#yup he’s hooked for life alright

[lalunanymph]

Ahem. I saw what you said about Shidou and his pretty pink collar and I wanted to share with you the concept that gives me brain rot everyday:

Shidou with a gf that actually is hella into his violent feral energy!! Like yes daddy kick that loser in the head!!! She calls this man “puppy” even tho he is a whole MONSTER at the very least and everyone gets whiplash when they hear her say it the first time.

Always hits him with a “come here, puppy❤️” and a wave of her hand even when he’s covered in bruises and (likely somebody else’s) blood. I’m so 🥴🥴🥴

nonnie beloved what have you done 😵😵😵 this has completely consumed my brain bc ohmygoshshdh it’s literally a match made in heaven </333 shidou would be so sooo sooo obsessed over an s/o with the same taste for violence like him (mans would literally salivate whenever we raise our voices just the tiniest bit like hello fear play boner) 😭 just imagining his gf who’s like this complete antithesis of him decked in frills lace n whatever girly getup who attracts half of the boys’ attention on the field when she flocks over to him aksjdjdj everyone’s like ‘do we save her?? she’s gonna get mauled !! what do we do ?!’ like they have No Idea™️ how to keep this poor girl from becoming shidou’s chew toy of the week lmaooo but imagine their stunned expressions when we stand on our tippy toes n give ryu a huge wet smack on the cheek 😵 everyone’s like ??? bc shidou has a gf?? who’s not afraid of him ???? n then they watch this absolute hellhound soften in real time for us, leaning down and kissing the top of our heads like ‘hey princess good to see you’ loslndnd imagine how every bllk boi’s jaw would literally drop when we grin n hum ‘let’s go back home daddy wanna see you execute some of those hot moves in bed’ 💔💔

[luvs4matt]

Can you do a fic where the reader has no patiences at all and matt notices that through out the day so he decides to teach her some patiences

— 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ꨄ 𝐌.𝐒

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - dom!bf!matt x sub!gf!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - when reader has been impatient all day, matt decides to teach her patience

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT, p in v, daddy kink, sir kink, praise, degradation?, dumbification, oral (f & m receiving), cum eating?, fingering, nicknames (honey, baby, babygirl, princess, good girl, sweetheart), teasing, dacryphilia, lingerie, orgasm denial, kissing, hickeys, implied after care, use of y/n, if i missed anything please lmk!

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

𝟖:𝟑𝟒 𝐀𝐌

“matt” you whisper “matt” you whisper again shaking his shoulder “hm” he groans “i’m getting in the shower, just letting you know incase you wake up and wonder where i was”

“k” he closed his eyes to return back to sleep, what he didn’t catch onto is that you wanted him to come with you

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟔 𝐀𝐌

“baby!” you exclaim running towards him, jumping next to him on the couch “hey, whats got you all happy?” he wraps a arm around your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, throwing a leg over his

“i get to see you” you lightly grind your heat against his thigh but he didn’t notice, taking it as you getting comfortable

he leans down pecking your lips “i’m happy i get to see you too baby”

𝟏𝟐:𝟐𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you grind yourself against him again, hoping he notices this time “you okay sweetheart?” you respond with a ‘mhm’

you wait a couple minutes before glancing up at him, seeing his attention placed on the tv

did he really not notice? you trail your hand down to his v line, maybe he will finally take the hint, he chuckles at your actions “not right now baby” you groan, rolling your eyes

𝟑:𝟎𝟒 𝐏𝐌

you and matt are sat on opposite ends of the couch, his eyes are locked on the tv aswell as his 2 brothers, you on the other hand had your attention on matt

your thighs clenched together, your bottom lip hooked between your teeth, when would he finally fuck you? you rub your thighs together, in hopes of feeling any friction

he looks over at you giving a small smile, you roll your eyes placing your attention on the tv

𝟔:𝟓𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you and matt had reservations for dinner, you guys hadn’t had a date night in awhile “baby” matt looks over at you for a quick second before looking back to the road “hm?”

you lean over the middle console leaving soft kisses on his neck, using one of your hands to graze his arm “why don’t we pull over?”

“after dinner honey, after dinner” you scoff as you lean back into your chair “you okay?” you continue to look out your window “yup.” you respond accentuating the p

“don’t do that baby” you look over at him taking your attention away from nature “do what matt.”

“this, when you have no patience so you get a attitude” you roll your eyes at his words “don’t know what you’re talking about”

matt was going to say something else but decided not to, choosing life over death “alright”

𝟖:𝟒𝟒 𝐏𝐌

as soon as you got home you were out of the car, heading to matts room to change.

you slip off your heels and peel off your dress leaving you in only a matching set of blue lace, in only a matter of seconds you are pulled back against matt “is this for me?”

“mhm, yeah, it is” matt is now the one leaving soft kisses on your neck “i love it, i really really love it” you giggle as you push your hips back into his “yeah?”

“mhm, but.. i think, i need to teach you some patience” he runs his hands up and down your inner thighs “go lay down babygirl” you walk over to the bed and lay down on your back just like he told you to.

he crawls on top of you leaning his head down to kiss your left cheek, then your right cheek, next was your forehead, before he could reach your nose you grab his face bringing him down to kiss you.

“look at you all needy” while his right hand was stabilizing him, his left was caressing your cheek “just shut up and kiss me matt” he ghosts his lips above yours.

you tried to close the space between you two, but matt pulled back every time “mattt” you whine “what is it baby? am i being mean?” you try to connect your lips again, but he pulls back just like every other time “yes, i need you to kiss me, please”

“patients sweetheart” he kisses your nose before moving down to kiss the outer corners of your mouth “if i kiss you will you be a good girl for me?” you nod your head in response “i want to hear you say it”

“ill be a good girl, please kiss me” he finally places his lips on yours. you try to deepen the kiss but matt doesn’t let you.

you groan in annoyance when you try to deepen the kiss again and he doesn’t let you “is something wrong honey?” you whine once again from his teasing words. you bring your face up to kiss him but he stops you

“not until you tell me whats wrong” you look up at him with pleading eyes “i need you, and you won’t touch me”

“oh baby, ill touch you, but you need to learn something first” he tilts his head to the side staring into your eyes “learn what? i’ve been good for you” the hand that was on your cheek is now running up and down the side of your thigh

“i don’t know about that sweetheart, you have been impatient with me all day, and got a little attitude” he starts to leave small teasing kisses on your neck down to your collarbone “m’sorry, please matt, i need it so bad”

“i know angel, i know, just be patient for me mhm?” he kisses down towards your breast’s “can i take this off?” he asks while playing with your bra strap “please do”

you arch your back so he can reach under you to undo the clasp, pulling the blue lace off of your body, he kisses and sucks every where on your tits besides your nipple “stop teasing”

“oh i’m sorry, am i teasing you baby?” you hum a ‘mhm’ as your response “i’m sorry, i know you’re so, so needy” he still avoids your nipple, his kisses traveling down to the damp blue lace.

you open your thighs letting him slide between them. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders before teasing you again.

he kissed your inner thighs, massages your thighs, kissed the lace, he moves your panties to the side making you think he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but no.

he licks the outside of your folds, never going between them “matt stop” you whine “you want me to stop?” he pulls his mouth away from you, his mouth no longer on you.

“no! no! no! don’t stop like that, stop teasing me, please matt” he starts to kiss your bikini line “i’m not teasing you honey, i’m just teaching you a lesson”

“i’ve learned my lesson, i won’t get a attitude with you again, i promise” you beg “this isn’t about your attitude, it’s about you being impatient, which you are being now, so no, you haven’t learned your lesson”

you huff in frustration. your core ached so bad, you needed something, anything.

he continues to leave his marks, sucking hickeys into the skin, you so badly want to beg him for what you want, or buck your hips but hold back so then maybe he will finally give it to you.

he loved teasing you, but teasing you, also meant he was teasing himself.

he so badly wanted to latch his mouth onto your nipple and swirl his tongue around the bud, he wanted to suck on your clit and stick his tongue inside of your soaked entrance, yet he resisted.

he eventually gives in placing a kiss to your clit causing you to gasp “thank you, thank you so much” he sucked on the bud as your hands rakes through his hair.

he moves his mouth down to your entrance now sucking on the hole “fuck!” he slides his tongue inside, working his mouth on you.

he brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, slow circles, increasing your pleasure. you had gotten so pent up, that you could already feel your orgasm slowly building up.

you were finally getting the release you’ve needed all day, you wouldn’t have lasted another minute without touch from him. he removes his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his mouth.

you’re a moaning, whining mess under him, yes he had been talking sweetly but his mouth working on you was nothing close to soft and slow. you gasp in surprise when matts middle, and ring finger slipped fully into your cunt.

“oh my god matt!” you moan, his fingers were moving at a fast, yet also slowish speed, but it felt like so much more. “you feel good?” he could feel your approaching orgasm as you clenched around his fingers.

“yes! so good! please don’t stop!” the vibrations of his words sent a shocking feeling down your spine, a good feeling.

you forgot about any of your problems, you forgot about nick, and chris in the house, you forgot about everything, besides matt, matt was all you could think of.

“m’gonna cum!” you squeal “you didn’t ask for permission babygirl” you whine under his touch, knowing you fucked up by not asking him for permission, before warning him that you were dangerously close.

“please daddy! please let me cum!” you buck your hips up into his face, which matt makes sure it doesn’t happen again with the grip he has on your thighs.

“are you sorry?” you were so close to your orgasm that it was painful “yes! yes! i’m so sorry for being impatient with you! please! i need to cum!” you beg.

he pulls his mouth off of you, so you were now face to face, his fingers never stopped though “go ahead beautiful, let daddy see how pretty you look when you cum”

the knot in your stomach snaps, your face contorts in pleasure “thank you!” your jaw was slack as you arch your back.

you are trying to move your body away from his fingers from the overstimulation, but he pulls your body back down, speeding up his movements.

you grip onto his wrist while his name is leaving your mouth like a mantra “matt! matt! matt! matt! matt! s- slow do- o- oh my god! t- to- fuck!” he curls his fingers, finding your most sensitive spot that only he can seem to find.

you grind your hips down into him, chasing a new high that is building up “your doing so good” he praises. “p- please!” you are struggling to speak properly due to the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“what is it angel? you wanna cum again? is that it?” he leaves soft, tender kisses on your cheeks “yes! can i?” he looks you in the eyes, his eyes soft, yet also cold and harsh.

“you need it that bad?” he teases “yes! i need it so bad, daddy please!” only erotic noises filled the room, echoing off the walls “cum.” he looks between your face, and where you and his fingers meet, watching the white sticky liquid gush all over his fingers for the second time that night.

he rides you through your high before pulling his fingers out of you, sucking them clean.

he leans in connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue explores your mouth not missing a centimeter. he swallows the moan that leaves your mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you separate for a quick second by his shirt coming between you two as he pulls it off of himself, but are quickly joined back together. you were extremely sensitive, but also desperately yearning for him to be inside of you.

“ill give you what you want princess, just ask nicely” he muttered against your lips “please fuck me daddy, i want you” you kiss along his jaw, sucking small marks.

the rattle of matts belt fills your ears, he slips his pants off of his legs, throwing them in the floor, except his belt.

he rolls you over onto your stomach, adjusting your leg, “give me your hands baby” you reach your hands behind your back, allowing matt to strap them together.

he runs his tip between your folds, spreading your arousal around “you gonna take it all?”

“yes, yes sir. i- ill take it all, i promise” he thrusts inside of you fully with one swift movement, you were finally getting what you wanted, you were finally filled by him.

he doesn’t move, waiting for you to thank him, which takes you a few moments to realize “thank you so much daddy, thank you for giving me what i needed” his movements started slow, and sensual “you’re welcome sweetheart”

he sticks to that pace for probably only a couple seconds max before unexpectedly speeding up to a animalistic speed “oh my fuck!” he has one hand on your ass, while the other is on your waist

“you really think i was gonna go soft on you, after all you did” you dig your hands into the sheets as much as you can “you were being such a bad girl, and bad girls don’t get rewarded, they get punished.”

you attempt to speak but no words leave your mouth, only deep moans “dumb already? is this dick that good?” he chuckles “u- uh huh!” his dynamic changing so quickly threw you off, but not in a bad way “god, you can’t even speak, acting like such a needy slut, are you? are you my needy little slut?”

“mhm!” he leaves a harsh slap on your ass, scolding you “use your words y/n.” it takes you a minute to be able to actually speak “y- yes! i- i’m your n- needy slut!” you stutter

matt always finds it adorable how easily you became a stuttering, whimpering mess underneath his touch. within a matter of seconds you would be like putty. you wouldn’t be able to speak, wouldn’t be able to move anything besides your hands, when he used toys on you, your body could barely even function correctly.

you never reacted with any other man like you do with matt. matt learned everything you liked and disliked, and he always did what you liked most, as soon as he would see your face turn into discomfort he would change his angle to watch your face turn back to pleasure.

the most you could ever do is let out a string of pleads followed by his name “you gonna cum baby?” your breath hitches as you grip onto the sheets “please! yes!”

he moves inside of you a few more times before stopping “no! why did you stop?” you whine “I’m not ready to let you cum yet”

you move your hips to bounce on his cock, which matt quickly puts a stop to.

