#and the last time you heard na na na and it was still a perfect 10?

[britneyshakespeare]

Let's just say for the sake of argument that we're on your property, standing in V-formation

#lemme tell ta bout the sad man #shut up and let me see your jazz hands #text post #na na na #mcr #danger days #remember the first time you heard na na na and you were like wow this is a perfect 10 #and the last time you heard na na na and it was still a perfect 10?

[tyonfs]

netflix and chill

❝ you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, and i was starting to think you weren’t gonna get around to the chill part of netflix and chill. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, smut, couch sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, dry humping, lots of teasing!! and some degradation and praise, oral (fem. receiving), choking, size kink, bulge kink, hyuck is insufferable, i’m sorry this is pure filth, despite the warnings there are fluffy moments

SUMMARY ▸ lee jeno doesn’t want to give up the carefree life of a single man, not tied down by emotional entanglements and commitments. that is, until he sees you smacking a man twice your size with a stack of engineering paper. he kind of falls in love, so jeno does what any normal person does and invites you over to netflix and chill.

PLAYLIST ▸ long way 2 go by cassie • sour grapes by le sserafim • foreshadow by enhypen • lucid dream by aespa

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,087 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello hello! i went awol for a tiny bit but im back and i really hope you guys enjoy this !! shoutout to the ice cream sandwich that kept me awake to finish this. second installment of the bitch hunters series ♡ 

THE FIRST TIME LEE JENO FELT THE WORLD SHIFT OFF ITS AXIS WAS WHEN HE SAW YOU KNOCKING THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF A MAN TWICE YOUR SIZE.

Na Jaemin and Lee Donghyuck, his housemates, were still bickering behind Jeno about a pact they had made in the beginning of the year. It was a tradition the residents of the Bitch Hunters household carried out, in which they would get a girlfriend in their fourth year of college. Since their other housemate, Huang Renjun, had already accomplished a successful bitch hunting season, Jaemin and Donghyuck were arguing who would get a girlfriend between the two of them.

Jeno honestly didn’t care when it happened; he just knew he was ready for a relationship, but he was planning on waiting for the perfect girl to come along.

Jeno had flings here and there. He hooked up with Kim Minjeong for a long time before she got a boyfriend. He was a great guy and Jeno truly was happy for them, but he felt a strange feeling in his chest when he realized she was tied down.

No, it wasn’t jealousy in any sense. Jeno was on good terms with Minjeong, but he didn’t like her to the point of wanting to be in a relationship. The reason he felt so strange was because he felt left behind. Once Minjeong picked herself up and found someone that made her happy, Jeno felt like he was stuck in a rut.

That, or he just felt embarrassed to be lumped with Donghyuck and Jaemin.

It was when Jeno started dreading his 4 P.M. Structural Design class that he started to think about how laughable his situation was. He was an architectural engineering major who could outline the process for laying down the foundation for a building, but he couldn’t set the foundations of a relationship within himself.

That was when he heard the commotion.

“Cut it out already!” the person yelled. “I don’t want anything to do with you after what you pulled last night.”

“Y/N, please,” the man who looked about twice your size begged. “Can we just talk in private?”

“I already told you, I don’t wanna see your face again.”

It was rare for Jeno to get involved in other people’s problems, but you two were arguing in the middle of campus and Jeno was a little scared for you. For starters, the man was taller than Jeno himself, and he kept getting closer to you despite your protests. It always angered him when he saw situations like these unravel; some people just didn’t know how to respect boundaries.

“Whoa.” Donghyuck placed a hand on Jeno’s shoulder after he had stopped in his tracks. “What are you gonna do? Punch him?”

“Let’s get going, Jeno.” Jaemin nudged his housemate. “Causing a scene in front of everyone might make this worse.”

Jeno was a careful man. He paid his bills on time, stuck to a strict routine to make sure he completed everything by the end of the day, and abided by the rules as often as he needed to. Violence was definitely not in Lee Jeno’s book, and this was mostly because he promised his mother that he wouldn’t get into trouble. So, nope, he was not going to get involved.

“Just please don’t tell my girlfriend.”

There was one thing that Jeno would never tolerate, and that was cheating.

Whatever snapped in him had clouded his brain completely. Before he knew it, he was charging over to the guy with his hand balled in a fist, raising behind him to swing.

The sharp sound that followed the blow made the courtyard go silent. For a moment, Jeno couldn’t even figure out what had happened. His knuckles weren’t stinging at all, and he hadn’t even gotten close enough to land a blow on the man.

“Holy shit,” Jeno whispered when he realized the man had been knocked down by none other than you.

You were holding your thick stack of engineering paper in both hands, brows knitted in frustration as you realized what you had just done. You finally made eye contact with Jeno. He wasn’t sure if his heart was racing because he was absolutely terrified of you, or if he had just fallen in love with you. Both were plausible, and that confused Jeno even more.

The man grunted and started to get up. “Hey—”

This could turn ugly fast, and Jeno had already inserted himself into the situation by approaching you. Before anyone could react, he grabbed one of your hands and started sprinting in the direction of the architecture building.

(He was going to get an earful about this from Donghyuck and Jaemin later, which he was not prepared for.)

When Jeno decided that the coast was clear and it was safe for you two to stop running, he jogged to a halt and let go of your hand. His chest was heaving from exerting himself suddenly, and he felt a little bad when you had to double over to catch your breath.

“Thanks,” you breathed out, hands placed firmly on your knees, “but… who are you?”

“Um, Jeno,” he introduced. “Lee Jeno.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, managing a smile while looking like you were about to go limp. “How’d you know I needed to go to the arch building?”

“Oh…” Jeno glanced over his shoulder. “Actually, I just wanted to get us out of that weird situation. I just ended up running to wherever my next class was.” He paused for a second before asking, “You an arch student, too?”

“I’m materials engineering, but I’m trying to switch,” you explained. “Anyway, thanks for getting me out of there. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I just kept standing there.”

Jeno laughed. “Honestly, I didn’t need to do anything. It looks like you can handle yourself just fine.”

You had a curious look dancing in your eyes, like you wanted to say something more, but you held off. Instead, you asked, “What class are you going to, by the way?”

“Structural Design,” Jeno answered with a scoff. “I don’t think you’re gonna experience the thrill of columns and beams anywhere else.”

“No way. I’m trying to crash that class.”

“Willingly?”

You giggled. “If I wanna switch—yeah,” you said matter-of-factly. “You wouldn’t mind helping me get in, would you?”

Jeno pondered on this for a second. This was the perfect opportunity to get to know you, a complete stranger, a lot better. He was already seeing possibilities of something coming out of this, but he also didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“I mean, I do know the professor pretty well,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging into a grin, “so I guess I could put in a good word.”

This seemed to brighten your spirits, which was a stark contrast to the gloomy expression you wore earlier. Jeno exchanged some small talk with you, getting to learn that you were a year younger and were currently going through a quarter life crisis because you felt like you were switching majors too late. Jeno managed to reassure you that it was fairly normal to switch, especially when you already had engineering classes completed to stay ahead.

When you both got to the lecture hall, Jeno was surprised that you stuck by his side. He half-expected you to ditch him for a friend you ran into. And although you did run into a friend, you still sat next to Jeno.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel proud about that.

Actually, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be feeling at all, but two things were running through Jeno’s head: you were very pretty, and you were probably going to be the death of him.

Later that night, Jeno realized that he had to prepare for war at the dinner table.

“And you know what Lover Boy did after that?” Jaemin jested. “He ran with the girl! Dude thought this was his K-drama moment.”

Sometimes, he found meals with his housemates to be insufferable.

Donghyuck and Jaemin were currently giving Renjun the rundown of what had happened. Jeno, on the other hand, had never wanted to die so bad. Maybe it was some sort of curse, but there seemed to be a pattern of bully victims in the households being the men who were interested in a girl.

“I won’t lie,” Renjun started, turning to look at Jeno, “I got secondhand embarrassment listening to that.”

“Thanks Renjun,” Jeno replied flatly.

“Did you ever find out what happened between her and that dude?” Donghyuck asked.

Jeno recalled their conversation after class was over. He had mentioned the topic very vaguely, and then you went off on a tangent about how the guy was hitting on you at a party, and then you found out he had a girlfriend as he was practically begging you for sex. Thankfully, nothing had happened, but you were very unsettled that he was shamelessly cheating on his girlfriend.

When Jeno asked if you were going to tell his girlfriend, a coy smile spread across your lips before you showed him the text messages you sent her.

“Just some idiot trying to keep her quiet after he was trying to get in her pants,” Jeno replied, disgusted, “and he has a girlfriend.”

“Some people are just grown adults with the brains of a child,” Renjun muttered, shaking his head. Once the slightly uncomfortable silence settled—one that Jeno assumed was out of respect for your unfortunate situation—Renjun cleared his throat and asked, “So, is she nice?”

“Nice?” Jeno frowned. “Well, from what I noticed—yeah.”

“Renjun just wants to know if you’d cuff her,” Jaemin clarified, looking down as if he was more invested in his Chipotle bowl than his housemate’s love life.

“That’s not what I meant!” Renjun protested, but then he turned to Jeno again. “But, uh… would you?”

It wasn’t like Jeno hadn’t thought about that question eventually coming up, but he had just met you and wasn’t keen on answering right away. While you seemed sweet, there was still a lot that Jeno didn’t know about you. He was never the type to rush into relationships, which is why his situationships in the past never worked out; they always got tired of waiting for Jeno to make a move.

That was probably something he should be working on.

“I’m happy being single,” he answered, “and I like our little bachelor pact, save for Renjun.”

“Gee, thanks,” Renjun muttered.

“You should invite her out with us,” Donghyuck replied, and Jeno knew that was just his way of saying he was going to tease them ruthlessly.

He chewed on his salad, thoughtful. “I think I’ll hang out with her one-on-one first.”

Lee Jeno was a man of his word, so when you showed up to Structural Design a week later, you had been successfully enrolled in the class.

You slid in the empty seat next to Jeno with a grin. “I owe you big time.”

If this was some formality, Jeno felt worse and worse by your actions. He appreciated your kindness, but he wasn’t ready to break the news that he might have accidentally left out. He felt like Adam in Michaelangelo’s The Creation of Adam, except God wasn’t reaching toward Jeno to breathe life into him; Jeno was desperately trying to get the higher power to pull him out of this horrifying situation.

Perhaps you were starting to notice, too, based on how the atmosphere in the classroom shifted from its normal lecture days. It was almost obvious with how students were either buried in their notes or frantically flipping through their textbooks.

“I wouldn’t say big time,” Jeno mumbled. He sheepishly grinned before muttering, “I might have forgotten to tell you that we have a midterm today.”

Your face went a little slack.

“What?!”

You looked around you in a panic before slumping back in your seat, both hands covering your face. Jeno wasn’t sure what expression you were wearing behind them, but it couldn’t have been good.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized quickly. “Honest to God—it totally slipped my mind.”

“I’m done for,” you replied, sorrowful. “First official day in this class, and I’m gonna fail.”

Jeno balked. He had shattered any chances of a friendship with you. This would probably be the last time you ever sat next to him again. He tossed around the idea of letting you cheat off him, but Jeno played by the rules; he wouldn���t be able to live with himself if he got caught helping someone cheat.

He ended up not being able to say anything to you. Despite how many times he ran through different dialogues in his head, none of them sounded good enough to ease your worries. There was no shortcut to redemption from here, so Jeno was doomed—a little dramatic, too, but mostly just doomed.

He attentively listened as the professor spoke briefly before passing out the exam, trying to ignore the distress that was just emanating from you. He kept his eyes down as he passed you the other exam packet he got, physically swallowing down the guilt that was eating at him. Jeno knew deep down that it wasn’t even that big of a deal, but he felt horrible for potentially ruining your chances of switching into the class.

“Oh, Y/N,” the professor began, grabbing the paper that was in front of you, “since you joined pretty late, I don’t think you’ll be ready for the midterm. I’ll excuse you from this exam, and you can just complete the assignments you’ve missed.”

“Thank you so much,” you gushed. “That’s such a relief to hear.”

Girls were scary, Jeno decided.

One minute you were glaring daggers at him, and then the next you were buzzing with joy. When Jeno shot you a wary look, testing the waters before he could smile, you just smirked back at him and caused him to malfunction. With that, you made your exit, leaving Jeno at a crossroads, not knowing whether to feel relieved or terrified.

Focus, Jeno. Focus on structures and beams.

“I want to remind everyone to show their work on their paper,” the professor reminded, “and, yes, Heeseung, for that last question I do want you all to find the derivation of the equations for the determination of internal forces in the three-hinged arch.”

Piece of cake. Jeno had spent all night studying the stress distribution across beams and the design of its flexural reinforcements, so he was—

Hold on.

After fully processing the words that came out of his professor’s mouth, Jeno was mortified. The sinking feeling in his chest had capsized and fallen into a pit in his stomach.

He studied the wrong chapter.

Jeno was walking out of the lecture hall with sagged shoulders when he heard your voice ring from beside him, “Why the long face?”

He was startled for a moment, wondering why you were even there. He had taken an hour and a half to go over the exam thoroughly before giving up and turning it in, so that was far too much time for you to wait around. Part of him was rather fond at the thought of you waiting around for him, though.

“Probably failed that test,” Jeno replied, as if he was completely unfazed by your presence. “That midterm was not about structures and beams.”

“That’s tough.”

Jeno had to keep himself from glaring at you, but he supposed he was failing by the way you shrank back at his eyes narrowing. “You got it lucky.”

“I just switched in!” you defended.

“Well—yeah, I guess…” Jeno mumbled. He was stuck between wanting to act childish and wanting to numb himself from the pain of failing his test. So, he offered, “Wanna get away for a bit with me?”

“You have class at noon.”

“After that, I mean.”

You blinked at him before responding, “I’m down. Actually, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to hang out because we don’t know each other that well. Might as well get comfy if we’re gonna be classmates, you know?”

Jeno grinned. “Oh yeah?”

“By the way,” you started, “if you had my number, you could’ve just texted me about the midterm.”

“But I don’t—”

“So”—you paused and pulled out a Sharpie from your bag, uncapping it to scribble down your number on Jeno’s hand—“I’ll just give it to you.”

