#when I come home if I even last the whole shift I'm going immediately to sleep

[yoshistory]

I don't think I should be here LOL I feel like dog's water ... LOL

[baby-yongbok]

4:26 am

Best friend!Bang Chan × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You love your boyfriend Minho, but lately your best friend has been on your mind.

Warnings: Cheating, Chan is a tiny bit manipulative, Car Sex? (That should be all, sorry if I missed anything!)

A/N: This might might, be the last of Chan's birthday posts. I have one more that I prepared awhile ago but I might save it. Who knows lol. I hope that you enjoy! I'm trying to start writing again and it's been hard so I'm sorry if this is a bit rough 😅

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 “Tell me again why we're parked in an abandoned parking lot at 4:26 am.” Chan asks quizzically. I sighed, running my hands over my face. 

“I needed someone to vent to.” My gaze stays fixed on my lap, I don’t know if I can look at him, I don’t know what I’ll do when his eyes meet mine. He’s my best friend and I know I can tell him anything, hell, he picked up the phone in the middle of the night and came running to me. So I know that I can trust him but right now the thought of looking him in the eye with these thoughts running through my head is dizzying.

“Well I'm here, start when you want.” He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting them on top of the steering wheel. I run my hands through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.

“Okay so, uh, Minho came home early tonight and he surprised me with this really cute home date and ya know… we had sex and it was good, really it was, but I just don’t feel… I haven’t been feeling…” My heart is beating a mile a minute, Chan and I are extremely close and we talk about our sex lives all the time but this time it’s different. 

“Unsatisfied?” Chan asks with an eyebrow raised. I nod my head, thankful that he finished the sentence for me. Talking about Minho behind his back feels so wrong but I suppose it’s not as wrong as what I plan to confess next.

“Yeah, unsatisfied and I've been… thinking of someone else.” I swallow hard as I play with the zipper of my hoodie, desperate to pay attention to anything but the look on Chan’s face. I know him, I know that he’s looking at me with semi wide interested eyes and he’s waiting for me to look back at him but I just can’t. 

“Who do you think about?” If I were in a hospital right now the nurses would go crazy because I am almost certain that my heart stopped, exploded even. I knew that he’d ask me that question but hearing it actually come out of his mouth sets off a whole new type of panic. Should I tell him the truth? I’m in a relationship, a beautiful and loving one at that, I shouldn’t go around confessing these things. But on the other hand, the thought of my fantasy coming true is too inviting to ignore. It’s now or never and I choose now.

“Well, it depends on the day. It could be Hyunjin, Seungmin, but… I mostly think of you. I guess it’s because of our connection or some shit like that, I don't know” My nerves got to me half way through my confession, shit, he must think I’m fucking with him. The silence around us lasted far too long for my liking, causing me to look over at the man in the driver's seat. His eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a red tint to the tips of his ears but other than that he seemed completely cool and collected. 

“Okay, uh, you think about me in what way? Like, do you daydream about me and kind of dissociate from Minho or do you pretend that he's me?” His brows knit together briefly before relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, leaning back completely and bringing his crossed arms to rest over his chest. He’s clearly trying not to show the effect that my confession has on him.

“I imagine that he's you, that his hands are yours and that you’re the one fucking me, it's better when I pretend.” I look back down at my lap as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks. 

“Do you come faster? More intensely?” My head jolts up quickly and my eye’s find his immediately, the look of disbelief written all over my features makes Chan grin. He chuckles a bit and that's when I realize that he's messing with me. I sigh dramatically, relaxing into my seat before flashing my middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck you, don’t taunt me.” He smiles wider, looking down at his lap.

“I just want to know for my own personal records.” He licks his lips before looking back up at me  “It's fun hearing what I do to you.” 

At this point I’m sure that my brown skin is as red as a rose. Why did he have to look at me like that? Is he trying to ruin me? 

“I called you because I need to vent.” I remind him as I turn to look out of the passenger window, anything to avoid his gaze for a second. 

“Sorry sorry, continue.” I clear my throat and unzip my hoodie just a bit, is it getting hot in here? Why does his car suddenly feel so small?

“He falls asleep after sex all the time, I mean how could I blame him? Three rounds every night for four or five days a week is a lot on top of working and all of the other stuff that he does in a day. But no matter how many times we do it I’m still not satisfied afterwards, I watch porn and use my vibrator on the bathroom floor, every time.”

“Did you do that tonight?” His eyebrows knit together in curiosity, I open my mouth to try to answer him but when I look back in his direction I get distracted by the sight of his strong arms. He leaned back in his seat a bit more than he was a minute ago, his fingers intertwined and tucked behind his head giving me the perfect view of his biceps and everything that matches it. 

“No, I called you instead. I just needed to talk to someone. I feel like I'm going crazy, I keep wanting more and more sex. This can’t be normal.” Chan chuckles lightly and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Is he even taking this seriously?

“Well either you're a sex addict or you aren't satisfied because you want someone else. In this case that person would be me.” He moves his hands from behind his head and rests them in his lap lazily.

“So, what? I fuck you and it goes away? If anything I'll keep wanting it.” I scoff, shaking my head in an attempt to erase the thoughts.

“You'll never know unless you try.” My eyes meet his quickly, I open my mouth to reply but no words make sense in my head. Is he serious? He’s messing with me… right? 

“I couldn't cheat on… I can't.” 

“Haven't you already though? Thinking of another man inside of you while he is? Imagining that you're with me.. your best friend. If he were thinking of someone else while he fucked you would you call that cheating?”  I turn away from him as if I'm physically trying to run away from his words. This is all too much to handle. The man that I can’t stop thinking about is basically offering himself to me. But I can’t do that to Minho, he’s been nothing but good to me for all of these years, he’s loving and attractive and he shares all of my values… but so does Chan and right now my best friend has one up on my boyfriend when it comes to intimacy. Is this really worth it? Is sex really worth potentially ruining my relationship to start a new one with Chan?

“I'm single, Y/n, if I screw you no one will care. But you, you're in a relationship. If we fuck you'll either feel guilty and confess everything to him or you'll feel so amazing that you'll call me at 4 am every night, The choice is yours.” Silence surrounds us and it almost feels heavy on my skin. What should I do next? I could tell him to take me home or I could get in the backseat and let him fuck me until I’m satisfied. I glance over at Chan to find that he’s already looking at me, his relaxed gaze is raking over my frame slowly but that’s not what did it. It was the way he licked his lips as his eyes met mine, like he could already taste me. Like he already had me. 

“Fuck it.” I blurt out, making up my mind all at once. It’s like every system in my brain shut off at once. I'm not really even thinking anymore, every move is now driven by desire. “Let me see your dick.”

 I maintain eye contact so that he knows that I’m serious. A smirk plays upon his lips and his eyebrows raise instantly.

“That escalated quickly.” He chuckles and I try my best to hide my giddy grin, Am I really doing this? Maybe I can take it back?

“Show me.” Chan takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his sweats before giving me a glance. I can tell what he’s trying to say with his eyes, he’s asking me if I’m sure about this and to be honest that answer is no, I’m anything but sure. All I know is that part of me is desperate to see if he really has this effect on me or if it’s all in my head. I nod to him and without another word he lowers the hem of his gray sweatpants and his cock springs up, resting against his clothed stomach.

Fuck what I said before, I don’t want to take it back. The mere sight of his dick, makes my mouth water. It takes every ounce of control that I have in my body not to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him, to use him.

“No underwear?” I tease with a smile and he shrugs.

“You said it was an emergency, I rushed over to you. Threw on the first thing I could find.”

“Mm maybe that's a sign.” He furrows his brows slightly as he watches me with curious eyes. I unzipped my hoodie completely, revealing the lingerie that I had put on for Minho tonight and never changed out of. 

“Fuck.” Chan says in a breathy sigh, bringing his hand up to his cock.

“Is it still cheating if I don't touch you?” I slip off my silk sleep shorts and turn my body towards Chan so that my back is against the passenger door. I open my legs to give him a full view of my cunt, reaching down to spread my arousal over my folds. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, babygirl” His tone is a bit deeper than before, the soft and playful tone replaced with a deep and husky one. He holds his hand out towards me and I nearly moan at the words that follow.

“Get it wet for me?” A low hum vibrates from my throat as I lean forward, pursing my lips and spitting into his palm. He coos at me, a quiet ‘good girl’ leaving his lips as he watches me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes his hand back and spreads my spit over his leaking tip mixing my saliva with his pre-cum. Slowly, his eyes trail down my body until they fix on my dripping pussy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, exhaling heavily when he rubs over his tip.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” At this point the only thing going through my head is Chan. He’s all I can remember, all that I want, all that I need. I feel drunk off of the sight of him sitting across from me, cheeks flushed and his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock. How could I possibly want to do anything but please this man?

I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly through parted lips, my eyes stay trained on him as I slowly trail my hand from my neck to my stomach. I watch his expression as he grows a bit impatient from my teasing, his dark gaze warning me to give him what he asked for. 

“Does it look like I want you to tease me, baby?” The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine, his words are breathy and challenging and it makes me hungry for more. What would he do to me if I kept teasing? How would he punish me? 

“Why would I give you what you want right away?” I run my fingers along my inner thighs, smiling at him as his gaze drops from my eyes to my core, watching my hand carefully. “That would be boring.”

“Touch yourself or I'll do it for you.” A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine him getting impatient with me and taking control, using his long fingers to fuck me. Why do I feel drunk off of that thought? It hasn’t even happened and yet I feel like I’m on cloud 9. 

“Fuck.” I hiss as I run my fingers between my folds brushing against my clit and circling it. Chan strokes himself a bit faster as he watches me, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. 

“Put a finger inside.” He looks up from my cunt and my eyes follow his meeting for a second. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, him. “Pretend that it’s me” 

He nearly sounds like he’s pleading me to do it, like he’s desperate to see how I fuck myself. Desperate to see what the thought of him does to me. I nod, slowly obeying his command and slipping my middle finger deep into my cunt.

“Oh fuck.” My back arches up off of the passenger door once I start fucking myself, increasing the pace gradually as I start to become desperate for more. I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, trying to add as much stimulation as possible. He watches in awe as my hips buck into my hand a bit. 

“Add another.” I quickly obey his command, adding my ring finger inside, eliciting a groan of pleasure to fall from my parted lips. I try my best to keep my eyes open, I want to watch him, I need to watch him. His strokes are much faster now, small grunts and sighs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I take in the way that his jaw clenched as he builds himself closer to the edge, his right leg slightly bouncing, it's a masterpiece that I wish I could become a part of. 

“Chan.” His name passes my lips in a breathy moan and he looks over at me as he strokes the head of his dick, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sensation. “I need you so badly.” 

“Your choice.” He groans out as he throws his head back again squeezing his eyes shut. “ Better make up your mind, I’m so close, babygirl.” 

I sigh heavily as I try my best to fight the urge to climb over and ride him until I pass out. I focus on my own pleasure again, Imagining that it’s Chan rubbing tight circles on my clit while his long fingers reach spots that I didn’t even know existed. I imagine that it’s him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I wish it was him. The wet sounds of Chan stroking his cock mix with my moans as we both draw closer to the edge. I watch his hand as he pleasures himself, I wonder if he’s imagining that, that’s me. I wonder if he feels that same way. Does he touch himself to the thought of me at night? Thinking of all of the times that we were play fighting and his fingers grazed my bare skin, all of the tight hugs that we shared, my chest pressed up against him. Does he think about me?

“Shit, oh my god” I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back at the thought of him wanting me just as much as I want him, maybe even more.

“Fucking cum for me, babygirl.”  Chan groans “I'm so fucking close for you.”

Those words alone throw me over the edge, one of my fantasies is coming true right in front of my eyes.

“Oh my- I'm gonna..” Before I could get another word out my orgasm rushed over me, breathtaking and mind fogging.  I clamped my legs shut and arched my back off of the car door. My moans filled the space around us but I couldn’t hear them, the pleasure was deafening. 

“Fuck, Y/n.” My name fell off of his tongue in a sweet moan and my pussy clenched at the sound of it, sending another wave of euphoria through me. “Oh shit, I'm cumming.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut, his strokes becoming shorter but still just as fast. A rush of adrenaline hit me and suddenly my vision changed. I felt like a rabid animal who was desperate for food. Suddenly, I forgot about everything that was looming over my head. All of my thoughts about Minho and saving our relationship were gone. All that I could think of was pleasure and I was absolutely driven by it, so much so that after the first stream of cum came leaking from Chan’s tip I leaned forward, getting on my knees in the passenger seat and running my tongue up his length. He moved his hand quickly, clearly surprised by my sudden confidence. I licked up to the head of his cock and then took the rest of his length down my throat. His seed spilled into my mouth in warm and delicious spurts, painting my throat with his sticky arousal. Every bit of him tasted like heaven and in this moment I swear that I would do anything that anybody asks as long as I get to stay here. As long as I get to feel him. 

“Y/n” His hand lightly lays on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I bob my head a couple of times, milking his arousal from him until I’m sure that I’ve got every last drop. Once he’s come down from his high I sit up, releasing his cock from my mouth with a faint ‘pop’ and licking my lips. I sit back into my seat, settling in a bit while we watch each other. Chan’s chest is rising and falling heavily and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, once he seem to have composed himself a little the tiniest chuckle falls from his lips as he begins to tuck himself back into his sweatpants

“Do you think that fulfilled your lust for me?” 

“Not even close.”

[holdmytesseract]

Hello dearest friend! I got a little drabble idea for Baby Fever! Loki & his little family for the 2k sleepover 😁

Narfi as a baby having a clingy/separation anxiety stage with both of his parents, but Y/N and Loki are busy with tasks at home. Ella hears Narfi crying and she goes into the room to get him out of the crib to play with him and he stops crying. Maybe when Loki and Y/N are done with their tasks, they join their babies or watch through the baby monitor to see Ella and Narfi playing together 💕🥹

Inspired by this: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwW4mLMo1ru/?igsh=ZGFqYjdtbDZndHo1

The Best Big Sister

Ella & Narfi

Warnings: fluff... so much fluff!

Word Count: drabble

a/n: Henlo, friend! Thank you SO much for this utterly sweet request! I had SO much fun writing it! 🥹💖

Day 3 of the Campfire Sleepover - let's go! 🏕

Ella was just leaving her room and happily jumping down the hallway - on her way to get another slice of Scott's blueberry pie, when she heard the soft cries and whimpers of her baby brother; coming undoubtedly from his nursery across her parents bedroom. The six-year-old girl frowned and looked around for her father or mother, but none of them was even in sight. So, Ella placed her plate on the floor beside her door and tiptoed over to Narfi's room.

Gently opening the door, she peaked inside. The nightlight, which was once hers casted a beautifully warm light throughout the whole darkened room. Then her blue eyes landed on the crib. Little Narfi stood on his small feet; one tiny hand holding onto the wooden bars, while the other rubbed his teary eyes. Thick tears ran down his cheeks; small raven curls completely dishevelled.

The young boy couldn't form much words yet, but Ella could clearly identify his cries... Mama and Dada.

What the girl didn't know, was that Narfi currently went through a clingy anxiety stage with both his parents - but that was the last thing Ella thought of. All she wanted was to help her baby brother. So, she approached the crib.

