#am away from the laptop for a bit but will do these and replies later

[pitchsidestories]

the law of attraction II Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1880

a/n: hi, it's based off this lovely request here. On a different note, how adorable are Ingrid and Mapi in that gif ?! ❤️

“Here comes our little genius, girls.”, Mapi told her teammates proudly while you walked towards the injured defender. Their curious glances made your face turn hot.

“Maria, we’re the same height, so stop calling me little!”, you playfully rolled her eyes at her.

“Sure.”, she shook her head in amusement.

“Girls.”, Ingrid intervened smiling.

“Ingrid, hi.”, you greeted her, happy to see the Norwegian again.

“Hi. Nice to see you.”, the dark-haired woman responded, wrapping her arms around you for a hug.

“Great to see you too. Also watching you two at training is something different than Uni.”, you mumbled thankfully into her embrace.

The weight of the library books in your rucksack reminded you of what you’ve been doing the whole day. Spending too much time in front of your laptop without successfully coming closer to solving the mathematical issue you’ve been working on.

“She’s getting some distraction from a math problem.”, Mapi explained to the fellow footballers with a smug grin on her lips.

“Yes, maybe the distraction helps me to solve it later.”, you replied in a hopeful tone.  

“Worth a try.”, Ingrid nodded.

“Exactly.”

“Such a smart ass.”, the tattooed Spaniard teased you.

“Maria.”, the Scandinavian scolded the older woman before she continued beaming at you, maybe we can all grab some food together after training?”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”, you answered happily, you could really need a distraction and being in your friend’s apartment with Bagheera who loved to cuddle with you sounded delightful in your ears.

“Math nerd, it’s time for the beauties to get to work.”, Alexia reminded the three of you winking.

“I’m not keeping them from it.”, you pointed out laughing.

To her captain the defender said slightly annoyed:” Yeah, yeah, we’re coming.”

On their way to the training pitch, Marta remarked:” I mean you two have a personal supporter here so you should be motivated.”

“She's probably calculating some stuff in her head instead of watching.”, Mapi commented with a smirk.

Ingrid agreed: “As usual but she looks adorable while doing so.”

“Yeah, she does.”

Both of them watched on as you stared into space, too occupied with the equations in front of your inner eye.

Alexia shot her two teammates a suspicious look and teased: “One could almost think you two are in love with her.”

Mapi laughed nonchalantly: “Oh, please.”

“We're not.”, Ingrid protested, a pinkish hue appeared on her cheeks as she jogged off to warm up.

Alexia followed closely: “Just focus on training.”

“I am focused.”, Ingrid said.

The team captain looked over her shoulder at Mapi with a raised eyebrow: “I mean both of you.”

“Ale!”

She shrugged Mapis complaint away: “I just want to train.

Right after training, you found yourself at Mapis and Ingrids apartment. The takeaway you picked up on your way back filled the kitchen with a delicious smell of freshly cooked Thai food. You gathered around the kitchen table as Mapi started to set the table.

“You girls did so well.”, you remarked as you opened the styrofoam boxes, eyeing the food.

Mapi chuckled: “It was just a training session… or did you mean picking the food?”

“The food actually.”, you grinned, cheekily stealing a fork full.

“Of course, we're great at that.”, Mapi replied.

You started to spoon some food onto your plate and smiled: “Trainingwise, you both seemed a bit distracted.”

“Distracted?”, Ingrid echoed, almost dropping her fork in surprise.

“Yes.”

Her girlfriend swiftly changed the topic: “Tell us instead if there's someone distracting you from doing too much uni stuff.”

“No, no time for that. Besides you two do that already.”, you answered truthfully.

The norwegian blinked at you innocently: “We're not doing anything.”

“Right, we only invite you over for dinner or games.”, Mapi nodded.

“See?”, you only asked, the couple clearly already made the point for you.

Mapi gave you an unimpressed look and said around a mouthful of food: “You could just say no.”

“Yes, but I like going.”, you had to admit.

“And you can't work on your uni stuff all day round.”, Ingrid joined in.

“Exactly.”

You sighed. It was charming that they worried about you but in the end, you had chosen this career path and you loved what you did.

“It's kind of my job…”

“Yes, and we're so proud of you.”, Ingrid said, carefully reaching across the table to take your hand in hers.

You took a deep breath before confessing:” Thanks. It just gets lonely at times. Sometimes I want to have a relationship but then I again, I don’t think I would have time for that.”

“You know we’re always here for you, right?”, Mapi asked you in a cautiously tone.

You shot her a grateful glance: “I do, and I appreciate that.”

“You know, I think there might be a solution for this.”, the Spanish defender begun.

“You do?”, you lifted an eyebrow curiously at her.

Turning her head to face the Norwegian, Mapi continued:” I think Ingrid is thinking the same.”

“I am.”, her girlfriend nodded earnestly.

Confused you looked between the football players:” What are you talking about?”

“Tell her, Mapi.”, Ingrid urged the Spanish woman to keep talking.

“We could provide the relationship stuff for you while you focus on your studies.”, the defender suggested.

“Wait.. are you saying..? You must be joking.”, you responded, the surprise clearly written all over your face.

“No, we’re serios, y/n.”, Mapi reassured you.

“We both want to be with you.”, Ingrid emphasized the previous words of her girlfriend.

“I thought I was the only one with the crush.”, you replied still shocked by the offer of your friends.

“Oh dear, you might be very book smart, but..”, the defender smirked.

“But not when it comes to girls.”, the Norwegian ended the sentence of the older woman equally amused.

“The laws of attraction.”, Mapi hummed.

