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[little-big-boo-and-a-rat]

Why did nobody warn me Cael's route in the City at War event was going to bring me back Godheim PTSD

Because this

Already made me go "oh no. Oh no."

BUT THEN.

I could feel the growing dread. Those damn butterflies. Winter is going to become a personal trigger remember my words.

AND.

I THOUGHT SO HARD HE WAS GOING BACK IN HIS GASLIGHTING KING MODE BECAUSE I REMEMBER CAEL I REMEMBER GODHEIM.

My heart ? Stopped. Brain ? Stoned. Existence ? Lost.

MC HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AND SHE WAS STRONGER THAN ME BECAUSE IF MY MAN TURNED BACK TO THE SILVER KNIGHT I WOULD PACK MY BAGS AND NEVER DREAM AGAIN

All of this. Just for him to say he wiggled his magic fingers to fuck MC's dreams ??????????? Because he didn't feel right ???????? WHAT ABOUT MY THERAPY BILLS CAEL. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY.

So yeah this messed me up royally and you can't change my mind this was done intentionally. As if I would ever forget the emotional rollercoaster Godheim was, esteemed devs

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hey i love your work so much and if it’s not to much go ask i was wondering if you could do a fic where fem!reader is part of the cast on obx and she is really close friends with drew where they are flirting and what not and everyone ships them and they are at an interview with the rest of the cast and that gets brought up? sorry if that doesn’t make sense! if you don’t have time it’s completely

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summary having a close relationship with drew that send hints to fans they like each other based on the way they flirt with each other.

warning(s) flirting, shipping, co-stars secretly like each other?

Being apart of the Outer Banks cast has been such a blessing. You've created relationships with people you consider family now and who you can count on no matter what the circumstances are. Being on set for weeks on end filming scenes and making memories is what you look forward to most.

You grew closer with Drew Starkey because your characters are dating in the show and always next together on set too. Drew has become someone that you consider very important in your life.

You joined the Outer Banks cast during the second season. Drew appeared in a couple appearances near the end of the season, implying that he is interested in someone— love interest. You recall fans going nuts trying to figure out if this will continue. Fast forward two seasons, and your characters are together.

After a long day of filming, the cast decided to gather for dinner at a local beachside restaurant. The atmosphere was vibrant, with laughter and the sound of waves breaking on the shore. You and Drew were seated next to each other, much to the joy of your cast members, who were closely watching your interaction with Drew.

"Drew, look at the camera," you softly sang, your phone in your hand on the table, Drew in the frame of the video— he was speaking to Rudy across the table. He gives you a look that shows he knows you are heard before looking down at your phone and waving.

"Oh! "Hello there," he smiles even more when he sees himself on the screen—you giggle at the end of the video before sharing it to your Instagram story. 

"You posted it on your story?" he inquires, his body language focused solely on you. "I obviously had to; it was cute," you said as you placed your phone on the table next to your wallet. You suddenly felt nervous in front of Drew.

He raises his eyebrows in satisfaction. "Cute, huh?" He smirks and smiles, patting your thigh.

Fans began to ship you and Drew together as your relationship grew. The chemistry between you two is clearly obvious on and off screen, which is why you perform scenarios so well. Fans go berserk every time you post something on social media about Drew.

You two flirt without even realizing it at times. You will compliment each other as if you were a relationship, but this is nothing out of the norm for you two. Even your cast members have boarded the train and made a few comments about when you'll finish up together. 

You can't lie, he's an attractive young man. There's no doubt about that.

Few hours after you posted on your story, fans have been discussing the video you shared in which Drew looks at you as if you are the most beautiful person on the planet and no one else is present.

Today, you and the cast will be doing interviews all day to promote Season four. For the first portion, everyone will sit in the same room as the interviewer, but thereafter everyone will be separated.

"Alright, everyone," said the interviewer, "we've got some fun questions from fans today, and they're dying to know more about the dynamic between some of our favorite cast members."

Everyone said "Oooo," anxious to see what else the interviewer would say.

"Let's start with a fan favorite," the interviewer added, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "There's been a lot of talk about the chemistry between you two." She pointed to Drew and you. "Care to share any insights on that?"

Your stomach dropped.

The question hung in the air, drawing a chorus of “Oohs” and playful nudges from the cast. You felt your cheeks heat up as you exchanged a glance with Drew. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips

"Well," Drew said, leaning in slightly. "Y/N and I have always been close. We simply clicked, you know?"

"Really?" the interviewer asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Because the way you two flirt on and off set is pretty convincing."

You laughed and shook your head. "We simply have fun with it. Drew is a terrific person, and we like joking around. "It keeps things moving on set."

"From our first reading together, I knew she was going to be a great co star of mine and we've formed an amazing bond throughout the years" Drew says with his hands. In gratitude, you give him a pat on the back.

Your cast mates' eyes are constantly drawn to you and Drew since they can tell you have mutual feelings for each other. Granted, you two have scenes together all the time and have developed a strong bond. However, you consider being more than friends with him.

The interview continued on with more questions popping up that were exciting to answer. In the back of your mind you were thinking about the question about Drew and you— do you want more?

Later that evening, you and Drew returned to your apartment and relaxed in your living room. The city lights outside your window gave a soft glow across the room, and the steady hum of the air conditioner broke the silence. You'd both changed into more comfortable clothes, eager to relax after a long day.

"Today was something, huh?" Drew murmured, breaking the silence as he sprawled down on your couch, seemingly at peace.

"Yeah, it was," you said, sitting next to him. "They really went all in on the whole shipping thing."

Drew chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart race. "Yes, they did. "Makes you think, doesn't it?"

He sat up, his face instantly serious. "About Us. I mean, everybody sees it. Hell, we see it, don't we?

Your breath became locked in your throat. The playful flirtation, the lingering touches, the way your heart raced whenever he was close—it all hinted at something more than friendship. However, hearing him say it aloud was another. It made it real.

"I suppose we do," you confessed gently.

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𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 .ᐟ ꮽ౿ variety. (18+)

contains: fem reader, dumbification (k), praise, edging, overstim, oral fixation, spit (s), marking, biting, prone bone (k), cunnilingus, finger fucking, gagging (s), aftercare

summary: naruto men and their discovery of kinks unlocked by you.

a/n: haha, this was supposed to have like 3 more characters . . . o well. part two at some point perhaps. thank you guys for the support so far <3

feat. iruka, shino, kakashi

IRUKA UMINO ⸝⸝ praise

iruka loves to make you feel good. it’s what he lives for, honestly. tasting you at the end of each night, the beginning of each day, in between if he begs. he’s shy about it, every time he recalls an intimate moment together he’s hiding behind his hands like it wasn’t him who did those things. he snaps out of the dazed pussy-drunk mindset he was in and puts up a front for some reason- like the post-nut clarity is too much for him and he just locks back in. you didn’t mind it, the sex was good, you just always had to remind him to not be so embarrassed all the time. it wasn’t like you were judging him. sometimes it just felt like he wanted more, or something else. like he was so close to requesting something or saying something but he didn’t know what he needed either. you wonder if it’s some response to being raised a shinobi, the suppression of some urges or wants that come with it.

things are steamy and the two of you slip into a semblance of routine you’ve established. irukas got you on your back while he gets you ready, lapping between your folds like he’s trying to drink water from a bowl. you swear, he knows the parts he sucks and licks at do nothing for you, he’s just that desperate to taste every bit- not let a drop go to waste. you lace your fingers in his loose hair and give the scalp they’re attached to the gentlest squeeze, eliciting a whine from the man below. oww, he doesn’t like it when you pull too hard. one eye shuts closed with a wince and he comes up for air, strings of saliva and you connect his jaw and your saturated cunt as follows the gentle pull upwards. “you don’ wan’ anymore? you ready?” he whines a bit. lust clearly clouds him, his words always slur when he’s feeling good with you- one of the things he’s always embarrassed about. you shake your head, “mm mm, want you to lick it good. know you can.” you huff. iruka really is great at head but again, he just gets carried away by his own desire. he flushes and looks away, nodding. “mm, mhm. m’ sorry.” he whispers, voice straining a bit. oh, did you hurt his feelings? you didn’t mean like that- he was doing a good job, you were just needy and didn’t want the teasing. quickly you push yourself up on an arm to cup the cheek he turned and refocus him to you. “don’t be sorry baby, m jus’ bein needy. feel so good, always make me feel so good- jus’ wan’ more.” you reassure him with a small laugh underlining your words. “m’ greedy. greedy for you.”

you want him to know he’s doing good. luckily, it looks like it’s worked. you can almost see his tail start to wag and his ears perk up at the acknowledgment and he nods with a cute little smile on his face. you can’t help but ruffle the top of his head as you settle back down and push him back to resume his work. “good boy” you moan as he starts, just for him to stop again. his eyes are locked on you when you lift your head back up to see what he stopped for. the grip his fingers hold between where your thighs and hips meet tightens and an embarrassed, shaky “mmmnn…” vibrates into your pussy. you put two and two together quickly and realize, he liked that. he really liked that. you giggle and the hand you’ve still got on him gives his scalp an encouraging nail-less scritch. “heha- good boy? you like that baby?” your voice is a bit hoarse and he moans again, knitting his eyebrows together and shutting them tight. you egg him on further, “c‘mon, you were doing so good honey, keep going f’r me. be a good boy.” you really like it too. iruka whimpers again and with a nod his mouth mounts the top of your pussy and he starts massaging the flat of his tongue against your clit. praises spill from your mouth the whole time and irukas reactions only intensify. he’s got his left arm rested over your abdomen, gripping your waist and his right working his two fingers into you while he abuses that pretty little bud.

before his dick is out he’s got you spilling around his mouth once. the sweltering heat of arousal dissipates and you refocus from your first climax to see iruka looking up at you with his head resting on your breast. he looks up at you expectedly, waiting for you to come down from your high and acknowledge him. whatever you say is yours. you cup his face once more and smile, “good boy baby, so good for me. make me feel so good.” you’re still panting and your words are shaky but true. that tone, that expression, all of it fuels iruka more than anything has before. his heart feels so full- he’s so happy he’s making you feel good, that's all he wants to do. this attitude iruka has taken up is affecting you too, clearly. he’s just so fucking cute you want to treat him like the sweetest dumbest little puppy. you coax his head up so he can kiss you and muster the strength to raise your jellified knees to his sides. the kiss is sloppy, iruka is so vocal- like every little thing is stimulating him in some way. when your tongue slides down his throat he lets it happen, letting his jaw go slack and you assault his mouth with yours all the while he’s panting out the lewdest whines. the two of you pull apart and he’s a mess above you, almost trembling. he’s a mess when you tell him to ditch the fishnet top he’s got on, when you tell him to free his cock from his boxers, when you tell him to line up the tip to your entrance, when you command him and praise him each time he obeys. he feels drunk, he’s so unbelievably aroused he might just cum the moment he puts the tip in.

you coax him through each movement like you’ve never been intimate before. slutty moans spill from his mouth every other second, he’s so overwhelmed- especially inside you. you’re soaked and each micro-movement has got him gritting his teeth as your wet warmth envelopes him. “ahh, pretty- fuck-ngh, hahh, ‘s good- you feel really good-ah,” he sings, voice crackling. you’re so wet there’s almost no friction for him to be held up by. his thrusts are unsteady but it’s the fact that he’s pulling out so far and shoving it back in with no resistance that’s killing you. a ring of white marks the base of his cock and he’s fucking into you at a slowly increasing pace, mouth agape and a constant flow of noise escaping him. “iruka- baby- fuck,” you cry, the assault on your insides picking up and catching you off guard. “fuck pretty boy, jus’ like that, so fucking good- so good inside me baby,” your voice hikes a couple pitches as you’re now getting fully pounded into with the help of his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you to his pelvis. warmth dribbles down your ass and your eyes roll at the vulgarity of it all- getting fucked so sloppy by your dog of a boyfriend. your hands search for something to grab at and you grip at his and whine out a “‘ruka baby,” to catch his attention. his eyes dart to you and he’s eager to give you what you need. you make grabby hands to indicate your neediness. you want him. iruka nods enthusiastically and shifts positions, hooking his hand underneath your knees and pushing them up out of the way so he can be closer chest-to-chest with you.

he’s focused on your blissed-out face and all he can think is how good he’s making you feel- he’s doing good, you told him so. he loves doing good. his eyes burn and he’s sniffling before he knows it- he feels too fucking good. a mix of a moan and a sob wracks his body and his head drops, his hair tickling your forehead now. you reach up to run your fingers through his hair and cup his face, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours. “iruka baby- god, don’t fuss pretty boy. fuckin’ me- so- good-“ you groan, voice unraveling at the end as he punctuates each of your words with a deep thrust. “m’ good.. m’ a good boy..” iruka chants, voice teetering on the edge. he switches his angle and releases one of your knees from the pin he had it in to sneak his hand down to your clit. “w’nna be good, w’nna make you cum..” iruka rumbles and you squeal at the pad making contact with your sensitive nub. “god- ‘ruka, so good-“ you mewl, starved for air as you’re quickly shoved towards your finish line. you hadn’t realized you were this close and you can barely get a word out before you’re reaching it. “g’nna cum ‘ruka, don’ stop baby, fuck- just like that, good boy-“ you chant and he quickly joins in. “cum for me, please, let me cum with you please, ‘m almost there.” he cries. with eyes locked and you gripping his face like he’s gonna slip away you quickly nod and beckon him to, “cum with me ‘ruka” and you’re both tensing around the other in seconds. irukas hips stutter before he buries all the way inside and your body goes taut as you curl into your climax. irukas so fucking loud in your ear, you didn’t think he could moan this loud. it’s not like you hold yourself back either, but seeing iruka so shameless and uninhibited makes you squeeze around him even harder.

by the time you regain the sense that was fucked out of you you realize irukas is back on your chest, arms dipped under your shoulders and holding you. your hand finds your way to his hair and you start to massage the top of his head. your other rests on his back, splayed out and rubbing up and down while you whisper praises to him. iruka whines and nuzzles closer in between your boobs, still fucked out.

the “embarrassment” never comes. when you get up to wash yourselves he sticks by your side and makes a sound of disapproval when he’s not skin to skin with you somehow for more than 5 seconds. when you’re settling back into bed he cuddles right back up to you and is unabashedly desperate for your warmth. “you’re cute.” “mm.” “super cute. i liked that a lot.” “mmmhn.” he nuzzles into your chest, radiating warmth into you. “…i did too. thank you.”

SHINO ABURAME ⸝⸝ spit, oral fixation

coaxing shino out of his shell took a bit, especially in your shared sex life. once he was out of it though, shino was a passionate lover. he could get a little lost in you, and a bit rough- but in the best way. he was just so eager and you felt too good. branching out from vanilla sex wasn’t discussed really, you had asked if he ever wanted to get rougher since that was usually the pace he fell into- fucking into you hard and getting a bit handsy, squeezing your boobs, nipping and sucking marks into your neck, chest and back. the ways in which you describe “rougher” aren’t so appealing to him though. he doesn’t want to hit you, doesn’t wanna hurt you. you don’t mind the rejections, they were just suggestions that you’d be down to try anyway. you’ve just always felt like there’s more behind that stoic face.

you were mid prep, instructed by shino to lay back against the headboard and play with yourself a bit while he undressed himself. you’re already easing a finger into yourself while you watch him take each article off. his forehead protector, his vest and undershirt, and his pants are all discarded into a pile. at the bottom is his signature hooded coat, hastily taken off earlier during the heated makeout session that had led you into the bedroom. one thing about shino was that he loved to kiss you. shino didn’t do pecks. if you were gonna kiss him, you had to make sure you gave him at least 5 minutes to get his fill of your mouth, and then that might turn into an hour with the boner he gets just from that.

shino turns back to you and the mattress dips on one side and then the other as he situates himself over top of you. slipping another finger in, you moan and he can’t help but take advantage of that pretty mouth. “keep going.” he instructs between light kisses before diving in and tonguing you down. you’re squirming underneath his assault, getting needier as he violates every inch of your mouth. after a few minutes of making out, you have an idea and use your other hand to push against his chest. spit chains the two of you together and you’re both panting and flushed. you wince a bit as you take your fingers out of yourself, needing a bit more lube as your body hasn’t caught up to your brain just yet. your fingers are still glistening otherwise and you lift them to your tongue, taking them both into your mouth and beginning to suck them clean. shino audibly moans at the action, goading you on while you spit and fuck them in and out of your mouth like a cock. at one point you go deep. deep enough to elicit the prettiest gargle around them and make you tear up at the intrusion in your throat- and shino is redder than ever. “fuck, so pretty.” the praise goes straight to your cunt and you hump up into nothing. shino is a man of few words but makes them count with you. shino lifts his right hand and spits in it before it makes its way to replace the empty space your cunt is crying out for to be filled and you squeal as he rubs circles into your sensitive nub. your fingers slip from your mouth and a trail of spit breaks off, leaking down your face and making a mess of you. shino hasn’t looked away from your mouth once, beginning the process of stretching your hole out around his one finger that’s going deeper and stretching you harder than your own two like his arm has a mind of its own. shino catches your open mouth and lolling tongue in a sloppy kiss, his saliva flooding into you like he’s starving and you are the one he’s going to devour. it’s so messy and you’re granted no break, eyes rolling back while he’s fingerfucking you open, thumbing your clit, and suffocating you with his tongue all at once.

by the time he’s seemingly had his fill mouthfucking you you’re plenty stretched, whining and bucking into nothing when he retracts his hand from your parts. “shino- please, wan’ you.” you pout and whine, squirming and kneading at whatever you can get your hands on. his bicep, his chest, his torso, his back. you don’t even realize the hand that was just making work of your insides is in front of your face until a command echoes above you. “clean them.” he says. your mouth opens and he leans further forward to insert them. you take them eagerly, moaning and slobbering as you taste yourself around his slender, smooth digits. shino audibly groans at the little show you’re putting on and starts moving them, fucking them into your throat like he just was in your other hole. you gurgle and gag around them, resigning yourself and letting him play with you this way. one particularly hard gag has him retracting them and praising you for how well you cleaned him up. funny, since now you’re a fucked out drooly mess. shino kisses your pretty tears away while you sniffle and catch your breath. some might view his treatment as a bit mean, but you’ve never felt more cared for under someone else’s watch. he is just wholly obsessed with you.

shino hums and leans back on his knees to get to work on his boxers. “turn around.” shino commands, and you’re on your chest with your ass up in a beat. shino loves this position. you pale in comparison to his height so he can easily pull you into a hug from behind and look down at your pretty face while you take him. as he lines up the tip with your entrance you brace for the intrusion. even with how stretched and wet you are, things can’t escalate so much just yet. shino is… big. even when he’s fully hard his cock fights gravity to stand up all the way. this position makes it easier to take him too. you hear him spit from behind and you tremble, finding it kind of too hot. the tip presses flush against your entrance and he leans forward, letting his cock enter as much as it can without moving his hips forward. this way you can both notice when the resistance starts and go from there. you take about half before he groans at the tightness and you whine at the sting. one arm is propped to hold himself up and the other is hooked around to the front of you and pulling you into his chest. his hand finds one of your breasts and he groans when he starts to knead at it. he loves these too. really, he loves each part of you (and is sure to remind you, especially when you can feel his cock throb as he gropes at you.)

the two of you settle into a steady rhythm and you’re sinking further and further into the pillow and duvet you’re fucking on top of. you’re fully relaxed taking him, his hands caressing and massaging each part of you only making it easier. your knees are close to giving out before you scoops you up, his right arm filling the pass between your breasts and a hand coming up to hold your jaw. you’re flush to his chest in an instant as he fucks up into you. you feel pathetic under his eyes in this newly compromising position. his other wraps around your tummy and he’s fully supporting you, taking on the burden your poor little body couldn’t handle. the ever-observant shino. your hands grasp for something to hold, first groping at your own breasts and then grabbing at the arm holding your chest up before shino cuts you off with something akin to a growl and he’s maneuvering his left arm, the one wrapped around your waist to restrain your two hands together and bring them to your hips as they resume their previous position. you’re helpless, and the two of you love it this way. you’re getting fully fucked wide now, warmth seeping down the inside of your thighs as he makes a mess of you. your jaw is slack and shino takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side slightly to slip his index inside your mouth and tug your cheek, exposing the blush inside with strings of saliva connecting the roof and floor. shino shudders and you catch a glimpse of his dark, murky eyes filled with something you can only compare to the look of a predator who’s finally caught its prey. you look so slutty. eyes glossed and hooded, mouth agape and a mess, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. shino catches you in a kiss once more, though short-lived to your surprise. you’re caught leaning forward into it and he breaks it, fingers slotted along your jawline and he’s steady for a moment. his lips purse and out comes a glob of spit, dripping from the apex of his tongue that flops from his own mouth. you’re desperate, embarrassingly so, and you strain upwards to catch it on your tongue before shino devours you once more. like a fish to bait. the both of you moan into the other, the depravity of your actions hitting you two like a high.

when you part you both sound like you’ve both been underwater for too long, a harmony of gasps, moans, and whines fills the air as shino fucks into you faster. your head lolls against his shoulder, clearly spent. everything’s a blur, you don’t even realize the shift your body is undergoing until the plush of the pillow is against your cheek again. your wrists are released and limply fall against the bed and shino adjusts his arms to focus on holding your ass up for him. he’s growling at this point, the two of you sticky with each other and all you can do is whine his name over and over again. it’s music to his ears, and it sounds even better when he slots a finger in your mouth. he doesn’t push it, he doesn’t move it, and you do nothing with it either, but the sound of slurred “‘inoo.. pleathe… hahh-, ngh… grk ahh.. ‘iiinooo..!” coming from you has got him falling apart “fuck- m’ close.. need you to cum, lovebug.” he falters. his right-hand shifts, focusing the weight on his arm to just his hand as he holds it right over where he’s hitting you inside. he snaps his hips downwards, abusing the bundle of nerves he finds till the feeling catches up to you and you sob. it doesn’t take much for that coil in your tummy to quickly build- you tremble but shino holds you steady like always. you are putting no effort into supporting yourself, all of it is focused on just keeping yourself awake. “‘thinooo… ‘ino-! hahh, n’ gonna cum ‘inoo-“ you panic with how fast your climax builds and hits you, your vision goes black as it wracks you in waves. shino is quick to follow, pumping you full as the thud of his balls hit your clit once- twice- three times as he finishes.

by the time you rouse from your sleep the warmth seeping between your legs is gone and your cheeks and chin are wiped clean. shino is at the edge of the bed slipping a shirt on before he turns with one in hand for you, halting when he realizes you’re up. it hadn’t been long. maybe 8 minutes- tops. sex is written across your body and face. the flush across your cheeks and nose and hair strewn and stuck to your skin, lips practically bruised they’re so pink.

“good morning, lovebug.” shino sighs, immediately making his way toward you from across the bed. all you can do is smile and croak out a “‘morninggg.” shino hides a laugh and you limply swat his chest. “‘s your fault.” you rasp, throat spent from the assault from earlier in the night. “i’m sorry pretty, you’re right. let me take care of you.” he dotes, moving the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face and trailing it down your chin. for a moment his thumb taps against your lips and trails down, catching the bottom one. like he’s admiring his work. you flush deeper and then quickly turn your head. “no. you devil.” you spit and he laughs, murmuring another apology between kisses on your neck as the two of you giggle. “it was good?” he asked after a small silence. “mhm. liked it a lot.” “good. me too.”