“why are you being mean” matt leans down, kissing your shoulder “because your easy honey” you whine at his words “don’t worry, i’ll let you cum if you’re a good girl”

he restarts his movements while turning you onto your stomach, also re-building your orgasm.

the pressure in your stomach was building faster than before “m’close!” he kisses your spine, just how he did your shoulder “ill be nice honey, go ahead, cum”

you release all over his cock, a white ring left close to the base. after he rides out your high, he pulls out as he unties your hands “get on your knees” you lazily pick your body off the bed, kneeling down on the floor in front of him.

you go to wrap your hands around him, but he grabs your wrists. you start to feel tears run down your face in frustration “daddy please, i want your cock” he tilts his head to the side, making eye contact.

“hey, its okay. you can touch me once i tell you, you can” he takes one of his hands off of your wrists, using it to wipe your tears “this is why you need to learn to have patience, when you don’t have any, you don’t get what you want, and we don’t want that do we?”

“no, i’m sorry, please let me suck your cock, i’m your good girl, i promise” you cry, tears are streaming down your face, wanting nothing more than to have his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart” he rubs his tip against your tongue before slowly sliding down your throat.

your mouth was finally full of him, just how you wanted “is this what you wanted?” he teases. you nod your head as you start to move your head up and down on him.

you had a grip on his thighs, meanwhile his hands were in your hair helping you take him all. small praises left his mouth, when you take him faster by each passing second.

‘doing so good princess’

‘being such a good girl’

‘why can’t you always be this good for me?”

“you can and you will swallow all of my cum, understand?” you nod as a response, not wanting to take your mouth off of him just yet. matt wasn’t happy with that, he pulls out of your mouth, giving you a demanding look.

“yes sir” he thrusts back in your mouth, fucking your face. thank god for your no gag reflex, because how deep and fast he was going, you would be more than gagging.

you feel him twitch in your mouth signaling he’s close. “m’gonna cum in that pretty throat of yours” you moan at the thought of his actions, giving him more pleasure.

“fuck! i’m cumming princess, m’cumming” he groans as he spills his seed down your throat.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting from his orgasm before he speaks “open” you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, showing no leftover cum in your mouth.

“i knew you could do it” he helps you stand up, watching how you struggled to walk he picked you up “come on honey, let me clean you up.”

© luvs4matt

a/n - i hope this meets your expectations anon! and if you don’t like it i am sorry, i literally spent 3-4 days on this bc i didn’t know what to write LMAO😭 THANK YOU FOR 300!!!

[majimemegoro]

Hey gotta ask , what happened to the “nishida visit hometown”fic?

They’re pretty good and interesting btw

thanks very much for the kind words!

nothing happened to it, I'm just slow at the best of times and I've been in the worst physical and mental state of my life for awile and increasingly.

anyway heres a preview :)

The Birthday Party

“…Okay,” Majima finally said, following a pause so long that Nishida had begun to physically sweat. “You’re off the hook for now. But don’t let this shit happen again, yeah?”

For a moment Nishida stayed perfectly still, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It didn’t. Majima stared, and then raised an eyebrow.

“Thank you, sir!” Nishida exclaimed, dropping to his hands and knees. “I really appreciate your generosity. Thank you!”

Apparently satisfied, Majima waved an airy gloved hand. “Just keep on your toes. I expect you to come back refreshed and ready to put your nose to the goddamn grindstone after this weekend.”

Nishida gaped, craning his head up. “Uh, sir… I can really still have the weekend off?” He hardly dared to hope; it was surprising enough that Majima was declining to punish him. It didn’t bear imagining that Nishida would get to keep his vacation, too. He ducked his head again, anticipating a screech as Majima revealed it was all a joke. But-

“Yup. You ain’t had a day off in at least a couple months, and you know Kiryu-chan’s gettin’ out of the big house before too long. I gotta have this family in ship-shape. Just don’t forget what I’m doin’ for you,” Majima said, and he smiled a smile that was somehow flat and cold.

“I won’t, sir!” Nishida leapt to his feet, and bowed low anew. “Thank you, sir! I won’t let you down!”

“Alright, that’s enough. You’re dismissed.” Leaning back in his fancy office chair, Majima pulled out a cigarette. Nishida went to light it.

“I said, you’re dismissed!” Majima snapped, pulling the cigarette away.

Rule number six of dealing with Majima: don’t push your luck. Hastily Nishida bowed one last time, and then fled the room, closing the door behind him.

A small crowd of the boys flinched back as Nishida exited. Some of them were holding ice packs and bottles of painkillers, ready to attend to the inevitable consequences of Nishida’s inevitable beating.

Or rather the beating Nishida himself would have assumed was inevitable a few minutes ago.

“Aniki?” one of them asked in surprise. “Are you done?”

“Uh, looks like it,” Nishida said, running a hand over his skull as though to check it were still in one piece. It was, aside from the old bruise and stitches over his eyebrow from last week (he’d almost forgotten about that). He could barely believe it himself.

“Whoa… he didn’t punish you?”

“Nope. He forgave me, and said something about wanting the Family to be in top shape for when K- for when something big happens later this year,” Nishida explained, quickly correcting himself so as not to give away the information about Kiryu. Nishida had no reason to believe Majima would be pissed off if others found out, but Nishida adhered carefully to rule 14: assume information is private unless told otherwise. Though he also tried to stick to rule 10, don’t wait for instructions if there’s a chance you’re supposed to act on your own. Sometimes it was hard to balance the two. Majima was nothing if not mercurial.

This time, though - this time Majima’s unpredictability was working in Nishida’s favor. It was a lovely little change. He’d expected to have to cancel on his mom; but instead, he headed home around 10 p.m. and threw some clothes into a bag. At midnight he caught the taxi he’d arranged in advance.

[nishida arrives in his hometown, goes to his mom's house, his old friend is there. after some dialogue she starts to roast him]

"I really don’t want to pry, but I care about you and I have to ask - you keep getting into accidents, it seems like you’re barely sleeping, you drink and smoke more than you used to. Nishi… are you on drugs?”

“No! Drop it, okay?” Nishida said, an edge of warning in his voice. This was unbelievable. Nishida was known in the Majima Family as a stick-in-the-mud lightweight, and in his hometown he’s suddenly branded as a hard-partying alcoholic? “I’ve told you before that accounting is demanding as hell. Yeah, I don’t get a lot of sleep. But I’ve always been clumsy. Don’t you remember the time we were biking up the hill and-“

“Nakai’s an accountant, and he’s doing just fine. He has weekends off-“

“Nakai does accounting for the local businesses, Kita,” Nishida said. “Tokyo’s a whole different ball game. It’s not really comparable. I promise I’m not on drugs. Okay?”

Kitahara’s mouth made a tight line. “Do you ever think about quitting?” she asked.

“What?”

“Aren’t you rich enough, now? You could get out anytime you wanted. You could retire, for fuck’s sake. Right?”

He toyed with the edge of the counter. “It’s… not that simple.”

“Why not? You have tons of money, right? You could live on it comfortably. Or are you in debt?”

“No. I’m debt free. Kita, stop coming up with conspiracy theories. I have a decent amount of money saved up, yes.”

“Then why keep working? You don’t like your job, so just quit. You could get a part-time thing, even. With a CV like yours, you could get any job you wanted.”

Nishida couldn’t suppress a sharp laugh. He hadn’t had a job that would look good an a CV for a decade. But he didn’t dwell on the irony. “I do like my job,” he insisted. “It’s fast-paced, sure, and it can be terrifying, but it’s exciting. I like my coworkers, I like the challenge, I like the flexibility I get. I’ve climbed pretty far, and I like that, too. The guys I supervise like me, and we work together well. I even like my boss, despite his idiosyncrasies.”

“He’s grinding you down to a pulp.”

She didn’t know how true the statement was. But, “Sure, he’s demanding,” Nishida shrugged. “Lots of bosses are. I wouldn’t trade him if I had the chance.”

The doorbell rang, cutting into Nishida’s speech. “I’ll get it,” he sighed. “Machida-san probably found out about mom’s party.”

“Old bitch,” Kitahara said good-naturedly, moving over to take Nishida’s spot at the counter.

Treading down the hall, Nishida double-checked that his shirt sleeves weren’t rolled up far enough to risk revealing a sliver of tattoo, and then he opened the door. “Hi,” he said. “Are you-“ And he froze.

“Sup,” Majima said. “I heard there was a birthday girl here?”

Nishida’s first instinct, after the cold sweat sweeping over him quieted down into terror, was to slam the door in Majima’s face.

Apparently years-old instincts of respect and obedience didn’t work outside of Kamurocho, because slamming the door in Majima’s face was just what Nishida did.

Majima jammed a steel-capped toe into the gap, preventing the door from closing completely. “How rude,” he said mildly. “I just came to celebrate your mom’s big day. She’s turning 70, right? That’s a big deal. It would be a shame if anything were to spoil the occasion.”

Nishida’s shirt was sticking to him. The summer day, once so pleasant, had become uncomfortably hot and cold at the same time. He wrenched the door open again. Majima smiled politely, as though nothing odd had happened. He was wearing a plain black suit, and he had a gift and flowers in his hands.

“Sir, could we… discuss this outside for a minute?” Nishida whispered weakly, still gripping the side of the door in a death grip. It might have been the only thing preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

“Hm? What’s there to discuss?” Majima asked innocently.

At just that moment, “Son?” Nishida’s mom called from the back hall, poking her head around the corner. “There’s - oh! Who’s this?”

“I’m Suzuki Goro,” Majima said quickly, with a slight bow. “I’m Nishida’s boss. Might you perhaps be the Nishida-san whose birthday I’ve come to celebrate?”

Nishida’s heart dropped into his stomach as his mom’s eyes widened. “Oh my!” she said and came hurrying down the hall. “Suzuki-san, please come in, it’s an honour to finally meet you!” She bowed low, multiple times, and, feeling sick, Nishida backed away from the door to give her space.

“He didn’t tell me you were coming,” Nishida’s mom fussed, puttering around Majima as though he had a coat for her to take. “I’m so sorry not to have given you a better greeting. Please, excuse my son’s rudeness and come join us.” She bowed again.

“Sure thing,” Majima said, smirking at Nishida over his mom’s head. “I do love a good party.”

“Wait,” Nishida said desperately. “Sir, sir, can’t I show you the front garden?”

“I seen it already, I came from the front. Gorgeous work, Nishida-san,” Majima said, winking roguishly at Nishida’s mom. At least, presumably it was a wink.

“Oh, why, thank you!” she exclaimed. “It’s nothing, really. Nothing at all.”

[thezombieprostitute]

Alphas & Algorithms - Part 7 - Feelings

A/N: Continued from Part 6 . Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Discussion of non-consensual relationships and unwanted pregnancy. Bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 8--

--Series Masterlist--

If there was one good thing Curtis could say about his work it’s that it gives him plenty of time and space to think. And there was much to think about. They’ve started working with the pups to get them used to the fact that he’s leaving. He knows he’s out of his depth in all of this, but he trusts his brother. His brother who still knew the hand signals from all those years ago. His brother who’s apparently been trying to hook him up with Omegas for years. 

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Hobie until he was practically in front of him.

“Oi, Curtis! How you gettin’ on with that pet? Meetin’ some interesting people from what I’ve ‘eard.”

“What do you want, Hobie? I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, figured you would. Got until the security drone comes by. Ask me somefin’.”

“How much does she know?”

“Dunno,” Hobie shrugs his shoulders. “Jus’ know she knows more than she says.”

Curtis sighs at the unhelpful answer and decides to not waste time arguing. “What’s Stevie’s, Steve’s, role in all of this?”

“Couple o’ Betas on the inside are ‘elpin’ with access. Sometimes even sabotage of the Omegas. Dunno th’ specifics, don’t need to.”

“Access?”

Hobie grins, “that’s a bit much to explain for the time you got.”

Curtis nods in acquiescence, “is her Beta in on everything?”

“Yup. It’s how we know she’s not sayin’ everything she smells.” Hobie looks around, “one last question, bruv.”

“Are you sure this plan will work?”

Hobie looked Curtis in the eyes, “enough that I put my life on the line for it.”

“It isn’t just your life at risk, though.”

Hobie smiles, “th’ way we’ve got everythin’ set up, me an’ maybe two others take the fall. No one else. Definitely no one in your Pack.” 

With that, Hobie runs off, giving Curtis a few seconds to get back to work before the security drone shows up. 

“Jake,” Y/N yells from the kitchen. “How did the date with Hope go?”