“That’s something they don’t teach in University.”, you answered, running one hand nervously through your open hair.

“No worries, we can teach you that like you taught me math at school all those years ago.”, the defender promised in a soothingly voice.

“I think I would like that.”, you declared smiling.

“So would be.”, Ingrid grinned satisfied.

“I can’t believe that.”, you giggled in disbelief.

“You better start believing.”, Mapi said.

“She’s a mathematician, she probably needs proof, Mapi.”, the dark-haired woman reminded the older player.

The Spanish defender mumbled:” Good point.” She was the first to kiss you, Ingrid followed swiftly. Both kisses tasted like the start of something new and exciting.

“What do you think? Enough proof?”, the Scandinavian midfielder gave you a challenging look.

“Yes, I think that was enough to make me believe that you were serious about this.”, you responded with a shy smile on your lips.

“That’s what we wanted to hear.”, Mapi commented beaming.

It took you some time to get used to a new relationship but a few weeks in, you could confirm that you felt happy and safe with your two girlfriends. So, of course you were a tiny bit sad when they left for the Champions League semifinal in London while you had to stay in Barcelona and work on your thesis… Or at least that was you told them.

Ingrid stood on the perfect green grass at Stamford Bridge right before warm-up. She watched the stadium slowly fill through a curtain of rain.

With a soft sigh, she said: “It's sad that y/n couldn't come with us to London, Mapi…”

“Maybe she can join us for the final if she isn't too busy.”, the injured defender shrugged.

“I mean it's in Spain which might make it easier for her.”

“That would be great.”, Mapi agreed.

A sudden grin appeared on Ingrids face as she pointed over towards the away fans. A red and blue flag had caught her attention. “Oh look, someone in the stands has the same flag as you, Mapi.”

As Mapi followed her gaze, Ingrids jaw dropped in shock: “Wait, is that y/n?”

From your place in the stands, you had no idea what your girlfriends said but the way their faces went from shock to lighting up with excitement told you everything you needed to know.

“There's no way!”, Mapi exclaimed.

“That little bi-…”, Ingrid started but was quickly interrupted by Marta who nodded in Vickys and Salmas direction. “Ingrid, not in front of the children!”

“Sorry.”, the Norwegian laughed before pulling Mapi with her towards the stands.

Laughing, you waved your Barcelona flag as they came to a stop in front of you: “Hi Ingrid, Mapi.”

“What are you doing here?!“, Mapi asked, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek.

You shrugged: “Surprising you girls.”

“You said you were too busy!”, Ingrid pouted.

“And I was busy but one of my fellow students reminded me that you only live once, so…” You gestured around the stadium with an innocent smile.

Mapi shook her head: “Why do you listen to them but not to us?”

“It's a scientific fact that we only have one life…”

She did not let you finish and instead rolled her eyes: “I can't with you nerd.”

“Me neither but I'm really glad you’re here.”, Ingrid smiled at you.

You grinned: “You're welcome.”

“You'll be our lucky charm.”, the defender winked and you could feel the blood rushing into your cheeks.

“Hope it works.”

Ingrid gave you a quick kiss: “See you after the match.”

“Have fun but win this.”, you called after her as she hurried away to warm up with the rest of the team.

Over her shoulder, she replied: “With Mapi and you we should be able to.”

“Ready, Mapi?”, you asked the Spanish defender smirking.

She took your hand in hers, replying confidently: ”Ready.”

“I can’t wait.”, you exclaimed as they started playing the hymn of the women’s champions league.

Despite the rain the team of your girlfriends were eager to win this and Mapi and you tried your best to support them from the stands. After the match ended in a 2:0 for Barcelona, your friend cheered:”Y/n, we won!”

“Ingrid was amazing, right?”, you wanted to know from her, your eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes, she was.”, Mapi grinned at you. Both of you were too caught up in your bliss, so you didn’t saw the Norwegian coming.

“Hey!”, she greeted you, mirroring your bright smiles.

“You were so great, Ingrid.”, you told her proudly.

“Thanks.”, Ingrid responded.

“We’re so proud of you.”, Mapi mumbled while wrapping her arms around the taller woman who lifted her up easily in their hug.

“You were amazing support.”, the younger player declared.

The Spanish defender who was pulling you into the group huddle announced with a cheeky grin:” That means you’ve to come to the final too.”

“I do?”, you questioned amused.

“Yes, absolutely, you can’t say no.”, Ingrid tuned in.

“I’ll see if I can make it happen.”

“We’ll count that as a yes.”, Mapi winked at you before kissing first the Norwegians cheek than yours.

And indeed, you were able to come to the Champions League final much to the happiness of your girlfriends. The law of attraction didn’t allow anything else. Love has won before any of the teams graced the pitch.

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[muchosbesitos]

friends with benefits

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

warnings: protected p in v, doggy, mating press, missionary(if you squint i guess 🥸), overall smut lol

author’s note: thank you for all the support on “eres mía” <33. it was more than i could’ve imagined for my first fic and i hope you enjoy :))

word count: 1644 🫡

You and Miguel had an arrangement of sorts, he would call you whenever he felt horny and you would show up to satisfy those needs. Every time. The arrangement had been working out perfectly for the most part, except for one little problem. You were starting to catch feelings for the cold, distant man with every sweet caress he would give you and every sweet whisper on your skin after you two had finished.