KAKASHI HATAKE ⸝⸝ dumbification

kakashi got on your nerves. you’ll be honest. the sex is fine- it’s good- okay, it’s really good. but for some reason, kakashi always doesn’t put much effort. he’s naturally good at it, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try a little harder- maybe? maybe you’re just desperate. kakashi is obsessed with you, wholly. his associates tell you nothing otherwise. it’s always “kakashi kept bringing you up,” or “kakashi wouldn’t stop complaining about wanting to get back to you,” from them. you’re on his mind constantly from how they describe him, but why doesn’t he act like that to you?

in the beginning, you loved riding him, but now it’s all he requests. is he really just… lazy? you wonder. you wanna feel desired, you wanna feel… sexy. you two had only been together a year and some change, but had he fallen out of interest with you already? you recall a conversation with gai. mentions of kakashi past, the loss he’s endured. gai’s convinced that kakashi acts cool with you because he’s just as scared as you are. the two of you departed with the advice of, “be upfront with him! the two of you are still young and things are only just now blooming!”

a pit is in your stomach the entire night. you pray that your stupid plan doesn’t end up fucking you over. you knew kakashi would be home late tonight, but not this late. you were gonna coax him by flashing the fact that you were pantieless at him once he got home, but you’re splayed in bed waiting for any creak, woosh, or hinge noise to signal the fact that he’s home- and nothing comes. sleep tempts you but the wetness between your thighs overpowers it and you just can’t help but reach your hand down there. images of kakashi flash in your mind- kakashi doing things other than let you ride him while he grips your hips and whispers you dirty praises. you want him to fuck you. like, really fuck you. your brain is foggy with sleep and arousal and all you can think about is getting fucked this way, fucked until you have no semblance of composure anymore.

you’re inserting the second finger and muffling your own sounds with a pillow when you feel the mattress dip next to you. kakashis already stripped down to his sleeveless turtleneck, getting ready to take that off too when you rip your head out of the pillow and yelp. he doesn’t look at you. his back is facing towards you and you’re left petrified. kakashi lazily looks back at you with a smirk on his face. “watcha doin, pretty lady?”

kakashi hums and scooches his way next to you. you can’t get a word out- you’re trying to force something out but it’s just not working. “ahhh? you gonna tell me?” that fucking smile. he’s so annoying- how does he make you feel so good? “m’ touchin’,” you mumble. “missed you.” you admit, hopefully egging him on. “yeahhh girlie? thinkin’ about me?” he’s getting closer, lying right next to you. you nod and sink back down into the bed, laying flat and looking up at him from the pillow. “mhm.” you nod pathetically.

“what’s my girl wanna do? you wanna keep going for me? want my help, sweetheart?” kakashis hand finally meets you and you whine at the fingers combing through your hair and dragging along your back. “kakashi.” “yeah?” “i want you to fuck me.” he laughed. “i can do that.” “no, kakashi,” you grab the hand that’s leaving you and look up at him, now laying on your side completely naked in front of him, “i want you to fuck me. like take it all out on me. wan’ you to fuck me dumb,” you admitted. he's still for a moment and you scan his face for anything. a few seconds pass and his eyes narrow as his cheeks rise. you don't even need the mask off to see that stupid smile.

you’re bent over and your face is back in the pillow and the room is echoing with the lewdest sounds. kakashi’s got you cumming around his mouth once, slurping you relentlessly. he’s gripping your hips like you’re trying to run from him, keeping you in place while you squirm from the overstimulation. you’re weakly kicking and the flat of his tongue goes from your clit to your asshole a couple times, cleaning you up before he drops the hips he’s been holding up with a thud. you hadn’t even realized he’s been holding all your weight until you were lying flat and trembling before him. “that feel good, pretty girl?” kakashi's voice is gentle, so gentle it’s malicious. he maneuvers your limp body like it’s nothing, straightening your legs out and straddling your thighs from behind. all you can is weakly whine and moan, hazy from his overstimulation. “nngh.. mhmmm” you slurp. you’re drooling. kakashi laughs and leans over- cock rubbing against your ass while he’s got your jaw in a grip, forcing you to look up. “look at you baby, makin’ a mess.” he tuts, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. his dick is slotted between your asscheeks and you wiggle a bit while he kisses you, eliciting a deep groan into your mouth. “gotta watch yourself, pretty lady.” he’s warning you. “told you- wan’ you to fuck me stupid. i neeeeed it.” you whine, helplessly wiggling your legs. he’s gentle, so gentle. he caresses your pretty face and gives you a couple light paps on the cheek. your brain lights up at the mean stimulation. “i got you, sweet girl. i’ll give you just what you want, yeah?” it’s condescending, the way he’s speaking to you- and you eat it up, nodding enthusiastically.

he’s hitting you, so fucking deep- drilling his hips right into the bundle of nerves seated against the front of your pussy. your legs are slightly spread and bent so your toes graze his back every so often. warmth floods beneath you, “so wet f’r me, pretty lady.” he grunts out, leaving his mouth agape so you can hear the air leave his lungs with each thrust. “go-o-o-dd uhh, ka-ka-shiii.” you’re loud, vocalizing each time you feel him hit you, again and again. “hah, ‘s good baby? this is what you wanted right?” he groans each time he buries himself in you, so wet it’s getting all over him. strings of you connecting your ass and his pelvis each time he pulls out before sweetly shoving it back in and forcing a mewl out of you. “nghhh… m-hmmm..” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. fingers knot in your hair and he lifts you up ever so slightly, his other hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on your ass that sting each time he swats you. “hah- mmm, don’t think you’re there just yet pretty lady, do you think so?” his head dips to yours, voice low- dripping like syrup from his sly little smile. “ngh- i- i- ahhh, ‘dun-nooo..” you wither beneath him and he drops your head and runs your hand down the nape of your neck. “yeah, not when you’re babbling like that baby. i’ll make you real dumb.” he taunts you. both hands grip your hips and push you down, ass arching up farther as he hits you deeper than before.

your head is fuzzy. you’re offered no recovery time as you clench around his cock repeatedly, practically getting forced to stay in your high. you weakly fight beneath him until he stills his cock inside you with a groan. “quit moving, lady.” he punctuates his command with another spank. a string of moans leave his mouth as his cock throbs inside you, edging himself while buried inside. one move and he just might spill. weak whimpers come from you and you’re finally allowed to catch your breath after your forcefully extended orgasm. kakashi pulls out of you swiftly and rolls you over, looking up and down your body with darkness in his eyes. he can’t stop smiling at you, not once has it slipped from his face throughout it all. you’re attacked by his hands, they feel like they’re all over you. time passes differently- is passing? you’re not sure was past or present. he’s slid back inside but holds steady while he plays with your pretty little self. your boobs, your waist, your hips, your thighs, then your pretty little face. he’s inches away from it and has got your chin in a grip, forcing you to look up at him. “my pretty lady in there?” he caresses you, eyes scanning for any hint that you’ve heard him. a ‘nnh’ comes from you, but nothing more. your eyebrows knit and you make the prettiest most pathetic expression up at him. “feeling good?” “mhm,” “you all done?” a frantic dismissal comes from you. your head lolls from side to side lazily, and he takes that as permission to start fucking into you again. you can handle this. you can take him. you makes sure to tell you, filthy words flooding your already fried senses.

tender words of praise spill from his mouth to keep you grounded with him. “doin so good lady. jus’ like that, you gottt it.“ your body is limp and your jaw is loose while you babble precious high-pitched ‘thank you’s’

“ah- haha, feel so fucking good, pretty girl. do you feel good?” he talks down to you. he won’t stop fucking laughing. you gurgle a response and he’s littering your face with kisses. “yea- that’s what i thought baby- fuck.” he’s so mean.

tears prick at the outside of your eyes and you whine, quickly being thumbed away as he caresses you. “you’re okay pretty girl- i know” his demeaning tone goes straight to your clit, increasingly sensitive as his shaft ever so slightly rubs against it each time he thrusts into you. his head drops a bit, “m close, pretty lady. hohh- fuuuckkkk.” he falters, hips stuttering as his climax approaches quickly. you barely hint that you’re about to hit your third until it’s crashing over you and you’re twitching beneath him. your body goes taught and your brain blurs with the breath you’re holding and kakashi lightly paps your face a bit, forcing you to look at him. “breathe pretty girl, you got it.” you tremble and a sob wracks your body as your lungs fill back up. “yeahhh, there’s my girl. good job, honey.” he trembles, “hohh, fuck.. so fucking good.” hot cum shoots out onto your tummy and kakashi is stroking the last few pumps out over the top of you and you whimper at the warmth.

you just want to pull him into you to cuddle, whining at his (very understandable) protests against it. you need to pee, he needs to clean you off, he needs to clean himself off. he also doesn’t feel it’s right to just let you pass out immediately afterward so with some genuine convincing and sweet talking you’re sat in a warm bath, wrapped around him while he holds you up. “you alright, pretty lady?” “mhm.” “c’mon, lemme hear it. wanna hear you tell me yourself.” he nudged his head against yours.

“feel good. feel really good.” “hah, yeah? that’s good baby. you did really good.” “mm. you feel good?” “‘course I do. you got me good me, girlie.”

[dragonridernoobie]

Glad to see a undertale au author still up and running.

Thoughts on writing a feral underfell bitty sans (possibly abandoned, escaped from a bad place, neglected? Who knows) the reader finds injured and patches them up + befriends them?

Some bitty fics include feral bitties travelling together, like a horror or classic sans with a fell.

Basically, go nuts, no strict requests. Interpret it how ever you like :)

Hope you like this request, idk just enjoying the fandom.

Enjoy the rest of your day/night ^-^

I am so happy to do this! It reminded me of a picture I found on Pinterest that I wanted to adopted fell san bitty. Here is the picture. Also, I'm gonna do it with fell and horror since they where abandon for there looks and attitude.

To anyone else reading this: You will adopt him, and if you don't, I will find out where you live and kill you. Then I'm gonna bring you're ass back from hell and make you write a sorry letter to a fictional character.

Enjoy <3

FellSansBitty X Reader X HorrorSansBitty

It was just a normal day in Ebbot city. All you wanted to do was get a coffee and some treats but mother nature decided that you where gonna deal with nature and threw the biggest Strom the city has seen.

You where currently running down the street, you're jacket over you're head to stop getting wet.

While on you're way back home, you ran by a alley you passed a million times. Though, this time was different. You heard crying. You stopped and tried to listen over the heavey thunder and rain but you couldn't.

When you got closer, you where able to hear it clearer. When a loud thundering boom made it's present, you heard a whimper. When you followed the noise, you came across a wet, broken down box. On the front it said "bitty for sale." There were numbers also scratched out.

25$, 15$, 5$, and free. You looked inside and you saw a bitty. Bittys where interduced to human kind when monsters arrived above ground.

Humans took them quickly and made more of them. They are now used for therapy, friends, pets, and teatchers for the disabled.

Though there were times when bittys did stuff they were not meant to do. Like bitting, talking back, and actually running away from their owners. People called then "broken bittys."

When that stuff happened, people would take them and dust them or put them down in human words. You did not believe in that way since it was wrong, and living things should have free will.

So when you opened the soggy broken box open, you came face to face with the bitty. It looked up at you, scared but also hissed at you in fear.

You used your best smoothing voice to calm into bitty and reach your hand out. Showing it that it can get on your hand if it wants.

When another loud thundering boom was heard, it quickly grabbed you're hand and you slowly raised it up.

Now that it was in your hand, you quickly brought it underneth your jacket and got a closer look at it

It looked like....

FellSanBitty

It looked like a little cherry. It had a big furry black and yellow jacket and shorts.

It had red eyelights.

It looked at you while you stood up and quickly ran to you're house.

Once you reached you're house, you where quick to grab a towel and help the bitty dry off.

It grumble and snapped at you, saying it can do it it's delf

Once it was dru, you interduce youreself. "Hi, my name is (Y/N). What's you're name?"

"....sans...but I like being called red...."

You nod and ask him if he wants food.

You make him some grilled cheese and give it to him.

He complains that the grilled cheese was too cheesy, but he was lying that he hated it since he was eating it faster, then he could chew it.

You had to tell him a few times to slow down.

While he eats, you asked him why he was in that box.

Red stopped eating and looked at the ground.

"No one wants a mean looking bitty..."

Obviously you don't like that so you pet his head and say to him. "I don't think you look mean looking. I think you look tough."

Red looks at you surpised. He looked at you like you were joking, but how you were petting him, you wernt joking.

He blushes and pushes you're hand away.

"I ain't cute."

You chuckle and nod. "Of corse you're not."

"I said I ain't fuckin cute! Now stop fucking petting me!"

You guys are gonna have a instresting relationship.

Pretend that's you're hand.

HorrorSansBitty

When you got a better look at the bitty in you're hand, it looked hurt.

It had a hole in its head, torn up clothes, and seemed to be shaking from the cold.

You held it aginst youreself and ran home.

Once home, you quickly grabbed a towl and help it dry it off, being mindful of its hole in the head.

Once dry, you asked him for a name.

"......sans......but people call me horror."

You nod and ask if he wants some grilled cheese.

His eyes seem to shine at the sound of food and quickly nods.

You make some and give it to him.

You watch him devour the grilled cheese in seconds.

You had to tell him to slow down.

Once he was done eating, you asked the hardest question.

"Why where you in that box?"

Horror stopped eating the crumbs and looked down

"No one wants a broken looking bitty."

You're hurt by his words but after a bit, you take 2 fingers and pet his good side of his skull.

He immediately looked at you surpised but smile and purred.

You just got a skeloton cat bitty.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Prince Charming

Old Man Logan X F!Reader

Plot: He's really no Prince Charming, but he is to you, and you'll treat him like one too.

A/N: I really just wanted to write old man Logan being taken care of...and also being a little softer because he had someone taking care of him...I just want to give him a hug (and other things...)

Warnings: Smut (18+ only!!), Oral (M recieving), Fluff too!! reader gives Logan a massage (in more ways than one ;) ) pet names like princess and baby used, reader loves Logan a lot, a small section of angst but not really?

Word Count: 2401

Soft jazz played in the background as candlelight flickers against the wall of your…bedroom- if you could call it that. Curtains pulled over large windows, fluffy rugs on the floor, a few pieces of furniture placed carefully around the room, with pictures and decorations and a lamp that gave the room a warm, soft lighting- creating an inviting atmosphere that was nothing but welcoming and cozy. The sound of a shower running in the background added to the relaxing atmosphere that you managed to create inside of a smelting plant. 

So, was living in an abandoned factory what you imagined you would be doing when you grew up? Not exactly; especially considering you’d always wanted a castle… an old smelting plant can be kinda like a castle, right?

But, did you get that ‘prince charming’ you always dreamed of?

Well…maybe not everyone would call him Prince Charming…

But you did. Handsome, brave, intelligent. He was someone you’d always dreamed of sweeping off your feet and he did exactly that. Your Prince Charming has adamantium bones, lived over 200+ years (he probably met your great grandfather!), and is the crankiest motherfucker some days when there’s rain coming and his old metal bones get a little rusty and needed oiling like Tin man from Wizard of Oz (Did he see that when it first came out in 1939?). You adored him, and everything else was noise. 

Maybe Charles questioned your taste in men one time when he was feeling a little moody- but what does he know? He had a situationship with a guy who controls metal, and was, by the way, a bit of a nut.

You were curled up in your shared bed reading a book. When you first moved in- and eventually began sleeping in a shared bed, his bed had torn sheets, flat pillows, and a blanket that barely covered his large figure. He didn’t necessarily see an issue with that- but once you surprised him with memory foam pillows, silk bed sheets, and a huge soft duvet, he quickly changed his tune. He’d come home from a long night at work, collapse into the bed, and his aching bones would melt into the mattress as he’d fall asleep almost immediately, you’d wake up in the night- tucking him in at your side and kiss him on the cheek, and go back to sleep.

That’s what you did, you took care of him all the ways he didn’t take care of himself.

You heard the shower turn off, and in a moment Logan came in, towel wrapped low around his hips, his hair wet on his forehead, and he pushed the wet strands back as he walked to the dresser that sat parallel to the bed. You bit your lip as you admired his figure, watching water dripping down his hairy chest and abs, as your eyes trailed down to the prominent vein that disappeared below the hem of the towel, curse that towel.

“I did your laundry today-” You informed him, snapping out of your lustful state, and he looked at you, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and a warm smile came across his face.  

“Thanks princess.” He says in a low voice, walking over to you and leaning over to give you a peck on the lips- something you happily returned, settling on your knees to meet him halfway. He groaned as he attempted to straighten back out.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.” He grumbled, hand going to his back, “Back s’just killing me from sitting in that damn car all the time.” 

You look at him sympathetically, when an idea strikes your head. You crawl backward and patted the bed. “C'mon, lay down.” You say. He raised a brow, unsure of what you wanted, 

“Feeling frisky baby?” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes- but you couldn’t help your smile. Maybe you were, but that wasn’t what you were planning. Yet. 

Shaking your head, you patted the bed again, “Lay on your belly. Off with the towel too” You say. He gave you a questioning look once more, but eventually obliged. You were never one to do something he wouldn’t have enjoyed anyway. He dropped the towel, giving you a nice view of his member, before he climbed onto the bed, and landing on his stomach; He wrapped his arms around a pillow, face planting into it as he waited for you to do whatever shenanigan you were planning for him. You smiled at his resting figure, reaching over to pinch one of his buttocks

“Ay!” He growled. You giggled, holding your hands up to show you wouldn’t do it again, and returned to your task. 

Reaching over, you grabbed your favorite scented lotion, before moving to straddle his back, around his waist. He let out a soft groan, not because of the weight of you- it was slightly comforting to have the pressure of you there, relieving some tense muscles over where you sat. 

Flipping the cap of the lotion off, you squeezed a generous amount onto your hands, clasping them and rubbing the lotion into them, before you placed your hands on Logan's shoulders. You gasped at just how knotted and tense they felt- you’d think the shower would have loosened him up a bit…

He let out a small groan as you pushed and pulled at the muscles in his shoulder, slowly- but surely, you began to loosen the knots as you massaged the lotion into his skin. Using different techniques, like rubbing your thumbs in circles in various spots- that really made him groan, something that sounded almost erotic. You grinned, as your hands moved down to his shoulder blades and upper back.

“Keep moaning like that and even Caliban and Charles will hear you.” You comment, he grunted.

“Let em, I don’t care.” He mutters into his pillow, turning his head so you could understand him. A small giggle escaped you, as you continued your ministrations over his back, palming at tense points and working at his large muscles, thumbs pressing into knots and loosening them, you ran your nails up and down his back- scratching the skin that sent shivers through his whole body. 

You admired the scars on his skin; as you felt every ridge and bump as you ran your hands over his back and up his arms. You knew it wasn’t a good thing, that he doesn’t quite heal like he used to. You still saw them as a part of him, a beautiful part of him that made him a survivor, that kept him alive and kept him coming back to you. You didn’t know how close it would be before those wounds couldn’t heal up, when he may not make it home. You weren’t one to worry about the future though- not when he was here with you now, and you could take care of him the way he deserved. 

You worked him over for an hour, and at one point you were pretty sure he fell asleep, waking up after and claiming he didn’t fall asleep. You sat up on your knees, and gently pat his side, urging him to now roll on his back, which he does so in a slow movement. 

“That was great baby.” He muttered, his eyes half-lidded, and his large hands moved to rest on your thighs that hugged his waist as you sat back to straddle his waist. You smiled, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, pressing your hands to his chest. 

“I’m not done yet.” You say softly, kissing the tip of his nose, and then his lips. Your hands smoothed down his chest and over his stomach, your fingers twining through his coarse chest hair. You ran your nails down the skin- making his stomach flex in reaction and you grinned. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks at the sight of your amusement. You smiled down at him and nodded, before moving your hips- grinding against him. Something serious came across his face, as his hands began to squeeze your thighs, leaving dimples in the skin. You rolled your hips again, and you could feel him getting harder underneath you. “So you were just getting frisky hm?”

“I’m just taking care of you Lo-” You say innocently, fluttering your eyelashes at him, you wiggle your hips down, shuffling down his body, where you start pressing kisses over his chest. Your eyes looked up at him as you ran a tongue over his nipple, eliciting a muffled groan as he tightened his jaw, and squeezed his eyes shut, chest rising and falling as he felt anticipation surge through him at every touch you pressed on him. You moved down his stomach, reaching the vein you were staring at earlier, sticking your tongue out, you licked down it- right to his pelvis, and he let out a shaky breath.

You felt slick between your legs at the sound of Logan becoming worked up. He always acts like the boss, the protector, and the provider. The moment you go down on him though, treating him like the prince you saw him as he melts in your arm like putty, appreciating the soft tenderness you give him, and the care you take to make sure everything feels good for him- that he enjoyed you the way you enjoy him. It turned you on hearing what you do to him.

“You’re something else, princess…” He mutters under his breath. You grinned against his skin, as you took in the smell of him, he smelled of cedar and whiskey, the scent of a soap you got him a while back. You bit the skin of his pelvis, making him thrust forward with a groan, as you soothe it over with your tongue. Your hands continued running up and down his belly, as you finally made contact with his erect member. You licked your lips as you sized him up. He was large, the prominent vein from his stomach traveling up to a swollen red tip that leaked a generous amount of precum- beautiful

Logan was an old man, but you never had trouble getting him up. 

Planting yourself between his legs on your belly, you kicked your legs playfully behind you as you took his member in your hand, tapping his tip against your lips, before sticking your tongue out, licking the vein from the bottom of his shaft to the top, as your other hand fondled his balls. He groaned. 

“You like playing with me don’t ya princess?” He rasped, sitting himself up on his elbows so he could get a nice view of you and watch as you took care of him.

You smiled sinfully up at him, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. His lips parted as he took you in before him, his eyes full of lust. “I’m just helping you not be so tense baby.” You cooed, beginning to stroke his member up and down, he tipped his head back, as you began stroking faster, before taking his tip between your lips, swirling around him and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue. You never truly enjoyed the taste of someone until you met him, and some days it felt like you couldn’t get enough. 

His hand went to your cheek, carefully caressing it- before reaching to pull your hair out of your face- holding it back for you as you worked over him. 

“Look at you darling, so damn pretty…How’d an old man like me get someone like you?” He muttered. You took him deeper into your mouth, slowly working your tongue around him, as spit began to dribble down your chin as you messily sucked him off. He moaned, his hips moving forward, his length going deeper into your mouth, his tip nearly at the back of your throat. You knew he was getting desperate, eager- just barely holding back from shoving you down on him and forcing you to take him completely. You moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, you feel so good, princess.” He breathed, his voice losing that deep timber, wavering- signaling to you that he was getting closer. 

Your hands braced against his thighs, as you took him in fully down your throat, gagging a bit before you force yourself to swallow, allowing you to bob up and down on his throbbing cock without as much trouble. His hand that held your hair back set the desired pace as he brought you back up to his tip, and down the base, where your eyes began to water, as his very hairy crotch tickled your nose. He was panting, and you now let him take over, as spit covered you chin and his cock, he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth. You felt his thighs begin to shake, and he was cursing under his breath before finally pulling you down over him- head tipped back, a loud curse escaping him, and you felt hot spurts of his cum going down your throat. The pure sight of him was enough to make your legs shake, your stomach tensing as small spasms of an orgasm ran through your body. He let go of your hair, body shaky as you continued to suck him until he rode through his orgasm, and pulled off of him with a pop. You licked your lips, wiping your chin off of the spit. 

He fell back onto the bed, a groan escaping him as he brought his hand up to his face, running it down.

“Fuck princess, you’re something else.” He mutters, and you clambered over him, giving him a sweet kiss. “I love you.” He says softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. 

“Love you too honey.” You purred, kissing his cheek and then his jaw, before curling into his side, his arms wrapping around you. “You feel better?”

“Much.” He mutters, and you could hear he was falling asleep, making you smile. “I’ll return the favor, don’t worry.”

You hummed. “Not a favor Lo. I like taking care of you.”

You felt the small exhale of his chest, and you knew it was an exhale of relief. One where he is silently asking, “What did I do to deserve you?” and you knew simply that all it was, was that he was your prince- and you were his princess. 

[jaeyunverse]

the perks of having a hot best friend

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, mild angst, best friends to lovers, college au

wc: 14336

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, jeno is shirtless in a scene phew, too many idol features SORRY i lowk lost track of who i’ve included. i think that is all but lmk if you find something else!

summary: having a hot best friend is nice until you start getting butterflies in your stomach every single time you look at them.

note: JAEYUNVERSE COMEBACK WOOO i’ve missed writing long fics so much omfg but i’m shitting bricks as we speak LOL it’s been a while since i’ve posted something big and i won’t lie i’m hella nervous. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this fic ♡ please don’t hesitate to give me your feedback! here’s to hoping my writing skills haven’t become as rusty as i think i have hehe :’))

masterlist

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒 !

01. an abundance of freebies and discounts

Lee Jeno knew the power his smile held. 

All it took was one flirty laugh combined with those sleepy eyes of his for people to melt. Being the resourceful person you were, you utilised that talent of his to its full extent. 

“Can you go and flirt with the cashier so she gives us a free muffin?” 

Your best friend gave you a dirty look. “You do realise this is supposed to be your treat, right?” 

“I am paying!” you exclaimed. “Just go do your thing and make her feel generous enough to slip a free dessert in our order.” 

