#we’d only know if he told us lmao

[rabbitsrams]

I want to say something so insane that people might get mad at me

I think he has a partner LMFAO

Some things he says makes me think… someone cooked here. And his place in his snap stories seem a little too put together.

well the truth is out it’s me i’m his gf i’ve been helping him clean the house and he talks about me /j

[casualhedonists]

DATING IS SO HARD WTF

[yellowharrington]

all i really want (is you) -- carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen "carmy" berzatto x reader, the bear fx

word count: 3k

warnings: smut! 18+, minors pls dni. afab!reader with pullable hair, no use of y/n. light daddy kink and dom/sub undertones. spanking, exhibitionism, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv + creampie, reader and carmy both drink alcohol. please let me know if i missed anything :)

a/n: this is depraved. thanks @wtfsteveharrington for reigniting my need to write about carmy lmao. title is from "all i really want is you" by the marias. please leave comments or reblogs if you liked it <3

divider by @cafekitsune

summary: carmy secretly books a lake-front hotel room in chicago for your anniversary.

Carmy would be the first to admit he’s not very good at being romantic.

He forgets, lets things slip through the cracks, time and time again. He makes up for it, and you understand of course, but he’s working on it.

When your anniversary is approaching, he knows he has to make a plan. Busy with the restaurant, the menu, the money - all of it was overwhelming, but your not-so-subtle reminder of the date gave him the idea.

“So…” you had joined him in your shared kitchen, hand brushing through his curls as he slaved over a pan sauce he’d been perfecting.

“Yes?” He wasn’t annoyed - never annoyed, by you - but in the thralls of cooking, nonetheless.

“It’s our anniversary next weekend and I was thinking we’d try out that new restaurant you were talking about. You know… the one that’s suuuuuper hard to get a reservation at?” You smiled coyly as he held out the spoon with the hot liquid on it, wordlessly asking you for a taste-test. 

“Sounds good,” he had remarked, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and returning to the task at hand. “I’ll make a call.”

“Thank you, Carm,” you let your hands roam his clothed back as you feel the sauce between your lips and on your tongue. “That’s delicious.”

He hummed in response, as your hands drifted down to his sides and played at the hem of his t-shirt. “After our anniversary dinner I have a little… present for you.”

Before he could respond, you had slipped away to the bedroom, only flashing him a smirk before closing the door.

The weekend of your anniversary had approached quickly, and Carmy had actually managed to get everything in place. The reservation for dinner was set, his gift burning a hole in his pocket, and thoughts of what your gift to him may entail swirling around in his head. 

You walked out of your shared bedroom, adorning a black dress that hugged your body perfectly. Jewelry to match - done up just right, effortlessly perfect for the occasion. His hand came up to his mouth as he took you in, thanking whatever God above that brought you to him.

“Too much?” You asked, toying with your hair in the mirror and correcting the edge of your lipstick. 

“No,” Carmy answered, coming up behind you in the mirror and admiring your form. “Perfect.”

You felt yourself blush as he took your hand and held it to his lips, kissing your knuckles and pulling you into him. “Ready?” 

~

Dinner came and passed, shared glasses of wine between the two of you as you reminisced about past times together. Carmy had always been shy, but easy to talk to, especially when he had some time to open up. You gave him space to do that - he’d never felt more comfortable with anybody before, somebody he trusted with everything. You listened, told him what he needed to hear when he needed to hear it, and kept him in check all while supporting him from the sidelines and meshing perfectly into his insane life. He was eternally grateful for finding you.

He slides a small box across the table at dinner, and when you open it up, you gasp at what’s inside. A dainty necklace, a glossy “C” hanging on the end of it, where it would sit against your chest. 

You let his deft fingers close the tiny clasp behind your neck, the pendant hanging perfectly, glimmering in the amber candlelight of the restaurant. “You’re gonna make me cry,” you laugh through a watery smile, Carmy’s hand crossing the table to slide into yours. Warm skin against warm skin, you smile at his small display of affection, tilting your glass towards him as he clinked it with yours. 

You notice something might be up when you get back into his car, and he doesn’t take the turn off back to your shared apartment. Instead, he veers off into another lane, holding onto your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze for encouragement. 

You’re down by the water now, making a confused expression at your surroundings. City lights around you, the bustling of other people on dates or nights out, as Carmy pulls into the parking lot of a hotel. 

“What are we doing here?” You look at the people stepping into the hotel lobby, some dressed in clothing that was probably more than your rent. He wordlessly turns off his car and exits through the driver’s side, saying something to the valet before grabbing a bag out of the back seat and rounding back to your side. He opens the door for you and takes your hand, before leading you through the doors and into the grand front lobby.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling above as he took your hand and lead you to the front desk, a confused scowl still across your features. The person at the front desk waved you two over, typing something into the computer. “Good evening. Checking in?”

Carmy nods, handing over his ID and credit card before smiling down at you.

“We’re checking in?”

“Happy Anniversary.”

You have to make sure your mouth isn’t hanging open, as Carmy’s coy smile plays along his lips. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” you whisper to him, feeling heat spread across your cheeks as you take in your surroundings. Your hand slips into his as you press your cheek to his jacketed shoulder. “Let me show you to your room.”

An elevator ride to the top floor has you antsy, as the attendant opens the door for you to your room. She reveals a lake-front room, with views of the harbour, twinkling lights in the distance reflecting onto the massive floor-to-ceiling window. “Is it to your liking, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto?”

A blush runs up your cheeks as the insinuation. Carmy didn’t correct her, just slipped her a tip and assured her the room was perfect. The door clicked politely behind you as you stepped into the room and kicked off your shoes. You turned around to meet Carmy’s eyes as his expression softened, your hands coming up to cup his face.

“I can’t believe you did this.” You’re breathless, still taking in this grand gesture he’d somehow planned completely behind your back.

“You deserve it,” he said simply, tongue darting between his lips as a strong hand came to overlap yours. 

~

The sun had gone down now, navy sky further illuminating the lights below. Rain slacked against the window, simultaneously hard and soft, the glow of the bedside lamps casting shadows on the walls as you got yourself settled. Carmy had abandoned his jacket and tie, leaving him in a crisp white button-up shirt and black slacks. He was laid back on the bed, one hand behind his head, taking some time to relax.

You dipped into the bathroom, smoothing out your hair and checking your makeup in the mirror. You undid the back of your dress and let it slip down your body into a pool on the tile, revealing the gift you’d picked out for Carmy. A black lace set - cupping your breasts perfectly. Lace panties to match, connected to stockings that came high up on your thighs. 

You stepped out, stocking-clad feet soft against the carpet. Carmy immediately notices, eyes blown wide as he sits up to take you in. 

“Thought you might want your gift now,” you sauntered towards him and met him at the end of the bed, his thighs spread for you to fit between them. His hands immediately came up to touch - to confirm you were real, mostly - because his brain was telling him you weren’t.

You looked down at him, cupping his chin with your hand and the other coming down to his shoulder. Pushing down on him gently, his back hit the mattress, wild eyes not moving off of you for even a second. 

You move to straddle his lap, fingers coming down to start unfurling the buttons on his shirt, revealing the soft skin of his chest. Carmy’s rough, calloused fingertips pressed into the plush skin of your hips, eyes wanting to flutter closed but being too entranced by the sight before him to look away. 

His fiery eyes fell to the swell of your breasts, hands coming up to press and squeeze at the skin there, thumbs ghosting over your hard nipples. You felt your back arch, pressing against his palms, wanting more, as much of him as you could get. 

Carmy’s hands slid down your body to find your clothed core, eliciting a small moan from your lips. You rutted into his hand slightly, feeling his skilful fingers start to work at you over the lace.

You weren’t expecting to give him the upper hand, but it was hard not to submit to his touch - wholly his, looking down at him but still feeling as though he had all the power.

He was sitting up now, pushing your panties to the side and feeling the slick between your folds, maintaining eye contact with you through it all. “Carm,” you panted, strained, embarrassed to be coming apart for him already.

As if he knew, he pulled away, wordlessly bringing his fingers up to your lips. You wrapped your mouth around them, letting your tongue dart between the digits as he wet them with your spit.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered, only loud enough for you to hear, earnest eyes looking up at you, fuzzy around the edges with lust. “My pretty slut, aren’t you?”

“Just for you,” you replied, a smirk on the corner of your lip as he swiftly grabbed your hips and flipped you to have your back on the soft hotel comforter.

He stood before you, giving you a chance to unbutton the rest of his shirt and undo his dress pants, his hand now cradling your chin. You pushed his slacks to the floor, rubbing his thick cock over the fabric of his black boxers. His hand came down to pet your hair, taking a fistful of it at the nape and pulling it back to reveal your shiny lips and eager eyes to him. The pendant he purchased for you glinted in the light.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

His firm hand on the back of your neck was enough to make your cunt weep, even without his touch. “Please, I need your cock. Please.”

“Good girl. Sit up, all fours.”

You quickly found yourself on your knees on the soft bed, as he let his cock free. He pumped it a few times, angling your mouth with his grip to allow it to drop open. He pressed forward, slipping in between your wet lips and eliciting a carnal groan from his throat. You let yourself submit to his face-fucking, using your mouth to get himself off, leaking tip pressing against the back of your throat. You gagged around him, throat constricting, which only emboldened him to continue. Spit escaped the corners of your lips as you took him in, swallowing him down, all while looking up and batting your long lashes at him. 

“Taking it so good,” he remarked, with a particularly long thrust into your throat. Leaning forward, his broad hand found a fistful of your ass, squeezing it before planting a firm spank. A yelp escaped your lips, as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the force of him in your throat.  

He pulled you off, cock bobbing between his legs before he smeared the spit that had collected all over your plush lips. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

You smiled triumphantly as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, mixing your spit with his and taking the time to undo your bra and throw it to the ground. 

You didn’t even mind when he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling the stockings and panties off to meet your bra on the floor, surely ripping them. His hands pushed your thighs apart, wet pussy on full display as he dove right in, not giving you even a second to catch your breath.

“Fu-uck,” your voice was hoarse and jagged, his warm tongue feeling like it was everywhere. You squirmed beneath his strong squeeze, forcing your back off the mattress as he licked a broad stripe up your centre and flashed his eyes up at you.

Your eyes were trained on his movements, knowing better than to close them. Your hand came down to his sandy curls, feeling your breath quicken as he suckled on your clit, moving his jaw in such a way that was sending an electrifying pulse up your spine.

He moved one hand from your thigh to circle your entrance with his middle finger, enjoying the way you shuddered at the feeling. “Please,” you begged, watching as he detached his tongue from your clit to simply play with your hole. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

His lips pursed as he waited for you to understand why he wasn’t proceeding. A knowing glance, a sob from you as he teased you. “Are you talking to me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me with your fingers.”

“That’s better.” He plunged into you, thick finger curling inside as you let out a choked sob, your cunt pulsing around him as he moved in and out. His lips attached to your clit once again, sucking and grinding his tongue into you, other hand coming up along your stomach to grab your tit and pinch your nipple.

You rasped his name, throat raw from his previous fucking, letting it pour out of your lips over and over. He lapped at you - feeling every quiver from your pussy and shake of your legs as he continued at a bruising pace, not letting up no matter how much you squirmed beneath him. Still pushing you into the mattress, his own cock rutting against the sheets and growing harder every second that his mouth is on you.

A white-hot feeling spread across the back of your thighs, back arched as you tugged on his hair and met his gaze. He rode out your high with you, letting you gush around his fingers and feeling waves of pleasure rise and fall as your breath steadied. Your chest heaving, sticky with sweat, mascara smeared at the edges as you laid back, feeling Carmy’s fingers pull out and his mouth detach from you.

He found himself between your thighs once more, rock-hard cock sliding between your slick folds to tease your overly sensitive clit. He kissed you, a hunger within him, arms coming up under you to hold you as close as possible. Bare skin against bare skin, his mouth sucking in your bottom lip and biting down slightly, eliciting a smile from you and a depraved moan from your lips.

You reached down between your two bodies and slipped his cock into your ready pussy, swallowing him inside of you and hearing his gasp against your lips at the friction. A shameless grunt as his hips drove into you relentlessly, his curls falling into your face as your head tipped back, letting his mouth attach to the side of your throat and suck a bruise into the soft skin beneath your ear. Your hands found the strong muscles of his back, digging them into his skin and finding your legs wrapping around his middle.

An assaulting pace, languidly in and out of you as you met his eyes, pure lust and fire behind them. You could see the idea flash across his eyes.