Miguelito: Hola chiquita, can you come over tonight? (little one)

recieved 2:04 am

Your phone vibrated on your nightstand at two in the morning, waking you up as the words flashed brightly on the screen. You rubbed your eyes, still half asleep, as you read the text message, seeing the previous messages of its nature taunting you through the screen. You wanted to say no, wanted to resist the temptation, but a part of you couldn't stand to reject the feeling of being wanted at least for an hour. You wanted him and were willing to take anything that he would give you, even if that was only sex requests after 12 am.

you: i'll be right over

sent 2:05 am

You got up from your bed, not bothering to fix your blankets since you knew that they would be your comfort after you and Miguel finished. You walked into the bathroom, taking note of your tired expression before starting to brush your teeth, your mind wandering off to Miguel. You got in the bath, scrubbing yourself clean and shaving, wanting to appear the best for Miguel even though you were pretty sure he wouldn't notice otherwise. After about 15 minutes of obsessing how good your skin would smell underneath him, you settled on putting something easy to take off.

Half an hour later, you knocked on the door and waited outside, tapping your foot anxiously. Miguel answered the door a few seconds later, the grey sweatpants he had on not doing any justice to the pitter patter of your heart. You glanced up, noticing the glasses on the bridge of his nose and his furrowed brows, almost impatient that you took so long to get here. "Come in," he said after a couple of seconds of silence, stepping back to let you in. You walked inside the apartment, taking your shoes off as courtesy before walking over to the sofa where you saw his laptop and a couple papers scattered around. "Long night?" You asked, hoping to make some conversation before you got down to it. "Sí, pero no vienes por eso, hermosa," he replied, his voice dropping about two octaves as he picked up his work stuff. (Yes, but you're not here for that beautiful)

He leaned over, entrapping your body between his and the sofa as he slowly began kissing your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access, your hands entangling in his hair as he nibbled on the skin, wanting to mark you as his despite the current situation. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, his lips only leaving so he could take it off. His eyes darkened a bit as he noticed your lack of a bra, his mouth instantly attaching to one of your nipples, his tongue eager to taste you. One of his hands went up to the other breast, playing with it as he pinched it with his thumb and pointer finger, and soon enough, both of those switching places. He looked up at you as he sucked on your nipple, your hands pulling on his hair gently.

He pulled away from your breasts, kissing down your stomach as his hands worked on removing your panties, tossing them to the side. He kissed your thighs, gently nibbling on them as he looked up at you, getting fed off of your reactions. His mouth inched closer to where you needed him most, leaving a chaste kiss on top of your pussy before his fingers started rubbing on your folds. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue running up and down your folds before going inside of your weeping hole, the squelching noises making you cringe a bit in embarrassment. He looked up at you as he continued his assault on your pussy, placing your legs on his shoulders to get better access. "Tan mojadita y solo para mi," he murmured, his tongue on your clit as his fingers replace his mouth, pumping in and out of you slowly. Your back arched from the couch, practically grinding up against his mouth as he worked you into an orgasm, your hands tightly intertwined in his hair. "S-so good, Mig!" You moaned out as you felt yourself release against his fingers, glancing down as you watched him start to lick it up. (So wet and just for me)

All the sleepiness from earlier quickly dissipated as you watched him take his sweats off, his tip an angry red leaking with precum down the side. He always did say he ate you out for his pleasure and not yours. You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as you gave it a tentative lick, watching his eyes turn a darker shade of red with your teasing. You gave him a few more kitten licks, driving him towards the edge before wrapping your mouth around his tip, your hand wrapped around his length as you stroked. He grabbed his cock from you, slapping your cheeks with it and slathering his precum on your face, enjoying the way you looked under him. He let out a couple whimpers, his hand on the back of your head as he guided you deeper, giving you praises as you did. "Que princesita tan buena para mi," he murmured, watching as you took his entire length in his mouth. He held your head down, watching the tears falling down your cheeks as you struggled to take him in wholly. He held your head in place as he started to thrust his hips, watching the bulge on your throat become more prominent. (What a good princess for me)

"Que boquita lo mas de linda," he moaned out as he felt himself coming closer to the edge, using your mouth to his pleasure. He released in your mouth as he felt your hands playing with his balls, cupping them in your hands, the salty release hitting the back of your throat before you swallowed it. You licked the corner of your mouth, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. He picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his head dropped down to your neck, nipping at the skin and kissing it while he walked to his bedroom. He tossed you on the bed, grabbing a condom off the bedstand, kissing down from your neck to your stomach. He gave himself a pump before putting the condom in, sliding his cock in slowly to get you adjusted. He watched your every reaction, your face contorted between a mix of pleasure and temporary pain as he pushed in deeper when your walls welcomed him in. (What a pretty little mouth)

He began a slow pace, slowly thrusting his hips in and out of you as he gripped the headboard above you with one hand. You watched his upper arms flexing as he held the headboard, feeling yourself grow more aroused at the scene unfolding in front of you. You started to move your hips against his once you felt comfortable with having him inside, his pace starting to increase. He grabbed your legs, putting them on his shoulders as he started to thrust faster, watching your brows furrow and the way your mouth opened into a "o" shape. "Coño tan perfecto y solo para mi," he murmured into your skin as he thrusted in deeper and faster. Your hands held onto the bedsheets tightly, taking in every word he was saying as you moaned out his name. "M-Miguel!" You moaned out, feeling yourself come to your climax, your knuckles turning ghost white from how hard you were gripping the bedsheets. (Pussy so perfect and just for me)

He flipped you over, getting you on all fours and sliding in with ease, his hands holding your waist tightly. He started thrusting in slowly, watching as you buried your face into the pillow to muffle your sounds. He started to move faster against you, wanting to hear you practically scream his name and you complied, your moans echoing throughout the room and your hands gripping the sheets underneath tightly. He pulled your hair with one hand, his hand still tightly gripping your hip as he thrusted in deeper inside of you, practically reaching your cervix. He let out a moan as he bent over, pressing his mouth to your shoulder, his fangs gently digging in as he bit down. Miguel felt your walls squeezing around him, the hand that was in your hair traveling down to your clit as he started rubbing circles. You released against him, your juices soaking him as he let out a small moan, thrusting in quickly while he felt himself creeping closer to that edge. He came into the condom, filling it up and took a couple seconds before pulling his softening cock out.