Jeno rolled his eyes, but you knew you’d won. You almost always did. “Fine, whatever. You owe me one though.” 

“I’m feeding you because I owe you one,” you pointed out. “This makes us equal.”

“How riveting. I have to work so the person who owes me doesn’t have to owe me anymore.” 

“We can argue about this for hours or you can haul ass to the counter and place the damn order. I’ll Venmo you the money the moment you’re back,” you promised. 

Sliding out of the booth, Jeno said, “You’re lucky you’re cute. If this were Jaemin, I wouldn’t be letting him off the hook easily.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shooed him away. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along. 

“Hey!” you cried. “Don’t take me with you! The flirting won’t have any effect on her if she thinks we’re together!” 

“Everyone thinks we’re together,” Jeno muttered and got in line behind an old man. “She checked me out when we entered the cafe, saw you arm-in-arm with me and gave you the dirtiest look to ever exist.” 

You snorted. “Liar. You might be an eye candy but you do not command such a high level of attention.”   

“I’m telling the truth!” he argued. “I would know because I was checking out the drink she placed on the counter. I was trying to figure out what the person’s order might have been to get something so incredibly delicious-looking. I saw her out of the corner of my eye.” 

“Oh.” You frowned and took a step forward when the line moved ahead. “That’s unfortunate. Should we go to another cafe and try our hand at getting something free there?” 

“How about you stop being such a cheap skate for once?”

Slapping his shoulder hard, you grumbled, “I have to bear the weight of my goddamn rent alone while you share yours with three others! I need to cut down on certain things, asshole.” 

“My offer to move in with you next semester still stands.” Jeno wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m a really good housemate; ask the others.” 

“You live with boys. The disgusting things you do don’t bother them because they do them too.” 

He closed his mouth and thought about it for a second. Then, “Touché.” 

You rolled your eyes, but before you could make another snarky comment, a pleasant voice interrupted, “Good morning. What can I get for you today?” 

Jeno averted his gaze to the girl standing behind the counter and let a lazy smile take form on his lips. You raised a brow and watched in amusement. 

“Hey there. Can I get a Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino with 1 pump caramel syrup, 1 pump hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump toffee-nut syrup? Java chips too, please.” 

The girl—Lia, according to her name tag—looked surprised to see him blatantly flirting with you right beside him. Maybe he was right about every stranger assuming the two of you to be together, though you couldn’t fathom why. “O—okay.”

“What do you want, friend?” Jeno stressed the last word. Refraining to roll your eyes a second time, you said, 

“Iced coffee without milk. Could you add some sugar to the brew? I prefer my drinks to be sweet.” 

“Of course,” she said and nodded once, unfazed even after learning of Jeno’s status as an eligible bachelor. 

Snorting under your breath, you whispered to him, “Lia doesn’t give a fuck. You’re lacking.” 

He scoffed and nudged you away. “No, I’m not,” he whisper-snapped. “Get out of here. You’re killing my vibe.” 

You deadpanned and gave him a don’t-bullshit-me look but retreated to your booth nonetheless. The last thing you heard Lia ask was: “Anything else?” 

You’d only been sitting and scrolling through your phone for a few minutes before a hand slapped a receipt on the table in front of you. 

Glancing up, you inquired, “What?” 

“Read the order.” 

Dropping your gaze to the piece of paper again, you picked it up. An appreciative frown tugged at your lips as Jeno slid into his seat. “You managed to get us a free muffin and a free bagel?”

“Don’t ever question my talents again,” he ordered and leaned back. Resting his arm on the cushion behind him and placing his ankle on his knee, his attitude was nothing short of a king’s. “I won’t tolerate any further slander.” 

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, utterly unimpressed. Though you admit, a smile threatened to break out on your face and you had to bite your lip to keep it from escaping. 

Jeno raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for something. All you did was stare at him, and when he realised you wouldn’t budge, he did an extremely horrible and high-pitched imitation of you that should have deserved jail. “Thank you sooooooo much, Jeno! If it weren’t for your flirting skills, I wouldn’t have anything to eat. You’re my one and only saviour, and I don’t know what I would have done without—”

“Order for Jeno!” Lia hollered. 

Said-boy flinched and clutched his heart with his hand. “What the… That was quick.” Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to you, the tips of his ears red and his face flushed. “Whatever. I’ll be right back. Venmo me the bill amount.” 

You snickered and watched him get up. However, before he could move out of earshot, you called his name. “Thank you for your service.” 

Jeno glanced at you over his shoulder and did nothing but observe you for a moment. Then, a lopsided grin took form on his lips and he mock saluted. 

“You’re welcome.” 

02. gives good boy advice

“What are you doing here?” 

Pushing past you, Jeno strolled into your living room and plopped down on your sofa. “Is that any way to greet your best friend?” 

You rolled your eyes and closed the front door. Sitting down beside him, you placed your laptop on your lap again and resumed going through your notes. “I’m being serious. Were we supposed to hang out today? Because I cannot. I still have three finals left.” 

“No, we didn’t have any plans today,” he said, peering over your shoulder to check what subject you were studying. It was Economics. Horrible memories from the previous semester resurfaced and he shuddered before continuing, “Your text said you wanted to talk about something important?” 

You paused and glanced at him. “So you came over?” 

“Do you want me to leave?” Jeno frowned. “I thought it would be better to talk in person.”

He stood up and dusted himself off. Eyes widening, you grabbed his wrist and forced him back to his original position. “That’s not what I meant! I do want to talk to you but—it’s weird. I don’t feel like dealing with whatever has happened right now and I’m getting second thoughts about asking you for advice.” 

Concern seeped into Jeno’s face. “Woah, are you okay? You don’t have to explain anything right now. Just tell me one thing: do I need to beat anyone up? I’ve got a few gym buddies who are ripped.”

You huffed a laugh and placed your laptop on the coffee table. Crossing your legs, you turned to face him. Upon watching you get comfortable, your best friend rolled his shoulders back and did the same thing. 

“Before I say anything, I need you to promise me that you won’t laugh. Or make fun of me. Or call me an idiot.” 

“I won’t,” he answered immediately, though he wondered what issue warranted you to require his word. 

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “YangYang asked me out a few days ago. I’ve always liked him, but not in a way that’s not platonic. I fucked up and instead of rejecting him right there, I asked him for some time to think it over and kinda led him to believe that I would say yes.”

Jeno raised an eyebrow. “How?” 

“I told him he’s my type,” you mumbled, cringing at the memories that came rushing back. 

“What?!” he exclaimed. “How the hell did you manage to do that?” 

“I don’t know!” you whined and buried your face in your hands. “He came up to me when I was in the library and asked if we could talk! I didn’t know he was going to drop such a bomb on me so I said yes. Then he started talking about how he’s always cherished our friendship and how he’s so glad to have me.

“I started suspecting where his train of thought was headed when he added a but to his sentence. He said he’s liked me for a while now and he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. I was flabbergasted once he was done! I’ve always viewed him as a good friend and I didn’t want to just turn his heart down!”

“So you told him he was your type?” Jeno asked incredulously. “I know I promised to not call you an idiot but you’re really fucking stupid, Y/N! It’s going to be hella awkward when the group meets up!” 

You groaned and closed your eyes shut, letting yourself fall on your back. “That’s not even the worst part.” 

Jeno grabbed your wrists and hauled you back up. His face was barely a few inches away from yours when he ordered, “Explain.”

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “I told YangYang that he was cute and my type but I wasn’t in a position to think about going out with anyone with still two weeks of finals left to get through. I thought he would drop it but he asked me if I would think about his confession after our exams and I felt terrible telling him the truth. So I said I would. Yeji called me last night and said she set me up on a blind date with this guy in her class. You know how fast word spreads here. YangYang is going to know I dangled him on strings only to go on a date with someone else!” 

“You’re going on a blind date? With whom?” 

You flicked Jeno’s forehead. “That’s not the issue!” 

“Well, I want to know!” he sputtered and slapped your hand away. 

“I don’t know! Frankly, I don’t care either. I made a bet with Yeji and I lost. Now I have to spend an evening with a random guy I don’t even want to seek a romantic relationship with.” 

Your best friend sighed in frustration. “This might be one of your biggest fuck-ups till now.”

“I know,” you said quietly and dropped your gaze to your lap in shame. 

“You’ll have to apologise to YangYang and tell him the truth. He’s a good guy and he doesn’t deserve any of this.” 

“I know.” 

“Hey,” Jeno said softly. You glanced at him to see he’d gotten up and was holding his out for you. “Come here.” 

You rose to your feet and let him envelop you in his comforting embrace. Burying your face in his chest, you whispered, “I never wanted to hurt YangYang. I don’t want to lose him as a friend.” 

“You won’t as long as you come clean and explain everything. Don’t insult him further by giving him more half-truths. Guys would rather know what’s the real deal than be lied to and find out from someone else. Not only is it hurtful, but it’s a huge blow to the ego.”  

Your lips curled in a small smile and you leaned back a little to look at his face. “Is this about your mom lying to you about the tooth fairy?” 

“Damn right it is,” he grumbled. “I gave an entire speech about her being my favourite person in the whole world. That’s not something you recover from easily.”

“It’s been 15 years.”

“It’ll take me another 15 to come to terms with the fact that I used to rip my loose teeth out and place them under my pillow when I needed money urgently.” 

You laughed and pulled yourself out of his arms. “I can’t believe I’m taking guy advice from you.” 

“Why?” Jeno exclaimed. “I’m a guy too! Plus, I always give good advice!” 

You giggled and plopped down on the sofa again. “I know. But you’re also Jeno. I’ve never thought of you as just a guy.” 

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” 

“How about you sit your ass down and help me study now that you’re here? I made flash cards.” 

Snatching the stack from your hand, Jeno teased, “Oh, how would you survive without me?”

“I don’t have to wonder about that shit.” You grinned. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

He laughed. “And thank fuck for that.” 

03. hugs always make you feel safe thanks to all the beef underneath

You were going to drag Jeno to the seventh circle of Hell. 

You couldn’t afford to go grocery shopping with him when you had a huge exam the next day. You hadn’t studied shit and were one “have you prepared for tomorrow’s final?” away from a mental breakdown. 

It didn’t help that Yeji had called you in the middle of the night to clear a doubt she had from a chapter you didn’t even know had been covered.

You’d been panicking ever since and it felt like you were going to get a heart attack at any moment.  

“Doritos or Lays?” 

“Kick to the nuts or knuckles to the jaw?” 

Your best friend tore his gaze from the rack of chips and eyed you warily. “I said I’ll help you study tonight.” 

“You don’t understand, Jeno!” you exclaimed and ran a hand through your messy hair, pacing in the supermarket aisle impatiently. “I’m going to fail! Fail!”  

Groaning, Jeno grabbed your arm and forced you to face him. He held your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, enunciating each word as he reiterated, “You’re not going to fail. We’re going to pull an all-nighter in the library, but we need to be stocked up on food before we do that.” 

You sighed painfully. It burned your eyes to just focus on anything—how the hell were you supposed to stay awake for another day and write a three-hour-long exam after that? 

“You could have come here without dragging me with you,” you muttered. “I could have been studying at home instead of wasting precious time.”

Jeno frowned. “Any more time in front of your laptop and you would have gone insane, Y/N. Your eyes are completely red.” 

“Oh, that’s not because of the screen time. I cried before you came to check on me.” 

Huffing a small laugh that bordered on exasperation, amusement and worry, Jeno threw a few packets of Doritos in the shopping cart before slinging an arm around your neck. You let him pull you against him and wrapped your arms around his waist as the two of you began walking. 

“Well, you needed to get out anyway. I don’t remember the last time I saw you leave your apartment.” 

“I stepped outside yesterday to play with the neighbour’s cat,” you said defensively. 

“Not good enough,” Jeno popped. “We’re going to go get a massage once we’re done shopping.” 

You stopped in your tracks and peeled yourself away from him. “The final is in twenty-eight hours!” you yelled, staring at him incredulously. “Are you fucking stupid?!” 

“So you have plenty of time to de-stress before you start studying again!” he chirped, paying no heed to your concerns nor the people who had heard your outburst and were giving you odd looks. “Trust me, I went for a massage before my final and I was so relaxed. It helped me to focus too.” 

“Jeno,” you uttered his name with barely contained impatience. “I don’t have time. I need to cover a lot of shit before I go and sit in the fucking examination hall.” 

“And I said I’ll help!” he repeated, sounding almost exasperated. Pushing the shopping cart forward again, he studied the shelves and continued, “You always do this, Y/N. You freak out before a test and act like the world is ending only for you to do super well.”

“Well—” you began, stumbling after him— “that’s just my coping mechanism! The more worried I am, the better I do. But I’m screwed for real this time!” 

“No,” Jeno popped, placing a 2-litre bottle of Sprite in the cart. “I’m not listening to you this time. Especially not after you stayed awake for three days straight for your midterm.” 

You sighed again. There was no arguing with your best friend. “How long is this massage of yours going to take?” 

“We’ll be back at your place in two hours max,” he reassured you, patting your head. You swatted his hand away and gave him a dirty look. “I think we have everything we need to make it through today and tomorrow.” 

“Why do we need such a big bottle of Sprite?” 

“Party at my place this weekend. There’s a discount so I’m buying in advance.”

You frowned. “Shouldn’t you be stocking up on booze?”

“The guys said I have an alcohol addiction,” Jeno said, getting in line at the billing counter. “Which is, like, totally untrue but you know I never back down from a challenge. I’m going to prove them wrong by staying sober for two weeks.”

“Sure,” you snorted. “You’ll just find lame loopholes or cheat when no one’s looking.”

A sly grin took form on Jeno’s lips. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and drawled, “I know what you do when no one’s looking.”

“Really?” You feigned a gasp. “You know I sneak over to your house and steal your food when you’re not there?”

His smile dropped immediately. “Wait, what? That’s you? Not Hyuck?”

“The food thief is me but the one stealing your sheet masks is Hyuck,” you admitted.

“He steals my masks?! The ones I buy are expensive as fuck!” Jeno exclaimed, betrayal seeping into his features. His hands fell to his side and his eyes turned distant. “I can’t believe he’s been gaslighting me into thinking I do an extra round of skincare when I’m drunk.”

You giggled and pushed the shopping cart forward once the person in front of you was done. Placing the contents on the billing counter for the cashier to scan, you revealed, “Hyuck saw me raiding your pantry when you were at the gym. He used that as leverage against me for weeks before I saw him stealing your sheet masks and was able to finally strike a deal—he turns a blind eye to my robberies and I turn a blind eye to his.”

“Why’d you team up with him?” Jeno pouted. “I thought we were best friends.”

You laughed incredulously. “Seriously? That’s what you’re focusing on? Not the part where Hyuck and I used your stuff without asking?”

“Well, yeah, I’m pissed you used my shit. But I guess I’m just a little more bothered that you guys teamed up,” Jeno said and shrugged, fetching his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. “Because, you know, coming together to make people suffer has always been our thing.”

You raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by how he was beating around the bush. “Are you saying you wanna team up with me to get back at Hyuck?”

Jeno grinned. “I’m gonna screw over that motherfucker so bad. You get off the hook, though, because you’re cute and I need your help.”

“You’re impossible.” You huffed and shook your head. Taking the bag of groceries, you said to him, “Text me my share and I’ll Venmo the money to you.”

“You could buy me an ice cream instead.”

“No,” you denied immediately. “We’re not wasting time on ice cream. Massage and then straight home so I can pick up my study material and we can leave for the library.”

Thankfully, Jeno didn’t protest. He drove you to your apartment complex and waited for you while you packed your bag. Then, the two of you were off to the massage place.

An hour later, you were done and forced to admit that the massage had indeed helped you. It felt like all the stress had left your body. Thinking about the final didn’t make you want to cry anymore and things were actually looking up now that you were rested.

You were able to retain the knowledge better and it was easier to understand the concepts. Jeno quizzed you and provided you with an endless supply of coffee throughout the night.

Right before lunch the next day, however, the panic resurfaced as you were revising your syllabus for the last time before your final at 3. You couldn’t seem to remember anything you had studied the previous night. 

You could feel another breakdown coming, but before you could hyperventilate, Jeno scooped you up in his arms.

You hadn’t even realised when he’d come back from picking up your food. One minute, you were trying to control your breath and the next, your face was buried in his hard chest.

You held onto his shirt as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and he rocked you from side to side.

“Shh, don’t cry,” he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. “You’re gonna ace the final like you always do. You were able to answer all the quiz questions, so keep in mind that you are prepared. The pre-exam anxiety is just clouding your thoughts. Everything’s gonna come back to you when you sit down to write, alright?”

Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and bit down on your lip to keep a sob from escaping. Jeno’s presence kept acting like a tether for you. It always had.

Maybe he was right about the final. Maybe he wasn’t. But at that moment, engulfed in his warm, safe embrace, it felt like everything was going to be okay.

𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 !

01. having to deal with a narcissistic asshole. 

It was an especially sweltering day. 

You were being baked inside-out despite wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, your hair tied in a messy high bun. Adding to your torment was your broken A/C. You’d requested your landlord to fix it several times but your efforts were to no avail. 

You would have kept bothering him incessantly and gotten the job done if you weren’t so intimidated by him already. 

Sighing, you eyed your bathroom. A cold shower sounded like an amazing idea. Jeno wasn’t supposed to come over to watch the movie for a while anyway. 

Deciding to cool yourself and get rid of the sweat sticking to your body, you entered the tiny bathroom. A high-pitched squeal left your mouth the moment you turned the shower knob and the cold water hit your skin. 

“Fuck,” you cursed and flinched, turning the knob the other way immediately. Your shitty apartment didn’t even have a valve to adjust the temperature—the water was either mildly hot or ice cold. Showering in summer was always a big problem.

“God, I don’t wanna keep doing this,” you mumbled to yourself and stepped into your room again. 

There was this… thing you’d been doing ever since you moved into this apartment. Whenever it was hot, you’d work out so you’d get more sweaty. That way, when you showered under the ice-cold water, it didn’t feel as unbearable. 

It was weird and there probably was no science behind it, but you didn’t care as long as it worked. 

So, you rolled out your yoga mat on the floor and began warming up. 

Within no time, your skin was glistening with sweat and your hair was damp. You were struggling to complete the last push-up of your final set when someone knocked on your door, causing you to lose your focus. Your arms gave out beneath you, and you collapsed to the ground. 

“Woah, it’s boiling in here,” Jeno pointed out intelligently. “And you look like you’re one move away from dying. God, I can’t even breathe Why the fuck are you working out with the windows closed? Are you stupid?” 

Groaning, you rolled on your back and watched your best friend as he moved to the windows and threw them open. “Hey!” you protested weakly and raised a trembling arm in a pathetic attempt to stop him. “I’m trying to do something!”

Jeno raised an eyebrow at you and grabbed your hand, hauling you up effortlessly. “Oh, yeah? Pray tell.” 

You crashed into his chest and rebounded, but he tightened his hold on you. His palm hovered over your back in case you lost your balance. Steadying yourself, you glared at him and snapped, “No. You’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I won’t!” Jeno laughed, his eyes crinkling. 

“Stop, you’re doing it already!” 

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry. I really do wanna know what you were doing.” 

You eyed him for a moment, waiting for him to slip up and start laughing again. But Jeno’s face remained mildly curious. Satisfied, you explained, “Well, because I was feeling hot, I decided to take a shower. The water here is very cold, though, so I decided to work out in a closed room because that would make me even hotter. If I get in the shower now, it wouldn’t feel as cold because my body temperature has already increased, and the water would be sort of neutralised.” 

A beat of silence passed. And then, “I know I said I wouldn’t make fun of you—”

“Then stop talking.”

“But did you not realise you could have mixed the hot and cold water in a bucket?” Jeno continued, clearly still talking. “Or, I don’t know, come over to my place to shower?” 

“You live with three other men.” You deadpanned. “I was not going to shower in your apartment with Jaemin, Renjun and Hyuck there. Also, I don’t have a big enough bucket, so I will be buying one today,” you added, muttering the last bit. 

Jeno rolled his eyes. “God, Y/N, I would have kicked the guys out.” 

“What makes you think they would have listened to you?” you asked amusedly.

“Okay, true,” he agreed. “They would have listened to you, though. If there’s anyone who’s bossy enough to get them out of the house on a hot Sunday afternoon, it’s you.” 

“Are you calling me bossy?” 

“Are you going to shower now?” he deflected. “You stink.”

“Shut up!” you exclaimed and slapped his shoulder hard, but laughed nonetheless. Moving away from him, you kicked him off your yoga mat and said, “You opened the windows and interrupted my workout, so I don’t feel as hot anymore. I think I’m gonna exercise a little more so I don’t die of hypothermia in the shower. You can take my laptop and choose a movie till then if you want.”

“How about I work out with you?” Jeno suggested. “We can have our gym bros moment.” 

“I don’t wanna have a gym bros moment with you.”

“Why?” he whined. 

Flicking his forehead, you said, “Because I know you’re gonna turn this into a competition, and I’m not in the mood.” 

“Scared?”

“You wish,” you scoffed. “I’m tired from all the working out I did before you came, and I’m not going against you when you have that advantage over me.” 

“That still means you’re scared. Pussy.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you got into the position for a plank. “Get out if you’re going to keep being annoying and not contribute shit to our gym bros moment.”

“I knew you’d come around,” Jeno replied smugly. You practically heard the grin in his voice when he said that. 

You closed your eyes and laboured your breathing as you felt your abdomen begin to burn almost immediately. “Had to, or I knew you’d keep irritating me.” 

Opening your lids, you turned your neck to see if he was doing the exercise with you. 

Your arms gave out the moment you saw Jeno shirtless, his bulging biceps on full display.

“Damn, you lost quicker than I thought,” he commented. 

“Why are you naked?!” you demanded in a shrill voice. 

Still in position, Jeno only glanced at you like you were out of your mind. “I was wearing a hoodie, Y/N. Did you expect me to do a plank in that furnace?” 

“Yeah!” you exclaimed. To your dismay, your eyes kept drifting to his well-defined muscles no matter how much you tried to focus on his face. 

To make things worse, Jeno noticed. And smirked. “Stop complaining if you’re enjoying the view so much. It’s okay to admit you have a hot best friend.”

Flustered, you scrambled to your feet and looked at the ceiling. God, you felt like a stupid middle schooler. It was insane how much of an effect Jeno was having on you. What was weirder was that your mind was drifting to places it had never been before. At least where your best friend was concerned. 

“Narcissus has nothing on you,” you muttered under your breath, and tried to gather your bearings. 

“Besides,” Jeno continued, having not heard you. “I do send you pictures sometimes. I don’t know why you’re acting like you’ve never seen me like this.” 

“Your phone’s camera is fucked, Jeno,” you grumbled. “The photos you texted me didn’t capture half of what’s actually there.”

No matter what you hadn’t seen, you’d felt whenever you hugged each other. It didn’t take away your surprise upon seeing the 2440p quality visual though. 

“Is that disappointment I hear?” he taunted. 

“No!” you exclaimed and finally looked at him again. At the sight of his working muscles, you muttered, “Can we stop now? You won.”

“Ah!” Jeno dragged the word as if he had just stumbled upon a revelation. “You want me to stand up so you can get a better view of my abs? Got it.” 

Your eyes widened, and before you could deny his ridiculous accusations, he was towering over you. Wiggling his eyebrows, he gestured towards himself and flexed dramatically. 

“You’re an idiot,” you huffed, unable to help yourself. 

“Yeah? Then I guess an idiot just managed to fluster the shit out of you.” Jeno smiled and ruffled your hair. Bending, he picked up his discarded hoodie and shrugged it back on. “I’ll go and get you a bathing bucket from the supermarket around the corner. Don’t freeze yourself to death.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I won’t.” 

“Also, do you remember the shirt I forgot here all those months ago after I got wet in the rain? Can you find it so I can change into it when I’m back?” He frowned and looked at himself. “I’ll eventually toast myself if I watch the movie in my hoodie.”

“Sure, but you’re stupid for wearing warm clothes in summer,” you commented.  

Jeno gave you a dirty look. “Sorry for assuming your A/C was in working condition. Besides, you always want to cuddle when we watch movies, so I figured you’d be more comfortable if I was wearing a hoodie.” 

Your cheeks warmed at that, your heart stumbling a beat. What was wrong with you? You’d always known Jeno was caring and went out of his way to do nice things for you.