Jeno smiled down at you as you held his hand carefully, writing your number down all the way across his palm. The way your tongue stuck out while you were concentrating was absolutely adorable. Maybe it was him feeling absolutely defeated after that exam or maybe it was the way Jeno could smell the lingering Cocoa Butter Kiss Body Splash coming from you, but he was overtaken by the urge to indulge himself.

Come to think of it, Jeno hadn’t even figured out where he wanted to take you when he proposed it earlier. He had just been speaking his unfiltered thoughts without processing them.

So, like a fool, Jeno blurted out, “Are you down to Netflix and chill?”

You agreed.

It was surprising. Jeno was actually waiting for you to shoot him down. He hadn’t expected you to look up at him with those innocent eyes and nod so cheerfully. For a moment, he was wondering if you had misinterpreted his words, but then you were asking where his house was, so Jeno assumed you had some understanding of the implication.

He made sure that his housemates were away, so he offered up his house. You seemed more than willing to go over even when Jeno informed you that you two would be alone.

He didn’t expect you to take it so literally.

He was baffled that he had actually spent the past four hours watching Shokugeki no Soma with you. Maybe it was the fact that you two were watching a slice of life anime that made it hard to set the mood, but Jeno assumed you got the hint that “Netflix and chill” had a sexual undertone. He wasn’t going to make you uncomfortable by making a move, though, so Jeno sat back and resented how the anime characters were seeing more clothes coming off than he was.

You weren’t supposed to actually chill; you were supposed to jump his bones and show him the light.

On the bright side, Jeno felt better knowing that his housemates weren’t home while you were over. There was a high possibility that Donghyuck would somehow ruin this date or make Jeno feel like he wanted to die. He could almost hear the echoes of his friends laughing at him, and Jeno was certain the lack of action he was getting was making him go crazy.

“They always drop their pants over food,” you commented, snickering at the show of several garments flying off on the screen.

“Makes it hard to believe this is just a slice of life anime,” Jeno replied, and he was a touch bitter that he didn’t use his turn in the conversation for a pickup line instead. “Do you usually watch this genre?”

“Yeah, sometimes. This show’s really popular, though, so I’m excited to watch the rest with my friend.”

Huh? You were supposed to watch it with him.

Maybe this really was supposed to be completely platonic. Jeno was starting to suspect he got the mood wrong earlier and you took his invitation as something friendly. The worst situation was unfolding in front of him right now, and Jeno didn’t know how to salvage it.

Jeno was being stupid. He barely knew you to begin with. How could he expect such a commitment from you?

He raised a brow. “Oh? Do you usually watch with other people then?”

“Not really,” you answered. “I just knew we would be too preoccupied to finish it.”

“Preoccupied? With what?”

Jeno’s mouth went dry when your hand slid onto his knee, and his head started spinning when you dragged your nail up to his thigh. He was finding it hard to figure out what to focus on when you started leaning in closer, too. Your proximity was intoxicating, your touch was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t even breathe properly when you were giving him the bedroom eyes.

“What do you think, Jeno?” you asked with a little giggle. “You’ve been eye-fucking me all night, and I was starting to think you weren’t gonna get around to the chill part of Netflix and chill.”

Holy fuck. Jeno must have saved a kingdom in his past life.

Part of him was amazed that you took four whole hours to make a move on him, but he had no room to complain when he had been holding back the entire time. The other half of him, though, was just itching to tear off your clothes and fuck you into the couch. Jeno wasn’t sure if you liked it rough, and he didn’t want to test the waters after seeing you knock the daylights out of a six-foot-two man.

Plus, he wanted to be gentle with you (for the first time, at least). Although his carnal instincts urged him otherwise, he wanted to treat you like a princess.

“Jeno,” you repeated, hooking your leg around his waist and sliding onto his lap. Jeno was taken aback when you straddled him, immediately moving his hands to grab your waist. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward you, whispering in his ear, “Make it up to me and fuck my brains out.”

Scratch being gentle.

It appeared that you weren’t as soft and pliable as he had thought.

“God, you’re driving me crazy,” Jeno growled before grabbing the back of your neck and pressing his lips to yours. He was delighted by your muffled whimper, feeling more encouraged when you tugged his hair. Jeno slid his tongue past your lips, coaxing you to deepen the kiss further. He pulled away a little to murmur against your lips, “Want me to go slow?”

You shook your head, shuddering at the close proximity and your hot breaths fanning against each other. “I don’t wanna go slow,” you whispered.

Although you were so insistent on Jeno being rough with you, he was still gentle when he replied, “Whatever pace you want.” He brushed your loose hair out of your face. The eager look on your face just made him want to tease you. “You sure you can take it?”

You nodded once more, and Jeno grabbed ahold of your hips, rocking them slowly against his. You started to match his rhythm perfectly, whining with each roll of your hips that caused your cunt to rub against his growing bulge. He paused for a moment as he tugged your shorts down, making you lift your hips so he could remove them. There was a timbre in Jeno’s voice when he told you he was going to go harder, and all you could do was grab onto the front of his shirt and beg for more. In a twisted way, he liked having you so helpless on his lap.

Jeno’s lips met yours once more in a fit of passion, tongue sliding against yours as his fingers dug into your waist. He switched positions, flipping you over so that your back was on the couch and he was hovering over you.

The moment Jeno dragged his fingers from your hips to the front of your underwear, he noticed you squirming instantly. The sight made his lips curl into a smirk, not halting his slow, torturous motions with his fingers. Barely grazing his hands against your cunt, and Jeno already had you whining for him.

“Feels good,” you breathed out. Jeno could tell you were playing it up just to get more, and he had to appreciate the effort you were putting in. “Jeno, please…” you trailed off, hands reaching down to slowly trace the veins on his hand.

“Hm? You like my fingers?” he asked, feigning sympathy.

His voice was honey in your ears, and you were melting at the very words. Jeno was startled when you nodded, pulling his hand up so that you could suck on his fingers—so that you could show him how badly you wanted him. He stared at your lips wrapped around his digits in complete awe. Your tongue moving around his fingers was making him go crazy; it burned like a fire, like a sin. It completely doused Jeno’s fiery confidence, leaving him gawking at you.

You took the lead this time, pressing your lips to Jeno’s swiftly. What started chaste and gentle soon turned languid and hot, with Jeno chasing the taste of your tongue each time.

There was something he felt when he made out with girls in the past. It was this hazy, clouded daze in his head, like he couldn’t think straight. This time, however, Jeno had never been so alert and clear-headed. Sure, his thoughts were mainly composed of tearing your clothes off, but he was so grounded in the moment, wanting it to last for as long as it could.

When Jeno pulled away, you were both staring at each other with blown-out pupils and swollen lips. Jeno was praying his flushed cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

He liked your pretty lips far too much to rush things, but he agreed he would be rough. Jeno was, at his core, a man of his word.

“I’m gonna fuck you against the wall.”

“Huh?”

While you were staring at him with wide eyes, Jeno shifted off the couch to scoop you up, holding you steady by your thighs. You were clearly shocked by his strength, yelping initially before wrapping your arms and legs around him. Jeno appreciated how adaptable you were when you started stringing kisses from the corner of his lip to his jaw.

He had your back up against the wall, and his own body was pressed flush against yours.

The bed was no longer an option. Jeno was too drunk on your taste to think about moving all the way to his room, and he didn’t even care if Jaemin were to walk inside right now. (Maybe he would feel some shame if it were Donghyuck or Renjun, though; he knew he would never hear the end of it from those two.)

Clothes were taken off, strewn aside, and Jeno couldn’t help but smirk as he circled the pad of his thumb around your bare nipple, admiring how beautiful you looked when you were fully nude. You helped Jeno with taking off his own clothes, as well, and he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose.

Although Jeno had reiterated several times that he would go rough, he was still a softie at heart.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t go hard, though. This was just the build-up, and Jeno lived for the foreplay.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, peppering featherlight kisses to your lips, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

His lips traveled down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along its column until he reached your collarbone. Jeno’s teeth razed the tender skin, sucking delicately until he left bruises down your neck and along your shoulders.

You swallowed, instinctively bringing your hand up to tug his hair. “What if someone sees?” you asked.

Jeno hardly even flinched at the possibility. “Let them.”

There was a shift in the air, and maybe it was because of the thought that crossed Jeno’s head—that you didn’t want anyone to know what you two were getting up to. He started biting harder. Sucking harder.

“Why?” he asked between love bites. He let his tongue graze over your bruised skin. “You don’t want them to?”

You shook your head quickly, hips stuttering to a stop. You looked Jeno dead in the eye.

“No, I do.”

Jeno sighed quietly—a little happily, if you were able to pick up on that—and he tugged his boxers down so that his cock sprang out. You marveled at his size, and that only made Jeno’s ego inflate further.

“You want it?” he mumbled in your ear. “Want me buried inside that tight cunt of yours?”

You whined at his words, which turned Jeno on even more. He thought he would go crazy if he couldn’t push himself inside you soon. His cock was already throbbing painfully.

Your eyes were screwed shut. “Please, Jeno,” you breathed out. “Want it so bad.”

“Look at me and tell me what you want me to do.”

Jeno was amused as your eyes fluttered open, half-lidded but still meeting his gaze. He continued the torturous roll of his hips as he waited for your answer, even teasing your clothed cunt with the head of his cock. He was itching to tear off the fabric that was holding him back.

You hummed. “Can you do something for me?”

Jeno leaned in and whispered against the shell of your ear, “Anything.”

“I want you to eat me out.”

It was as if some beast deep within Jeno had been waiting for your confirmation, waiting to snap.

He wasn’t sure if he was testing the waters or diving in head-first anymore. Nevertheless, Jeno started kissing down your body, making his way from your chest, to your stomach, to your hips, and down to your inner thighs. Every breathless whimper from you encouraged him further, and Jeno was ready to give you what you wanted already.

Unfortunately for you, Jeno was an absolute tease.

His palms gripped the back of your thighs, sliding forward until they were gripping your hips. He bit down on the lace of your underwear and dragged it down your legs, looking up at you with a smirk as he did, enjoying the flustered look on your face.

“Want my fingers, too?” Jeno asked, positioning himself and spreading your legs apart more. You were looking at him like you were surprised that he was offering both, and all Jeno could do was grin.

“Please,” you begged.

Jeno licked one long stripe along your lips, hot and wet and messy. It was like the first taste of poison that spurred him to drink more. Your hips started squirming at the contact, and he had to push them back against the wall. He moved back up to kiss your clit, ghosting his lips along your folds. However, Jeno wasn’t satisfied by your stifled sighs and whines; he knew you could be louder if you let yourself go.

So, Jeno grabbed ahold of one of your legs, ignoring your yelp of surprise, and he waited for you to balance on the other before he draped it over his shoulder. This gave him a better angle to devour you, so he dove right in, licking and sucking on your cunt like a starved man.

That got you moaning, and Jeno felt proud that he could make you feel that good. He settled for sucking on your clit gently, showing special attention to that little ball of nerves until you were sobbing and crying out his name. His cock was aching by this point, and he didn’t want you to be sore before he fucked you, so Jeno decided to finally aid your incoming orgasm with his fingers.

He went back to eating out your cunt, using his fingers to rub your clit in precise circles. Your cries were seared into his memory, like a melody he couldn’t escape. It was making him feel like he was on fire, inciting a groan from the back of his throat.

The desperation was thick in your voice. “I-I’m so close…”

“I got you,” Jeno mumbled against your cunt, and he slid two fingers inside you just as you came.

He guided you throughout your orgasm, continuing to kitten lick at your engorged clit and fingering you as you rode out your high. Jeno could feel your walls contracting, and the feeling must have been so intense for you because he felt your legs starting to shake as well. Your other leg was on the verge of buckling and collapsing, so Jeno held you steady by gripping your knee.

“So good for me,” Jeno moaned, “so fucking good and obedient for me, doll.”

This was what Jeno loved about wall sex. He loved watching you struggle to stay upright as he fucked you out. He loved the tension despite being in such an uncomfortable position. He loved feeling you grab onto him for leverage since there was nothing else you could do.

“How was that?” Jeno asked once the pulsing of your walls slowed to a twitch. He gently removed your leg from his shoulder and stood up so that he was cornering you against the wall again. “You want more, don’t you?”

Dazed, you bit down on your lower lip, nodding dumbly at his question. You weren’t even trying to speak, though, so Jeno gripped your jaw.

“Words, angel,” he ordered.

You whimpered, gripping the front of his shirt. “I need you to fuck me already.”

Gaze on your lips, Jeno only nodded before sealing your mouth with his again. You sighed into his mouth blissfully, sliding your hands up to wrap around his neck once more. Jeno scooped you up and brought you back to the couch.

You giggled. “TV’s still on.”

“You’re gonna have to be extra loud for me, then,” Jeno replied, grinning as he got on top of you. He ran his hands along the curves of your body, exhaling slowly in utter admiration. “You ready for me?”

“Of course,” you breathed out.

He reached for his wallet first to pull out the spare condom he kept inside. When he was taking it out, you raised a brow at him.

“Is that a condom?” you asked.

“No—seasoning packet.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny.”

Jeno smiled at you before he used his teeth to tear the wrapper off, sliding the rubber onto his cock. Once he rolled it onto his length, he looked at you to make sure you were still okay with this. The way you reached for his cock, pumping it once and rousing a groan from Jeno, though, was very telling.

Jeno licked two of his fingers and brought them down to rub against your folds, smirking at how you squirmed and whined for him. He pulled away and pressed his fingers against your lips, urging you to open up. Soon, you wrapped your pretty lips around his fingers and sucked on them obediently. His cock twitched, as if it was telling him to hurry the fuck up already. Jeno thought he would never be able to get tired of the breathtaking sight.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groaned.

With that, Jeno pulled his fingers away and leaned down to peck your lips softly before he slid inside you. Your eyes widened and a gasp tore its way past your lips, and the way Jeno was splitting you apart made you feel like fine china shattering into pieces. Jeno himself was overwhelmed by the sensation; the way you sucked him in was bringing his entire world down.

God, now Jeno understood why men went to war over women in the past. This was earth-shattering.