"Narfi..." She spoke gently, while sliding the little stool over and stepped on it. "Don't cry." Without hesitation, Ella reached over and lifted her younger brother out of the crib and held him, just like Loki had showed her. "I know I'm not mommy or daddy, but... I'm still here for you. You're my baby brother." She sat down on the fluffy carpet with Narfi still whimpering in her lap. But when she started to talk to him, his big ruby eyes settled on her and his cries stopped.

"You know, you are just here, because I wished for you. I asked mommy and daddy for a sibling and they really said yes." Ella kept on talking; gently cuddling Narfi against her. "I am your big sister, Narfi and I will always be here for you." The little boy still stared up at her with wide eyes; seemingly stunned and fascinated. But Ella had an idea...

"You don't have to be afraid," the girl whispered and shape-shifted into her Jotun form. "See?" She smiled; taking his smaller hand into hers. Narfi still looked up at his sister; ruby eyes meeting ruby eyes - and suddenly he smiled brightly, causing Ella to smile as well. She made it.

Across the apartment, you and Loki were standing in the kitchen; together cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Neither you nor Loki had the time to pay much attention to the baby monitor, but after about an hour kicked your motherly instincts in; knowing very well that Narfi was in a clingy anxiety stage. You frowned; drying your hands.

"Everything alright, love?" Loki asked immediately; seeing your frown. "Yeah, I'm just... suspicious. Narfi didn't even cry once in three hours... We both know that he usually always does at the moment." You walked over to the table, on which the baby monitor stood - and noticed to your sheer horror, that the monitor was off.

"Shit, babe, we forgot to switch the baby monitor on!" Loki's eyes widened. "I beg your pardon, we did what?" Wordlessly, you showed your husband the switched off device. You exchanged a horrified look and both immediately stormed off to Narfi's room...

Arrived at the door, you and Loki stopped dead in your movement, as you noticed that the door was ajar. I closed it, the god thought; was certain.

You exchanged another look, before peaking through the gap - and seeing one of the sweetest things ever; almost causing your ovaries to explode...

Your daughter sat on the fluffy carpet, your baby boy cradled in her arms. She was gently rocking and speaking to him; tickling him from time to time and making him coo and giggle.

You instinctively reached for Loki's arm; squeezing it tight, as if to say: Do you see what I see?!

Of course, Loki did. And if you'd look into his eyes in that very moment, you'd see the tears of happiness and endless love gathering in them. The scene unfolding in front of him touched the god deeply.

Not to startle either of your kids, you gently knocked, took Loki's hand and stepped inside. Ella's eyes immediately snapped up and met yours. "Hey mommy and daddy," she whispered and put a finger on her lips. "I think Narfi is about to sleep in, shhh." Both, you and Loki quietly joined your son and daughter; sat down on the soft carpet beside her. Loki immediately wrapped an arm around his princess.

"Did you look after your brother?" Ella nodded. "I wanted to get another slice of uncle Scott's cake, when I heard Narfi's cries, but didn't see you or daddy. So, I went to help him."

You pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. "Thank you, sweetie. You did wonderfully." Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Really?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, princess. You are such a great big sister." Ella giggled happily; eyes shining brightly.

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[walkingstackofbooks]

If you're taking prompts right now how would you feel about Julian accidentally damaging Kukalaka and somehow Garak finds it and repairs it for Julian.

Sending love <3

HELLO HI IT'S FINALLY HERE :D This fic has been one of the most difficult things I've written yet - believe me when I say I have laboured over this for hours - but it's been a whole lot of fun, too, so thank you for the prompt :D It's immensely satisfying to finally be able to present you with "A Bear Like Me" <3 <3 <3 (Also on AO3!)

His shift was over, but Julian still had one more patient to attend to, back in his quarters. Kukulaka had, at long last, been safely returned to him, but as he had been putting the bear back in his place of pride on the desk, Julian had spotted that some of the stitches in his side had started to fray. Now, he was looking forward to being able to treat his old friend with some long-overdue, tender, loving care. 

"I'm home!" he called as he entered his quarters – not just for Kukulaka's benefit. At some point during the last few weeks, his weekly lunch with Garak had turned into dinner (he was marginally less likely to be interrupted at this time), which had then turned into multiple dinners, until it was no longer surprising to return home and find the tailor sitting on his sofa, usually embroidering some creation or other. 

"That much is evident, Doctor," Garak replied acerbically, but Julian could recognise the fond twinkle behind the Cardassian's eyes. "Is it really necessary to state the obvious every time you come through that door?"

Julian slung his bag down on the sofa, shooting a grin at Garak. "Necessary? No. Although, now I know how much it irritates you..."

"You are insufferable, Doctor," Garak declared.

"And yet, you're still here, suffering me. At this point, I think you'll find it's your own fault, Mister Garak."

Garak's eyes followed him as he walked across the room to retrieve his small needlework kit. That, too, he placed on the sofa, before going to get Kukulaka. 

"Sewing, Doctor?"

"Yes, actually. I noticed someone," he said, giving the bear an affectionate pat on the head, "was looking a little worse for—"

He stopped abruptly. Having now picked up Kukulaka, he could not see the worn-out stitches that he'd noticed yesterday: in fact, he could no longer see any stitches at all. Every trace of Julian's surgeries over the years, from his first, clumsy efforts to his later, more refined sutures had seemingly disappeared overnight, leaving Julian with a strangely hollow pit in the bottom of his stomach.

"Garak," he said, keeping his back to the tailor as he struggled to keep his voice normal. "Did you do this?"

"Indeed I did, my dear Doctor." Julian hated that he could hear the smile in Garak's voice. “I, too, couldn’t help noticing what a state your bear was in, and since it is my area of expertise…”

“That’s— That’s very kind of you,” replied Julian quietly. The awareness that he ought to be sounding more grateful rubbed against his insides like sandpaper, but the heartbeat pounding in his ears was making it difficult to concentrate on keeping his emotions in check.

Garak hadn’t seemed to notice. “I think you’ll find he’s in perfect condition,” he continued. “Better, even. He’ll likely not need stitches again – unless he winds up on some peculiar adventure, I suppose. But your bear is not so foolhardy as you, my dear.”

Garak’s tone was light, but there was no mockery to it; he was speaking about Kukulaka the same way Julian did, and at any other time, Julian would have loved him for it. Right now, all Julian could do was shrug, replying only with a short, “I suppose.”

There was a pause. “I don’t mean to imply that your handiwork was bad,” redirected Garak. “In fact, I was rather impressed, Doctor, at the way you’d kept him together for all these years. He wasn’t the sturdiest fellow.”

“I used to call him my first patient.” The words left Julian unexpectedly, and he immediately wished they hadn’t, because now he could feel the dam beginning to burst and he couldn’t – he couldn’t – let Garak see how stupidly emotional he was getting over this small kindness.

He pivoted around, gripping Kukulaka close as he walked back to the door. “I left something in the infirmary,” he said, still not looking at Garak. “I’ll be right back.”

The door slid open, but suddenly, Garak was in front of him, placing a hand on his wrist.

“You’re upset,” he said simply. “Why?”

Julian was trapped. While he wanted to flinch away from Garak, whose touch was feeling more like a shackle than a comfort, he didn’t want to do anything – anything more – that might trouble his friend. For a few moments, he stood helplessly in place, unable to think of a way to get out of this situation without offending Garak.

“If you were me…” he started softly, then changed his mind – that would be a stupid thing to say. “No, don’t worry. It doesn’t matter,” he finished.

“I think, Doctor, this is perhaps a conversation better had sitting down, don’t you?” asked Garak, placing his other hand on Julian’s back and guiding him towards the sofa with a gentle pressure. “Now, then,” he continued once they were seated, “you should know that I am greatly interested to hear your thoughts. If I were you, then what?”

There had always been something about Garak that had made Julian feel overpowered: the feeling had often been one that Julian had reached out for, been attracted by, his inability to resist Garak leaving him with a certain thrill. Now, that feeling had been turned against him, intensified by how unusually close Garak was sitting to him – shoulder-to-shoulder, knee-to-knee; his cold hand still covering Julian’s wrist.

“If you were me,” he mumbled reluctantly, “what lie would you be coming up with?”

“That’s difficult to say,” replied Garak, “when I don’t know what truth it is that my story would have to conceal.”

Julian snorted wetly. “I am grateful, really—” he tried to say again, but Garak cut him off with a sharp tut.

“I’ve seen you tell better lies than that, Doctor,” he said reprovingly. “Clearly, there has been some error on my part here.”

Julian didn’t have the energy to correct him. He let himself lean against the other man, although he didn’t quite dare to rest his head on Garak’s shoulder, lest he scare his friend away.

“I’m not entirely sure I can explain it myself,” he said softly, looking down at Kukulaka and giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, Garak, but I simply don’t know where to start. Can we just forget it? Please?”

He flicked his eyes back up to Garak cautiously, not really expecting the interrogation to cease –  and was quite taken aback to find that a vicious scowl had spread over the Cardassian’s face.

“Have it your way,” Garak said archly. “I suppose I was invited for dinner, not conversation.” Standing up abruptly, he stalked over to the kitchenette without a second glance back at Julian.

“Garak—”

Julian’s throat closed around the rest of his sentence, his insides shrivelling into ice as he watched Garak silently tap orders into the replicator. He should have left when he’d had the chance. It would have confused Garak, upset him – but now, it seemed, he was mad at Julian, and that was much worse.

You want to fix this? Then stop being so childish and say something, hissed a voice in his head, but Julian could not obey. Even as Garak finished setting food on the table – now pointedly taking a seat at the other end of the sofa – Julian continued to find himself frozen in place. It was absurd, he knew, having some sort of breakdown and ruining their evening over a child’s toy: it wasn’t even as though Kukulaka had been injured in some way, which would at least have been a little understandable. You always did overreact, that familiar voice sneered, and Julian couldn’t deny it – he was broken, defective, damaged…

Just like Kukulaka had been.

But mending a teddy bear was a far easier process than mending a human. No wonder Garak had lost patience with him.

“The food will be getting cold, Doctor,” said Garak, causing Julian to startle, and all at once a thought was dropping from his lips.

“You’ve got scars, haven’t you, Garak?”

Garak hesitated, seeming to withdraw into himself momentarily before responding. “A curious inquiry,” he replied, “since I am sure you know, Doctor, that in the past I have endured medical treatment less... solicitous… than your own. You offered to heal them, once.”

“And you didn’t let me,” Julian murmured softly, his eyes unfocused, far away. He was still mindlessly tracing patterns across Kukulaka’s fur, the bear soft in his hands.

Garak roughly set down his knife and fork, and Julian flinched at the sudden clatter of metal against china.

“I see,” Garak said bitingly, turning to face Julian. “My ‘transgression’ was failing to realise that you would consider that akin to removing the flaws in your toy. Tell me, do you have scars, Doctor? Are reminders of every mistake you made, every failure to fulfil your duty, etched across your skin?”

“I had Kukulaka,” Julian whispered. “Of course I don’t have scars. I was supposed to be perfect, I—My parents—”

He faltered, a harsh chuckle overtaking his speech. “Of course I don’t have scars,” he repeated, hoping that Garak might understand.

Because it was true, despite his barely-coherent explanation. The bear’s many, careful stitches had been, in a way, a monument to what they had been through together: where his skin had remained unblemished, Kukulaka had borne the scars of their childhood for both of them.

He hadn’t realised he had more to say until he’d already started speaking again.

“Did I—did I ever tell you how many dreams I used to have about the hospital?” he asked. “Not after I found out, I mean, but before, when I was seven, eight years old… My parents told me they were just nightmares— I-I thought they were just nightmares. And then…”

Julian’s voice was shaking. He didn’t dare look at Garak.

“And then when they told me it was true, I—well, I thought I remembered it but… But do I? How can I ever know for sure which memories are real and which were made up while I was sleeping? I don’t have scars, Garak, I don’t know what happened to me!”

His voice, which had been rising steadily, suddenly dropped back down to a hoarse whisper. “But Kukulaka did,” he said. “Kukulaka was there, he was real – and—and I know it sounds silly but that’s why he’s never been just a toy, not me. He’s my witness.”

That last statement sounded a touch dramatic, even to his ears, and he had no idea what Garak would make of it all. He sat there, fidgeting, as he waited for his friend to respond.

“Your dinner is getting cold,” Garak said eventually, but more softly this time, and he shuffled along the sofa to sit next to the doctor once more. Julian could recognise an olive branch when he saw one, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’d better get started then,” he replied, although if truth be told, he no longer had much of an appetite. As he set Kukulaka down beside him, he wondered if Garak was going to say anything else, or if they’d be left eating their dinner in this odd silence that had now sprung up between them.

“I must admit, I am curious,” Garak started, several minutes later. Julian looked at him, automatically tensing in anticipation of what he might say. “Yesterday, you mentioned that you had left your bear with Miss Ren, following your separation. Why, when you are so protective of him?”

Julian sighed: of course Garak would ask the difficult questions. “Leeta was delighted by Kukulaka from the moment she met him,” he tried to explain. “And I suppose that meant a lot to me, that she loved my scarred, ugly bear the way she did. So when we broke up…” He trailed off, shrugging.

“It’s hard to describe,” he continued, brows drawing together. “Kukulaka had become important to us both, I guess, during our relationship. And so even if she didn’t love me anymore, the fact that she still loved him… I don’t know. I wanted her to have him. It made sense at the time.” He shrugged again, giving Garak a short, rueful smile. “And of course, that was before my parents came to the station,” he added.

Garak frowned at him studiously. “Ren Leeta accepted the bear as he was; therefore you felt that she accepted you too, for all your faults,” he said slowly. “Meanwhile I… I attempted to fix your friend and remove any defects – and you believe that to be a reflection of how I view you, Doctor. Am I correct in thinking that you see your bear as some sort of—of metaphor for yourself?”

Julian stared at him. It wasn’t how he would have put it – it wouldn’t have occurred to him to phrase his feelings in such a way – but now that Garak had voiced the thought, it was hard to ignore.

“I hadn’t thought of it like that,” he replied quietly. “But yes. Perhaps.”

Shaking his head, he filed the thought away for further examination later, and looked back to Garak. “You’d make quite the psychologist, Mister Garak,” he said, lips twitching into a soft grin.

“Oh, hardly,” said Garak, scoffing just as Julian had known he would. “Other people’s problems are of no interest to me.”

There was a strange swooping sensation in Julian’s chest. “But mine… are?” he asked hesitantly.

Garak hesitated too, before issuing an awkward, stiff reply. “I did not… enjoy seeing you upset,” he admitted. His voice grew quieter. “And I had hoped that I… would not hurt you, again. Clearly, that was one expectation too far.”

Julian was quite unprepared for such raw honesty. His lips fell apart, and he found himself at a loss for how to reply.

Garak pulled himself up straighter, drawing in a breath. “You made a mistake in trusting me with your feelings,” he said curtly, nodding as though confirming something to himself. “Yes. I should leave, before I hurt you any more.”

He stood up, and Julian followed him indignantly, grabbing his hand. “Leave?” he exclaimed. “How could you possibly think that’s what I want, Garak?”

“As I recall, you tried to leave first—”

“And then you forced me to have this entire conversation with you!” responded Julian incredulously. “You’re impossible! First you give me the silent treatment, then you get angry with me, and now just as we’re on the verge of… of something…”

He trailed off, a dark expression creeping into his eyes. “God forbid that you actually share your feelings,” he muttered. “That would be too much like sentiment, wouldn’t it? What was it you said, “sentiment is the greatest weakness of all” – is that it?”