Typically, you’d have felt grateful for how thoughtful he was being. 

Now, though, you felt that and… something else that you didn’t really want to acknowledge. 

“Whatever,” you said instead, trying to sound dismissive. Pushing him out of your room, you continued, “I’ll find it. Just hurry up with the bucket.” 

A few minutes after Jeno was gone, a notification popped up on your phone. 

[jeno]: clearer picture that i clicked on jaemin’s phone for your viewing pleasure :”) 

You blinked in confusion and opened the photo that was attached below, your eyes widening the moment you saw it. It was a zoomed-in gym mirror selfie of Jeno wearing nothing but sweatpants and shoes, his muscular abdomen on full display. 

[you]: did you crop jaemin? 

[jeno]: ???? [jeno]: wdym……. [you]: the photo’s dimensions are weird [jeno]: oh [jeno]: what the fuck [you]: LMFAOOO [jeno]: STOP I DIDN’T WANT YOU LOOKING AT HIM INSTEAD OF ME I’VE GOT A BETTER BODY ANYWAY AND I’M GONNA BUY A NEW PHONE SO I CAN SEND YOU CLEARER PICS WITHOUT HAVING TO CROP THAT FUCKER OUT 

You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from smiling too wide. Right before you were about to type a reply, you received another text from your best friend. 

[jeno]: so are you gonna tell me what you think [you]: FINE you’re hot. [you]: happy?  [jeno]: euphoric

Finally laughing out loud, you shook your head. 

Narcissus had nothing on Jeno indeed.

02. female friends ask you to be their wingwoman 

You didn’t think you’d ever accompanied Jeno to a party without having someone ask you to set them up with him. 

“Please,” Yoo Jimin begged for what seemed like the thousandth time. “Yeji said he was single!” 

Sighing, you mentally cursed Yeji for inviting Jimin to Jeno’s party. “He is, but I’m not setting you up with him.” 

“Why?” Jimin demanded rather aggressively, making you wonder what it would take for her to quit nagging you. “Do you like him or something?” 

It took a concerning amount of effort for you to refrain from rolling your eyes. “I do not.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” 

“I don’t know, Jimin!” you finally burst and gestured at your surroundings. “Maybe I’m not too keen on helping you out because you followed me into the washroom and cornered me! Maybe I feel used because you’ve never shown much interest in me even though I’ve tried striking up a conversation with you several times before!”  

Jimin’s features softened, and she looked away. “You’re right,” she muttered, guilt and shame evident in her voice. “I’m sorry for jumping on you like that.” 

You immediately felt bad for snapping at her. Pursing your lips, you tried to cheer her up. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t need me to set you up with him anyway. I know we haven’t hung out much, but based on what I’ve heard about you from Yeji, you’re smart, funny and social. You have no reason to be nervous while approaching Jeno.” 

For some reason, you regretted encouraging Jimin to pursue your best friend. A gaping hole formed in your heart, and you wished she would go for someone else instead. 

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jimin smiled gratefully. “I know I’ve been a shitty person, but could you give me another chance? I’d really like to get to know you more.” 

And just like that, the hollowness in your chest was gone. You gave her a genuine smile of your own and said, “I gotta pee right now, but does lunch tomorrow work for you?”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I forgot where we were.” Rubbing the nape of her neck sheepishly, she replied, “Lunch works. I’ll text you tonight so we can talk about it.” 

The two of you exchanged your goodbyes, and then she was gone. A few minutes later, you exited the washroom as well and headed back to the party. 

“I missed you,” a voice slurred in your ear. Arms circled around your waist, and a face buried itself into the crook of your neck. 

You laughed. “You failed the challenge, Jeno.” 

“Where were you?” he demanded in an almost whiny tone. “It’s your fault! I wouldn’t have lost at beer pong if you’d been playing with me.” 

Patting Jeno’s back in consolation, you replied, “I’m sorry you have zero self-control and commit to things you know you won’t be able to do.” 

Jeno peeled himself away from you and pouted. “You’re mean.”

“Thanks. Let’s get wasted together,” you said, but then added upon looking at his already tipsy condition, “Or I can get wasted, and your ass can keep me company.”  

“Don’t you think one of us should be sober?” Jeno asked as you pulled him along.

“I’m not gonna hold back from drinking!” you exclaimed. “Let me remind you that you were supposed to be the sober one today and make sure I didn’t do anything stupid. I’m blaming you if I get naked in the yard.” 

Thanks to the music that was gradually getting louder as you approached the main party area, you didn’t hear your best friend’s response. You tightened your grip on his hand when the crowd thickened. Wading your way through the dancing throng, you finally reached the table lined with alcohol and food. 

You chose a bottle of Romanov and popped it open, drinking straight from it. You’d barely taken a few gulps when Jeno snatched it from you and put it to his own mouth. 

Throwing him a dirty look, you picked up another bottle for yourself. “Do you wanna dance?”

“I wanna throw up.” 

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged and aimed for the dance floor. A smile crept on your face upon seeing Jaemin; you were not in the mood to dance alone. 

“Y/N!” he hollered when he noticed you. Stumbling towards you, he pulled you in a quick embrace. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” 

“Finals!” you answered. Jaemin nodded in understanding and ran a hand through his hair, taking a swig from his beer. “Do you wanna dance?” 

You grinned. “You know I do.” 

The next few hours were a complete blur. The bottle in your hand was replaced by more one after the other, and when Jaemin deemed you’d had enough to drink, he gave you a red solo cup filled with water instead. 

It felt good to finally unwind after the horrible few weeks you’d had. There was no academic stress weighing down on you anymore, and though you were low on sleep, you didn’t want to stop partying. 

You just wished you and Jeno had gotten wasted together. While you were having fun with Jaemin, partying with Jeno was a different experience entirely. 

Right as you were about to take a sip from your cup, you felt an arm being thrown around your neck. The touch was so familiar that you recognised who it was immediately. 

“I missed you!” you exclaimed. Jeno looked down at you with a grin on his face, a pair of black party glasses sitting on his nose. His hair was damp and fell over his forehead. Maybe it was the liquor in your system, but you could have sworn he never looked better. “Let’s dance.”

“Dance?” Jeno laughed. “Haven’t you been doing that for the past two hours? Don’t your feet hurt?” 

Frowning, you glanced at your legs. “They do!” you exclaimed, and looked back at him again, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Feeling tears beginning to pool in your eyes, you mumbled, “But I still want to dance.”

“How about we go on the roof instead? The stars look pretty tonight,” your best friend suggested, trying his best not to laugh at you. “I didn’t drink at all after you left me. I’m sober enough to take care of you now.” 

Your eyes lit up at that. “Wow, that’s such a good idea! You’re so smart, Jeno. I love you.”  

Jeno’s lips finally twitched up in a smile. “I love you too, silly.” 

Plucking the solo cup out of your hand, he offered you an arm. You looped yours through it with a soft thank you and leaned on him as he led you upstairs. 

The two of you entered his dark room, and Jeno shut the door behind him. Only when the loud music was muffled did you realise your head was throbbing.  

He unhooked your arms gently and grabbed a warm blanket off his bed. Throwing open his window, he jumped out on the flat roof and looked at you expectantly. 

You staggered behind Jeno and took the hand he was holding out for you. His other hand hovered over your waist as you climbed on the sill. 

Thanks to the alcohol in your system, your balance was non-existent, and your legs turned to jelly the moment they made contact with the roof. Fortunately, your best friend was there to catch you.

You bumped into Jeno’s chest instead of falling to the ground. He wrapped his arms around you and steadied you, laughing a little at your antics. 

“God, how much did you drink?” you heard him wonder to himself. You mumbled an incoherent response and leaned against the outside wall of his room, watching him lay the spread on the floor. 

The two of you usually climbed the ladder that led to the slanting roof at the very top of the house, but you reckoned the boy in front of you didn’t want to risk taking you up there when you were so wasted. 

Jeno sat down on the blanket once he was done and peeked at you over his shoulder, patting the space beside him. “Come on.” 

Pushing yourself off the siding, you stumbled to him, tripping over your feet a bit. You were able to keep your balance, though, and a moment later, you found yourself lying on the blanket next to him.

Your shoulders brushed against each other, the warmth from his body seeping into you. It was summer, but the night air was still chilly, especially now that you were on the roof. You were thankful for the protection Jeno offered against the mild cold. 

The music was blaring once again now that you were outside, and there were no barriers to deafen it, but the volume barely bothered you. Your eyes were on the stars, trying to identify the constellations.

“I see Orion right there,” Jeno said, pointing at the sky. You followed his finger, and sure enough, there it was. “And there’s Ursa Minor.” He moved his hand after noting that you had recognised Orion. 

“I don’t see it,” you muttered, blinking heavily to clear your sight. 

“Can you see Polaris?” he asked, glancing at you for a moment. 

You raised your hand and pointed it at a random star that was nowhere near the one Jeno was referring to. “There.” 

Jeno snorted. “You could spot Orion, but you can’t identify the brightest star in the sky?” Without waiting for a response, your best friend grabbed your arm and directed it to the right star. “That is Polaris.” 

“Woah.” You gaped and lowered your arm. “It’s so shiny.” 

Jeno laughed again upon hearing the child-like wonder in your voice. You stargazed often and always challenged each other to see who could identify the most constellations in a minute. He knew the night sky was familiar to you, but seeing you like this reminded Jeno of the first time he brought you to his roof and introduced you to his favourite hobby. 

“Do you want it?” he teased. 

Eyes widening, you turned your neck to look at him, your faces so close you could count his lashes. “Really?” 

“Really,” he said and pinched your cheek, unable to help himself. “I’ll get it for you.” 

A wide smile immediately broke across your lips, and you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you!” you squealed. 

Jeno chuckled, a little surprised that you had practically climbed on top of him, and part of him was caged under you now. He didn’t mind the sudden intimacy. It had always been his love language; any sort of physical contact with you—be it comparing hand sizes or carrying you on his back—warmed his heart. 

Patting your head, he asked, “You want me to show you the rest of Ursa Minor?” 

“Yes.” You nodded into the crook of his neck and peeled yourself away from him, but your head still rested where his shoulder met his arm. 

Brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen on your face, he averted his gaze to the sky. “Polaris is the tail of The Little Dipper. Now we move towards the left. See the star that’s above the brightest? That’s Delta. Epsilon is above Delta too, but the distance between them is not as much as the distance between the first two. Zeta is below—” 

You tuned Jeno out. He was still showing you the stars that made up the constellations, far too invested to notice that you were no longer paying attention to what he was saying and were looking at something much more beautiful instead. 

You’d always known your best friend was attractive. You’d have to be blind to not notice his striking features—they were sharp with a certain softness around the edges. His face always stood out in crowds and demanded people’s undivided attention. 

Rightfully so, you thought to yourself as you admired his perfectly straight nose and the shape of his soft lips, diverting your gaze to his eyes. You’d always thought they were his best features. They were warm and open and felt like home. It deserves to be appreciated. 

“Pherka, Eta, Kochab and Zeta form a—”

“You’re prettier.”

Jeno glanced at you, your faces mere inches away and those beautiful eyes peering into yours with slight confusion. “What?”

“You said the stars looked pretty tonight,” you whispered. “I think you’re prettier.” You paused for a moment, as if rethinking your words. Then, “I think you’re the prettiest person in the world.”

A fond smile crept on your best friend’s face, and maybe it was because your ear was in the vicinity of his heart, but you could have sworn you heard it thumping loudly against his ribcage. Lightly bumping his forehead against yours, Jeno whispered back, 

“I think you’re the prettiest person in the world too.” 

03. it’s very easy to fall for them, especially when they’re always so sweet and caring

The first thing you felt upon regaining your consciousness was pain. 

Your skull was splitting apart, the little bit of sunlight creeping in through the closed curtains rendering you blind. Nausea was beginning to set in, but your body was so weak that you weren’t sure you could make it to the toilet in time. 

You should have never drunk so much. Not only had you not taken any proper rest after working yourself to exhaustion during your finals, but had also danced to the point you couldn’t move your legs. Heck, you couldn’t even remember much of the party. You recalled leaving Jeno behind to party with Jaemin, but everything after that was a huge blank slate. 

The toilet was far away, but you could try reaching the dustbin near the study table instead of just throwing up on the carpet. Groaning, you tried to push yourself up. When that didn’t work, you put all strength in your abdomen and threw yourself off the bed. 

A shockwave of agony passing through your body rendered you immobile on the ground. You moaned in pain and curled in on yourself, covering your mouth with a hand upon tasting bile on your tongue. 

The door was thrown open, and a worried Jeno gaped at you lying on his room’s hard floor motionlessly. “What the fuck?” 

“Dustbin,” you croaked with much difficulty, tears springing to your eyes. They hurt so much you wanted to rip them out. 

Your best friend moved into action immediately. “I kept the dustbin right beside the bed in case you got sick, you blind twat truck. Along with painkillers and water on the table.”  

You found it in yourself to glare at the boy, but he ignored you. Placing the waste basket in front of you, he helped you up. You gripped the rim as he gathered your hair in his hand and held it up to avoid it getting in the way of your vomit. 

Right before you emptied the toxins in your body, you managed to say to him, “How capable do I look to you right now, you stupid toe-licking grinch man?” 

Jeno rolled his eyes and rubbed your back with his other hand, patiently waiting for you to finish. Once your heaving stopped, you took the tissue he was holding out for you and wiped your mouth. You felt much better after throwing up but you were still so tired. 

“Come on.”

You swatted Jeno’s hand away and rested your back on his bed, tucking your legs under your chin. “Too much effort,” you muttered and closed your eyes, willing the headache to go away.

“I was going to carry you to the bed, Y/N,” he said in exasperation. 

“I just need a moment,” you whispered almost incoherently, wishing he would stop asking you questions when you had no energy to answer. “A moment and an Aspirin.” 

There was some shuffling, and then you felt a hand brushing your matted hair out of your face. “Here.”

You peeled your lids open to see Jeno crouched in front of you with water and the painkiller you had asked for. Taking it from his hand, you popped it into your mouth and gulped down some water. 

For a few moments, you tried to regulate your breathing and calm yourself down. Jeno could tell you were gathering the willpower and strength to climb back on his bed. He wanted to help, but you clearly didn’t want it. So, he just watched you silently struggle.

He should have been with you last night; he hated that he wasn’t when he had promised to be the sober half. As far as Jeno was concerned, Jaemin was going to get an earful about keeping tabs on how much his friends drank. Never in the two years of friendship had he seen you with such a huge hangover. 

“Fuck,” he heard you curse under your breath. You moaned in pain as you pushed yourself up on trembling arms and fell on his mattress. Sighing, Jeno tucked you in and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“Sleep well,” he said and made his way to the door. “I’ll wake you up for lunch. Renjun is making grilled sandwiches.” 

Your eyes flew open again. Fuck. You were supposed to meet Jimin. 

“Jeno, wait,” you blurted, and he stopped in his tracks. “I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch, but I don’t think I can make it. Can you cover for me?” 

Your best friend leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. “Which friend?” 

“Jimin.” 

“I thought she ghosted you.” He frowned. “Now you’re meeting her for lunch?” 

“No, you are meeting her for lunch. I don’t wanna be rude and cancel at the last minute. What if she already left?”

“It’s 10 in the morning.”

“Well, what if she turned down other offers because of the plans we made?” 

“She left an hour ago with Mark after passing out on the couch in Hyuck’s room last night. I doubt she’s had the time to turn down any other offers. Actually, I think she’ll be glad you cancelled. She looked pretty hungover when she left.”

“Why are you being so difficult?” you whined, wincing when the throbbing in your head responded to the sudden increase in the volume of your voice. “I’m only asking you for a small favour.” 

“I’m not being difficult,” Jeno defended himself and took a few steps towards you. “I’m trying to tell you that you may be overthinking this. Let me send her a text from your phone asking for a reschedule, and we can have some homemade lunch with the guys.” 

Sighing heavily, you averted your gaze from his and stared at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna blow this. I think she’s really cool and I’d like to get to know her more. I’m good friends with everyone in our social circle except her. It’s awkward.” 

Jeno’s eyes softened at that. “Y/N, you’re not blowing anything. Rescheduling lunch because you both partied till you collapsed is not going to take away any points. Trust me.” 

Your best friend was right. You were overthinking this, but you didn’t exactly blame yourself. All your efforts to befriend Jimin had been futile till now. You didn’t want to do anything that could mess up the friendship that had begun to bloom last night. 

“Fine,” you finally relented. “Shoot her a text from my phone. I think it’s in my clothes bag—” you paused, your eyes widening. Lifting Jeno’s duvet in panic, you looked down at yourself. “Who changed my clothes?” 

“Ningning did!” Jeno answered quickly, the tips of his ears turning a bright red. He couldn’t understand why he was freaking out—nothing happened. 

You exhaled in relief, trying to get rid of the alien tingling feeling spreading throughout your body. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. “Okay. Well, my phone’s in my clothes bag.” 

Jeno busied himself, rummaging through your backpack that was on his bedside table. What you didn’t know, however, was that it was just a front for him to calm himself down. “Got it.” He waved the phone at you. “What’s your pin?”

“Your birthday.”

His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, and a seed of warmth sprouted in his chest. A dizzying sense of affection for you washed over him, drenching him in happiness from head to toe. “Really?” 

You nodded and closed your eyes. Turning on your side to get into a more comfortable sleeping position, you buried yourself deeper under his sheets. Yawning, you mumbled, “Day-Month-Year with leading zeros.” 

“My password is your birthday too,” he said quietly after sending Jimin the text. “A lot of them are. It’s the easiest set of numbers to remember.”

You didn’t respond. Jeno didn’t mind. He knew you’d already fallen asleep. Keeping your phone on the table, he smiled sadly and stared at your resting figure in longing. “Everything about you is so easy to remember.”

Jeno closed the door behind him as he left, none the wiser about the fact that you were still awake and had heard everything he’d said, your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to leap out of your chest. 

Your best friend left, completely unaware of the fact that you were now entertaining the possibility of being in love with him. 

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 !

01. the green-eyed monster you resent makes an appearance more than you’d like

You genuinely couldn’t believe your friend group and their seemingly never-ending social battery. 

One would think that after a long night of partying, a person would stay at home the next day and take some much-needed rest. Your friends, however, thought it was a good idea to meet up for dinner and decide what to do over the weekend. 

You didn’t bother to remind them of the wonderful invention that was group chats. 

“We should drive up to the beach,” Mark suggested, flipping through the menu. “Summer just started, so I don’t think there will be a lot of people.” 

All of you were seated in a round booth at the back of a diner Chenle said he frequented. You weren’t going to lie; you could see why. The setting was very homey, and the cushioning of the sofa was very cosy—you were almost sure you were going to fall asleep even before your food arrived. 

Ningning, who was sitting beside Mark, peeked over his shoulder to see what was listed. Minjeong said, “That’s stupid. The start of summer is exactly when beaches get overcrowded. Most don’t get to visit the ocean during the year, so they make a beeline for the beach as soon as break begins.”  

“True,” you heard Jeno say. He leaned back in his seat and put his arm on the cushion behind you. You resisted the urge to lean in. Taking a sip of his water, he continued, “Besides, we’re already going to Jeju Island for a week next month. I don’t think we should drive three hours to go to the beach right now.” 

“What about karaoke?” Jimin piped up. She was sitting on the other side of Minjeong, opposite from Chenle, who was on the other side of the table. 

“We don’t need an entire weekend for just karaoke,” Chenle pointed out. “We could do it whenever we want.”

“Well, what about—” 

“Hey, can I take your order?” a female voice that was a combination of annoyed, upbeat, friendly and polite interrupted Minjeong. The girl looked a little flustered at being cut off, but she cleared her throat and mumbled a small yeah, just give us a minute.

The waitress did not move, so all of you awkwardly picked up the menu cards and began flipping through them. 

“The usual for me, Yuna,” Chenle said, smiling up at her. To diffuse the sudden tension created in the air, he began making small talk with her as she waited. 

“What are you eating?” Jeno asked. He was closer to you now, his eyes scanning the contents of the menu card in your hand over your shoulder. 

You shrugged. “I don’t think I’m eating anything. I’m not very hungry.” 

Jeno’s eyebrows creased, and he glanced at your face in worry. “You haven’t had anything since lunch. At least drink something.” 

“It’s fine.” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and pushed the card in his direction so he could order whatever he wanted. “I won’t be able to finish anything by myself and I don’t wanna waste food.” 

“How about we share?” he insisted. “You eat however much you want, and I’ll finish the rest. Don’t go to sleep on an empty stomach.” 

An internal battle began. While Jeno’s suggestion was sensible, you knew he didn’t like to share his food with anyone. You remembered a time when he had refused to go on a second date with a girl because she kept nibbling on his meal. You didn’t want him to do something he hated just for your sake. 

“Really, it’s fine,” you repeated. “You go ahead and—”

“Hey, Y/N,” Yeji called, making you divert your attention to her. “You wanna share a triple-decker chicken sandwich? Chenle said this place is famous all over town for that dish.” 

You had to admit, a triple-decker chicken sandwich did sound tasty. But you’d just turned down Jeno, so you didn’t wanna say yes to Yeji. Shaking your head, you once again said, “I’m not hungry.”

“Why aren’t you hungry?” Mark frowned, overhearing your conversation. The rest of your friend group looked at you in concern. Ningning asked, “Are you okay?” 

You groaned. The last thing you wanted to do was explain to everyone why you didn’t have an appetite. “I’m okay. I’m just not hungry because I had a lot for lunch.”

“That’s a lie,” Jeno commented unhelpfully, and you smacked his shoulder hard in retaliation. He winced, rubbing the area of attack. “Hey!” 

“Shut up!” you exclaimed. Taking a deep breath, you said to everyone with as little annoyance in your voice as you could, “Please just order what you want. I still feel a little weird after last night’s party, and I don’t think I can stomach anything right now.” Before anyone could reply, you added, “I’m going to the restroom. Be right back.” 

Yeji looked a little stunned, but she got up from her seat and let you leave the booth when you requested her to move. Locking yourself in one of the stalls, you clutched your stomach and curled in on yourself, closing your eyes. 

Your period cramps were especially painful this time. Maybe it was because of last night’s exertion, but your cycle was early too. Your stomach was in too many knots for you to even think about eating anything. 

The washroom’s door opened, and you heard soft footsteps trudging towards you. Knocking on the only occupied stall’s door, a female voice asked, “Is everything okay, Y/N?” 

“Yeah,” you croaked, feeling tears burning your eyes. “Everything’s fine, Jimin. I just have period cramps, that’s all.” 

“Oh.” There was silence for a moment. “I have painkillers. Do you want them?” 

Exhaling through your mouth, you wiped your moist cheeks and stepped out of the stall. “Sure.”

Jimin smiled at you reassuringly and handed you a wet wipe, looping her arm through yours. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness and gratitude. You’d wanted to connect with her for so long, and it finally felt like you were getting somewhere this time. Maybe you were being overemotional due to your fluctuating hormones, but you wanted to pull her into a hug.

“Oh, also,” you started a little sheepishly, “I wanted to apologise in person about cancelling on you earlier today. I drank and partied more than I should have. I thought about sending Jeno to cover for me, but he pointed out that it would have been awkward for you to see him when you were expecting me.”

“Woah, wait!” she gaped and took a step away from you. The shock on her face surprised you for a moment, but the feeling didn’t last long. “You’re kidding me! You should have kept insisting, Y/N! A lunch date would have been the perfect way for us to get closer!”

“I don’t think he would have considered the lunch a date because he was just a stand-in for me,” you said awkwardly, and threw the used wipe in the dustbin. 

Jimin waved you away as you walked out of the restroom and back to your booth. “I mean, yeah, it wouldn’t have been an official date, but it would have given me the opportunity to ask him out on a real one.”

“Right.”  

You hated the way you sounded. You hated the way your stomach churned, and your mood dropped. You hated that someone was pursuing Jeno. You hated that you were being forced to play Cupid, all thanks to your strong refusal to admit your feelings and the friendship you wanted to build with the girl next to you. 

“Oh, my God!” Jimin exclaimed, too immersed in her own fantasies to have noticed the change in your tone and demeanour. “I can make up for the missed opportunity by sitting next to him right now! You wouldn’t mind, would you?” 

You did mind. The idea of her making a move on your best friend made you want to dig a hole and cry. God, you were being so pathetic. This was completely unlike you, and you despised the way you were acting. You had to pull yourself together immediately. 