He pulled out of you gingerly, as you winced at the loss of contact. He pulled you up with him, towards the windows of the hotel room.

He lightly pushed you against the cold glass, earning a sinful moan from your lips as he took your hands hostage behind your back. The rain still pelted down outside, a symphony against your hard and fast breath.

“Why don’t you show all those people how you like to get fucked, huh? Show them what a slut you are?”

A devilish smile on your lips was met with your cheek against the glass, a broad palm on the opposite side of your face, as his cock slid back into your pussy with ease. Your ass was pushed out for him to land a firm slap on it once again, picking up his pace. His hand came around to push your legs apart, playing with your clit and drawing you close once again, as he released your hands to leave prints on the glass.

“Fill me up, please daddy,” you moaned, letting your head fall slack. “I want you to cum so fucking deep inside of me, fuck,” — another spank, paired with jagged thrusts as Carmy got closer to finishing — “fuck me like you own me, baby.”

“I do own you,” he growled, forehead pressed against your shoulder blades as he felt your pussy clench around him. “Cum baby, cum with all those people fucking watching you.” 

“You own me Carmen, I’m yours.” you chanted, turning around to meet his eyes. You watched his eyes glaze over and jaw hang open as his thrusts slowed, making a mess of your pussy as he came deep inside of you.

Your second orgasm followed soon after, cock twitching inside of you as you clenched around him. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you stepped away from the glass, legs unstable as a furious warmth came up over your cheeks.

After getting cleaned up together in the bathroom, he flicked off the light as you turned towards the window. His body pressed up against yours, arm secured around your waist as he peppered kisses along your neck and shoulders, musing about how beautiful you are.

“Best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, another kiss to the outer shell of your ear that made a shiver go up your spine. “I love you more than anything.”

You curled into him and listened to the relaxing rain, his steadying breath and strong arm lulling you safely to sleep.

[changbinsboiledegg]

haiiiii

i was wonder if you could do a skz reaction when they tell their other members that you and him have sex?

like Han being so confused on how you and Changbin have seen each other naked.

(sorry if this is weird or not explained enough haha)

Heyyyyyy thank you for your request! Also, no need to apologized! I understood what you meant :) I also don't think it's weird. I wasn't sure if they had an established relationship or were just FWB type situation, so I made it FWB. I hope that's okay? I didn't necessarily mention this though, so you could also imagine you and skz are already dating? Up to you! Anyways, ily and thank you again! 🫶🫶🫶 Also !!! feel free to lmk if you meant something else!

GN! Reader X SKZ.

(Didn't specify a gender or body parts. I mentioned reader having a chest they didn't want to expose- honeys, everyone has a chest.)

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!

Warnings: Smut(?), Suggestive if not smutty, swearing, nude mention, implied sexting, alcohol/ drinking mentions, hickey (giving/ receiving.), maybe implied aftercare???, some of the members are unrealistically bold. lmao.

Note: probably the longest reactions I've written so far lolololol. I hope y'all enjoy! Ofc another one for the road, MDNI!!!!! And also I would love feedback 🫶🥹 No pressure, and if no one told y'all today, ilyyyyyyy :) Take care. I also used your example for Changbin's hehe.

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Chan

The sounds of your loud moans spilled out into the rest of the dorm. You were only being loud because you and Chan both thought the dorms were empty.

That was until Felix came back early to retrieve something he had forgotten. When you screamed— from the pleasure, he stood there, wondering which of the other members were with you. That was when he heard Chan’s voice.

Later, Felix saw you and Chan talking casually and acting as if you two didn’t just have sex in the dorm.

“So, I came back earlier.” Felix spoke up, catching both of your attentions. Chan glanced from you to Felix. “Yeah?”

“I heard you two.” Felix continued. You felt your cheeks heat up, knowing what he was talking about. Chan tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t.

“We’ve been… you know… having sex. No big deal.” Chan explained, his cheeks red from confessing that. Felix scrunched his face, cringing.

“I know that now! I’m just bringing it up because why did you choose the dorm? Did you think we’d be gone for that long?” Felix started to ask questions but then walked away, deciding he didn’t want to know this much information regarding you and Chan.

Lee Know

Minho was in the bathroom— somewhere he could really find privacy. He had his phone angled and snapped a photo of his erection, having gotten hard from sexting with you.

He sent the picture and waited for a response when suddenly, his heart dropped, reading the contact name.

“Shit!” Minho cursed, immediately texting Jeongin to not open the chat. It was too late, and Jeongin found him in the bathroom, knocking on the locked door.

“Who was this meant for?!” Jeongin asked. Shock was evident in his tone and Minho felt his heart racing from the panic this caused.

“Uh—“ Minho was cut off by another knock.

“Get out so I can bleach my eyes!” Jeongin groaned. Minho rolled his eyes, pulling up his pants. When he opened the door, he was met with Jeongin, who held his phone opened on the chat.

“Don’t ever send me anything like this again! Double check the contact names next time—“

“It’s for y/n anyway.” Minho mumbled, walking quickly to his room. Jeongin watched, ��what? Don’t send y/n that either—“

“We’ve already slept together.” Minho scoffed, still embarrassed. “And you need to forget what you saw.”

Jeongin started to turn red in embarrassment now, hesitantly entering the bathroom.

Changbin

You, Changbin, and Jisung were playing a game together to pass time until the others got back.

“Why is it so hot in here?” You briefly paused the game, taking off your hoodie as a piece of your shirt rode up with it. You felt your shirt leave your skin and quickly pulled down your shirt before it exposed your chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to almost flash you both!” You apologized, setting your hoodie down. Changbin chuckled, smirking.

“Nothing I haven’t already seen.” Changbin commented, not thinking first. You pinched the bridge of your nose and avoided Jisung’s confused expression.

“Excuse me?” Jisung asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know this bit of information.

After a moment of silence of exchanged glances between you and Changbin, Jisung spoke up again. “Because that’s not typical flirting.”

“We’ve been… you know.” You confessed. Jisung was still in a state of confusion but slowly came to the realization.

“I know you’ve heard us before because someone, gets pretty loud.” Changbin teased you through the awkwardness of such a confession.

You reached over the small table and nudged his shoulder, almost knocking the pieces of the game over. “Seriously?!”

Jisung didn’t say anything and stood up, leaving the room.

Hyunjin

You put on one of Hyunjin’s robes to cover your naked body as you were preparing to go to the dorms kitchen to get water for you and Hyunjin.

Hyunjin put on a robe as well but only to walk to the bathroom. “Remember, the others are asleep so please tip toe if you have to. I really don’t want to hear anything from them right now.”

You grinned at Hyunjin, giving him a thumbs up, still glowing from the orgasm you’d just experienced.

You left his room and shut the door as quietly as you could before turning and immediately jumping out of your skin. When you saw Seungmin giving you an amused but confused look, your first instinct was to attempt to cover yourself, forgetting you were wearing Hyunjin’s robe.

“I knew it.” Seungmin smugly chuckled, shaking his head. You just stood there, debating on getting Hyunjin or explaining to Seungmin to not say a word.

“The others owe me money now.” Seungmin turned, seemingly headed for the kitchen also. You were about to head back into Hyunjin’s room but found yourself confused at his statement.

“Wait you made on a bet on whether or not we were having—“

Hyunjin heard your voice and entered the hallway with you. “Woah! What’s going on?” Hyunjin cut you off, not understanding the situation.

He saw Seungmin, who shrugged.

“Your group made a bet on whether or not we were having sex.” You whispered. Hyunjin widened his eyes, his face turning a deep shade of red as Seungmin held back a laugh, entering the kitchen.

Han

“Alright! Water only for the rest of the night.” Changbin handed a clearly drunk Jisung a cup of water. Jisung accepted it, taking a sip as he tried to wash the taste of the alcohol down.

“Fuck, I’m going to regret this in the morning…” Jisung groaned, already feeling the migraine coming on. The room spun and his words were slurred.

They were at an after party and the other members had gone off to enjoy what else the party had to offer. Changbin stayed near Jisung,

“Hell yeah, you’re gonna regret this.” Changbin laughed. “Better enjoy it while you can.”

Jisung rubbed his eyes, drinking more of the water. “Where’s y/n?”

Changbin tilted his head, shrugging. “Probably home or with friends. Why?”

Jisung felt his pockets for his phone, forgetting he left it in the car to charge. “Do you think y/n will still want to have sex tonight?”

Jisung wasn’t sober enough to realize what he just asked Changbin, who was taken aback. He looked around the room and then moved closer to Jisung.

“Not if you’re drunk.” Changbin spoke slowly. Jisung frowned, “tomorrow then.”

“Um…”

Changbin had gotten a bit more information than he needed to know. Jisung’s eyes bulged, immediately shaking his head.

“Ah! I shouldn’t have said that! Please forget this in the morning!” Jisung immediately tried to make up for telling him your private business together.

But Changbin was sober enough to forget.

Felix

Felix smiled as he thought back to your encounter last night. The sounds you made, how you felt, tasted, everything.

He was too satisfied the next day to realize the others were giving him strange looks. That was until Chan pulled him aside with a concerned look.

“Did you burn yourself?” Chan asked, glancing down at his neck. Felix was confused now, wondering what he meant.

“No? Do I have a burn?” Felix asked, gently feeling around his neck. His fingers touched one of the hickeys you left on his neck, the lingering soreness reminding him of how good you kissed, sucked, and nibbled on his neck.

He fought back a smirk, reminding himself of Chan’s concern.

“Oh— yeah. I was trying to straighten my hair.” Felix lied, obviously. He wasn’t going to tell him the truth. Chan seemed to buy it, sighing.

“Please ask me for help. I don’t think the makeup artists will like having to use the makeup to cover up the burn.” Chan chuckled, patting Felix’ shoulder.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Felix smiled, nodding. They glanced towards the front door, hearing a knock. Chan went to answer it as Felix watched to see if it were you or someone else.

You entered the dorms and almost immediately, Felix— and Chan noticed the hickeys that littered your neck.

Felix felt his stomach drop as Chan had a look of realization, glancing at Felix with a knowing glare.

“So you both burned yourselves on the same iron?” Chan crossed his arms. Felix sighed and you noticed the hickey on Felix’ neck before moving your hand to try and hide yours with the collar of your hoodie.

“Fine… We, uh, did it last night.” Felix spoke quietly and tried to be discreet, not wanting to say ‘sex’.

“Just say sex.” You sighed, moving to stand beside Felix. Chan raised his eyebrows at your boldness.

“Wait—“

You then dragged Felix into the bathroom and worked on covering the hickeys with makeup before the others saw.

Seungmin

Every time you were hanging around the guys or even mentioned, Seungmin would get shy and nervous, displaying signs that one would when having a crush on someone.

Other times when you were around, he’d be more open and mainly focused on you and anything you said or did, regardless of who was speaking.

Because of this, the other members caught on and began to tease him of his ‘little’ crush.

Seungmin knew this wasn’t the case. You knew that wasn’t the case.

Yeah, he was attracted to you. But it was more than just a crush and it began to annoy Seungmin with their relentless teasing.

“I just wish they’d, I don’t know, stop.” Seungmin vented to you. You took his hand in yours, hatching a plan.

“I have an idea, but only if you’re up for it.”

“At this point? Anything.” Seungmin’s eyes lit up. You nervously chuckled, “we tell them.”

Seungmin’s hopeful smile dropped, “and get teased more?”

“They tease you because they think you have a crush on me. Would they still tease you for having sex with me?” You asked, thinking the plan through with him. Seungmin groaned.

Hyunjin walked in, instantly smiling. “Aw, found the lovebirds.”

You looked at Seungmin, not wanting to go through with the plan without his consent. Seungmin stood up and pulled you up with him.

“Don’t come in my room for the next hour.”

“Hour?” You whispered, widening your eyes. Hyunjin was taken aback, realizing what Seungmin meant by this.

“If you hear anything, don’t interrupt.” Seungmin looked back at Hyunjin, matching his smile from before this info bomb was dropped on him.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do or say, surprised to say the least.

I.N

“Are you sure it didn’t hurt?” Jeongin asked, knowing it was your first time having sex. You smiled at how attentive and caring he was being even after you’ve reassured him multiple times.

“Jeongin,” you kept your tone soft. “I’m sure it didn’t hurt.”

Jeongin smiled in relief, “do you want to do it again?” He asked, meeting your eyes. You chuckled, “now?”

“No, later or some other time.” Jeongin clarified. Despite how worried he was about hurting you accidentally, he enjoyed it and being with you and he knows you did too.