“It went alright,” he shrugged. Y/N could smell disappointment, which for Jake smelled like rain on a summer day when you’re supposed to be outside. Then she picked up the other scent, curry and warm, strong beer. A distinctive combination that made her think of overly crowded, chaotic art fairs: everyone freely expressing whatever and however they wanted. It was a scent that made her uncomfortable just thinking about the overstimulation. 

“Do you want some cookies or something to cheer you up?”

Jake chuckled, “can’t hide anything from you, huh?” Y/N smiled gently and shook her head. “Okay, the date didn’t go well. Turns out there were some serious differences of opinion but I’m hopeful they’re not deal-breakers, you know?”

Y/N hugs him, “I know.” The hug makes the scent of curry and warm beer stronger. It’s the same scent she’s smelled on people proven to be plotting against the AI. She worries for Jake, knows he’s lying about some things, but she trusts him. He’d never lie without reason and she’d be the last to speak up about the connecting scent. As her mother said, “just because you smell something doesn’t mean you have to say something.” 

“How did your date go? Did he say “yes” yet? Do I get my death-by-chocolate cake?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head as she smiled. “Today’s date got a bit off track when I saw Mr. Castle in the gym.”

Jake’s face fell, “oh damn. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay. Steve came by and picked up her tea so I didn’t have to take Curtis on that delivery. Pretty sure his opinions on Omegas wasn’t helped by our encounter with Colin and Suzanne at the community center.” Jake gave an appreciative grimace while Y/N continued, “then again, I definitely felt Curtis’s drive to protect me through the temporary bond. It was really sweet.”

“Ooo! Intriguing! I’m definitely going to get my cake and eat it too!”

Y/N smiles, “he’s also asked to meet you.” 

Jake stops and looks at her, “are you okay with that? You know both of us best. If you think it’ll be okay, I’m good to meet him.”

“He said that, since you’re the closest thing I have to a Pack, it would feel weird to not meet you. And, between the two of you, I really don’t think there’s any reason for animosity. He doesn’t seem the jealous type and you’re the supportive, not confrontational type, so I think it’ll be okay.”

“I promise to do whatever it takes to make everything super awkward!”

“You’re lucky I know you’re joking,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m genuinely hoping, if you two do get along, and he does eventually agree to be my Alpha, that you’ll give him some…help? Guidance? With my in-heat care. Especially with the foods and scents.”

“Oh it’s definitely getting serious,” Jake smiles. “If you want me to share my secret family recipes, it’s gotta be a sealed deal.”

Y/N’s face heats up and she looks down, still smiling. Jake’s eyes go wide, “you really like him, don’t you?”

She nods, “he’s living up to the promise in his scent. He’s warm, smart, makes me feel safe and comfortable. I…I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of "want" for intimacy.”

Jake takes her hands, “I’m so happy for you! Can’t wait for you two to make it official.”

When Curtis gets home, the pups immediately rush him. Timmy and Andy grab his hands and lead him to the table while Yona gives him a serious face and says, “we need to talk.” They all sit at the table to eat but the pups are asking him questions between bites.

“Is it true that we’re moving?”

“Still ironing out the details,” Curtis says. “But I think Andrew, Tonya and I are agreed that everyone’s moving.” The adults nod.

“Why are we moving?”

Curtis sighs and thinks before answering, “because that’s how things go. Life requires us to make changes from time to time and that time for us is now.” Timmy and Yona seem okay with the answer but Andy looks to Andrew for confirmation first.

“Are you going to move with us?”

“Maybe for a little bit,” Curtis hesitates. “But, ultimately, I’ll be moving in with that Omega who’s been courting me.”

“Is it because we ate her cookies? Do we owe her for that?”

“No, not at all,” Curtis quickly asserts. “Not one bit of this is because of you. And those cookies were freely given.”

“Do you love her?”

Curtis pauses at that question. He’s been so busy thinking about his brother, his Pack, the pups, he hasn’t really thought about his actual feelings about her. The temporary bond is almost completely gone but it could still be coloring his feelings so he chooses his words carefully.

“I don’t know that it’s love, but I do know that I trust her. I feel comfortable around her. She’s honest, strong, caring, comforting, smart. She’s definitely changed my perspective on Omegas.” He stops when he hears the pups giggling and gives them a confused look.

“You were smiling,” Timmy giggled. “You do like her! You don’t smile for anyone you don’t like!” 

“Thats…Okay, you’re right. I’m not much of a smiler.”

“Curtis is in love!” the kids chant for a bit while Tanya and Andrew are trying not to laugh. The teasing continues well into the night, well after they should all be asleep, but Curtis doesn’t push it. He wants to enjoy these moments while he can.

--Part 8--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

[kiseiakhun]

"dating your enemy's sibling" with DickKyle

Thank u for this 100% organic prompt that I definitely did not ask you to send

*

Kyle had exchanged maybe two entire words with Dick Grayson in his life. Which is strange, considering their mutual circle of acquaintances, but somehow they always end up just missing each other. Still, their overlapping friends means that Kyle knows more about Dick than is perhaps warranted for two people who mostly nod at each other from across the room.

If someone were to ask Kyle to explain his thought process, it would go something like this: first, Dick is Wally's best friend, and Kyle and Wally may be friends but Wally is also the second most annoying person Kyle knows, superseded only by his cousin. Thus, annoying Wally back is morally, spiritually, and ethically correct, and Wally would be so peeved if Kyle were to sleep with his best friend, specifically to annoy him.

Second, and most importantly, Dick Grayson is Jason Todd's brother. And just, fuck that guy. Fuck that guy in general.

Which is why, when Kyle sees Dick at Donna's birthday party, he hooks a finger in the collar of his shirt, ostensibly to catch his attention. "Hey," Kyle shouts over the loud music of the club, "shots?"

"What?" Dick yells back.

Kyle tugs him closer, raises his free hand to his mouth and mimes throwing back a shooter. He glances back at the bar, giving Dick a questioning look, and Dick nods, following him through the crowd of writhing dancers.

They stumble to the bar with all the grace of a newborn colt. At least, Kyle does. Dick still looks annoyingly put together, even though Kyle knows he was pre-gaming with the rest of them. When Kyle almost runs into another person, Dick grabs his arm.

"Easy," he says, his voice right next to Kyle's ear. His hand is cool on Kyle's overheated skin, squeezing once before dropping to Kyle's waist.

"I can walk," Kyle complains half heartedly.

"I know," Dick says, his lips almost brushing Kyle's ear with how close he has to lean to be heard over the background noise. "Let's get you your shots." He guides Kyle over to the bar, expertly maneuvering through the crowd of clustered people. "What do you want to drink?"

He's still holding Kyle up like Kyle might collapse any second now, and Kyle doesn't know if he feels patronized or if he's glad for the support. "Um," he says, sluggish brain trying to work through the question, "tequila?"

Dick wrinkles his nose. "Gross."

"What do you mean, gross?" Kyle bumps his shoulder. "Tequila's a classic."

"Don't you want something a little more exciting?" Dick roots around his pockets, pulling out a black card. "I mean, you're an artist, right? Be a little more creative."

Kyle was about to offer to pay, even though Dick is already paying for this whole thing so really, it's a moot point, and Kyle doesn't even know if he brought enough change, but still, it's the done thing to do. Instead, he frowns. "Huh. You're a lot meaner than I thought."

"I heard you liked that," Dick says, drawing the bartender over with a flashy smile.

"Who-" Kyle starts, and then shuts his mouth. "That's a low blow."

"You still want tequila?" Dick asks.

"Get whatever you want." Kyle rolls his eyes, leaning his cheek against the expensive-feeling fabric of Dick's shirt. "Show me how creative you are."

"Hm," Dick says, "alright," and leans over the counter. "Two Irish flags."

"Oh, you're funny," Kyle says, "you're real funny."

"Yup," Dick says cheerfully, with no hint of irony, and holds up the triple layered drink. "Cheers."

They drink the Irish flags. And then a melon ball, tie me to the bedpost, slippery nipple, and, finally, cum in a hot tub.

"I'm not drinking that," Kyle says, eyeing the thick white liquor with no small amount of distrust. His face is burning either from the alcohol or from all the suggestive names.

"It's just Malibu." Dick clinks their glasses together. The corner of his lip is curled up in amusement.

"I'm serious," Kyle insists. "I'll throw up on your shoes."

"Are you going to waste perfectly good liquor? And after I already paid for it, too." Dick picks up a shot glass and looks pointedly at Kyle. "You know they upcharge them here."

"You're rich." Kyle scowls. "That's probably like five cents to you."

"Hm," Dick says, and leans closer to Kyle. He cradles the back of Kyle's head, his fingers sliding into Kyle's hair.

"Um," Kyle says, watching Dick lift the glass. A bit of the white liquor splashes out, dripping between his fingers, and Kyle watches it slide between the grooves of his skin as the cold rim of the shot glass bumps against Kyle's lip, thick cream and sweet, cloying coconut.

"Don't make a mess," Dick tells him, and slowly tips the glass back. And for some reason, Kyle opens his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets the sweet cream drip down his tongue in a thick velvet river, milk and rum and coconut. It's too sweet, pooling at the back of his throat in a thick heavy slog of pure syrup.

The last of the drink empties from the glass, leaving a creamy film. Dick sets it back down on the counter without looking, and Kyle snaps his mouth shut. Dick reaches up again, brushing his thumb through the sticky sugar on Kyle's lips. It comes away white, and he hums, sticking it in his own mouth.

"Do I have to tell you to swallow, too?" He asks, sounding amused, and Kyle feels his face blaze red, throat working as he forces himself to swallow it all at once.

"You," Kyle says, "have shit taste in drinks, and the weirdest way of flirting."

"Is that what we're doing?" Dick asks, and he has the gall to look innocent. "Flirting?"

"You're not cute," Kyle tells him, "and also, I'm going to the smoke pit, because-"

"Seriously, guys?" Wally's loud voice rises above the din of the crowd. They turn to see Wally gawping at them and Donna, draped against his shoulder, looking delighted.

"What are you - you-" Wally rounds on Kyle. "I didn't even do anything to you!"

"Newsflash, West," Kyle pushes away from Dick to face him, "not everything in my life revolves around you."

"You don't even know Dick!" Wally flails his arms in his best approximation of if his arms were suddenly and tragically replaced by those spring loaded jack in the box clown toys.

And really, that opening is too good to pass up. Kyle grins. He leans over, wraps his arm around Dick's waist, and turns, almost nuzzling into his neck. "Oh, Dick and I were getting to know each other quite well," he says, "weren't we?"

For the first time ever since Kyle had met Wally, a miracle happens. Wally falls silent and just stares in abject horror.

Dick laughs quietly into Kyle's hair. He tips his head down and asks, "but really, what did Wally do this time?"

"Nothing," Kyle whispers back. "Actually, I was thinking of how much Jason would hate it if we hooked up."

"Huh," Dick says, and then he reaches into his pocket and hands Donna his card. "Happy birthday, Donna. Sorry I'm going to miss it."

"Don't forget to use protection!" Donna calls after them as Dick drags Kyle away, not sounding the least bit mad. "You two both owe me dinner. I want every detail."

(Donna does eventually get her dinner. With them both. At the same time. Dick and Kyle both vow to never blow her off again.)

[storiesofsvu]

Alright… season finale night! I am sat with my dinner and ready to GO!

I remember the promo for OG looking pretty good, so here’s hoping that sets the scene for tonight!

Okay, this starlet couple is giving taylor vibes… plus she says her fans can get a bit crazy and she’s had a stalker for years? Yeah… the writers are pulling from that here.. esp cause we already know the shooter was going for the DA so it's not like they're pulling from an actual case of the sports guy getting shot... lol

UGH I just remembered this is Kate’s last ep and now I’m sad (oh god I hope she doesn’t die…)

Man… if I’m ever a suspect I’m totally fucked cause I’m always just “uh.. I was at home… alone.” LOL.

Completely unrelated: I am freezing right now. WHY? It’s summer?! Its so warm outside!

Okay, I thought the find my phone app was only for apple? does android have a similar feature?

HOLY FUCK! SHAW IN THE WHITE TEE WITH THE VEST?! FUCK ME.

PLEASE! HE’S SO FUCKING HOT

“we’ll put eddie on the stand first thing tmr.” Yeah that bitch is gonna be dead.

Yup. Called it.

OHHkay, at least they mentioned a safehouse cause I was wondering why tf he wasn’t under protective custody

Can’t they just charge the guy for the murder of the sports dude and call it a day? Like, he’d go down for that for like what? 25 to life? (like, yeah I *get* *why* they want to prove that he was actually trying to kill the da, but like.. still)

OH MY GOD ESPECIALLY IF THERE’S SOME DEEP DARK SECRET HE HAS!!?? WTF??

Oh hot damn that is some fucking dirty laundry. And let me guess, her dad got the charges talked down….

Okay that wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been

THAT’S THE END OF THE EPISODE?!? DUDE.

