgasm and Ethan felt it. He saw guilt and embarrassment on her face and he was proud of himself for making her feel that way. Chiara moaned and her walls started clenching around Ethan’s erection but suddenly he reached his climax thrusting harshly inside her and pulling out before she could reach her high. He did it on purpose.

- What.. what are you doing? - Chiara sighed, her breath heavy.

Ethan looked at her with no emotions. He grabbed her face and right in front of her lips he said:

- I hope you feel as much humiliated as I did when I saw you with him. - he said pushing away her face and looking with her with pure fury and pride in his eyes.

She was sitting at the counter with her dress pulled up, half naked and legs spread apart. She did feel humiliated, she felt betrayed at some point even tho she was the one who cheated and hurt Ethan. Her eyes turned watery and she couldn’t say a word, like a huge stone was stuck in her throat. She was sitting there looking at him shocked, watching his every move. Ethan pulled up his jeans, zipped them up and looked at her one last time.

- Consider us even. - he said.

Chiara could see a rude smirk on his face and tears fell down her cheeks. With that being said, he stepped out of the bathroom, leaving her alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! ❤️

I know It’s long but I hope you got through it.

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mind is just as frail as it's frame, you know i'd leave it alone

billie dean howard x reader

summary: you're fighting a losing game with your disorder, let's hope it's not too late when your ex-girlfriend shows up in your apartment.

warnings: eating disorders (bulimia), depression, sad ending

word count: 1730

a/n: this is basically a vent i dumped into my notes app in one sitting after not being inspired to write for way too long, so, pls don't judge too harshly and pls DONT READ THIS IF IT COULD TRIGGER YOU

gif credits to @mildredratchds

You had fallen into the dark, deep blue again. Time and time again you fell and you fought your way out, you fell and you picked yourself up again. Not this time though, you were drowning and there was nothing you could do to get back to air. You were trapped in this pool of misery as if it was locked on the surface, and there was no way you were getting out of it by yourself.

The last time it got this bad you had Billie, sweet, sweet Billie, who would've sacrificed her life to help you in any shape or form, but she was gone. Her departure left a cavity in your heart, yet you couldn't be mad at her. She had tried. But you locked her out when you needed her the most. There really was no one else to blame for the decaying of your heart, but you.

Nothing particularly bad happened that would've caused you to spiral this extremely, it was simply the fact that everything was bad, everything is bad, and everything would always be bad. In reality, your problems weren't getting worse, but the continuous strain of having to deal with the same troubles every single day was eating away at your resistance. You could feel the energy and willpower to keep going creeping out of your body, leaving you with the empty shell of who you used to be.

You hadn't talked to Billie in months, after repeated tries to break down your walls and being pushed away every single time, she gave up. You did it, you pushed away the one person who truly cared for you. Your mind was clouded by self-hatred and anguish, it was as if your eyes were shielded by a grey layer, making it impossible for the world to look anything but cold and loveless.

There was not a single thing that could spark up the joyous flame inside you. Nothing was even remotely good anymore. Nothing.

You were here, but at the same time, you weren't. As if you had taken a step back from reality. The feeling of not being real blurring the lines between good and bad. At certain moments the light inside you would flicker, pulling you back and guiding you to the right thing. But it was only a flicker. It was weak and it was temporary. The disordered desire to completely destroy yourself was starting to consume you.

Everything was blurry, the line between good and bad, the one between acceptable and inappropriate and most dangerously the one between you and your illness.

Were these your authentic thoughts or were they caused by a disorder?, was a question you often asked yourself, but never actually answered.

You had long reached past the point of not caring, now you wanted it, actively wanted absolute destruction. You resumed all your old unhealthy coping mechanisms and made no effort to stop your current ones.

Who would really care if you died? no one, at least that's what you made yourself believe.

Total isolation from friends and family was necessary so you could spend all your time focusing on your eating disorder.

Instead of spending your nights in the arms of the woman you loved, you spent them hunched over the toilet, hurling your guts out.

You felt weak and disgusting at all times, nothing about what you were doing was anywhere near glamorous. Well... except if anyone finds choking on your own vomit or all kinds of gross digestive issues glamorous.

You couldn't recognize the girl starring back at you in the mirror, who the hell even was this red-eyed girl? Her puffy cheeks stood out to you immediately. Snot, vomit, and bile were running down her face, probably picking at her skin. And her eyes... well, except for tears and popped blood vessels there was nothing in them. Not a single glimpse of happiness or remains of a person.

It was a heartbreaking sight that left you cold.

Dizzily you walked to your bed, too tired to do anything. The tiny remains of energy you had left you with the content of your stomach.

It was 5 in the evening and you were laying in bed, staring at the spinning ceiling, until your eyes fell shut.

Your friends had contacted Billie, she was the only one who used to be able to help you at least a little bit. She was there for you, always, and she never judged. She stood by you in your darkest times, supportively holding your hand and not letting go even when the going got tough. You were constantly terrified of dragging her down with you, the last thing you wanted was to rob the world of her angelic presence.

She would hold you close when you were down, which was admittedly most days. She would clean your apartment and do your laundry, things you didn't feel like you could do in the state you were in.

She loved you and you loved her.

Of course, you returned the favors, you were there for her as well, but you knew it was different. It was a bigger challenge being with someone so deeply intertwined with their illness, but she still did it.

She was your everything, and you had lost her.

Not only was she your light in this pitch-black hole others called life, but she was also your soulmate. The one you laughed with most. The one who got you, everything about you. You shared a myriad of beautiful moments that outshined any bad time for her. She wanted to marry you one day, of course, you didn't know that until you kicked her out of your apartment and discovered a red, velvet box weeks later when you finally cleaned out her drawer.

You were moody, irritable, impulsive, and horribly depressed. It seemed as if your actions didn't have consequences, life was a game of numbers. Calories in. Calories out. Nothing else mattered.

You felt no remorse when things ended with Billie. The realization only really hit you when you found the 18 carat Tiffany diamond.

For a second your eyes opened wide and your lips curled into a smile, despite having ruined the surprise proposal. Then, boom, it hit you and your heart crumbled. There was no surprise to ruin, anymore. You two were done. She didn't need you, she had moved on, appearing with a new side-piece on the covers of tabloids weekly.