“Sure. Yes.” You smiled. Jeongin felt more relief hearing that you wanted to have sex again.

You both turned to see Minho in the doorway after he had knocked on the door.

“You both are gross.” Minho joked, although he wished he hadn’t heard your conversation. Jeongin blinked, pointing towards the door.

“Out!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the situation. Minho even let out a small laugh.

“You’re… you’re just jealous because we were doing it.” Jeongin emphasized the word ‘it’, feeling too awkward in that moment to say ‘sex’.

“I don’t care that you’re having sex with each other, just make sure to use protection,” Minho took a step out of the room and put his hand on the door knob.

“And lock the door, lower the noise, and wait until no one is in the dorms.” Minho grinned. You could tell it was forced because Minho’s grin dropped a second later as he shut the door.

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Note 2: Seungmin in his villain era in Hyunjin's lololol & also, hickeys don't look like burns, I know this but a hot iron burn is a common excuse people use when someone else sees them. Also, I know I wrote these but some of the members need to mind their own *inhale* MOTHER FUCKING *exhale* business.

Note 3: I'm joking lmaoooooo. I need to sleep. Goodnight lovelies.

[menlove]

Do you know where paul said 'this one' is about john? I can't find anything

yeye it's the audio interview in this post

Interviewer: Let me ask you about one of your new songs, ‘This One’. About a marriage? Paul: A relationship, yeah. Interviewer: And about not expressing emotions and feelings.  Paul: You get those moments where you always think; “I’m saving it up. I’ll tell him one day.” And you know what happens. A lot of people, John for instance, getting back to that subject. He died. Um.. I was lucky. The last few we- months that he was alive we’d managed to get our relationship back on track. We were talking, having real good conversations. Real, nice and friendly. George, actually, didn’t get get his relationship right. I think they were arguing ‘till the end, which I’m sure is a source of great sadness to him. And I’m sure in the feeling of this song that George was always planning to tell John he loved him, but time ran out. That’s what the song’s about. Like, there could never be a better moment than this one. Y’ know now. Take this moment to say… “I love you”

let's unpack.

first of all "a... relationship, yeah" is vague as shit & he can easily spin that around to say it's platonic if this ever came up again. but at the same time, it's interesting that he says "yeah" to that, confirming that the relationship in question (which he's about to say is his and john's) is similar to a marriage. and then this whoooole chunk

'I'm saving it up. I'll tell him one day." And you know what happens. a lot of people, John for instance (..)

(bold mine) so first of all, his VERY FIRST explanation of this song is saying it's something he wants to tell to a nebulous "him" one day. even if we're discounting john, noneeee of the lyrics in this song are very platonic, so at the very LEAST it's definitely confirmation of paul being queer. because he wants to tell "him" everything in this song. but then literally the very next sentence he's saying the "him" in question is, for instance, john. he's not necessarily saying the song is ONLY about john, as he also goes on to say the song might ring true for george about john, but he's saying his situation with john is the sort of situation he wrote this song about.

and a lot of people have used this quote to say he's shoving off his feelings for john onto george which is like. PARTIALLY true, i think he was trying to shift the focus off of him saying it was about john onto making it about george as well, but if you actually listen/read what he's saying that's not it at all.

"And I’m sure in the feeling of this song that George was always planning to tell John he loved him, but time ran out. That’s what the song’s about."

(bold mine) but he says "in the feeling of this song" so he's just saying that he thinks george can probably relate to the feeling of the song and relate it to his feelings for john as well. which is just. him again saying it's about john lmao he's just shoving george under the gay bus with him rip

and then:

"That’s what the song’s about. Like, there could never be a better moment than this one. Y’ know now. Take this moment to say… 'I love you'."

and that's about the gist of the song, really. and how many times has paul since john died talked about regretting not saying he loves him? i mean, the entirety of "here today" is about that. so taking that into account, and the amount of times he's admitted he never told him he loved him, his little bit up there about him and john making up and him being lucky for that doesn't negate the meaning of the song being regret at not telling "him" that he loved "him"

sorry, this got long. but i just see this quote around a lot w some interesting readings (& some blatant misinterpretation as well but what can ya do) so ! yeah it's pretty Unequivocally about john, or at the very least about a ""him"". which is insanely telling for a blatantly romantic song. when i tell you that this man is out to everyone but the public..........

[usedtobecooler]

Tom being insecure about his dick and his ‘performance’ in bed so reader reassures him? 🥺

you’re onto something here anon

Pairing | Tom Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), insecurity, mentions of penis size and sexual performance, piv sex, unprotected sex, praise kink.

A/N | anon was pretty valid here with this request because i truly to believe tom probably would have some sort of insecurity and trauma when it comes to sex given the state of his relationship with ruth. this is pretty short but i didn’t word count lmao.

“i know i’m not that great, but things with ruth weren’t perfect. we constantly made excuses to not have sex or we’d get there and i just… couldn’t get it up. or she would disappear off with some excuse not to. maybe that should’ve been the first thing that told me something was off with us, you know?” tom’s voice is quiet, kind of shaky as he rattles off why what just happened, happened. you’re holding his hand firmly, pad of your thumb running over his own soothingly so he knows you’re listening and genuinely caring.

it hadn’t been the first time tom had issues with staying hard — you didn’t take it to heart, he clearly was so interested in you and wanted to please you. he’d eat you out until his jaw ached, fuck you with his fingers until you were crying. so the issue wasn’t that he didn’t fancy you enough, it was that he had his own shit going on. he got in his own head, and you know that his relationship with ruth was the cause of it. you tried not to blame her, they were young and didn’t know any better about what love was, but she really had done a number on him.

when you did have ‘actual’ sex it was alright. it wasn’t anything to write home about, but tom really did try and he always made sure you got off first. there was no in between with him though — he either shot his load in two minutes or he was still going an hour later. you’d told him time and time again that you didn’t care, you liked him for who he was and you’d figure out the sex stuff later. it was true — but sometimes not being able to please him took a toll, even though you knew it wasn’t because of anything you were doing.

“sometimes i —,” he stops himself, huffing out a sigh of frustration. he’s not good with feelings, every time he ever opened up it ended in an argument. he was always to blame for caring too much or worrying and causing a scene. he still struggled to communicate, but it would come with time, “sometimes i think maybe — fuck sake, maybe i’m not big enough or something.”

you furrow your brows, making a noise of protest, but saying nothing. tom had no reason to be worried about the size of his dick, sure it wasn’t massive. but he was easily six inches hard, thick enough that he was a stretch to take, uncut and just perfect. in your eyes, at least. and your opinion was the only one that mattered, at least for right now, right?

“tom, you don’t need to explain yourself,” your own voice matches his own, quiet and intimate, and you snuggle up closer to him, climbing into his lap and resting there, “and you don’t need to be concerned about the size of your dick. you’re bigger than anyone else i’ve ever been with. you’re the first guy who’s ever made me come, and you always make sure i’m taken care of even if you don’t get off. stop feeling like you have to apologise or make excuses for it. i really fucking like you, i wouldn’t stick around if i didn’t or if the sex stuff bothered me.”

he exhales in relief, like your words have reassured him. maybe he was overreacting, worrying over nothing. he just didn’t want to lose you like he had ruth — you had a good thing going, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. he’d never felt this way before, and he knew he had trauma to work through, but he also knew that you were the only thing keeping him grounded and he needed for you to stick around and love on him the way he deserved.

“can you relax a little for me now, hmm?” you ask gently, rocking your hips down into his and eliciting a breathy little moan in return, his naked cock kicking up in interest, “try and shut your brain off, just for a moment. i want to make you feel good. finish what we started earlier, yeah?”

it doesn’t take long for him to get fully hard, the feeling of your still wet pussy running along his shaft enough to do it. you silently pray that he’s not going to lose it by getting in his own head again, as you grip his cock by the base and sink down onto it, walls spasming as you adjust to his size once more.

“fuck, you’re so — shit,” tom groans, head thumping off the headboard as you rock against him, taking your time and sinking up and down on his cock almost at a lazy pace, relishing in the sweet little moans and whimpers escaping his lips. you’re determined to make him come, but you don’t want to rush it.

“feel good?” you ask and he nods, big hands engulfing your hips and following your movements. his eyes clench shut, like he’s trying to focus, but you know from previous experiences that he’s about to think too hard and get in his own head, “hey, no. watch me, okay? watch where you’re sinking into me.”

tom opens his eyes, almost unwillingly, yet he does as he’s told. you grip his chin, guiding his head so that his eyes are locked on where his cock is being engulfed by your soaked cunt — up, down, up, down. he watches almost in a trance, the way you’re leaking and making a mess for him. you moan when the tip of his cock hits your spongey spot, loud and unfiltered, you need for him to know how good he can make you feel.

you continue on at the same pace until your thighs are shaking and your knees are aching. you know you’re getting somewhere, though, because tom’s fingers are gripping your thighs just that bit tighter and he’s flushed so red, all the way from his cheeks to his bare chest. he’s moaning, too, breathy little whimpers that make your pussy clench.

“that’s it,” you gasp, a shock jolting through you when tom starts to rock his hips under you, fuck up into you from below just ever so slightly, his composure clearly starting to fade, “you feel so good, love when you fuck me like this, tom.”

tom moans at your words, eyes darting up to find you staring right back at him. you know he needs this, needs for you to tell him how good he’s being and how nice his cock feels. needs that reassurance that you’re enjoying it and what he’s doing is right. you wind your fingers tight in his hair for leverage, a renewed vigour overtaking you — the urge to make him come overwhelming.

you’re forehead to forehead now as you bounce, cunt so soaked that the sounds of tom fucking you echo through the room, the wet schlick enough to knock you dizzy with want, your moans uncontrollable and piercing the air, “love your cock, babe. never had a better fuck, i promise,”

that’s what does it for him. has his grip on your hips go painfully tight, has him shoving you down onto his cock as he comes. you can’t help the satisfied smirk that overcomes your features as you watch his eyes roll into the back of his head, the prettiest moans falling from his raw lips, knowing you were the cause of it.

you swallow the last of his moans when you close the short distance and kiss him, soft and gentle as not to startle him as he comes down. he’s the one to deepen the kiss, licks into your mouth and elicits a shocked little whine from you in return. you kiss until his cock goes completely soft, slipping out of you and you know you need to get up before you make a mess of the clean sheets.

“thank you, thank you,” tom mumbles his sweet praises into your skin as he kisses your neck and shoulder blade, making your heart swell.

he finds another way to say thank you later, when you’re fresh out of the shower and he eats you out like a man starved.

[cowgurrrl]

I love rockstar!Joel. Could you please do some angst? Maybe them discovering Violet has asthma 👀

Thank you for the request!! Sorry it took so long and thank you to everyone who voted so I could get my priorities in order lmao

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Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: You find out Violet has asthma [~900]

Warnings: hospital setting, brief medical emergency, my poor wheezy baby Violet :(, Joel being supportive in his Joel way

The hospital is quiet now that the night shift has started. At least it’s quiet in the NICU. Joel is sitting next to you with a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Violet. She’s covered in little monitors and has medical tape holding an oxygen tube in her nose. The doctor who came in to give you her results called her the fattest baby in the NICU. It was supposed to be a compliment— a testament to how good of a job you’re doing at nursing your six-month-old twins— but it just made you cry. The results weren’t any better.

It could be worse. You know it could, but getting slapped in the face with a severe asthma diagnosis didn’t feel great. You asked if there was anything that caused it, like her diminished lung function at birth or pet hair or something. The doctor just shrugged and said, “It was probably just something she was born with.” It could be worse, but hearing that as the person who carried her and brought her into this world felt like a slap in the face.

The day is blurry when you go over the events again. You heard her wheezing over the monitor. You thought it was a fluke or a problem with the white noise machine, but then you saw her stomach moving sporadically. You and Joel ran to the twins’ room, called 911, and tried to soothe Violet enough for her to get air into her lungs. But you’re an adult, and you were so scared that you couldn’t breathe either, so how were you supposed to teach a six-month-old to do the same? Paramedics were in your house before you could realize and all at once, Violet was out of your arms and on a gurney.

“Go with her. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” Joel said when the paramedics said only one parent could go in the ambulance. He was up the stairs to console a screaming Sophia before you could even make it out the door. She stabilized in the ambulance, but they decided to keep her overnight in case she had another asthma attack.

“It’s unlikely, but we’d like to be prepared. Just in case.” A nurse told you. The possibility of another attack on your baby daughter’s lungs is enough to keep you awake as she sleeps in the sterile hospital crib.