Toronto:

Okay, that opening was actually pretty good and nearly hooked me in but I am making friendship bracelets and listening to swift as it plays so im not really paying attention. Lol.

Okay, affair. Sus.

LOL

My dumb ass saw a BTS pic of this opening scene and thought it was from a table read LOL.

“unknown subject” COME ON. You are not criminal minds guys!

K, im loving Velasco and Bruno being paired together, but it is just fueling this thurst…

What kind of person comes home to a dark apartment and doesn’t use their phone flashlight to get around?? Like, candles would not be my first instinct lol

“it’s our unsub” STOP IT! It’s been 25 years and you have always called them “perps” (yes, yes, I know it’s likely a common term among law enforcement –maybe?—but STILL). Like… on cm they have to explain the term to the locals, so this is just a CM fan on the writing team or something and I fucking hate it.

Velasco in yet another sweater that I am definitely stealing.

What happened to Lorraine Baxter? (that was her name, right?) did she step down after her husband died/was linked to a case? Cause I don’t think that was ever brought up but suddenly there’s a new person in her position?? (or was betty buckley just not available for this episode and they went lazy?)

OMG THE INSIDE OF A COURTROOM?? IT’S A MIRACLE.

Phoebe being out of town? Fin denied a beer from Velasco so he can go home and play video games all night.

Jfc. It’s been like 20 years since fin’s been shot. Ice out here earning his cheque this week.

KETO. LOL.

Bruh, olivia’s not gonna buy you fake ass story lol.

“if I say yes can I change the subject?” LOL.

Saw this in the promo and still fucking forgot it was going to happen.

WHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY are we still back with Maddy?!?

All the fans want is some actual family/found family shit WITH THE SQUAD. I don’t know a SINGLE person who has been happy to see any of the times maddy’s come back?

OHHHHHH IM DYING

BENSLERS???!! HOW ARE Y’ALL FEELING ABOUT OLIVIA GIVING AWAY THE FUCKING COMPASS??!! LOOOOOLLLLL

Like, I’m not the person for that ship, but they really have just been bating y’all all fucking season and FOR THAT?!

Oh HOLY SHIT we were actually given a phone call?! Now THAT was unexpected. Like, I GET it, having M or Chris guest starring on the other show would be such a fucking hassle when they have their own shows to run but like, just a hint of them trying to at least repair their friendship now that he’s been back in nyc for what? Like 3?4? years now? And there’s been nothing?? (im likely leaning more into this and being frustrated about it because ive been watching 1.0 again and seeing their dynamic and just how close and in sync they were all the time, like, even 10 years of radio silence there’s gotta be something there. I do get that if one or both had romantic feelings that it would feel like a bigger betrayal that would complicate upon reunion, but like, at the very least have them be besties working diff units please?)

Okay, that episode wasn’t great. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. Definitely didn’t feel like a season finale…

OC time…

Eli’s gf has to be pregnant, there’s no other explanation imo

Okay now THIS feels like the start to a season finale!

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT! LOOOL to Bernie just instantly knowing.

Family dinner sounds like a fantastic idea now that eli’s gf is knocked up and Elliot doesn’t know and joe’s running around being a literal criminal. I cannot wait to see this Bernie. (there’s no sarcasm there. I really hope it happens)

Does joe know/realize that elliot’s currently working this case? Like, that both of them could get killed when the fact that they’re brothers gets out? (okay we got through the commercial break, I forgot joe was all “I can be your informant” last ep! Goldfish brain!)

God I love Ayanna so much

Where are the rest of the stabler kids? Lol.

Eli out here seriously 100% following in elliots footsteps. Jeeze lol “family tradition” LOL yeah, having a kid right out of high school lololol

LOOOLL to jet starting to explain what a dm is to stabler lol

 Im pretty sure they’ve got vests on under their coats but I cant actually *see* any of them and that irks me and makes me nervous.

How is there only 5 minutes of this show left?! How are they ENDING a season like this?! Like this is an ongoing story, the main perp is still out there, on his way to CUBA and Joe is ON the plane with them…

Okay, OC was good, it felt like a season finale minus the Joe arc, I liked the summary of Elliot’s journey and how he’s been feeling and him visiting kathy’s grave at the end too to tell her about eli. Also love that he figured it out on his own that she was pregnant cause like.. dude had five kids, he’s bound to know pregnancy symptoms lol.

Honestly.. I think mothership was the best of the night!

Now we go back to season 3 and continue our rewatch over summer hiatus and pray to the gods that svu next season is better than the crap they’ve been feeding us.

Season 26 Wants:

-Curry & Sykes gone. (it doesn’t make sense for the politics/plot).

-Bruno to be upgraded to main cast

-A new female DETECTIVE who they’ll actually keep on for more than a season or two and we’ll get a good character arc out of her (bonus points for her being queer but we all know that’ll be the reason she disappears instantly) (also I don’t want her to be so fucking green. Make it so that she moved from another state/borough and has been working sex crimes for like, 5+ years already, someone that benson doesn’t need to babysit!)

-She could also be the sergeant if they move fin up to lieutenant and I think that’d be bad ass

-Rollins popping up more BUT, as Olivia’s friend, or a consult on a case with whatever her new job is

-More family/found family moments

-Maybe an actual court room scene once in a while, bring back some of our beloved defence attorneys and give Carisi something to DO for once

-Overall a bigger regular cast. S8/9 was PRIME for that kind of shit cause we had a captain, a sergeant, three to four detectives, an ADA, an ME, and a psychiatrist that were in basically every episode. I know that it’s likely a budget issue nowadays, but they could rotate through everyone LIKE THEY ARE DOING NOW, but with less people, it makes no sense. It made sense when there was such a larger cast cause it’d give one character an episode to show off and then they’d be gone or only have 1 line the next, they’re simply not utilizing the cast that they have right now and it’s fucking stupid and fucking sucks.

I think that’s all I’ve got for now lol. We’ll see…

[lanaloud1992]

Alright, Wendy's under a spell here, if it seems too OOC...which it does XD Okay, the picture is meant to be heartreaking and the conversation I wrote down turned out like Peter and Wendy teasing each other. The two moods don't match at all for which I hope you'll forgive me. As well as for the writting's mistakes and the not perfect picture design. I didn't have patience to make all perfect, sorry. Here's the shortest explanation of the situation I could write-

One day Peter had taken Wendy on a late night walk. They had played tag, teased each other and talked about how great Peter was. Yup, it had been a perfect night for him. Then they had fell asleep, in each other's arms the boy could tell. But the next thing he remembered was waking up on Jolly Roger with pirates laughing at him and with Wendy nowhere to be seen. As well as, he quickly had noticed, Captain Hook. Somehow, he had managed to set himself free and then the captain had arrived. Peter had been livid and attacked him forcing him to tell where's Wendy.

"How can I know? She's not my girl" Hook had laughed "But I swear, my boy, I swear in the Devil that your girl is not here."

Peter hadn't believed him. But he knew Hook never lied when he swore in Devil. So Peter had left, alarmed The Lost Boys and checked every single inch of the island for Wendy. But he never found her. Finally Peter had returned to Jolly Roger only to feel the most horrible shock in his life.

"Where's Wendy, Hook?" he had shouted "I know she's somewhere here!"

"Why don't ask her my boy" the captain had answered.

"So, you're Peter Pan"

Peter had turned only to meet the most bloody red eyes he had ever seen.

And he had seen his girl. Enchanted. Evil. Wicked like Captain Hook, he had understood. Before that moment Peter had never thought such horror as he felt could exist.

[tiredassmage]

“shielding the other one with their body “ for any ship who pipes up 👀

This one has been taunting me for ages and I finally put the idea I had about it down, but endings???? Who is she??? Can't figure out how to end this one because I had a single cute scene in my head and the technicalities of what they're doing is definitely above me, but it's also above Cee, so I guess it works? xD

[touch prompts]

x-x-x-x-x-x-

“Why the kriff did we agree to this?” Cee hissed shakily as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Relax,” Oliver murmured against her hair, “We’re almost there, I promise.”

“Right,” she ground through her teeth. “'Just relax.' One bad step and we both go plummeting to our deaths. You sure got a lot of faith in me, spyboy.”

She was pressed up against him on a pitiful excuse for a walkway on the top of some hideout or another - the details from his debrief were escaping her at the moment. Thinking about anything that wasn’t the warmth of his chest against her back right now was liable to make her nauseous.

He chuckled lightly, but steadied a hand on her hip as she reached for the next ladder. “All you gotta do is jack me in to that panel, remember? The rest is all me.”

“Mmhhm,” Cee hummed. She wrapped her hands tighter around the polls as she pulled upwards. She could see it now. Just a little more. “If I fall, Oli-”

“I know, I know, you’ll haunt me for the rest of my life. You’re doing great, sweetheart,” he said. As promised, he was right behind her every step of the way.

She leaned back into his steadying hold for support as she started to finally haul herself up onto the narrow platform.

“Risha, we’re almost in position,” he reported.

“Delightful. Standing by. Try not to die.”

“Risha!” Cee hissed.

“Focus, baby,” Oli encouraged, “She’s just trying to lighten your nerves.”

“Real funny way of doin’ it,” Cee complained, carefully lowering herself to sit on the platform with her feet dangling free and her back against the panel wall. Nar Shadaa’s lights danced energetically in all directions and she felt her heart drop into her stomach.

Who the kriff thought it was alright to hide a security panel all the way up here? Probably hoping anyone plummeted to their deaths at some point. It’d keep all those Cartel secrets safe or… something.

“Hey,” Oliver said carefully, eyeing her as he set out a datapad beside her. “Stick with me, alright?”

She nodded, but her wide eyes didn’t move from the depths of the city.

“Help me with this wire, yea?” Cee finally blinked as Oliver braced carefully against the ladder. “I need you to hook us in. The data spike should be in-”

She scooted a bit closer to rustle through the inner pockets of his jacket. A mild frown of concentration flickered across his lips. “I think- Other side, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“Not what I would’ve planned for our honeymoon,” she muttered, noticing out of the corner of her eye the way his lips shifted into an amused smile doubtlessly due to the flush rising to her cheeks.

Sure enough, she located their data spike in his other pocket. “I’ll get you something nice, once we’re done with this job,” he said. Cee squinted at him, leaving him an opening to press a quick kiss against her nose that made her stick out her tongue. He merely smirked before he nodded to the panel. “Now, let’s crack open that panel and see what we’ve got.”

“You owe me so big for this, Oli. Tell that jackass back at command-”

“Into that top right spot there.” He shifted how he was braced to indicate a socket near a small, blinking light. “Alright.” He eyed the datapad set out beside her on the walkway. “Give me a minute to get into the network. Risha?”

“Starting to come through. Filter out the garbage and I’ll forward what they want.”

“Yup.”

“D’you… I dunno, want up here instead?”

Oliver quirked a brow without moving his eyes from the datapad. “Nah. Unless you want to-?”

“No, no, I’m. I’m good,” Cee shook her head and puffed out a sharp, short breath. “I’m not going back down there alone.”

He smiled faintly. “That’s what I thought. We’re almost done, I promise.”

“Right.” Cee gripped the edge of the platform until her knuckles were white. “Oli? Just keep talking to me.”

“Alright then,” he said with a light shrug. “Where did you want to go?”

“Huh?”

“Nar Shadaa’s obviously off your list,” he said with the flicker of an amused smile. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Uhm… Somewhere warm, for one,” Cee mused. “I have had enough of this snowy blizzard planet nonsense.”

“No romantic returns to Hoth then,” he teased. “Got it.” Cee stuck her tongue out briefly. “Hurry up, spyboy. They’re gonna start missin’ us up here and I am not going to try to run on all of these narrow little death traps.”

"I'd still be right behind you," Oli offered.

She finally eased into a smile. "I know."

[naurasweetarudesu]

I Hate My Name part 1

This is just a silly story of my TTTE OC, Dewi Sri's backstory. I also had another TTTE OC in this story that i keep hidden because i still not done designing them. But yeah, have this two mysterious characters that Sri really cares the most.

September 29th, 1935

This is a big day for me. For the first time since I arrived here, I was appointed to transport some wagons full of sugar to the dock. This was supposed to be Kak Lea's job. But she was scheduled for smokebox cleaning today. So Meneer appointed me. I've never gone this far to deliver something. Ooh, I'm getting a bit nervous about this.

As I was getting ready to leave, I saw Kak Harendra busy carrying boxes of sugar and helping other workers load them onto the trucks. I quickly approached him.

"Kak Har?" I greeted hesitantly.

"Oh, D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘! Have you finished getting ready? Too bad, we haven't finished putting all the sugar into the trucks. You don't mind waiting until it's done, do you?" He offered.

"Oh, no! Um… actually I haven't finished getting ready yet! I came here because I was surprised to see you working outside. Are you… not feeling sick today?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better today, thank you." He answered confidently. "You know, before I died, I wanted to at least be involved with a lot of things. One of them is to help you do something. Well, when the opportunity arises, I should take it, shouldn't I-?"