Jeno removed your legs from where they were wrapped around his waist, and he pushed them up so that they were closer to your chest. He groaned as he bottomed out inside you, relishing each cry and whimper that fell from your lips. The way your walls tightened around his cock made him feel desperate more; one taste and Lee Jeno wanted your everything.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take it—take it all, doll.”

Jeno started moving inside you at a steady pace once you were adjusted to his size. He pulled your hands off of him, interlocking your fingers with his and holding them above you. Watching your gaze turn lustful and your tits bounce as Jeno pounded into you was quite the sight. He fucked into you harder, slowing down for more precise thrusts.

“F-faster,” you begged, eyes trained where the two of you were connected, where his cock was buried deep in your cunt.

“You want me to ruin you, huh?” Jeno questioned in a low voice, his voice so featherlight that he wondered if you could hear it over the sound of skin slapping. “Want me to fuck you ‘till you’re sore.”

“Yes—fuck, yes.”

Jeno sped up his thrusts, groaning as his hips slammed against yours. He repositioned himself so that he was sitting up more, and it was mostly so that Jeno could push down on your stomach as he fucked you to see if he could feel his cock moving inside of you. When he did feel it moving under your stomach, Jeno’s cock twitched inside of you, causing you to cry his name out.

You didn’t verbalize it, but Jeno could tell you were reaching your orgasm once again. The way you started to seize up, mouth parting as your eyes were lost trying to make sense of the blinding pleasure, was enough for Jeno to draw the conclusion that you were very close. He, too, felt his pleasure teetering over the edge, daring to spill over.

So, with one last groan, he buried his face in your neck and came. Good could hardly scratch the surface on how it felt. Jeno felt like he had experienced an explosion of pleasure after holding back for so long.

However, his job wasn’t done; he still had to take care of you. Jeno grabbed ahold of your hips firmly and fucked into you at a swifter pace, trying to get you to your orgasm despite his sore and aching cock. The overstimulation had him practically whimpering as he fucked you harder.

You were finally at your peak, coming undone in front of him with your eyes rolling back and your jaw helplessly gone slack. Jeno smirked, wondering if he had fucked you dumb, and his smile faded when he realized he probably had. He held you in his arms, kissing your cheeks gently as you twitched and squirmed, fighting the waves of pleasure that were starting to subside.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a soft murmur, stroking your hair. “You were so good for me.”

Your chest was heaving like you had just run a marathon. “That was the best sex of my life.”

“Don’t stroke my ego.”

“I’m serious.”

(After that, Jeno invited you to wash up with him, which vaguely translated into shower sex. He helped you wash your hair and scrub your body with soap, slathering the suds all over your body. Then, Jeno pushed you against the wall after you washed off, kissing your neck with vigor before turning you around.

Jeno groped your tits as he slid inside you, taking you from the back. He pounded into you for a few minutes before you were going limp against the wall, needing Jeno to hold you up and keep you grounded.)

You were so sore and fucked-out by the end that Jeno was worried he had gone too hard on you. He helped you dry yourself with the towel and dried your hair with the hairdryer once he gave you clothes to change into. He even ordered take-out for the two of you and had dinner with you in his bed. You two talked about architecture and your dreams, and then you started talking about what shows you wanted to watch next.

Jeno was trying to decode your words in case you were talking about sex positions, but, no, you were legitimately talking about Netflix shows.

He offered you sleeping over, mostly because he didn’t want you to leave nor did he want to sleep alone after such a sensual night. Thankfully, you accepted his offer and Jeno found himself spooning you in bed. He nestled his chin in the crook of your neck and realized he had never felt so cozy and relaxed with someone in his arms. (Once he slept over in Minjeong’s bed and she kicked him out in her sleep.)

“Hey,” you whispered. Jeno hummed sleepily, acknowledging your words, and you continued, “Thanks for today. It was a lot of fun.”

Jeno tightened his grip on you. “I had a lot of fun, too.” He moved his lips to your ear. “Maybe we could do this again some other time.”

“I’m free this weekend,” you offered.

“Perfect.”

Jeno smiled and thought about all the new things he could try with you. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take you both four hours to get to business. Jeno spent more time waiting to fuck you on that couch than actually fucking you.

He froze upon a newfound, horrifying realization. You must have noticed him stiffening up because you turned your head a little, looking concerned.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

Jeno swallowed thickly. “I just realized we broke the ‘no sex on the couch’ rule.”

This was how the exchanges usually went.

Jeno would make an excuse to come over to your place—something along the lines of “we didn’t finish that show,” which was completely bullshit because you two never finished shows—and then he would fuck you on every surface imaginable. This time around, however, you were going over to the Bitch Hunters’ residence, and Jeno was absolutely terrified because he would be breaking the one unspoken rule that didn’t make it to the contract.

No sex on the couch.

(He broke this rule the first time, actually. He felt horrible about it and skipped class to deep-clean the couch.)

Sex on the couch was Jeno’s favorite, though. It presented the challenge of finding a way to get into a comfortable position, but it was also so accessible to use. He especially loved being over you so that he could show off how huge his muscles were, and balancing his weight on furniture with minimal surface area was the best way to display that.

It wasn’t that Jeno was scared to bend the rules of the contract—actually, scratch that; he was terrified. He wanted to respect his housemates, and fucking you on the couch that everyone sat on was going against that.

They had to have known that Jeno was planning to have sex on the couch, though. Jaemin had already teased him about his “Netflix and chill” date this morning, and everyone else decided to clear out of the house for tonight. Renjun was at his girlfriend’s place, Donghyuck was hanging out with Yoo Jimin, and Jaemin was getting munchies with a friend. Jeno felt like he had unknowingly sexiled them, and he felt a little guilty about it.

When you showed up around thirty minutes after his housemates left, Jeno couldn’t help but think about how thin the material of your dress was. Naturally, all thoughts of protecting the poor couch disappeared (again).

He swooped down to peck your lips before you walked in, and then Jeno spent the next five minutes wondering if he was even supposed to greet his hookup with a peck on the lips. You both wound up settling on a random episode of Never Have I Ever. It wasn’t like either of you were actually interested in the show; it was just easy to ignore as it played in the background.

(However, you told Jeno earlier that you two had to watch Don’t Fuck With Cats, and that he would face the consequences if he fucked you senseless before then. So, Jeno complied and put the show on.)

Five minutes of catching up and you two ended up making out on the couch, Jeno’s hand sliding to your lower back and pulling you flush against his body. What first was kissing turned to a heated makeout session, and that quickly turned to Jeno rolling his hips against your clothed cunt. It was almost painful how hard his cock was in his sweatpants.

He grunted quietly. “Fuck, that’s it,” Jeno growled out, his thrusts turning sharper and more eager. All he wanted to do was tear your clothes off and start fucking you; dry humping was only doing so much to satiate his libido.

“I thought we… were watching—a-ah!—Don’t Fuck With C-Cats,” you got out, whimpering each time Jeno thrusted against you at a brutal pace.

You were definitely insane, Jeno deliberated, or maybe it was the entire female population in general. You decked a beefy-looking man with a stack of engineering paper, willingly chose to switch into architectural engineering, and now you were thinking about a serial killer documentary right before Jeno was about to fuck the daylights out of you.

“We can watch it later,” he growled, pinning your hips down against the couch. “I’m a little preoccupied right now.”

You whined, arching your back and hiking up the skirt of your dress so that Jeno could simper at your soaked underwear. He could tell he was embarrassing you, and, better yet, he could tell it was turning you on.

“Jeno.” You had never called out his name so seriously, punctuating it like a slap to the face. It pulled him out of the fog, looking right into your eyes. “Fuck me already.”

“Anything for you.”

He wasted no time undressing you, tugging your underwear past your ankles and helping you pull your dress off. When you were fully naked, it was your turn to help Jeno remove his clothes. Part of him swelled with joy when he noticed that you didn’t shy away from him once, like you were finally perfectly comfortable being so vulnerable in front of Jeno.

“Choke me,” you pleaded. It was completely out-of-the-blue for Jeno, but it had surely been on your mind for a while.

Oh. That was new.

“You’re such a weirdo,” he chastised, but the both of you were very well aware of his cock twitching at your words.

“I’m not a weirdo,” you defended, then smirked. “Plus, I can feel how excited you are to try it out.”

“Got me there.”

Jeno wrapped his fingers around your neck, not adding any pressure at first so it was more for decoration. Then, he squeezed the sides gently, watching your lips part in surprise. Jeno rubbed your cunt to prep you, and he slowly increased the pressure on your neck when he felt you getting wetter. Then, he started rubbing the head of his cock along your folds.

He called out your name in that low register of his when he slid right into you, holding your legs apart so that you wouldn’t squirm. It was slow and sensual, but the moment he felt your walls throbbing around his cock, Jeno couldn’t hold back anymore. By the way you rocked your hips against his, it was clear that you didn’t want him to hold back either.

“J-Jeno, you feel—”

Jeno clamped a hand over your mouth, smirking at the half-dazed, half-stunned look in your eyes. “Angel, did you forget you’re supposed to be quiet? My roommates might be out of the house, but I still have neighbors.”

You nodded, eyes practically glowing at his words. Jeno liked how you could switch up from bratty to obedient in seconds, and he would never admit it, but he got a kick out of you being so compliant with him. It was the biggest power trip for him.

He fucked you deep and slow, and you didn’t beg him to go faster or try to get yourself off as fast as you could. It was like you were enjoying the moment with him, enjoying feeling so connected like this.

Jeno felt something rising to the surface, like it was about to boil over. He didn’t have time to be rational or think straight when he was so immersed in pleasure, but he felt so vulnerable and weak with you in his arms.

Then, your walls were pulsating around his cock, squeezing him in such a way that he was cumming next. Jeno groaned lowly against your skin, whispering sweet nothings as you sobbed throughout your orgasm. Somehow, the intimacy made Jeno’s orgasm feel ten times more powerful.

“I want this,” he breathed out, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “I want you, Y/N—want you more than anything else.”

Jeno’s lips trembled against your skin. He was terrified for your response, terrified that you could end things right now. He contemplated getting off of you and clearing the air, but something told him to stop lying to you about what he truly wanted from this.

Seconds passed. Minutes. Jeno’s heart was pounding because you two were just holding each other, you stroking his hair in soothing motions while he laid on top of you.

After several agonizing minutes, you finally whispered, “I want you, too.”

You laid like that for hours, neither of you moving or saying anything. You two just listened to each other’s heartbeats in utter silence, and it was comforting.

Other than the fact that Jeno was starting to realize that he was developing real feelings for you, and that made losing you feel a lot scarier.

Before Jeno was about to announce to his housemates that he was going to ask you out, he had to make a formal apology. So, being the honest man he was, Lee Jeno got down on his knees while his three friends were watching a SpongeBob SquarePants rerun.

They were all, of course, concerned for their friend. Sure, Jeno did stupid things here and there (and it was often Renjun that asked him if he the clouds he floated in were even in our atmosphere), but, this time, they were all staring at him in sheer confusion.

Jaemin raised a brow. “Jeno? Are you on drugs?”

“I wanna apologize to you guys,” Jeno said, raising his head to meet their eyes. “I fucked Y/N on the couch.”

Donghyuck gaped at him. “Wh—”

“Twice,” Jeno admitted.

Renjun’s jaw dropped—almost comically—and he grabbed the arm of the couch to lift himself from the seat. “This couch? Why would you tell us that information while we’re sitting on it?”

“I cleaned it with the steam cleaner right after! Both times!” Jeno added quickly to ease their worries. Renjun sighed in relief and sat back down on the cushion. “I felt so bad after breaking our contract, so I did a deep clean after Y/N left.”

“I really appreciate your honesty, Jeno,” Renjun started, “but, honestly, I could’ve gone my entire life without knowing Y/N got railed on the couch that we’re watching fucking SpongeBob on.”

Jeno grinned sheepishly. “My bad.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Also, I’m planning on asking Y/N out soon, and I sort of need your guys’ help.”

“Good!” Donghyuck huffed. “You better go out with her after all the emotional trauma you’ve put poor Larry through.”

Jaemin frowned. “Who’s Larry?”

“Our couch, Jaemin.”

“Who named our couch after Harry Styles’ and Louis Tomlinson’s ship name?”

“Our couch is no longer named Larry,” Donghyuck announced, mortified.

Renjun rolled his eyes at his friends, and he turned to Jeno once again. “What do you need us to help you with?”

Jeno sucked in a sharp breath. “Well…”

Lee Jeno wanted to ask you out in the most romantic way. His gesture had to be absolutely golden—something you would remember for the rest of your life. His plan was almost perfect; he had sent you on a very small wild goose chase while he was setting up the last part of his scavenger hunt for you. It was composed of all of the places that reminded him of you.

Jaemin was stationed at the place on campus where Jeno first met you. The clue he sent you was pretty straightforward: Go to the place where you decked that creep A.K.A the first place we met. When Jeno received the text from Jaemin that he had given you the bouquet of flowers and the next clue, the second part of the scavenger hunt was underway.

Renjun was situated in front of the building where Jeno hit on you for the first time. Not that this clue was hard or anything, but he knew that you would recognize the classroom you waited outside of while Jeno failed his midterm. (He later wondered if that was probably more of a traumatic memory for him, and perhaps he had miscalculated the romantic aspect of this plan). To his relief, Renjun was able to hand you the box of chocolates along with the third and final clue.

The paper slip read Netflix and chill, and Jeno was sure you would know exactly where to go. Donghyuck was standing outside the house with a key for you. Jeno had set up a picnic for the two of you in the living room, complete with candles and your favorite movies ready to watch on the TV. He had also prepared a slideshow of his favorite moments with you; it was cheesy, but he really wanted to show you he cared. All he had to do now was hang up the letters he had drawn and cut out that read “Will You Go Out With Me?”

His plan was almost perfect.

His mistake, however, was asking Donghyuck for help.

jeno: can you stall y/n for 10 min before you let her in the house? im almost done

hyuck: aight i’ll let her in

jeno: WTFFF DID U EVEN READ WHAT I SENT

To his horror, Jeno heard the key click before the door opened. He didn’t even want to turn and see you standing at the doorway, still mentally cursing out Donghyuck for half-assing his job and getting the hell out of there so that he wouldn’t have to face Jeno’s wrath.