Garak laughed scornfully. “After this evening, Doctor, you’re hardly in a position to lecture me about being open with one’s feelings.”

Julian wondered how they’d ended back in an argument again; in fact, how any of this had turned into an argument at all. Was Garak really so emotionally hopeless that he couldn’t show vulnerability for more than a few minutes without having to cover it up defensively?

Although… Garak wasn’t exactly incorrect in saying that Julian was in no position to judge. ‘Defensive’, ‘uncomfortable with vulnerability’, ‘emotionally hopeless’ – if he were honest with himself, these were all adjectives that could describe one Doctor Julian Bashir…

God, they really were a pair, weren’t they? Despite himself, he started to chuckle, the situation suddenly appearing to him quite absurd.

“I fail to see the amusement in this situation,” snapped Garak, which only made Julian laugh harder.

“Us,” he replied. “We’re both useless at this, Garak. God.” He sat back down, roughly wiping his sleeve across his eyes, and took a deep, settling breath.

“Stay,” he said, looking up into Garak’s eyes and pulling on his hand. “Please. I don’t want you to go.”

Garak was looking back at him, although Julian wasn’t sure if his face was creased in confusion or concern.

“I cannot promise that I will not… upset you, again,” he replied tightly.

“I guess I can’t promise that either,” said Julian, “but we can try talking about it, can’t we? We didn’t do too badly tonight.”

Garak raised an eyebrow. “Okay, tonight has been a train wreck,” Julian corrected. “But you know what they say: practice makes perfect. Sit down, Garak. Please.”

He moved Kukulaka back onto his lap, indicating that the space next to him was now free, but Garak made no movement. Julian’s heart seemed to stop as he waited, his eyes caught in the Cardassian’s piercing blue gaze.

“Your bear will never be as he was before,” noted Garak, his voice low. “I cannot change that.”

Julian stopped running his fingers through the bear’s fur, dropping his eyes down to Kukulaka. “I know,” he said softly. “And I won’t lie – that’s going to hurt for quite some time.” For a few seconds, he closed his eyes, as a mixture of loss and regret pulled sharply upon his heartstrings. “But losing you won’t make that go away,” he continued, looking back at Garak once more. “Will you stay?”

There was another too-long pause, but finally, finally, Garak was sitting back down with a sigh. “If I must,” he complained, but Julian knew that was just for show. Before he could second-guess himself, he set Kukulaka down on Garak’s lap, smiling at the surprise that immediately leapt onto the Cardassian’s face.

“Doctor…”

“Kukulaka would like to say thank you for making him feel better,” Julian said firmly. “Apparently you make for quite the doctor, too.”

“Oh?”

For a few seconds, Garak was seemingly speechless, his eyes flicking between Julian and Kukulaka, before settling on the bear. “You’re quite welcome, young bear,” he said seriously. “Although I doubt I’ll be taking up that mantle again any time soon.”

“Actually,” said Julian tentatively, hoping that he wasn’t about to shatter their recently-brokered truce. “Um, Kukulaka thinks you should know that there’s another way to make him feel better, too.”

“And what’s that?”

Julian’s reply came out as little more than a whisper.

“A good hug?”

Garak’s eyes settled on Julian’s face once more. “I don’t suppose…” he said slowly, “that Kukulaka knows if this… technique… would also be appreciated by Doctor Bashir?”

Julian could feel his cheeks growing warm. “Kukulaka has it on good authority that Doctor Bashir would really like a hug,” he replied, trying to keep his voice light.

“Even a Cardassian one?”

“Especially a Cardassian one.”

Emboldened by Garak’s response, Julian shifted himself closer, pulling Garak’s arm around him so that he could curl up against his chest, Kukulaka safely ensconced within his own arms. It was surprising how natural it felt, like Julian had always belonged at Garak’s side, and always would.

“What do I do now?” asked Garak.

“Just hold me,” Julian murmured. “For as long as you want – until you want to leave. Just… Just hold me.”

“My dear Doctor,” Garak murmured back, his rough fingers beginning to trace patterns over Julian’s arm. “I thought we’d agreed that I would not be leaving.”

[zerobaselove]

where do we go now? | kim gyuvin

pairing: gyuvin x reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending kinda

word count: 1707

warnings: swearing a little bit. lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: hiii everyone <3 little angst for yall because i've just been in that kind of mood idk. i got a request for a gyuvin hurt comfort and wrote this (only to not realize until after it was written that the request was for bff to lovers MY BAD) but its close enough idk i just got home from work and wrote this so sorry if its ROUGH

tick. tick. tick.

the faint sound of the clock hung on the wall was the only break from the silence that seems too thick to swallow as you sat on the couch, alone. it wasn't supposed to be like this. this was the third time this week that your boyfriend gyuvin had no call no showed one of your dates. 8th time this month if you wanted to get specific, and you were only a few weeks in.

you shouldn't be surprised. you thought to yourself. you could barely get a reply out of the boy nowadays, let alone seeing him face to face or hearing his voice. you were long past convincing yourself he was just busy; that idea died the third time you watched him post pictures with his friends on days where you had stayed up wondering if he was safe.

so when you heard the front door creak open, you didn't even turn around to greet him. your gaze fixed on the clock hands, anticipating the click to the next minute.

"no welcome home?" gyuvin's voice called out, his footsteps getting closer to where you sat.

"welcome home." you said monotonously, still not giving the boy any more attention than he had given you.

his body landed on the cushion beside you with a plop. his hand finding its way to your arm, lightly shaking as if to get your attention. you turned to face him, pressing your lips together, trying to muster the strength to even ask how his day went; the day that was supposed to be spent with you.

"how was your day?" you asked, trying your hardest to mask the emotion in your throat, whether it was annoyance or sadness, you didn't know.

his face lit up like a christmas tree. his smile beaming as he told you about what him and his friends did, the places they went, the food they ate. everything. everything that caused him to not even send you a hello or a good morning, not even a message that he was cancelling.

"that's nice." you said flatly after he finished his recounting of the day. he hummed in agreeance, not even noticing your shift in tone or energy anymore. "so what did you do?" he asked. he was oblivious still.

you only sighed, not even fully turning to look at him. you were sure if you looked him in the eyes right now that the tears wouldn't ever stop rolling. "nothing," you started playing with the ring on your finger, the one he had gotten you nearly a year ago now. "i got ready earlier for our date but i never heard from you, so i took a shower and i've just been here."

admitting it out loud felt pathetic. you had let this ruin your whole day yet again. you had let your emotions get the best of you again. maybe you were the problem, you thought to yourself. maybe you cared too much.

it seems the boy had begun to connect the dots as a sympathetic look crossed his face and an apology spewed out of his mouth, as if on command, just like every other time. it was always the same.

except this time you couldn't shrug it off anymore. you couldn't lie and say it was okay anymore. because it wasn't. it wasn't okay.

"i'm so sorry," he started, reaching out to grab your arm before you moved away from his touch, "it slipped my mind."

you only hummed and nodded, "things like this always seem to slip your mind when it comes to me, don't they?" your voice was laced with venom as the frustration kept building, as if the last month had all been bubbling up to this moment.

"i'm sorry, you know how important my friends are to me y/n." gyuvin immediately regretted the words that left his mouth. his jaw went slack in shock at his own words, but you had snapped back before he had the chance to back up and defend his poor choice of words.

the tears had started welling up in your eyes, your vision blurring more and more by the second. "so am i not important to you? because it sure feels that way."

"that's not what i meant y/n," gyuvin's voice had become raised, mostly against his own will.

"well what else am i supposed to think gyuvin?" the blood in your veins felt like it was bubbling, like your body was on fire and the only way to let it out was through the words you spat out without much thought. "i'm sick and fucking tired of begging for any ounce of attention from you gyuvin. i'm tired of being an afterthought to you."

you stood up from the couch, fighting the urge to storm out of your own apartment. "i deserve more than that gyuvin. i can't keep going if it's going to be like this." your heart hurt, in a mix of anger and pain your voiced raised even louder, nearly yelling at the stunned boy sat on the couch. suddenly it was quiet, there was nothing to drown out the sound of your beating heart as you tried to take a deep breath.

"i think you should leave, before i say something that'll hurt you," your voice was eerily calm, "you shouldn't have to feel like i do."

gyuvin stood up, apologizing profusely as you stood there in silence, drained and emotionless.

after a few more attempts at a reaction from you, the boy left with a slam of the front door. and there you were, alone, again.

maybe it was better that way, at least right now.

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it had been three days since you let the anger bubble up and spill, burning through you like molten lava. you felt empty. you hadn't texted gyuvin and he hadn't messaged you either, but that wasn't exactly abnormal for him; what was strange was his radio silence online. maybe he hurt like you did.

you had found yourself pondering it all over a cup of once hot coffee, having long gone cold as you lost yourself in your thoughts, opting to merely stir the liquid around as if your answer would appear in the cup like a crystal ball. what were you supposed to do now?

a firm series of knocks on the door broke you from your thoughts. you knew that pattern; the one gyuvin always used to let you know it was him, a special rhythm that you two had settled on early in your relationship, a secret between you two.

reluctantly you dragged yourself from your seat in the kitchen towards the front door. you didn't even bother looking through the peephole before you unlocked the chain lock on your door. it was almost pathetic how happy you were deep down that he was here, choosing to ignore the way this could all go wrong.

"hi." he smiled awkwardly, holding up a bag with the logo of a local convenience store, his other hand firmly grasping a bouquet of flowers. blue hyacinths and baby's breath to be exact. "can i come in?"

you let the boy in without saying a word, simply gesturing him in as you moved out of the doorway.

he set everything on the counter alongside your cold coffee before taking in a deep breath.

"i'm sorry." he started, his voice shaking slightly, "i know i sound like a broken record saying that but i really am. i've been so in my head lately that i've forgotten what is important to me, and how lucky i've been to have you around all this time." the tears welling up in his eyes caused you to mirror the emotion on your own face.

he held up the bouquet of flowers, a small smile breaking onto his face, "mrs. lee from down the road helped me pick these out, because apparently flowers have their whole own language and i am clueless in that department, and apparently in the boyfriend department," a small chuckle left your lips at the boy you've spent all your days loving, even in the rough patches, "the blue ones are supposed to represent apologies, and the little white one's show sincerity and love, and i love you, so it felt fitting." he rambled on, slightly shaking despite the smile on his face. he handed the bouquet to you with a look of hope in his eyes, a hope that you would forgive him despite his flaws oversights.

"they're beautiful gyuvin," your voice was quiet, trying to silence the tears that threatened to spill.

he smiled as you took the flowers with a smile, "i understand if you don't forgive me, and i know i'm going to have to prove it, but i promise i'm going to work towards being better for you, because you were right the other day, you do deserve more than that, and i want to be the one to give it to you, if you'll let me."

you paused to think for a moment, despite knowing deep down you didn't need to think for even a second, you loved him more than your heart knew what to do with, and you didn't want to lose him over this.

"i would love that," you smiled, taking a step towards the boy, "thank you gyuvin."

his arms wrapped around your torso to pull you in for a hug; his grip tight on you as if you were going to float away through his fingers if he wasn't careful.

he pulled away shaking his head, "no, thank you," he exclaimed, "thank you for being so amazing, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me y/n." his voice lowered as his face got closer to yours, your foreheads nearly touching as you felt his breath on your face. "i love you."

"i love you too gyuvin, always." you leaned forward and connected your lips, letting your hands run through his hair gently as if to savor the boy that you had missed so dearly.

gyuvin pulled away, letting the two of you catch your breath as you stood in each others arms, "so how about that date?"

[genericpuff]

Okay, what was up with the "I'm with stupid" SpongeBob episode?

is this like a rhetorical question or are you asking for me to actually get into it lol because i absolutely will, here we go-

CW: discussions of ableism

honestly it's just one of those season 1-3 episodes that hasn't aged as well as all the others. like so much of seasons 1-3 are bangers, they often still hold up really well 20 years later and even the 'weaker' episodes are still solid and someone's favorite that they will fight to the death to defend

but the "I'm With Stupid" episode is genuinely the tarnish on that record because it's just. mean-spirited torturing and gaslighting of spongebob the whole way through. it's both foreshadowing of the declining quality of Spongebob that , at the time, we didn't know was coming (we know now) and foreshadowing of Patrick's character being devolved into the "big mean and dumb bully" archetype that comes around S4-5.

like for anyone who hasn't watched this episode or doesn't remember it, it's the one where patrick's parents are visiting and he's stressing out because his parents always treat him like an idiot (and we do know patrick isn't characterized as being "conventionally intelligent", but he's still a great guy throughout the first 3 seasons, he loves his friends, is the ultimate chill guy, and really he's just total ND vibes for anyone who remembers being that "not conventionally intelligent" kid growing up so I can def 100% understand the premise of this episode as someone who was that kid lmao)

and spongebob offers to help his friend out by sigh pretending to be stupid to make patrick look smarter by comparison

and i'm sure you can see where i'm going with this when i say this episode hasn't aged well

like it immediately starts on the wrong foot with the whole premise of spongebob playing the "protective helmet dummy" act which is just a cruel stereotype of disabled and neurodivergent individuals.

but then as it goes on, patrick basically weaponizes spongebob's idea against him by actually being mean to him the same way his own parents would (and yes his "parents" are cruel right out the gate to patrick, but then immediately shift focus to spongebob as the target once he arrives and puts on the "dumb person" act.)

is this resolved in any actually meaningful way? maybe something like the Squirrel Jokes episode where Spongebob gets rightfully called out by Sandy for making stereotypical jokes about squirrels which is a metaphor for jokes that punch down on girls/minorities/etc.?

nope, not at all. spongebob eventually gets so (rightfully) fed up with the bullying that he decides he's not gonna go along with it anymore esp when he offered to do this to help his FRIEND and that's now clearly being taken advantage of at his own expense. So he approaches the parents as his 'normal' self (ugh sorry i just hate using that word in this context) where he explains that he's not actually an 'idiot', he can do math and even knows how to do his own laundry (sigh, again, incredibly ableist). and how do patrick and his "parents" respond? oh right, they gaslight him and escalate the bullying. the parents don't believe that spongebob was putting on an act and just assume patrick "taught" him how to say the things he's saying to defend himself. which i don't even have to explain is just another level of mean-spirited because this is an ACTUAL THING that happens to neurodivergent / disabled children, their needs aren't taken seriously by the adults around them and because they're often seen as purely the stereotypes of their disabilities, they're talked down to and mistreated just because they don't function the same way that neurotypicals do in a society that's designed for neurotypicals.

anyways, spongebob is literally driven into a meltdown by the parents and patrick gaslighting him, and he runs home crying. that is the last that we see of him in the episode.

and then the "parents" happen to say their names out loud to each other and that's when patrick realizes they're... not his real parents. and the parents go "oh duh, that's right, we don't have a son!"

and that's it. that's the resolution to the episode. there is no moral, it tries to "get back" at patrick and his shitty fake parents by being like "haha see! they're stupid!!" but it just ??? doesn't at all make up for the 10 minutes of manipulating and abusing and gaslighting spongebob???