"Kak," I interrupted. "Can we for once not talk about death?"

I looked at him. He was frozen in place. It was a good thing the box he was carrying didn't fall over.

"Oh, umm, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you actually hate listening to me ranting about my possible short life expectancy. You must be feeling bummed out because of it. Sorry…" He apologized.

"Well, I understand that it's scary, so you just leave it to fate to decide, but you have to be optimistic! We all work hard here so Meneer has the money to mend you. So don't talk easily about death like that. It makes us all sad, you know?" I'm trying to reassure him.

He chuckled. "Alright, then. I'll keep it in mind."

Finally, all the sugar boxes were loaded into the trucks. I went around checking all the rows of wagons, making sure that none of the hooks were loose or broken. As I was checking the fourth carriage, Kak Lea approached me.

Kak Lea has always had trouble expressing emotions through her face since I've been working here. If you are a stranger, you would think that when she approaches you with her flat face, she is going to scolding or cursing you. But I could see that behind that flat face, she was actually feel happiness seeing me about to do my first run to the dock.

"So, are you ready for your first run to the docks?" Even her voice sounded flat. But like I said, I could sense that she was actually quite happy.

"Yup, but I'm a bit nervous. Hehe." I tried to laugh. She glanced at me before she shifted her gaze to her hands.

"D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘," She patted my shoulder. She then placed each of her index fingers on the right and left sides of her lips, and pushed the surrounding skin upwards, making it look like she was smiling (unnaturally).

"Good luck. I'm proud of you."

I paused, taking a few seconds to process what had just happened. Did Kak Lea… just tried to smile for me?

"Awww! Were you trying to smile for me just now?" I hugged her movingly. She was startled by the hug attack.

I hopped to my engine. Getting ready to head to the dock. My fireman, Babeh Jamsari was waiting for me in the cab. "Ready to go, D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘?"

"Of course!" But before that, I looked out the window, waved at Kak Lea and Kak Har. I blew the whistle and set off.

[ajthinks]

NaNoWriMo 2023 - Update 3

Yup. It’s that time again. Can you tell the energy is waning?

So, this week I really tried hard to push myself and write scenes that are more slice-of-life and less action in order to fill out the first half of the arc. It worked alright, but I’ve noticed these recent scenes are about half as long as the other scenes I’ve written this month. Not really important, as I’ll end up stringing multiple scenes into one chapter later on (for the most part), but it’s something I’ve noticed. Maybe this coming week I’ll focus less on new scenes and more on fleshing out existing scenes… or maybe that’ll be a task for December… will think more on this later.

Enough rambling. Here’s the official list for this past week:

More discovered about how I write: slice-of-life is hard for me and must be a deliberate choice. Yeah, I think I wrote twice as many scenes compared to last week, but they’re all half as long on average.

I’ve managed to stay on target! Not every day, some days were just lighter on words than others. But as of last night, I’m just barely a day ahead. Woo!

Sunday was my best day so far this month, with 4771 words! A good day, especially as I’m sure I’ll struggle to find time to write this coming holiday. Thanksgiving Day just looming over me…

How about you? Good words? Bad words? They’re all words and so count.

Snippet

Uncle Tio was the only family mage Rin knew that wasn’t also clan. Maybe he’d have a different perspective, Rin thought. He bit his lip, then blurted out his question. “How do you weave illusion?”

“Easy,” Tio answered with an easy shrug. “I look at where I want the illusion and I picture it.” He held out his hand to Rin — palm up — to demonstrate. Half a heartbeat later a beautiful pink blossom bloomed from the center of that calloused hand. Fingers tipped with hooked scars just brushed the edges of the bloom, swiping the petals as Tio twisted his wrist and then held a dark green stem. He proffered the flower to Nika.

“Like I’d fall for that again,” he sniffed.

With a huff of laughter, Tio let the flower mist away. He tugged a limp lock of hair that dangled behind Nika’s left ear. “Too much of your mum in you, serious one.”

Nika’s grumbling red face smoothed into something too still and neutral, and Rin winced.

Rin shook his head and looped his arm through Nika’s, tugging his brother close. “Nika’s league’s of fun. Just the quiet kind.” With that declaration, he waved to Tio, then steered Nika towards the food tables and the roaring laughter that could only be caused by their father.

[emotionalsupportkelpie]

Helloooo, I just read your short story Like it's a Mad Thing (I'd it saved on my likes for a while and thought that today was a good day to give it a go, and now I'll make that your problem by leaving some unsolicited comments). --spoiler alert for other people reading this ask-- You know, it's not everyday that I read something narrated in second-person, so my first thought was "hmm strange but interesting", but then you gave me this: "We watch you invisibly from the back seat, longing to tell you: Just dump him, honey" AND OOOHHH MAN YOU GOT ME THERE like it's not an arbitrary decision, it's in second person for a reeeeaaasooonnn - I'm instantly HOOKED. It's creepy, it's scary, and I LOVE IT! Your daily life descriptions are incredibly relatable and set the mood so effectively, I was reading like "yup, yup, totally, adult life, yeah…" and then I'm hit with these little CREEPY AF lines like "We wish he never did. Someday you will too. It’s only a matter of time." aaaaaaaaaaaah and then we're back to very relatable instances of adult life and descriptions of millennial worries that are already by themselves a horror story… "Everything will be okay" - is it?????? I doubt it!! *keeps reading fervently* "You don't like spicy food" - indeed I really don't - "You could pick the pepper off, but you know that might make him feel bad. So instead you smile and eat the pizza just the way it is, chugging gulps of water after every bite" - are you in my head???? this IS ME I DO THIS (*dreading what's gonna happen in this story*) "you see us in our many forms: the hag, the witch, the devil’s vessel." WHAT DOES THAT MEAN And the boyfriend is a fucking psychoooooo (you write him beautifully, I want to see his insides, preferably on the floor). "Doesn’t he know how hard it was to get help? To start taking the pills in the first place? Doesn’t he understand you’re still learning how to love yourself, and that those pills were supposed to help get you there?" - you're in my head again, fuck I mean I was on Lexapro for some years and IT WAS VERY HARD to start taking it (harder than it was to stop when it was time in fact), everything you wrote here it's so fucking real "We only recognize someone stirring in you, and we’re waiting for her to awaken" YES LETS GO APESHIT and then I notice how I started reading this, dreading the horror part - I knew I was gonna read a horror thing but I was dreading the horror thing - but now I WANT it, I AM BLOODTHIRSTY - how did you turn these tables? you totally led me somewhere else while I wasn't looking, but I mean even the earlier comment about wanting to kill the boyfriend, I can see how you were building it now but I didn't see it while it was happening, but it makes sense!!! I'm not reading the final girl story I'm reading the monster story - I am the monster!!! and it's so good?? I'm not even scared anymore... "You find yourself rooting for us, for the mad women in all our incarnations, comforted by our presence on the screen, reassured and even inspired by our righteous anger." - YES I FUCKING DO I FUCKING AM "She’s awake." let's. fuck. shit. up. office haunting scene is super cool, very classic-horror-movie vibes. I really like this phrase: "letting the darkness become you." Boyfriend terrorizing scene is chef's kiss. "Like I’m a monster.” nooo I was wrong HE'S the monster. He's always the monster… “You should have killed him.” damn right! lol Although I feel like you sort of pulled your punch at the end (you could've gone full gore and I would've been here for it) I still like it that you ended on an unexpected lighter note :) like yeah she'll be alright, she can handle the evil by herself now (she? I? us?). Cool how you touched on the female-horror-creature subject. you did it in way that was both familiar but also surprising. You took me for a ride and I appreciated it. This story kicks ass!

Waaaahhhhh!!!!! 🥺 You're the best ever, you know that?!?! Thank you so so much!!!!!!!! Unsolicited comments, sure, but definitely not unwelcome! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story, and I got a total kick out of reading all your reactions! 💙

[wysteria-clad]

Once upon a time

paring: Jack Russell x fem! wife! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: brush your teeth after reading this cause it's too sweet

a/n: sweet, domestic fluff with our favourite wolf boy <3

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"Once upon on a time-"

"Long, long, long ago" the little boy piped up with excitement.

"Now I think about it, it's not that long ago, "

"Papa!"

"Vale, si. Long, long, long ago" Jack added couple of 'o' at the last 'long' with a smile after watching his son smile.

"There was a big bad wolf living in the dark forest"

"Why was it called 'The Dark forest'?"

"Big, scary creatures roamed in that forest"

"Like uncle Ted?"

"Like uncle Ted."

"But he is not scary, he is silly" the child said with a goofy grin.

"To us, he is not scary." Jack smiled.

"Or the forest was really dark at night, that's why it was called 'The Dark forest'

"Who is the one telling the story, changuito?"

"Me!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes! The big bad wolf man was not really bad, and he got into trouble one day" the little boy chirped up.

"Wolf man?" Jack got up from the bed for a moment to close to the windows.

"Yup" the child said, popping up the 'p'. "Some bad people got the wolf man, they wanted to hurt him. And then a very powerful-"

"And then a very powerful witch-"

The boy raised his hands, exclaiming, "A very powerful, cool, awesome-

"Si, a very powerful, cool, awesome," Jack couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face like warmth, "and the kindest witch saved him from the trouble. Hermosa."

"With her awesome witch powers?"

"Si, with her awesome witch powers" he ruffled the kid's hair.

"What happened after that?"

"The wolf man and the witch became friends."

"And then?"

"The witch fell in love with the wolf man first."

"Oh really?" you walked into your son's bedroom.

"Mama!"

"That's what I remember, amor" Jack added with a sheepish grin.

"Mmm hmm" you strode towards him and pecked his cheek.

"Now I remember it, I think the wolf man fell in love with the witch first"

"The cool witch."

"The wolf man fell in love with the cool witch."

"And then?"

"And then they got married one day and they had-"

"Me!"

You can see your son's new front tooth gap as he grinned.

"Yes, you, sweetheart"

"Mama, will I be cool like you when I grow up?"

"Yes, you will be cool like your mama"

"Hey, your papa is cool too!" Jack pretended to be offended.

"Less cool than mama" your son giggled.

"You take that back, young man. Oh, you've angered the wolf man!" Jack tickled your son with his 'scary claws'.

Hearing your child's laughter, your husband, that moment was just perfect. A smile decorated your face.

"Papa is cool like mama!"

Your husband only stopped after your son confessed it.

You shook your head playfully. "Alright, time to sleep now."

"Good night, mama. Good night, papa"

"Good night, my little wolf" with a smile never leaving your face, you bent down to kiss his forehead.

"Mi tesoro" Jack pulled the blanket up to cover your son and turning off the table lamp.

.

.

After exiting you child's room, you turned towards your husband with a mischievous grin, "Why don't you act out a bedtime story for me, papi?"

"Oh, you are a wicked witch" Jack hooked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You love it" you chuckled, closing the remaining gap between you with a passionate kiss. "I love you, Jack."

He leaned back a bit to look into your eyes, he cupped your cheek with one hand, his other hand resting on your waist, "Te amo, mi vida."

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Translation (not 100% literal & accurate):

vale, si - alright, yes

changuito - little monkey

hermosa - referring a gorgeous woman

amor - love

mi tesoro - my treasure

te amo - I love you

mi vida - my life

[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Chapter 5 - Find Me In Da Club

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: The gang arrive at the much-awaited club... where there are a few surprises in store for Drake.

Word Count: 4,400

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, rude behaviour, angst, sexual tension)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: Apologies this took me so long! August ended up being quite a busy month, so I didn’t get as much writing done as I wanted to. Also... this is not the whole chapter 😅 Because this installment was getting close to 7,000 words (and it was still not done!) I decided to split it into two chapters to (a) give y’all something to read, since you’ve been waiting so patiently (or not, in some cases 😆), (b) make the posting on Tumblr a bit more manageable, and (c) this way I could use both chapter theme songs that I could not for the life of me decide between! The next chapter should be up a bit faster because it’s about half done already, and my schedule should be back to a bit more normal from September 🤞

Chapter 5 - Find Me In Da Club

"Let me guess..." I sigh, picking up the tumbler to tip the rest of my drink back. "Max's bright idea?"

I know that going clubbing was the original plan. But I guess I kinda hoped we'd have more time on our impromptu detour... Especially since Gale’s finally talking to me, and I don’t want to lose the hard-won progress I managed to make with her.

Plus — as she so aptly put it just now — I’m nowhere near satisfied yet and I want to keep her to myself for as long as possible...

"Nope!" declares Leo impishly. "It was actually the girls' suggestion. And it'd be rude to keep them waiting. So, chop-chop!"

"Alright, alright," I grumble, dropping the glass back onto the bar top and reaching for my wallet. "I'll be over in a minute."

"Better make it a New York minute," Leo advises with a clap on my back. "Because it'd be mighty bad form for the best man to miss the climax of the night!"

He saunters off with a rakish wink in Gale's direction.