You sounded bewildered when you read aloud, “Will… you… go?”

Jeno was not able to hang up the last three words in time.

So, he grabbed each word and held two in either hand, and he held up the middle one with his teeth. Jeno finally turned to you and kneeled under the words on the wall, hoping this had cleared everything up for good. This was probably the messiest confession considering he had put so much thought and effort into it, but Jeno hoped you would at least like the apple pie he made.

“Will you go me with out.”

Jeno switched around the papers he was holding.

“Will you go out with me?” you corrected. Jeno looked at you expectantly before you broke into a fit of giggles, still clutching your rose bouquet and box of chocolates tightly. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for ages!”

A flood of relief washed through his body. Jeno felt each and every nerve of his physically unravel and settle down. He had been so on-edge about asking you out that he didn’t realize how instinctively tense he was these past few days.

“I really like you, Y/N,” Jeno said, smiling, “and I wanna get to know you better, so can we graduate from Netflix and chill to actual dates?”

You grinned. “I like the sound of that.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I suppose a picnic at home is the perfect place to start.”

Jeno slung his arm around your waist and started explaining all the dishes he made for you, thrilled at the way your eyes lit up at every single one. He sat with you on the blanket and helped you taste from each of the plates before you picked one to start with. (You really liked the apple pie, and it made Jeno swell with joy.)

It was true that Jeno probably didn't have all of his columns and beams in place to form the structure of a relationship. All this time, he thought he was the one who was supposed to set the foundation and lay the materials out. Now, though, he realized that he could build up the framework with you, and it wasn’t so bad having someone who could understand him through and through.

Lee Jeno loved the structure and analysis that went into architectural engineering. He loved the calculations and hands-on work he had to do in order to solve a problem.

He loved building things—working toward creating his own future, his own life. Jeno preferred taking control in that regard.

Now, though, he was more than happy to share the reins with you.

Lee Donghyuck and Na Jaemin sat at a park bench, contemplating getting high off their asses to distract themselves from how they felt like complete losers. After helping Jeno with his plan and getting the confirmation text from their friend that it actually worked out, the two boys realized that they were now fighting for second-to-last place.

“You know why the two of you haven’t gotten girlfriends yet?” Renjun reprimanded them earlier. “It’s because you guys keep seeing this as a competition.”

Donghyuck was an honest man, most of the time. Although it made him sound like a shitty person, it was true that he had a competitive streak. The fact that Renjun and Jeno were kicking his ass was pride-crushing. He couldn’t believe he, Lee Donghyuck, was vying for last place with Jaemin.

The two bitch hunters with the short end of the stick felt pathetic.

That being said, it wasn’t like Donghyuck wasn’t happy for Renjun or Jeno. In fact, he had been rooting for them the entire time and encouraging them to ask out the girls they liked. That’s what friends did; they supported each other until the very end. He wasn’t praying for their downfall, either. If Donghyuck truly wanted someone to fail, he would personally be involved in their downfall, and that wasn’t the case at all.

It was shitty—he knew that. Donghyuck couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be first. He was too competitive for his own good, even if it was fun sometimes.

“Are we even gonna get girlfriends?” Jaemin questioned. “You know, we’ve lived an easy life—getting by with our pretty privilege. Maybe we were doomed to fail because we’ve been so careless.”

Donghyuck groaned. “Don’t say that! I’ll go crazy if I lose.” He sighed softly and pressed his lips together. “You know, I think we’ll be just fine. It would be criminal if we didn’t get cuffed.”

“You’re right,” Jaemin replied. “I’m a catch.”

“Well, I’m actually not so sure about you, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Jaemin laughed, pushing at his friend’s shoulder playfully.

That was how it was. Donghyuck never meant any of the jabs he made at his friends. He always sincerely supported them behind that joking facade of his. He truly did think Jaemin would find someone. Why wouldn’t he? Jaemin was probably one of the most attractive guys in their year. Once he got past all of the commitment issues and flightiness, he would have no problems cuffing that special someone.

“You know, I think we need to go out more,” Donghyuck said. “We need to start going to parties again.”

His friend raised a brow. “For what?”

“To meet people,” he explained. “It’s unlikely that we’re gonna fall for someone in our class like Jeno—”

Jaemin huffed. “Unlikely? Why?”

“Because you barely even go to your in-person classes, dumbass.”

“Point taken.”

“Renjun, on the other hand,” Donghyuck continued, “met his girlfriend at a party, and if he can do it, so can we.”

Jaemin nodded along to his words, holding out a hand for Donghyuck to shake. He took Jaemin’s hand and shook it firmly, as if this was a business deal they had just finalized.

“Speaking of parties,” Donghyuck started, “Yoo Jimin’s throwing a party tomorrow, and I think we should go.”

“Dude, she doesn’t want you.”

“I just said we’re going to her party!” Donghyuck exclaimed. “I’m not expecting anything, but if she happens to be into me, then that’s a win.”

Jaemin chuckled. “Keep dreaming.”

Deep down, though, both boys knew that Donghyuck was very capable of chasing after what he wanted. If who he wanted was Yoo Jimin, he was 100% confident he would successfully cuff her if he tried hard enough.

For now, though, Donghyuck watched the water ripple across the pond alongside his best friend.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE ON THIS ONE !!! let’s all celebrate league player no bitches lee jeno attaining his bitch <33 also half this fic was pure self indulgence and filth but yk it’s all for the vibes >:) i am very very excited to write hyuck’s and would start now but it’s late and i am using my energy to post this muah muah !! thank you for all the support on this series and the hype for this fic! i have been soooo blown away by the comments and reblogs and asks!! <3 

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Church || Kinktober - Day 15

pairing ▸ na jaemin × f!reader

now playing ▸ church - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝and i'll keep leading you on if you keep leading me into your room.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, situationship, smut, angst

warnings ▸ mirror sex, fingering, marking, praise, choking, breeding kink

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.

It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.

You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.

Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.

And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.

The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.

The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.

Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.

You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.

Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.

Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.

He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.

Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.

This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!

But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.

Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.

But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?

And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.

You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.

Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.

Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.

Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.

And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.

And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.

Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?

Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.

Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?

Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.

Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.

That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.

It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-

Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.

You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.

You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.

You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.

All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.

No one except you.

Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.

Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.

Y/n: I'm not yours.

Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.

Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.

Jaemin: You don't trust me now?

Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.

If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.

He never cries.

Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.

Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.

Jaemin: I want to.

What?

Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.

This can't be happening right now.

He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.

Jaemin: Please don't leave me.

Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.

Jaemin: Why not?

He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.

Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.

Jaemin: And how would you know that?

You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.

Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.

You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.

Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?

Y/n: How could I forget?

He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.

He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.

Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.

He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.

Jaemin: Do you want this?

Y/n: Yes.

Jaemin: Are you sure?

Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.

He tries to smile, but it just falls.

He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.

Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.

But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.

He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.

You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.

Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.

Y/n: Really?

Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.

Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?

Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.

You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.

Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.

He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.

He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.

Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.

He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.

Jaemin: Beautiful.

You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.

He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.

Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?

You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.

He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.

You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.

Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.

He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.

He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.

The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.

Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?

Y/n: So much!

It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.

Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.

It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.

You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.

But he still wasn't done.

He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.

Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.

You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.

Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.

He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.

He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.

Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?

Y/n: Mhm.

You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.

Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.

All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.

He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.

Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.

You just let him carry you into the bathroom.

He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.

Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?

He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.

Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?

Y/n: Okay.

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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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[toji-girl]

sugary sweet | k. nanami

tags: fem reader + you wear lip gloss and such + age gap (you mid 20's & him early 30's) + oc! friends + weed and wine + I had this sitting in my drafts for a while

The apartment complex Kento rented a year prior was one of the best decisions he made in his life, it was quaint and on the corner with his favorite bakery so it never took him long to grab his food. 

But now he finds himself dreading coming home because he knows he'd catch a glimpse of you, doe eyes, a soft smile, and a body he wanted to explore. You're younger than him he knows this much. 

However, that didn't deter him from thinking about you.

You're the devil trying to tempt him into sin with the way you bat your eyelashes at him, your lips turning into a pout when all you get from him is a tight smile. "Mr. Nanami! How are you? I'm sorry If my party kept you up late last night. It didn't, did it?" You asked when he stepped on the second floor with his keys in one hand, your glossed lips set in a soft smile as his eyes raked you in slowly and subtly.  

He stood at the ledge keeping his face neutral as your eyes shifted from the keys that he twirled between his fingers and his eyes that spoke of a tiredness that even a month's worth of sleep couldn't fix, with a soft smile waiting for his answer. 

"I'm fine, and it didn't, but you might want to keep it down still. The walls are thin." He hummed and unlocked his front door. 

Kento left you standing there when he stepped inside his apartment thinking about his comment, you sighed and glanced at his door wondering how you break his walls down while getting ready for work you stepped into your own territory and left for your evening shift. 

It was only a few times you saw him in the beginning, the first two months you could count on both hands how many times you spoke, and each time he stonewalled you, but sometimes you were able to make him smile which in turn made your blood run hot with curiosity. 

"Mr. Nanami!" Kento's shoulders tensed when he heard your syrupy sweet voice call out his name as you bounded up the stairs with grocery bags in your hands, you looked so naive but he knew you were anything but, it was just a front you put on for other people. 

He paused and left his keys hanging from his front door. "Everything okay? I told you that you could call me Kento." His tone was a bit warmer this time around, a clear sign you've broken down his walls. 

There was still a high guard up, but you'll take what you can get. "Kento, sorry, I was letting you know that I'm having a few friends over, and we'll keep it down this time." You told him warmly with a smile so sweet that he was sure rotted your teeth. 

That's when he noticed your lips were glossed again with a clear glitter, pouting and perfect. His mind drifted away for only a moment. 

His eyebrows furrowed first then smoothed out quickly relieving himself of the thoughts. "Thank you for telling me, have a good evening." With that he ended the conversation with the soft click of his door when he locked it, putting another wall up between you. 

All night, Kento could hear your giggling and hushed warnings to the people who were loud enough for him to hear every single detail. 

Mai wasn't happy in her marriage. Ema was thinking about sleeping with her best friend and classmate who has a girlfriend. Ami wanted to quit her job because her husband's sister, whom she doesn't like started working there. 

It was hard to ignore, and he couldn't deny that he was curious as to what happened next and heard you give honest advice to each friend. 

There was some crying, and another wine bottle popped open, making him wonder just how thin the walls actually were. Now came the questioning of your love life, or lack thereof. 

"I'm not looking for anything. Being single is nice, you know? But I will say I have a very cute neighbor, his name is Na-Kento. He's cute. Dark and very mysterious, older too and rugged." You gushed warmly.

He could hear the other women giggle and push you for more information when a heavy aroma of marijuana wafted into his apartment followed by more of your cute giggles. "What if he hears me saying how I want to bounce myself stupid on his dick?" 

"We could ask him! Let's get our friend laid!" Mai crooned. 

Kento listened to the shuffle of feet and the women trying to shush you, drunk and high they didn't think about tomorrow as they pushed you out of your apartment and watched as you knocked on his door. 

With a huff, he removed himself from his couch wondering why you had to move next door to him, and it's not that he hates you, if anything it's the complete opposite, now you've latched onto him.

It's a burning lust that consumed him whole, anytime he sees you his dick starts to think for itself, the way you smell so sweet like a freshly baked vanilla cake, and that made him want to have a taste of you.  

Your group of friends watched as the door was pulled open revealing Kento in a soft white shirt and plaid pj pants with socks covering his feet. Ema pushed you forward with a giggle. "Kento - I'm so sorry about this, I said we'd be quiet and here I am, anyway sorry, good night!" You called out and scurried back into your apartment with them. 

Embarrassment coursed through your veins as you rubbed your face and flopped on the couch.

Kento still had no choice but to listen to your conversation until the four of you passed out tangled up on your couch until the next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and regrets.

#tw: weed #tw: wine #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #jjk x reader

[neocults26]

anything for u...<3

Na jaemin would do anything for you. He would do the simplest to the hardest tasks for you, and all he wants in return is for u to just sit back and relax.

So when you came back home to a warm, cosy atmosphere, u weren't surprised, but instead, you were just so happy that u had this man in ur life. You were too tired to show gratitude towards jaemin, but u still walk into the kitchen and see ur lovely boyfriend preparing a beautiful feast for the both of u. He notices ur presence and is shocked as he didn't hear u, but he rushes over, taking your bag and guiding u to an empty chair. He settles the last of things he needed and also sits down, and you two have a small talk ( mostly u sharing ur day and him just admiring u with the look of love in his pretty eyes). Soon enough, u grab ur utensil to dig in, but stop by jaemin's hand grabbing urs whilst the other is busy trying to feed u and so u accept his offer and u two just share a meal in ur apartment and although it may not be much jaemin always tries to make the most of because he'll do anything for u...<3

You just woke up and felt so tired and sore from yesterday, so u naturally lean in to other other side of the bed, but all u feel is cold and emptiness. Soon enough, ur fully awake, and u check the time on ur phone. However, u hear small thuds approaching ur bedroom and see jaemin with a tray full of delicious food and as expected they were for u because he'll do anything for u ...<3

Both of u are sitting on the sofa, and u have ur fav TV show playing. All while this happens, ur legs and feet are being messaged by ur sweet boyfriend. You were feeling so in love, causing ur heart to do flips as the reason being when u asked jaemin to press ur feet he simply obeyed and it made u melt but for him it's because he'll do anything for u...<3

You were getting stressed all because of ur makeup as it wasn't turning out right, and u didn't have much time, so as u did ur makeup ur actions were getting more aggressive by second and it frustrated you causing u to slam ur makeup brush. Tears pooled in ur eyes as ur fists clenched, and u looked in the mirror-ur makeup was getting ruined. You suddenly heard a knock on the door, and it opened, revealing jaemin with a face filled with concern and eyes as soft as fluff. He took ur hand in his and started caressing ur cheek with the other, making u feel a little bit better. You explained what happened, and all his attention was on u and how pretty u looked even if ur makeup was ruined. Soon after, he gently spoke, giving you some comfort and just making u feel better with just his words. He made everything less worrisome and just more relaxing as he spoke it was just perfect he was just so perfect. On the other hand, he was proud to see how his words had an effect on you and how it made u feel instantly better and much happier. It was all because he'll do anything for u...<3

Jaemin loved using nicknames like princess, baby, pretty girl, babe, honey and etc. It made u feel so happy and appreciated whenever he calls u them, plus it also made him happy seeing the cute smile on ur face. Anything for u...<3

Jaemin loves giving small gifts, and u like receiving them because in past relationships, u barely used to get gifts, so this was a new thing for u when jaemin first gave u a gift which contained a really pretty necklace with a butterfly. When jaemin found out about ur past relationships and the affection given to u he wasn't pleased at all he was angry at how they didn't even appreciate such a beautiful girl as it was just irresistible for him to do. From then on, jaemin gave u small gifts from time to time because he'll do anything for u...<3

Overall, na jaemin loves u with all his heart, and he'll do anything for u...<3

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH IF U MADE IT TO THE END💖💖💖🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🎀

#nct dream #na jaemin #princess treatment #jaemin #nct #nct fluff

[arrowofcarnations]

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.” Sounds like it would be said amongst the cubs to me 👀👀👀

It sure does, doesn't it?