like up until this point in the show, the one who's usually on the end of the abuse is Squidward, sometimes Mr. Krabs, but both of them are often at the end of some kind of physical comedy as karma. Mr. Krabs is a scummy greedy capitalist, so of course anything that happens to him after he's done something awful is karmic justice in the form of an anti-capitalist metaphor that's funny for children and satisfying for the adults re-watching Squid on Strike who go, "OMG Mr. Krabs is unfair!" Of course because it's a serialized kid's show, it does have to go back to the status quo at the end of each episode so nothing can really come of Squidward dismantling oppression board by board (Spongebob is literally us when we were 6 btw, "Gee, IDK what Squidward's talking about, but he sure sounds convincing" which is just genius writing lol), but even episodes like Squid on Strike and Selling Out have incredibly timeless and STILL APPLICABLE MESSAGES about late stage capitalism and the death of small businesses under the weight of massive, predatory corporations that, if anything, have only aged BETTER over time because now the 6 year olds who watched that back in the 2000's are adults and living the reality that Squidward was living in.

and then ofc when it comes to Squidward, well, it's usually also karma after he took things too far in his cynical opposition to Spongebob's childhood wonder. In a lot of ways, Squidward is simultaneously an empathetic reflection of the adults who have had to survive under the oppression of capitalism, many of them giving up their hopes and dreams to do so; but also a grim reminder that if we're not careful and don't appreciate the little things that bring us joy, we too can become jaded and oppressive to the next generation.

there's a lot in the older Spongebob episodes that's a lot more counter-culture than people give it credit for (unsurprising though considering Stephen Hillenburg himself was a Gen X'er and many shows pioneered by Gen X'ers throughout the 80's and 90's were writing from a comically cynical point of view, like they hated capitalism and the boomers too, this shit runs deep LOL) making it a way more progressive show than many people give it credit for because on the surface, it's just that dumb kids show with the annoying laughing sponge.

nothing about I'm with Stupid is counter-culture or fighting for the "little guys" like so many other episodes do. whether it was a blind spot on Hillenburg's end or another writer on the staff who was severely misinformed, the entire episode shows its age in the most exhausting, uncomfortable, ableist way, by stringing together 11 excruciating minutes of gaslighting and manipulating a normally positive and endearing character who was just trying to help their friend, with no closure or apology towards said character, and no resolution or message in the end about how treating people differently based on their perceived intelligence is wrong and cruel. I feel like somewhere under all the mean-spirited attempts at "jokes", there was some fringe message about how right-wing assholes will look for lesser targets to "punch down on" or use manipulation tactics to make their victims appear weak by poking them in all the right places, but it's lost in the mishandling of the episode's overall structure where it spends the majority of time playing into disability / neurodivergent stereotypes for comedy, bullying a character who did nothing wrong, and then hastily resolves itself by leaving the message at "welp, at least Spongebob isn't as stupid as Patrick and his parents!"

this turned into a longer and more introspective post than I had planned, but man, I was genuinely shocked when I rewatched that episode for the first time in ages and realized it had come out during the seasons 1-3 era which has, y'know, the episodes that are still the most popular to this day 20 years later and contain the majority of every Spongebob meme template out there (of which there are a LOT).

Like I swear to god I always remembered this episode being part of the sort-of-later era, like shortly after the movie came out but before it became entirely mean-spirited in its comedy post-Hillenburg. But nope, I'm With Stupid accompanies Procrastination, one of my own personal favorite episodes from that era because it perfectly encapsulates the ADHD experience, both of which aired in 2001, three years before the Spongebob movie which is when most people agree that Spongebob 'peaked'.

I was just so stunned by that because most episodes of that seasons 1-3 era are generally so positive and equalizing between the varied characters, and when that balance is thrown off, it's usually for the sake of sending a message about being kind and accepting to one another. Shit, Sandy is someone whose entire characterization revolves around her being conventionally intelligent, she literally built a rocketship to fly to the moon, and yet in the very first episode where she meets Spongebob, as soon as she finds out Spongebob couldn't breathe without water, she doesn't make fun of him, she doesn't chastise him for lying to her, she simply accommodates him and Patrick by giving them fishbowls to wear on their heads whenever they want to visit her in her home, which we always see them wearing in subsequent episodes when they go to visit her (at worst she says "you could have asked" in response to their need for water, but in her defense, they gave her the impression they knew what air was and it does make a point about how we need to all play our role in both sides of the conversation so people can express their needs without feeling like a "nuisance"); and we always see her going out and interacting with her friends in Bikini Bottom in her suit, which people don't make fun of her for, until at the earliest the Squirrel Jokes episode which, again, see above, her getting made fun of by Spongebob and everyone in town is meant to serve as a message not to pick on people for their differences.

And no , I'm not saying all this as some nostalgic Spongebob fan, I'm saying this as someone who both watched the shit out of Spongebob as a kid AND as an adult, who regularly rewatches their favorite episodes from the earlier era of the show, has almost all of those season 1-3 episodes memorized line for line (even the ones I don't watch as often anymore), and is currently doing a binge watch of every episode from S1-3. I hadn't watched I'm with Stupid in a long time. Maybe that was for a good reason 😒💀

[aphroditesmoon]

cool about it

gwen stacy x afab!reader

summary: she's always been able to catch you when you fall, and this time she's not letting go.

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff ending, allusions to abuse, anxiety, dissociation, coping fic.

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Gwen can't tell if she was being paranoid. She rethinks everything she's done for the past week, trying to figure out which moment exactly she could've hurt you.

You still hold her at night, still cook her eggs in the morning and kiss her goodbye before you leave for your work, still leaves pasta for her to reheat when she comes home. And yet your touch feels more empty, a habit more than a show of affection. The way you turn your head away from her when you think she's fallen asleep and cover your whole body under the suffocating blanket hurts her more than she should.

You don't meet her eyes when she's talking, rarely interrupting her daily rants about her day, the interrupting was her favourite parts of talking with you. Sometimes she cant even tellbif youre listening, she watches you, staring down at your fiddling fingers, but even at that, you didn't seem to be focusing on, your eyes was distant, away from anything present.

So she goes quiet, and her eyes remain trying to read you, trying to if it'll speak in some way, a hint of what's dragging you away from her.

Today wasn't an eventful day for the ghost-spider. Miguel had her off early, not without belittling her for something stupid again. She comes home to a quiet apartment, you had been to bed early it seems.

Opening the door to yours and her room, she finds you in a position she'd already expect, under the covers, not even your head visible.

She takes her suit off quietly before changing into one of your sweatshirts, small spider engraved on the shoulder. Despite climbing up slowly, you still flinch when the bed shifts. You pull the blanket off under your chin immediately, groggily saying her name.

Gwen mumbles an apology before gently pulling you into her arms, she feels like she's dragging a dead body towards herself, the way you succumb into her touch. Like you would've let her do anything to you at the moment.

You found your head placed on her chest, her heartbeat so clear to you, thump, thump, thump. "I missed you." You whispered, she heard you still.

"You saw me this morning babe." You could hear the small smile in her voice. "Missed you anyways." Gwen releases a slow, relieved breath, holding onto that small assurance you've handed out to her, a lifeboat floating miles away while she's drowning, but it's there, and she still have enough fight in her to keep swimming.

The comfortable silence was calming, but her eyes were still wide and awake as she looks down at yoi, combing her fingers through your hair. Your face was buried to her chest, she couldn't see your face, but she heard you when you spoke; "I saw my brother last week."

Gwen feels her heart pulls at your words, an uncomfortable foreign topic you always avoided throughout your relationship with her, was your brother. You had told her of course, of your past, and all the demons from them that still haunts you till now, but you never brought him up again after.

"Where?" She finally finds courage in herself to respond. "The shop. He was, looking...for a- a new blazer." You recall, stumbling on certain words.

"Did you talk to him?" She asks. She feels you shake your head. "I hid in the back, Hayat assisted him until he left." You explained. Relief swarms Gwen's heart again. "Fucking pri-" "It's fine. I'm fine." You assure her immediately.

"No, you're not." She snaps, immediately regretting her tone after. She pulls away from you slightly, making you tilt your head up at her. You let out a forced laugh at that. "No, I'm not."

It was only them, she noticed how sunken your eyes were, and how wet your cheeks and her shirt was. "I know, I should be over it at this point, over all of it, but I-" your voice cracks, and your sentence dies at your throat as the tears burst out, a choked sob. Gwen pulls you back into her, squeezing you tight, her own eyes watering.

She hated how you're trembling and crying, because of him. He didn't deserve to be cried over. And you didn't deserve any of this. Your hands fists the sides of her fuzzy sweatshirt, your whole body shaking.

And Gwen lets you, as she kisses the top of your head repeatedly, gently swaying you like a crying infant. Her grip on you doesn't lessen. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't know." She whispers to you. And over and over, she repeats that she loves you, and that she's got you.

[ilovespec]

A loving but dangerous winter ~

Y/N: your name

Y/L: your last name

|Yandere! Fem Serial killer × shy reader| part 1

warnings (although who has ever paid attention to them) : age difference , size difference , theft of things , illegal entry (into an apartment) , GL , light or not obsession.

4938 words.

Y/N Y/L this is an ordinary average girl, plain appearance, neither short nor tall, quiet character and no differences from all other girls on this globe. She works (barely making ends meet) and lives in a rented apartment. Every day is the same , getting up early at 5:00 in the morning , brushing teeth , showering , a meager breakfast and sometimes its absence, putting on clothes, taking the subway to the coffee shop where she worked, a long day at work and finally, the way home, a short sleep and everything is like new ....

. ｡��:*:･ﾟ’☆

But everything changed a little bit, as she thought, when she came to the coffee shop where she worked.... Slim.. No, even masculine muscular, unusually tall for a woman.... She had white hair with a black tips , blue eyes, beautifully serious facial features, and slightly pale, not tanned skin...She is wearing a grey turtleneck and black trousers.. They look quite expensive. It can be seen that they are made to order..

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Y/N blushed slightly when a beautiful stranger came up to the checkout, but she's just a customer.... Maybe she won't even remember it, and won't come here next time.. yeah...? How wrong she is.

Beautiful stranger: Good afternoon, please give me a ristretto.

She has such an unusual accent! Russian or something... It makes her even more beautiful, and the ristretto.. This is a very strong coffee! Well, okay, a client is a client....

Y/N: Y-yes...how do I sign your cup, Miss..?

Beautiful stranger: Agafya, my name is Agafya. Дорогая.

DAMN, WHY DO I STUTTER EVEN WHEN I'M NOT LOOKING AT HER?!??! And what did she call me...? I do not understand what this word means, but I hope that it was not liberating..

Y/N prepared a ristretto, and brought it to Agafya's table

Agafya: Thank you very much.

Agafia finishes her ristretto without even wincing and pays for the coffee, leaving a BIG tip and leaves with a barely noticeable grin

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Y/N finished her shift and went to the subway but... When she ran to his station, it drove away right in front of her nose. She missed the subway and she would had to call an "Uber"... To do this, she went outside, taking out her phone on the go, and abruptly! She heard a couple of horns from the side of the road next to her , she turned around uncertainly , and found a DAMN MERCEDES THERE IN WHICH AGAFYA WAS SITTING !!

Agafya: Good night, can I take you home?

After a little hesitation, she nodded slightly, and hesitantly got into an expensive car. And she immediately started moving...

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The girls were silent all the way, and I was able to see Agafya... She was beautiful... And she's definitely 8-9 years older than her. Perfect face, without a single flaw and Russian facial features...White hair , with black tips on each strand, that was perfectly styled... A grey turtleneck and black trousers without a single crease.. Everything about her was perfect , it was strange that she was interested in such an ordinary girl like Y/N...

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

When they arrived at her house, T/I quietly thanked the kind new acquaintance, and went to her apartment, wishing her a good night in advance.

Agafya: Good night to you too, and don't thank me. Кролик.

She said another word again , in Russian ... And I hoped with all my heart that it wasn't offensive. And because of her fatigue, she did not have an idea why Agafya knew her exact address.

｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

The whole next week was, to put it mildly.... Amazing. There were fewer and fewer rude customers every day.. The boss started paying his salary more often... And even her previously noisy colleagues have become much quieter! What surprised and pleased her ! But the gifts and notes were even more surprising and frightening.... IN HER FUCKING APARTMENT !!!! Every morning when she woke up, she found a bouquet of flowers (your favorite color) on a random surface of her house (different every day), and romantic notes written in calligraphically precise handwriting... And the same thing happened late at night when she was returning home from work. And that scared and confused her even more... She began to lose her underwear , a pair of lipsticks , and even her and even her T-shirt was missing ! It was still flowers..

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Today was an ordinary day, and today there were not even flowers and notes in her apartment, and even her things stopped disappearing! She was already overjoyed, and as usual, she entered the coffee shop where she worked... Her love.. Agafya, and already out of habit. Even when Agafya had just started to go to the checkout, she had already started preparing the ristretto. Agafya chuckled softly

Agafya: Yes, you already know me like a flake.

Y/N: Y-yes..... How can I not know my regular customer? Haha.. haaa....

Agafya: By the way, Y/N... Are you free after work today? I want to ask you out on a date.

WHAAAAAAAAT !!???! Y/N couldn't believe her ears, and blushing , and she stared at Agafya like a deer in the headlights

Y/N: What...? Uh... A date...? I think so... I'm free after work... me... I'm always free! Ha.. Haha...

Her head is in a complete mess, on the one hand she was over the moon with happiness, and on the other, why was it so straightforward, and so unexpected....

To be continued ;)

please write reviews about the first chapter of this "story" in the comments, please 😅 This is only the second time I've posted anything like this ...

translations:

Дорогая : darling

Кролик : rabbit

[purplecoffee13]

The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 4*

Summary: “Harry and Y/N faked their break-up when they got back to the wedding, and they haven’t seen each other since. But Y/N can’t handle the silence, and decides to confront him.”

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: angst, overdue confessions, possessiveness, feral!Harry, elevator sex, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), overstimulation (slightly)

A/N: The final part is here!!! I hope you enjoyed this little ride. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. I just wrote this in one sitting, and I haven’t actively proof read it, but I wanted to upload it anyway and I’ll go over it again tomorrow. Enjoy!

It has been three weeks since Harry and I flew back home. After our adventure in the broom closet, Harry’s entire energy had shifted and he was being distant, except when we needed to prove to everyone that we were a couple.

The flight was nothing short of excruciating, and a part of my soul, one that I had decided to lock up for my own sanity, hoped that the plane would never hit the ground. It had become evident that once back home, everything would go back to how it used to be. That stupid flight was the last time I could pretend Harry and I would ever stand a chance.

I was in awe with how fast I'd fallen for him, but seeing him around his family, having him touch me in the ways he did, and watching his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at me. I'm positive I'm making half of it up, especially because I've been reeling over everything that happened over the past week.

Harry and I had agreed, before we even stepped on the plane to Italy, to just tell our friends that it didn't work out once we got back. To say that we got into a fight on the way home, and we were back to hating each other's guts.

At the time I wondered how I was going to fake being heart broken in front of my friends, but I didn't have to lie. Zoey and Natalia were shocked to see how affected I was by this supposed break-up. They never said 'I told you so', but I know they were thinking it. Nonetheless, they stayed with me, talking about it all night.

I managed to twist the story to fit the narrative Harry and I told everyone. I just needed to talk to someone about the whole situation with Ophelia and how I felt foolish for ever thinking we'd have a shot in the first place.

A week after we got back, I saw him in the hallway of the literature building. He doesn't take any literary classes, so I was startled when I saw him standing there. He was alone, and looking at me, but he didn't walk up to me. I tore my gaze away from him and walked into the classroom. I still don't know what we talked about in that class, but I remember sitting by the window to watch him walk to the engineering building, hands buried in his pockets.