Why would you even care though? You ended things. you could hear a painful laugh erupting from you, you didn't need her, you didn't need anyone, not when you had your innermost nervosa.

Eyes wide and dead, smile big and stiff, you looked horrifying. But what did it matter? Sanity was a hoax anyways.

When your friends called Billie she dropped everything for you, like she always had and always would. The second she heard how you were behaving, her heart rate went sky high. It was happening again, and this time, she wasn't there to throw you a lifejacket, this time, you were drowning on your own.

It was 6 in the evening, and you were laying in your bed, facing the now still-standing ceiling.

Billie chuckled to herself as she used the spare key you hid in your not-so-secret-secret hiding spot to open your front door. The apartment was just how you had left it.

After you had practically inhaled the kitchen until you were painfully full and then, of course, ritualistically aggressively forced your hand down your throat to un-do what just happened. That's what appealed to you about bulimia. The control. Life didn't have an undo button, so you had to create one for yourself. You cheated in the dirtiest games of them all and your pride overthrew every bit of rationality that was left. Not once did the thought "I shouldn't be doing this" enter your mind, this was after all normal to you, blurry, but normal.

It doesn't work that way though, you can't undo anything or cheat your way through life just because you're unable to give up control. And a part of you knew that, a part of you wanted to listen to what your therapist had told you. She was right, you could drop dead at any second, the chances of having a sudden heart attack rising after every heave.

The smell of vomit invaded the medium's nose when the door creaked open, and her heart sunk. She wanted so badly to help you through this, stand by you, and overcome this with you, but you wouldn't let her. You made it impossible for her to be apart of your life. She had no energy to keep up the fight and so she left, like you wanted her to, like you said you wanted her to.

She called out your name. no response. you must be asleep somewhere, she thought. Your ex-girlfriend made her way through the food packages and dirty dishes on the floor to the bathroom, it wouldn't be the first time she'd find you passed out on the cold ceramic tiles. She flushed the toilet and wiped down the blood and vomit-covered toilet seat before stopping in the doorway to collect herself. Fiddling with her pearl necklace before taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom.

It was 6:10 in the evening when Billie switched off the light in the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, her red pumps echoing through your deadly silent apartment. She stopped in her tracks and seriously considered cleaning for a second, like she used to do for you when you were dating.

She missed you, a lot. She missed seeing the relief on your face when you entered your freshly cleaned kitchen after beating yourself up for nights for not being able to just. Do. IT. She missed the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at her, she missed your bear-hugs and cuddles, she missed everything about you. Billie shook her head, cleaning could wait, she needed to talk to you.

It was 10 past 6 in the evening and you were laying in your bed, which was how Billie found you a few seconds later.

Because everything was just how you had left it. Dirty dishes on the floor. Lights on. Vomit in the toilet. A lifeless body facing the ceiling.

[thedarkrose17]

I wanted to try and expand Sol and asked a fellow 15 fan for some questions they found and was using to figure out their 14 characters

Under the cut cause it's long very long

1. How do they present themselves to others?

I like to think Sol's presents himself as a confident but dumb guy. Someone who'll dive headfirst into stuff. Pure of heart dumb of ass pretty much. Sometimes though may come off as someone who's kind of very much done with somethings or people. Depends on if he likes them

2. Do they like animals?

Man's a cat boy

He does. A lot of his minions/pets? ish are animals.

3. How do they dress?

His outfits vary a lot. Usually he likes to glam horns on his head but outfits tend to change a lot from cropped tops, to puffy jackets, v cut jackets. He favours things dyed black though

Currently it's like this until next expansion pack but he's now wearing a white sweet pea necklace too

4. How many languages do they know?

One. Pretty much

5. How big is their family?

I'm unsure how many. I'm torn between 2 or 3 siblings. He also has a father from the sun seeker tribe and a mother from the moon tribe I'm unsure on names sadly

I feel like the siblings maybe named after moons or planets

6. What is their purpose in the story?

His purpose basically is to be the hero, save the world, people and at times explore new places

7. Do they know how to fight?

Yep :) he's trying to main two different classes but he's tried a few others.

He mainly sticks as the reaper class but he does switch to the dancer class too at times

8. What is their back story?

His backstory is he left his moon tribe when he turned into an adult because he had a thirst for adventure. He wanted to gain more power so he could help people in need. Plus he wanted to see what the world was like outside of the tribe

9. Why is their name, their name?

Solis Oriole. Solis coming from Sol which is latin for sun and Oriole meaning golden.

He used to be Octavia so eighth sun but I didn't want him to be tied to a show I wasn't crazy about 😅

10. Do they have any nick names?

I call him Sol for short. I like to think some of his friends do too but I feel some are still very formal with his name

11. Do they have a romantic interest?

Ori Vesper (future husband who I'm trying to figure out what kind of person he is)

12. How do they cope with struggles?

He tends to keep them to himself and tries to deal with them solo. It's hard sometimes though

13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?

His friends/co workers, spouse

14. How do they react to someone dying?

He goes quiet, grits his teeth and tries his hardest not to cry in front of others he's supposed to be strong for everyone. He's unfortunately seen a lot of death and sadly he's gotten used to it. Doesn't make it hurt less though

15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?