You took a couple seconds to gain your composure once more before getting up from his bed, walking over to the restroom to pee. You let out a small breath as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and getting dressed, taking notice of the small hickeys littered around your neck and the bruises forming on your hips from how hard he gripped. You finished up getting dressed, grabbing your car keys and phone from the bedstand, already knowing how most of this goes, and only stopping when Miguel clears his throat to speak up.

"I think we should end this, chiquitita."

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[doctorbitchcrxft]

Hook Man | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of religious trauma/parental abuse

Word Count: 4869

A/N: Guys. We hit a bit of a milestone earlier in the week. Just wanted to say in celebration that I am so beyond grateful for all of your love and support. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Giving big big kisses to all of you!!! Taglist is open!!

Edit: Hey.... I suck I forgot to add the taglist when I published. So sorry!!! fixed now!!!!

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You and Dean were sat at an outdoor cafe; coffee cups in hand. He was clacking away at his laptop while you wrote in your journal. You wrote your excerpt on the shapeshifter next to a drawing of Dean’s necklace.��

“Is that��?” Dean asked, pointing to your journal.

You nodded. 

“I didn’t know you could draw,” he said.

“No offense, lovebug, but you don’t know much of anything about me,” you retorted.

He scoffed. “Will you take the compliment and be quiet?”

“I didn’t hear a compliment,” you giggled. “Well, maybe in ‘Dean Winchester Land’ it was a compliment.”

“Oh, shut up,” he responded playfully. 

Sam hung up the payphone he was standing in and came back over to your table.

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, Francis,” Dean jabbed at his brother.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” you told him.

“So, anything?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam huffed. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Does fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.”

Sam looked disappointed.

“Check this out.” Dean turned his laptop around to you and Sam. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”

“Thank god, a short trip,” you sighed. 

“ ‘The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road,’ “ Sam read from the article.

“Keep reading.” Dean nodded at his laptop.

“ ‘Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.’ “

That last line caught your attention. “Could be something interesting.”

“Or it could be nothing at all,” Sam protested. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out,” Dean responded.

***

The one hundred mile drive concluded with the boys dropping you off at a sorority house. 

“Remind me why I have to play barbies for the week again?” you asked.

“Because this is Lori Sorensen’s sorority house; the witness from the killing,” Sam replied.

“Great,” you mumbled.

“Have fun making s’mores and singing campfire songs,” Dean remarked.

“Bite me,” you snarked. “You’re going to a frat, though, Steve McQueen, so I wouldn’t be so cocky.” 

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he grumbled. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said and shouldered your duffel bag. You bid them goodbye and reluctantly marched up to the door of the sorority house.

A girl with long, dark curls opened the door. “Hi,” she said. “Can I… help you?”

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N),” you explained. “I’m your sorority sister from Ohio State. Do you guys have an extra bed I could sleep in? I just transferred here.”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I’m Taylor, by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

She led you inside and introduced you to Lori Sorensen. She was a sweet girl; very naive and a little stuck-up. Taylor seemed a little more like a party girl, but still relatively tame. You decided you could gel with these girls for the time being. 

They told you they were headed to Sunday service at Lori’s father’s church and invited you to go with them. You obliged.

In the middle of the introductory rites, you heard the heavy church door slam shut. Your head swiveled to find Sam and Dean frozen and looking guilty. You scoffed amusedly and rolled your eyes, turning your attention forward for the rest of the service. 

Taylor invited you and Lori out to a party after the service, but Lori said she couldn’t. Her father had dinner with her every Sunday since her mother passed away. She and Taylor hugged and Taylor bid you goodbye before heading off.

Sam and Dean came over to you and Lori.

“Guys!” you said excitedly. “Sam, Dean, this is Lori.” You introduced her to them. “They’re my friends from Ohio. They transferred with me.” 

“I saw you inside,” she told them.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

You knew where this was going; he was cruising for another hookup.

“I kind of know what you’re going through,” Sam broke back in. “I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

Lori nodded slightly. Just then, her father came up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.” 

“Yes, sir,” you replied and began leading him away from Sam and Lori. “Actually, we’re looking for a new church group…”

***

Later that day, you and the boys were sitting together in the local library. Sam relayed to you what Lori had told him about the passing of the guy she was with.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked him.

“I do,” he nodded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” Dean smirked at him. 

“You think almost everything with a vagina and legs is hot, Dean,” you remarked.

“Not you,” he jabbed back, still smirking.

You clutched a hand to your chest. “I’m hurt, you dick.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“Can we focus, please?” Sam broke in. “There’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the—”

 Sam cut you off. “Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” 

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever,” Dean added. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began,” said Sam.

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all. What if it’s some kind of spirit?” 

You had the librarian bring over boxes of arrest records. The three of you poured through pages upon pages for hours. 

“Hey, check this out. 1862,” Sam said finally. “A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’ “

“Get this, the murder weapon?” Dean was looking at another page. “Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.” 

You pointed to a page in Sam’s book. “Look where all this happened. Nine Mile Road.”

“Same place where the frat boy was killed,” Sam chimed in. 