Thirty days have passed, and I'm still not entirely over it. Zoey and Natalia asked me to go out for drinks tonight, and I reluctantly accepted. I need to get out of this house and start moving on from the confusing mess I worked myself into.

We meet at a local Irish pub near the campus. Upon arriving, I almost immediately spot the girls sitting in one of the bigger booths. As I near, I spot a few of Malcolm's friends, and my ex himself in the booth too. Zoey sees me and comes running as fast as she can, pulling me away from the table.

"I am so sorry!" She begins, a stressed look on her face. "We texted you that he was here, but we weren't sure if you'd get them in time. I swear, we didn't know he was coming."

I throw her a smile, then pull her into a hug. Zoey stays still first, but slowly wraps her around me too. When I get out of the hug and look back at her, her wide eyes are filled with question marks.

"I really don't care, but thank you for trying to warn me." I rub her arms soothingly. I still sound sad, I know that, but I can't help it. Maybe a beer will help me relieve some of the weight I've been feeling on my shoulders these past few weeks.

"You really liked Harry, didn't you?" She asks me, and I nod, because it's in the past now so there is no point in denying it anymore. "Even though you dated for such a short time."

"He just... I don't know, Zoe. He felt so familiar, and I thought that meant something..." I shrug, feeling my heart strain as I talk. "But it didn't. My mistake."

Zoey gives me a sad smile, and suggests to go get a drink. I agree and we walk to the bar together, where we both order some kind of special beer we've never tasted before. We get caught up in a conversation, and our huge glasses are half-empty by the time we get back to the booth. I greet everyone, blowing a kiss to Natalia who sits in the middle of the booth. She shares the same worried look as Zoey, but at the sight of our faces, she relaxes a bit.

I feel Malcolm's burning stare on me. He is sitting with his arm around another girl, slouched back, fiddling with his empty glass on the table. I don't gift him the satisfaction of meeting his eye any more than necessary, and pick up the conversation with Zoey where we left it off.

An hour goes by, and no one dares to mention Harry so far, which makes me a lucky girl because I don't want to hear about him right now. But I think my mind jinxed it, unfortunately, because over Zoey, Natalia and my laughter, I hear Malcolm's voice say something I didn't even know I was dreading until the words come out of his mouth.

"Did you see that blonde chick Harry was with the other day?" He asks Noel, one of his idiot friends, who has always hated me for some reason. Noel nods intently.

"Oh yeah she was insanely hot, where the fuck did he even get her from?" He replies, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel the smirk in his voice.

But I don't really care about the malice with which those words were spoken. All I can think about is the word 'blonde', and how much I wish it isn't who I think it is.

I take a deep breath and finish my beer in one go. I have taken note of the awkward silence that dominates the table, but I don't let it get me self-conscious.

"I have to go." I say to Zoey, and start moving towards the end of the booth. She moves along with me and gets out of the booth so I can get out, but she looks concerned.

"Don't let Mal get to you. He's a jerk." She pleas, and I shake my head.

"He isn't getting to me. I just need to go, I need to see Harry." I explain, even though I'm risking the chance that Natalia and Zoey will physically restrain me from going.

"I'll drive you." I hear Natalia say from behind me. I turn around and see her getting out of the booth as she throws on her jacket.

"Where are you guys going?" Noel asks, a bit of an angry tone in his voice. Natalia turns around and scowls at him.

"To find guys whose balls have dropped."

With that, Zoey and Natalia escort me out of the pub, and we giggle as we get into the car.

"Okay, where does he live again?" Natalia says, getting her car GPS ready. I give her the address, which is actually quite close to the pub, and in under five minutes we have arrived at his apartment complex. I've never been here before, but I keep that to myself, of course.

"All right," Natalia and Zoey turn around to me, who is sitting in the backseat. "let us know when you're inside and if you want us to wait, okay?"

I nod at them, and they cheer me on as I get out of the car. Anxiety fills me as I make my way towards the door, and I feel like I might just throw up as I ring the bell. However, Harry doesn't answer it. To my luck, a woman opens the door from the inside, and holds the door for me so I can walk inside.

Utter fear and excitement make my body shiver as I stand in the empty elevator, waiting to reach the seventh floor where Harry lives. I speed walk towards his front door, but once I'm in front of her, I get increasingly more anxious about knocking.

What if Ophelia is still here? What if they're inside together? I'd look like a fool. Hell, I already do. What part of me even assumed he feels something for me in the first place. For all I know, he doesn't give two shits about me.

But the second I take a physical step back, I shake my head. No, I need to talk to him.

I knock a couple of times, but there is no answer. I stand there for a minute, then knock again. After three minutes of standing there in silence, my shoulders start to slump. He's not here. But there is a string of motivation that pulls me along anyway, and it makes me pick up my phone and dial his number.

Much like his door, he doesn't answer the phone, and I am connected to his voicemail. I take a deep breathe as the peep reaches my ear.

"Hi," I softly say when the peep has faded and it's up to me to leave him a message. "I... I'm uh, I'm at your apartment, but you're not home— Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have had to leave this voicemail."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the awkward trailing off, and clench my jaw to shut myself up before I say too much stupid shit.

"But uhm, I heard you were with— never mind. Can we talk? Let me know, okay?" I stumble, before hanging up. I sigh, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity as I walk back to the elevator.

When I'm back at the car again, the girls are quick to jump me with questions, but their voices fade at the sight of my disappointed face.

"We'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Natalia says as Zoey grabs my hand and squeezes it. I silently nod, feeling too stupid to talk or move.

It doesn't take long to get to my apartment, which is on campus. I huh the girls goodbye and make a beeline for the elevator, wanting to get into my bed as soon as possible and watch movies for the rest of the night.

When the elevator reaches my floor, I am quick to step out, but my eyes widen at the person I spot.

At my front door is Harry, whose head shoots towards me at the ping of the elevator. His eyebrows raise at the sight of me, like he's relieved to see me. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my mind cloudy from the surprise of him standing at my front door after I just came back from standing at his front door.

"Making up for my stupidity." He says without missing a beat, a sad look in his eyes. It looks an awful lot like the way he looked at me in the broom closet as his energy completely shifted and he emotionally closed himself off from me for the rest of the trip.

"D– did you get my voicemail?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I stare at him, doe eyed. Freaky.

"I was just at your apartment. You weren't there, and I thought you were with... Malcolm said he saw you with a blonde girl and I... oh, I don't know I'm rambling." I wave it off, shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't." Harry leans down to meet my eyes, and when he does, he says it again. "I wasn't."

He cups my face with his hands and waits for me to respond to him. I nod, softly, my stomach turning at the touch of his hands on my face, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.

"Look, this whole thing is stupid. I caught feelings, and I think I saw things and found meanings that weren't there." I confess to him, the tension in my body already starting to fade away. "I just got weirdly jealous of Ophelia. I mean, here I was with this crush that had been developing for a couple weeks, while she has this deep history with you. I know I can't compete with someone like that."

Harry frowns as if I'm telling him lies, and it gets me a little bit insecure.

"But, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to apologize for if I made things weirder than they needed to be." I give him a half-smile. "So, sorry."

It stays silent between us, for a couple of minutes, but then Harry let's put a short laugh. My cheeks begin to heat up at the sound of it. Is he laughing at me?

I roll my eyes. I thought he was serious about talking to me, and now I feel stupid for what I just said. I go to walk past him, but he doesn't allow me to.

"Let me through." I demand, trying to push his arm away, but he just shakes his head.

"No."

"I'm not going to stand if you're just going to laugh at me. Let me through, Harry." I argue, but he doesn't budge. I groan loudly, then turn around and walk towards the elevator. I hear his footsteps behind me , but I ignore them.

"What are you doing?" He asks, watching me as I push the button from the elevator over and over again, as if it has any effect on the speed with which it will arrive.

"Getting away from you." I grit through my teeth, a little sense of victory washing over me as the elevator door opens. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm currently opting for tattling Harry to the janitor so he'll get kicked out of the building.

Not so much to my surprise, he follows, standing in front of the buttons. He smirks lazily as I try to move him away, and eventually manage to push the '1' button. The door closes, and I go to turn around, but Harry pulls me back against him, and suddenly the elevator starts shaking a bit, and we come to a halt. I push Harry's arm away from my waist and turn around to see his hand still around the emergency stop. My eyes widen at the realization of what he just did.

"What did you do?!" I cry out.

"We weren't done talking." He says, face turned serious again.

"We were." I argue, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes at me, just like I did before.

"We were not."

"Well, I was!"

"You can be so difficult sometimes, do you know that?" He tells me, voice strained with irritation.

"Says the guy who stopped the elevator!" I fight back.

"You won't hear me out." Harry reasons, and he's right. I don't. I'm too mad to hear him out right now. So, I don't respond to him with anything but a scowl. He takes a step closer, and I instinctively take one back, tearing my eyes off him and instead staring at the ground.

"And if you don't hear me out, you wouldn't know that Ophelia was never here. I haven't seen her since the wedding. They probably saw me with someone from class." He tells me, and while I feel relieved, I also feel like an idiot for ever having the plan to let janitor Hector throw Harry out of the building.

"And you also wouldn't know that when I was eighteen, I went to this pool party, and I saw this girl in a lilac bikini, playing volleyball in the pool with a beer in her hand," He steps closer again, and I let him. My brows knit and I meet his eyes. "and I fell in love with her right then and there."

I remember that party. I didn't know he was there, too.

"But she was dancing with someone else, so I hooked up with this girl named Marie. And when I went on a date with her, I discovered her best friend was the girl from the pool party." He explains, and I scoff. What a pretty fairytale like story, too good to be true. Harry shakes his head slowly, and then cups my face with his hands again.

"I swear to god, Y/N. I've liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you three years ago. I was young, and stupid and I'm sorry you lost that friendship because of me. I shouldn't have made a move on you while dating someone else, that was stupid and I can't take that back. But I got too excited with the fact that I could finally talk to you."

"You worry about me and Ophelia's history. Well, I've wanted you for three years. I've just been waiting for even a sliver of a chance, and I promised myself I wouldn't fuck it up when I got it." He tells me, and the generosity in his voice makes me want to cry. "I just got a bit nervous, after what happened those two nights. I didn't want it to be a one time thing. But I acted too distant, I shouldn't have done that. But I swear, from the moment I saw you, it's been you. Not Ophelia or anyone else, just you, okay? And if you don't believe me, let me add that my parents actually don't know Leila's gay."

I take a deep, shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off of him, and then push my lips onto his. It's sudden, and it's needy, and it stems from the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I possibly can. I can't articulate what I feel but I can show it by the way I kiss him.

He doesn't waste anytime and deepens the kiss as soon as my arms have flung around his neck. His tongue dances around mine hungrily, but there is still this gentleness in his movements. He is holding back a bit, as if he kissing me like he really wants to will make me disappear. I decide to pull out of the kiss for a moment, and we stare at each other, breathless with the passion that is burning in both our bodies.

"I missed you." I blurt out, shocking myself and him. Harry's mouth forms into a wide smile, and dives his head straight into my neck. A moan escapes my mouth the second I feel him starting to suck on my skin.

"Harry... we probably shouldn't do this here." I protest ever so slightly, because I actually do not care but I'd rather have him in my bed than against the hard wall. "Let's go back to my place."

He kisses his way up to my jaw, and gums in agreement. I go to step away from him to push back the emergency stop, but Harry doesn't let me. He puts his left hand around my neck and kisses me again, while his right hand hikes up my skirt. Upon stopping the kiss, he leans into my ear.

"We'll get out of here once you've had an orgasm. Consider it an apology for laughing just now." He purred. The combination his heavy breathing and his fingers slipping into my panties makes me shut my eyes tightly. He strokes my pussy with two of his fingers, getting a feel of my wetness.

"Poor girl, I've got you all soaked, don't I?" He taunts as he begins to rub my clit. I moan a 'yes', too aroused to be able to handle the slow teasing. I just want to come so we can get out of here and he can fuck me on my bed.

"Harry, please..." I plead with him, and somewhat of a growl leaves his mouth. His fingers disappear from my heat and I whine at the sudden coolness of my underwear's fabric in my pussy.

I hear the jingle of his belt and I look down to see him taking his rock hard cock out of his pants. Before I can even ask what he's doing, Harry grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, gasping at the feel of his cock against my wet folds.

"I'm going to give you my cock baby, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are, alright?" He commands, taking my underwear between both of his hands and ripping it apart. I widen my eyes at the sight of him pushing away my torn panties, but I'm too turned on from it to get mad.

"Harry, we're in an elevator. What if other people—"

"Do I look like I give a shit about other people? They can take the stairs for all I care." He interrupts me, voice raised a bit. I shake my head ever so hesitantly. "Now, do you want my cock or not?"

He slaps my thigh when I don't respond to him immediately, so I nod as fast as I can.

"Yes, I want it. Please." I look at him, and he leans in to kiss me again. This time it's harsh, and sloppy and needy, the passion having turned into a rough fire that can only be put out with a hard fuck.

He stops the kiss, aligns himself with my pussy, and then pushes himself into me. I let out a shameless cry at the feeling of his dick gliding into me. It's so easy because of how wet I am, and I like how big he is and how it hurts the first minute.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this, love." He starts out slow, knowing his size is something to get used to, but I want none of that.

"Go faster, Harry. I don't care if it hurts, I just want you." I gasp into his mouth in between kisses, and he groans loudly before pushing himself into me with a sharp trust that gives me a burning feeling in my core. It's like I've turned a switch, because Harry's pace is unbelievable and I find it might be too much to handle. Every thought I have fades away until the only thing I can think about is him.

I moan like we're in an isolated room and watch his beautiful face and the curls that fall in front of his face because of the harshness of the thrusts.

"Ah! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" The only words I'm able to articulate from all that are flying through my brain.

"Thaaat's it baby. You get what you asked for " He smirks, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I cry out from the moment he starts to rub circles on it, and I know I won't last very long anymore.

"Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Are you gonna cream all over my thick cock?" He asks and I can't help but scream out. My tits are almost spilling out of my top because of the way Harry's fucking me against this wall.

"Yes, yes, please! I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm takes ahold of my body, mind and soul. My walls are pulsating around Harry and I'm pulling on his hair for some kind of support as I fall apart. I try to catch my breath, but I'm not able to because Harry drills into me even harder than before.

"H– Harry what are you, oh..." My eyes roll to the back of my head at the amount of stimulation that I'm currently feeling. My grip on his head loosens and I slowly start becoming nothing but a rag doll for him to fuck stupid.

"You're mine now." He growls, and I nod at him, too out of breath to say anything. "And I'm going fuck you until I cum inside your sweet pussy, and you'll hold it in there until we get to your apartment. Do you understand?"

I nod at his request, but he isn't pleased with that. He wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes ever so slightly.

"I said: do you understand?"

"I understand." I sputter out, and with that he is back to pounding himself into me. He doesn't take his time, and I know it's because he needs this release just as much as I do. His thumb finds its way to my button again and he continues rubbing and rubbing until I'm nothing but a shivering mess under him.

"Look at you, getting fucked stupid in an elevator by your boyfriend. Such a little slut, all for– fuck! All for me, huh?" He rambles and nothing but words of agreement leave my mouth at his dirty words as I feel my legs tremble with the arrival of a second orgasm.