Besides, it wasn’t like you were ever going to explore these newfound feelings you had for Jeno. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship. Forcing an encouraging smile on your face, you said, “Um, sure! That’s a really good idea.”

“Took you guys long enough,” Chenle commented once you returned. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you have any other places to be?” 

“I mean I was worried.” He rolled his eyes. “We ordered food while you were gone. You sure you don’t want anything, Y/N?” 

“Yep,” you said, popping the last letter. “Scoot over and make space for us.” 

Yeji got up again and stood to the side as Jimin, and you slid into the booth. “The two of you better not make me get up again. I’m not budging even if you need to take a big dump.” 

“Sorry,” you muttered, smiling at her sheepishly. Making yourself comfortable, you grabbed your glass of water and dipped a straw in it, idly sipping the liquid. 

Jeno’s gaze caught yours from behind Jimin’s back. He pointed at her with a frown on his face and mouthed, “Why is she sitting beside me?” 

You waved him away and turned your attention to the rest of your friends. “Please tell me you guys finally decided what we’re doing over the weekend.”

“We did,” Mark piped up. “We’re thinking of going to an amusement park and then a water park.”

Jimin frowned. “Won’t those places be crowded as well?” 

“We just need to accept that most destinations will be. Everyone’s on break, so it doesn’t matter where we go. There will be people everywhere.” 

You agreed with Minjeong. “Amusement park it is. Can we hit the bars at night?”

“It won’t be much of a trip if we don’t.” Ningning grinned. “You sure you want to go clubbing so soon though? You were completely wasted when Jeno called me to his room and made me change your clothes last night.”

Mark snickered. “Are you scared of changing your own girlfriend’s clothes, Jeno?”  

Silence. No one spoke. 

NingNing was staring at Mark incredulously, and Yeji seemed to be suffering through an extreme case of second-hand embarrassment. Chenle pretended to flip through the menu while Minjeong grabbed her phone and scrolled through the apps on her home screen in an attempt to look busy. 

Jimin whirled to face you so fast that you wondered how her neck hadn’t snapped. You couldn’t even dare to look at Jeno to see what reaction Mark’s words had evoked out of him. 

Laughing awkwardly, you asked, “Who said we’re dating?” 

“You’re kidding me, right?” Mark scoffed in disbelief. “You guys are so bad at keeping your relationship private. Everyone knows there’s something going on between the two of you.” 

“Is that true?” Jeno asked, but no one present at the table dared to meet his gaze. “Do all of you think there’s something going on between Y/N and me?” 

“I mean….” Chenle began, dragging the word out. “You both are very close. People who claim to be just friends don’t cross the boundaries you two step all over everyday. But we’ve never seen you kiss either, so we’re not sure if you’re dating secretly or…” 

“You guys are crazy,” you interrupted. “Stop speculating about our relationship. It’s weird.” Turning to face a very betrayed-looking Jimin, you enunciated, “Jeno and I are just friends. That’s all there is to us.”

“Yeah,” Jeno added, glancing at you. “Y/N and I will only ever be friends. There’s no way I would date her. I don’t find her attractive in a romantic way.” 

Feeling a knot form in your heart and anger bubble in the pit of your stomach, you snapped, “Same. Jeno’s not even my type. I wouldn’t get together with him if we were the only people left on Earth.” 

Your friends exchanged knowing glances, and poor Jimin, who was stuck sitting between Jeno and you, made an attempt to diffuse the tension. “Okay, guys. We get it.” 

“I’m not sure you do,” Jeno hissed, staring all your friends down. “I can see your damn faces. The only way you’re going to believe I’m not into Y/N is if I prove it to you by going out with someone else.” 

Minjeong began, “That’s not—” 

“No, he’s right,” you fumed. Under the table, your hand curled into a fist. “The only way you guys are going to get this stupid image of Jeno and me being together romantically is if we date other people.” 

“The two of you are overreacting!” Yeji exclaimed. “There’s no need to get so defensive! We were wrong for assuming, and Mark was an idiot for opening his fat mouth. I’m sure you both would have told us if there was something. We’re all sorry.” 

There was a chorus of agreement on the table. Everyone genuinely seemed to be apologetic—except Mark, who was glaring at Yeji and looked mad for being called an idiot. His eyes met yours, and a sheepish smile took form on his lips. 

You huffed a small laugh and shook your head, but your heart was still in knots. There was a certain hollowness in the pit of your stomach. You felt sick and anxious. 

Did Jeno really have to say all those hurtful things just to convince your friends about your platonic relationship? He didn’t need to sound so offended and make your mutual denial a competition. 

Sure, you were the one who had declared there would never be anything more than just friendship between Jeno and you, but he didn’t have to cross the line by saying you weren’t appealing to him. 

Besides, you’d said what you’d said for Jimin. You didn’t actually mean the words that left your mouth. Considering the emotions you’d been feeling recently, it would be a lie to claim you didn’t hope for a different sort of future with Jeno. 

It didn’t matter anyway. A romantic relationship between the two of you wasn’t practical. Your best friend had never so much as hinted at wanting something more. 

In a twisted way, you were glad he said those wounding things. You needed to be pulled back to reality.

“Hey, Jeno,” you heard Jimin say once the food arrived and everyone started eating. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch and watch a movie sometime this week?” 

Bile rose to your throat. You hoped to God he would say no. You didn’t care if you were being a shitty person; you didn’t think you could take any more of this torture. 

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

Your eyes were trained on your glass of water, but you didn’t need to look at him to know he was surprised. As much as you hated eavesdroppers, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to learn where this conversation was going. 

“I am.” Jimin chuckled nervously.

Jeno didn’t reply immediately. The rest of your friends were engaged in their own discussions with the people sitting next to them. The table wasn’t silent by any means, but the only things you could hear were Jimin waiting for his answer with bated breath and the pounding of your heart in your chest. 

Then, “I would be honoured.”

Oh, you were most definitely going to throw up.

02. you fall for them

You hadn’t talked to Jeno ever since dinner with your group.

He hadn’t reached out to you, and you hadn’t tried to contact him either. You’d received a text from Jimin the next day about the specifics of her date with Jeno. They were supposed to meet up for lunch at a restaurant near your college campus and then go out to watch some sappy rom-com. 

He didn’t even care for rom-coms. You’d begged him to watch one with you countless times and he’d always turned you down. Part of you wondered if he knew Jimin was updating you about everything and he was purposely pulling this shit to get back at you. 

But you dismissed the notion immediately. No way were you so dense and self-centred. Maybe Jeno genuinely was into Jimin. 

Your phone began ringing, and you rolled over on your bed, blindly searching for it on your bedside table. God, you hated being woken up in the middle of your afternoon naps. It almost always guaranteed a headache. 

“Hello,” you said groggily, your throat raw and dry. “Who is this?” 

“Oh! Did I wake you up?” It was Jimin. She sounded upbeat. Your heart sank. “I’m so sorry!” 

Pushing yourself up, you rubbed the gunk out of your eyes and made your way to the window. The darkness made you bump into the corner of your study table, and you bit down on your lip to keep a yelp from escaping. Hobbling, you threw the curtains open and said, “No worries. My alarm was just about to ring. How was the date?” 

Laughter bubbled from the other end of the phone line. “It was cool! He is a really good guy. No wonder everyone is head over heels for him. He opened the door for me, didn’t let me spend any money even though I asked him out, was an excellent listener, called me pretty and beautiful, and drove me back home. Oh, God, and the eye-contact? It made him a hundred times sexier.” 

Seems legit, you thought to yourself. Jeno had always been a gentleman. The other girls you’d set him up with had pretty much given you the same feedback. Part of you felt relieved that this date hadn’t been any different than the others he’d been on. 

Except the rom-com part, of course. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why he would agree to something he hated. 

“Ah, I’m happy for you, Jimin!” you exclaimed, trying your best to mean what you said. Your own words tasted like ash on your tongue. “Are you guys going on a second date?” 

“I’m not sure, to be honest. He said he had a great time with me, but when I tried to ask him out again, he just hugged me. That took me by surprise, and I kinda just forgot.” She laughed. “I know good dates usually end with a kiss, but the fact that he didn’t go for one didn’t bother me.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. Sitting on the ledge of your window, you asked, “That sounds nice. Do you think you’ll try asking him again?”

The last thing you expected her to say was no. And the way she said it… she didn’t sound sad or upset or disappointed. She sounded like herself. She sounded the way one would when they talked about the weather. 

It confused you. Didn’t Jimin just say the date was really good? She sounded so happy and delighted. Why was she backing out now?

“I—I don’t get it,” you sputtered. “I thought you were into him. I thought you had a great time today. Why aren’t you going to ask him out again? Did something else happen—?”

“Calm down.” She chuckled. “Nothing happened.” 

“Huh? Then what’s the problem?”

“Nothing happened,” she repeated. “That’s the problem. I like Jeno. He’s attractive, funny and caring. He’s everything a girl would want in a guy. But there was no spark between us. I had a great time with him, but hanging out today didn’t feel any different than usual. It felt like I was hanging out with a good friend, not with a potential romantic interest.

“I was looking forward to exploring what I felt for him. Turns out, it was just physical attraction. It also turns out that he wasn’t into me at all. If it wasn’t obvious the night we all went out for dinner, it was glaringly clear today. I think part of the reason he said yes was that he didn’t want to hurt my feelings,” she added. “The other—major—part was that he’s in love with someone else, and I would rather die than be a homewrecker.”    

“Oh,” you said again. You didn’t know how to respond to that. What did she mean Jeno is in love with someone else? You didn’t dare focus on the last part of what she’d said. You didn’t dare hope that the person she was referring to was you. “Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work out between the two of you. I’m sure you’ll find someone else easily. You’re a delight. Anyone would be lucky to date you.”

Jimin laughed again. “If you weren’t in love with Jeno too, Y/N, I would have thought you were into me.” 

It took a second for the words to register, but when they did, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Forcing yourself to laugh, you croaked, “Whatever do you mean?” 

Saying that was a mistake. You should not have asked her to elaborate. She was going to make you come to terms with your feelings, and all the time and effort you’d spent denying and trying to get rid of them was going to go down the drain. 

Before she could speak, you made a static sound with your mouth. Then, you pretended that the connection was really bad. “Wha—hear—you. Try—back. Hell—?” 

You hung up before Jimin could call you out on your bullshit. A moment later, you saw a text pop up. 

[jimin]: that was soooo unsubtle  [y/n]: idk what ur talking ab!!!!!!! [jimin]: sure [jimin]: also a tiny heads up [jimin]: i told jeno to stop being a pussy and an asshole so he’s on his way 2 ur place now [y/n]: WHAT THE FUCK [jimin]: i’m going 2 pretend u said thank u [jimin]: don’t forget ab our dinner date tmrw [jimin]: have fun <3 

It was crazy how the bell rang almost immediately after you read the last text. You wondered if the timing was planned and that Jimin had told Jeno to wait till she gave him the go-ahead. 

You trudged to the front door and took a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey,” Jeno mumbled with a small smile. His hair was ruffled, as if he had run his hands through it several times. “Can I come in?” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded and moved out of the way to make space for him to step inside. He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jeans and stood awkwardly. 

“You can sit,” you said, feeling the corners of your lips curl up in amusement. 

He sighed and wove his fingers through his strands again. “Not before I apologise for my behaviour. I was completely out of line that day,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them.” 

“So you don’t think I’m unattractive?” 

You meant to tease him, but the next thing you knew, he was standing toe-to-toe with you, a desperate and guilt-ridden expression adorning his face. “God, no. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I only said that because… because I knew it would hurt you.” 

Jeno was standing too close to you. You could barely breathe, much less think. But that didn’t stop you from asking, “Why would you want to hurt me?” 

He didn’t answer for what felt like an entire minute. He only kept staring at you, an internal battle raging inside him. Then, he let loose a breath of frustration and moved away. He refused to look at you, and your patience kept slipping with each moment that passed. 

Right when you thought it would snap, Jeno spoke up, “It hurt me when you said you and I would only ever be friends. I know how stupid it sounds, but it really did. For years, I’d been pining after you and hoping that maybe we could be something more in the future. I felt like an idiot when I realised wouldn’t ever view me in that light. 

“You got so defensive when Chenle said all our friends were suspicious of us being in a secret relationship. I couldn’t help but wonder if you felt disgusted at the idea of us being together. I got angry at myself for being naive and said those horrible things without even realising.” 

You didn’t know what to say. This was the second time you’d been rendered speechless in the past thirty minutes. It was one revelation after the other; you were having a hard time keeping up.

“You—you like me?” you stuttered. 

Jeno laughed humourlessly and looked you dead in the eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

You took a step back. “No, no, no, no—”

“Yes,” he pressed. “I’m sorry that I do. I know this changes everything, but I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I just—”

“Why would you go out with Jimin if you… if you love me?” you whispered. 

“Partly to see your reaction and partly in an attempt to get over you,” he admitted. “It didn’t work. I just—I just couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time I was with her. I felt so guilty for saying such terrible things because I couldn’t deal with my emotions and come to terms with reality. I’m really sorry, Y/N.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry too.”

“You don’t have to apologise for not loving me back—”

“That’s not what I’m apologising for,” you interrupted and walked towards him until your abdomens were touching. “I’m apologising for not seeing it sooner. I’m apologising for encouraging Jimin to ask you out even though it killed me. I’m apologising for denying my feelings time and time again. I’m apologising for saying we would only ever be friends. The last thing I want is for our relationship to be platonic.” 

Jeno was barely breathing. “What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying I love you too, Lee Jeno,” you mumbled and stood on your toes, cupping cheeks with your palms. “I’m saying I want you to kiss me.” 

The words didn’t register immediately, but his lips were on yours the moment they did. 

Jeno’s arm snaked around your waist, and he pulled you closer. His hand grabbed your neck from behind, and he tilted his neck to the side, deepening the kiss. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. All you could feel was him. Your nerve-endings were short-circuiting, and pure adrenaline was coursing through your veins. You didn’t think you’d ever been as satisfied and euphoric as you were right now.

Jeno’s lips slotted with yours perfectly. You smiled to yourself upon realising he tasted like chocolates. Your best friend always ate a piece before any event he deemed to be very important. He claimed they gave him good luck. 

Letting go of one of his cheeks, you grabbed the round collar of his shirt and pressed your mouth harder against his. The nights you’d spent wondering how kissing him would feel and then hating yourself immediately for having such thoughts amounted to this. 

You didn’t want to hold back. 

But you had to ask him a question. It didn’t matter how stupid or ridiculous it was; you wanted to know the answer. So, you broke the kiss and inquired with your body still tangled with his, “Why the hell did you agree to watch a rom-com with Jimin?” 

“Really?” he asked exasperatedly. “You wanna talk about Jimin while we’re making out?” 

“I wanna know why you watched a rom-com with her when I’ve been begging you to watch one with me for so long,” you corrected. 

Jeno was silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to tell you. You raised an eyebrow. “Well,” he started, blowing out a breath. “She told me you set her up with me, and it pissed me off even more. I knew she’d tell you all about our date, so I suggested we watch a rom-com. I knew you’d be riled up once you realised.” 

You snorted. Who knew? You weren’t actually being a self-centred narcissist when you suspected the same. “You’re an idiot. I was already riled up you were going out with her.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he teased. “Why’d you encourage her in the first place then?”

“Honestly, at first, I thought I could use you to further my friendship with her,” you admitted. Jeno scoffed in disbelief. “Yeah, I know. That was kinda shitty of me. But when I realised I was falling for you, I pushed her to pursue you in an attempt to convince myself I was not into you. That obviously backfired and did the very opposite. I was horribly miserable. I wanted to shoot myself everytime I heard her gush about you.” 

He smirked. “She gushed about me?” 

“Oh, get over yourself.” You shoved his shoulder playfully. “How’d you end up here after your date? Jimin texted me that you were coming.”

“Tough, but I’ll try.” He laughed. “She was probably able to tell how disinterested I was. After the date when I dropped her home and hugged her instead of kissing her, she just confronted me and asked if I was in love with you. Then told me to not bother answering because it was obvious. She said she didn’t want to get in the middle of us and threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t come here to make amends immediately.” 

You grinned. “Oh, the things I would have done to witness that scene.” 

“It was scary.” Jeno frowned. “She hit my shoulder really hard when I said I was in love with you and called me an idiot for going out with her. I think she was angry at herself too for being oblivious to our situationship. It was one of the weirdest dates I’ve ever been on.” 

“Jimin actually said she had a great time with you. She told me it was nice.”

“Really?” he asked, sounding surprised. 

You placed a chaste kiss on Jeno’s mouth. “Hmm, I wonder how good the best date you’ve ever been on would be then.” 

He chased your lips and kissed you back deeply. Caressing your cheekbone with stars twinkling in his eyes, Jeno said, “I guess we’ll know when I take you out.”

“No way, are you officially asking me out on a date, Lee Jeno?” you asked, and let out a fake gasp. 

“Damn right I am,” he declared. “I don’t want the amusement park trip with our friends to be our first day out as a couple. Do you wanna grab some food tomorrow afternoon? We can go to the trampoline park before that.” 

You smiled softly. “That sounds wonderful. But,” you added. “No more flirting with restaurant staff for free food, or I’ll go ballistic on you.” 

Jeno laughed, and you thought it was the most beuatiful sound you had ever heard. His chest rumbled with the force of it, his eyes creasing to look like small crescent moons. Slipping his hand into yours, he squeezed once. 

“Wouldn’t even dream of it.” 

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[whatswrongwithblue]

Alastor Headcannons

Fem cat demon reader in a relationship with the Radio Demon

SFW

Rosie introduced him to you. Maybe not necessarily with the idea that you two would be romantic, but she saw similarities between you two and knew you would eventually hit it off.

Once you stopped constantly arguing, that is.

The man had been an Overlord for so long and had sworn off attempting romance for an even longer period, that he genuinely did not recognize his feelings for you as romantic inclinations at first.

He knew he liked you. Admired you. And enjoyed your company. Could talk to you for hours about anything and everything. So obviously that meant he wanted to own your soul.

That blew up in his face – almost literally.

He quickly found out there was nothing he could offer you, or do to you, including putting you in harms way, to force you into making any kind of deal with him. He couldn’t make himself do a damn thing to you. And that scared him and made him avoid you for a long time after that.

But when you two did eventually reunite, it was a lightbulb moment for him, and he pretty much immediately started pursuing an actual relationship with you.

PDA isn’t really his thing, besides hand holding and possibly a hand on the small of your back if he’s feeling extra possessive or wanting to show you off.

The biggest exception to this rule is dancing. He loves to take you dancing.

Surprisingly, he really doesn’t mind others knowing you two are an item.

Some might think he’d want to hide it, worried that others would see you as a weakness to exploit but honestly? Who would dare go after something the Radio Demon held in such high regard. Let them try, my dear.

In private, if he’s in a good mood, he’s quite the sweety.

His love language is definitely acts of service and quality time.

He’ll want to start each day relaxing, enjoying coffee and breakfast with you. He cooks. And throughout the day he really enjoys just being the same room with you, even if you’re both absorbed in your own tasks.

In private, if he’s in a bad mood, he’s very distant.

Don’t touch him and try not to interrupt his work.

He’ll still unconsciously show his affection for you by letting his guard down in these moments.

He’ll let his mask slip a little, show you how upset he is when he would never let anyone else know what’s capable of actually getting under his skin.

He’ll be in some disheveled state. Have his jacket off, or bow tie undone, or hair tied back. He’ll have his microphone across the room. Little things to show he’s still comfortable being vulnerable with you but still . . . best not push it because then he’ll get a little mean.

If you’ve accidentally hurt his feelings in some way, then the insults will start. He’ll call you annoying or dramatic, but he won’t raise his voice unless you do first. He rarely swears so when he does, you know he’s completely at his wits end with you or with whatever else has upset him.

He would never ever lay a hand on you.

If he’s really pushed to the edge, his power might be harder to control. Lights may break, his shadow will go nuts on the wall around you, and he’ll even take on a more demonic, imposing form, but you’ll still feel completely safe in his presence.

Have I mentioned how rare these arguments are? There’s a reason why he’s comfortable enough to be in a relationship with you, because 99% of the time, you understand each other perfectly and can calm the other one down.

At the end of a “no touch day” he’ll usually come find you and initiate some type of cuddle. Usually once you’ve already gone to bed.

He’ll slip under the sheets behind you, probably still a little damp from a shower, and either be the big spoon or, if you’re awake, rest his head on your chest while you stroke his ears.

Those ears are mighty sensitive. Not in a sexual way, but it always sooths his exhausted nervous system when he allows you to touch them like that.

That, and your purrs. No lullaby in the world is as potent as the mesmerizing sensation of your purrs when his body is laid close against yours.  

It took him a few months to admit it, but after the first time he told you he loved you; he says it all the time. His mother always told him you couldn’t overuse that phrase if you meant it, so you tend to hear it multiple times a day.

He isn’t fluent in Louisiana Creole, but he knows a few phrases, and will slip into the native accent of his youth and whisper them in your ears when he’s trying to sooth you if you’re the one upset.

He took decades to propose. You never pestered him about it, but Rosie did – and that probably made him take even longer to get around to it than if she had just let it alone.

Neither of you were super into the idea of a big ceremony but then word got out and half of Cannibal Town was asking about Save the Dates so you two decided that while the vow exchange would be short and sweet, the reception would be a fucking party.

NSFW

Sex had not been a part of this man’s life for a very long time.

He’d only been in two brief relationships, once as a teen, and once later to appease his mother, and neither one exactly went well.

Even his rut, which makes most other demons sex-crazed, used to just make him more aggressive and territorial. The physical aspects of it were easy to take care of in private, so he never had to seek out other outlets.

But then you came along and while it still wasn’t as much of a priority for him as it was for you, he still found himself enjoying and even desiring that kind of intimacy with you.

For the first time in . . . well, ever . . . he found himself initiating sex with someone, rather than the other way around, and you found yourself pleasantly satisfied whenever he was in the mood.

Don’t get me wrong, he could still be - and was often - very touch adverse, especially after a difficult day.

But if he’s happy and relaxed and you’re around . . . you two are going to end up under the covers.

He used to hate his tail. He’d even cut it off more than once, but it always grew back. But you liked it and he liked anything that pleased you. And then you started touching it during intercourse and he really liked that.

If the guy has one cum button, it’s you stroking his tail while he’s inside you.

It also really helps that you are so comfortable with your tail and you constantly let him touch it.

He’s definitely a top. Sex is just not interesting to him unless he knows you’re getting off, so it’s either mutual pleasure or your pleasure, but he doesn’t care for anything that involves just his body.

You enjoy going down on him, and it’s okay for him, at least for starters, but he rarely lets you do it for very long. It’s just . . . boring, for him. He’ll compromise and 69 if you’re really in the mood for that kind of thing.

He gets very excited when you’re in heat.

It’s the only thing that can -almost- always override his touch aversion on a bad day.

The idea of you wanting him that much, to the point of it being a near constant physical need for him to be inside you, really gets him going.

He wears out faster than you do, but even after he can’t get it up anymore, he has a multitude of other appendages (fingers, tongue, tentacles) and even some toys that he thoroughly enjoys using on you until you are finally sated.

He’s not one for dirty talk. It makes him uncomfortable, and he finds it distracting. He stays pretty quiet himself during sex, but he loves the needy little moans and whines you make.

He does bite.

And slap your ass.

He’s not usually one for restraints or whips, but he does enjoy marking you with his teeth and claws. Again, this man wanted to own your soul, so he’s going to enjoy leaving physical reminders all over your body that you are his.

His rut is much harder to handle now that he’s sexually active.

And he’s very different in bed when he’s in a rut.

That’s when he dirty talks.

And that’s when he really gets rough.

You have on more than one occasion been face fucked to the point of choking and tears.

And those shadow tentacles really come out to play during that time of year.

They’ll be wrapped around your body, your neck, limbs, etc. They’ll fuck your mouth, your ass, any part of you that his cock isn’t in. He wants you completely controlled and filled up by him when he’s fucking you in his rut.

And he can go for a very long time. Multiple times. You learned after the first year to just plan on taking a vacation that time of year because really, other than eating and sleeping, he pretty much demands that’s all you two do.

He can sometimes lose control of his power and his bodily form during sex.

You’ll know when he’s close to climax because those antlers get massive and his eyes tend to go black. And if he’s in a rut, he can get a little  . . . big.