(Rating: E)

Character credit to @lumosinlove <3

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Leo blinked up at the ceiling fan, trying to focus on the steady whirr of its blades—on anything that would keep him from losing it this soon. Finn's mouth had always been fatal to his stamina.

A wet, slurping kiss to his inner thigh sent a shiver rocketing through him. Had Finn made that yearning sound just now? No, couldn't have been him—his mouth was occupied with taking Leo apart as fast as physically possible, or so it seemed. And Logan was grinning lazily at him from where he'd flopped onto his back an arm's length away, basking in his own three-round afterglow and looking like some sort of debauched oil painting, filthy and beautiful in equal measure. Must've come out of his own mouth, then.

"Finn," Leo whined, and was rewarded with another kiss, this time just above his hole.

"Finn," Leo said again, louder this time; a clever tongue circled his rim and then flattened against him, giving him the broad laves that had unraveled him at warp speed in the first place. Leo's back arched, but Finn's hands were tight under his knees, holding his legs open and back to give himself all the room he wanted.

"Do that again," he pleaded and was, again, rewarded. Finn was particularly eager to please tonight, hungry for their pleasure, and Leo would always be weak for it. "Shit, just like that, right there."

"Bossy," Logan piped up, sounding delighted as he scooted closer until their heads rested on the same pillow. His lips were slow and indulgent against Leo's, at odds with Leo's pounding heart and building desperation.

Leo's heart and cock throbbed when Logan nuzzled their noses together just as Finn tucked two fingers inside him, right alongside his relentless mouth. Logan's flush deepened as another high-pitched sound was wrenched out of him. "Close, soleil? Gonna give Harzy what he wants?"

Oh, no, Leo thought helplessly. He whimpered as his legs trembled uncontrollably on either side of Finn's head. He stood no chance of lasting beyond the next minute if Logan's mouth was joining in.

"He wants it so bad," Logan continued, petting a hand down Leo's chest and tweaking a nipple just to make him shake harder. "His jaw must hurt after all the time he spent on me, but look how hard he's trying for you. Loves you so much, wants you to come so hard."

Finn didn't stop to speak—like a man possessed, that one, especially when his partner's orgasm was in sight—but he moaned an uh-huh right against Leo's burning skin. Leo had to shut his eyes, head tipping back on the bunched-up pillow and leaving his straining neck exposed for an onslaught of Logan kisses.

"Gonna," he heard himself warn, feeling himself tipping over the edge. The fingers inside him crooked just so; his gasp might as well have been a scream for how loud it was. "Finn, Finn, Finn, gon—na—uh!"

It took both of them to keep him on the bed and against Finn's face as the pleasure crested again and again in breath-stealing waves. Logan fumbled for a loose hold on Leo’s cock and groaned as his hand was dripping in mere seconds. Finn gentled his mouth and stilled his fingers but stayed there until every last jolt and shudder and pulse of Leo's body had faded, leaving him heavy and pliant beneath their touch.

That clever, gorgeous, dangerous mouth left a parting kiss against his hole as the fingers inside him slid out carefully, and he twitched away from it, sensitive and wrung-out now. All he had to do was hold out his arms, and he was suddenly the center of a perfect cuddle, Finn and Logan curled up on either side of him as they all caught their breaths.

He turned his head to meet Finn's eyes, gently massaging his overworked jaw with one hand while the other pet Logan's hair. "Did you...?"

Finn kissed the heel of his hand. "Mhm. On your thighs, baby. You're pretty messy." His smile got that crooked, playful slant to it that Leo adored. "And pretty, and messy. Very pretty. Very messy."

"Could be messier," Logan offered, stroking Leo's hip.

"Oh god," Leo laughed. "Need a nap first. Y'all're tryin' to kill me."

"Aw, he's getting all Southern on us," Finn said. Leo didn't know how he was chattering away; his jaw must be screaming at him, but Finn could be stubborn.

Leo kissed his cheek, then the point of his nose. "You fucked the city right outta me," he agreed, smiling at their laughter. "Nap?"

"Nap," Logan said, snuggling in further.

"Nap," Finn chorused, letting his eyes close. "Love you, Butter."

Leo waited for Finn's breathing to even out and to feel the telltale twitch of Logan's limbs before succumbing to sleep himself. They had all night, but he didn't want to miss a single moment with them.

#my fic #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #o'knutzy

[miss-hyoko]

A New Life

Character(s): Lilia

Summary: You and Lilia start a new life after withdrawing from the war

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, platonic but can be read as romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, childhood friends, crack, domestic life, a little spoiler about Lilia's past, little Malleus makes a cameo

Note: This fic is kinda like a missing scene from this childhood friend headcanon, but you don't need to read that to understand this

After withdrawing from the front line, you and Lilia chose to live together in a house located near the palace, taking into consideration that Lilia still works as a Royal Guard.

While Lilia's continuing his work at the palace, you settled down as a local physician, healing anyone who came to your house for treatment. You treat everyone, fae or human, without asking for a penny. Knowing you will refuse their money, they then decide to give you something else as a token of their gratitude. Every so often, it's their crop, sometimes it's their livestock, sometimes it's home cooking, and some even give you cloth or little trinkets they make.

All of that, coupled with Lilia's income as a Royal Guard, makes the lives more than enough for the both of you

You enjoy your current lifestyle. Living with your dear childhood friend, in a small, humble house owned by the two of you. Everything is perfect. So calm, peaceful, and more importantly, far from the brutality of war.

You thought life couldn't be better than it already is, but that assumption of yours was proven wrong when one day Lilia came home with a surprise. A pleasant surprise that makes your days even better.

***

"Lilia, whose child is that?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, you hurriedly turned off the stove to welcome your childhood friend home. But as soon as you arrive at the doorstep, your attention is immediately drawn to the little boy in his arms.

The boy had hair that was as black as night, a pair of emeralds-like eyes, and two small horns perched on top of his head. His appearance reminds you of someone, but who?

"Ah, (Name)!" Noticing your presence, Lilia walked excitedly to you, making the child in his arms flinched in surprise and hide deeper into his chest.

"This is Malleus, the boy in the palace that I often tell you about! Isn't he adorable?" Lilia rubbed his cheek against the child's head, being careful not to get pierced by the horn.

You tilted your head slightly, trying to remember the stories Lilia once told every time he returned from the palace.

Hmm… the palace, a fae child, and those familiar appearances...

"Ah! Is he the Queen's grandson? The new prince who was born not long ago? The one that accidentally burned your hair?"

Lilia nodded his head to answer all of your questions, "Yup, you're absolutely right! This is that kid, Malleus Draconia!"

"I see... so, he's our prince."

You turned your attention to Malleus who was being carried by Lilia. Giving the friendliest smile you had, you extended your hand to the little fae and started introducing yourself.

"Hello, little prince. My name is (Name) (Last Name), I'm Lilia's friend. I've heard many stories about you from Lilia, it was nice to have finally met you!"

Malleus looked at you and your outstretched hand in turn, then he looked back at Lilia with eyes full of uncertainity.

Seeing the puzzled expression painting the prince's face, Lilia chuckled slightly and nodded his head, saying, "Go on, you can hold their hand. They're my friend, they won't hurt you. So, you don't have to be afraid."

Hearing Lilia's assurance, Malleus then looked back at you, who were still stretching out your hand while smiling at him. Although a little hesitant, Malleus slowly stretched out his hand and clasped your hand back.

"Na-naish to mith yuu…," he whispered a little shyly, red blush adorning his chubby cheeks.

If you wasn't aware of his identity as a prince, you would love to pinch those chubby cheeks and kiss them countless times. His cuteness is too much! As expected of Briar Valley's prince!

Huh? Wait a minute… Why does it feel like something is wrong?

!

"LILIA! WHY DID YOU BRING THE PRINCE OUT OF THE PALACE?!"

"Ouch! Don't hit me, (Name)!"

"YOU STILL DARE TO TALK BACK?!"

"W-woah! Careful, (Name)! I'm still holding Malleus!"

"PUT HIM DOWN FIRST ON THE SOFA, AND THEN WE TWO CAN CONTINUE TALKING!"

***

After learning that Lilia took Malleus out of the palace at the behest of the Queen, who wanted her grandson to see his homeland, you finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You hurt me, (Name), to think you thought of me as someone who dared to kidnap the prince of our country." Lilia complained while playing dolls with Malleus at the dinner table.

"I'm sorry, okay?" You said, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of warm porridge, "Besides, it was partially your fault for not telling me that you were going to come home with the prince."

Taking the nearest seat, you sat on the other side of Malleus, making the little fae seated between you and Lilia.

"It was supposed to be a surprise, so naturally I won't tell you." Lilia pursed his lips, trying to defend himself.

You can only sigh, not knowing what else to say about Lilia's odd antics. Instead, you scoop up the porridge you made, blow it until it's slightly cool, then feed Malleus, who's still busy playing with a doll you got from one of your patients.

"So, the Queen gave you an order to take care of the prince? Wouldn't that mean, you're now the prince's caretaker?"

"Yeah, you can call it like that." Taking the doll from Malleus' hand, Lilia used his magic to make the doll dance, making the little fae clap his hands happily.

Seeing that Malleus' mouth was empty again, you then took another spoonful of porridge and fed him again. Meanwhile, Lilia continue controlling the doll to entertain Malleus so that he can finish eating quickly.

When the porridge in the bowl is almost gone, you suddenly realize something important.

"Lilia."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how to take care of a fae child?"

"...."

Hearing no reply from your childhood friend, you turn your eyes towards him and find Lilia smiling mischievously at you.

"Care to guess the reason I brought Malleus here?"

Oh, you have bad feelings about this.

"Say, old friend, what do you think about the two of us raising a child together?"

Great Sevens, please give me more patience to face this childhood friend of mine.

***

"Huh? How do I raise my fae child?"

The patient in front of you seemed a little taken aback hearing your sudden question. You're also actually a bit awkward to ask that, considering until this moment you yourself are still single, but all this is necessary for the future of Briar Valley.

You've had enough of Lilia's attempts to take care of Malleus just by relying on his 'nanny instinct'. What kind of 'nanny instinct' did he have that made him feel practicing advanced magic spells with a LITERAL child was a good idea? Whatever it is, you no longer want to trust Lilia's 'nanny instinct'.

Since then, you've frequently asked every patient who comes for your treatment about how they take care of their fae child. After asking different people many times, and occasionally getting meaningful smiles from some patients, you finally managed to gather all the answers into a small book that you titled 'Tips and Tricks for Taking Care of fae child that Even Idiots Can Understand'.

"Why are you giving me this book, (Name)?" Lilia gaped dramatically when you gave him that book, "Don't you believe my ability as a caretaker?"

"Absolutely not." You answer quickly without a second thought while rocking Malleus to sleep.

Vaguely, you can hear Lilia's sulking about how you, his childhood friend who he has grown up with, don't trust his 'nanny instinct'. But before long, you also hear pages being turned, a sign that Lilia is starting to read your book. Soon, all you can hear in Malleus' room is your humming sound and occasionally the pages of the book being flipped.

After confirming that Malleus was indeed sound asleep, you slowly laid him back into his crib and tucked the blanket under his arm.

When you turn around, you find Lilia leaning against the wall, one hand holding your book while the other turns the page, and a rare gentle smile adorning his face. You always knew that Lilia was very good-looking, but this time, under the dim lighting of the room, he looks so breathtaking, like a painting that has come to life.

Fascinated, you don't realize how long you've been watching his face. You only woke up from your daydream when you heard Lilia's low chuckle. Didn't know since when, he was already in front of you, face just an inch away from yours. His long hair swayed along with his every move, framing that attractive face perfectly.

"Is my face to your liking, (Name)?" he teased, making you instantly flush in embarrassment.

"You-"

"Shh."

A cold finger lands on your lips, making you spontaneously swallow whatever you want to say. You looked at Lilia nervously, not knowing what else the fae would do next.

With narrowed eyes and a mischievous smile, Lilia held up the book he had been reading earlier.

"Page seventeen, paragraph three. Don't make noise near fae child who has just fallen asleep. There's a chance that they will unconsciously release their magic to attack you. Don't tell me that you have forgotten what you wrote yourself?"

You closed your eyes, giving not the slightest response to Lilia's words. Let alone respond, you didn't even really hear what Lilia was talking about. How could you do that when his face is so close to you to the point you can even feel his breath? If you open your eyes now and come face to face with Lilia's red eyes, there's no guarantee you won't become a stuttering mess.

You planned to keep closing your eyes until Lilia moved his face away, but suddenly, you felt two sturdy arms wrap around your body and pull you into a very familiar embrace. A hug that feels warm like the sun, comfortable like the softest pillow, and most importantly, it always makes you feel safe.

Just as you were about to relax your body, you felt Lilia put his head on your shoulder.

"If I didn't know you better, I would have mistakenly thought that you were a parent who had countless experience with children."

Lilia's breath tickles your neck when he speaks, making you squirm a little in his embrace. You tried to break free, but Lilia just chuckled softly and tightened his arms around you.

"You know, (Name)? I think you can be a good parent." He said, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

"Now, all that's left is your partner, how about considering me as one?"