I push Harry's face against mine to muffle my own scream, but the way he moans into me doesn't quite help my case.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, baby." He says, and I gather all my mental strength to return some of that dirty talk he's been providing me with.

"Cum for me, please. I need it so fucking bad, baby. Make me yours." I mewl and his thrusts become more erratic with every word I utter, and by the time I'm done talking, I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my walls.

We're both unable to talk for a minute. We stand there, catching our breath with our foreheads pressed against each other.

"I'm gonna pull out, baby." Harry says after another minute of coming back to earth. I nod tiredly, and hiss as he removes his dick from me. He slowly lowers my legs to the ground, but I hold on tight to his neck because my legs need a few seconds to adjust to holding up my entire body weight.

Harry puts on his pants again and shimmies down my skirt for me before pushing the emergency stop. The elevator goes up almost immediately, but it feels like forever, especially with the feeling of Harry's cum starting to leak out of me. I do my best to hold it in, but it's hard when your legs have just done the most intense work-out they've ever done in their entire life.

When the elevator door opens on my floor, we are met with another couple, who looks at us with a frown when met with the state of us. It doesn't help that the elevator smells like sex now, so we walk out as quickly as we can, Harry adding a cheeky 'goodnight' before we rush to my door.

We both burst into laughter the second the elevator closes and I open my front door for us to get in. Once inside, Harry picks me up and Carrie's me to my couch, where he lays me down on my back. He lies on top of me, partly holding himself up so I don't crush under him, and gives me a deep, long kiss.

His hands stroke through my hair as our lips brush against each other. It's delicate and I could cry at the softness of it all. Harry pulls out of the kiss to analyze my face. He takes in every feature, as do I, and after a bit of silence he speaks up.

"I can't believe you let me have you." He says, those stars in his eyes that I love so much.

"I can't believe your parents don't know Leila's gay."

That makes him laugh, and in time me, because his laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, apart from his moans.

"You liked me for three years." I state what he said earlier, and he nods a genuine nod.

"Three and half, to be exact."

"You're crazy." I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Deal with it. Your boyfriend is a crazy guy." He says and kisses my neck again, before moving away from me.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown, not happy with him just going away out of nowhere. I roll my eyes when he hikes up my skirt once again and starts kissing my thigh.

"Harry, I already came two times. I don't know if I'll be able to come."

"Ssh, baby. Just want a taste." He says before attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a shriek at how intense the feeling is, especially in regards to the sensitivity of my clit.

I become a moaning mess right away, and my hand finds its way to his hair. He sucks and licks long stripes all over my pussy. He lifts his face for a moment, mouth and nose glistening with our arousal and pushes two of his fingers further and further into my mouth. I suck on them with a satisfied moan, until he retracts them and shoved them into my already filled up hole.

"Oh, m– oh my god!" I whimper as his fingers pump in and out of me, and he knocks me out of the park when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit.

I know my orgasm is closing in, but I've never experienced three orgasms in one night before, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of this one. Everything feels so intense that I don't know how I'm going to react to this third one.

A string of curses and moans are the only thing that leave my mouth as I shut my eyes so tight that I swear I see stars, and my entire body pulsates as he helps me ride out my high. I don't even have the strength to open my eyes until Harry gets back on eye level with me.

"Open your eyes baby." He whispers, his fingers caressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I whine incoherently.

"I know love, I know. I'll get you all cleaned up and then we' go to sleep, alright." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek before getting up and scooping me up from the couch. I already feel awake enough to walk myself, but I keep quiet so he can carry me to my bathroom.

He strips both of us from our clothes and turns on the shower. He cleans me up, even though I insist I do it myself, and afterwards he also fancies himself in charge of what I'm wearing to bed. He picks out a simple, oversized Metallica t-shirt I got from my dad, and helps me put it on before getting into bed with me.

I have to say I am quite sleepy, so my eyes fall shut quite easily. Harry keeps on playing with my now wet hair, making me even more drowsy.

"I won't mess this up." He says, mostly to himself, I think. But I respond anyway.

"I won't let you."

[zombiboon]

RE Boys Coming Home to a Sleeping S/O

This has been a dead ass account, with the last post being literal months old now and about a whole different fandom. I recently got into Resident Evil (Thanks DBD for adding my new husband Wesker) and while my ass is struggling to understand the lore outside the basics, I’m trying and I’m also gonna write these characters anyways. Are they going to be OOC? Probably. But take some of the RE boys coming home to a sleeping S/O.

if there's a guy you want not in here, it's likely because I know so little of him. I'm still getting into the series (I'm only up to RE5 as of now).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Not at all edited, Likely OOC portrayals

Characters: Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

ALBERT WESKER

It’s a common sight for Wesker to come home to you sleeping, considering he works late almost if not all nights. Hell, he’s surprised whenever you’re not sleeping by the time he returns home. 

If you’ve fallen asleep on the couch - either from watching TV or maybe even waiting for him to come home -, in the beginning of the relationship, he may just leave a blanket on you so you’re not cold, but further into the relationship, he’ll carry you back to the bedroom.

He’s not one for cuddling either, but he will occasionally spoon you. It won’t start out like that, however, it’s more of a subconscious thing he does while asleep next to you. He may fall asleep next to you, arms at his side (he goes to bed face up, the arms at the side makes him look like a robot), but you’ll wake up with one arm loosely hanging around your waist and his warmth comforting you from behind - if you wake up before him.

CHRIS REDFIELD

Another man who usually works late. Little too attached to his job, it may as well be his second partner - right after you, of course. 

He usually comes home to you getting ready for bed but sometimes, he’ll come home when you’re already in bed. Though he’d probably never admit it aloud, he does feel a little saddened he can’t chat with you when he comes home, but he’s also a patient and reasonable man, he knows it’d be ridiculous to request you stay up even later just so he can have a brief conversation with you.

He does his best in keeping quiet while getting ready for bed but by the time he adds his weight to the mattress, you’re already turning your head to greet him drowsily. He usually apologises with a quick peck on the lips. Immediately urges you to go back to bed as he shifts into his spot beside you.

He enjoys hugging you tightly more than spooning you, to be honest. He likes embracing you and keeping you close to his chest. But if you manage to sleep through the ruckus of him getting ready for bed, he’ll settle for spooning you.

LEON S. KENNEDY

Really only ever comes home late when out with friends or coming back from a mission. He has a small habit of uttering a tired, “I’m home” to a darkened house whenever you’ve already gone to bed. 

He’s usually exhausted by the time he comes home late and will immediately book it for the bedroom. He’ll crawl into bed and if you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up to Leon clinging to you from behind. He’ll apologise for waking you if you greet him. 

He’s got a deathgrip around your stomach as he nuzzles into your back. If he doesn’t, please spoon him. He adores it.

If he’s not tired, he still lays in bed with you, silently admiring you. Occasionally, he’ll brush a few strands of hair out of your face just to keep cherishing your features with a smile. After a few minutes, it gets him completely knocked out for the rest of the night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

(this mans last name is so impossible for me to type correctly half the time. curse you second "i")

The type to despise coming home late. He’s exhausted, with his work, his limbs are sore, and he doesn’t get to see you. So when he comes home to a dark house, he’s a little defeated. But hey, he gets to see you - you’d be sleeping, but it’s still you. 

He’s surprisingly stealthy in slipping into bed, so much so you get jumpscared awake by his touch. 

And he’s a cuddly bastard, immediately swinging his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he peppers the back of your ear and neck with soft kisses. He usually keeps you up with a small and whispered conversation, just to check in with you before letting you drift back off into a deep slumber. 

He’ll just nuzzle his face into the back of your neck and when his tight grip loosens just a smidge, you’ll know he’s passed out sleeping - if his snores didn’t alert you to that.

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[rosetterer]

bucktommy + being catcalled while working + turning around annoyed just to see it's your flirty husband

You can also read this on AO3: catcalling - rosetterer - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

But here we go:

Catcalling

Nobody ever talked about how boring being a firefighter could be. Now, Buck found every aspect of the job interesting as hell but there were days when all they did was check cars that had been part of a crash or help people get out of a broken elevator. It wasn’t anything that exciting, and genuinely, the calm days were sometimes the best.

While danger gave him the kind of adrenaline rush that he craved, it usually also meant that someone had to suffer. And Buck didn’t want that.

Sometimes he just wanted to stand under a tree and try to figure out how to get a cat to come down.

Just like today.

”And why exactly did you call us?” Hen asked the elderly woman who was staring up at the tree.

”Do I look like I can climb trees? I can barely climb stairs,” the woman said, rolling her eyes. ”Poor little Catrick… Loves to climb but never knows how to come down.”

”Catrick?” Buck barked out a laugh and turned to look at the woman, who didn’t seem amused. He forced a neutral expression on his face. ”Catrick, right. We’ll get C- Catrick down in just a moment. Easy peasy.”

”Are you going to climb the tree?” The woman asked, eyes now focused on Buck.

”Oh no,” Buck told her and nodded toward the firetruck. ”We’ll just use the ladder. Is… Catrick-”

Hen burst into laughter, which got her a good glare from the woman.

”Is your cat aggressive?” Buck reworded his question, trying his best not to look at Hen, who was now, thankfully, walking away.

”He scratches a little,” the woman said. ”But you’ve got thick gloves, you’ll be fine.”

”Alright then,” Buck said with another nod, turning to look at the rest of his team. ”So… Who’s going up?”

”Not it!” Hen called out immediately.

"I'm not going either. I'm going to stay on the ground and… lead the operation,” Buck told them. ”The last time I was up on that ladder, things didn’t go that well.”

”Don’t even joke about that,” Eddie told him as he passed him but shot him a small smile anyway. ”I’ll go. You tell me which way to go. The leaves are making it difficult to see where exactly that cat-”

”Catrick,” Buck reminded with a grin.

”Catrick,” Eddie repeated, sounding almost disgusted with the name. ”...Is hiding.”

”Alright, you go on up then,” Buck said, glad that he wasn’t going to be the one getting scratched today.

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It didn’t take long for Eddie to be in position. The leaves of the tree were causing some trouble as Catrick seemed to be hiding somewhere right in the middle. Basically, Eddie couldn’t see anything and had to reach into the tree blind while Buck told him where to move his hands so that he could get hold of the cat.

”A little to the left,” Buck called out.

The whole tree seemed to rustle as Catrick decided that the last thing he wanted to do was to come down or to go into Eddie’s arms.

”Damn it,” Buck mumbled, hands on his hips.

”What now?!” Eddie yelled from behind the branches, a single leaf stuck to his helmet.

”I’m thinking!” Buck told him.

He really was. If the cat didn’t want to come down, it wasn’t going to come down. Scaring him wasn’t exactly a kind way to deal with the situation but if he kept running away, they didn’t really have any other choice.

It wasn’t like they could be here all day long. Buck would just get a stick from somewhere and poke-

A whistle broke him out of his thoughts.

”Looking hot!”

Now, they did get whistled at every once in a while. Usually by drunk women having a bachelorette party.

When Buck turned around, that wasn’t what he found this time around.

”Tommy?” He asked, watching as the man walked toward him with his hands in his pockets and a sweet smile on his face.

”Look at you saving the world, Evan,” he said.

”What are you doing here?” Buck couldn’t help but break into a smile at the sight of his man.

”I was on my way home from a shift. Noticed some familiar faces,” Tommy said, nodding in the direction of Hen who was waving at him. ”I’m guessing there’s a cat stuck in a tree, judging by the way Eddie’s struggling.”

Buck glanced up at Eddie, who was now trying to get to the cat without any directions.

”Yeah… Catrick,” Buck explained simply.

”Catrick?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow, and broke into laughter. ”That’s amazing.”

Buck stepped a little closer, bringing a hand to the hoodie Tommy was wearing.

”This is mine,” he mumbled, smiling, not letting go of the fabric.

”The last time you stole my hoodie, it was all ’what’s mine is yours’ and-”

Buck pressed his lips onto Tommy's, silencing him. Hen clapped excitedly, while Eddie cursed somewhere up above them and Buck could already imagine Bobby shooting a very disappointed look in his direction.

But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

”What was that for?” Tommy asked, smirking. His hand was still lingering on Buck’s waist.

”You look cute in my hoodie,” Buck explained with a shrug and leaned a little closer. ”Also, didn’t take you for the type to catcall.”

”Oh, I don’t usually,” Tommy said casually. ”I just noticed that you guys were here and that there was a cat stuck in a tree so I thought catcalling might be kind of appropriate for the situation at hand.”

Buck groaned at his joke but couldn’t help but smile wider.

"And also… There happened to be a really hot firefighter standing near the street and I just couldn't help myself," Tommy continued, his voice smooth, and right at that moment, Buck just wanted to go home with him.

”Yeah?”

”Yeah…” Tommy whispered.

”If you two are done flirting, I could use some help!” Came Eddie’s muffled voice from above. ”I’ve got Catrick!”

”I should probably go,” Buck told him then with an apologetic smile.

”Go on. I’ll see you at home,” Tommy said. ”I have to get going as well or my car’s getting towed. Not actually allowed to park here.”

He looked in the direction of his car, parked a little haphazardly on the side of the street.

”Tommy Kinard, breaking the law. Who would’ve guessed?” Buck couldn’t help but tease.

”Anything for you, you know that,” Tommy said and pressed their lips together once more.

God, Buck had missed this.

”Buck!” Eddie’s yell made them break apart.

”I guess I’m needed,” he mumbled against Tommy’s lips.

”I guess you are,” Tommy replied and started slowly making his way to his car by walking backward and keeping his eyes on Buck. ”Stay safe, Evan. I’ll see you later. We’re ordering in.”

”Sounds great!” Buck said, very aware of the dreamy smile that was on his face.

Tommy always made him feel like he was floating.

”Buck!”

With a sigh, he turned around and rushed to where Eddie was calling for him.

Maybe he shouldn’t hope for a calm day after all. Saving cats was all well and good, especially when others did all the dirty work but serious calls made the time pass faster.

And he just couldn’t wait to get home.

[a-living-canvas]

TW : Characters death, not very safe for your pretty mind, slight gore

!!!!!!!

Glued Intestines

Stubborn, little disgusting thing. Always disobeyed me. Letting their defiance get in the way.

Whumper dragged Whumpee by their ankle, ignoring those soft muffled voice that were pleading to them. "Shut up, pet. "

They brought Whumpee to their room. Whumpee was blindfolded so they couldn't see anything other than the pure darkness. There's something about darkness and Whumper that made them shudder. 

Whumper laid Whumpee across the floor. They walked around for a bit and picked up something. Their silence only made Whumpee's heart beat even faster before the sound of their footsteps approaching them again.

"You know, Whumpee, I need a new floor mop. The old one is broken. The stupid strings of yarn kept falling off. How inconvenient, right? I really need to clean my dusty floor right now."

Whumpee just listened silently, shifting slightly on their position. They heard another sound. The sound of Whumper mixing the mop detergent with water, swirling around in the bucket. 

"Come to think of it, I have kept you here with me for the past 3 years already. Maybe it's time to replace you."

Whumpee beamed up slightly at that. Going home? Whumper would release them? Finally! Finally! After all the pain and suffering, they would—

"This would be painful."

…What?

Whumper lifted Whumpee's legs and held it out in the air. They picked the wooden stick and without a warning, thrusting it into Whumpee's rectum. Whumpee flinched, pain immediately coursing through their body as they screamed through the gag, their body shaking and wriggling uncontrollably as Whumper kept pushing the stick inside them.