Like, all of him. His entire body. But also yes, his dick gets larger then, too.

One time, you were just about to say you were getting stretched a little too much down there, and his weight was starting to crush you, when he literally broke the bed. That’s all hot and steamy in romance novels, but you just about broke your tail that night and ended up nearly impaled by the bed frame.

Another time, he got his antlers stuck in the backboard of the bed and that was even more embarrassing for him than breaking the actual bed had been because it took him so long to calm down enough to control the size of those things and meanwhile you had just been pinned beneath him and laughing hysterically at the very horny, very frustrated, very stuck husband of yours.

He’s a self-inflicted insomniac and doesn’t let himself sleep much, so after sex, he tends to pass out next to you and when he finally wakes up, he usually insists you join him in the bath or shower for some aftercare.

He’ll help clean any wounds that haven’t already healed, massage your overworked muscles, and verbally check in with you that he didn’t take things too far. Especially since after a rough rut-induced session, he gets awfully insecure about the things he did to you in the heat of the moment.

Of course, you’re always happy to ensure him that you really enjoy that side of him and you’ve never felt like he’d taken anything too far with you.

(P.S. These are some ideas I worked through on what this ace-spectrum Overlord man would be like in a committed relationship for my new OC wife x Alastor fic. I’ve been working on it for weeks now and am just about ready to start posting. It’s been very difficult writing him truly in character while also navigating meeting my OC, coming to terms with his feelings for her, and how he would behave as a partner/husband. For this post - so that it can be its own standalone work - I’ve changed all the wording to Y/N, with the only specifics being that Y/N is a cat demon. But if you really enjoyed this, I hope you’ll stick around for The Fire in the Sin. It’s going to essentially be all of the above turned into a novel, that’s half prequel and half current events for Hazbin Hotel.)

[mellowwillowy]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐞 ♥

⤷ Synopsis: You should never eat what a mafia ringleader had for you, but your husband accepted it nonetheless. What could go wrong with a box of chocolate?

⤷ warnings — Aphrodisiac Sex, GN Reader, general yandere warnings

⤷ Ask: Well well smut fics??😏, reader accidentally eating a chocolate that has aphrodisiac in it and literally aching for yulian, so...ofc yulian helped reader♿🛐,make readers leg suffer,thank you!

"'s hot inside me... dear..." You whined at your husband as you grind your crotch against his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his eyes watched the sweat forming on your forehead dripped down.

His fingers slightly grazed your clothed sex on its own before his lip hungrily devoured yours as he caged you on the wall– tongue feeling the insides of your mouth while whining at how your tongue tangled with his, a fight for dominance.

"Dear... fuck- don't... don't tease- me!"

He was trying his best to withhold himself, to not accidentally make you unable to stand again after hours of forcing orgasms upon orgasms on you. The aphrodisiac, that damned chocolate that Kaspar bought for him! He didn't expect you to be the one who ate it at all!

"Try this pal', bet your spouse will fall head over heel on you."

It was supposed to be him who ate it right? Or did he mean you instead? Either way, you eating without him noticing it earlier was already a problem. He really didn't want to screw up again, but the sight of you being so needy, it's driving him nuts.

"Fuck- alright, what else can I do?"

Yulian was a man of etiquettes and seeing him hissed with curses was a rare sight alas pleasing. He started by loosening the tie to his shirt as his hand slipped into your underwear, fingers working skillfully while feeling your needy sex.

"O-oh! The-there!"

You couldn't even form a proper word anymore, just by him touching you directly, a wet patch formed on the fabric that clothed your crotch. Tonight will be a wild ride, you thought to yourself. Yulian carried you with both his arms, striding toward your shared bedroom.

There, he placed you gently on the bed before undressing you, allowing you to finally breathe- free from the suffocating clothes that prevented you from rubbing your skin against him. As though unable to bottle his arousal anymore, Yulian hastily undressed but his lip never left yours, always connected with you in one way or another.

Did he perhaps get the aphrodisiac effect from the kiss you two shared? Just why was his mind so clouded with you? His cock ached for attention but he knew better, he had to make your thighs choke him tight as he made you moan like a bitch in heat.

He hoped the men he stationed around you were smart enough to leave before he slammed their heads hard onto the concrete wall, permanently damaging their hearing. No one gets to hear you like this except him and he will ensure it.

Finger sinking into your hole, assisted by the fluid you produced as a lube- he explored your insides in excitement, he knew exactly where to go in order to feel that one spot that never fails to make you raise your hip and grind against his curled fingers.

"There there, good. Feeling good?"

You nodded, evident by how tears pooled in your eyes, it was too much but addicting nonetheless. Was it the aphrodisiac or had it always been him who made you squirm like this?

"More," You whined out, "I want more of you~ need you to feel me inside out~!" Had it not been for the aphrodisiac, you wouldn't have begged this pathetically. You should thank it for not making you bury your face into the pillow and ass up for him to take for granted!

Yulian swallowed the lump inside his throat before gently caressing your face with his other hand, the other still curling inside of you, "My dearest," he said while peppering your face with kisses, "shouldn't say something like that."

Just before the cold could hit your body, his words made the heat inside you burn even more.

"Is it not natural for me to perform that duty? This is a husband's duty."

Head practically buried in your sex, making you jolt from the sudden intrusion. Yulian is a man of word and you bet your whole fortune that tonight will be the night when your thighs will shake from all the orgasms that he forced his way into you.

"I don't think my dearest can get even a wink of sleep tonight, yeah?"

Sleep would be nothing but a luxury of being away from this man's never-ending stamina. You could picture it, all the poses the two of you would be using tonight. Even better, you saw it.

You saw Yulian unwrapped the chocolate that you ate. It was his client's gift so what harm could come from eating it? And yet it had you shaking in arousal, needy of your husband's touch and kisses. Now that he had eaten it, would it have the same reaction on him as well?

"Hmm," Yulian licked his fingers clean before staring back at you, "now we both feel the same, be it pain or pleasure, I am dying to feel what you are feeling dear."

Yulian is a man of words. Can you imagine how much pain he was in just to feel how you were tortured repeatedly until the two of you reunited?

"Now," Yulian lined his mouth back to your sex, "enough talking and more action now, shall we?" He offered his hand for you to hold, linking the two of you as a form of solace even amidst lust.

"Want you to gush your sweet nectar all over me."

He started to feel your sex with his tongue, hand working diligently, "Want you to shake in pleasure until you can't stand," he starts rutting his cock against the bedsheet, did the aphrodisiac finally take effect?

"Want you to take me really well after these."

And you won the bet. You, folded into a mating press position. You, face buried into the pillow with your ass clapping against his pelvic bone. You, pressed against the wall while your legs circled his waist. You, in a classic yet loving missionary, watching how drop-dead gorgeous your husband was, his emerald orbs never failed to drown you in love with him.

And so were your eyes to him. Your tongue lolled out, eyes crossed out while sweat glistened the two of you. It was damp despite the cold air that surrounded you.

And yet the two of you wished this could somehow just last for eternity.

Never mind about giving Kaspar an earful, he'd just shrug it off for making the two of you share yet another lustful yet passionate night.

"I love you, dear."

[cjlouwho]

Bucktommy prompt - maybe something fun and summery? beach day or Tommy knows a guy who lets them use his pool for the day or a cook out in the backward, could be just the two of them or them dragging Eddie along to cheer him up or the entire crew. Just something fluffy and happy!

this is... not what you asked for. Although it does include dragging Eddie along. But, I still hope you enjoy!

“Tommy!” Eddie greeted, a little surprised to see the man at his door. “What are you doing here? Did I miss your call?”

“Uh, no. I'm kidnapping you, apparently?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “You're what?”

“Kidnapping you,” Tommy repeated with a nod. “You have to come with me.”

“I don't understand what's happening.”

Tommy sighed. “Listen, man, Evan told me I had to be the one to come to the door. Said you'd fight him more than you'd fight me. Told me to tell you we're kidnapping you and taking you to a spa thing.”

“You're not supposed to tell him where we're going!” Buck's voice rang out from the driveway. Tommy took a step back so Eddie could poke his head out. There was Buck, sitting in his Jeep with the window down.

“What the hell are you doing, Buck?”

“Ugh! Just get a change of clothes and get your ass in the Jeep or I'm gonna have Tommy hoist you over his shoulder and shove you in the trunk!”

“What?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Yeah, I will not be doing any of that.”

“You're my muscle, Tommy!” Buck yelled.

“Okay, Buck,” Eddie took a step out onto the entryway, “you can just take your Jeep and your spa and your,” he motioned to Tommy, “your muscle someplace else. You're nuts!” He went to head back into his house, but Tommy placed a hand on the door before he could shut it.

“Please just come with us,” he practically begged. “He's had his clipboard out for two days and it's usually cute and, if I'm being honest, kinda hot-”

“Gross.”

“-but this time it was just terrifying. His checklist was seven pages, Eddie. Single spaced. Help me.”

Eddie glared at him, but his shoulders fell and he relented. “Fine.” He stepped back out and pointed at Buck, “But I'm doing this for Tommy, not for you!”

Buck smiled brightly. “Don't care!”

*****

They were quiet for the nearly hour long car ride to wherever Buck was taking them. It wasn't until they pulled up to some giant pop up tents in the middle of the desert that both Tommy and Eddie realized they had both been duped.

“What the hell is this?” Eddie asked.

“This is a meditation retreat.”

Tommy stared over at Buck from the passenger seat. “You said we were going to an overnight spa.”

Buck nodded. “It did include the word 'spa' on the initial brochure I received.”

“You've got to be joking!” Eddie exclaimed. “Are you clinically insane?”

“Not officially.”

“Evan.”

“Come on, guys! It- It'll be fun,” Buck said, turning off the car. “This lady told me all about it on a call. I checked everything out. They've got different activities in each of the tents, tons of food, a trail to go on. We can connect with each other and nature.”

Eddie's eyes drifted between Buck and the keys in his hand.

“No,” Buck warned.

Eddie lurched forward and grabbed for Buck's keys, nearly elbowing Tommy as he and Buck got into a cat fight for control of the car.

“Give me the keys, Buck!” Eddie yelled.

“No! This is for your own good!”

“Guys-”

“Buck, I was promised a spa day!”

“I promised nothing!”

“Guys-”

Somehow in the chaos, Buck managed to open his sweatpants and drop the keys inside. Eddie stopped, pulled back just enough to turn to Tommy. “You get 'em,” he instructed.

“Excuse me?”

“It's nothing you haven't touched before!”

“I am not grabbing at my boyfriend's dick to get the keys, Eddie.” Tommy opened the passenger door and stepped out, leaning down to face the other two. “Let's just get this over with and we'll be home tomorrow.” He slammed the door and headed for the trunk to get their things.

Buck smirked over at Eddie. “Are you ready to transcend?”

“Sleep with one eye open, Buck,” Eddie warned, scooting over to the door to get out. “One eye open!”

*****

After dropping off their things to a tent that they'd be sharing with nearly 40 other people (something Buck apparently didn't know judging by the look on his face), they headed to the meditation tent.

“I heard this is a great way to lower your blood pressure, increase pain tolerance, and reduce anxiety,” Buck whispered as they entered the space.

“All true,” a woman with the softest voice they'd ever heard greeted them at the entrance. Her nametag read Shawna. “We do like to warn that transcendental meditation can, while very rarely, cause anxiety symptoms, physical pain, dizziness, depersonalization, and derealization. All temporary, of course.”

The three men shared looks, then slowly backed out of the room, with Buck explaining. “I think we'll, um, look around and uh, try this later.”

*****

Next they headed to the 'cleansing center' which turned out to be a mud pit that everyone was entering sans clothes.

“This does not look sanitary, Evan,” Tommy said, grimacing at the thought of where all that mud would end up.

Eddie shook his head. “I am not bathing nude in mud with either of you.”

“It didn't... They didn't mention this online,” Buck admitted.

“Maybe you should start with some refreshments.”

Tommy jumped when he realized Shawna was right beside him. “Oh God! You are quiet.”

She smiled gently. “A lot of our newest members are often thrown off by some of our methods here. But we have a tent over there with delicious food and drinks. You could start there.”

*****

Leaving Shawna behind, they walked to the refreshments tent. There were two tables with food spread out over them, along with cups of lukewarm water.

“Mung bean salad,” Eddie read off an index card beside a plate of food. “You brought me out to the desert for mung bean salad, Buck?”

“That can't be all they have.” He pointed to something in front of Tommy. “What's that?”

“Garlic vegan-parmesan white beans,” Tommy read. “It's like eighty-five degrees out here and they've got garlic parmesan beans?”

They moved down the line until Buck stopped at something else. “Okay, this! How about fifteen... bean... casserole. Why is everything bean?”

“Because beans are a great source of protien.”

“Jesus!” Tommy jumped again, Shawna beside him. “Seriously, do you glide or something?”

“You know what,” she said, placing her hands on her hips, “I think I have the perfect place for you three. Come along, follow me.”

Reluctantly, the group followed her to yet another tent, this one empty. She gestured for them to sit on these little towels that were lying on the ground in a circle, and once she closed the tent doors she joined them.

“I'm sensing tension between you three,” she began. “When we sense tension in a group, we like to take you here to the reflection tent and have conversation.”

“There's no tension,” Eddie insisted tensely.

Buck scoffed. “Yeah. Okay.”

“See,” Shawna motioned between them. “There's the tension.”

“I'm actually pretty fine,” Tommy said. “Can I go?”

Shawna shook her head. “If one part of the throuple has an issue, then you all have an issue.”

Eddie snorted at that one. “We are not a throuple.”

“Oh.” The softness of Shawna's voice broke for a second. She cleared her throat to recover, “You're not?”

Buck shook his head, pointing around the room as he explained. “I'm dating him, he and him are good friends, and he and I are best friends. At least, we're supposed to be.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Buck.”

“Alright.” Shawna stretched her arms out to stop them. “Let's take a breath and readjust our inner monologue.”

“I actually have a question,” Tommy said, raising his hand.

Shawna nodded. “Please, lead the way.”

“Yeah, alright. Are you actually a certified therapist or...?”

Shawna smiled, although a bit coldly. “I believe life gives me all the certification I need.”

“So that's a no then.”

“Tommy,” Buck warned through gritted teeth. “Eddie needs our help, so that's what we're going to do.”

“I do not need your help, Buck! I don't even know what you're talking about. Everything's been fine.”

“Ha! It has not been fine, Eddie. I mean, look at you!” he exclaimed, waving his hand up and down in Eddie's direction.

Shawna and Tommy both looked over at Eddie, seemingly confused.

“Buck,” Shawna instructed, “why don't you tell us exactly what you mean?”

“The mustache,” he clarified. “It's a cry for help if I ever saw one.”

Tommy ran his hands through his hair. “You brought us here because of a mustache?”

Eddie glared. “You cannot be serious.”

“I am very serious. First Christopher left, then Gerrard came, you- you started working out more and more, and finally the mustache appeared. That's when I knew something had to be done.”

“Who is Christopher?” Shawna asked.

“He's Eddie's son,” Tommy explained, “that Evan helps take care of a lot, and I was starting to get to know.”

“And he left?”

“Because he,” Buck took over, “started a relationship with a lookalike of Christopher's dead mother.”

Eddie shook his head. “It was not a relationship.”

“It was a something-ship.”

Tommy was beginning to take pity on Shawna. Poor woman looked in way over her head.

“And Gerrard?” she asked.

“Gerrard was my old captain at the fire station I used to work at,” Tommy said. “He got transferred for being an asshole, but now he's back and he's currently their captain.”

“But not your captain?”

“No, because I transferred.”

Shawna paused. “But that's where you met your boyfriend and your friend?”

“Oh, no, I met them years after I transferred when I agreed to fly them through a hurricane to find their captain-at-the-time, who also used to be my captain, after their cruise ship got caught up in the storm.”

Shawna stared off into the distance. “I'm not sure life certified me for this,” she murmured.

“Let's get back to my mustache,” Eddie demanded. “There's nothing wrong with it.”

“Cry. For. Help,” Buck replied pointedly.

“His mustache doesn't even look bad,” Tommy defended, turning to Eddie. “It doesn't look bad.”

“Thank you, Tommy. See, Buck, Tommy likes my mustache!”

“Tommy also likes fanny packs. He's not the best for advice on fashion.”

“Hey!” Tommy folded his arms over his chest. “Fanny packs are convenient and they've made a comeback.”

“Fanny packs are just fine,” Eddie agreed. He held up his hand for a high-five, which Tommy returned.

“So now you're both ganging up on me?”

“No one's ganging up on you, Evan. We're just confused as to why we're here. Especially me though, because I'm good with both you and Eddie.”

“I thought we were good too!” Eddie exclaimed.

“We are good,” Buck reassured, “but you're not good. I- I don't know, Eddie. You're home all the time, you don't do much except work out and brush your mustache-”

“Brush your mustache?” Tommy questioned.

“-and I wanted to do something that got you out with your friends for a little bit. Something different. Maybe you find yourself in the process.”

Eddie took a breath, relaxing a bit at Buck's reasoning. “Buck, I appreciate you trying to help me, and I admit that I haven't exactly been social lately, but do you really think coming here is what's best for me?”

Buck glanced around the tent. Dirt under their feet, sweat dripping off their clothes, hunger pains already starting from the lack of edible food. “Probably not. Besides, the uh, the research I did online didn't mention like any of this stuff. I'm pretty sure we're at a cult right now.”

“It's a way of life,” Shawna interjected on deaf ears.

“Pizza and beer at my place?” Tommy suggested. “We'll have a movie marathon and, you know, air conditioning.”

They all began to stand.

“I'll get our stuff,” Eddie offered.

Buck nodded. “I'll start the car.”

“Thanks for all your help, Shawna,” Tommy said, sending finger guns her way. “You really... You did something.”

Shawna simply waved at them as they left, not even trying to get them to stay.

She needed to head to the meditation tent, stat.

[cillsworld]

My devotion to you✧₊⁺

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Ship|Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary|you fall for your corrupt psychiatrist and he takes advantage of that.

Word Count|2765

Warnings|smut(18+!), age gap, abuse of power?, mentions of violent acts, oral(m rec!), rough sex, forced breeding!, baby trapping, (very) mild use of fear gas, mentions of drugs.

Notes|Jonathan is canonically 26 and reader is 18, reader is horny asf which is so real honestly like girl is down baddddddd. Also this is my second fic/piece of writing ever so that's cool, honestly it's a bit repetitive but I don't hate it sooo enjoy!

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You had always been an aggressive individual, constantly getting into fights both verbal and physical, being a headache to your parents, teachers, fellow peers and sometimes even the police.

Their last straw was when you beat a girl to unconsciousness for whatever irrational reason your brain had come up with and decided that you needed to be confined in a nut-house in order to change.

The first few days you were here, you were kept in solitary confinement with a straight-jacket to contain you from scratching your own eyeballs out, if you weren't insane before, that experience surely confirmed it.

But your disdain for the asylum went away as soon as your first session with Dr. Crane started, in high-school you were never big on crushes or boys really, since they all looked like wet rats and you couldn't bring yourself to be attracted to them.

That all changed when you saw the man that was meant to be your psychiatrist, Dr. Crane was the only thing keeping your remaining sanity intact, the man was so breathtakingly beautiful that all you ever did in your free-time was fantasize about him and count down the minutes to when you'd get to see him again.

Each session would consist of your failed attempts to flirt with him while he tried to bring your attention back towards the topic at hand, he was also the only psychiatrist you hadn't been violent against, that's why he was the one who actually stayed, just like you wanted him to.

So here you were, a smile present on your face as he walked into the room where you sat, confined by a straight jacked but nonetheless excited to see him, "you look unusually giddy today, what's the occasion?" He questioned while taking a seat across from you, looking down at the clipboard in-hand as he adjusted his glasses.

"I'm getting to see you after a whole week!" You responded with a giggle, leaning over the desk a bit as you usually did to get a better look at him, he looked back up with a raised eyebrow and sighed.

"Maybe if you didn't attack that man in the cafeteria, you wouldn't have been kept in solitary for a week and you would be able to see me earlier" he spoke with that usual stern tone of his, his words making you frown immediately, he looked and sounded so upset with you that you wanted to cry on the spot.

"He took my apple! What else was I supposed to do?" You retorted defensively almost immediately, jumping up a bit, all he did was stare at you, with that look that he knew would make you contemplate everything you just did, you calmed down and slumped back in your chair with that cute, conflicted look on your face.

"I'm sorry for yelling doctor Crane, are you mad at me?" You questioned quietly, your voice going soft and barely above a whisper, he swallowed with pursed lips before looking back down at his clipboard, writing something down that you tried to peer over to get a look at.

"No.. No, I'm not mad" he responded dismissively with a shake of his head, "but I have to say, this session isn't starting quite the way I had hoped" he continued making your expression falter, looking back up at you, "don't you think you've given me enough trouble for the week?"

"I gave you trouble doctor Crane?" You questioned with confusion lacing your voice and expression, leaning over the table with furrowed eyebrows, hugging yourself tighter then you were being forced to.

"Yes. I wasn't going to tell you but your little outburst caused me a lot of trouble with my seniors, they think I'm not making progress with you fast enough and they should give you to someone else" you immediately opened your mouth to protest when he said that but a raise of his hand signaling you to keep quiet was enough to make you shut yourself up.

"Now, I'm going to need you to be well-behaved for this session or I might as well hand you over" he threatened, almost daring you to challenge his words, "so.. Are you going to be good for me today?"

God why'd he have to word it like that, you quickly nodded while absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together, "yes I will Doctor Crane, I promise!" You responded, perking up and he nodded muttering a small "good", almost smirking at your compliance of anything he says in response to the simplest threat of being away from him.

“Now, I want you to tell m-“ you couldn’t help but cut him off, at this point it was a habit of yours and a casual occurrence, “what’s in that box doctor crane?” You questioned with a tilted head, nodding towards the briefcase that he’d brought in for the first time.

Usually your interruption would annoy him but this time it caused a rush of excitement in him, “I’m glad you asked darling..” your face heated up at the nickname that he called you rarely, every time he had said it, it had caught you off guard.

He opened the little black briefcase and as soon as he did the air felt different, heavy, your heartbeat had started to rapidly increase and every inch of your skin was becoming sweaty and clammy as anxiety filled you and your brain went panic mode.

”What’s in there doctor Crane?” You continued with the questioning now looking as if you were incredibly sick, your skin pale and flushed, “this, is a special creation of mine.. it’s what I use to keep extreme cases in line..”

His voice gradually became more raspy and deeper as he talked about it, looking into the briefcase with so much admiration that you almost wished you were it.

“I don’t like it..” you mumbled weakly as he brought it closer to you, instinctively leaning back as he did so, your vision going a bit blurry as your stared down into it, Crane on the other hand scoffed at your words.

“You aren’t supposed to like it" he replied in an almost snappy tone, closing it shut as he did so, "my dear, I need you to understand that if you keep misbehaving as you have recently.."

"I won't hesitate to give you an actually proper dose of what is in here" he patted the case as if to emphasize his point and you let out a soft gasp, "why would you do that doctor crane? I said I was sorry.." Your voice shaky and quiet, starting to understand why those patients you'd overhear would always talk of Crane as if he was the devil.

"You're already scared?" The way he said your name had a mocking undertone in it that you hadn't yet heard from him, "I said if you misbehave" he felt like a broken record, constantly repeating the same things and not getting much progress in return and frankly it was starting to annoy him too much for your own good.

He saw that sense of relief wash over you at his words, he couldn't help but want to ruin that peace and bring back the look in your eyes that sent his heart racing, "or.. I could give you a demo right now?"

"No-" you cut him off quickly, "that.. That's not necessary" you couldn't quite put a pin on the look in his eyes, was it amusement? Excitement? Either way it gave you a rush of adrenaline you enjoyed.

"are you sure about that? because I have an inkling that you'll get me in trouble yet again, if you don't learn that your actions have consequences" he was so serious, more then usual, while speaking that you couldn't even try to trick yourself into thinking he was bluffing.

"I would never do anything to get you in trouble.. Not- not on purpose" you spoke hesitantly, not trusting your words at all, "really?" He mocked with raised eyebrows, "if you're really that devoted to me why don't you prove it?" He spoke in a bored tone, leaning back in his chair as he did so.

"how do I do that?" You questioned quickly, a subtle pout on your face, "I don't know" he retorted with a click of his tongue, "you tell me.."