“What are you thinkin’ bout?” Joel asks quietly when he catches you rubbing nervous circles into Violet’s chubby hand. You shake your head and swallow thickly.

“What if I didn’t hear her? What if she had an attack while we were sleeping or something? What if she-“

“Hey, none of that,” he scolds and pulls you into his chest. “You saved her. She’s gonna be just fine because of you. She’s okay. There’s no use in thinkin’ bout things like that.”

“It’s gonna happen again, Joel. We can’t just ignore it and hope for the best. This could be the rest of her life, and you just want to not talk about it?” You snap. You’re tired and frustrated and a little hungry. It doesn’t have anything to do with him. He knows this.

“That’s not what I meant, baby. That’s not what I meant,” he murmurs as he kisses your temple. You try to relax into him and close your eyes at the feeling of his warm body enveloping yours. “Look at her,” He urges. Your eyes snap open, worried that she’s in trouble again, but you find her still sleeping peacefully. “You made her. You made her eyes and lips. You made her fingerprints and the birthmark on her shoulder. You made her smile.”

“I made her shitty lungs.”

“Please don’t call our daughter’s lungs shitty.”

“Sorry,” you rub your face in exhaustion. “Sorry, Violet. Your lungs aren’t shitty. They just need help.”

“There you go.” He says, a hint of a joke in his voice, and you manage a smile. “You’ve made three beautiful, perfect kids and made me the luckiest man alive in the process. There is nothin’ more I could ever ask of you except to be nicer to my wife. She works really hard, and you’re not bein’ fair to her.” Your smile gets replaced by tears, and you sniffle into his chest.

“I don’t know how to protect her from this.” You cry, and he takes a deep breath.

“I don’t either,” he admits. “But, we’re gonna learn, and we’re gonna figure it out. We’ll go to every doctor we need to go to. We’ll do all the tests. We’ll do everything we can to keep her safe.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Violet makes it through the night without another episode, and you get cleared to go home. Sam, Ellie, and Sarah (holding Sophia) run out to meet you and see Violet. She still has a little mark on her face from the medical tape, but she’s alert and happy. She even kicks her feet and screeches in excitement when she sees Ellie. Then, just as siblings do, they play in the living room together. They’re a little rough with each other, and it takes everything in you to not snatch Violet away from the chaos, but it’s like pure magic when they laugh.

So, you hold back and watch. Joel kisses you and joins in on the wrestling after a few minutes. Seeing your family interact, play, and be as loud as they want is a comfort. It makes you feel like you did at least one thing right. It makes you feel like they’re alright, and they’ll continue to be. Come Hell or high water, the Miller kids are gonna be fine. You’ll both make sure of it.

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[sofmoth]

Smooth Stuff

for her birthday, @strang3lov3 challenged me to write dennis reynolds, and to use his DENNIS system on the reader. naturally i’m nervy because who can do dennis but glenn howerton honestly??? and genuinely not to suck myself off but i feel like i met the brief LMAO

this is for all us dennisfuckers, dennisfucker nation stand up!!!

also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.

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dennis reynolds x reader. WC: 2.3k

DO NOT BOTHER INTERACTING IF YOUR BIO IS AGELESS OR BLANK.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT.

HEED ALL WARNINGS:

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. dennis is a literal sociopath, dennis is manipulative, dennis manipulates reader for sex, dubcon, reader is psychologically tortured, sober sex with a drunk person, reader gets drunk, canon-typical dennisisms, no confirmed relationship, use of the DENNIS system, smut. once more for the cheap seats, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

“My name’s Dennis, I’m collecting donations for the Boys & Girls Club.”

That’s how it started. He’d come in to ask if there were any old toys your store was about to throw out, and if you would consider donating them instead. Unfortunately not, you’d told him, but you were pretty sure you had a phone number he could call and he might have some luck with that. You’d written it down on a Post-It for him with the name of the person he should ask for, and then you handed him a Post-It with your name and number. You’d never been so bold before; something about him inspired that in you.

He called you every other night, and you talked for a few hours each time. It felt like nothing, talking to Dennis was as easy as breathing. He was charming, and funny, and he actually listened to you bitch about the day you had at work instead of interrupting every 38 seconds to talk about himself. Friday night, near the end of your call, he asked if you’d ever been to a restaurant called Guigino’s. He’ll be taking you on Sunday.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous walking to the restaurant with him; you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with him over the phone. He can probably sense your anxiety, hooking his arm into yours as you walk. You hear it before you see it, Dennis groans and you look up. A sign on the door reads CLOSED, and Dennis holds his face in his hand. He sighs, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Unbelievable, I’m sorry. How about we take a rain check on this? We can grab a pizza or something and head back to my place, watch a movie? My roommate’ll be there but he keeps to himself. If that’s okay with you, of course.” You hum, bite your lip.

“Okay. It’s still Italian.” You stifle a nervous giggle and Dennis chuckles, wrapping his arm over your shoulder as you continue down the street.

As the apartment door opens you can see a man sitting on the couch, reading a book with the TV barely on. He must be Dennis’s roommate. Dennis clears his throat.

“Hey man. Do you mind taking that to your room? The restaurant was closed, we’d like to… y’know, get to know each other a bit. In private.”

“I’m not going in there.” Dennis’s jaw twitches.

“Why not?”

“I saw a black widow. I’m not going back in there.”

Dennis sighs, looks over at you.

“I mean, I guess we could take this to my room? Eat on the bed, watch a DVD in there?” You nod and he relaxes, smiling at you.

You sit on top of his covers with the pizza box between you, eating absently as you attempt to follow the movie. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but you think you recognize a few of the actors. You feel Dennis’s knee touch yours, looking over at him.

“Pretty good pizza.” He closes the box.

“Not the only good thing I’m looking at.”

God damn, does he fuck. You almost feel bad for his roommate, though the thought is immediately pushed from your mind as the head of his cock borderline bruises your cervix. His hand on your throat stifles your moans, your eyes roll back from the sensation. You’re practically folded in half, knees pressed closer to your shoulders than you ever thought possible, your arms around his neck as he kisses you messily.

Your legs start to tremble, toes curling as you feel the tension building in your belly. You knot your fingers in his hair, tugging hard as your back arches into his chest and you begin to see stars. He doesn’t slow down, if anything he fucks you harder, tears pricking at your lashes as the stimulation toes the line of too much. You silently thank God he had condoms, glad he won’t have to pull out and finish on you. His pace falters, hips stuttering as he grates out a near-rapturous “Oh, fuck.” 

He pants against your neck, wincing as he pulls out. You prop yourself up on your elbows, legs still shaking You look him up and down, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the wild look in his eyes nearly doing you in again. He tosses the spent condom down into the wastebasket by his nightstand, pulling his boxers up and laying on his back next to you. You look over at him, raising an eyebrow. He raises one back at you.

“Oh, really?”

The next evening after work, you find one of your tires almost completely deflated. You groan, inspecting the rubber and locating a sizable screw lodged between the treads. Fucking fantastic. You sigh, chewing on your lip. You’ve only been talking with him for a little over a week, and you don’t want to seem too needy, but you call Dennis anyway. Maybe he’ll be able to give you a ride to the auto shop at least.

He’s there in no time, happy to help. He even offered to change the tire for you. As he stands he wipes his hands on his jeans, kissing you quickly before replacing the jack in your trunk. You feel your cheeks heating up, a grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve got some stuff to do this week, so how about we go to Guigino’s next week?”

“Sounds good to me. You free that Friday?” He smiles at you.

“Yes, I am. How does 7 sound?”

“That’ll be great. Give me a call when you’ve got time, I’ll see you.” You enter your car, starting the engine as he backs away and raises a hand to you.

You notice he watches you leave the parking lot before leaving himself. That’s the first time any man has bothered to make sure nothing else happened to you. Dennis calls that night, you talk for a bit before you both decide to go to bed. The next two days follow the same routine, but the third day he doesn’t call. You feel a bit dejected, and by 8:30 you’re two glasses of wine deep, nearly ready to go to bed. Your phone rings and you’re wide awake again, picking up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You’re met only with the sound of heavy breathing. “Hello? Who is this?”

“I know where you are, you dirty slut. I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”

You hang up, throwing the phone almost across the living room. Your hands shake and you stand slowly, walking carefully over lest it ring and be the same man on the other end again. You call Dennis, and as he picks up you can’t control your tears attempting to explain what just happened. He arrives at your apartment shortly, holding you on the couch as you try to calm down. He offers to stay the night and you insist he doesn’t have to, he insists he wants to if it’ll make you feel safer. You gratefully accept.

Your week is filled with mishaps and threatening calls, notes left on your car in your apartment and work lots. You tell him the only person you can think of who would do this to you is your batshit crazy ex, so Dennis comes to visit for a bit most evenings. Dennis has to cancel your plans for Guigino’s, and as he leaves he kisses you at the door with a promise that he’ll call you.

He doesn’t call. You try to only call him once a day, leaving simple and short voicemails. The threatening calls start again and you try to get ahold of Dennis, still to no avail. You spend the next week almost too afraid to set foot outside, but you have obligations that must be met, phone stalker or not. By the end of the week you’ve given up. You didn’t expect this from him, don’t know what prompted it. You can’t tell whether you were too clingy, or perhaps you weren’t paying him the attention he deserved. You sit on your couch, already down three glasses of wine and working on your fourth when a knock on your door startles you.

You lean against the peephole, trying to make out who it is. Dennis. You groan quietly, holding your face in your hands. You sigh deeply, pulling the door open to face him directly. His shoulders are slack, he looks sad.

“Can I come in?” You gesture him inside, he sits on the couch and eyes the wine bottle. “I know I’ve been distant. I’m sorry.”

You sit next to him, picking up your wine glass and finishing it in one long swig.

“I just wanted to explain myself. Listen, I was being a coward. I was afraid. I’ve had my heart broken so many times, and you’re too good for me. I was scared it was gonna happen again and I was gonna lose the best thing that’s happened to me in ages, so I did a really shitty thing and cut you out before you could do it to me. That was awful of me.”

You rub your temple, sighing through your nose as he talks.

“I… I’m not afraid of that anymore. I thought about it really hard, and being away from you this week has been killing me. I wanna be with you. I love spending time with you and talking to you, when I have a bad day getting to talk to you makes it feel like it never even happened. Please, give me another chance.”

Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the stress you’ve been under, but the sincerity in his eyes knocks down every emotional barricade you put up. How exactly you got into bed with him is a blur, but you remember Dennis pulling you up at some point as you made out on the couch. This isn’t like the first time you fucked him, he’s taking his time with you now.

Your eyelids flutter as he lays kisses to your neck and chest, peeling your shorts away as you toss your tank top across the room. You can’t keep your hands off of him, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as he removes his shirt. He kisses you deeply, you hear the harsh sound of his zipper and he pulls away for a moment to remove his jeans. He’s back over you in an instant, hips grinding into yours evenly.

You make out slowly, fingers tangled in each other’s hair as he continues dry humping you. His pace begins quickening, his breathing becoming shallow. You’re both getting desperate, and you push his hand down to the waistband of your panties. He removes them without hesitation, pulling away from you once again only to push down his boxers. He reaches over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer for a condom.

You could cry when you finally feel him push inside you, the slow roll of his hips into yours making your eyes nearly cross and your back arch. One arm holds him up just above your torso, his other hand grips your hip. You can feel his teeth and tongue on your neck and clavicle, whining at the soft bites he lays down. The hand on your hip comes up to your chest and you gasp as he squeezes, his thumb grazing your nipple as he wraps his lips around the other. The wet heat drives you fucking crazy; you bite down on your own hand to ground yourself.

Your hips start to sting, you don’t even know how long you’ve had your legs spread at this point. Dennis doesn’t seem anywhere near tired or finished, his speed increased and his grip on your skin even firmer. You wrap your legs around his waist, he moans openly and fucks you harder. It still isn’t as hard as your first hookup, but you imagine this is what finding religion feels like. You feel his hand snake down between your bodies, gasping at the sensation of his thumb circling your clit.

Your eyes start to water, breathing becoming jerky as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His pelvis slams against yours, the speed and friction only pushing you closer to your orgasm. You whimper; the rubber band is about to snap, your stomach tenses and your thighs twitch. Dennis kisses you, hard, pounding into you and stopping abruptly. Your whine becomes a broken moan as he focuses his attention on your clit, tears falling as your entire body stiffens and relaxes from the relief your orgasm brings.