“Nice job, Dr. Venkamen and Annie Potts. Let’s check it out,” the older brother quipped.

The three of you headed to Nine Mile Road. Dean parked off the road in a clearing in the woods. He popped the trunk and handed Sam a shotgun. “Here you go.”

“If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good,” Sam said.

“Yeah, rock salt. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” Dean led the three of you through the clearing. 

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?” 

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.”

“Cool it, Winchester. You and your daddy aren’t the first people to think of rock salt bullets.” You loaded your own gun with shells of your own.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“They’re a bitch to roll,” you said.

“Oh, one hundred percent,” he remarked. 

You suddenly heard rustling in the bushes.

“Over there,” you whispered to Sam. The two of you aimed your guns and cocked it. 

The “ghost” came out from behind the trees. A sheriff. 

‘Dammit.’

“Put the gun down now!” he yelled. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.”

“Wait, wait, okay!” Dean told him. 

You immediately dropped your gun and put your hands up.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

You three obeyed.

“Now get down on your bellies,” he commanded. “Come on, do it!”

“Are you just on a power trip or something? ‘Cause— ah!” you were cut off by a sharp kick to the shin from Sam. 

The sheriff brought the three of you into the station. It was early the next morning by the time you were able to leave.

“Saved your asses!” Dean jeered. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. I am Matlock.”

“How was it that you were left in charge of talking him down?” You raised a brow at him. “And how in the fuck did you do it?”

“Sweetheart, this may surprise you, but I’m good at my job. And I told him Sam was a dumbass pledge, you were his girlfriend we’d dragged along, and we were hazing you.”

You and Sam both recoiled at the idea of dating each other.

“First of all, ew,” you started, “No offense, Sam.”

“None taken.”

“But what about the shotguns?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, Sam looks like a dumbass pledge.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You stuck your tongue out at Sam.

Moments later, several officers ran out of the building to their cruisers. Barely needing to share a look with the boys, you hurried into the car and sped away to follow them.

You could see Lori wrapped in a disposable blanket in front of the sorority house you were staying in. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you had no doubt that it was another murder. The stretcher carrying a body bag rolling out of the front door affirmed that thought seconds later.

Dean parked the Impala around the back of the house. 

“Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as the three of you crept around the building. “This is a long way from Nine Mile Road.”

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested. 

You pulled his arm back seconds later to avoid being seen by your “sorority sisters.” You used the fact that you had now pretty much pulled yourself in front of him to allow you to lead the way up to the second floor. 

While Dean made a stupid joke about a naked pillow fight, Sam was busy giving you a boost before climbing up himself. You looked back down at the ground to see Dean struggling to find his footing.

“Need help?” you smirked.

“No,” he grumbled.

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

You waited patiently, leaning your head in your hands on the railing of the balcony and smiling down at him. He struggled for a few more moments before he conceded. All he did was open and close his hand he was extending upwards, similar to a toddler asking to be picked up.

“What’s the magic word?” you sing-songed.

“Come on!” he hissed. “Please?”

“There we go,” you smiled. You dug your heels into the ground and pulled him up.

You then realized the window you were entering was the one in Lori and Taylor’s closet. You hoped to god in that moment that Taylor wasn’t the one dead.

Your fears were realized, however, when you entered Lori and Taylor’s room to find the words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” crudely etched into the wall above Taylor’s blood soaked bed. You didn’t exactly get attached to people on hunts, but seeing good people die was never easy for you. It didn’t get easier. Your dad would call you soft, but you always liked to look at your compassion as a strength.

“ ‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’ That’s right out of the legend,” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean tapped his nose as he spoke. “It’s definitely a spirit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before,” Sam muttered.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Dean asked you. 

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. Fine. It’s just… look at this symbol.” You were referencing the one beneath the writing. “Does that look familiar to you?”

Your head jerked toward the sound of footsteps approaching. You quickly shooed Sam and Dean back into the closet and out of the house. Thankfully, you made it back to the car without being seen. You pulled the copy you’d made at the library of one of the pages on Jacob Karns out of the backseat. That was where you had seen the cross symbol; on Karns’s hook. 

You showed it to the boys. “Told ya.”

“Alright, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean said.

Sam took the page from your hand. “ ‘After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.’ “ He flicked the page with his finger, looking aggravated; as were you and Dean.

“Super,” the older brother muttered.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why,” Sam pointed out.

“I could just be spitballing here, but Lori definitely has something to do with it,” you said, looking up at the sorority house.

***

You managed to get into a party at the fraternity house Sam and Dean were staying in later that night. Dean had been busy mingling with thin college girls dressed in mini skirts while Sam stuck to the outside wall. You bounced around from talking to Sam and hustling some of the drunk frat guys in multiple rounds of pool.

The three of you reunited around the pool table you’d been dominating that night.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean told Sam. “This college thing is awesome!” He smiled and winked at a passing girl.

Sam looked intensely uncomfortable. “This wasn’t really my experience.”

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?”

Sam nodded. You chortled.

“What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?” 

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unfolded a piece of paper. 

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage,” Dean read.

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“There’s a pattern here,” Sam explained. “In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out— get this— with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

“Her dad. Man of religion who openly preaches against immorality,” you pointed out. “Maybe this time, though, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his kid.”

“Reverend Sorensen,” Dean tsked. “You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe it’s like when a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place,” you suggested.

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” Sam chimed in.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told his brother.

“What about you?” 

Dean looked over to the opposite side of the pool table where the blonde you’d been playing with smiled at him. He reluctantly said, “(Y/N) and I are gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.” 