-witty

- kind

- loyal

- stupid (just peak himbo truly)

-impulsive/foolhardy (he's jumped into battles without thinking/without support)

16. How did they become a character?

I forget how I found the game but I just prefer making non human characters in fantasy games. So I just maybe spent an hour or more trying to make him/exploring options

Sorry I dunno fully how to answer this 😅

17. Do they get along with others?

Mostly but there's some people he's like 😒 over

18. What flaws do they have?

He's not very smart and sometimes rushes into things without thinking. Also just bottles things up and thinks he can handle struggles solo

Unsure if it's a flaw but he tends to put others before himself. If he died in battle or got gravely injured which for the latter he has been he'd be happy as long as he saved people/no one else suffered

19. How do they influence the story?

Basically he's like a main character so he tends to influence it a lot whenever he defeats someone bad or saves people /the world

20. What do they look like?

Basically a male miqo with fangs, red eyes, black and grey hair like the picture above. He used to have yellow eyes like his mother but I hc making a deal with a voidscent changed his eyes to red

21. What are their hobbies?

He really enjoys fishing and working on his island farm, tending to his crops and animals, buying new clothes for glamours

22. What are their ticks?

If I'm answering right

The main one is random ear flicks he just does it sometimes without realising or when he's happy

Zoomies for one too

Also just randomly knocking shit off/over

Just does some stuff cats do

23. Do they like children?

He works with/maybe lowkey adopted two. One would kill him if she heard him say that. Alphi and Ali are his family now sorry

He adores them. He wants the world to be a safe haven for them

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

He's been around a fair few for a while. He's unphased by them. Hell he has a fair few on his farm

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

He knows better not to prank as some would probably kick his arse plus he'd be pretty hopeless with pranks

26. Do they have any survival skills?

Surprisingly yes. He knows fishing so he could fall back on that if he needed to. He's learned to make a fire and has some basic cooking skills.

He might be able to make a shelter for himself too nothing amazing but enough to protect him

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

Street smart. He doesn't read too often

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Usually he'd fight his way out of it

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?

None? He puts others wants before his own

I guess maybe personality if it came to it

30. What music do they enjoy?

He doesn't have a favourite but he enjoys all sorts whatever he hears bards in the square playing really

31. How do they overcome obstacles?

By trying to fight them whether it be physically or mentally

Fighting is the main thing he knows. His go to so to speak

32. When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break?

Stronger

33. Do they have any special powers?

He's got the powers of a voidscent/demon I guess on his side. Who can take him over and give him more power

34. How do they change throughout the story?

He goes from being a wide eyed clueless adventurer to a somewhat maybe battle hardened hero who's dealt with a lot of death and trauma

35. Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit?

The main scions, Sol's pretty close to. Some he sees like family like Alphi and Ali. And some like G'raha and Estinien he sees as best friends/maybe has a crush on them I'm unsure still

36. How is their family life?

It's pretty good, healthy. He sends letters to his family whenever he can and visits when he's free

37. Are they likable?

Very likable

38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero?

Hero

39. Do they make questionable choices?

Sometimes. By questionable if it's stupid then yes. Man said he'd drink an entire lake to find something (he would have)

40. How do they become who they are?

Through experience, trauma, friendships and time

If this is the right answer to this 😅

41. How was their childhood?

Fairly chill and normal pretty much. Uneventful? I guess nothing bad really happened. Maybe sheltered due to him growing up mostly surrounded by miqos and no other races

42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?

Not really

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?

Surprisingly fairly quickly. He just focuses on the task at hand

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar

Fairly casually maybe swears a lot

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Nope

46. When is their birthday?

25th sun of the 5th umbral moon or

25th of October (may have picked it cause a character I like has that birthday)

47. Are they quick to judge?

No he tries not to be

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

Emotions, trauma

49. Do they act different around different people?

Yes he's more casual around friends and more >:( around people he dislikes

50.Do they enjoy the arts?

He likes dancing pretty much

51. Do they like science?

He's not very smart but he's studied some alchemy. Didn't stick with it

52. Are they more emotional or logical?

Emotional maybe

53. How do they deal with their emotions?

He tries to bottle stuff up until he's alone then the floodgates open

54. How do they cope with sadness?

He's got depression. He's experienced a lot of sadness but he just powers through it. I feel like he just goes silent sometimes

55. What is something they care about?

Family, friends, where he lives, fishing

56. Would they die for anyone/anything?

100%

57. What do they do when they are happy?

Flicks his ears, grins showing off his fangs

Probably goofs around with his powers, dances

58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples- messy, lazy, childish, caring ect.

Caring probably at points childish/dorky too. A disaster around pretty men

Put him in a room with a pretty man he'll either try to be smooth and flirt or turn bright red and stutter no inbetween. (100% was like this with his hubbie)

59. Do they have a phrase they use over and over?

Not really

60. In a crowed room are they in the corners, sides, or in the middle?

Sides. He's assessing people. Also probably reluctant to sit at a table with a drink cause last time he did someone poisoned his drink and that still traumatises him to this day

61. Are they comfortable being in a crowed room?

He's somewhat introverted so not always

62. How do they relax?

Fishing or listening music or just go to his farm island

63. Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically?

No

64. Do they like to dance?

Very much so

65. How do they get around their environment? Examples - horses, bike, vehicle

Mostly chocobo, car sometimes creatures/other animals

66. What is their pet peeve(s)?

Things that bug him I think loud noises. I feel like since he's miqo and their cat people he has sensitive ears and loud noises bother him

Probably loosing bait when fishing too

And just a certain couple of ascians and a certain prince Zenos

67. Do they have a disability?

No

68. How do they react to getting flowers?

He'd be flattered and maybe turn all blushy and stutter if they're from a cute man/his hubbie

69. Would they ever wear a flower crown?

He has :)

70. Do they like themselves?

He's pretty ok with himself

71. Who do they dislike?

Zenos, Ascians, at one point the twins dad

There's a list

72. What is their motto?

He doesn't really have one

73. Do they have any markings on their body?

He has facial tattoos that look like stripes but no scars

74. Have they ever been abused?

No

75. What is their biggest fear?

Corruption, loosing all his friends and loved ones, failure, not being good enough

76. What are their goals?

Save people pretty much, protect his loved ones and friends

77. How do they go about achieving their goals?

By keeping strong so he can save and protect others

78. Do they have a fight or flight response?

Fight

79. Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves?

A fair few people mostly the scions and his family

80. How would they fair in zombie apocalypse?

He'd do pretty well his weapon is long and he can warp plus has voidscent to help him

81. Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant?

Facial ones. Not really they just look like tiger stripes

Also currently red cherry blossom branch running up his arm to his neck (in a perfect world I could keep the tattoo on him forever T-T)

82. Are they good at mental math?

Nope rather hopeless

83. Do they get along with others?

He mostly does unless they're trying to hurt people or hinder him

84 Are they lazy?

No

85. Are they self motivated?

Yes

86. How do they cope with anger?

He tends to focus it in battle sometimes but mostly he's fairly good at coping with it

87. Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless?