You moan again into his mouth and he continues fucking into you, and you can tell he’s close. Courteous, too. His speed is unrelenting, plowing into you so forcefully it almost hurts. He buries his cock inside you one final time, pressing his face into your tits and moaning raggedly. You almost wish you could feel him cum inside you, curious to experience the sensation. Dennis pants against your chest, squeezing your hip as you release his waist from the confinement of your calves.

He doesn’t move, holding his cock inside of you for what feels like hours. By the time he pulls out, you’re wracked by a wave of exhaustion. You can barely keep your eyes open, only vaguely aware of his movements  as he throws away the condom and pulls the blankets over you both. You feel him stroke your hair and press a kiss to your cheek, and you think you hear him say something but you can’t quite understand him.

Your alarm scares you awake, on your one day off no less. You reach behind yourself, feeling only the mattress under your palm. You sit up, confused, listening for the sound of Dennis moving around anywhere in your apartment. The entire place is silent. You pull on enough clothes to cover yourself, walking to your window to look into the parking lot and searching for Dennis’s car. You don’t see it anywhere. You try to call him, immediately you’re met with the telltale chime ready to inform you you’ve dialed a disconnected phone number.

“Douchebag” doesn’t even begin to describe that motherfucker.

[rollingubeomgyu]

willingly | csc

synopsis: late night talks with seungcheol are your most intimate; and vulnerable, times with him. letting out feelings to him after a long day at work, after a drink with you and his members. as members of the idol industry, your boyfriend is ready to do whatever it takes to keep him and you together, even when the spotlight is placed on both of you. pairing: idol!seungcheol x idol!gn!reader genre: fluff with a sorta angsty topic? LMAO wc: 458 words a/n: thought of this while listening to kiss me better by rihanna,, hope u enjoy

you walk around the empty playground, kicking the sand beneath your feet at some times. as seoul’s cold air passes through your figure and hair, you stand still, gazing at the night sky above you.

you feel time fly as you hear the revving of cars and their honking in the distance. it feels like nothing has happened as you sit down on the swings, rocking back and forth.

that’s until you feel someone hold the chains of your swing, slowing you down.

“y/n-ah, i’m sorry, it’s late, why are you still here?” seungcheol says, walking over to your side.

“ah... well, we did promise that we’d meet up here and talk again, right? and, plus, it’s not that late,”

“but it’s a burden for you to wait out here after i go drinking with the boys,”

you let out a sigh at his concern for you.

damn it, cheol.

“it’s not called late night talks for a reason, isn’t it, and it’s only like what, 11?”

he sits on the swing next to yours and rocks back and forth.

“shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” he questions.

“took like a 5 hour nap today, you need the sleep, choi seungcheol—”

“stop with the full name!” you both start laughing as you push his swing to the side and coming back, he pushes yours in return. you spend the next minutes talking about work and you can’t help but adore the sulky look on his face when he talks about his fellow members. your conversation comes to an end when you only hear the leaves rustling above you two as the wind blows. “that conversation just reminded me that we’re both idols..” you quietly state as a matter of fact. seungcheol hums along to your statement before looking back at you. “do you have any trouble with that? you know— both of us in the idol industry?” at the sudden response, you wave your hands in front of you, denying the statement. “well, i mean, it’s not that, really! it’s more of... how this relationship will affect us in the industry. what if we’re going against contracts? we both lose what we have now, not only between us, but our members, everything. what would i do?” “you know me, y/n. between you and my members and the company, i’d choose seventeen, and you. i’d do anything just for you and the members, that’s who i am, right?” you sit in silence, seeing his eyes still looking at your own. you look away and softly smile. “what are you willing to do?” “i already told you,” he takes your hand and puts his own over it, a soft gaze and serious smile flashed on his face. “anything.”  —  all rights reserved to rollingubeomgyu. 2023.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

okok i may have gotten ahead of myself with the christmas themed ask LMAO even tho you totally killed it and may or may not have put me into a holly jolly mood- ITS OCTOBER I NEED TO SLOW DOWN (slowtown reference?)

in honor of spooky season, may i request tyler x reader on tour during october, where reader totally goes crazy with the spooky decorations?

stickers, fake spiders and spiderwebs, fairy lights, and other decorations allll over the tour bus, backstage, tyler's instruments, etc.

maybe a bit of that tiktok trend of people covering their partners car and face with cutesey stickers lol!!

imagine tyler appearing on stage in Serious Clancy mode with cute halloween stickers all over his face, arms, and mic 😭🥹

trust, this will not be the last halloween themed ask i conjure up this month 😌

i look forward to seeing this come to life!!

hope all is well 🫶🏼

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Haunted Bus - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: none! :)

Word Count: 2614

A/N: This was so much fun to write lol I had so many ideas - halloween is my favorite holiday so I was so excited to see this request. I made it a bit niche by adding that the reader is from NZ like me where we don't really tend to celebrate it which explains why she goes crazy :) also featuring debby and josh bc we luv them! can't wait to see the next request!

It had taken everything in me to stay home while the boys were touring in October. Tyler knew how much I loved Fall and Halloween—it had become our thing. Every year, we’d transform our house into a spooky wonderland, with pumpkins lining the porch, fog machines hidden in the bushes, and skeletons dangling from the eaves. No matter how hard we tried to adjust the schedule, this time, it just wasn’t possible. The best he could do was promise we’d be home by October 14th, just in time to celebrate. But in the meantime, I was determined to bring Halloween with me, no matter where we were. By the time October rolled around, we were only a few weeks away from the end of the American leg of The Clancy Tour, and I was itching to dive into the spooky season. Debby, always my partner in crime, knew exactly what I needed. That morning, we woke up early, leaving Tyler fast asleep, and made our way to Target.

“Oh my god, look at all this!” I practically squealed as we entered the Halloween section, grabbing a red basket and darting toward the decorations. “This is like… heaven. We don’t have anything like this back home!”

Growing up in New Zealand, Halloween had never been a big deal, so the over-the-top decorations in American stores still blew my mind. There were aisles of fake skeletons, glowing ghosts, fog machines, and everything in between. It was like stepping into my dream version of Halloween.

Debby chuckled, shaking her head. “I still don’t get how you survived so many years without a proper Halloween, Y/N.”

“I have no idea,” I replied, pressing every button on the animatronic toys until they were all blinking, buzzing, and screeching. Halloween had become a serious obsession for me. The first year I started dating Tyler, Debby and Josh invited me to their legendary Halloween party, and ever since, I was hooked. Now I talked about the holiday year-round, planning decorations and themes months in advance.

“We should totally make the buses look haunted,” I said, grabbing a couple bags of fake spiderwebs and tossing them into the basket. “We could go all out.”

Debby laughed. “You know we don’t have that much space, right?”

“I know, but we have to get spiderwebs. At least those will fit!” I said, grabbing a few more packets just to be sure. Debby picked up a few boxes of orange fairy lights and handed some to me.

“We used these last time around Josh’s drum kit, and it looked amazing. He told me to pick up more. I’m sure you can find some use for them on your bus.”

Before long, our baskets were overflowing with decorations—candy corn, ghost window gels, pumpkin stickers, and all the spooky essentials. The thought of surprising—and slightly annoying—Tyler with a fully decorated haunted bus made me feel like a kid again. I was practically buzzing with excitement as we headed back, already plotting out how to turn our bus into a Halloween wonderland.

When we got back, Tyler was still fast asleep, so I tiptoed into the bus, trying not to wake him. I got straight to work, channeling my inner Halloween decorator. I stretched fake spiderwebs over the cabinets, stuck glowing ghost decals onto the windows, and placed a pumpkin spice candle on the counter. The bus was starting to look like a Halloween explosion, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined Tyler’s reaction.

Tyler eventually stirred, letting out a groggy groan as he reached out, his hand searching for me on the other side of the bed. I crawled beside him, watching as his sleepy eyes blinked open. His brow furrowed slightly, and I could tell he hadn’t noticed anything yet.

“I’m right here, hun,” I whispered, smiling as I leaned in closer.

“Good morning,” he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. His nose wrinkled, and he squinted toward the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”

“Pumpkin spice candle,” I said, biting back a grin. 

Tyler stretched and yawned before his eyes finally took in the scene around him—the fake spiderwebs stretched across the kitchen, the ghost decals on the windows, the plastic spiders scattered across the counter. His sleepy expression morphed into one of amused disbelief.

“How did you…?

“Debby took me to Target,” I said innocently, suppressing a giggle.

He shook his head, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Of course she did. You just love spooky season, don’t you?”

“More than anyone,” I declared proudly.

Tyler sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he surveyed the Halloween transformation. “You’re going to drive Josh insane with all this.”

“Josh will love it,” I shot back, hopping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen. “Besides, Debby helped me pick everything out, so he doesn’t get a vote.”

Tyler chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he padded toward the shower. “I don’t know what I’m more scared of—the haunted bus or how far you’re planning to take this.”

“You have no idea what’s coming,” I teased, winking as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he was gone, I pulled out the rest of the decorations Debby and I had picked up and headed to the venue. Debby and Josh were already there, decorating Josh’s drum kit with the orange fairy lights, while I set to work sticking pumpkin stickers across Tyler’s bass and even sneaking a few onto the piano keys. We scattered more fake spiders and webs throughout the dressing rooms and across the arena, adding to the overall spooky vibe. By the time Tyler joined us, he was stumbling across Halloween decorations every few steps, muttering under his breath each time he found another sticker or plastic spider.

But no matter how much he tried to act annoyed, I could tell he was secretly enjoying the chaos. Every now and then, I’d catch him peeling off a sticker, only for me to stick another one somewhere else when he wasn’t looking. His exasperation was growing, but so was that mischievous smile he couldn’t hide.

As the afternoon wore on, the whole crew had gotten into the Halloween spirit. Josh was drumming with little skeletons dangling from his kit, Debby was sticking glow-in-the-dark bats onto his drumsticks, and even the crew had added their own decorations to equipment cases and dressing room doors.

Tyler, meanwhile, was wandering the venue with a bemused expression, fake spiderwebs clinging to his jacket and tiny pumpkins stuck to his guitar case. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw a bright green ghost sticker on his shoulder that he hadn’t noticed yet.

“You’re really pushing your luck, Y/N,” he teased, giving me a playful glare when he caught me giggling.

I grinned, leaning back against the soundboard. “You love it. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Josh shouting, “Tyler, look at your uke!”

We all turned to see Josh holding up Tyler's ukulele, now with a large spider sticker plastered right at the base of the neck. Tyler groaned, running a hand through his hair, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“How did I not see that earlier?” he muttered, shaking his head.

Debby and I exchanged a mischievous look before bursting into laughter. “You were too busy focusing on the tiny pumpkins I stuck on the piano keys,” I teased.

Tyler sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. As the evening approached and the fans started filling the venue, the spooky decorations spread everywhere. The stage, the dressing rooms, the buses—everything had a touch of Halloween madness. Fans even showed up in costumes, snapping pictures of the stage decked out in orange fairy lights and haunted decor.

When it was finally time for the show, Tyler stepped onto the stage, falling into his intense Clancy persona. The crowd erupted in cheers, and for a moment, he was completely focused. But then, mid-song, he noticed the bright orange pumpkin sticker I’d placed on his mic earlier. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his serious expression, but I saw him bite back a smile. It got worse when he caught Josh’s eye. Josh, sitting behind his drum kit surrounded by glow-in-the-dark bats, was giving Tyler a look that screamed, What have we become? Tyler cracked—he turned away from the crowd, pretending to adjust his in-ear monitor, but I saw the laugh he was holding in.

As the night wore on, the decorations became part of the performance. Fans pointed out the tiny pumpkins and skeletons strung across the stage, snapping pictures and laughing at the haunted spectacle. Tyler, still fighting to keep Clancy intact, kept getting caught off guard by the random Halloween touches I’d added. His mic, his guitar, even his water bottle had tiny pumpkins and spiders stuck to them.

During the encore, he finally gave in. As he came back onstage for the final song, he raised his arm to reveal the black cat temporary tattoo I’d sneakily applied earlier. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Tyler just shook his head with a grin.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” he said into the mic, holding up his arm for the audience to see.

The fans cheered louder, and I felt my cheeks flush with pride as I stood offstage, watching him with a satisfied grin. Tyler finished the set with the stickers still plastered all over his gear, and by the end of the night, I knew I had succeeded in turning the tour into the ultimate Halloween experience.