“We are? I wanted to play more eight-ball,” you told him. 

He looked back over at the blonde, back at you, and shook his head in disappointment. “C’mon. I’m not happy about it either.”

***

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go back?” you asked Dean as the two of you trudged through the Old North Cemetery. You were holding shovels and flashlights searching for the grave of Jacob Karns.

He shot you a look.

“I know, I know, I’m kidding,” you laughed. “But seriously. Now that we’re… acquaintances, we should go out to a bar sometime. Preferably one with a pool table.”

“That’d be cool, actually,” he said, smirking at you. “You’re pretty good.”

“What, at pool?”

He nodded. “I could probably still kick your ass, though.”

“You’re on, pretty boy.”

He stopped and turned to you. “Don’t objectify me.”

“What?” you asked, stopping next to him. “You know you’re gorgeous. You frequently use it to your advantage.” You marched on.

You smiled when you heard him mutter, “You are so confusing, woman.”

You walked for a few more minutes before your flashlight landed on a grave marked with that cross symbol from Taylor’s room. “Jackpot.”

You and Dean set to work exhuming Jacob’s corpse. Your back and shoulders ached more and more the deeper you dug. “How fucking far down is six feet?” you remarked breathlessly. 

“I don’t know, but next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house,” he replied.

“Aw, you don’t wanna spend quality time with this cute girl?” you asked playfully. 

He eyed you strangely with a lopsided smile. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. You’re just funny,” he told you.

You smiled back and got back to digging. Your shovel finally hit the wooden box lying below. You broke through it to reveal his corpse. Or at least, what remained of it. 

“Hello, preacher,” Dean said. He threw his shovel aside and helped you out of the hole you had dug. After he had climbed out, you poured salt and lighter fluid all over the bones. 

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean threw a match down into the grave.

Your nose twisted up in disgust. “I will never get used to that smell.”

“What, burnt, hundred-year-old preacher? Me neither.”

You and Dean packed up and headed back to the car that was parked in the cemetery’s parking lot. Your body was exhausted. 

“Um, weird question,” you started. 

He turned to you and threw his shovel and duffel bag in the trunk. 

“You think we could sleep in your car for a bit? I’m running on two days of no sleep.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It should all be over now and Sam should be layin’ it down with Lori.”

And so, you did. You stretched out over the backseat, and Dean laid down on the front. A few moments of silence passed between the two of you, and strangely, you no longer felt tired. You supposed it was the strangeness of the situation. You were now sharing a somewhat intimate moment with a man you despised just weeks prior. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship with Dean was heading, and that bothered you a bit.

“Dean?”

“Hm.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

***

Four hours of shut-eye later, you felt recharged. You awoke to the sound of Dean’s phone vibrating over which Sam told you to meet him at a hospital.

“Hospital? Why? Is he okay?” you asked Dean, climbing over the front seat to sit shotgun. 

“I think so, but he said the reverend’s hurt.”

About fifteen minutes later, you were walking down a long corridor only to be stopped by two cops in wide-brimmed hats. 

The sheriffs put a hand to Dean’s chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother,” he explained. “Hey! Brother!” he called, waving dorkishly at Sam.  

“Let them through.”

“Thanks.” 

You and Dean began walking toward Sam, who met you in the middle.

“You okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah,” sighed Sam.

“What the hell happened?” 

“Hook Man.”

You looked incredulous. “You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?” Sam responded.

“We did,” you rebutted, confused. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him,” Sam returned. “And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, duh, he wouldn’t send Hook Man after himself,” you remarked.

“I think it’s latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.” He whispered that last part.

“Damn.” You gritted your teeth. “I could see how that could upset her.”

Sam nodded. “She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted,” Dean chimed in. “And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right,” the younger brother nodded. “Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” Dean muttered. “But we burned those bones, buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“We must’ve missed something,” you said. 

“No, we burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?” Sam asked the two of you.

Realization struck you. “Fuck,” you grumbled. “No.”

“Why does that matter?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” Sam told him.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook—”

The three of you finished Sam’s sentence in unison, grinning. “We stop the Hook Man.”

“Well, back to the drawing board,” you said as the three of you began walking away from the reverend’s hospital room.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“Do you know where the hook is?” you raised your eyebrows at him. 

He said nothing.

“Exactly,” you giggled.

***

Your next stop was the library for the second time this hunt. As much as you liked to read, obnoxious amounts of research was not your thing. Finally, you thought you’d found something. “Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. ‘Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: disposition thereof.’ “

“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked you.

“I don’t know. ‘Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, St. Barnabas Church,’ “ you read aloud. “That’s where Lori’s dad preaches.”

“Where Lori lives, too?” Sam asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past two hundred years,” Dean added.

“Yeah, but I think someone would’ve noticed a blood-stained, silver-handled hook hangin’ around the church or Lori’s house.”

Dean pulled out another book and slapped it down in front of you. “Check the church records.”

Sam pulled the book to sit between the two of you. You and he flipped through pages upon pages of records before he found something. “ ‘St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.’ “ He sighed. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

“Goddammit,” you grumbled. 

Later that night, you and the boys returned to St. Barnabas Church. Dean shouldered a duffel bag and began leading you to the church. Sam followed close behind.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances,” the older brother began. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Okay, take your pick,” you told him.

“I’ll take the house,” Sam responded.

“Dean and I will take the church, then.”

“We will?” the older brother asked.

“Yup.”

You led Dean up to the church. He called back to his brother. “Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and giggled.

You took the top floor of the church while Dean scoured the basement. The two of you, along with Sam, met up in the furnace room. 

“I got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told you.