As soon as the idea came to your brain your heart went racing, maybe you escalated things too quickly, dropping to your knees and scooting under the table to go towards Jonathan, when you peaked out of the table from in between his legs to make contact with his widened eyes, you tried not to smile, "I can pleasure you? To prove my devotion of course.."

"well that's certainly an idea.." As usual his tone was hard to read, he really was contemplating, he'd have to admit the sight of you between his legs batting your eyelashes at him was a pretty one, if that wasn't enough to make him uncomfortably hard you being in a straight jacket on top of that made it harder for him to refuse.

"get one chance and you become a bitch in heat.." His voice was so low that you almost didn't catch what he said and you almost wished you didn't, your cheeks heated up and you opened your mouth in protest but he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth, shutting you up.

"if we're going to do this I'm gonna need you to stay quiet okay?" He told you and you quickly nodded, "good, now get to work" he said dismissively before removing his hand and leaning back in his chair, unzipping his pants and pushing it down just enough that it'd be past his hips and you could see the outline of his cock through his boxers.

It seemed almost uncomfortable as the boxers seemed like they'd burst open any minute with how his cock was straining against them, your mouth was watering at the sight though you looked up at him in confusion when he made no move to take the boxers off.

He raised an eyebrow looking down at you, "what? I really need to spell it out for you?" His tone was so obviously condescending that you almost felt ashamed it was turning you on, "your hands may be useless but you still have a good set of teeth princess, use it"

So you did, craning up your neck to take the hem of his boxers between your teeth and slowly pull them down enough to release him from, you almost gasped at the sight of him, he was a little above average in length and girthy enough to make you question if you could fit him properly in your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out and licked a strip under it from the base till the tip of his cock, taking the head in your mouth, licking the pre-cum, his hand came up to take a fist full of your hair startling you, "speed up darling, I don't have all day" he told you in an unamused tone.

You swallowed him halfway and started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks in an effort to impress him, your body pressed up against his legs as you moaned around him.

All you got in response was a little groan, his grip on your hair tightened and he started pushing your head up and down at a faster pace, pushing you deeper each time, you looked up at him to see his flushed face and pretty blue eyes roll to the back of his head as he cursed under his breathe.

The sight sent waves of pleasure to your core and made you uncomfortably wet, "that's it princess, put your pretty mouth to good use" he muttered under his breathe as his thrusts became faster and more desperate.

Suddenly he pushed you all the way down and you eyes widened from surprise, gagging around him for a moment as you tried to adjust to the foreign breaching of your throat, your nose pushed into his trimmed hair as you whined, looking up at him through watering eyes, he let out a soft with at the sight.

"oh don't cry darling.." He spoke with feign sympathy, "this is what you wanted right? To pleasure me?" He mocked as you whined once more, instinctively trying to pull back for air, he let you go after a few moments, only giving you a few seconds to breathe before pushing you down again.

He bobbed you at the same place, letting himself bask in the pleasure as you gagged and choked with each thrust, it went on for a bit before he completely pulled you off and up so he could see you properly, standing on your knees a line of spit was connected from the base of his cock to your lips.

He reveled in the sight of your flushed face with tears streaming down it, messy hair and chest heaving, "good.. You did good darling.." He said under his breath, patting your cheek a bit too harshly, "but you didn't cum doctor crane.." You responded quietly, a pout on your glossy lips.

"oh that's not for you to worry about" he responded dismissively before standing up and pulling you with him, making you whimper from the pressure on your scalp, he turned you around before shoving you on the table and you let out a squeak of surprise.

"what're you doing doctor crane?" You questioned quietly, even though you knew the answer specially when he reached for the hem of your trousers, you wanted him to tell you.

"m'gonna fuck you baby.. " his raspy voice responded while undressing your lower half as blood rushed towards your face, "you can see it as a reward for your hard work.."

You could feel the head of his cock rubbing on your cunt, you squirmed and pushed back against him with a whine, urging him on, he grabbed your hair yet again and pulled you up, bending your body uncomfortably as he leaned down, "stop being so desperate darling, it's not a good color on you.."

Before you even had time to process it he pushed almost all the way in and your jaw dropped as a loud moan escaped you, his grip on your hair tightened as your expression contorted from the pain and pleasure of it all, eyes fluttering shut.

"fuck, I knew you'd have a tight little cunt from the moment I saw you" he breathed out, staying still for the moment to let the both of you adjust before pulling all the way out till the tip and then thrusting in again, repeating the process as loud moans escaped you.

"thought I told you to stay quiet earlier.." He muttered before letting your hair go and untying his tie, "but that's just how you bitches are huh? Get a good cock in you and you lose all control of yourself" you whined in protest but not for long before he gagged you with his tie and tied it behind your head.

He held your hips up as his thrusts soon resumed, letting you lay limp on the rocking table, squirming and mewling as he chased his own release, he reached a hand down to start rubbing at your clit with enough pressure to make you see stars and clench tightly around his dick, making him release a loud groan.

"pussy so tight she's fuckin chocking me.." He turned you around, deciding he wanted to see your face while you both came, see your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs shook from the pleasure, he didn't falter in his thrusts while you came, not caring if he was over stimulating you and more focused on his release.

Even though your head felt blank and too foggy to form a coherent thought you could feel him twitching inside you and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, making sure he came deep inside you.

Once her came off his high he quickly pulled out, "fuck, what did you do.." He panted out, raising one of your legs up to get a good look of his come dripping out of your hole and down your ass.

"now why would you do that?" He questioned; knowing you weren't allowed to or were on birth control, rising up and removing your makeshift gag, as soon as he did you craned up to kiss his stiff form.

"I love you Jonathan" you told him after pulling away with a smile, not bothering to answer his 'silly' question, all while he stayed a bit frozen, now realizing that he'd gotten himself into major shit.

[drtanner]

You know, I think I'm starting to understand why the sharing culture on this site is such dogshit now.

As I mentioned earlier in the week, I spent several solid hours going through my art and writing tags as far back as 2012 and manually deleting everything I found, including all of my own reblogs, because I don't expect my opt out from having my blogs' data scraped to be honoured, and seeing the difference in the way people interacted with my work back then and the way they interact with it now (or the way they don't interact with it at all, more specifically) was deeply and tragically enlightening.

tl;dr, despite having had a fraction of the followers back then that I have now, as well as being an objectively better artist and writer than I used to be 10+ years ago, my work travelled further and people engaged with it more, and they also sent me asks with drabble prompts and questions about my OCs all the time, whereas none of that happens at all anymore. This place was a lot more communal back in that pre-2016 era and generally a lot more rewarding and fun.

There's been plenty of posts going around over the last few years begging people to reblog because that's how this site works, but every one of those posts always winds up lousy with people saying they just click "Like" on things because they like them but not enough to put them on their own blog, or because they don't want to clutter their blog, or because tagging things is too much effort or whatever, and I'm noticing a pattern. There's something that all of these common responses have in common:

All of these people are wholly concerned with themselves and the way their blog looks, or what their blog is supposed to be for, or some other similarly entirely self-centred point of focus.

Listen. Other people have already tried to explain to you that that's not what this place is about or what this place is for or that you can make as many sideblogs as you want if you're trying to curate something specific, and they've had little success in emparting understanding to you, so I'm going to try a different approach.

Here are ten (10) benefits of reblogging that will make this site more fun and engaging for you, personally! ( b ._.)b

You get to keep the thing for yourself, but you also get to pass it along for other people to play with, too! Best of all worlds. How often do you get to keep a thing and share it?

Look in your Activity after you reblog something you enjoy to find other people who like the same things that you do! This is a terrific way to find new people to follow.

Sometimes you'll make a comment when you reblog something and later find that an awful lot of strangers are reblogging it from you directly for some reason. This is usually because someone else later down the line made a much stupider and worse comment and those strangers are now all clicking on your reblog so that they can reblog the post without that other person's stupider and worse comment on it. I like it a lot when this happens. You can get a lot of new followers this way, too!

Even if you don't have the time or spoons to play with jpegs like dolls yourself, your reblog can put the post in front of those folks who do. Playing with jpegs like dolls is half of what makes this site function; give it a bit of time, and the jpegs will cross your dash again with new additions. As it is with anything you love, set it free, and the love will come back to you one hundredfold. 💜

Look in your Activity after reblogging some art or writing to see people going nuts in the tags. You can also go nuts in the tags if you want; everyone loves seeing this when it happens, especially the artist or writer themselves.

Commenting with your reblog is like raising your hand to share your opinion with the whole room, whereas reblogging with your comment in the tags is more like whispering to the person next to you and keeping it between yourselves. Contrary to what you might have been told by others, both are perfectly fine and good and they each have their place. You can do both on the same reblog, even! Take part in the conversation!

If you're too shy to talk, reblogging without commentary is a lot like parallel play. You're all enjoying the same thing quietly together!

When you reblog things a lot, you'll start to see the same people popping up in your Activity feed all the time. These people are your friends whether you actually talk to them or not.

Stuck for something to say? Point out something you liked about the post! It can be something small! Acknowledging things that make you happy out loud is good for your mental health and also your soul.

Reblogging also invites other people who are doing all of these things to find and follow you!

There's so much to do on here beyond checking your dash and occasionally looking at the For You tab. You can discover all kinds of people and things by making a bit of an effort and having a poke around in your Activity feed and on the blogs of people who interact with the posts you're seeing and passing along! I promise you don't need an algorithm to do this for you; the action of exploring the landscape around you on this website is fun in its own right!

Get out there and see who your neighbours are. 💜

[lovifie]

Hey there Lovifie.

I hate to bother you but can I ask for a request?

You see the thing is that I’ve been having a few bad weeks lately and the news I got today just really pushed me to the point that I can’t stop crying now.

Long story short, I’ve applied again for another promotion within my department for my job; this would be the third time I’ve tried for one and for the third time I was passed over for someone else. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing wrong; why they're not choosing me. I’m doing everything they’re asking for, going above & beyond for them and more but apparently it’s just not good enough for them. I just don’t know what else I can do.

Now I feel like I’m not good enough for anything; I'm confused and it hurts. Can I please request a comfort fic of John Price or Poly141 comforting a curvy, Mexican female reader who just feels like she's not good? Please? 🙏🏽 💔

My dear, you are never ever a bother. I’m really sorry to hear you have been having the last couple of shitty weeks, I sent you a message before and I hope this cheers you up a bit and everyone that may be having a rough time 🩷

I did it with poly141 because if we are looking for comfort we are going all out!!

The boys are back home and you know it, they got home last week, spending most of the time together, bathing in each other comforting proximity, helping them decompress after their deployment. 

You didn't tell them about what was troubling your mind, they already have enough on their plate and you didn't want to bother them. Or that's what you thought it would be, a bother. 

That's why you are standing before the door, knowing you have to enter but trying to recollect your feelings to be able to portray a happy face when you finally open the door. 

But the door opens before you want it to, Simon's brown eyes staring at you. “What are you doing, lovie? The motion camera is going nuts…” he trails off, looking at how you try your hardest to look fine. “Everything alright?”

You quickly nod, walking past him, kissing his cheek standing on your tip toes. “Yeah, all good. Was trying to remember where I put my keys.” You laugh, thinking that it is believable as you enter. He doesn't buy it but chooses to stay quiet. You will talk when you need it. 

You leave your bag on the floor next to the door, taking off your shoes and Simon helps you take off your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to Johnny's. “How was work?”

“Horrible.” You think, but instead, you sight and murmur. “Tiring.”

“Did I hear somebody say they are tired?” Johnny's voice beams in the room when he walks to you like a happy puppy, hugging you from behind and hiding his face on your neck. You move your hand back to pet the back of his head. “You tired, mami?”

You nod, with a smile on your face. Closing your eyes when he kisses your cheek squishing your face with his. “Then eat dinner and straight to bed.”

“No shower?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, you are still clean for a couple more days. Right. Or are you stinky?” He says, moving his head back with a confused expression on his face, only for him to hide his face again in your neck making you chuckle when he sniffs your smell dramatically hard. “Yeah, not stinky.” 

He pats your butt, as in signing the deal that you don't need to shower and you smile shaking your head. 

His silliness is almost enough to make you forget the hardness of your day. Almost. 

“Is she home?!” Kyle's voice sounds from the kitchen and you follow his voice like a moth to the light. Hearing Simon tell Johnny to go shower his stinky self, making him whine. 

“Hi, Riri.” You say, using the nickname he hates so much. 

He groans, scrunching his face at you making you laugh. “I'm not Rihanna, love.”

“Hm, but you sound just like her when you shower.” You say hugging him from behind, he is standing in front of the stove, taking care of dinner. Some kind of pasta getting boiled while he works on the sauce on the pan right in front of you. 

So close to it, that when Kyle moves, threatening to tickle you for teasing him, you move your arm to shield yourself. But your forearm crashes with the pan, making it fall and burning you in the process. 

Kyle manages to catch it by the handle just in time before burning himself or spilling it all over the floor. He turns off both of the stoves, to make sure nothing burns while he checks on you. 

“You alright, love? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stood so close.” He says, but your eyes are glued to the spot of sauce on the ground. Almost nothing fell from the pan, barely enough to fill half a glass. 

But the thought in your mind makes you write it at the top of the list of things you have fuck up. And it makes your eyes tear up with the feeling of simply not being good enough.

“Sunshine.” Kyle calls you, cupping your face so you will look at him but his eyes follow you, seeing the sauce on the ground. “Hey, hey, it's okay.”

“I'm sorry.” Your voice cracks making you inhale to try and calm yourself down. “I'm sorry, Kyle.”

“Hey, what happened to Riri?” He asks with a kind smile on his face. “Don't apologise, love. It's okay, there is more sauce stuck to the spoon than on the floor, love. No problem, alright? Everything is fi- you are burnt!”

He cuts himself off when he sees your skin red with the burnt, he grabs your wrist pulling you to the sink to move your arm under running cold water. “I'm sorry, love. Poor baby…”

“Hi, mami.” Price says entering the kitchen, he must have just come out of the bathroom. Possibly kicked out by Johnny, because he enters the kitchen only wearing his pyjama pants, hair still moist. You look at him, eyes wet with tears making him furrow his eyebrows in worry. “What happened?”

“Little cooking accident, nothing to worry about.” Kyle answers, rubbing circles on your hand still under the water with his thumb. “Can you pass the mop, please?” Kyle asks, pointing with his face to the sauce on the floor. 

“I'll do it.” You say, trying to pull your hand from Kyle's grasp. “I spilt it, I'll clean it.”

“Nonsense, you and I are bothering Johnny to grab the burns cream from the bathroom. Let's go, we might see his bubble butt if we are lucky.” Kyle jokes, winking at you, trying to get you to smile. 

But you are already too deep in your own thoughts to do so, you sigh, rubbing your eyes at the sting of your tears and shaking your head. “I'm fine, I'm just… I'm just going to go to bed.”

“Without eating?” Simon walks into the doorframe, handing the mop to Price who cleans the floor keeping an eye on you. “Are you grounding yourself or what, love?”

And you try your best to not cry, to hold it in, at least until you are in your room, with your privacy to cry yourself to sleep. But then Johnny also walks in, talking about if anyone knows where his towel is; and his blue eyes catch yours, shining with worry when he sees your tears.

“What happened?” He asks, repeating Price's words without knowing it. 

You look at them, the four pairs of eyes looking at you, expecting an explanation, worry and curiosity clear on them. And it only makes your eyes sting more with a new batch of tears that easily roll down your cheeks. 

It makes you cover your face with your hands, sobbing softly against your palm. One of them hugs you, pressing you against his body and you know it's Price for the warmth emanating from his naked torso. 

“Let's go to the living room, the kitchen is too small for five people.” Simon comments, his hand resting on the small of your back, caressing comforting circles on it. 

When you don't move, Price moves his hands under your armpits, raising you to hold onto him like a koala. Crying on his strong shoulder like a baby, a big baby.

He sits down on the sofa, moving you so you are sitting on his lap sideways, your face still hidden on his neck. You feel everyone else find their place around the two of you. Kyle is sitting next to Price on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap, his warm hand resting on your calf under your trouser warming you up. Johnny is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his hand resting on your ribs, moving up and down as well, moving slowly to help you breathe slower. And Simon is kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, one arm bendt on the backrest of the sofa to lean his head on it and the other hand petting your head, brushing your hair. 

But no matter how comforting his touches are at the moment, the door holding the tears in has been opened and they are rolling freely down your face into Price's exposed shoulder. 

It's long after that, that you manage to breathe normally again. Still hiccuping but now oxygen getting to your lungs. 

Simon is the first that you look up, moving your hand from Price's shoulder to grab Simon's finger, the man curling his finger pulling your hand to his. A soft smile on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Price looks over your shoulder, using his thumbs to dry the tears from your face, kissing your cheek. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, the only answer he gets from you is in the way of shrugged shoulders. 

Simon stands behind you, letting your hand fall onto Kyle's and groaning when his knees pop as he stands up. He sits on the opposite armrest from Johnny, next to Kyle and looks at your face when Price moves you lower so you are resting your face on his chest. 

“What's wrong, love?” Price asks looking at you, his hand petting your thigh. 

“I… I just keep fucking everything up…” You admit, voice tiny, afraid that if you speak any louder the tears will return. “I ruined dinner, I ruined tonight, I ruined everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks behind you. “You haven't ruined anything, lass. Everything is right.”

“Surprisingly, Johnny's right, love.” Gaz says, Johnny making an offended noise behind you. “Nothing is ruined, love…”

“Did something happen at work today?” Simon asks, regretting the moment you lock eyes with him and your eyes glisten with tears. 

You nod again, melting into Price's arms. “We are proud of you, you know that right?” Price says, making you sob again. “We were proud before today, we will be proud tomorrow, we were proud of you weeks ago and we will be even more proud of you in the future.”

“You don't even know what happened…” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

“We don't need to.” Johnny says. “We know you. And we know that you always try your best, that you work your ass off and that you are a bloody good worker, love.”

“Yeah, I just need to make my boss see it too.” You mumble, sadness being replaced by annoyance. 

“We can always murder him.” Simon says, earning himself a group groan of his name. “I'm just saying.”

“What Simon's trying to say.” Price says, turning to you again. “Is that if all four of us can see it… he will eventually see it too.”

“Yeah, it's his fault he is so stupid it's taking him so long.” Gaz says, smile on his face.

“But I'm tired of it…” You admit, pout on your face as you lean your head back onto Johnny, the man resting his hand on your face, caressing your cheek. 

“That's normal, love… How about we take care of you, him?” Johnny asks, making you look at him. “Let's have dinner, then you and I take a stinky bath, and then… a movie? Some cuddles? Sounds good?”

You nod before answering. “Yeah… sounds really good.” 

All of them but Price stand up at your words. “Dinner time it is, boys.” Gaz says, walking into the kitchen as Johnny and Simon set up the table.

“Should we help them?” You ask Price, looking over his shoulder. 

“Nah, they can themselves.” He answers, cupping your face to give you a peck on your lips. “You are amazing, love… don't forget it, alright? You are more important than your job, a promotion or anything going on, alright? We love you, cariño.” He says, accentuating the “r” to make you smile.

And later, when you are sitting down with the four of them at the table, the only thing you can think about is about how lucky you are.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Markets, Memories and Mistletoe (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Day 3! I'm in Prague woooo Christmas markets here I come, so it's only fitting this is the fic out today! Enjoy!

The festive lights of the Christmas market sparkled above as Ashley guided you through the bustling stalls, her eyes alight with excitement. She’d insisted you bundle up for the cold evening and surprised you with a trip to this holiday wonderland after training. Even with the chilly air and your glove covered fingers, she held your hand tightly, swinging it between you as you wandered into the heart of the market. There was something about being surrounded by the scents of roasted chestnuts, cinnamon, and pine that was utterly enchanting. The air was crisp, carrying the whispers of laughter from families bundled in scarves and mittens, their breath visible in the frosty glow of the lights. It was a symphony of winter's delights, a scene that painted the quiet joy of the season on every passerby's face.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she grinned, nudging you toward the food stands. Ashley’s excitement was contagious, and she led you straight to a vendor selling caramelized nuts. She bought a small paper cone of them, handing you the warm treat and leaning in to steal a few for herself.

“Good, right?” she asked, her mouth full as she looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Delicious,” you agreed, popping a few into your mouth. She watched your reaction with a grin, looking a little too pleased with herself.

The two of you drifted from one stall to another, Ashley pointing out everything from handmade ornaments to cozy scarves, stopping at almost every stand to admire the unique holiday trinkets. At one booth, a display of delicate, glass-blown ornaments caught her eye, and she insisted on getting one shaped like a tiny soccer ball to remember your night together. “It’s going on our tree,” she declared proudly, tucking it carefully into her bag.

As you strolled around the busy market, you came upon an outdoor ice-skating rink set up in the middle of the festivities. People of all ages glided across, bundled up and laughing as holiday music played in the background. Ashley looked at you with a raised brow, her hand tightening around yours. “What do you say? Up for a few spins?”

You both rented skates and made your way onto the rink. Ashley, naturally competitive, started off with a flourish, attempting to show off her skating skills by gliding backward with ease. But just a few seconds later, she lost her balance and wobbled, her arms flailing as she tried to stay upright.

“Need a little help?” you teased, reaching out to steady her.

“Who, me?” she grinned, pretending to regain her composure. “I’ve totally got this.” But her footing was far from steady, and as you held onto her hands, she finally admitted, “Okay, maybe just a little help.”

You spent the next few minutes holding hands as you made slow laps around the rink. Every time one of you wobbled, the other was there to stabilise and offer support, both of you laughing so hard that even the chilly air couldn’t keep you from the warm feeling it created. After a while, Ashley seemed to forget all about showing off and just focused on keeping up with you, her smile never fading.

When you finally made your way off the ice, cheeks flushed and out of breath, you both collapsed onto a nearby bench, catching your breath while you shared a cup of hot cocoa piled high with whipped cream. She handed you the cup to take the first sip, watching you with that soft, adoring look she always got when she thought you weren’t paying attention.

“Thanks for coming with me,” she said quietly, bumping your shoulder. “I don’t know… Christmas markets always seemed more fun with someone else.”

“Same,” you replied, bumping her back, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the hot cocoa. “This is perfect, Ash.”

After a few more sips of cocoa, she led you back into the heart of the market, where you spotted a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of the vendor stalls. Without missing a beat, Ashley glanced up at it, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she leaned closer to you.

“So… there’s some mistletoe right here,” she said, as if it were the most natural observation in the world.

“Oh, really? Didn’t notice,” you teased, feigning obliviousness.

She let out a playful groan, her hands on your shoulders as she guided you directly beneath the mistletoe. “Come on! It’s tradition!” She was laughing but blushing, her nose red from the cold and her cheeks from the teasing. Then, her voice softened, her hand brushing a lock of hair back from your face. “And besides, I want to kiss you.”

Without waiting for a response, she closed the space between you, her lips soft and warm against yours, making the bustling market fade into the background. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that left you both smiling like lovesick teens, right there under the holiday lights. Ashley pulled back slightly, her fingers still brushing against your cheek. Her eyes sparkled with more than just the reflection of the lights, they held a kind of quiet contentment that made your heart flutter. The sounds of the market seemed distant now, as if they were nothing more than background music to your own little world.

"See? That wasn’t so bad," she said, her voice teasing but soft.

You smiled, still feeling the warmth of her lips against yours. "You were right. Plus, I wanted to kiss you too."

Ashley grinned mischievously and nudged you with her shoulder. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

Before either of you could say anything else, a group of children ran by, their laughter contagious. They were bundled up in bright scarves and mittens, their energy spilling over into the crisp evening air. Ashley’s gaze followed them for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“I used to come here every year when I was little,” she said softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “My parents would bring me, and we’d go ice skating and drink hot cocoa like we just did. It was always my favourite part of Christmas. It always feels like time slows down a little, like everything is a little bit brighter. I think that’s the magic of it all, you know, making those memories that last a lifetime. That you can look back on years later and be filled with that warmth that only happy memories can provide. Its why I wanted to do this, I wanted those memories to look back on with you too.”

You squeezed her hand, the simple gesture speaking volumes. “I get it. I feel the same way when I’m with you. Making memories wasn’t something I really had growing up but, I’m so glad I get to make them with you now. Thank you for always showing the light in life.”

Ashley’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away. The market, the cold, the holiday hustle, they were all just a quite murmur now. It was just you two, here making this, as perfect as can be, memory.