As the last notes of the encore rang out and the lights dimmed, Tyler came offstage, still shaking his head in amused disbelief. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we made our way back toward the dressing room. The sound of the crowd's final cheers still echoed in the air, filling me with a sense of joy that felt as electric as the Halloween lights strung throughout the venue.

“You're lucky I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple, a sweet reminder of how special moments like this were to us.

“I know,” I replied smugly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “And you’re lucky I didn’t cover your entire face in stickers.”

Tyler groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t give them any ideas,” he said, nodding toward Josh and the crew, who were still cackling about the Halloween chaos. “I’ll be peeling stickers off my stuff for weeks.”

I shrugged playfully. “Totally worth it,” I replied with a wink, letting go of his waist to gather up a few stray decorations left behind.

We entered the dressing room, which was still littered with remnants of our Halloween takeover. Fake spiders crawled across the table, and a few pumpkin stickers had managed to find their way onto crew members' gear. The atmosphere was light and buzzing, filled with laughter and excitement from the show.

As I started collecting the decorations, Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with a smile. “You know, this has actually been kind of fun,” he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Even if it is a total disaster.”

I shot him a teasing glare. “A total disaster? This is a masterpiece! Wait until next year; we’ll have the whole tour bus covered in cobwebs and pumpkin lights.”

“Next year, huh?” he mused, clearly already imagining the chaos I had in store. “You might need to start planning now.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” I replied, laughing as I tossed another handful of stickers into a bag. “I’m going to need an entire month of preparation for the ultimate Halloween tour.”

As we finished tidying up, Josh sauntered in, his hair still slightly damp from the post-show shower. “You guys seriously went all out. I can’t believe how many stickers you managed to get on our stuff,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Hey, you’re just as much to blame for this,” Tyler shot back, gesturing toward the decorations that surrounded us. “You encouraged her!”

Josh held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here for the fun, man. But next year, I’m putting my foot down. No more pumpkin stickers on my kit, alright?”

“Challenge accepted,” I said with a grin, leaning closer to Josh as I started to plot out my next Halloween invasion.

The conversation shifted to plans for the next few shows, but I could feel the warmth of Tyler’s arm resting around my shoulders. As he leaned in closer, I felt a flutter in my stomach. This was what I loved most about being on the road with him—the spontaneous moments, the laughter, and how easy it felt to share the chaos of life together.

After a while, as the laughter faded and we began to wrap things up, Tyler turned to me, his expression softening. “You know, it’s these little moments that make everything worth it,” he said quietly, glancing around the dressing room, now a blend of spooky decor and lingering laughter.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, leaning into him, feeling his warmth seep into me.

With the decorations finally packed away, we made our way back to the bus. The excitement of the show still hung in the air, and I could see Tyler’s contentment reflected in the twinkle of the fairy lights strung up in the bus. He opened the door, and we stepped inside together, the cozy atmosphere wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

“Okay, but we have to leave a few decorations up,” I said, grabbing a couple of leftover spiderwebs and tossing them onto the couch. “Just to keep us in the spirit till we get home.”

Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I replied, smirking as I sank into the couch, pulling him down next to me. “This is only the beginning.”

As we settled in, I snuggled up against him, the bus rocking gently as the night wore on. We spent the rest of the evening recounting our favorite moments from the show and joking about the fans’ reactions to the Halloween madness. With each laugh and shared glance, I could feel our connection deepening. The world outside faded away, and in this moment, it was just us—wrapped up in our own little universe, where the spirit of Halloween reigned supreme.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble we’ll get into next year,” Tyler mused, a playful grin spreading across his face.

I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Next year? Just wait until we turn our house into a haunted mansion!”

“Bring it on, spooky girl,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Just promise me you’ll let me get through one more tour before you unleash your full Halloween arsenal on me.”

“Deal,” I replied, biting back a smile. “But I can’t make any promises about the off-season.”

As the night wore on, we sat in comfortable silence, the glow from the pumpkin spice candle flickering softly around us. I leaned my head on his shoulder, soaking in the warmth of the moment. Halloween may have just begun, but this tour had already turned into an unforgettable adventure—one filled with laughter, love, and more than a few stickers.

And I knew, deep down, that as long as I had Tyler by my side, every season, every tour, and every moment would be just as magical, chaotic, and full of laughter as this Halloween had been.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

What about 10. "Cat got your tongue?" with the fae Janus au?

Faeries in a Dance

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Roman's going out to a party, leaving Janus and Virgil alone to spend some time together. Maybe it takes Janus by suprise that Virgil wants to take part in some more magical shenanigans.

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| Ao3 | Previous Part |

This fic isn't necessarily a continuation, but it takes place in the universe of Faeries In The Forest (and other fics linked from there)

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Warnings: Dissociation (or possibly hypnotisation? Though it's framed positively)

Pairings: Anxceit, Anaroceit

Word Count: 1784

Notes:

Helloooo

This was based on this prompt/ask I got from an ask game SO long ago, like, over a year ago fdkffkds I can't believe I only just finished it lmao - so sorry this took so long jfdkslfjds

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"Cat got your tongue, my darling?" Roman hummed, raising an eyebrow at Deceit as he stepped out of his bedroom wearing the most - Virgil could only describe it as obnoxious, though Roman looked lovely in it - dress. 

Deceit was staring shamelessly at the way the dress split at Roman's thigh, the glittered red fabric elegantly pooling at his feet - where he was wearing sparkly red platform heels. 

"Roman-" Virgil started, about to protest the outfit he had chosen before a gloved finger was pressed to his lips. 

“You look stunning my dear,” Deceit said, “Don’t let V tell you otherwise.”

“I wasn’t gonna-”

“Shhh” Deceit said.

“I was-” Virgil was cut off with a kiss from Deceit.

“No talking for you, sweetheart, we’re admiring our lovely partner right now.”

Virgil huffed and crossed his arms, once Deceit had let him go he said, “You do look great, Roman.”

“Why thank you! Both of you! I was worried it’s a little much for the event, what do you two think?” Roman asked, stepping forward towards them.

“It’s a party to celebrate the success of your musical, is it not?” Deceit asked, Roman nodded, “Then surely a dramatic outfit is adequate.”

“Wonderful! You get it,” Roman laughed, Virgil huffed.

“It's a casual get together between tha cast,” He said, “Not the oscars.”

Roman burst out laughing, “I see your point, V, but consider: I'll be the most beautiful one there! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“More like embarrassing,” Virgil mumbled.

“You won’t even be there, darling,” Deceit told him, “If our Prince wants to wear such a dazzling outfit to his party I don’t see why he shouldn’t.”

“Awee you think I’m dazzling?” Roman tried to tease, though he was bright red with blush. 

“Of course I do,” Deceit said, stepping closer. Roman nearly matched his height with those heels. Slipping a finger under Roman’s chin, Deceit tilted his head up so they were nose to nose, “Although you are always beautiful, I can’t say you didn’t render me speechless, my dear.”

“Oh- oh I- um- thank you!” Roman stammered, his face as red as his dress. Deceit chuckled and pressed a kiss to Roman’s lips. Virgil laughed as Roman chased Deceit’s lips when he pulled away.

“Careful darling, I don’t want to smudge your lovely makeup.” Deceit said, though Virgil could already see that his lips were stained red from Roman’s lipstick. 

“And besides, I want a kiss too,” Virgil huffed, stepping forward, “If you’re gonna dress like that you can’t expect us not to.”

“Of course not,” Roman laughed, swooping down to press a kiss to Virgil’s lips too, hand tangling in his hair even as he pulled away, eyes sparkling with a smile. Now his lipstick really was smudged, though it somehow looked even better now that it was more diluted.

“You planned this,” Deceit said, chuckling as he reached for Roman’s hands, “You knew we’d kiss you so you put on more lipstick.”

Roman chuckled, “You caught me! I just know you both so well my darlings.”

Shaking his head, Virgil gently pushed Roman towards the door, “Get out, you flirt, or you’ll be late for your party.”

“Alright alright,” Roman laughed, kissing Virgil on the cheek and then reaching over to do the same to Deceit, “I’m going!”

“Keep your phone on!” Virgil told him sternly, always one for keeping them safe. 

“Go on, enjoy your night my dear.” Deceit said, waving a hand as Roman turned back in the doorway to wave at them. Moments later he was shutting the door behind him and rushing out of their apartment to head to his party. Virgil turned to look at his remaining boyfriend.

“Why didn’t you want to go with him?” Virgil asked, tilting his head. They had both been invited, Virgil knew why he didn’t want to go, but he thought Deceit would be quite in place at a party. 

Deceit hummed, taking his hand and leading him over to the sofa, where he was pulled gracefully into the faerie’s lap, “I’m not sure dancing with mortals in a crowded space would go down so well,” He said softly. Virgil leant against his chest, letting out a hum. He’d almost forgotten how dangerous fae powers could be. 

“Right,” He says softly. 

“Why didn’t you want to go?” Deceit asked, running a hand through Virgil’s hair. 

“I’m a socially awkward, anxious freak?” Virgil says plainly, as though talking about the weather, making Deceit frowned.

“You are not a freak,” he says, kissing Virgil’s forehead, “You are anxious and socially awkward, though, I cannot deny those.”

Virgil chuckles, laying his head on Deceit’s shoulder, “Roman loves all these parties and stuff, I just… don’t, I’d rather be here.”

“I understand,” Deceit says softly, “And I would rather not enchant a whole room of mortals to dance, as freeing as it would be for me.”

At that, Virgil paused. Deceit had always been upfront about not wanting to enchant or hurt people. He was summer, he had the power to burn along with the fun-seeking spirit of a seelie. Virgil hadn’t quite considered how repressing the natural instinct to take and enchant and bewitch mortals might affect him.

An idea popped into his head, then. A stupid idea that he dismissed at first, content to cuddle with his faerie, though it wormed its way back into his consciousness and eventually he gave into it, standing up and offering Deceit a hand as well. He took it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Will you help me move the couch?” Virgil asked, gesturing towards the wall. They’d need a bit of space.

“Yes…?” Deceit said, clear confusion on his face even as he did as Virgil asked. 

“Okay, cool, uh - I’m just gonna…” he mumbled as he connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker they kept next to the TV. 

“What are you up to, little spider?” Deceit asked, frowning as Virgil scrolled through his phone. 

“We need music to dance to,” Virgil said simply, setting down his phone and turning to look at Deceit, who was suddenly staring wide eyed, “What?”

“You… want to dance with me?” Deceit asked, looking surprisingly tentative.

“You said dancing would be freeing,” Virgil said, putting on some random song from his playlist and holding out his hands, “So dance with me.”

“But you… you know what it will do to you, don’t you?” Deceit asked, already reaching for his hands. 

“I trust you,” Virgil said, taking Janus’ hand and spinning into his chest, “Though I’ll warn you I’m not really a good dancer.”

“You want me to enchant you?” Deceit asked, wrapping one arm around Virgil’s waist, Virgil smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I think so,” Virgil said - he wasn’t having doubts exactly but Deceit’s worry made him worry more too.

“Would you like me to tell you how you’ll feel first?” Deceit asked, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips - he tasted so sweet, even more so than normal, and his touch made Virgil’s lips tingle. 

“I think that would be reassuring,” Virgil nodded - then they would both know what they were agreeing to. 

“You’ll feel hazy,” Janus said, “Warm, relaxed - I believe you’ll feel like you’re floating, light as air - you’ll feel happy, maybe even freed - and you won't want it to end.”

“It will end, though, right? I won’t be stuck?” Virgil asked, he didn’t want to be stuck like that, though it did sound… almost nice.

“Of course not,” Deceit said, “As soon as we stop you’ll start coming down from it, I’ll take care of you.”

“And we won't dance for too long, will we?” He asked, not giving in to the way Deceit had already started swaying with him to the music.

“No,” Deceit said softly, “We won't dance for more than an hour.”

“Okay,” Virgil said, turning around to face Janus properly with a smile on his face, “I trust you.”

“I’ve never felt so honoured to have someone’s trust,” Janus said softly, lowering a hand to his shoulder and the other to his waist so that he could begin to spin him around in a slow dance. The song Virgil had chosen might not be the best for it, but it was better than nothing for him. Janus pressed another kiss to his lips and Virgil let the almost sickly sweet taste wash over him. He was giving Janus his trust entirely, he would be completely at his mercy if he let go and allowed himself to be taken by the dace, but… for some reason he wanted to. 