“Better safe than sorry,” Dean said. 

Your head turned upward at the sound of footsteps. You could hear Dean taking his gun from his jacket as you grabbed yours.

“Move, move,” Dean told you quietly.

You crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. When you got back to the ground floor, you could see Lori hunched over, her shoulders shaking. You lowered your gun and lightly pushed Sam forward. He shot you a look, but headed over to Lori anyway. You and Dean went back downstairs to continue melting the silver. 

“I feel for her,” you said quietly. “I know how much religion can fuck you up.” Silver clanked against the coals in the furnace as you spoke.

Dean turned his head to you. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’ve watched so many people go through crisis after crisis when their loved ones end up dead.”

“Me too,” he said earnestly. “Probably why I don’t pray.”

“Well, it’s a little difficult to believe in a higher power when all day, everyday is blood, guts, and monsters,” you remarked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I don’t know if I’ve met one religious hunter.”

“I have,” you said. “My mom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She was somehow still convinced of ‘God’s plan.’ “

“Catholic?”

“Oh, very.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied playfully.

“Yeah, me too,” you smiled. “My dad wasn’t, but, uh, he had his… other issues.”

Before he could ask further questions, you heard commotion upstairs. It sounded like running heading toward the opposite side of the basement.

“C’mon,” Dean urged, sprinting out of the furnace room with his gun in hand. You followed closely behind. You could hear the breaking of boards and slamming of what you assumed were bodies that practically shook the walls that got louder as you got closer. Sam was maneuvering himself behind the Hook Man’s clunkily-moving apparition. 

Dean gruffly called to his brother, “Sam, drop!”

His brother obeyed and Dean shot the Hook Man, who disappeared.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you said.

“So did I,” the older brother answered.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam’s voice was frantic.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked around and noticed Lori’s cross necklace. “Lori, where did you get that chain?”

“My father gave it to me,” she responded nervously.

“Where’d your dad get it?” Sam asked.

“He said it was a church heirloom,” she answered quickly. “He gave it to me when I started school.”

“Is it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off her and threw it to you. You caught it with ease and went to start running back down the hall when the invisible Hook Man started dragging his hook along the wall.  

You threw Sam your gun and started running down another corridor you hoped would bring you to the same destination. You could vaguely hear Dean say to his brother, “I’ll cover (Y/N), shoot anything that moves!” before you heard approaching quick footsteps behind you.

You sprinted down winding hallways and thankfully quickly made it to the furnace room. You threw the necklace into the fire and watched as it slowly began to melt. “C’mon, c’mon,” you muttered anxiously. It took longer than you would’ve liked, but the cross broke off the necklace and burned into ash. As soon as it did, you and Dean ran back to the latter’s brother to make sure the ghost was gone. Thankfully, he had, but Sam seemed injured. He was clutching his left shoulder and wincing. 

You called the police to the scene and urged them to send an ambulance. They arrived in no time, and Sam was able to get his injury patched up. 

“And you saw him, too?” A sheriff was asking you and writing in a notepad. “The man with the hook?”

“Yeah, we all saw him,” you responded. “We fought him off and then he ran.”

“And that’s all?” The sheriff was skeptical.

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen. You and those two boys—”

Dean came up behind you and answered for you. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.”

You laughed at his response. Sam and Lori talking near the ambulance caught your eye. You continued watching them in the rearview mirror once you’d gotten in the backseat of the car. Sam soon left Lori, who looked after him sadly, and stooped down into the car. 

“We could stay,” Dean suggested. 

You could tell Sam wanted to, but he shook his head. A deflated air had settled over the car, but you knew the younger Winchester wasn’t ready for anything yet. He’d been dating Jessica for a year and a half and had just lost her less than four months ago. You knew he needed more time. The best way you knew to comfort him was to wrap your hands around his shoulders gently, minding his injury, from your place in the backseat. He tensed for a moment, but allowed you to hug him nonetheless. He responded by holding your arm with his good hand. And for a moment, if you closed your eyes, it was almost like hugging Steven again. 

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How would svt react to you skipping your meals because you're too engrossed in the thing you're doing? 🤔

svt reacts to you accidentally skipping meals

a/n: thank you thank you all for 900! so glad our community on this blog is gradually getting larger! paragraph format for this post bc some of these scenarios got a bit longer than i anticipated.

seungcheol:

oh he is not happy, but he’s far more concerned than he is mad. he sent you a text around noon asking what you were up to and you told him: just a paper. when he comes over you greet him quickly at your door, but your hug is far too short when you’re already hurrying back to your seat.

“i’ll make food or something after, let me just finish this one paragraph!” you tell him, voice already getting father and farther away from him. he follows you back to your room, plopping onto your bed as you type away at your laptop. he’s scrolling on his phone in the quiet room when your stomach grumbles loudly.

he looks over the first time, easing his head to see that you were still working. then, not even five minutes later it happens again.

“hey, when was the last time you ate today?”

you pause, “i don’t know? i had a bagel from breakfast?” then you return back to your paragraph

he’s focused on you now, propping himself up on his elbows. “wait, so you didn’t eat lunch?”

“i guess not…” you reply, half paying attention to him as you reread your words

he’s shifting from your bed and you see him leave your room from your peripheral. maybe thirty minutes later he’s coming back into your room to gently grab a hold of your wrist.

“cmon, you need to eat, i just ordered food so you don’t have to do anything.”

“wait but this part needs-”

“baby,” he says gently, his other hand turning your chin to look at him, “is this due tonight?”

“no?”