Yes at points he has been but managed to pull through

88. Are they organized or messy?

Both ish. His inventory can be a mess and chocobo saddles but his apartment is organised ish

89. Can they remember a lot of information at once?

He tries to

90. What is their occupation?

Reaper when he's doing hero stuff and fisherman when he's off duty

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Others tend to respect him cause they like him

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

If he couldn't reach his family, he'd want to see the scions

He'd probably try to tell them how much he's enjoyed fighting alongside them and being their friend

Probably would cry too which yeah rarely does around others if many people

93. How do they deal with stress?

Focusses it into a hobby when he gets the chance to

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?

You'd think the latter but he's more submissive just can act dominate at times

95. Do they have a pet?

Many pets 😅 so many

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

He has a couple of scythes and some chakrams too

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

He lives in the housing area in Ul'dah called the The Goblet. In an apartment. At some point I like to imagine he gets a house with Ori but for now they're crammed in an apartment room

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Deep breathing exercises, going for rides

99. Are they co-dependent?

No he prefers his own company

100. Are they a day, or night person?

100% night owl

[moonlit-han]

plus one ↠ lee minho

genre: friends to lovers, almost-fake dating au (femme reader) word count: 6.2k warnings: swearing, suggestive (gets steamy at the end), alcohol consumption request: yes (anon) a/n: so this turned out about twice as long as i expected it to . . . there’s a lot to do before you can actually go to a wedding. oh and this includes a guest appearance from park seonghwa of ateez. i promise i think he’s lovely in reality!

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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You were just sitting down to enjoy a nice cup of tea, which you’d been looking forward to all day, when your phone buzzed. Without even looking at the screen, you already knew who it would be—there was only one person in your life with such uniformly strange timing.

min😼: hey y/n….could you do me a favor? y/n: ……what do you want, minho…. min😼: so my  v e r y  rich cousin’s wedding is coming up and i need a plus one. it’s fancy, so they want everyone to partnered up and shit min😼: and there will be food. it’ll be good bc these are the rich cousins y/n: oooooh okay, sure! i’m always down for sort of crashing a wedding. when is it? min😼: it’s next weekend min😼: shit please tell me you have a fancy dress y/n: lee minho, are you seriously telling me i have to go buy a fancy dress?? min😼: maybe;;;; y/n: you’re coming with me and paying for half min😼: sure, fine with me y/n: wait seriously? you’re actually gonna do that? min😼: yeah, why not? y/n: nvm~ y/n: so should we go dress shopping tomorrow evening? min😼: sounds good to me! want me to pick you up after i get off work? y/n: 👉🏼👈🏼 please? min😼: you’re damn lucky you’re cute. y/n: see you then!

You closed your phone, still trying to process the fact that you were going to a wedding with Minho. He was a good friend—you’d met a few years ago and had a bit of a love-hate relationship. But ultimately, you agreed that being friends would be much better than not. In the time since, you’d become those kinds of friends who casually held hands, cuddled whenever possible, and shared clothes more than Minho actually realized. (You’d gotten quite good at stealing his t-shirts and sweatpants).

Your friends were convinced the two of you should date but you both just waved them off. Even his family thought you were dating—Minho hadn’t exactly told them they were wrong, though, unbeknownst to you. And now here you were about to go to a wedding with him. When you woke up that morning, you definitely hadn’t been expecting that. But now, you were actually looking forward to what would certainly be a memorable occasion.

Minho picked you up around 5:15 pm and you headed to the mall, circling the parking lot for a few minutes until you found a spot. When you exited the car, the wind blew your hair into your eyes; you heard your traitor of a friend snort as he saw what had happened. Getting your hair back under control, you walked toward the mall entrance. Once inside, you started in the direction of the large department store. But before you could Minho pulled you along with him instead.

At your confused look, he said, “If we’re getting you a dress for a black-tie wedding, then we’re getting you a good quality one.” You opened your mouth to object, thinking of how much it would cost. “No, don’t argue, Y/N.”

Deciding it would be best not to go against Minho when he clearly had a plan, you just closed your mouth and went with it. Minho let go of the fabric of your tank top after several strides, but made sure that you stayed with him—the mall was more crowded than you’d expected. So, after almost losing twice, Minho decided to just go for it and hold your hand. He pulled you close to his side, his hand familiar and reassuring in yours. 

You made your way to what you suspected was the most expensive formalwear boutique in the entire mall, feeling self-conscious in your jeans and tank top. The shop attendant, a cheery elderly woman, came hurrying up to you and Minho, fluttering around you rather like a butterfly. 

“Hello, I’m Violet! How may I help you all? What’s the special event?” she chirped, giving the two of you what she must have thought was a sly smile.

Crap, you thought, we must look like a couple. Again. You tried to extricate your hand from Minho’s, but he just shifted to lace his fingers with yours and held on tight.

“We’re attending a black-tie wedding,” Minho said, straight to the point as always. “I already have my tuxedo, but Y/N, here, needs a dress. Do you have anything in burgundy?”

You looked at Minho, not expecting him to take the lead in buying a dress, much less choose a color. 

“Of course!” said Violet. “Y/N, was it? If you’ll follow me so we can get your measurements and such? Your gentleman friend can wait on the sofa over there.” She pointed to a sleek looking seating area clearly meant for those who accompanied the boutique’s many clients.

“I’d prefer to come back with her and see the dresses,” Minho said, surprising you yet again. The attendant’s smile grew wider as, still holding your hand, Minho walked with you through the maze of evening gowns to the fitting rooms.

“Oh, well, all right,” the elderly woman agreed grudgingly. “But I must insist you stay out of the dressing room. That would simply be one step too far, young man!”

Minho laughed lightly and assured her, “I’ll stay well away, madam. No worries.”

“You had better.” Violet turned to you, holding out a tape measure and a little pad of paper with a miniature pen attached to it. “Have you measured yourself before? Good. Just write it all down and we’ll see what size you need.”

You glanced back at Minho before entering the dressing room—he was leaning against the wall opposite from the Violet, as far from your dressing room as he could get. After a few minutes of wrestling with the tape measure, you emerged and handed over the pad of paper.