Slowly he felt his mind slip away. He felt that floaty feeling Janus had mentioned overtake him and he felt elated. There was no worry, no anxiety, just the music and the way they were moving, the soft gentle touch of Janus’ hands and the gentle turning and swaying he was being guided into. Virgil wasn’t a dancer, but then he’d never danced like this before. 

Dazed in the best way, happy and giggling, letting out a laugh he never would’ve under different circumstances. He heard Janus laugh too, he could almost feel him drinking up the energy in the room - the energy Virgil was relishing in. 

Before he knew it though the feeling was beginning to fade away. He felt strong arms lift him and ever so gently set him down, he felt a comforting presence next to him, a hand in his hair, kisses pressed to his face. Virgil snuggled up to the warmth and sure enough he fell asleep in minutes. 

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“Good evening, sunshine,” Deceit said softly when Virgil finally woke. It was dark, Virgil’s head still felt a little funny - just a little bit of fog that hadn’t cleared, “How do you feel, my dear?”

“What time’s it?” Virgil asked, slurring his words a little. 

Deceit chuckled, helping him to sit up, “Almost eleven, you slept for a few hours.”

“Bah,” Virgil grumbles.

“You probably needed it sweetheart,” Deceit said, kissing his forehead, “Did you have fun?”

It took a moment for him to remember what Deceit was talking about - but soon enough he remembered the dance, the feelings, the way he’d felt so safe and warm… “Yeah, I did - we should do it again sometime… it was really relaxing…”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself,” Janus hummed, pressing little kisses all over his face, Virgil squeaked and batted him away, “Really though, I’m glad you felt relaxed enough to sleep, my dear.”

“Me too,” Virgil said with a nod, before grinning a little, “Princey’s gonna be so jealous he missed out.”

"Well that just gives us an excuse to do it again, doesn't it?" 

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmealdaydreams @littlerat2 @goldnskyart (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

[suosgirl]

Kicking my legs up like a school girl texting her crush while i read your kiryu selfship posts

Im honestly so baffled why they dont have more notes bc they are so pleasant to read nad you are so enthusiastic about them!!

Im currently reading through your blog and your characterization of Suo is so amazing like GIRL

But a person talking about their special interest?? Their cute lil blorbo and themself?? Like hit me tf uP

This is ann invitation for your selfship thoughts

Hit it like a BASEBALL do a HOMERUN WITH IT EVEN

Note: Omg why was I also kicking my legs up like a school girl while reading this? HAHA u are so incredibly sweet and ah your words mean so so much to me – ily and appreciate u so very very much ♡ (also so incredibly sorry abt how late this is ahhhh) It’s the way that I’ve been thinking about this religiously since I received it because – who am I? To deny a sweet sweet anon their request of my selfship thoughts? HAHA so, you get 2 for the price of one! Suo + Kiryu because I have many things to say!!

picrew link if you're interested!!!

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Kiryu

♡ Our couple songs? The Way by ariana grande feat. mac miller (specifically the live from london version) & NYC by romeo + juliet

♡ Kiryu and I would absolutely positively date to marry and have kids tbh

♡ We’d be the couple that never leaves the honeymoon stage

♡ And he would take such good care of me – like this guy is so great at communicating, so empathetic, so sweet, so kind

♡ and I feel like we’d both just want the best for each other and want to become better partners to each other as a result of that

♡ Like if I notice that Kiryu’s sleeping but didn’t get his login bonuses before the day ends, I’ll go in and do it for him

♡ Or if I accidentally fall asleep with my makeup on he’ll carefully use a makeup wipe to remove it or just gently wake me up so that I can wash my face

♡ Our habits definitely rub off on each other too like – 

♡ If he’s staying up to play games while I have to wake up early for work, then his mic is off and he’s not talking (though I'm a deep sleeper so he can absolutely talk like I don't mind) or he’s moving to another room so that I can get some sleep (even though I don't mind!!!)

♡ and if I notice his water run out while in the middle of a game, I’ll refill his water bottle without even asking him and grab him some snacks too in case he’s feeling munchie

♡ and I’d never feel insecure around him, because he’d give me words of affirmation and praise like every minute of every day!

♡ but if I do fall into that headspace, he’s sitting me in his lap while he talks about everything that he loves about me!!!

♡ and it’s not just affirmations like “you’re pretty” (though I do enjoy those) – no, he’s saying things like “you have the kindest heart I’ve ever met” or “you manage to think about something that you can do for me at least once everyday and I’m always in awe of how thoughtful you are” (lmao what I would give to hear this tbfh)

♡ also, he definitely loves giving my butt love taps whenever he passes me like it becomes so secondhand nature that sometimes he accidentally does it in public and I have to shoo his hand away

♡ he also! loves! having! a baddie gf!!!!

♡ it’s so funny bc I’ve been told that I look v intimidating so I can only imagine that we give off black cat and golden retriever vibes BUT THEN you talk to us and we’re both just big ol puppies!

♡ also always has a hand on my hip UGH

♡ sometimes he’ll squeeze the soft fat there and i’ll give him the look and he’s whisking me away so we can makeout

♡ also he's definitely weak whenever I say please or give him my doe eyes like I know that man is CRUMBLING he can never say no to me

♡ ugh and since he gets all his clothes oversized, that means that I’m positively swimming in them

♡ when we start living together, he falls in love with me all over again bc I'm wearing his sweaters and they hang off my shoulders just right, and I’ve got my big glasses on with no makeup and my hair in a messy bun and he’s fucking smitten

♡ but also he gets hurt bc he’ll see how poor my work life balance is and how much I overwork myself and he’ll scold me or force me to take breaks and even though I'm irritated as shit, I still recognize that he’s coming from a place of love

♡ we go on so many dates! To the flea market! To cafes! To bakeries! To the aquarium! To get matching tattoos! To get piercings!

♡ and sometimes I'll watch him play his little games! and explain everything to me! and I listen because I care! and I love him!

♡ Definitely has a pink PC with a Polaroid photo of me in it (and let's be so real here it's either a cute wholesome candid one of me OR it’s a lingerie pic)

♡ Sometimes when we both don’t wanna do a chore (i.e. dishes, taking out the trash, little mundane boring tasks like that) we’ll do a typing contest and whoever’s faster wins

♡ Very hit and miss sometimes – if I have my long nails then he’s fucking wiping the competition with me, but if i’ve had my iced coffee then i’m leaving him in the fucking dust

♡ loves how creative I am! He supports my ideas and endeavors and lets me ramble as much as I want! And the whole time he’s just looking at me with eyes full of love and admiration

♡ also, his affirmations definitely make me cry. He knows how emotional I can get and he just softly wipes my tears away as he drowns me in his love and worship ugh we’d be so so in love it would be sickening

♡ I’ve always felt that Leo’s love with all of their heart, genuinely, and I can absolutely picture Kiryu and I just being so obsessed with each other (in a healthy way!)

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Suo

♡ Suo and I are enemies to lovers – absofuckinglutely

♡ Our couple songs: reciprocity by susan carol (this fking song!!! and this is early in our relationship before he even asks me to be his gf!!!!) & built for love by pj morton feat. jazmine sullivan (when we actually start dating hehe)

♡ bonus songs: wetter by twista ft. erika shevon and hey daddy (daddy’s home) by usher (mwahahahaa)

♡ first and fucking foremost, this man is an Aries and I'm a Leo – but since we're both fire signs I feel like our feelings are always on the extremes 

♡ like we’re either extremely in love with each other or extremely mad at each other (though he's so good at hiding it - I, on the other hand, am not)

♡ okay so – the first time I meet Suo, I immediately have a big ass crush on him like he’s everything and more and he’s so sweet and hot and I am just a bit weak in my knees

♡ but then, I find out that he’s this sweet and nice with everyone else and I’m like??? Okay. I’m going to keep myself from liking you then because I don’t want to read too much into it.

♡ but I’m as much of a flirt as he is so we’re building up this fucking tension that everyone can see but neither of us makes a move to go further

♡ because we can’t tell if we’re serious about our flirting or not HAHA

♡ I know deep in my soul that our banter goes crazy too

♡ like we’re using such proper english just trying to get jabs at each other

♡ “Suo, that wasn’t really funny” “Maybe not to someone of your caliber.” “Oh sorry! I just don't have the humor of a Neanderthal, oops!”

♡ and I feel like he’d disagree with me on certain topics on purpose just to piss me off

♡ “sorry, I couldn’t help it – you’re so cute when you’re mad”

♡ “Suo, stop fucking talking to me.”

♡ I’m so stupidly expressive too, so I know he’s leaving little touches here and there or whispering in my ear or complimenting me out of nowhere and it’s making me so so weak

♡ but in between all of that, he’s also seeing me for who I am, my morals, my work ethic, my personality, my dorky side, and he’s falling for me so deeply but doesn’t know how to address it because oh no this isn’t a game anymore I actually really like her

♡  I fell first, he fell HARDER!!

♡ so our feelings for each other are so slowburn bc we’re both just idiots who are interested in each other but we both are so prideful (and scared of rejection) so like it just takes forever for one of us to confess

♡ I feel like it would probably be me too because I’d be so over this cat-and-mouse game – like okay I like you, do you feel the same way or are you just fucking with me

♡ but the minute that I say this? and admit it?

♡ it's like a string snaps and we are definitely definitely taking out our anger on each other in ways that I simply cannot say here

♡ but just like our signs, it's hot and passionate and fueled by such deep affection and love and loathing for each other oof

♡ when we actually start dating tho? He is a lovesick puppy for me, I make sure of it

♡ like I know he’d want to be in control and everything but I simply cannot allow that so yeah good luck with that babe

♡ because I’m arguing every chance I get 

♡ “let’s go, pretty boy. You wanna tussle?”

♡ but yes I feel like our relationship is so fiercely loyal and attracted to each other we are just so so good together and we'd actually never break up like we'd get married and have kids and grow old together and -

♡ and my parents would LOVE HIM ugh.

♡ I need him so bad you don't understand I'm frothing at the mouth punching the walls manifesting his presence so bad

[crushed-starlight]

okay i don’t even know where to begin with this ,, holy fuck

so UHH HMMM YEAH OKAY YEAH THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN ??? i’m now dating the worlds nicest guy ?????? cameo asked me out over summer break and i said let’s wait until we’re in the same city again but over those two months we texted every day and god if you saw those messages you’d assume we’d been together for years..

now we’re in person and properly dating he’s the absolute best ???? he treats me perfectly and wants to be around me all the time ?????????? and on one hand i love it sooo much i want to explode it’s everything ive been yearning for and hoping for for literal YEARS like he actually sees me in the way i want to be seen and he’s endlessly patient with me and so caring and and and a million other wonderful things i could talk about but ON THE OTHER HAND ,,

on the other hand there’s this imbalance. this is what they don’t tell you about because so few people treat me so well that this would even begin to be an issue. he’s so eager to drop EVERYTHING to be around me and be there for me that i feel like i can’t do the same for him. no, i KNOW i can’t unless he gets better at communicating his own needs too. he’s so deep in that honeymoon phase mindset of “anything for you” that it’s a little uncomfortable, not because of how clingy he is (i really love how clingy he is) but because i can see that it’s becoming unbalanced and potentially unhealthy and i don’t have the self restraint to stop it. so i did what few relationship havers know how to do ,, i straight up told him lmao

but i told him at 11pm over text after a long day out together with the add on of “let’s talk about this more next time we hang out but for now we need sleep lmao” so i get to play the fun waiting game of OUHHJGH WAS THAG A BAD IDEA ????? when i know full well its best to address stuff like this as early on as i can :) healthy relationships are WORK, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. my number one enemy is codependency (i’ve seen my fair share of that in friends’ relationships and i’m Terrified to fall into their patterns) so i want to make extra double triple sure we can continue to exist as individual people and not rely on each other too much.

in terms of personal development, i honestly think i’m pretty much good. i know my issues and i’m working through them, and i don’t really need any help with that besides the occasional crumb of reassurance. i’m great at communicating my own needs without feeling like a burden or making them someone else’s problem. but he’s so eager to swoop in and prove himself with pledges of trust and support and acts of service that it’s like ??? okay cool i get it you’ll do Anything for me but i Don’t Want You To. i want us to be cool individual people who like each others company but don’t take on all of each others problems. i don’t want him to fix me, i want him to support me as i work on myself. and i want to support him as he works on himself too !!!! but is he willing to do that?

for context we’ve only been actually dating for a week lmao

anyway communication is cool and all but so is being hugged and held no matter where we are and getting to laugh together and do everyday life together and meeting each others friends and there’s no pressure to do anything sexual like we haven’t even kissed yet but there’s such a comfortable closeness in how we are around each other that i’ve literally never had this quickly with ANYONE and it’s so good shfhdkshd yeagh i really hope this lasts and i know he hopes so too but that can only happen if he stops trying to be my night in shining armour and starts seeing himself as my equal instead of figuratively worshipping the ground i walk !!!!!!!