I roll my eyes as I pull the platinum credit card out again.

If there’s one thing that Chris didn't need help with, it’s finding a hook-up... Which is why I bet on him last night.

But Leo’s right in that I probably shouldn't hang around too long. Because this trip had been my idea, and as the de facto best man (even though it hasn’t officially been announced yet), it’s my job to make sure that Chris gets the best night out that the Big Apple can provide...

...and that he also makes it back to the hotel — and to Cordonia — on time and in one piece, and ideally without any recreational drugs floating around in his system. Otherwise, the plane ride back (not to mention the all-important Masquerade Ball) is going to be rough as fuck for everyone involved.

"So, you're here... on a bachelor party?" asks Gale, her voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Yeah," I reply, raising my hand to signal my desire to settle up with the bartender.

"And you're the best man."

"Yup..." I confirm, tapping the card against the bar top as I wait for the guy to print off the receipt.

She cocks her head to the side with a frown. "You don't seem very happy about it..."

I respond with a nonchalant shrug. "It is what it is. How I feel about it isn't important."

"Shouldn't it be?"

Turning my head, I catch her gaze. She's looking at me with laser-like focus — like she had last night when she'd been trying to decipher where I was from... Only this time it feels like she’s trying to get a read on my very soul.

I quickly break eye contact. "No."

"Why n—?"

"Cash or card?" asks the bartender, cutting off Gale with impeccable timing as he places the cheque in front of me.

"Card," I reply, quickly scanning the list of items to make sure everything’s in order.

Christ, this girl’s more persistent than a dog with a bone...

But I can’t exactly tell her that I’m best man to a prince at the mercy of tradition, and the last thing I’m looking forward to doing is standing by Chris' side in a few months' time, pretending to be happy for him while I officially and irrevocably witness his marriage to a blue-nosed social climber in front of God, his family, and the entire kingdom.

Because we’re supposed to be here incognito, and I’m not gonna risk my best friend's last night of freedom by blowing his cover to some girl I only just met.

And even if I had been at liberty to talk about the upcoming wedding, and the social season, and how the only reason we’re here at all is because Chris got shafted by his brother, it would be a pointless exercise anyway.

Because talking — about any of it, especially how I said 'yes' to Chris without a second's hesitation, even as I felt my insides burn up with betrayal at the knowledge that I'll be complicit in signing my brother's life away in a loveless marriage of political convenience to a woman he barely knows... or worse, Olivia — isn’t gonna to help me, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna help Chris.

Not when we’re both powerless in the face of the inevitable outcome.

"Thanks," I mutter, pulling the card back out of the machine and stowing it away in my wallet.

Better to just bury whatever resentment I’m feeling at being an unwilling pawn forced to participate in the whole monocratic set-up — next to the same hole I stuffed my bitter rage at Dad's untimely passing, my hurt at Mom's departure, and my guilt-ridden sense of failure at Sav's unexplained disappearance — and try to enjoy what little time I have left with Chris before I lose him too.

"Hey," she says softly, laying a hand on my wrist. "I know it's not my place but—"

"It's not," I confirm gruffly, stuffing the wallet back in my pocket as I stand up. "You comin'?"

She stares at me for a long moment — as if wanting to say something more — but in the end just nods silently before sliding off the bar stool.

"Yeah! The PAR-tay's in da house!" hollers Max, raising the roof. "Whoop-whoop!"

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" agrees Tariq, sweeping his approving gaze around the club.

"Oh, wow!" gushes Gale's brunette friend, who I learnt on the ride over was called Hayley. "Check out the view!"

Chris claps Leo on the shoulder approvingly. "Looks like you picked well, brother."

I had to agree.

If there’s one thing that Leo’s good at — apart from sneaking out of official events and getting into the pants of any girl he sets his sights on — it’s having his finger on the pulse of every major city's nightlife.

And this place is no exception.

Located on the 16th floor of a swanky hotel, the club features floor-to-ceiling windows that lead out onto a large, wrap-around terrace dominated by an oblong hot tub set against an unparalleled view of both the Manhattan skyline and the Hudson.

And even though in real terms it’s still quite early — barely gone 10pm — the venue’s already heaving with what looks like the crème of New York's glitterati. Diamond-studded watches flash in tandem with Bvlgari jewellery under the strobing neon lights as glamorously dressed bodies move to the EDM beat.

In short? We've stepped into a Mecca of excess. And even though the flashy venue with it's high-roller clientele isn’t exactly my scene — you can smell the self-entitlement from the doorway — it’s the perfect place to cap off Chris' night.

Hell, the overall net-worth’s probably so high that no one'd even bat an eye at the fact that a bone fide prince has just waltzed in to join the party!

So, despite everything, I have to hand it to Leo — his days of flaking off have paid off big time. Because the entire club’s basically one oversized VIP area, which means that security’s tight, and I don’t have to worry about spiked drinks, kidnapping attempts, or someone recognising Chris...

...at least, not as much as I would have to normally.

"Ohmygod!" gasps Lucy, grabbing Gale by the arm. "Leo!"

The elder Rys chuckles. "I admit it is a rather divine set—"

Max shoves him out of the way with wide eyes. "Oh, my giddy aunt, you're right!"

"Guess we're not talking about me, huh?" observes Leo dryly, as shrieks of excitement erupt from the rest of Gale's girlfriends as they zero in on whatever it was that has got them all into such a tizzy.

Chris nods his head towards the other side of the club. "I believe it is that gentleman over there who's caught everyone's attention."

Leo follows his brother's gaze. "Ah. Should've guessed. The slightly more famous Leo. He's always stealing the spotlight."

"Undeservedly," mutters Tariq, craning his neck judgementally. "He's not even wearing a suit..."

"So?" counters Lucy tartly. "A suit doesn't make a man. He could be wearing a paper bag and he'd still look hot!"

I can't help but snort at the look on Besnard's face. "Told ya..."

"Keep it in your pants, Luce!" smirks Gale with a shake of her head... though I can see that her gaze is also fixed on the far side of the club.

"I'm just sayin'!"

"Holy shoot!" gasps Hayley, covering her mouth. "Is that Rihanna he's talking to?"

"Didn't they used to date?" asks Jamie quizzically.

"No!" scoffs Lucy. "How can you even—?"

"Come on," interrupts Leo, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. "I'll introduce you."

Lucy's mouth drops. "You... know him?"

"Of course!" he affirms, looping his arm through hers and Gale's. "Met him at the UN a few times. Brilliant chap! Just don't ask for photos or autographs."

Gale cocks her head. "The UN? How did y—?"

"It doesn't matter!" squeals Lucy, bouncing up and down like a jackrabbit on crack. "He knows Leonardo DiCaprio! Do you know how long I've been—?"

"You're not seriously going to try and get him onto your podcast again?" asks Gale with a wry quirk of her brow as Leo starts leading the procession away.

"Why not?" comes the objectionable reply. "I'm an environmental commentator, he's an environmental philanthropist. We're a match made in influencer heaven."

Gale throws her head back — exposing her long, slender neck — her laugh ringing out like a bell despite the loud music.

But I don't catch her reply because in the next second, she's pulled into the press, and I lose sight of her amongst all the bodies.

I heave a low breath.

There goes Gale for the rest of the night...

I know I shouldn't be surprised. Especially after I cornered her into coming clean about the crap she'd been through with that dick of a boss, only to shut her down hard her when she tried to return the favour by doing a rundown of my feelings on the upcoming royal wedding.

Because conversation’s a two-way street. And instead of opening up to her — like she opened up to me — I basically told her to fuck off.

And normally I wouldn't give a damn. Because my personal shit’s exactly that — my personal shit. I don’t need people rooting through it like hogs on a muck heap. And if that doesn’t sit well with the counterparty, then they can lump it.

But, for some reason, watching her walk off just now without a backwards glance — even though it’s completely within her rights to do so — feels like a kick in the gut.

I mean, since when the fuck do I care who she talks to? A girl I met yesterday and am never gonna see again after tonight?

It's not like this is a date, or that she owes me anything. Right?

"You coming, mate?" asks Chris, laying a hand on the small of Hayley's back to guide her after the others.

"Nah," I demure. "I'm gonna hit up the bar."

I may have shot up the hard-won progress I managed to make with Gale tonight, but at least I’ll always have whiskey as a consolation prize.

"You sure?" he queries.

"Yeah," I affirm, making quick eye contact with the two undercover Guard to let them know I’m passing Chris over to them. "Don't worry about me."

"Alright..." he concedes, eyeing me sceptically...

...but I've already turned away.

I know he knows that something’s up.

But Chris had more important things to do, like actually enjoy his unofficial bachelor party in the company of a girl who he obviously hit it off with back at the karaoke bar, instead of listening to me piss and moan about things that are — and always have been — set in stone.

Best that I just take my irritations and drown them in booze. Alone. Like I always do.

Threading my way through the crowd, I arrive at the busy bar area, and I feel a growl of annoyance slip out of me at the sight of the heaving mass of humanity before me.

Just fuckin' great...

But, short of forking out roughly five grand for table service — assuming we can even get a table on such a busy night — there’s no alternative.

Steeling myself, I dive into the press, trying to avoid sloshing drinks and stiletto heels as I battle my way to the front.

This is the biggest reason why I avoid clubs like the plague. It isn’t the loud music. It isn’t the dancing. It’s the fact that the bar’s always swamped and you have to fight tooth and nail to get your hands on a hastily prepared drink that you can have for half-price anywhere else.

It's all for Chris, I remind myself stoically as I squeeze myself into the tight space that’s just opened up in front of me. You can suck it up for one night, Walker.

Leaning onto the minimalist, polished brass bar top, I try to catch the closest bartender's attention...

...but just as I manage to make eye contact, a wad of cash gets thrust in front of my face by an over-manicured fist, narrowly missing my nose.

"Oi! Murudda!" cries a female voice from next to me in the perfect octave to carry above the thumping techno music and general shouted conversation. "You deaf, or somethin'? I said we need tequila, pronto!"

"We got Casamigos, Patrón, or Jose Cuervo," calls the bartender in response while sloshing gold-flecked vodka into a row of shot glasses.

I feel my jaw tighten. This is how people got served, huh?

"Make that Maker's Mark, double," I holler back, angling myself back in front of the interloping woman.

I'm rewarded for my asperity with a nod from the other side of the bar. "Coming right up!"

"What the fuck, shit face?" objects the girl shrilly, giving me a shove. "Am I invisible, or somethin'?"

"Nope," I reply as I pull my wallet from my jeans. "Just rude and obnoxious."

Her mouth drops. "What did you just say to me?!"

"The truth," I hit back, pulling some cash out. "You cut up about a dozen people back there. And nearly broke my nose waving your hundred bucks around like you owned the place."

"How 'bout I break your nose for real, jackass?" she snaps, getting up in my face. "Teach you some respect, huh?"

"Respect is earned, missy," I tell her calmly, exchanging the bills for the tumbler of Maker's Mark that is deposited in front of me. "And gettin' into a fight over a drink ain't how you get it."

Grabbing the whiskey, I turn pointedly away, not bothering to wait for whatever outburst she was gearing up to throw my way.

Un-fuckin'-believable...

I know that New Yorkers have a reputation for being brash and impatient. But that woman had been next level.

And I want to put as much distance between us as possible because I have no time — and even less interest — in getting caught up in a shouting match with a pissed-off Karen.

Slaloming myself between bodies, I make my way back to the others.

Arriving at the back of the club, I pause in a slightly quieter corner to do a sweep of the crowd, quickly spotting the now disparate members of our group. Leo’s stood off to one side, in solitary conversation with DiCaprio. Max is busy channeling his inner Travolta in the middle of a small but growing circle of onlookers. Lucy and Jamie are...making out on the dancefloor?

Huh. Did not see that one coming...

Normally I’m good at picking up on these things. But, I’m admittedly more distracted than usual...

Lifting the whiskey to my mouth, I continue my sweep of the club. Tariq’s trying — and failing — to flag down one of the VIP servers by waving his gold credit card around like a moron. Meanwhile, Chris has parked himself on a chaise long in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and is in deep conversation with Hayley about something, the two undercover Guard standing a few feet away.

The only person I can’t see is Gale.

Had she left?

I shake my head irately.

It doesn’t matter, dumbass.

She’a a grow-ass woman and can do whatever the fuck she wants. Up to and including heading off the rails, or even home with a hookup. She doesn’t need my oversight or my permission...

...even if the thought of her being felt up by some guy makes my teeth clench.

I throw the rest of the bourbon back angrily.

I know I shouldn't care. I know it’s none of my business. I know I have no right.

But something about this girl wipes all the God-given sense from my brain.

Hell, I barely know anything about her apart from her name and the fact that she’s pissed at me — again — yet all I can think about is ripping that flimsy crop top off and layering my hot and heavy apology all over her body until she’s begging me for salvation as she—

A sharp clink rends the air.