“Okay, my dear,” Violet said, “come with me and we’ll see about some styles. What colors, besides burgundy, would you like to try on?”

You thought for a moment, following carefully through the racks upon racks of dresses and suits.  “Emerald, black, and teal,” you said before you thought better of saying you’d wear black to a wedding. 

Nodding, Violet stopped in front of a long display of gowns that ranged from a deep red that was almost black to the brightest red you’d ever seen. “I’ll just go see what I can find for you, dear,” she said before moving off.

Your eyes darted from dress to dress to dress, the shades and fabrics nearly overwhelming you—you’d never seen so many formal gowns in one place before. Occasionally, you took down a dress to look at it more closely, and soon your arms were weighed down with ten dresses. As you made your way back to the fitting rooms, Violet reappeared carrying five dresses of her own, all in the colors you’d mentioned.

“Now, you just go in there and get these on as best as you can, and I’ll help you with any zippers or ties that you can’t get to.” Violet smiled kindly as she ushered you into the fitting room.

You undressed and slipped the first gown on, trying not to step on the hem, but it was difficult not to. The dressmakers seemed to have assumed that everyone was unusually tall. After straightening the neckline a little and smoothing your hair, you stepped out of the fitting room. 

“So, how do you like it?” you asked Minho, who was still lounging against the wall.

“Eh,” he shrugged, “I’m not crazy about the color, but your hips look great.”

“You—” you began, but stopped because you were in public. Now he commenting on your hips! That was a new one. So, you went back to try on another dress. Each of the next five dresses you paraded in front of your friend somehow didn’t live up to whatever expectations he had for your gown.

You sighed and pouted a little after the sixth dress. “Min, what’s wrong with this one? I like it, plus it’s comfortable! And I’m the one wearing it, anyway.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know this side of the family. They expect everything and everyone to be and look perfect.”

“Well, shit,” you grumbled.

“Here,” Minho offered, “I’ll go see if I can find you a dress. Just sit tight for a minute.” Before you could say anything to the contrary, he’d turned and headed into the maze of gowns.

“Your Minho is sweet, offering to find you a dress,” Violet said as she helped you unzip the dress.

“I guess,” you said grudgingly. “I’m not sure he actually knows what to look for, though.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Violet grinned at you in the mirror.

While you waited, you looked back through the dresses you’d already tried on, thinking you’d choose one in case Minho couldn’t find the perfect dress himself. The deep teal dress kept drawing your eye, but you weren’t sure if it was too formal. 

“Y/N?” Minho called from outside the fitting room. “Open up so I can give you this dress.”

You took the dress, just barely peaking out from behind the door, and hung it on one of the hooks specifically for the gowns. It was, as you’d suspected, a deep burgundy and not too puffy in the skirt. You weren’t sure about the beading around the bodice, though. But, you’d try it on for Minho—even if just to prove him wrong if it looked horrible.

After struggling with the corseting in the back, you decided to ask for Violet’s help. Ever obliging, she slipped into the changing room and helped lace you into the gown. Somehow, it fit perfectly and you didn’t even have to hold your breath or anything.

When he saw you in the gown, Minho wolf-whistled. “Damn, Y/N,” he said appreciatively. “You look . . . hot. Yeah.” He paused. “Now aren’t you glad I picked a dress for you? I even made sure it wasn’t too expensive.”

“Yeah, thank you, Min,” you said, smiling at him. “I really look hot?” Suddenly, you were very conscious of the dress’s low neckline.

“No, you look really hot. It’s the best one so far. Is it comfortable?”

“I— Okay, I guess I’ll get this one, then,” you said, surprised at how easy a decision it was. “It’s actually super comfortable.”

“Perfect,” Minho said. “Everyone will be entranced by how gorgeous you are.”

Trying to ignore that last comment, you said, “And, um, Violet? Could you help me again?” You were a bit embarrassed to be buying a piece of clothing you couldn’t get into by yourself. Your roommate would just have to help.

As you changed back into your street clothes, Violet and Minho went up to the register. You thought over how much you’d be paying for the dress, and were quite glad that Minho had agreed to pay for half. 

“So,” you said as you reached the register, “how much do I owe?”

Violet gave you a little wink. “You don’t owe anything, dear. It’s all taken care of. There was even a discount on this dress!”

You turned on Minho. “You didn’t….”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Okay?” Minho almost sounded defensive, but maybe he was just tired.

“But I—”

“I said don’t worry about, babe,” Minho interrupted. “See? Now I don’t have to get you a birthday present this year.” Minho sent you a sly grin and a wink. You just rolled your eyes.

“You’ll have to excuse me for saying so,” Violet tittered, breaking the slight tension in the air, “but you two make such a lovely couple. It seems to me you’ll be planning your own wedding soon!”

You blushed. You knew you blushed. How could you not have?

“Thank you, ma’am,” Minho said smoothly. “That’s still quite far in the future, though.” He gave Violet one of his winning smiles that never ceased to make parents, teachers, disagreeable elderly ladies, and, of course, you feel like the most important and lovely person in the world.

“Oh! Well, whenever the happy day is, I wish you both well. Enjoy!” Violet handed you the long dress bag and waved as you left the store.

“Lee Minho, what exactly was that all about?” you demanded once you were well away from the boutique.

“What was what all about?” Minho replied, feigning innocence as he ambled along, hands in his pockets.

“You know what.” You tried not to sound petulant. “Why did you pretend we’re getting married or something?”

“It makes ladies like her happy to think of the younger generation settling down. Besides, she seemed like she needed something exciting in her life. Now, she’ll just spend the rest of the day imagining our wedding, even though she’ll never see us again. See? She gets a daydream and we got the clearly made-up “Cute Couple Discount.” Minho slung an arm around your shoulders, jostling you slightly. “Come on, buttercup,” he chuckled, “am I really that hideous for you to hate even pretending?”

Still nonplussed, you shook your head and shoved Minho with your hip—that didn’t stop him from keeping his arm around your shoulders, though. You didn’t reply, since the truth was too embarrassing to even admit.