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[fangirl--writes]

Jerome Valeska x Reader Drabble

Authors' Note: Little drabble based on this video: here.

It made me cackle.

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You tiptoed down the hall the padding of your fuzzy socks absorbed your step as you snuck to the bathroom.

A sing song sort whistle  floated in your ears your grip on the pitcher tightened.  You almost felt bad…He was singing now at the top of his lungs, off key… your boyfriend was lost in his own world in the shower.

Too Perfect.

You could barely contain  the shit eating   smirk that started to overtake your face he was so in for it.

He, being Jerome Valeska, your boyfriend who had just  “returned” from a very brief stay in Arkham Asylum just last night bragging about his new record for shortest visit yet.

His ginger locks were a mess face full of grime and sweat and he smelled like a dumpster fire by the docks. Yet his ever present grin was there as he slung his arms around your shoulder nuzzling  in to kiss your cheek feverishly.

His hands sneakily drifted lower and lower stopping to squeeze your sides eliciting a squeak of surprise  before going to play with the zipper on your pants.

You shivered dropping your dish in the sink as his rough lips went down to work your neck starting to suck the tender spots in your nape.

“J..jer..ome~” you whined with a flushed face trying to wriggle free from his iron grasp. “you were only gone a few days..“

With a twist you slipped under his arm grabbing the counter corner for support.

“Ah but honey I just missed ya’ so much.” He stalked forward with his arms outstretched intent to wrap you up in his chest again. You recognized the haughty glint in his dark eyes swirling as he approached in your small kitchen.

Then it hit you again; the smell of low tide, wet dog and trash that REALLY needed to go out.

Your shoulders shook as you gagged.

“Sir. …No. No sir when was the last time you showered?” You retched holding a spoon out in defense.

At this the red head froze you could see  the hamster wheel working overtime  behind his eyes.

“Listen. You take a shower or a bath I’m not picky. Then we’ll talk.”

Needless to say he slept on the couch that night much to your dismay, you were going to have to deep clean the next afternoon .

The scream was abysmal, high pitched squeal of surprise that if you didn’t know any better was from a young child and not your manic red head who laughed in the face of death.

Your low snicker erupted into a fit of laughter your shoulders shaking  as you pulled the pitcher back stepping down from the stool you’d carefully hidden away earlier just for the occasion.

Your face flushed  rich crimson hues as you held your aching side hearing Jerome curse and squirm at the temperature change.

Payback

“AH Ah you little shit-“  Jerome growled acknowledging you directly his hand ripping back the shower curtain enough to peak out to reveal you red faced and howling.

With a quick breathe you poked your tongue out flashing a grin to match before  quickly turning to run  fully expectant to get away in victory until you felt the sudden pull of his soaking strong arms on the back of your damp shirt.

The pitcher fumbled from your hands hitting the floor as you shrieked “nA-NYOOOOOOOO” you grasped weakly at the counter top in attempt to save yourself from a watery grave.  

The edge slipped out from your fingers as a soaking wet hand wrapped around your middle further drenching you as he pulled you back into the shower still laughing like a maniac.

A wicked grin lined his lips his brows arched as he cackled at your poor misfortune-

“C’mere you..”  You heard him tease as your whole body fell back into his waiting arms.  Between abrupt giggles you squeaked feeling a tickle on your ribs. “NyOOO- No NO JEROWME.”

Escape was futile.

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[mossynebula]

TRC as songs from Unreal Unearth (Hozier)

EXTREMLY long post but I think its worth reading, Buckle up!!

Ronan: (De Selby part 1)

"At last when all of the world is asleep"

"to the bliss of not knowin' yourself"

"Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche, Tr��na chéile" (You’re all bright ease But you come on like night Entangled)

Kavinsky: (De Selby part 2)

"I wanna run against the world thats turning"

"I wanna run so far, I'd beat the morning"

"I dont need to know where we begin and end"

Prokopenko: (First Time)

"And the soul, if that's what you'd call it, Uneasy ally of the body"

" And some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby, and some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby"

"but fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself"

Gansey: (Francesca)

"My life was a storm since I was born"

"I'd tell them put me back in it"

"I would still be suprised I could find you Darlin', in any life"

Skovron: ( I, Carrion (Icarian))

"If the wind turns, if I hit a squall, Allow the ground to find it's brutal way to me"

"If these heights should bring my fall, Let me be your own, Icarian carrion"

" I only pray, don't fall away from me"

Jiang: (Eat Your Young)

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world"

"put in front of the table, sellin' bombs and gun"

" You can't buy this, fineness, let me see the heat get to you"

Adam and Blue: (Damage Gets Done)

" Without shame, two outfits to my name"

" I heard once, it's the comforts that make us feel numb"

" You and I had nothing to show but the best of the world in the palm of our hands"

"If the car ran, the car was enough"

" That first car was like wings on an angel"

"But I know being reckless and young, is not how the damage gets done"

Swan: (Who We Are)

"Gettin' through still has a cost"

"To hold me like water, or christ, hold me like a knife"

"Chasing someone else's dream"

Noah: (All Things End)

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life, with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right"

" All that we intend, is scrawled in sand, it slips right through our hand"

"Never watched my future darken in a single tear"

(The entire choir section)

Declan: (To someone from a warmer climate)

"Uiscefhuaraithe" (water-cooled)

"all my dreamin', is only put to shame"

"There are some things that no-one teaches you, love That God in his awful wisdom first programs in"

Matthew: (Butchered Tongue)

"As a child, it was the place names Singin' at me as the first thing How the mouth must be employed in every corner of itself To say "Appalacicola" or "Hushpukena, " like "Gweebarra" A promise softly sung of somewhere else"

"But feel at home, hearin' a music that few still understand A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground"

"And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means "Home" to them With no translator left to sound"

Lynch Brothers: (Anything But)

"I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day I wish I was the sunlight, just sitting on the Mississippi I'd settle for a shopping trolley in the Liffey"

"I don't wanna be anything But I would do anything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all"

"Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic I wanna be soft as a single stone in a rainstick I wanna be the thunder of a hundred thousand hooves moving quick If I was a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees"

Fox Way: (Abstract (Psychopomp))

"The feeling came late I'm still glad I met you"

"The memory hurts But does me no harm Your hand in my pocket To keep us both warm The poor thing in the road Its eye still glistening The cold wet of your nose The Earth from a distance"

"The speed that you moved The screech of the cars The creature still moving That slowed in your arms The fear in its eyes Gone out in an instant Your tear caught the light"

Gangsey and Dream pack: (First Light)

"Your eyes open, at first a thousand miles away But turning, shoot a silver bullet point-blank range And I can scarce believe what I'm believing in Could this be how every day begins?"

"The sky set to burst The gold and the rust The colour erupts You filling my cup The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life Before the first light"

"One bright morning goes so easy Darkness always finds you either way It creeps into the corners as the moment fades A voice your body jumps to calling out your name But after this I'm never gonna be the same And I am never going back again"

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[lilacrwses]

▸ love at first goal

summary: Having able to watch a football game is not how you expect to meet your soulmate

ft: itoshi rin

note: reblogs are a big help :>

Your ideal idea definition of a perfect day off is just in bed eating salad watching netflix and just chilling. However, having your friend visit you she insisted on watching the ever so waited football match together than being alone.

You didn’t really like crowds making it as an excuse, but the gods weren’t really on your side when she mentioned she got two VIP seats at the stadium. You weren’t really surprised when she said that she sponsored the event.

“Come on y/n! I promise this is going to be the last one” She raises her right arm as she said it.

“You said that the last time…and the last time..and the last.. and the las-” She covered your mouth with her palm knowing that it would go on for minutes if she hadn’t stopped you.

“I know that but pleaseee! There are a lot of handsome players back there waiting for you. Maybe then you’ll find your soulmate.”

You thought about it for a second, it’s been 2 years since you’re supposed to find out your other half. Your friend, Emi already found hers, and you couldn’t be more happy for her. Maybe, you’ll give it a shot, it’s not going to be bad right

“Fine, I’ll go with you.” You rolled you eyes, plopping back to bed. “Please choose my clothes for me.” Emi doesn’t seem to mind as she opened your closet.

“You bought new clothes?” You turned your back over. “Na, those brands have been giving them to me. I rejected them but they insisted. It’s rude if I don’t accept.” You let out a big sigh watching Emi move from hanger to hanger.

“How bout this? We could also match.”

“Perfect.”

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“Of course, it would be crowded. It’s a national game, what do you expect?” You let out a huff after seeing how packed the stadium is.

There were murmurs that filled the room as you guys were passing by.

“It’s starting,”

“There you have it folks, I’m sure everyone is excited as today is a big game. Big players have gathered in this big arena, what team do you think will win folks?” The echoing voice of the commentator was rapidly covered by the roaring response of the fans.

You really wished you escaped the situation but your heart can’t seem to agree so. Beating rapidly while scanning the crowd hoping to have eye contact with your soulmate, but instead you got to share it to what you've been avoiding since you've arrived; the freaking commentators.

“Wow, what a beauty, as expected from a supermodel” You’re ears perked up at the mention of a familiar occupation.

Screams from different areas in the room was heard, as soon as they saw you.

“I should’ve worn something least flashy” You sarcastically smiled when you happened to pass your sight at your figure above the screen.

“Puh-lease, with that body of yours? Whatever you’ll wear you’ll stand out.”

“Still, It could have been…avoi..ded” You can’t manage to finish your sentence when you saw a pair of beautiful colored teal eyes right before you, and that is when you knew you had found your missing piece.

Your heart started to race at the unfamiliar feeling, and butterflies started to roam your stomach, clenching your chest you wanted this odd emotion to stop. Once again you looked at his eyes it was a sharp cold scenery.

"Name. what's your name?" His voice sounded so raspy as if he had just woken up from a great sleep. "Y/n L/n" you curtly replied to which he nodded and looked away for a while..

You may wonder why he doesn't seem interested in talking to you, but oh boy when you look a little bit closer his cheeks are tinted pink. He looked away because he was really bashful about the sudden encounter.

So many eyes have he made contact but with only yours has his heart beated. After what felt like forever he finally looked your way, still, having the slightest blush at the upper of his cheeks.

"I'm Rin, Itoshi Rin." Thankfully you heard his mumble in the midst of the noisy crowd. "Can we see each other later?" He scratches his nape you smiled at his cute antics and nodded. You didn't know where the confidence came from but you inched closer to him and whispered, "Well only if you'll have the first goal."

"Then, can I have my advance victory kiss?" You were taken aback, you could feel your face heat up. Rin intended it as a harmless joke but you took it seriously and placed a quick peck on his cheeks.

The striker's eyes widen but before he could say something you beat him to it "I think your teammates are calling you.." They pretty much saw the scene when he saw them reenacting the whole thing. But his teammates weren't the only ones who saw.

The whole stadium did.

"Wait for me?" you practically chuckled and nod your head "I think that's already given.".

Pretty much sure your interaction with Rin will get you featured in the news articles as the hottest picks.

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[onyourhyuck]

Knight In Shining Armour. | N.JM (M)

prologue- “I’ve got 99 problems and they’re all my period.” + “That’s why I’m here Y/n, so I can fix them.”

tw- Boyfriend Jaemin helping his girlfriend y/n when she suddenly gets her period at home. Fluff. Romance. Y/n had a date night planned with jaemin but cancelled bc of cramps </3. Jaemin is a wholesome bf everyone needs.

Note- 🙏 so is everyone menstruating right now?

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Shit this wasn’t good, you thought loudly when you were sitting down on the toilet seat, a sight of a bloodshed unfolds in front of your wide eyes. This wasn’t good at all. It was date night with your boyfriend tonight and now you cannot go. You know you wouldn’t be able to walk out the door in an hour by the time he comes over to pick you from your apartment complex.

You cuss grabbing your phone by the counter dialling the contact name ‘bubba.’ The number picks up instantly as you heard Jaemin’s cheerful tone. The sudden guilt and remorse for cancelling pains you, eyebrows knit forward.

“Hey baby you getting ready?” Jaemin told on the line. Your eyes watch the bathroom anxiously before answering to the phone call.

“Hey nana I’m sorry i don’t think i can go anymore.”

“Hm? Why not did something happen Y/n?”

“Yeah it’s sorta a girl thing…it’s weird to explain but I started my time of the month. I don’t feel up for our cinema date. I’m sorry forgive me.”

“Y/n it’s completely okay to cancel on me we have plenty of time to reschedule. How about I’ll come over I was just on my way to go to the shops. I’ll bring you stuff and we can relax at home.”

An unconscious smile paints across the mundane guilty expression that once overtook your entire mood but not anymore. Your Knight in shining armour always had a solution it seems. You and Jaemin started dating last year only so it’s pretty relevantly new relationship; the both of them are learning many things about each other and coming with solutions. The couple met through a friend of a friend at an event. Y/n instantly brought all the attention on her and Na Jaemin was no better man than anyone else in that time. He was mesmerised by you. Captivated and in need to have your number so he did ask like the gentlemen he was, he even helped you get back home safely.

It was far too late for a woman to wander back home and at that time you lived with your parents. You still hold that memory in your heart tightly like it was a precious jewel, durning that night walking you home the boy kept you up at night texting you.

Ever since then it’s been a happy year being with him once you started dating him. Never once has Jaemin disappointed you, hurt you or fought with you seriously. He’s quick to apologise or to speak calmly. Sometimes, you wonder how does he do it, become so perfect without any flaw inside him.

When the call ended you took a quick shower to clean yourself up and after you picked the most comfiest pyjamas out of your wardrobe collection. Bucks bunny pyjamas with shorts and an oversized shirt hitting your thighs perfectly slinging to the shorts, you let your wet medium shoulder length hair rest as you sit on the bed complementing life.

Period pain soon strikes your body, the sensation of being stabbed thousand times in a second baffles you. why do women have to go through so much pain? As if giving birth was one thing Y/n will have to go through at some point in her life, she has her indescribable heavy flo to live with too!

“I want to disappear from earth!”

You groan into your hands kicking the feet in air, screaming until you stop laying flat on the bed staring up at the white ceiling.