Glancing down at the empty tumbler in my hand, I see that a hairline fracture had appeared down one side.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

I need air. Now.

Throwing myself out onto the terrace — before I shattered the glass completely — I’m hit in the face by the humid evening breeze.

But it does little to tame my pulse, or the latest iteration of the graphic fantasy that I can’t seem to get away from, no matter how hard I tried...

...which — if I’m honest with myself — isn’t very hard at all.

Because let's face it. The girl’s a pipe-dream. That I keep blowing up. So, an X-rated reverie’s the closest I’m ever gonna get to the real thing with her.

May as well keep on dreamin'...

I make it to the end of the terrace. Dropping the empty glass onto a nearby planter, I reach out and grasp the coolness of the metal and glass railing as I gaze out over the picture-perfect Manhattan skyline without really seeing it.

Instead, the mental images continue to dance in front of me, haunting me like ghosts.

Gale swaying her hips between my legs at the karaoke bar...

Gale looking up at me from the back seat of the taxi, her lips parted, her eyes pulling me in like the cusp of an event horizon...

Gale pushed up against the wall, moaning as my hands explored every—

I clench my eyes shut. Christ... I’m in too deep. I should never've—

"Drake?"

My head snaps around.

Gale — the real Gale — is stood next to me, face creased in concern. "Are you... okay?"

"Fine," I reply, tightening my grip on the railing as I look out into the night again.

I’m the furthest thing from fine. My palms are sweating, my gut feels like it's been tied in knots, and my heart’s going a million miles a minute.

But like hell am I gonna tell her any of that.

"Are you sure?" she asks sceptically. "Because you looked like you were going to throw your guts up over the side of the building just now..."

I snort wryly. "Trust me, I'm good."

The irony of the situation isn’t lost on me.

Neither is the fact that — just like Chris — she seems to have an uncanny habit of being able to read me like an open book... which is weirdly unnerving.

"If you say so, Dr House," she deadpans, lifting her arms up to rest them on the railing next to mine. "But just so we're on the safe side, I'm gonna keep you under observation."

I heave a breath. "Gale, you don't need t—"

"I do," she says softly, glancing up at me. "Because I want to apologise."

I reel back, dumbfounded. "Apologise? What in the hell for?"

"For trying to pry about something that's obviously a sore subject for you," she explains. "I should've just taken the hint and—"

"No," I interject, turning to face her. "You did nothing wrong. I gave you an answer you weren't expecting, so you tried to dive deeper. It was a completely natural reaction to have."

"Then why have you been giving me the cold shoulder for the past hour?" she asks patently.

"I..." I rake my hand through my hair with a sigh. "Because you're right. It is kind of a sore subject for me. But I'm not at liberty to talk about it."

She raises a brow. "Because of the bro-code?"

I blink. Who is this girl?

She throws her head back with a laugh. "Oh, don't look so surprised, bud! I grew up with three older brothers — I know all about your 'secret' ride or die rules." She raises her hands to emphasise 'secret' with sardonic air quotes. "So, I can respect the fact that you don't want to bad-mouth the groom — even if you think he's about to make the biggest mistake of his life."

"Erm, thanks," I mutter finally, managing to recollect myself. "For understanding. Most people wouldn't."

She shrugs up at me with a smile. "I'm not most people."

I swallow. Hard. Don't I know it.

She's close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off her body, taste the sweet earthiness of her perfume drifting over me, see the chestnut-coloured flecks that ring her irises as I stare into her eyes.

But as strong as the undercurrent of attraction is, I can't let myself get lost in the pull of possibility. Not 'til I've squared my accounts.

"Even so." I pause to clear the sudden hoarseness from my throat. "I shouldn't've cold shouldered you like I did. It was a dick move, and... and I'm sorry."

She shakes her head. "Drake, you don't need t—"

"But I want to," I insist, closing what gap remained between us on autopilot.

"Does that mean you're planning to make it up to me?" she whispers, her breath tickling my mouth as she tilts her face up towards mine.

"One hundred percent," I confirm, reaching up to brush away that same lock of hair that had escaped her up-do again. "I still owe you a proper apology."

Her eyes search mine.

I hold her gaze… waiting… wondering what she'll say.

A slow smile curves at her lips. "In that case, cowboy," she declares, flicking her finger over the underside of my jaw, "you can break it down for me on the dancefloor."

My eyes widen. "Wait... What?"

This isn’t what I'd been expecting. At all.

Her telling me to fuck off? Sure. Buying her a drink, a late-night dinner... Hell, even going back to her place for Netflix and chill had all been on the cards...

But dancing?

At a club?

Especially after she stormed out halfway through my karaoke routine?

No fuckin' way.

"What's the matter, Walker?" she purrs slyly. "You only do solo acts?"

I scoff. "No."

"Should I ask the DJ to put on some Rod Stewart?" she continues conversationally. "Get you in the mood?"

I suppress a groan. "No."

I knew that song choice was gonna come back and bite me in the ass.... I just hadn't expected it to be so soon. But, I guess I deserve it.

"Or do you need to take your shirt off?" She trails her finger down across the buttons at the front with a smirk. "Make yourself more comfortable?"

"Why?" I counter, leaning in. "Is that what you want, Gale...?"

Her eyes widen in the face of my sudden flip of the proverbial table.

"...because if you're lookin' to undress me, there's easier ways to do it," I remind her pointedly, dropping my hands onto the railing on either side of her.

Despite her initial frazzlement, she recovers quickly to meet my gaze coyly. "What makes you think I want to undress you?"

I feel a smile pull at the corner of my mouth. She wants to play it like that, huh?

"You mean apart from the fact that it's written all over you?"

She lifts her chin defiantly. "I think you're imagining things, bud."

"Funny you should say that," I reply with a lupine grin, bending low. "Because I'll bet my bottom dollar that right now, all you're imaginin' is skipping the unnecessary foreplay and diving straight into the main event..."

I hear her breath catch in her throat at the thinly veiled invitation.

"...which is that pool party, right there." I incline my head meaningfully towards the hot tub.

Her jaw drops.

I pull back with a smirk. Turnabout’s fair play, girl.

But in the next instant, that mischievous sparkle ignites her gaze again. And before I can blink, she's up in my space, calling my bluff as she hooks her finger through the front of my shirt.

My heart-rate jumps to 100.

"Or maybe I'm just looking to make you sweat, Walker..." she breathes against my mouth.

All the blood in my veins dives south.

"...and I don't want you to ruin your fancy shirt." She gives the material a sharp tug.

I groan despite myself. Fuck, baby, you can ruin all my shirts...

But before I can grab her, or kiss her, or react in any way, she's already spun away with a sassy smile, pinging the cotton against my chest. "Because you probably got just the one."

I let out an explosive breath.

Sweet Jesus. Somebody needs to put a warning label on this girl!

Because while I can think of a dozen better ways to spend the night than getting bumped around on an overcrowded dancefloor like a pissed off pin ball, my feet are already pulling me back across the terrace after her.

Like the hooked idiot that I am.

Because I can’t say 'no' to her.

And she knows it.

Which meant I’m royally screwed.

The story continues in Chapter 6 - Let It Whip

Translations:

- Murudda = idiot / shit for brains

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[youn9racha]

Fake

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Genre: smut, maybe humor

Words: 2.8k

Sypnosis: best friend!bang chan gets surprised that his sexually active best friend has never had an orgasm, he opted to use his best friend card to help his friend out.

Warning: discussion of sex (omg :0), slight choking (i mean what kinda chan smut that doesn’t have a choking part), oral (receiving), fingering, kinda fwb, dom bi best friend!chan being a cocky son of a bitch, reader drinks a whole bottle of wine and is a subby brat

Extra notes: all i’ve been writing is smut god damn lmffaoo, but since y’all enjoyed the last two parter, lets hope y’all give it the same love as last time :)

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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“You never had an orgasm?!” Chan exclaimed in the middle of an ice cream shop, resulting in me shutting him up by shushing him and putting my hands in his mouth as his eyes widened at me in complete shock of my confession. Let us rewind a little before Chan decided to tell the whole entire world about my lack of pleasure.

I never had an orgasm. Well, kinda.

I have gotten off to whatever turns me on, and did climaxed here and there, but I had trouble reaching a powerful, out from the gut orgasm with other partners. I don’t know what it is about me, but I happen to always attract those who can only give pleasure to themselves but not to their partners. No amount of talking prior or exploring was any good, and always results in me faking my orgasm just so I could end this sad experience. And ever since then, I have been obeying the law of faking it until you make it since I never managed to get one, might as well pretend it.

However, even with all that acting, it doesn’t ease off my frustration. No amount of hands or toys were satisfying, as I still longed for a touch—literally—of a person. And venting it to my best friend of 8 years in a public place was a bad idea.

Chan was my best friend from my college days, we pursued different majors, however that didn’t stop us from getting any closer from each other. We were inseparable, and we told each other about everything that makes us evoke any emotions. Well, not everything, since I didn’t tell him about my failed reaching of climax. It was disappointment after disappointment, that it frustrates me. I didn’t think it was that bad until my fifth hook up, which pushed me to my limit. I would typically tell Chan that it didn’t work out due to whatever half-assed excuse I gave. Its not that the previous hook ups were bad people, they just need to have an understanding on where the clit is.

Now fast forward to present day, where I dropped the bomb that I didn’t expect to be bigger than it already is, as Chan pretty much let the entire people in the ice cream shop be aware that I have never had a person made me cum in my life. Yup, thats my best friend alright.

I slammed my hand in his mouth as my widened eyes, paired with my blushed face due to embarrassmen, “are you out of your mind?! why would you yell that out loud?!” I whispered yell as I sensed judging eyes coming from an elderly group of women were on me, for sure trash talking me for simply not being a virgin in the first place. Chan pulled my hands away, “because all this time, all these hook ups, and still no org—“ he may have still been whispering his words this time as my hand slam put him back to reality, I still silnced him, not wanting him to finish the sentence at least not in the store filled with people.

”Chan, lets talk about this outside on our way home, I’m uncomfortable with the way people are staring.” I pleaded as he nodded and we both rushed out, his hand still grabbing hold of his ice cream. I’ll never go back to that ice cream place, especially not with Chan. We started walking, as Chan was eating his ice cream as I looked down in shame. He noticed my down expression, “oh, c’mon (y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell out at the store, I was so surprise that I desensitized from reality.” He frowned as he stopped his track and held my arm. I simply just looked at him with a disappointed face.

”C’mon, I’ll do anything” He pleaded. I looked at his ice cream and back to him. “Give me your ice cream.”

Chan pursed his lips, looking at his ice cream, ”(y/n), you know that I’v—“

”Give me that ice cream, or forget it,” I turned just nearly walking away, as he let put an exaggerated “ugh, fine!” and gave me his ice cream. I smiled villainously.

We both started walking again as I started to eat it while Chan was looking at me, with full disdain, “how’s your ice cream?” he scoffed at me. I smiled at him and looked at him “yummy,” licking my lips while he just rolled his eyes. I eventually gave him back his ice cream, which he says, “after you ate half of it?!” He always means it in a jokingly way. This is our way of banter, we wouldn’t do anything that could lead either of us getting hurt.

“Do you wanna talk about it now or later?” We had a mini silence before Chan spoke, so he decided to break the ice. “Oh, I don’t mind, I just prefer to talk about it at home… just so the whole ice cream shop thing won’t happ—“

“Okay! Okay! We got it!”

”Why are you embarrassed?! I’m the one with the fake orgasms!”

Chan and I went back in forth, as if we’re still not at a public eye.

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”Even that Italian guy? That man looks like he has a sex dungeon in his house! Hell, even I could’ve taken him in.”

I’ve re-told the whole segment to Chan but this time with fuller details as Chan at times doesn’t realize that we’re at a public place, but thankfully this time we’re at the comfort of my own apartment, sitting on the couch, as I’ve started to drink away my feelings using a whole wine bottle as a coping mechanism, meanwhile he’s simply sitting next to me drinking pineapple juice. Yeah, we fit the sober best friend plus ”at the brink of alcoholism“ best friend, not necessarily a good combo, but we make it work.

I simply just shrugged at him, “I guess I don’t have the alakazam pussy like Doja Cat’s,” I said as I began to gulp another swig, I don’t if its clear to anybody but I am indeed wasted. Chan just tsked and shook his head sympathetically, “poor (y/n), after having to fake her orgasm five times out of her twenty five year old life,”

“god, I’m old,” I mumbled to myself, bottle in my mouth again.

“here she is, drinking her life away whilst negatively referencing her precious lady parts that of our lord and savior, Doja cat’s,” He looked up, wiping a fake tear, “If only I can donate to this case.”

I eyed at him with the side eye, “you know for someone who doesn’t drink, you’re currently acting more drunk than I do.” Chan giggled, whilst I just shook my bottle, only to see it empty. I groaned and put the bottle to the table, then putting my head on Chan’s shoulder, “I’ll never know what it feels like to have someone make you cum,” I pouted, while Chan put his head on top of mine, already putting his pineapple juice to the side.