↠↞

You cursed yourself for a fool as you tried to put on the dress for the wedding. Today just had to be the day your roommate wasn’t around. First, you’d tried lacing it up with the dress back-to-front and slipping it around yourself to just tighten the laces. When that didn’t work, you tried lacing it up loosely and then pulling tight. It still wouldn’t cooperate. Well, there was only one thing for it now. 

y/n: ….min you’re on your way, right? min😼: yeah of course y/n: i need help with my dress😩🙃😩 min😼: ok. i’ll be there in 5 mins y/n: thanks!!! you’re the best!!!!😭💕💕💕 min😼: i know

You hurriedly wrestled your hair into a bun, thankful that you could get away with such a simple style. With your makeup already done, you waited by the door, your shoes and a small clutch in one hand and the other holding up the bodice of your dress. This was going to be . . . interesting.

Minho knocked the door and you called, “It’s open!” just as he discovered that very thing. The door opened and—

Lee Minho in a tuxedo was a sight to behold. You wolf-whistled, smirking at your best friend. In response, Minho just raised his eyebrows and inclined his head toward you, as if to say, “You don’t look bad yourself.” You noticed twin flags of pink on his cheeks, too.

“Okay,” Minho said, taking a deep breath as he saw you waiting there in the entryway, “turn around. It’s just simple lacing, right?”

“It should be simple,” you grumbled, “but not for me!”

“I’ve got it, buttercup.” You smiled at that—Minho had recently taken to calling you that nickname far more often than before. “Hold the dress up until I’ve got most of the laces done up, okay?”

Without hesitation, Minho deftly began to draw the laces through the eyes of the corset, occasionally grumbling when one didn’t cooperate. Shortly, you were laced into your dress and Minho was tightening everything to your comfort level. His breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck was horribly distracting.

“Is this good?” he asked. “I don’t want to squish your lungs.”

“I’m fine! It’s actually perfect” You turned to face Minho, and he had to step back quickly so as not to be hit in the nose with the crown of your head.

“All right, then let’s get going. I don’t want to be late—they’d never forgive me.” Minho then tried to shunt you out your own door, but you threatened him with one of your heels.

While the wedding wasn’t too far outside the city, it would still take you and Minho an hour to get there. You hoped it wouldn’t be too hot, since there was nothing worse than body odor on formalwear. Lifting the hem of your dress, you all but clambered into Minho’s car and buckled your seatbelt. A moment later, you were heading toward the highway, your windows down and Minho easily guiding the car between the light traffic. He even let you choose which music you’d listen to—a rare honor. One or two people glanced over at you at stoplights, but you ignored them. What was wrong with dressing up a little . . . or a lot?

“I just want to tell you a few things before we get there,” Minho said when you were ten minutes away from the venue. You nodded. “Like I said, these are the rich cousins. Everyone will be dressed in black tie attire and acting like they know how to behave. They don’t. I don’t particularly want to get boisterously drunk, but most everyone else will. I can’t promise there won’t be debauchery, especially since it’s an outdoor wedding—lots of shadows to slip off to.” He paused, thinking of what else to warn you about. “Oh, and then there’s Great-Aunt Mia. She’s a handful, to say the least, and likes to comment on everyone’s life decisions. Even if she doesn’t know you, she’ll still find some way to be condescending.”

You gave Minho an incredulous look. “And why exactly did you want to go to this wedding if it’s going to be such a shit show?”

“Hey, it won’t be that bad,” Minho countered. “But yeah, I think that’s all I wanted to say.”

“I’ll just stick with you, since I won’t know anyone there,” you said brightly.

As he turned down the long drive lined with an old yew hedge that led to the mansion on whose grounds the wedding would occur, Minho flashed a radiant smile at you.

It was going to be good night.

↠↞

The wedding ceremony itself was beautiful, and you were almost moved to tears along with everyone else, despite not knowing the newlyweds. And no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Minho was sitting next to you, his thigh warm against yours and impossible to ignore. When everyone stood to congratulate the happy couple, Minho put his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing the back of your neck. While cuddling and causal touches were normal between the two of you, something had definitely changed in the past week and you weren’t sure what to make of it.

There was a bit of time between the actual ceremony and the reception, so you and Minho decided to go back to his car and nap. It felt a little odd napping in a formal gown, but you didn’t much care. Sleep was always important in your world. You and Minho laid the seats back as far as they’d go and rolled all the windows down to tempt in a breeze. Just as you were falling asleep, you felt Minho’s hand slip into yours. As if on reflex, you laced your fingers in his. 

When you woke to Minho’s obnoxious alarm song, you were still holding hands.

“Ready to party?” Minho wiggled his eyebrows at you, sitting up. “We get to see my relatives make fools of themselves!”

“Oh, you know I am. That’s my favorite pastime,” you said, clapping your hands like an excited child.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Minho said, and you reached out to swat him.

Once you stood outside the car, you decided to redo your bun—you didn’t particularly want to look like you’d just been asleep—but, Minho gently stopped you.

“It looks better loose,” he said, reaching out to carefully place your hair so it sweetly framed your face. It was such a tender gesture that it made your heart ache. So, you left your hair down and, still hand-in-hand with Minho, made your way toward the large tent under which the celebration was just getting under way. 

For dinner, you and Minho were seated with some of his younger cousins and their friends. You felt utterly out of your depth, since you didn’t spend much time with fifteen year-olds. They peppered the two of you with questions about adulthood. Thankfully, Minho had been right: there was more than enough food and it was delicious. The wine to go with dinner was excellent, too. You had to stop yourself from going back for thirds of one dish. And when the cake came out, you could barely contain your glee over how good it was. Minho even managed to put a dab of icing on your nose, and laughed himself silly at your look of betrayal.

As tradition dictated, the newlyweds had the first dance. It was sweet and a bit somber. You held back as Minho went to dance as soon as everyone else was invited to dance. The younger cousins flocked to the dance floor like geese. Minho danced exuberantly, joyously, and you couldn’t help smiling at him whenever he faced you. Without his suit coat, he could move freely as any leaf on the wind, and all too quickly, he was lost to you as more and more people flooded the dance floor.