"Mmhh! Mmhhh!!"

"Shh…"

Whumper said soothingly, not caring as Whumpee's writhing and squirming under them. When they were done, Whumper tied Whumpee's ankles around the pole, humming softly while doing so. 

As if that wasn't enough suffering for Whumpee, Whumper used their whole strength and lifted Whumpee's body, making their head hanging upside down. Gently, they guided them to the bucket and lower Whumpee's head inside the foamy liquid. 

Soaking their long hair, Whumper pulled them up and started mopping the floor. Their movement was gentle, moving Whumpee's body back and forth. They could still hear their whimpers and cries, but soon they would die. 

And they would be nothing but a literal human-mop to Whumper.

"You are not cleaning well enough, pet."

Whumper commented, shaking their head in disappointment. "Could have done better in your last moment."

"Mmh…" 

Whumpee could feel themself getting weaker and weaker. It was so so painful. They hoped death wasn't as painful as this. They hoped it would be calm and peaceful and freeing. They wanted to be free.

They desperately did.

~

"Boss?" Henchman called out for Whumper, knocking the open door as Whumper's back facing him. They was moving the mop up and down in the bucket. Henchman felt dark aura surrounding him as he gulped nervously.

Something feels wrong

"Boss…? What are you—"

Whumper turned around to face Henchman as they gave a creepy smile to him. They let go of Whumpee's leg, making them fall into the bucket before their body stumbled backward to the floor. The water spilled across the tile, soaking the white carpet. 

Whumper smiled calmly, taking in the sight of horror in Henchman's pale face. They raised an eyebrow, smirking teasingly,

"Are you sure you want to know what I'm doing, Henchman?"

~

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Dancing with our hands tied | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Secrets gets spilled during an afternoon drinking beer with your best friend’s brother 

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: drinking, heavy kissing

Request: heyyy can u do number 5 (''Did I just say that out loud?'') and it's a  rafe x kook!reader that is sarah bestfriend but sarah wasn't home when she stopped by and rafe invites for her to wait for sarah. even tho shes a little hesitant she decided to wait for her but instead gets left alone with rafe for the whole day. she thinks that he hates her (thinks she's weird, stupid, funny, ugly) so she covers it up by being sarcastic and mean when he's actually secretly in love with her and they pick on eachother all the time and after a few too many drinks and hours together she begins to mumble about how rafe is so hot but such a dick as rafe is opening another beer bottle (or literally anything that is normal but completely hot) and thats when he is like "huh🤭" and shes like "omg did I say that out loud😦" and it ends however u want😘

Note: I didn't plan for this to get more than 1k, but it happened and I'm not mad 🤭

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‘’Sarah’s not here,’’ Rafe announced when he answered the door. ‘’She went to Charleston with Rose and Wheezie. Girls trip. She didn’t tell you?’’

You frowned. ‘’Eh, no.’’

‘’You can wait for her here if you want. They should be back today.’’

The idea of being alone with Rafe didn't enchant you — he was self-centered, arrogant and had an open dislike for you —, but didn't feel like going home. Your parents were having marital issues and you needed a break from their arguments.

You followed him to the balcony, which was a mess from Rafe's last party. There were half empty liquor bottles, unopened beers and wrappers of various sorts all over the table. You could spot a bong among the mess too.

Rafe sat on the couch and grabbed a bottle from the table. ‘’Want a beer or something?’’

It was only 1pm, but why not.

You took a beer, not seeing any mixing liquids to make drinks, but struggled to open it. You tried to look for a beer cap opener, but Rafe took the bottle from you and opened it with the bottom of a lighter.

‘’Thanks,’’ you said, taking a sip of your drink.

Neither of you said anything for a bit, sitting and drinking beer in silence. Occasionally, you could hear the chirps of the birds, the swish of the waves...and the annoying noise of Rafe's phone as he texted. Who has their keyboard sound on?

You finished your beer and Rafe offered you another one. ‘’Do you know what time Sarah will arrive?’’

Rafe shook his head, lips around the rim of his beer bottle. ‘’Nope.’’

You sighed and leaned further into the couch cushions. Great.

More time passed and you found yourself glancing curiously at your balcony companion. The sleeve of his shirt was hugging his bicep and you absentmindedly bit your lip. You knew he went to the gym with Topper and Kelce, but you never took time to notice how toned he was.

Your eyes shifted up to his face, and when you did, you saw his gaze pointed down towards your bare legs and the bottom of your dress, but he was steadily making his way back up to your face. He licked his lips as he looked you over, and immediately you were squeezing your crossed legs closer together.

‘’Is that a new dress?’’ Rafe played with the hem of your dress, exposing a small part of your thigh. ‘’Red looks better on you than blue.’’

‘’If you don't get your hand off of me, the next shade of red you'll see will be coming from your nose.’’

He laughed, a stupid grin etched on his face, and turned his body fully towards your own, leaning an elbow onto the back of the couch to rest his head on his fist. ‘’Feisty, I like it.’’

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your beer, wishing Sarah would get home faster. You’ve been in Rafe’s presence for over two hours and your patience was wearing thin with him. You pulled out your phone and tried texting her, but got no response.

A sigh left your lips.

‘’If you’re bored, we could take a dip in the hot tub?’’

You scoffed. ‘’With you? No thanks,’’ you replied. ‘’Besides, I don’t have my bikini.’’

‘’Sarah has many, or you can go naked. I don’t mind.’’

You glared at him with disgust.

Rafe nodded. ‘’I’ll take that for a no…’’

After your second beer, the alcohol was starting to kick in, feeling a light pleasing buzz.

You sank into your seat, swishing your third beer. ‘’Ugh, why so hot if such a dick?’’ you mumbled to yourself.

Being at an arm distance, Rafe had heard you — unfortunately. He cocked an eyebrow, a smug look on his face. ‘’What was that?’’

Realization hit you and you wanted to be swallowed by the couch. Or better, throw yourself off the balcony. ‘’Shit. Did I say that out loud?’’ you asked yourself.

Amusement washed over Rafe’s face. He leaned forward slightly, squinting as he studied you. You weren’t drunk, he’s seen you drunk before. Tipsy, perhaps. ‘’It that the alcohol speaking some truth?’’ He was pretty close by then, close enough that you could smell him — a mix of beer and expensive cologne.

‘’Fuck off, Rafe.’’ You put down your beer and stood, rounding the table to head to the sliding door. ‘’Tell Sarah to call me when she gets home. I’m going.’’

Rafe stopped you. ‘’Wait.’’

A tired sigh left your lips.

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair, about to spill something he had buried deep inside him. ‘’If it makes you feel better, I think you’re hot too.’’

You laughed, half genuine and half influenced by the effects of alcohol.

‘’You think I’m fucking with you, but I’m not.’’ Rafe wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you to him. You let him. ‘’I tried to get you out of my head — I mean, you’re Sarah’s friend —, but it’s not working. Everytime you’re over, I find myself looking at you and wishing I could bend you over the kitchen table.’’

You felt your heartbeat stutter a few times. ‘’The kitchen table?’’

‘’Or the couch right here.’’ He flashed you a devilish grin, a rush of dirty thoughts running through his head. ‘’You pick.’’

His dazzling blue eyes were looking right at you, and — fuck — you wanted him to kiss you. But you couldn't. It was part of the friendship code. No hooking up with someone’s brother behind their back.

Being forbidden made you want him more, though…

Sorry, Sarah, you thought before smashing your lips on his.

Rafe kissed you back and pulled you to his lap, hands slowly roaming your body. They slid from your back to your waist, over the curve of your hips, and down until he was roughly squeezing at your thighs.

He forced his tongue into your mouth without hesitation and you let out a soft moan, rutting your hips against him impulsively and igniting the fire.

Your hands went from his face to his hair, eliciting a moan when you pulled. His fingers slid just beneath the hem of your short dress, sending a wave of tingles across your skin as you immediately felt his bulge harden against your thigh.

The good thing about Tannyhill was that there were no neighbors and the backyard gave right on the ocean. There were no ways for anyone to see what you and Rafe were up to on the balcony, which was a good thing because neither of you felt like stopping to get inside the house.

Rafe pulled his mouth away from yours suddenly, a smug grin on his lips. The world around you seemed to spin, and you didn’t know if it was from the beers or the smaller amount of air into your lungs from the intense kiss.

You looked over your shoulder, the door reminding you that your friend would be home soon.

Sensing your train of thought, Rafe grabbed your chin and made you look at him. ‘’Sarah is not coming back until tomorrow afternoon,’’ he said, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. He sounded just as breathless as you.

‘’What?! But you told me—’’

‘’I lied.’’ He dropped a kiss on your shoulder, then slipped the thin strap off, slowly exposing more of your body. ‘’I wanted you to myself and saw an opportunity.’’

‘’I’m glad you did.’’ You leaned up, kissing him once more, and sucking on his bottom lip in the process. 

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[anjelicawrites]

Once poly!Aemond asked his lovers to help him stay in subspace for the whole weekend. It had been a couple of grueling months and he felt his brain needing to be disconnected from everything. He was cutely uncoordinated and in need to be touched all the time, both reader and Osferth walking around with an Aemond koala plastered on their backs. When his lovers gently helped him back, he felt like he had recharged his batteries. The weird thing had been Vhagar, who was less cranky herself and even let reader’s adopted donkey sniff her snout.

From one of your headcannons can you elaborate more pls??? 😏

The OG!Poly is back!

Warnings: kissing, handjob, ass play, blowjob, hints at subspace sex, being in subspace for a long period of time, overwork, stress, hints at chronic pain.

NSFW and 18+ only please under the cut!

Aemond has been working hard on his latest project and had, basically, disappeared from your lives. He would sleep a handful of hours, waking up early and going to bed later and later, to the point that he had started sleeping in one of the guest rooms in order to not disturb you and Osferth. You two knew he was alive because he would send you quick texts or put his dirty laundry in the hamper, but he was a ghost in your lives, who promised you two that he was going to be finished soon. You and Osferth were worried he would overwork himself or that his chronic pain would flare up, you two knew that he couldn't afford it to happen.

The text message arrives in the chat Thursday afternoon, it simply reads "I'm finished. Coming home." You rush home, your only goal is to hug Aemond, which you do, the second he walks through the threshold, your arms hug his slender frame with all your might.

"Gevie, gevie, dōna jorrāelagon."

You can hear Aemond murmur in your hair as you take in his familiar scent, and the tension in his back.

"Please tell me you don't have any leftover work to do." "I'm done. I have the whole weekend off, my team as well." "Oh thank God!"

You stare at him with adoring eyes, take in his tired expression and the dark circles: all the alarm bells go off in your mind immediately. You try to help him relax and Osferth joins in when he manages to return home, to little results: Aemond is still a ball of stress on the couch, all the pent up energy trapped in his tense shoulders and in the way his eyes fixates on the TV, without truly seeing the stupid show playing. Not even putting the collar on has helped.

"You're not listening, are you?" Osferth asks from the floor where he's laying with the dogs. "I'm sorry beloved, my mind seems unable to unstruck itself from this last project. I am so tired and my brain doesn't want to stop."

He sounds exhausted, barely managing to run on fumes.

"Do you think there's something we can do to help you unwind? You never stopped working for two months!" You tell him, worried that he might just collapse.

Aemond hums in your embrace, pensively weighting your words.

"There's something, but I don't know if it's feasible." "Tell us and we'll see, together."

Aemond cups Osferth's face for a second and breaths in his earthly scent, wishing that just your combined presences would be enough to help him finally relax: he feels so drained.

"Would it be possible to keep me in subspace for the whole weekend? I just need to stop thinking and I don't know how!"

You suck in a big breath: it is so huge coming from him, who is still fighting against his demons, it's a testament to the trust he has in you two.

"We can try." You can hear in Osferth's voice that he is already shifting, taking control subtly.

"Let's go upstairs." You murmur in Aemond's ear, following Osferth's lead. "Let's make sure you're all nice and dumb for a while."

Aemond shudders against you, he closes his eye with a tired sigh: if only.

"We are not asking, my sweet prince." Osferth's voice is a low rumble that sends a shiver down Aemond's back. "You will stop thinking, I don't care how long that is going to take."

"Or how many times you're going to come for us, like a good boy." You add.

"I want that, badly. My brain doesn't seem to want to follow the plan." Again, defeated against his own mind.

"It's not your brain we're interested in."

Aemond groans when Osferth's hand sneaks inside his loose trousers and curls around his soft cock.

"You're going to come for us, you don't have a choice."

Osferth's voice has deepened to a growl as his hands slowly moves up and down Aemond's cock. You can see how enlarged his pupils are, how feral his smile is when he notices your fingers finding their home around Aemond's sensitive nipples, pinching them until he lets out a soft whine.

"You're playing dirty." He stammers, his head leans on your shoulder. "You have no idea Aemond."

He whines again when the hand around his, now, hard cock jacks him with intent, fluid already seeping from the bulbous head, hips canting to follow the rhythm Osferth has chosen for him.

"Come, now."

Aemond can hear the command in his voice and that makes the coil in his stomach curl tighter and tighter with every fast movement of the hand around his cock and your cruel fingers on his nipples, the orgasm so close he can almost taste it, yet just a step away from him, his brain still running a hundred miles per hour.

The sudden pain of your fingers pinching his nipples tear through the million thoughts in his head and he comes, body kept upright by yours and Osferth's, who keeps pumping his cock, milking it until Aemond whimpers, raw already with overstimulation.

Aemond is not fully aware of how he finds himself on the bed, naked and hard, his mind is fuzzy on the details of walking up the stairs as you and Osferth kiss and bite his skin and lips, and all his clothes are gone and he is defenseless under your stares: where he wants to be.

The pleasure that slowly consumes his overworked brain never stops, you two dead set in driving him absolutely out of his mind with your teeth, mouths and hands.

He begs when your lips find home around his erection, again, in the attempt to suck his brain out through his dick. His hips squirm uselessly when his hole his violated again by Osferth's long fingers, muscles fucked and scissored until he comes down your throat with a shout.

With every orgasm he can feel his mind losing grip against the pleasurable pain you're subjecting him to, the threads of his million thought snipped at the bud by your bodies on his.

Yet he can't let go, his mind is so stubbornly clinging to the most difficult detail of the project and just focuses there as his body burns with pleasure.

"You know." Osferth's dark voice tears through this last stubborn thought. "One day I will bring you to a piercer and make sure you get the prettiest rings on your nipples. After they've healed I'll put nice weight on them, make sure everyone sees how sensitive they are."

As on cue you bite down on his right nipple and suck harshly, Aemond's mind snaps free of that troublesome last thought and finally floats in that safe space where he doesn't have to think, just feel and soak in your care, and Osferth's.

Aemond's body melts under yours, his muscles completely relaxed, the sign you and Osferth have reached your goal: he's into subspace, where his mind can, finally, let go.

"Come here sweetling, sleep in my arms. You did so good my heart." You murmur, helping Aemond on his side, with his face against your chest.

Aemond's eye is closed, his breathing slow and even, blindly his face finds your breasts and just rests there, where your soft smell envelops him completely and he knows he's safe.

"He's hogging your boobies." "Osferth, don't be morose. Lie behind me and be nice." "There isn't enough space!"

Osferth stares at you like a kicked puppy and, for five whole seconds, you feel bad for him.

"Those are my breasts, thank you very much. Second, Aemond needs them more than you do right now." "I need them always!" "Be good Osferth, come on!"