“I don’t get it.” God, I sound really depressing its just an orgasm it‘s not that big of a deal. But it is, most people wants to know what it feels to reach maximum peak, and the experience of it all. It‘s a real shame that I‘ll never experience it.

Something, however has shifted in me. “Chan, what‘s your body count?”

”Huh?!” Chan exclaimed, looking confused at me, and rightfully so. I don’t know what that question was leading to, all I know is that my drunk brain maybe onto something.

“Don’t think too much of it and just answer the damn question,” I grumbled at him. He sat there confused, however he did stop and think about it. “ten, maybe fifteen.”

I looked at him with surprise in my eyes, which he jokingly took offense, “what?! whats with the surprised look in your face?!“ I shook my head in defense, “nothing, its just I wasn’t expecting double digits.”

”What do you mean?! I get dick and pussy as well, I want an orgasm just like everyone else, and I can give some as well,” He said with full confidence, puffing up his chest, while I just leaned back and crossed my arm. “Christopher, was that offer there?” I smirked at him, which resulted in him losing his confident persona just by mentioning his full name as his sayings earlier sunk in to his brain, “what?”

”You said you can give an orgasm, are insinuating something?” I questioned, getting closer to him. I never really thought of Chan as more than a best friend of mine. I love and care about him sure, hell from an outside point of view, I could see why a lot of people would mistaken us as couple. But here’s one thing I’ll never deny about him; that he’s a greek god disguised as a human being, he’s perfect in terms of physical attributes and his personality, well aside from his desensitization, but aside from that he does seem like the perfect person to be with. However, I never even looked at Chan in a sexual way either, while I briefly do talk about my hook ups with him, he barely opened up about his, which is why I was surprised when his body count ended being higher than expected.

”I just said I give some, I didn’t mean it no other way,” Chan crossed his arms, furrowing his brows. He was by no means uncomfortable or awkward, but rather threatened, but not in a menacing way.

“Oh are you not confident?“ I wiggled my eyebrows at him, as my side smile slowly began to form as a villainous smile.

”I never said that,”

”But you said you didn’t mean anything,” looking at him innocently, which silenced him, however it wasn’t a silence of defeat. It was hard to read to be honest but I know when his tongue was poking out his cheek, you know its trouble.

“Bet you can’t make me cum.” a low blow, just how I like it.

”Don’t test me, (y/n),” Chan slowly spoke, looking at me with a stern look.

Again, I was not sure if its because I’m drunk or I’m desperate, but seeing Chan switching from that loud, obnoxious guy who wouldn’t stop embarrassing you to whatver the fuck this hot piece of ass of a behavior he’s showcasing was definitely one of the sexiest thing my best friend has done.

“What are you gonna do? Cry about it? I bet you can’t make me cum just by your tongue that is lying inside your cheek right now,” it was a challenge, and a death wish, as I carried on pestering him. I got closer to him with every word I’m letting out out of my mouth, getting closer to his face just to insult him. However, I suddenly felt a hand around my throat, making me gasp. “I said, don’t test me, brat...”

Well, that was unexpected, but I’m certainly not complaining. I gulped, as he sensed my throat moving in his palm, he chuckled, “whats the matter, (y/n)? Why are you quiet?” He was taunting me, as he slightly squeezed my neck more. At this point, I didn’t care if he was my dumb best friend of eight years, all I know is that…

”Chan, fuck me,”

Giving him the audible consent, Chan smirked and let go of my neck and stroking my head, “are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you,” his caring side was showcasing, which was nice, but unneeded. “Yes, Chris! Just take me on this couch right now!” I growled at him, which he giggled at my desperation. I laid back on the couch as he got on top of me. He looked at me with dark full blown eyes at me, as he began to brush his lips against mine, purposefully teasing. I whined at his action, which resulted in him snickering.

He ultimately began kissing me, which my assumption of him having soft lips was proven to be true, that along with the taste pineapple that lingered in his tongue as he inserted into my mouth. The flavors of pineapple and wine were getting stronger to taste, along with our need of each other. Chan moved from his lips down to my neck, and as explored my neck more, he found a sweet spot which resulted in me moaning out his name. He decided to stick on that same spot, lightly nibble onto the skin, which made the noises I’ve been making more louder.

The nibble gradually became a full on bite, my hand was rushed to his hair, gently pulling onto his hair, which resulted in him making a noise. He wanted to make a mark on me, and I didn’t mind it. “Chan..” I gasped, as he moved his lips from my neck down to my collar bones and started to sucking on it.

”Can i take this off?” He looked down at my pants then up at face, to check up for consent. He may have that predatory look to his face, his gentleness was still very visible. I simply nodded at him, smiling excitedly. He got up off of me, “hips up,” he patted my hips, making me raising it instinctively.

He smoothly took off my pants, revealing my basic grey panties. It wasn’t like I expected a hookup, let alone coming from my best friend, but neither of us care, as Chan looked like he was ready to devour me, especially when witnessing a tiny patch of my arousal staining through, darkening the fabric. Chan lifted my shirt just slightly as he began kissing my stomach down. My hand ended up in his curly locks again, as he was getting closer to the zone I wanted him to go through. He spread my legs and began kissing my clothed lower lips harshly, making me gasp at the sudden movement.

I never had a hook up like this, it was all new to me, but it felt good nonetheless. My moans were too quite for his liking, silently protesting him to stop with the teasing, so he began tugging my panties to the side and his tongue made a reaction. “Oh~“ I grunted as he vigorously began inserting his tongue into my slit. His tongue was moving at all the right direction, which eventually began to switch from his tongue to his slender fingers.

This man not only had nice looking fingers, but he knew how to use it as well, as he began thrusting it in and out while his tongue was encircling my clit. The moans I was eliciting was enough to make Chan go wild as well. This is what he wanted to hear, and this is what I wanted to experience.

I am starting to sense a sudden heat bubbling in my lower stomach as the noises coming out of my mouth were getting louder, is this what the people describe as the big O? because if so, then I think I have reach there.

“Ch—Chan… I am cum—“

”Hmm?” He took his mouth out of my clit to look at me, smirking at my state as his two fingers were assaulting my core. “Are you cumming alr—“

He was interrupted by my screaming and my hips raising as I finally reached something I never reached, the peak that I always find myself not reaching. My first ever orgasm.

As I was raising my chest, catching my breath, Chan was looking at me with eyes widen. After I catch my breath, we started to look at each other deep into our eyes. But then we both began bursting out of laughter.

My head was pulled back and while Chan fell on top of me, as we both maniacally laughed over the sudden realization that hit us both. As we both died down our laughs, I looked at Chan as his head was laying next to me, “Chan, get up, I’m pantless” I remarked, which made him sit up and move out of the way, “sorry,“ Chan said in a low voice.

Putting back my pants up, Chan looks back at me after I sat back down, “so..” he trailed off at his words.

”What?”

”Don’t ‘what‘ me, tell me what do you think?” Chan looked at me, lip biting with anticipatio and eyes filled with hope.

”hm, its alright“

“alright, fuck you,” Chan rolled his eyes and got up. I quickly held his hand and pulled him down. “I’m kidding, it was amazing” I said excitedly, while Chan just simply smiled back.

Afterwards, I still see Chan as nothing more than a best friend, and feels the same way. Even after Chan’s godly cunnilingus that he showcased, our feelings has been the same. He was the best friend anyone could wish for.

[missingn000]

i just finally got around to reading your immaculate spy x family fic (which i was saving reading for when i could get maximum enjoyment from it) and then got caught up on the latest phantom guardian chapter (we love tonal whiplash <3) aND BOTH WERE GREAT AS USUAL

loid teaching yor to slow dance in their living room before confessing his love to her? yeah yeah, that’s cool, just gonna fundamentally shift what i consider the epitome of romance, it’s all good. also also also, your descriptive writing???? i wanna eat it, im absorbing it into my bloodstream (affectionate). also all of your writing for their kiss was just, so fantastic. my asexual ass has never been so invested in a kiss before lmao. (also the scene of anya crying and loid trying to comfort her but ultimately failing because she knows his true intentions was fucking gut wrenching in the best way omg my heart)

and then y’know. the phantom guardian. delightful and agonizing as always. the shoko/nanami and yuki/toji content? immaculate, showstopping, 11/10. toji and gojo being sent to tengen’s place? screaming, dying, panicking (but also their father and son dynamic ;-; they fambly). THINKING OF RIKO WHEN SEEING MAKI AND THEN CALLING SUGURU????? agony, panic, morbid curiosity. suguru and mahito? dead, dying, throwing up. LAWYER MAN???? fascinated, hooked, oh god he has airpods in he doesn’t know he’s about to get roped into insanity. all this to say another stunning, and very on brand chapter to add to this masterwork of a fanfic. also i love your writing so damn much it lives rent free in my head and rattles around like a maraca <3 thank you for blessing us with your writing and i hope you’re doing alright and have a lovely day!!

HI YOU ARE SO KIND I'M GOING TO MELT 😭❤️️ i'm so pleased you liked my sxf fic!! i was really proud of how that one turned out...writing for a series for the first time is always tough and it's so encouraging to hear you liked all those moments between loid, anya, and yor. also, i TOTALLY get what you mean, my ace ass is over here cheering these two on for the kiss of their life. kiss scenes are so hard to write, dude. what comes to me way more naturally is people beating each other up /lh

regarding tpg, yup we're back at it with the tonal whiplash xD (i say as if there isn't some form of tonal whiplash in like every chapter...in 32, too). YES THE LAWYERMAN IS HERE! i cracked up at "oh god he has airpods in he doesn’t know he’s about to get roped into insanity." he truly has no idea what he's in for, this poor guy.

seriously, this message made my day. thank you for this lovely ask, and i hope YOU are having a great day too!!

[toppersjeep]

Austin North X Drew Starkey X Reader

(Who’s baby)

(this is based of a dream I had, but if anyone’s done this I’ll credit them.)

[Context: you are pregnant and have no idea who’s baby it is because you had been with Drew and Austin before. Austin is very sweet and takes care of you as for Drew he’s annoyed]

A/N: I know Drew wouldn’t be and basically you got drunk one night and yup 😳

“God I literally look terrible in everything” I said looking at my stomach. At this point I was eight months pregnant. And hated everything.

Still had no idea who’s baby it was because they both wanted to wait till he was born for a DNA test. I was stupid to hook up without anything. But I’m thankful because I’ll have a cute little boy soon.

“You look fine” Austin said. “I fit into sweatpants and dresses that’s about it and oversized shirts” I said sighing. “It’s alright” Austin said. “No I feel fat” I said. “Well you are super pregnant” Drew said I rolled my eyes. “Drew you aren’t helping her feel better” Austin said.

“Anyways I’m hungry” I said walking into the kitchen. “What do you want little guy some eggs” I said putting a hand on my stomach. “Hmmm bagels and eggs” Austin said. The baby then kicked my belly. “He says yes” I said Austin smiled.

“Has he been kicking all day” Austin said. “Yes he’s very active today” I said. “That’s amazing” Austin said I put his hand on my stomach. “See” I said he kicked again.

“Awwe maybe he knows” Austin said. “Neither of us know” Drew said. “Because you refuse to do one now” I said. “Why does it matter he’s gonna have a good life with Y/N” Austin said. “I didn’t want this in the first place” Drew said. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk” I said.

“Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like” Drew said. “It’s fine Drew he’s not yours anyway” I said tearing up. “What” Drew said. “I snuck and had it done he’s Austin’s and when we did it I was already pregnant so” I said. “He know” Drew said.

“No I was waiting to tell him and you both look I’m just gonna go walk” I said. “No I’ll leave I’m sorry” Drew said hugging me. “It’s fine” I said. “Bye” Drew said leaving Austin’s apartment. “I need to sit” I said sitting on the couch Austin helped me. “He’s mine” Austin said.

“Yes” I said he smiled and kissed me. “My little boy” Austin said putting a hand on my stomach. “We need a name” I said. “How about Jonah North” Austin said. “Levi North” I said. “I love that” Austin said. “Ok can I have eggs now I’m starved” I said. “Yes don’t worry little man daddy will be back” Austin said kissing my stomach.

itsy/nstokes

Baby North coming soon can’t wait to meet you in a month little man 💙👶 -tagged austinnorth55

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(austinnorth55):see ya soon little man 😇

(rudeth):can’t wait to meet the little dude

(hichasestokes):can’t wait to meet my nephew I’ll be the best uncle ever 🥳

(obx): pogue or kook?

(madelyncline): I’ll be the best auntie ever can’t wait to spoil him

(carlaciagrant): he’s gonna be so handsome can’t wait

(drewstarkey): super excited to meet him hope he’s a kook 👀🙏🏻

(maddisonbaileybabe): AWWWE Y/N U LOOK SO GOOD GIRL

(Netflix): 🥺👶 our pogue mamma

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