“Hey,” a voice behind you said. You hadn’t noticed anyone approach as you watched a couple in front of you dance their hearts out. Looking up, your eyes met those of an incredibly handsome young man you’d seen in the bridal party. His tuxedo looked so normal that it practically screamed that it cost more than you’d care to imagine.

You gave him a mildly confused look. “Hello?”

“Oh, come on, that’s no way to talk to a kind gentleman simply saying ‘Hello,’” the man said.

“I don’t know you,” you said uncertainly. 

“True. Park Seonghwa at your service.” He left space at the end of the sentence, expecting you to provide your name. You didn’t. But that didn’t stop him. “So,” he continued, pulling out a chair next to you and straddling it, “what’s a beautiful woman like you doing sitting over here when you could be dancing?”

“I just didn’t feel like dancing yet,” you said, keeping your voice even, and took a sip of your wine. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Seonghwa looked affronted. “Do you see this suit? There’s no way I can dance in this!”

You laughed—you couldn’t help it, not when this preening popinjay was being so ridiculous. And, of course, he took your laughter as a sign that he was doing something right and proceeded to shift his chair closer to yours. A waft of his cloying cologne hit you like a freight train and you coughed lightly, leaning away.

“If I’m supposed to dance in this gown, then you can definitely dance in that suit,” you said mockingly.

“Ah! Care to dance with me, then, beautiful?” Seonghwa stood and held out his hand, expecting you to take it. He had the air about him that he was used to getting what he wanted. “Or we could go somewhere private and I can show you my . . . moves.”

“No, I don’t. I’m not going to dance or do anything else with someone I just met, especially one so cocky as you.” You turned away from Seonghwa to resume watching the guests dancing. A moment later, your view was eclipsed by the thing very person you were trying to avoid.

“Could you move?” you asked peevishly. “Whatever you want, I’m not interested.”

“Why don’t you want to dance with me, hmm?” Seonghwa demanded. “Aren’t I handsome enough?”

“Is that all you can talk about? How handsome you are?” you snapped. “I said I’m not interested, and that should be enough.” Your thoughts raced—usually only one thing worked on guys like this. “Besides, I have a boyfriend.”

Seonghwa made to grab your hand to pull you out of your seat, but stopped as a hand clasped his shoulder. “Ah. Seonghwa. I shouldn’t be surprised. Kindly fuck off, won’t you?” Minho said as brightly as the glint of sunlight off a lake on a summer’s day. His hair was slightly disheveled from dancing, but that didn’t stop him from looking like a prince to you. In fact, it only helped.

“Minnie!” Seonghwa cried, turning to face Minho. “It’s good to see you! It’s been too long.”

“Hmm, I’d say not long enough,” Minho muttered, but Seonghwa wasn’t paying attention.

“I was just about to dance with— You know, I never did catch this lovely creature’s name.”

“And I’m still not going to give it to you,” you insisted, angry that you’d been called a “lovely creature.”

“Seonghwa, really. Go bother someone else.” Minho’s voice was still calm, but it had an edge to it. “I’m tired of your shit.” 

“Oh, I see how it is,” Seonghwa said, looking between you and Minho. Then, sensing that he couldn’t charm his way out of this situation, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Letting out a sigh, Minho came to stand by you and gently rubbed your back. The cut of your gown was such that his hand only met bare skin, and you felt a shiver pass over you. A few minutes passed as you both simply watched the gyrating crowd.

“Is he always like that?” you asked suddenly.

Minho looked down at you, brows furrowed slightly. “Hmm?”

“Is Seonghwa always such a dick? I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so insufferable and narcissistic,” you run a hand through you hair, the picture of annoyance.

“Yeah,” Minho says sadly. “He’s never really understood that the life he’s used to isn’t everyone else’s reality. And it doesn’t help that he knows he’s disgustingly handsome.”

You giggled. “That’s the perfect way to put it.”

A slow, mellow love song began to play and the young cousins back to the table, too embarrassed to remain on the dance floor. Minho leaned down to your ear and said, “Why don’t you come dance, now. I think the young ones are about to start annoying us again. I promise I won’t leave you on the side this time.” 

Smiling, you stood, and Minho’s hand went to your waist as he drew you out onto the dance floor. The skirt of your gown swirled around you most satisfyingly. Dancing with Minho had always been easy, since all you had to do was follow his lead and hope you didn’t trip over your own feet. Tonight was no different. With one hand at your waist and the other between your shoulder blades, Minho held you close to him as you carefully swayed and sometimes twirled together. Your arms had automatically gone to loop around the back of his neck, which made you think of all the times you’d done that with silly guys in high school. Minho laughed, surprised but pleased.

You were aware of Minho’s fingers gently weaving in and out of the ends of your hair, almost as if he didn’t want you to know. You brushed your thumb against the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and he sucked in a breath. Something had changed between you and Minho in the past two weeks, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. There was just something about being at a wedding that made you feel especially romantic.

“Lee Minho!” came a slightly hoarse and distinctly peevish voice.

“Oh no,” Minho groaned and rested his forehead on your head, clearly hoping you could hold him up that way.

“Is that your great-aunt Mia,” you whispered, glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the elderly woman hurriedly making her way toward you. Her wispy white hair formed a cloud around her head, much like a dandelion gone to seed. When dancers didn’t move from her quickly enough, she rapped them on the ankles with her gnarled cane. 

“Mhmm,” Minho grimaced.

“Should she be on the dance floor?” you asked, concerned. 

“Probably not.”

“Lee Minho, what do you think you’re doing?” Great-Aunt Mia said, knocking her cane into Minho’s calves so he nearly fell into you.

“Hello, Aunt Mia,” Minho said, turning to face the disagreeable woman; he kept his hand on your waist, though. 

“Don’t you take that tone with me, young man!”

“Sorry, Aunt Mia. I wish I could have visited you, I really do, but school’s just been so busy. I hope you’ve been well.” You could tell by the set of his shoulders that Minho was trying not to be sarcastic toward his elder relative, and decided to snake your arm around his waist. For moral support.

“Minho, you didn’t tell me you have a girlfriend. You will introduce us.” Great-Aunt Mia didn’t ask to be introduced; no, she commanded.