The bell rang. The girl’s ears perk up like a cat would when hearing something loud attracting it, like a wild animal Y/n ran towards the door rushing to open it. Jaemin standing still with a bag full of products and seemingly to be chocolate inside too. You let out a soft ‘whoa’ when looking at the white plastic bag as he smiles he walks inside the apartment.

You hug him tightly and he kissed your cheek. “Hey baby how you holding up?” Jaemin gently asks in a kind tone, pushing the bags on the bed. You bring him to sit on the bed with you, whining.

“I’ve got 99 problems and they’re all my period.” You would say sitting up, the first thing you took was the chocolate which will surely satisfy those cravings. He smiles watching you take small bites as he rummages through the bag more.

“That’s why I’m here Y/n, so I can fix them.” Jaemin told.

He hums as he was looking for the items, explaining what he bought you. “I didn’t know what you wanted so i got everything. I have pads here. Different type of chocolates and chips. I have pain reliever medicine for you to take after. I brought hot bottle for you, speaking of hot bottle I’ll go and make it for you now—.” He was rambling on about how he will help you and stuff, it was sickeningly sweet it makes you emotional all of the sudden.

He saw you sniffle and burst out a sob. Jaemin watches you cry for a bit before pulling you into another warm embrace as you ate chocolate with your salty tears running down fast. He whispers sweet nothings, saying how it will be okay and asking why you’re crying but honestly you do not know why you’re crying!

“You’re just…so sweet. I don’t deserve you.” You croak out to your boyfriend who gave you a soft smile watching you.

“Y/n as your boyfriend i will always take care of you. You deserve it because you’re my girlfriend.” He points out proudly before smooching the crown of your head with a big kiss. You smile watching him pull away.

“You want one?” You casually ask putting the chocolate in front of the boy’s lips, he leans down taking the last bite out of your hand as he noms loudly. “Not bad chocolate.” He beams.

“Now kiss me.” You quickly order watching your boyfriend pause as he heard you loud and clear. He comes closer to your face. Y/n closes her eyes waiting for his lips to touch hers, anticipating every second of it. When Jaemin finally kisses you, it brought the feelings of stomach cramps and body aches to vanish. It was as if Jaemin was the key to everything in your life.

The key for happiness. The key for everything that makes your life better. Jaemin saw you smile when he pulls away from the short loving kiss, caressing your cheeks and pushing the wet hair behind your ears.

He sighs. “I’ll get the hot bottle ready. We can put on a movie on as we lay down in bed. Sounds good?”

“Hmm…let’s watch Mean girls?” You raise your eyebrows and Jaemin nods, flashing you those adoring expressions you would always see him giving you at any moment of the day.

“Mean girls on a Wednesday night. We gotta wear pink y/n.” He points out earning a chuckle from you. He’s right. Wednesday is pink day.

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[mieux-de-se-taire]

Danger Days - Part 2

Save Yourself - one of my favorites from Danger Days, definitely my favorite Danger Days intro, that simple opening melody is just so perfect, and then the lyrics, god the lyrics, every single line fucks so hard, and they’re arguably some of the best Gerard ever wrote, this song is just everything distilled: the anger and resentment while still being catchy and fun, the raw cynicism paired with the will and determination to live and care for others, the martyr complex in full force with contemplations on legacy and immortality, the song is just screaming “I’ll die for you! I’ll die for you!”, as a fuck you to the media and those who commodified their suffering and the suffering of their fans, and as a promise to their fans, I’ll protect you, I’ll die for you, I’ll die for you, and isn’t that the message underlying all of Danger Days and Conventional Weapons, christ, and then how legacy is tied into it: “We’re never leaving this place alive / But if we sing these words we’ll never die”, “We can live forever if you’ve got the time”,  “This ain’t about all the friends you’ve made / but the graffiti they write on your grave”, when making and joining a band saved your life but then spiraled out of control and fame threatened to tear you apart again but the very thing that’s killing you is also your legacy and the reason you will never die because you will always be remembered and hated and loved, and what kills you keeps you alive, the poison is the cure, oh my god, I don’t know if any of this is coherent, I love this song so fucking much 

Scarecrow - on the surface one of the happier songs MCR ever wrote, but stupidly devastating when you really listen to the lyrics and learn about the context and deeper meaning, still such a bright, summery, comforting song, one of the most important Danger Days songs I would argue, especially the lyric “Love won’t stop this bomb” (3:07), which is one of the central themes on this record, and as a follow up to save yourself, the repetition of the idea that the end is inevitable and they’re going to die, but instead of anger, scarecrow is more about comfort, it feels like a love letter to their fans, the band still acting as martyrs but focusing more on the listener: “He burns my skin / Never mind about the shape I’m in / I’ll keep you safe tonight”, and knowing that love won’t change anything, but caring anyway, man, maybe Geoff Rickly is right

Summertime - a great transition from Scarecrow by keeping the cheerier sound but actually making it joyful through some truly tender and sweet lyrics, it’s so sappy, almost excessively so, but there’s something so pure and genuine about it, which I think is one of Gerard’s greatest strengths as a writer and a singer, to be able to write very simple lines that would otherwise sound cheesy and phony (think Famous Last Words “I am not afraid to keep on living / I am not afraid to walk this world alone”) but delivering them in way that feels so honest and resolute and making you believe everything they say, it’s also interesting how unabashedly positive it is considering the darkness and anger or bittersweet melancholy that seems to accompany joy everywhere else on this album, Summertime becomes a breath of fresh air

Destroya - completely unironically my favorite Danger Days song, actually the first I heard other than Na Na Na, it fucks so hard, I always have to sing along with the chorus, it’s just so infectious, and the drums, man, it’s one of the most aggressive and powerful sounding songs on the album, and there’s something hypnotically and subversively menacing about it, especially how it was performed live in 2022 with Gerard growling and screaming with demonic vocal distortion, it sounds like a kind of battle cry, which is part of why the extended moaning sections are such a bold and unique choice, but it works in a weird way, at least once you know to expect it (and it’s not live and Frank isn’t genuinely whimpered and groaning on stage sir this is an all ages show), it’s just so angry and weird and fucked up and incredible, and it has some of my all time favorite Danger Days lyrics like “If what you are / is just what you own / What have you become / when they take from you / almost everything?”, which is a brilliant line that ties into the themes of criticizing commodification and consumerism found on Conventional Weapons and Danger Days, also “You don’t believe in God / I don’t believe in luck / They don’t believe in us / But I believe we’re the enemy” is such a raw line, god it’s such a great song, fuck anyone who just reduces it to just the “horny” song 

Kids from Yesterday - probably of one the best songs on the album, especially how they performed it live in 2022 and 2023 with the extended outro (Ray Toro what the fuck is wrong with you this is devastating), it’s so bittersweet and nostalgic and just brimming with love, they always describe it as a song for themselves and you can really hear and see the joy and love among them when they perform it, while other songs feel like promises to the audience, Kids feels like a promise to each other, “I love you. I love you. I will always love you”, it’s so fucked up, “I’ll find you when the sun goes black”, unforgiveable, and it’s also interesting how they revisit legacy as a theme (”You only live forever in the lights you make” is one of my favorite lines in the entire album) and discuss many of the same struggles of fame as other songs, but do so in a far less angry way, it puts less focus on the band as a single entity to be exploited, revered, and hated and more focus on the individuals and how their legacy relates to them as people and their connections with one another, god, it’s just such a stunning song, wish I could listen to it more but I literally can’t handle it

Goodnite, Dr. Death - I really like the radio transmission at the beginning, but I usually skip this one because I don’t feel the need to listen to the American national anthem on the regular, especially not with the very painful (cool sounding, but painful) jumpscare at the end, that being said, it might be favorite of Dr. Death Defying’s interludes, because it’s much calmer and more muted, almost soothing, but disturbing at the same time with how casually death is warned against in an address to children, really adds to the world building, and “Even if you’re dusted, you may be gone, but out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you” is such a cool line

Vampire Money - so fucking funny, I don’t even know what to say, the iconic roll call intro and countdown followed immediately by the deeply poetic line “We came to fuck”, the fact that it was changed to “We came to suck” in the clean version, the fact that Frank says “Oh I’m there baby” sounding like he’s talking about sex rather than playing music, which he has never once (at least to my knowledge) properly said live and even refuses to acknowledge, the way the whole song is making fun of how people latched onto and then commodified their vampire symbolism and aesthetic early on, and specifically being asked to write a song for the twilight movies, god, I love how they’re so aware of and continuously willing to poke fun at how they’ve been portrayed and perceived over the years, and I also love how malleable this song is live, changing lyrics in little ways every time they perform it, another great example of Danger Days songs being best live

#mcr #my chemical romance #danger days #album review #save yourself i'll hold them back #scarecrow #s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w #summertime #destroya #the kids from yesterday #goodnite dr death #vampire money

[angelosearch]

I saw someone do this in another fandom and I had to try because... these are things I think about anyway. So...

What would Final Fantasy VIII characters' Spotify Wrappeds look like?

Squall - This year is the first year Squall has a Wrapped. He didn't listen much before, but somehow, after meeting Rinoa, music just started to make sense. Still, his taste is mostly emo-boy rock. Linkin Park, blink-182, and Paramore are a few of his favorites. There is this one acoustic song that makes him think about Rinoa that he's listened to more than anything else... He doesn't share his Wrapped with anyone, but, of course, Rinoa was able to steal his phone to take a look.

Top Song - Even Now (Acoustic) by Dashboard Confessional

Rinoa - Rinoa loves high-energy music that she can dance to. Kpop, Pop, and pop that yearns to be disco. Sparklely music. Her top artists include BLACKPINK, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Dua Lipa. But her top song ended up being "Steal the Show" by Lauv. She just couldn't stop listening to it after she heard the "I'll be waiting for you" line. 

Top Song - Steal the Show by Lauv

Zell - Zell mainly listens to music when he is working out, so he sticks to stuff that is loud, fast, and motivating. He is not opposed to pop but definitely leans more to the rock side of things, with some of his top artists being The Killers, Artic Monkeys, Fall Out Boy, and even Olivia Rodrigo on occasion. His favorite band to box to by far is Dragon Force. Their tempo is perfect for it.

Top Song - My Heart will Go On by Dragon Force

Quistis - Quistis listens to more podcasts than music. However, when she does listen to music, her taste is genre-defying and very specifc. Wetleg, Bloom Twins, Rubblebucket, and girl in red are some of her top artists. She also loved the song "You'd Be Stars" by Sydney Rose. But, "Hot Shame" was such an earworm it took first place this year.

Top Song - Hot Shame by FIGHTMASTER

Selphie - Every year, Selphie's Wrapped surprises everyone. Last year it was filled with belting pop divas. The year before that, it was almost entirely metal. This year, Selphie enjoyed bopping around to Hip Hop and Rap. Juice WRLD, Lil Nas X, and Eminem dominated her Wrapped. When asked about the darkness of some of her top song's lyrics, she said, "It's fun! Like a picnic!"

Top Song - TALES OF DOMINICA by Lil Nas X

Irvine - Irvine is embarrassed to share his Wrapped. He was hoping his manly country music and classic rock would show up, but nostalgic moods led to a top five full quieter indie artists. He listened to a lot of "long-haired magic mushroom men" like Hoizer and Noah Khan. 

Top Song - Jackie and Wilson by Hoizer

Laguna - Always the cheeseball, Laguna spent a lot of time jamming out to his early-2000s soft "rock": Maroon 5, Coldplay, John Mayer, Rob Thomas and the like. But in the latter half of the year, he and Ellone started having movie nights, and the soundtracks infiltrated his Wrapped. The movies always seem to have particular themes... so "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and "Journey to the Past" both made it on his top five. 

Top Song - Journey to the Past by Christy Altomare (Anastasia)

BONUS: Cat's in the Cradle is on Laguna's top five songs as well. He keeps sending it to Squall and... well, it has 0 listens in Squall's Spotify.

#I can't believe I wrote this #Probably will delete this in the morning #but it was fun to think about #ff8 #spotify wrapped #this is almost as cringe as my squinoa playlist... #squall x rinoa #squinoa #occult fan ii content

[thewarriorspecial]

And uh here’s the johnkyle I just can’t quite get into. I dunno. Probably gonna shelve this until I get a better direction for it.

John’s perfect posture belied the boredom wriggling through his body. This entire meeting could’ve been an email. The ring on his finger provided better intel at the speed of light. John already knew he’d be put into a leadership position and he had already identified a more efficient approach which would negate everything Batman was telling the League from his tall chair at his end of the table.

As a polite man, John didn’t interrupt. Moments like these he wished he had Gardner’s more direct approach to Batman’s plans.

Batman’s Batplans. Na na na na na na na Batplans. Batplans.

John smiled to himself and let his mind wander.

As a perpetual Titan there wasn’t a seat for Kyle at the table. The younger man shifted his weight where he leaned on one of the massive window arches nearby. As a perpetual Titan he also didn’t get a say in anything and was really just here because he was still asleep in John’s bed when the “emergency” meeting had been called.

Which was fine because the closer Kyle was the less John had to travel to get back to what he’d rather be doing.

Kyles uniform fit like a second skin. And that was odd because John knew Kyle had nothing but baggy tie dyed pants on when they left.

He had heard Kyles excited shout when the smaller man had dug John’s old pants out of the dresser and started hauling them on without asking.

“These are awesome!!” Kyles eyes shone so bright that John was unbothered by the phrase which was Future Kyle’s unconscious way of apologizing for never giving them back. They looked better on Kyle anyways.

They’d look even better on the floor somewhere.

John knew where all of the cameras were around the Watchtower. More importantly he knew where the blind spots were. Perfect little places where he could get Kyle alone for a few minutes. Just little secret corners, he thought as Batman’s monotone carried on. Little fuck cubbies. A tiny smile lifted the corners of Johns full lips.

He could shove Kyle into one of those corners, push those thin pants that his nothing right out of his way and—

Oh. Uh oh. Everyone’s looking at John expectantly. Uh oh.

He searched his mind for the last discernible syllables that had made it into his brain.

Something something brainiac. Something blah blah space, blah Green Lantern, something long range blah blah.

That’s right, I was a sniper. They want me to shoot at Brainiac from space because I can fly. Time to drop the bad news that the plan is bad and he had a better idea.

John stands up, acknowledges Batman’s thorough planning and pitches his idea instead.