[moni-logues]

Marriage or Arsenic?

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff, domestic, established relationship

Word count: 984

Content: no real warnings but they do pretend to poison each other so there are jokes about murder lmao

Summary: You and Taehyung have been happy for years even though you do wish he'd get on with it and just propose already. When a bit gets out of hand, you strike a deal.

A/N: in honour of our boy's birthday, I'm reposting my very first ever fic!!!!!!

“Yeobo!��� Taehyung calls as he enters the apartment. He has called you that for years, but you’re not actually married and that’s fine. You’re not in any rush. There’s plenty of time for all that; you’re both still young, after all. Sure, a lot of couples do get engaged and married after less time than you’ve been together but what works for one couple won’t necessarily work for another and you guys are so happy as you are. It's fine! It's fine.

Would you love to marry Taehyung? Of course! It would be a dream! Would you love for him to propose to you? Of course! It keeps you up at night sometimes, dreaming about how he’d do it and what he’d say. You’ve even thought about proposing to him yourself, truth be told, but you know he’d be disappointed to not be the one to do it. And also, you’re fine waiting. It’s completely fine.

“Where are you?” he calls again.

“Shower!” you reply as you lather shampoo in your hair.

“How long have you been in?” His voice sounds closer now as he approaches the bathroom. “How much longer will you be?”

“It’s a Big Shower night tonight and I’ve only just started, so it’ll be a good half an hour before I’m out and dressed again.”

“Good,” you think you hear him mutter as he walks away.

Good? You wonder what he’s planning and try not to get ahead of yourself. He obviously would not propose without any warning like this, would he? You were planning to get straight into your pyjamas but should you put on real clothes instead? No, you decide not to let your brain go there. He probably just wants to know when he can use the shower. Probably. Yeah, probably…

As you pad into the kitchen, clean and tingling (and wearing pyjamas), you see Tae at the stove. His cooking has improved tremendously, and, as long as he keeps it simple, he can produce some truly edible food. Tonight, it’s fancified ramen.

“Special ramen,” Taehyung announces.

“And what’s so special about it?” you ask as you take two bowls from the cupboard.

“A secret ingredient.”

“Ah.” You nod, knowingly. “Arsenic?”

“Of course. But only in your bowl.”

He’s so good at playing it straight whereas your face splits into an enormous grin immediately. His complete conviction to deadpan used to throw you when you first met and resulted in a number of misunderstandings and miscommunications, but once you got to know each other, you realised that your rhythms ran to the same beat; you are completely in sync.

You place the two steaming bowls onto the dining table and Tae immediately switches them around with a shake of his head.

“This one is yours.”

You take a spoonful of broth, blow on it gently while he watches you intently and then you taste it.

“And how is it?” he asks.

“You know, that arsenic has really given it such a depth of flavour. Go on, you try some of yours.”

“But mine doesn’t have arsenic in!”

“Oh, doesn’t it? You think you’re the only one with access to arsenic? Honey, you should know me better than that by now.”

Mission accomplished: he breaks and grins back at you.

“Well, if I’d known it was going to the last night on earth for us both, I might have made something better,” he muses.

“I definitely didn’t think we’d go down like this, I have to say.”

You raise your bowls to each other and clink them together. Commitment to the bit. That’s what you love. Along with everything else.

*

Lying on the sofa in Taehyung’s arms, a film playing on the TV, you debate whether or not to just close your eyes for a little bit, have a rest. Without turning around and disturbing him, you can’t check, but you’re pretty sure Tae’s asleep already. You stretch out to the TV remote to turn it off and he shuffles behind you.

“Hey, I'm watching that,” he mumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Oh, damn; I thought the arsenic had got you. How long will it take, do you reckon?”

You settle back in his arms and close your eyes.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping you go first so I know what I’m in for.”

“Of course, I will. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know you would; it’s why I’ll love yo-…” He chuckles. “I was going to say it’s why I’ll love you until death does us part, but given that we’re both going to die tonight, that’s not very long. I will love you until I die in this life and then I’ll love you in the next life and the next life and the one after that and the one after that.”

“The one after that?” You ask.

“No, not that one.” You know he’s joking. “I feel like I’ve loved you before, too, don’t you think? Like our souls knew each other even before we did.”

You feel the same: there is a deep-rooted connection between the two of you that you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

“And do you think we’ll get married in the next life?” you ask. You know that he knows that you want to get married; it’s not like you haven’t talked about it.

He laughs.

“Don’t you think we should get married in this one, first?”

“Well, yes, but it looks like we’re out of time now, doesn’t it?”

“Ok, let’s make a deal, then. If we both survive until tomorrow, I promise we can get married.”

You nod and ignore the way your heart picks up.

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

“Ok, good, now, be quiet, I’m trying to die in peace.”

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. Even if you really only get one lifetime with him, who could possibly complain?

[rgr-pop]

we had literally just had a user services meeting where my supervisor said the library decided not to put any high time sensitive stacks project on the agenda for the summer. she was like please use your vacation time!

the next monday at 3pm our director read our meeting notes, became mad, and decided unilaterally to assign us (just me and my supervisor plus my students if i have them) to shift the whole general collection by august starting now. more or less out or nowhere (i spent last summer and fall outliningwhat we’d need to do and getting trained up while i was creating a whole oversize collection from scratch but was told up til a few weeks ago that it wouldn’t go on the calendar—primarily because we don’t have the staff.)

we asked for the plan and he said “shifting ldoesn’t need a plan. just move the books. distribute the evenly across the shelves with each shelf at 60-75% fill capacity.” (WHICH and okay math?)

please if you’ve ever planned or participated in a collection shift chime in. not sure i can possibly explain how deranged this is

fun fact TS isn’t sure how many volumes are in our collection due to not being inventoried in about a decade. the director didn’t have a sense within 10,000 of how many books he was asking us to move even if a shift was just moving books from one location to another (it’s not). we were gonna focus on missing and inventory over the summer (fun fact we have a missing list about SEVEN PERCENT OF THE COLLECTION!!!) it’s good practice to always measure the materials on the shelf for a shift but it’s essential when you don’t have a well maintained collection— the other way we would make the estimation of how to distribute a collection evenly would be to use a formula estimating volumes per linear inch in various collection types. but again we have a 7% missing collection lmao

so over the past two and a half workdays i’ve been working a 10 page project plan all by myself — planning stacks projects is not my job. i’m still a clerk with some extra technical duties on paper. i make about 24k in a year working part time. the people doing this task at msu make 2-3 times what i make. there are two administrators above me, one who is lying about the work itself and being insane (also the worst at his job or anyone alive), the other doesn’t know how to do any of this. and she’s dedicated herself to getting caught up and this makes me feel a million times better but in theory on principle i should not do this (he will make me “move the books” regardless sooo)

we have this thing in my unit called responsibility dollars you can apply for to get a small bonus for a project outside your job description. if i was full time i would be eligible for an extra $3.25 or so, but as part time i can only get $1.20. so onward requesting my $33 per week summer stipend.. my director might block admin from approving it because he doesn’t believe a plan is required. i should just move the books! (google how to plan a library shift if you’re interested in my work)

anyway the problem is that i really enjoy doing this and would love to do a good job at it. it’s not happening in august lol be real. what rows this man want us speed shelving for. TO WHAT END?? WHY?? i will see this through and start applying to archives jobs—the real core of the “thrown into the most chaotic situation imaginable and plan a lil system” field—it’s what i’m good at and i’m putting this stupid shit in my portfolio. all i actually want is to not have my work openly disrespected by a man who wants the library to literally crumble because he hates queer people so much ! he still by the way refuses to speak directly to me or read anything i produce 🤷‍♀️

my supervisor texted me this morning at 11 am asking me if i was at work (i was in the staff kitchen and didn’t see it til hours later bc i was AT WORK not ON MY PHONE and she didn’t use work communication) so now i’m paranoid that they’re watching my time, which is insane bc i’m so much more productive… he tried this last year too around the incident. challenged some hours i worked out of nowhere and said he didn’t remember me being here and i was like ok there’s nothing i can do to demonstrate that?? so i had to take hours i worked off my timecard. to my knowledge no one else but me is required to do time tracking or has had their time challenged —only Me who accused him of homophobic retaliation and got disciplined for it and can now get fired for any reaaaason :’) so anyway i worked til 11 pm monday and i will be here til 8 every night the rest of the week due to paranoia

[imogenkol]

— LAST LINE / WIP WEDNESDAY

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So…. The Imogen/Bix brainrot streak is officially a year long and will probably go strong for at least another lmao

Imogen returned later than she intended and saw the mechanic had already made herself comfortable in bed. While the hour was late, Bix still appeared to be wide awake. She rolled over onto her back when Imogen approached and smiled up at her. 

“There you are,” Bix greeted. 

“Here I am,” Imogen replied with a warm smile of her own as she discarded her coat and kicked off her boots. 

A healthy amount of tiredness weighed on Imogen’s shoulders and she looked forward to the promise of rest. Though, her thoughts did wander to Cassian’s visit at the beginning of the day. She studied Bix as she unbuckled her pants and worked them down her hips. Nothing in her mechanic’s expression alluded to anything troubling, but that didn’t dissuade her curiosity.

“What is it?” Bix asked, noting her lingering stare.

Imogen shrugged. “I was only wondering what Cassian wanted earlier.”

“He wanted to know how I was holding up.”

With a nod, Imogen silently crawled into bed. A part of her bristled, knowing that Cassian must be skeptical of her support for Bix. Imogen felt confident that she offered a positive impact in spite of her dark history and would not stand for Cassian attempting to undermine that. Imogen burrowed herself in the blankets and reached for her beloved’s embrace to banish her apprehension on the matter. Bix wrapped an arm around her from behind and pulled her close, making Imogen sigh in contentment at the comfort from the other woman’s body.

Bix nuzzled her face into the back of the bounty hunter’s neck. Imogen loved it when she did that, the sensation of her breath always caused a light tingle to spread across her skin. “He asked me what my plan is.”

“Your plan?” Imogen questioned.

“If I intend to hide or fight.”

Imogen’s thumb brushed over Bix’s knuckles as she stared at the wall in contemplation. She recalled the time she offered to take Bix away from Ferrix. She would have taken her anywhere just to keep her safe. She would do that now, if Bix wished it. But the thought of fighting alongside each other – for a cause that Imogen did not fully believe in – was a concept that roused far more complicated emotions. 

“What did you say?”

“I told him we’d figure that out. You and me.” The continued use of the word we out of Bix’s mouth brought forth a warm sensation that bloomed within Imogen’s chest. She hoped she’d never get used to it because she would miss the excited flutter in her gut. “He was also pretty curious about us.”

“I am sure he was,” she responded flatley.

“What was that earlier?”

Imogen knew she referred to her less than restrained method of displaying her devotion, but the look on Cassian’s face had been all too satisfying. “I am certain I do not know what you are referring to.”

Bix saw right through her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make him upset.”

“I kissed you. If Cassian could not handle that, then that is his problem.”

“Timm was jealous of Cass, too.”

At the loud silence that followed her statement, Imogen turned around to face her. “Timm was a coward and a fool,” she said in a firm, yet gentle tone. Bix's jaw twitched as her eyes briefly flicked down, but she did not contest her words. “If I truly felt threatened by Cassian in any way, then I would have killed him myself. He still lives and I have no intention to change that.”

Doubt still shined in her dark brown irises as she held Imogen’s gaze. “Then what was the show for?”

“I wanted him to know where things stand.”

“And where do they stand?”

Imogen carefully rested the palm of her hand against her lover’s cheek, brushing across her skin in a soft caress – as soft as her next words. “You are mine, as I am yours. No one else's.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want me to see any other people?” Bix asked playfully, pulling Imogen in closer by her waist.

“I am not too keen to share now that I have you to myself,” Imogen replied. Bix scoffed as she rolled her eyes and an amused upturn tugged at the corner of Imogen’s mouth. “What?”

“You didn’t like sharing even before we were together,” Bix said.

The bounty hunter’s smirk turned into a grin. “Perhaps you were always mine,” she mused.

The mechanic's snappy retort came out a little too quickly. "No, you spent way too much time trying to convince yourself you didn't love me for that to be true."