Osferth looks devastated that he can't hold your breasts the way he likes to, when Aemond sleeps between you two: he has to settle with just a couple of fingers on the upper side of one breast for the night. How unfair is that?

When you wake up, Aemond is still asleep in your arms, his long body relaxed in your embrace. With a gentle touch you caress his back, following the dip of his spine: he needs food and a slow awakening.

From the door Osferth observes you two, enamored with the way you are taking care of Aemond. On silent feet he heads to the bed and hugs Aemond from the back, murmuring that it's time to eat. Aemond stirs and makes a sleepy sound of contentment, cocooned as he is in the double embrace. He can only feel, his mind is still somewhere soft, while is skin blooms with goosebumps wherever your hand, and Osferth's, caress him, a tentative erection stands against your tummy and Osferth gently wraps his hand around it.

"Let's make a deal. You come for us and then we feed you breakfast." Osferth says.

In this state Aemond is nonverbal, he just nuzzles closer to your breasts and moves his hips: he doesn't need words when he has you two. His mind is hazy, yet his nerves carry the distant feeling of Osferth's rough palm around his cock and the sweet taste of your nipples in his mouth, both sensations cloud his mind and mix with the pleasure he has been feeling. His hips move following the long strokes around his cock, unhurried as pleasure tightens in his belly. He hears your soft moans of pleasure and Osferth's praises, the nipple in his mouth is pert and delicious, he can't help but nibble on it as his hips move faster, his cock head rubs against your clit with a wet sound he can barely hear over his own whimpers of pleasure as his orgasm explodes in his loins and his mind flies higher and higher into subspace.

Aemond lies on the bed, his semen splattered on his belly, his breathing slowing down: he looks like the portrait of desire, with his head on Osferth's chest and his legs spread out like an offering. He makes a pleasurable sound when you slowly clean the mess on his groin and tummy, kissing the head of his spent cock. With your lips you follow the path of his beauty marks, until you can hover his parted mouth.

"Let's feed you baby, you've done so well." You murmur and he preens.

He's unstable on his legs, he wobbles and has to lean against Osferth to walk down the stairs; you've never seen him like this, but he's never been in subspace outside the bed. It's endearing to see him, who is always preternaturally aware of his surroundings, walk on unstable legs, nearly hitting the banister with his elbow or trip on one of the dogs. He plasters himself against your back with an happy sigh, while you make coffee. You expect his hands to mold themselves around your breasts, instead he is happy to just feel your warmth seep through the clothes you two are wearing and walk with you, using your body as a crutch to keep his balance. He is not aware of what he's doing, it's just that you smell so good and are so soft, that his body simply follows its natural instincts. You have to put your index in the loop of his collar to maneuver him to where the bench is and have him sit down next to Osferth, who has already cut the food in small pieces and feeds them to Aemond in between butterfly kisses.

He's never been so needy of physical touch like he is now. He doesn't shy away from it normally, but he is never reached for it so openly; deep as he is in subspace he can't help but follow what his body is telling him to do: soak in the warmth of his lovers' skins, taste it with his lips and tongue and just bask in their presence next to him to even out those two month without you two. You and Osferth are keeping him safe as well. A part of Aemond knows he needs your help, that he is not capable of recognizing danger and that he needs to lean on you two for safety. Draping himself over Osferth's shoulders, or yours, and just walk with you this way is an instinct he easily follows and saves him from falling and tripping around the house. Pleasure and arousal mingle with the warm waves where is mind is now, with every orgasm you and Osferth extract from his pliant body, he soars even higher and falls deeper into subspace and becomes ever more responsive to your touch, and Osferth's, his body blossoming under yours as he whimpers and moans with every touch on his sensitive skin. Whatever refractory period he normally has simply vanishes and he seeks your combined touches, until you two have made love to him to both your heart's content.

When it's time to help him resurface from subspace, he stubbornly clings to it, doesn't want to come back and be himself again. It takes you and Osferth the longest time, between soft kisses and gentle words, to see his eye focus again on your smiles. Aemond feels boneless, all his muscles well used and pleasantly tired, his mind, finally, his own again.

"Welcome back sweetling." You murmur in his ear, tickling the sensitive skin with your breath. "How long was I under for?"

He genuinely has no idea of the day and the hour.

"It's Sunday afternoon." Osferth tells him.

Aemond says something unintelligible in High Valyrian, surprised his idea actually worked.

"Even Vhagar is not as cranky as she usually is." Osferth adds. "She's an elderly lady, she's entitled to be grumpy." Aemond will always come to Vhagar's defense, it makes your heart swell. "Not when you're in subspace. She never huffed and slept peacefully: that's a first."

Not for the first time you find yourself wondering about the bond between you lover and his elderly dragon, how deep that runs.

"Come here sweetling."

You let Aemond hug you, this time he can lie pressed between you and Osferth, without stopping the latter's access to your breasts.

"Do you want to sleep my love? It's too early to eat." You say. "Let's just stay like this. I want to feel you two."

His mind, lulled by your combined warmth, starts wandering through disconnected thoughts, simply enjoying the stillness, after months of non stopping worry. Indeed, you three should do this more often.

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[dylanisdazed]

so yall know i got an online job. well its online but its also local and today i had to meet with the boss man. he's like 65.

i went in there late cuz i had the kids and stuff so i waited until parker was home to watch his brothers.

so i walk in his office and he closes the door.

he says you drink? you look like you like to party.

i kinda laugh. like idk what this old man means. im 23. yeah i do like to party.

so i say yeah, i like to drink.

he says what do you drink?

i say pretty much anything but i really like bourbon.

he has glee in his face. "BOURBON! my boy! that's a man drink. that's awesome, it'll put hair on your chest! I've got bourbons I'm sure you've never had."

so he tells me to sit down. he pours half a glass of bourbon in the office. i drink it with him. then he pours another. he asks about my major and my life and i tell him about adam...

he's been married to a woman for 40 years and they have 3 children.

He talks about being a teen in the late 70’s/early 80’s. Honestly the conversation wasn’t too bad but as he talks about all the exploring he did…with marijuana, other drugs…and sex…he shifted his eyes and was staring into my soul.

Then without asking he pours a third drink. And moves over closer to me. I should have just said I didn’t want anymore but there really is something to the whole power dynamic that I just drank it. I felt so uncomfortable. I’m alone with him in his office and he’s got the door closed (no one else was at the office it was 6 pm) and I’m drinking a third glass of bourbon with this guy.

He watches me sipping the bourbon and says “I have to say, you’re a beautiful boy” normally I would be flattered hearing that and I just can’t describe why but it’s like I instantly felt how millions of girls must feel everyday when an old man in power is trying to take advantage of me. But I’m also polite and southern and idk so I smiled and said thank you and to help my nerves finished the drink.

He goes “you must really be a good time Dylan, you can hold your alcohol. I’m gonna have to use this whole bottle on you”

And that’s when I really felt weird and scared. Not to mention I had accidentally left my cell phone in my Jeep.

I sorta laughed and said I’ve got to drive home and I have eaten much today. He goes “Come on we’re just getting started”

I say I really need to go, my kids are waiting on dinner and he replies “you’re just a boy yourself, it’s interesting hearing you say your kids. It makes you even sexier.”

I laugh and say thanks but I need to go. I started to stand up and he put his large hand on my thigh (he’s like 6’5) and sort of held me down.

He said “you’ve got to have at least one more drink with me, an ending drink.” I just felt kinda helpless and didn’t have my phone and I was getting pretty drunk at this point so I said okay. He said “good boy”

He pours a last and stronger drink. I sip it as he stares into my soul and talks about how his wife is in Arizona and he’s pretty lonely and reminiscing on his youth and fun sexual explorations. He put his hand back on my thigh and started rubbing up towards my cock. I feel kinda dumb because I just sat there. I was scared and shocked and drunk.

He told me I had a pretty mouth and began unzipping his pants.

Then. THANK GOD. His office phone rang. He looked defeated. He picks up and I hear his wife. “Why are you still at the office? Your phone pinged you at the office.”

“Yeah honey, I’m just finishing up reports, I’m in no hurry with you out of town.” Blah blah blah

I finish my drink. Stand up and head to the door. I wanted to get out of there while he was still on the phone because I could tell he wouldn’t stop me or say my name while his wife was on the phone. I just turn around and do a wave and pretty much bolt to my Jeep.

I start driving immediately, wanting to get away from him. Then I start bawling. Nothing even really happened and maybe I’m just over dramatic or more innocent than I thought but I felt dirty and scared 😭😭

I’m driving drunk and crying and I called my mom. She tells me to tell Adam and so I do but when I get home Adam is waiting for me and consoles me but…he’s the most calm, gentle hearted person I know and he’s like homicidal angry.

“GIVE ME HIS NAME. IM GONNA KILL THE MOTHER FUCKER”

I’m like no ur not gonna do anything like that…

He’s like I’m waiting outside that office and I’m gonna kill him.

😭 it was kind of scary but also very heartwarming and sorta hot seeing him that way 😂

Anyway……. I’m sorry for the long and poorly written story.

I’m okay and we’re taking care of the matter and Adam is also okay and didn’t kill anyone 😂💚

Thanks for the love and concern.

It’s been hard the last few days because I keep thinking about it and wondering what would have happened if his wife hadn’t called. I can’t help it, but my body starts to shake violently when I think of it. I’m shaking now writing all this. 😭😭

But just know overall I’m okay and things are being handled. 💚💚

I’m not gonna talk about this again, at least not for a long time because it scares me.

Please don’t ask me questions about it. 💚💚 I felt like I owed an explanation though and I appreciate all the concern and well wishes.

Now back to fun Dylie!!!

[jongbross]

hi! can i please request a kyungsoo x f!reader fix where it’s an unestablished relationship and they work at a convenience store together while in college. kyungsoo is very shy/introverted but your asshole ex shows up and you see a whole new side of kyungsoo when he randomly protects you. thank you!

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 1194 genre: fluffy i guess? idk warnings: kyungsoo being a threat, but also kyungsoo being awkward and cute, swearing, physical fight (?) a/n: can i date him? please let me date him

"the store is closed", you heard kyungsoo say and instantly frowned. what did he mean ‘the store was closed’? you still had about 30 minutes before the end of the shift, and he knew that very well.

do kyungsoo was a shy, quiet, sometimes even intimidating guy, but he wasn't one to play around while working - that's why you left him at the store while you organized the stock at the back, risking another item from your to-do list for the next day.

but it was only when the customer said something you couldn't quite understand, and kyungsoo mumbled back at them, that you thought that maybe you should see what was happening. customers were customers, no matter what and no matter what time they decided to stop by the store.

but, wait... were they really?

the moment you stepped into the front of the store, you immediately felt like turning around and walking away.

of course your ex should be the one causing trouble. of course you had to see him after weeks of him ghosting you.

"y/n, hi!", he said with a smile as fake as his feelings for you. "i almost thought it was your day off."

you walked behind the counter, beside kyungsoo. with a soft hand on his arm, you tried to smile at him, mumbling a 'i got this'. he only took a few steps back to give you some room though.

"um, yeah... i was at the back, doing some things", you explained, even though you knew you didn't owe him shit. "why are you here?"

your ex started to hum to a tune, grabbing a few snacks and a beverage before walking up to the counter. he smiled at you again, dropping his items and leaning in.

"i needed to grab a few things", he said. "plus, i missed you. i was thinking about inviting you over this weekend."

"if you missed me, why didn't you reply to my texts?"

just for the sake of it, you should see the frown kyungsoo did behind you when he heard your words.

"my phone broke down, i didn't know you had texted me!", he gasped. "shit, i'm so sorry, darling."

"i'm not your darling."

you started to beep his items as you spoke, trying not to look at him anymore.

"anyways", he chuckled. "i've been thinking about you, and i feel like we should talk. my roommate won't be in town this weekend, so why don't you come over? i can make us some pasta..."

"sorry, that is a no to me", you said, quickly pointing at the monitor beside you. "cash?"

your ex followed your gaze to the monitor, starting to pat his pockets.

"fuck, i think i forgot my wallet at home", he faked a groan. "can't you put it under your name? i'll pay you this week."

"hell no, last time you didn't pay me shit and the amount was taken from my salary", you frowned. "if you can't pay for it, then we can't sell it."

your ex tilted his head at you, annoyed. "why you gotta be like that?"

"like what?"

"all i did was love you, and now just because we broke up, you're suddenly all mean to me?"

you gasped. "you really don't wanna do this now."

"i'm trying to be nice, to get us back together, but you won't even give me the chance", he complained. "you cunt."

as you were ready to fight back, you felt a warm hand on your arm, pulling you aside and taking the place in front of your ex.

"say that again", kyungsoo threatened in a low voice. "i dare you."

"say what?", your ex smirked. "cunt?"

everything kind of happened way too fast. you gasped at the same time your ex screamed, as kyungsoo grabbed his ear and pulled with a strange amount of force.

kyungsoo walked around the counter, not letting your ex go for a second, despite his complaints and curse words.

"kyungsoo! oh my god, let him go!", you exclaimed, but it was a mystery if he was listening or not.

"apologize", he demanded. when your ex didn't reply, kyungsoo just tugged at his ear tighter. "i said apologize."

"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"

"good."

with that, kyungsoo quite literally dragged your ex across the whole store, ignoring the way you were following him, not a single emotion shown on his face. he only stopped once he was outside the store, where he pushed your ex until he was on the ground, hands rubbing his left ear.

"i told you the store was closed, you should have listened to me", kyungsoo sarcastically said.

"you son of a bitch!", your ex exclaimed as he got up. as shocked and nervous as you were, you couldn't help but smile at that sight. "are you crazy?"

"you're lucky i didn't feel like punching you", kyungsoo shrugged. "now fuck off, and you better not come back here ever again."

your ex shot kyungsoo a middle finger, before starting to walk away as another string of curses came out of his mouth.

it was only when he had turned a corner, that you finally had the heart to react.

"kyungsoo! oh my god... are you insane?", you almost screamed, but still there was a tiny smile on your lips. "there are cameras here! you could lose your job!"

once again, he just shrugged. "i'm sure mr. kim would understand."

"yeah, but if he doesn't?", you complained. kyungsoo turned around and walked into the store again, as if he was trying to ignore you. "i mean it, okay?! you can't... you can't just beat someone like that."

"i didn't beat him", he frowned, looking at you over his shoulder as he grabbed the items your ex had left behind, going around to place them where they belonged. "i just put him in his rightful place. it's not my fault that he's a pussy and can't fight back."

you mentally thanked god that kyungsoo wasn't looking at you at that moment - you didn't want him to see how hard you had to hold back your laugh.

- x -

on the next day, it felt like kyungsoo was your closest friend. he spent the whole day talking to you, asking you things and helping you out at your chores - not that he didn't already do that as your workmate, but you didn't miss the way his fingers slowly brushed yours throughout the day.

"hey... do you like pasta?", kyungsoo asked during your lunch break, eyes looking down at you.

"um, yes...", you hesitated, suddenly remembering your ex's offer from the day before. "why?"

kyungsoo took a seat next to you. he rested the pot he had on his hands onto his lap, opening it and showing you its content. your stomach flipped, in a good way, when you saw the most beautiful homemade pasta ever.

"i promise it's better than... well, you know...", he said with a smile that quickly turned into a chuckle when you nodded at him.

let's just say both the pasta and the one who did it were truly much, much better than your ex.