The faces of the heroes gathered at the table are all frozen in an expression between confusion and shock.

John nodded slowly. He’d floored them with his plan.

“John, I —“ Batman started “—greatly appreciate all of your input with the last Brainiac incursion and I recognize how much you think about the leagues security…”

“But?”

“But…we are just washing and reinforcing the windows.”

“Rigjt,” John kept his face steady and stoic though he was aflame with embarrassment, “Um. My bad, chief. Haven’t been sleeping well.” John made a fuss of shuffling his chair into a batter position. “Thank you all for your time and carry on.” He added a nod and a little wave to signal that he was done and it was okay to stop looking at him now.

Surely finger guns would’ve been too much?

Kyle snickered and finally everyone looked away from John.

Great. Now everyone knows they’re sleeping together.

Can’t people just mind their own business and utilize emails and eliminate all meetings forever?

#johnkyle #why won’t my brain just let me write them fuckin sloppy style #I know they’re cute brain I know #let em fuck lol

[rrinsluvr]

lowkey! seven— bbf + (not rlly) gbf = drama

Today was supposed to be a perfect day for a date and it was, you and kazuha went shopping for maki’s needs. Currently you were at your favorite cafe and was simply enjoying your date, until you spotted a certain dark haired girl enter inside that made you almost spit out your drink.

“zuha, wag kang lumingon sa likod.” you cautiously said. “ha? bakit?” he questioned as he took a bite of his cake, you glanced at the girl again and noticed her coming near “shet, kazuha pupunta muna ako sa cr ah” and with that, you rushed away from your boyfriend taking your bag with you.

yunjin finally spotted the man she was looking for, but she couldn’t help but notice the figure who ran away from his table. “zuha!” she happily called. kazuha could recognize that irritating voice anywhere ‘kaya pala bigla siyang umalis’ he thought with a sigh. “hello” he curtly replied as he turned to yunjin. “I thought sa watatsumi ka pupunta ngayon?” she pouted. “something came up” he retorted immediately. “oh, then we can spend time together now!!” she cheered, making everyone in the cafe look at them. “diba sabi ko something came up? busy ako ngayon”

“well, matagal ba yung gagawin mo? aantayin na lang kita and sino yung kasama mo dito kanina?” kazuha froze at her statement but quickly found a way out of the situation “kaibigan ko ‘yon, nagkasalubong lang kami dito.” yunjin’s smile widened at his answer “oh. ‘buti na lang kaibigan mo lang, kala ko naman you went on a date with that person eh” she chuckled “and she doesn’t seem like someone you would like” kazuha slammed his drink on the table, failing to hide his irritation “yunjin di mo ‘ko kilala, so you don’t have any right to say if someone was my type or not.”

“sure ka ba na kaibigan mo lang siya? bakit ganyan ka kung mag-react..” she curiously asked as she leaned in closer. “sure ako, kaibigan ko lang siya and nothing more” and with that he quickly went out of the cafe leaving an unconvinced yunjin to sit and think.

and there you were still hiding in the bathroom. you heard every single bit of their conversation, but somehow you feel uneasy. you were used to it— used to him denying that you were together. so why? why did you feel your stomach churn when he told yunjin you were nothing more than friends?

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hi haha.. it’s been saur long since ung last update anyways umorder aq ng twice bp nd itzy albums😋

ignore nyo na magkakaiba damit nila sa posr

ang galing q dba, sept 2 q sinimulan chapter ngayon lang natapos🤯🤯

gusto nyo ba ng server para d2??

anyways take note na ung mga written chap is english ung narration and tagalog dialogue!! kase hirap po aq mag narrate in tagalog………..

eto na nga po, foreshadowing is real

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin impact angst #kazuha #genshin kazuha #filo smau #genshin filo smau #kazuha smau #kaedehera kazuha #kazuha fluff #kazuha angst #xiao #genshin xiao #yunjin #genshin yunjin

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

Let Me Help You

So I got this idea from a Golden Girl episode where Rose (RIP Betty White) is addicted to pain killers and the girls stay up with her throughout the night. 

This is the first thing I've written where it literally feels like a bunch of "and thens" but I already went through all the trouble of editing and posting.

Warnings: Smut and mention of drug use/addiction

Tagging @plainlo-inthemorning and @everythingbutresolved

“The bishop may move as many squares diagonally as you wish, so long as it is not blocked by another piece."

"I heard what you said but it doesn't make any sense" you snapped feeling instantly guilty for doing so. Letting out a quiet grunt you all but slammed your elbow on the table and buried your hands in your hair. This wasn't working and you were only 2 hours in.

You just have to make it until the morning.

"What's troubling you, my child?"

Father Paul asked as he sat down next to you at the end of the only pier in Crockett Island. How he came to find you in that particular spot had surprised you. Especially because you went there to be left alone. If you truly had to guess you’d guess it was Struge. The man looked burly and intimidating but was a devout follower and a regular at St Patrick's. He probably alerted the local priest as he watched you make your way to the pier, by yourself, for the 8 consecutive day. Though such an act can be seen as a healthy, daily routine, you were sure it was the staying for hours on in that had brought the most attention to you. Knowing very little about Father Paul you were hesitant to speak, even if deep down you were appreciative of someone lending their ear and knowing they wouldn’t cast judgement.

"Have you ever...struggled...with something and people look down on you for it? You eventually asked.

Father Paul thought for a moment before he spoke. "Maybe they aren't looking down on you. Maybe they are just worried."

"Even if it's not hurting anyone?"

"It could be hurting you." Father Paul replied, his gaze still fixed forward, onto the water when you turned your head to look at him.

"Yea well I don't think that's an issue."

That day he'd offered to have NA meetings with you. Although he wasn't sure what all went into them he could easily find out. Plus, he was already doing AA meetings with Reilly and surely it couldn't be much different. At the time you scoffed at the idea, because unlike Reilly you hadn't done anything to affect others life and you figured it was just your paranoia that made you feel like you were drawing people’s attention to your 'habit'. Although, your lethargic speech and lopsided smiles were surely enough to draw some suspicion.

When you heard his second idea you thought it was more absurd then the first. He had suggested that you could stay over for a night. Being at the rectory would offer you less temptations than your home and would be strictly used to keep an eye on you. The small space would give the perfect opportunity to speak with him while distracting yourself from the outside world.

"I don't do the Bible thing. I'm mad at a-lot of people in my life and he is at the top of the list."

Father Paul nodded in genuine understanding and made a mental note to come back to that on a different day. He continued to intently look at you, waiting patiently to hear, what you were now sure he knew, was another excuse.

Why you agreed to any of it was currently, completely last on you. Two hours into what was to be the longest night of your life and your withdrawal symptoms had already started before you knocked on his door. Paul promised you that you would just have to make it through the night and after that everything would be downhill.

Bouncing your knee up and down under the table you finally looked up to see Father Paul looking at you in sympathy.

"We can do something else if you'd like.

How was he being this calm?

You had chills, body aches and an irritation level that was through the roof. You had offered him nothing but impatience and anger since you arrived, even being downright crass. Yet he sat by waiting attentively. Willing to do whatever he could to help.

Your chair made a loud scraping noise against the wooden floor as you quickly stood up.

"I can't do this...I mean I'm fine really. I gave you my medication so I'm just going to go home."

As you headed for the front door Father Paul spoke. "You know if you leave this will never stop."

You knew he was right, but that fact wouldn't help your discomfort end any sooner. Turning the brass doorknob Paul spoke again, this time his voice was more assertive.

"Y/n"

Father Paul hadn't known what came over him in that moment, but he did know he promised that he would help you and he was going to make sure he followed through.

"I want you to go sit down on the couch."

You had every chance to turn the doorknob, step outside and make your marry way back to your home but there was something about Paul's sudden change in demeanor that transfixed you to your spot.

Your eyes never left each other as Father Paul stood by the small table and watched you take your seat. Walking over to stand in front of you he made sure that he had your full attention.

"I told you I'd help you. So please...Let me help you."

Although his voice and demeanor had changed to something softer now there was a darkness that looked to be clawing its way forth. Father Paul sat down to the right of you, his knees touching yours. Taking his right hand, he gently caressed your cheek and turned your head to face him.

"I think I know what you need. What you really need, but I want to hear you say the words"

The man constant change of demeanor was starting to severally confuse you, yet you knew exactly what he was asking. You hadn’t had the energy to weigh the pros and cons, but since he told you to stay, you hadn't thought once about any of your withdrawal symptoms.

Opening your dry lips, you softly said "I want you to help me, Father."

It was eerily quiet before Father Paul let out a relieved sigh, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

Opening your mouth to grant him access, your tongues danced together as his frenzied hands worked to find the bottom of your shirt when he abruptly stopped. Looking over the couch he gestured to his bedroom.

"Let's make you more comfortable."

You followed him to the room where all you could hear was your own heartbeat. He stopped and stood next to his patchwork covered bed, his hand reaching out for yours.

"Lay down for me, will you? I'm going to take all of your pain away." He whispered against your ear sending a shiver up your spine. Slowly following his command, you awkwardly laid in the middle of the bed. You watched in complete aw as Father Paul remove his clerical collar while deft fingers undid each button on his black shirt. Tugging the bottom out from under where he kept it tucked in his jeans, he pulled at his cuffs to remove it from his arms and off his body. His mahogany brown eyes were now blow wide lust, something of which you had never seen before.

"Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin."

The bed dipped as he placed one knee on the right side of your body, swinging the other over you and straddling your upper thighs. His large frame on top of making you feel caged in, but only in the most wonderful way. His lips collided with yours again, becoming madly intoxicating as you wondered how many times he's done this before. Trailing his lips from your mouth to your neck, Father Paul used a finger to pull down your shirts collar so he could run his mouth over the smooth skin of your clavicle.

"Let's get this out of the way, hmm."

It hadn't been a question; however, you weren’t sure you would be able to answer him regardless.

Father Paul all but ripped the thin material of your shirt up and off your body before sitting back and studying you. His features now looked animalistic, a predator waiting to jump on his prey. All signs of the faithful, caring man were now long gone. Running both hands up your torso his thumbs traced the outline of your rib cage before reaching behind you to undo your bra. Even though you still wore your tattered jeans you now felt so exposed.

Moving down to your legs he made quick work of your button and zipper, sliding off your pants. Bringing his focus back to your face his brows furrowed. While he had been distracted with your lower half, you'd covered your breast with your left forearm and hand.

"There is no need to hide yourself. You are absolutely perfect as you are." Father Paul's tone was soft and genuine leaving no room for you to feel like he was lying. As you hesitantly removed your arm, he lowered himself over your chest and ran his tongue over one of your peaked nipples.

A low moan crawled out from your throat as your back shot up from the mattress and you arched your body into his. Lifting his head Father Paul palmed your other breast, softly tugging and rolling the other harden nipple between his fingers. The way you were writher underneath him was something he hoped he would always remember.

"You're so responsive for me y/n"

Moving back up to your lips Father Paul began to undo his belt, the metallic jiggle of the material setting your core on fire. You reached down to cup the erection that sat painfully confined behind his jeans when he pulled away from you again and slowly shook his head. "This is not about me. I want you to lay back and let me take care of you." Paul hadn't missed the slight look of disappointment that covered you face.

Wasting no time, he ran a finger over the cotton materiel that covered the junction of your legs causing you to let out a gasp.

"Is that it?

He sounded as if he was fighting a battle inside his head. A side wanting to completely destroy you and the other wanting nothing but to make you truly feel loved.

Removing your last article of clothing Father Paul's long fingers exploded your fold. "So wet too" he all but growled working the pads of his fingers over your sensitive bud. Very few words were needed as he went off your body’s reactions of each touch. Using two fingers he circled your opening before working them inside and setting a gentle pace. You weren't sure if it was the care Father Paul was putting into his ministrations or if he was just finding the perfect spot, but you were beginning to come undone and fast.

"I can feel you holding back, just let go" he whispered while speeding up his movements. Your hips bucked on their own accord and your body convulsed with a loud cry that was ripped from you.

"I know, Angel." Paul soothed as he slowed his fingers. Riding you through your high he then pulled his fingers from you and gave you another fervent kiss. Sitting back on his knees, frantic hands undid his jeans button and zipper, hastily pulling them and his briefs down to his lower thigh. The sheer size of him had caught you off guard but you hadn't had time to stare for he was laying back down between your legs.

Resting a hand on the side of your head Paul used his other to caress your cheek. "Are you ready?" Biting your lip, you eagerly shook your head as you watched him trail his hand down your body and grab his shaft. With one swift thrust of his hips, he had buried himself to the hilt as his body began to tremble.

"Is this, ok? It's not too much is it?" He rushed as he opened his eyes to intently search yours.

"I'm ok...please...don’t stop."

There was something that switched in him again as his facial expression intensified. When he finally moved, he drew his hips back and slammed them into you. His movements were fast and rough and the grunt that fell from his lips were turning into growls. The bed creaked with every harsh contact of your hips, sending you inching up the mattress. His touches felt like they were everywhere all at once. Grabbing ahold of his back, you felt his muscles flex divinely under your hands.

"I’m close" he uttered almost embarrassingly, his lips leaving yours only long enough to speak. You hadn’t expected for him to last long in the beginning, and you wanted to let him know that it was ok. Taking both of your legs you wrapped them around his hips using your calves to push him further into your heat. It only took 3 more thrust after that before he came with a guttural moan, his hips coming to a stuttering stop.

There were many things that happened that night that you've never experienced before however, the way Father Paul looked into your eyes at that exact moment, was an experience that you were positive, you would never get anywhere else. Father Paul collapsed down beside you and pulled you to his chest. The fast beating of his heart was all you cared to listen to as you both tried to catch your breath. He had returned to his gentle nature, combing your hair out of your forehead and behind your ear. Rubbing the arm you slung over his stomach he let out a quiet single laugh.

"Hmm?" You hummed basking in the aftermath bliss.

"Look out the window," he whispered into your hair. As you lifted your head, a smile covered your lips. Just past the little 4 pane window with the small white curtains that hung above, you could see the sun rising from behind the clouds.

You had made it and he helped you every step of the way

#hamish linklater #midnight mass #father paul #father pruitt #monsignor pruitt