“Oh, right,” Minho said, and Great Aunt Mia glared, as if Minho’s lapse in cordiality was a high crime. “Great Aunt Mia, may I present my girlfriend, Y/N L/N.”

If you’d just taken a sip of your now abandoned wine, you would have spluttered. You couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. Girlfriend? You’d certainly entertained the idea in your wildest, most private daydreams, but never thought of it seriously. Minho always negated any suggestion of you being a couple, so, surely, he was joking this time, too. He had to be. After all, you’d been mistaken for a couple more times than you could count.

“Well, girl?” Great-Aunt Mia’s voice cut through your thoughts like a hot knife through butter. All around you, the other guests continued dancing.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, nearly tripping over your words as you raced to get them out. Great-Aunt Mia was scary. “It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am.” You weren’t sure if you should courtesy or hold out your hand to shake hers or what—this interacting-with-rich-people thing mildly unnerved you.

“Oh, call me Aunt Mia—everyone does!” Great-Aunt Mia chortled, then, she peered at you. “So, you’ve won the heart of our darling Minho, have you? Well, what do you do?”

“I—” you began, then had to swallow. “I’m still in college, ma’am, but I have a part-time job at a bookstore.” There was no way you were going to call this harpy of a woman “Aunt Mia.”

“Well, that’s good,” she said, making it clear that she did not think it good in the least. “I’m sure you’ll be a fine wife for Minho. Don’t embarrass us, please.”

Her pronouncement hung in the air as you and Minho simply stared. Then, Great-Aunt Mia sharply turned her head to the side, like a fox that had just sensed a vole nearby, and hobbled away into the crowd of dancers. Even after you could no longer see her, you knew where she went by the yelps of pain from those unfortunate enough to get in her way.

“So, where were we?” Minho said, pulling you around to face him again. As he did so, his hands came to rest on your hips, much lower than before. You could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

Before you could say anything, Minho stiffened as he looked up and past you. “I need you to make out with me,” he said quickly, bringing his lips to your ear. “Please, I’m begging, Y/N. I’ll explain later.”

“Wha—” was all you got out before Minho’s lips were on yours. Without thinking, you fit your lips more perfectly to his and kissed back. He tasted of sweet icing, white wine, and the salt of sweat from dancing. You clung to him, holding on for dear life as reality seemed to shimmer like a veil in front of you. And, Minho clearly thought now was not the time for half-measures, since he’d roughly pulled your hips to his—you could tell his pants were feeling far too tight at the moment. You gasped against his lips as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Minho cupped the back of your head, still holding your hip like a lifeline in a storm. 

“Hey, if you’re not gonna dance, get off the dance floor!”

“Get a room!”

“Ooooh, hot!”

You broke the kiss, blushing at the comments from people around you and at how enthusiastically you’d kissed him back. You were both panting slightly. 

“Min,” you breathed. “What was that— Why— We just—”

Minho interrupted you with another peck on the lips, then pulled you with him off the dance floor. “Let’s get out of here.”

You followed Minho out from under the tent, away from the people and lights and wine that flowed like Dionysus himself presided over the bar. The memory of the softness of Minho’s lips on yours buzzed through your veins, making you feel warm honey. When you reached an old maple, you stopped, still holding hands.

“Minho, why did we just make out?” you said, looking up into his face. “Not that I minded!” you added quickly.

“Seonghwa was coming toward us and he, well—” Minho looked uncomfortable. “He has a history of trying take away the people I’m dating. I wasn’t about to let him get you.”

“But, we’re not dating . . .” you said, hearing how uncertain you sounded and mentally kicking yourself.

“He didn’t have to know that,” Minho said, his voice firm. “I still didn’t want him worming his way between us.” He reached up and lightly ran his fingertips along the line of your cheekbone. You couldn’t help yourself—you leaned into his touch.

The winking of fireflies in the trees on the far side of the lawn made it look like Minho was surrounded by stars. The next words you spoke took all your courage, and then some, to say. “What if we did date, Min?” 

Minho didn’t bother with a lengthy speech detailing the reasons he wanted you. He didn’t fall to his knees and clutch at your skirts, professing his love in verse. He didn’t walk away. Instead, Minho cupped your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours again.

“Yes, yes,” he said in between kissing your cheeks, your lips, your eyelids, everywhere he could. “Oh Y/N, love, please.” The last word came out a little strangled.

You ran your fingers through Minho’s hair, holding him to you as you all but devoured each other. The fabric of your dress against your skin suddenly felt too tight, and all you wanted to do was yank it off yourself. Instead, you settled for untying Minho’s bowtie and starting on his buttons. At the same time, he began working at the lacing of your gown.

“We,” Minho gasped, “should go back to the car. We can’t just— Not under a tree.”

You giggled at how close you’d come to tearing each other’s clothes off in the middle of a public lawn. While it was still early in the evening, it wasn’t that dark yet. “Come on, then,” you grinned. “We can time how long it takes you to undo the lacing of this fucking dress.”

It turned out that Minho was more adept at unlacing things than you’d expected, and you were soon out of your dress. Minho’s shirt was gone, too. So, clothed in far less than what you’d arrived at the wedding in, you straddled Minho’s lap in the backseat of his car. His lips on your skin felt like the fire that the fireflies in the surrounding trees seemed to hold. But his kisses were still the best, making you feel as though you partook of the sweetest ambrosia.

Your hands were still in his hair as his roamed your back and down to grip your thighs. Minho pulled you closer to him and nuzzled your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. Every time you ground your hips into his, Minho let out a moan so pretty that you thought you could listen to it every day. You were sure that you’d blaze up in a pillar of flame at any moment, you felt so full of frenetic energy. 

The heat between the two of you grew steadily until it was all you could do not to cry out. Minho’s body covered you, warm and lithe, and soon he murmured your name over and over and over again. Fireflies danced behind your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N,” Minho whispered, holding you to his chest as you curled up on the seat together—your dress made a surprisingly good blanket. “I love you so much.”

“Min, please tell me you mean that,” you said, not daring to believe that you weren’t just dreaming, even after everything that you’d just done. 

“I do mean it, buttercup,” Minho said, kissing your temple. “And I’ll mean it every day of my life. I promise.”