Her smile softened, and she leaned her head against your shoulder. “I’m really happy you’re here with me, you know? This feels like one of those memories I’m going to hold on to forever.”

Your heart swelled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I’m glad I’m here too, Ash. This is one of my favourite nights.”

There was a brief silence, comfortable and filled with the warmth only shared moments like this could create. Then, with a playful nudge, Ashley straightened up, her eyes twinkling once more.

“Alright, enough of the sappy shit," she said, grinning. "We still have a whole market to explore. And I haven’t even shown you the best part.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Best part?”

“Oh, yeah.” She pointed toward a stall in the distance, where twinkling fairy lights framed a giant gingerbread house. "You haven’t had the gingerbread cookies yet. Trust me, they’re legendary. You’ll be dreaming about them for weeks.”

Laughing, you followed her toward the stall, both of you slipping into the festive crowd. The cold wind still whipped at your face, but it felt far less biting now, with Ashley’s presence keeping you warm and the evenings possibilities stretched out before you.

As you approached the gingerbread stand, Ashley reached out, her hand brushing against yours once more. "Let’s make this night unforgettable,” she said, and her grin was the only invitation you needed.

[killishin]

UNDER THE SNOW

pairing : nanami kento x reader

category : fluff, not proofread.

author's note : yeah okay another confession one i know but THAT'S ALL I COULD THINK OF OKAY? finally had enough braincells to whip something up.

it was stupid, yeah you knew that. but staying awake throughout the whole night for days, all because the thoughts of him plagued your mind... yeah it was torture. too much. you needed to do something.

not sure if that something had to be standing right infront of his apartment building, at 2 in the morning. but you just couldn't take it. you had to see him. stupid, yeah alright.

your phone stayed pressed against your ear as you rung him up, your feet taping anxiously against the hard pavement. just when you were beginning to doubt the whole plan, realise how utterly stupid it is—

"ugh– hello? wait— y/n?" his deep and hoarse voice filled with drowsiness came through and for a moment you just lost yourself into it. you've heard his voice like a million times now yet every time it made your mind swoon and that sleepy voice? it made your breathe hitch, your throat dry.

"yeah. yeah it's me— god im really sorry for calling at such an hour—" you cleared your throat as you silently winced in embarrassment, seriously what were you thinking.

but of course, being the gentleman he is, ignores your apology. never ever would he ever be offended by you, gods forbid if he even glared at you by chance he would immediately apologise with such softness.

"where are you? are you alright?" he asked as he grunted a bit and you understood he sat up immediately due to the noise of shuffling from his side.

it made you chuckle, your eyes glinting with fondness at his immediate care and protectiveness. this both aggravated you and made your heart melt. you wondered if you were the sole recipient of this care or was it for everyone else too? such thoughts made you go nuts.

"i..." you looked around the seemingly deserted road being covered in white as it snowed slowly and then down at your own self clad in comfy clothes that were just too comfy, too inappropriate and exposed for anyone's eyes. but you were on a mission, as stupid as it is.

"im right infront of your apartment." you blurted out with a sigh and a beat of silence followed which made you smile knowing he'd be quite dumbfounded and mad at your carelessness.

"im coming." and yet this was all he said in that flat, controlled voice of his, probably controlling the worry and alarm that almost slipped through his lips.

he didn't hang up as he shuffled through his apartment and you knew it was all hasty and hurried; too hurried and sloppy for a man who carries himself with so much grace.

in less than five minutes he's down, his clothes disheveled and a bit creased, like the state of his otherwise neatly brushed hair and the worried furrow in his brows that only deepened into a scowl when he saw the state you were in. he already had his jacket clutched in his hand as he practically raced to you.

"what were you thinking?" he sighed in mind annoyance as he draped the jacket over you before brushing the snow off your hair, his hands and eyes lingering on your face for a suspicious second longer, a quite dazed look in those eyes before he snapped out of it.

"just.. just couldn't sleep. needed a distraction." you tilted your head as you smiled up at him despite the deadpanned look he gave, "realised you'd be the best one. "

"and you couldn't bother wearing something more than a t-shirt and shorts while it's snowing?" he immediately questioned back flatly with a raised brow, his voice a firm reprimand yet you caught that slight twitch in his lips.

"too desperate?" you retorted playfully with a scrunch of your nose and he simply shook his head as he withdrew his hand. he knew something was bothering you, you always came to him at unexpected moments either for just a comforting presence or a silent listener to vent to.

"walk with me kento?" you asked softly and he hesitated as he looked up at the snowing sky then back at you. he wanted to suggest to rather go to his apartment but he knew better than to go against your wishes. he'd drag you back soon anyway.

he simply nodded with a sigh before he started walking with you in shared silence. you simply looked down at the pavement as you walked, your senses burning cus of him. the feel of his jacket around you, the smell of his cologne on it wafting around you and the absolutely nerve wracking feel of his gaze burning at the side of your head, observing and analyzing you, as if breaking past your walls to dig in whatever's bothering you.

the more he looked at you, the more it felt difficult to think or even breathe, suddenly the plan you sorted out hours ago had vanished and all you were, was a mess of unspoken words in your mind.

you know what, to hell with it.

"i can't get you out of my head. i— i.." you sighed as your feet stopped before you tilted your head up the sky and closed your eyes, way too afraid to look him in the eyes. "i missed you."

right, that was not at all what she wanted to say, but he's smart right? he'll get it.

he stopped with you a step ahead, his eyes looking down at you and he didn't even flinch or look surprised. he knew it all. he felt it all.

when the silence stretched on for way too long you peeked an eye open only to find your breathe get stolen away at the utter intensity in his eyes. his eyes were usually stoic and unfeeling, barely any emotion other than mild irritation when satoru's around.

yet right now it was as if he let himself bare, his eyes had darkened and he was drowning in yearning. despite the disheveled state he was in, he was supposed to look a bit boyish, he did but man those eyes and clenched jaw reminded you he was anything but boyish.

"and?" he asked quietly as he took a small step towards you yet it felt too big since the distance between them suddenly felt too small, too close.

"and- and i wanted to see you. i wanna see you— see you everyday. wanna have your eyes on me whenever I can. wanna tell you how I've–" you were breathless and a fumbling mess in front of him yet you stood your ground.

"wanna tell you how I've loved you for.. for so long and maybe it's about goddamn time i get some answers." you continued your rambling, finding yourself getting bolder, and that surprised you given the sheer intensity of those eyes.

"i wanna know, once and for all, if im the only one. if im the only one.. who can't sleep. who can't get rid of thoughts of the other— god just tell me so i can move on—"

nothing could have prepared you for that what happened next.

he took another step, almost pressing his body to yours while his hand flew to firmly grip your jaw and tip it up as he kissed you. and it was gentle, like the caressing touch of his hand on her jaw, as suitable for a gentleman like him.

or so you thought. the kiss deepened almost instantly as his other hand snaked to your waist, yanking you close while his tongue delved past your lips. the kiss quickly became urgent and heated as you let out quiet gasps in your kiss, your hands clutching his shoulders so tightly, almost clinging to him.

he kissed like he needed you, needed you to know that he did feel it. he yearned it. he craved it so badly, maybe even more than you. he needed you to understand it all through the kiss because god didn't make him that strong enough to say all that to your face, to even word all that he felt for you.

he parted after a moment , both your lips swollen, red and glistening. he was as breathless as you, his eyes still glued to your lips as his thumb caressed your lips. there was a ghost of a smirk on his face, a satisfied one at the dreamy look on your face.

"still wanna move on hm?"

bit too long eh? anyways please reblog or comment to let me know if you liked it.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 9

Hey, guys! Let's give this story a little more love like the other stories have this week (stripper excluding, that poor story doesn't get much regardless).

In this we have the party having fun, Steve decidedly NOT having fun, and Claudia and Hopper close ranks to defend Steve.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

When Steve showed up at the Hendersons to find six of his little nuggets waiting. Erica was at her grandparents’ house and Holly was at dance.

“You’re really going to take us to the arcade and let us go nuts?” Max asked from her spot on the floor.

Steve held up his hand and waved it back and forth. “I’d like to let you go nuts throw money around treat you guys to the extreme. But...”

“You’re afraid someone will see you,” Will said quietly from the sofa, “wonder where you got the money, and take it back to your dad.”

Everyone else looked at each other like they hadn’t even thought about the possibility Steve might get into trouble for letting them have fun. Well, everyone but Max. She knew, same as Will that there were some things that screamed trouble and splashing around money when you’re not supposed to have any?

That brought the worst kind of trouble. Cops.

“So if anyone asks,” Mike said firmly, “our parents gave us the money to get us of their hair for the day. My mom gave me extra for Will.”

“And my mom gave me extra for Max,” Lucas said, agreeing.

“Everyone okay with that?” Steve asked. He was mainly asking for Will and Max but he also wanted to make sure everyone was okay with the lying. Elle sometimes had a problem with not telling the truth.

As if to prove his point Elle cocked her head to the side. “Would lying protect Steve?”

“Yes, dear,” Claudia murmured. “Steve’s dad is a bad man who would hurt him if he thought Steve was doing fine on his own.”

Elle tilted her head to the other side as she thought about it. Then she nodded. “Friends don’t lie to friends, but they can lie for friends.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly that!” And she beamed at him.

He bundled them as many as he could into his car with Claudia grabbing the rest and they all went to the arcade with money in their pocket and Claudia making a show of giving Steve some money, when it was Steve giving her gas money for helping drive the little demons.

He herded them all through the door and then unleashed the fury of six teenagers on the unsuspecting staff. He should feel a little guilty about that, having worked retail the last year and a half, but he really, really didn’t.

He wanted to give the kids a day of fun and take his mind off not being able to talk to Eddie tonight before bed.

Steve went and ordered four large pizzas and then sat down at the largest table to wait for the kids to get hungry and return.

He didn’t have to wait long, Dustin and Lucas showed up right after the pizzas did. Probably having followed them right to the table.

“You’re the best, Steve!” Lucas cried as he pulled two cheese slices onto his plate. He sat down to enjoy them when the one in his hand was swiped out from under his nose.

“Hey!” he cried and looked up to see Max chomping down on the pizza with a grin. Lucas rolled his eyes and just picked up the second slice.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Lucas who then blushed. Yeah, that’s what he thought. Lucas liked supreme not cheese, but Max did. She also had a habit of not eating things from buffets or spreads like this. The thought of multiple people touching the food grossed her out.

But if Lucas were to grab the cheese pizza first, then she could steal it off his plate and be okay. Then when he went back for seconds, he could grab what he liked.

It was like a siren call went out that the pizza had arrived as the other three were at the table in no time at all. Sometimes Steve thought Elle was psychic with her ability to just know when food was ready. Will and Mike followed her everywhere, well, Mike followed Elle and Will followed Mike, so it boiled down to the same thing. When Elle sensed food all three would be there in an instant.

Will went for the veggie, and Mike and Elle the pepperoni. Steve had already slipped a couple of slices of the all meat pizza on his plate, watching them joke and play around. Ready to jump in if things got too out of hand, but content to just let them be themselves.

Steve could tell the kids were flagging, tickets bursting out of their pockets, stuffed with sugar and pizza and soda. So he got up and went out to use the payphone to call Claudia to help pick up the kids.

When he tried to get back in there was a large guy preventing him from coming in. He wasn’t an employee from what he could tell, just some jerk.

“Hey, I need to get back inside,” Steve huffed. “I need to tell the kids I’m watching that it’s almost time to go.”

“I’m not letting you back there to diddle little kids,” the man growled. “I know you’re a fucking queer. You better get the hell out of here before I call the cops, faggot.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, daring Steve to try something.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not trying to cause trouble. I really do have some kids in there, well, they’re almost teenagers and can look after themselves. Well, mostly,” he said with a wince.

The guy just glared at him.

“By themselves or with a friend, they’re fine,” he continued to argue, “but get them in a large group and they need an adult to keep them from burning the place down.” Still the guy refused to budge. “Also I’m their ride home and I need to tell them it’s time to go.”

“Never took the Harrington boy as a kiddie diddler,” the man snarled “but your daddy says you’re a fucking fairy and I believe him.”

Well, shit. Steve thought bitterly. “Look, gay people aren’t interested in touching kids, okay? That’s a myth. Catholic priests are more likely then queers are and people still go to church. Now, if you don’t get out of my way, you’re going to have six anxious preteens on your hands and a lot of angry parents, too.”

“I saw you leering at those kids you were with,” the man said, pushing out his chest further. “You better get out of here or they’ll be finding pieces of you all up and down the tracks.”

“I was watching them,” Steve bit out. “Like I’m supposed to. I really need to get back in there, they’ll be worried about me.”

But before either of them could say anything, Claudia came bustling up to the door. “Hank Tippets, what on God’s green earth are you doing blocking the door to the arcade, don’t you have better things to do with your time?”

The smile that crept over Hank’s face made Steve’s skin crawl. If there was a predator anywhere near this place, it was Hank, not Steve.

“Miss Claudia,” Hank greeted. Steve supposed it was suppose to be warm but it gave him the chills. “What brings you out on this fine day?”

Claudia raised an eyebrow at him and said, “That’s Mrs. Henderson to you. Walter maybe gone, but I’m still a missus. And as to why I’m here, Steve called me to help pick up my son and his friends. Now if you’ll step aside we can get right one that.”

Hank cocked his head to side. “Now I can’t be letting him in, ma’am. He’s pedo and I won’t have him around my little girl.”

The look on Claudia face was pure, unadulterated rage. Hank took a step back and his hands went up in placation.

“That boy is no such thing,” she spat. “And if I hear you or anyone else going around spreading such malicious rumors, I’ll show them the perils of raising pigs. He was keeping Dusty and his friends busy while I ran some errands. Now you get the hell out of here before I call Chief Hopper. His adopted daughter in there. You want to explain to him, why you’re blocking entrance to a public space?”

Hank backed up and ran away with his tail between his legs. Claudia motioned for Steve to follow her, and then went inside the arcade. She made a beeline straight for the manager and Steve almost felt sorry for the fellow. Almost.

Steve went to the kids and quickly explained what happened. All the kids came running up to him and threw their arms around him. He held them tight.

“Let’s get everyone home,” he murmured and then waited for them to gather their things and exchange their tickets for prizes.

As they all piled into the cars Hank watched from the window of the arcade, glowering at them as they drove away.

~

After everyone had been dropped off, Claudia convinced Steve to stay for dinner. Which when he learned she was making her famous spaghetti, he agree to in a heartbeat. After he was full and happy Dustin convinced him to watch a movie.

Halfway through, Steve fell asleep on the sofa. Claudia got a pillow and a blanket and tucked him in.

When she woke up, Steve had gone back to the hotel with a note and a twenty dollar bill for his rescue the note said.

She was looking in the fridge trying to decide between coffee or orange juice with her cereal that morning, when there came a pounding on the front door. She looked up at the clock in confusion. It was barely a quarter past eight. The pounding began again, so she close the fridge to go answer the front door.

Standing outside the door was Clint Harrington and Hank Tippets. She pulled her robe around her tighter, clutching at the top of it.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked, slightly closing the door so it would easier to shit it in a hurry.

“You can tell me where my son is,” Clint growled, he folded his arms over his chest, puffing it out to make himself look bigger.

“We know he was here,” Hank said. “I saw his car out front all night.”

“You admitting to stalking that boy?” Claudia asked, eyebrow raised and head tilted. “Because if you are, I’m pretty sure my boy could have the chief here, before you can sneeze.”

“Just tell me where he is,” Clint growled. “You’re harboring a fugitive and if you don’t turn him over to me, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I don’t know where he is,” she growled. And at this moment, she didn’t. She had a pretty good idea where he was, but she didn’t know. “He left before I got up this morning.”

“You know where he’s staying?” Hank asked. “You better not lie, Mrs. Henderson.”

“In his car, I’d assume,“ she lied beautifully. “I tried to get him to stay here, but he just wanted to take the kids out for one last day of fun before he moved on.” She wiped away a small tear. “I hope he’s safe.”

“You best not be lying,” Clint snapped. “I’d hate like hell for something to happen to you or your boy.”

“Please tell me you aren’t so stupid as to threaten someone on their own doorstep,” a deep growling voice boomed behind them, causing the two men to stiffen in terror.

Clint and Hank turned around to find Chief of Police Jim Hopper standing behind them, thumbs in his belt, rocking back on his heels.

“Chief,” Hanks greeted with false cheer. “When did you get here?”

“Mrs. Henderson,” Hopper greeted tipping his hat and then taking it off. “You’ll have to pardon Dustin, ma’am. He spotted Tweedle Dee and Tweddle Dum here from the window and radioed me to head on over. He wanted to say he’s sorry for not notifying you first.”

“Chief,” she nodded back. “It’s all right, he did the right thing. How did you get here so fast?”

Hopper grinned. “I was on my way to work and was close to the neighborhood. I got here about a minute after these two morons.”

Clint glared at him. “We were just having a friendly chat about harboring fugitives, is all.”

“Last time I check Steve Harrington hasn’t broken any laws,” Hopper said gravely. “So unless he’s done something since you and I talked, he’s free to do as he pleases.”

“He was leering at children at the arcade yesterday,” Hank said, puffing out his chest. “I was there, I’ll attest to that under oath, he’s pedophile in the making if he isn’t one already.”

“And there will a dozen other people who will claim that he did no such thing,” Hopper said, rocking back on his heels again. “So you best be on your way, or I’ll arrest you both for disturbing the peace. Go on, get.”

Clint and Hank piled into Clint’s Jag and drove off. Then Hopper made sure Claudia and Dustin were okay. Then after some major prodding he got the phone number and address of where Steve was staying.

“It’s to keep him safe,” Hopper promised. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to that boy. Ellie loves him and she would murder me if through my actions or inaction he came to harm.”

Dustin and Claudia shared a glance before Dustin went upstairs to get the information for him.

“Thanks for this,” he said waving the paper. “I’ll make sure no one else sees this. Not even Ellie.”

“Thanks for stopping by,” Claudia replied. “I wasn’t expecting him to actually threaten me. Steve kept saying over and over that he would and I foolishly believed that he wouldn’t stoop so low as to threaten a lowly widow.”

“That’s the problem, Mrs. Henderson,” Hopper said, shoving the paper in his pocket, “however low you think humanity can go, assume Clint Harrington will stoop lower.” He tipped his hat again. “I’ll be seeing you all.”

Claudia closed the door and slumped against it. “I’m gonna praise whatever deity saw fit to have Steve slip out at the exact right moment, because that was heaven sent.”

“Yeah,” Dustin agreed. “I hope he’s going to be all right.”

Claudia pulled him in close. “He’s got Chief Hopper looking out for him now and Clint won’t try that again, I guarantee it.”

Dustin nodded in her arms, tightening the hug.

Claudia knew she couldn’t guarantee Clint Harrington wouldn’t try something at her place of work, but she was surrounded by tough women who were more than capable of standing up to a man like him.

But it was definitely days like this she missed her Walt. He would have had the shotgun in hand the second Hank came to their door. She would just have to be the person who protect as fast and as fierce to make up for his loss.

~

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[stargazedwinchester]

Casual | Dean

love a bit of chappell don’t we guys xox

i rlly enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading it!! this is very much inspired by the song, but not necessarily a songfic :)

CW: mentions of s*x, nothing too provocative

Summary: You and Dean are casual friends with benefits until you uncover the truth about how you actually feel toward him.

Word count: 1,133

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“I, uh, think I should get you home,” Dean says. The silence is palpable. You feel awkward and like you don’t belong, so you let out a defeated sigh. He’s shirtless, his slight 6-pack glistening with sweat as he attempts to dry himself off with a towel. You felt as if you couldn’t catch your breath, whether it was just from the insane sex you had just endeavoured or Dean’s pitiless words that filled your lungs with regret.

“Okay.” You give up. Each time you attempt to feel a connection with him — a real, deep connection, it’s like he wipes it from his memory as soon as you’re both finished and goes back to reality. Post-nut clarity, if you will.

It’s not like he doesn’t find you attractive. Hell no. It’s his intense lack of commitment issues and mommy/daddy issues that give him such a hard time completely dedicating himself to someone. The hundreds of arguments you had gotten into over the people he had slept with whilst also sleeping with you just gave you second-hand embarrassment. In fact, it was downright wrong it should’ve been illegal.

You manage to tumble out of bed butt-naked, slowly getting your clothes back on ready for the silent drive home. You almost gape in awe at Dean’s silhouette. Heavy feelings weigh down on your heart for someone who doesn’t even think of you in any other way other than for intimacy is so challenging, especially on your own self-worth.

Dean doesn’t say a word to you. He sits back down on the bed and starts typing on his phone. He’s wearing a light grey t-shirt and charcoal grey jeans. The small screen lights up his face and a slight grin slowly appears and your heart sinks. Without even looking, you already know he’s talking to some other bitch, in which he’s probably going to go pick her up after he’s dropped you off at home.

“You ready?” You ask him, breaking the one-way tension in the room. “Yeah,” He says, standing up and leading you out toward the car.

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On the drive home, it’s dark and rainy. The streetlights emit a dim, dusty champagne colour, yet the awkward tension isn’t anything worth celebrating.

“What’re you doing after this?” He asks, not breaking focus from the road. “Probably just go straight to bed,” you reply, shrugging lightly. “What about you?”

“I’m going to go visit a friend of mine,” He coughs, then purses his lips. “She lives about half an hour thataway.” He motions his pointer finger toward the left.

She.

The anger builds up inside of you. After all this time, you had thought that he wasn’t seeing anybody else, that you had only mindfully agreed that this thing stays between the pair of you, and this included sleeping around. What a fucking tool.

“Listen, it’s nice and all that you’re giving me a lift home, but you’re really taking the cake by pretending like you’re not seeing other people.” You lock eyes with him, and his expression changes.

“What, so you’re jealous now? Is that it?” He scoffs, and you freeze up. “So what if I am? We had an agreement that we weren’t gonna sleep with anyone else! We said that!” You start to raise your voice, frustration running right through your blood as it starts to boil.

“I’ve mentioned it to you multiple times before. I don’t understand why you can’t listen to me! It’s fucking gross, Dean! You need a huge reality check because this isn’t gonna last forever.” You wave your finger between yourself and Dean, indicating that whatever it is that you both have going on is at its final straw. He scoffs again, shaking his head. It’s almost like he wants to say something, but bites his tongue. He presses his foot on the pedal, coming to a stop. It’s that sudden you hit your head on the headrest.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Take me home.”

“Lis-“

“Fucking take me home, Dean. I mean it.”

For the rest of the drive, you’re in silence. Nothing on the radio, no cassette tape playing, not even the windows open to hear the sound of the rain pattering on the windscreen.

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He parks the Impala outside of your house, and since the quietness has given you a second to rethink the whole situation.

“Dean,” you start, and his big, puppy-dog eyes glare at you with regret. “What’s up?” He asks and this time it sounds like it was with genuine concern.

“I have to tell you something before I go.” You state, and he nods, listening.

“The reason why I was jealous is that I’m in love with you, Dean. It’s hard seeing you go away and spend time with all these different people and I just get a fraction of you. It’s unfair that I’ve spent the last year or so falling in love with you and you see me as nothing more than someone to play with.” You pause, then take a deep breath.

“You don’t need to say anything else because I’m done. It’s friends or nothing. If I hear nothing from you within the next 3 days, then I’ll know where your priorities lie.”

You start to collect your bags together and open the passenger door. He’s left stunned, his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes showing enough sadness to make you want to apologise for going off at him and then travelling back to the motel for round 2.

You can tell that the cogs are turning in his head, thinking of what to say that would completely win you over. But there’s absolutely nothing that he could do or say that could make you turn back around. You shut the door, but the window is still open.

“Y/N, hold up a sec,” He yells through the window while you’re almost halfway up the path. You turn around and lock eyes with him.

“Please come back, let’s talk about this.” He leans over to the passenger seat, his gorgeous forest green eyes staring up at you.

“3 days, Dean. Prove that you’re not an asshole and I’ll think about it.” You say one last time before turning back around to the front of your house. The last thing you want is Dean never wanting to see you again.

You enter the entryway to your home and make your way up the stairs. Opening up your bedroom door, you take a moment to collect yourself, instead of thinking God, what have I done? You sit proud that you have stood up for yourself against someone who has clearly used you for nothing more than his own selfishness. And if that is the case, well... so be it.