“then can you please take a break? it’s not good for you to skip meals you know.”

he looks so concerned and he has brought to your attention that you actually are hungry. your stomach feels like it's shrinking into itself, making you feel quite empty.

“okay cheol, you’re hungry too, aren’t you?” you say, getting up to walk to your kitchen with him.

“i am, but you’re the priority right now, y/n.”

jeonghan:

you can't escape his light scolding whines.

“ayy,” he says, eyebrows furrowed when he sees the remnants of your iced coffee, your supposed “breakfast”, which only consists of melted iced now, “this is all you’ve had today?”

“you know this isn’t good for you…” he trails on.

before you know it, he’s tapping away on his phone and browsing for where to order from immediately. he doesn’t need to ask you because he knows you so well already.

when the food comes in, he’s opening the containers and setting them in the table near you, allowing the smell of the hot food to finally make you notice the growl in your belly

to speed up the process he’ll literally grab the takeout menu that comes with the food and fan the smell towards you. or better yet, he’ll set up an actual fan to waft the smell of food at you at a higher velocity. “jeonghan turn that off! the food is gonna get cold!”

“so you’ll eat,” he determines proudly.

joshua:

eyes got so wide at the realization that you haven’t eaten all day. he immediately tries to find the quickest snack to get something into your stomach.

i’m a believer in him cutting up fruits for you. then when he notices that you haven’t touched the fruits next to you, he’ll go so far as to feed you.

“c’mon, eat this, babe” he coaxes, gently prodding at your lips with the cubed melon on the fork. will tap your cheek with a finger to signal you to open your mouth if his voice isn’t enough to grab your attention

he’s still cheeky though so at some point he’ll give you your little tap only for you to open your mouth to nothing.

“hey! i thought you were feeding me” you pouted.

he rubs the top of your head, giving in immediately.

“looks like i’m spoiling someone here a little too much” (he can’t help it anyway).

jun:

it’s already 7pm and he returns to your apartment to see you in the same position he left you in. you were hunched over on your desk, still hyper focused on this little lego set you were building.

“junnie! look i’m almost done!” you exclaim, beckoning him to walk over to see your work.

“hey,” he says in his deep “extra manly voice”, “have you not eaten yet.” his arms are crossed but he softens when you proudly show him your bouquet of lego flowers.

“i only have one more flower left, but isn’t this so cute?” you gush, holding the vase up to him.

“they’re pretty,” he agrees, tucking your hair behind your ear, “i’ll be right back as you finish up.”

“okay” you hum, gathering the pieces for the last flower

he walks away and within 15 minutes, you can smell something cooking in the kitchen. he comes back to set a bowl of (quick but delicious) fried rice next to you.

“here, c’mon, eat up babe”

“there’s still some more..” you begin, but he pushes a spoonful of rice into your mouth (he blew on it first, don't worry).

“you can finish it after you eat though, right? you haven’t eaten all day.. you should eat while it’s warm” he encourages.

“true, you did make it really good today,”you decide. “i’m very lucky to have you.”

he smiles at your words but returns to his “ver stern man voice”, “you are. so to keep me you better make sure you don’t skip your meals again.” 😤

hoshi:

he pulls a very dramatic romeo and juliet move.

he facetimed you while he was getting driven home since he wouldn’t be able to see you in person that week.

“did you see the food we ordered for the staff today! we should go there when i’m finally free, i want you to try their noodles” he rambled.

“sure let’s do that,” you smiled, happy to see his excitement.

“did you eat dinner yet, baby?” he asked.

“dinner? oh wait, i didn’t have lunch” you thought out loud.

“you didn’t!” he exclaimed, head dropping back in his seat dramatically, “baby you shouldn’t do that!”

“i didn’t realize!” you laughed, rolling your eyes as his head was still tilted back, hand covering his face.

“how could my love forget to feed themselves?” he whined.

“soonyoung, i just got so invested in my paper!” you explained, “i wasn’t even hungry!”

“baby,” he says, now holding his phone very close to his face, “if you don’t eat i won’t eat.”

“what are you talking about!” you chuckled.

“it’s not fair to eat if you’re starving.”

“soonyoung, light of my life, my love, i didn’t purposefully skip lunch. please, you need to eat too, with all your dancing and horanghae-ing.” at the end of your sentence he can't help but give you his signature tiger paw hand gesture.

“promise you won’t forget again?”

“i will do my best,” you agree, lifting your own hand to horanghae back at him and he takes this promise very seriously.

wonwoo:

let out a soft, but audible gasp when he texted you at 4pm asking what you ate only to find out that it was nothing.

:0 that's not good he sent

i didn't even realize that lunch passed wonu

he left you on read, and you wondered if this was actually going to be an argument between the two of you even if it wasn't that big of a deal. at least, not that big of a deal to you.

you wait to see if he's just taking a moment to text you back. then thirty minutes later, two of your co-workers are bringing in cups of coffee and a bag full of sandwiches.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket soon after. your heart warms when you see that it's a message from wonwoo.

they told me it arrived, did you get it yet?

you're about to type your reply when he continues.

i know your team is probably busy so you can't fully sit and eat a bento lunch box, right? so i ordered sandwiches so you guys could eat and work if you had to

your co-workers are setting the food on your shared table and you can see the slight confusion on everyone's faces. "oh it's from wonwoo," you explain, "he sent food because i told him we skipped lunch today." you get a chorus of excitement from everyone and various responses of "tell him we said thanks!"

this is very sweet of you wonwoo, thank you <3 you made me (and my team) very happy :) you sent

i'm just glad you get to eat :) but try not to skip meals from now on please

i will try, love u (i'm going to devour a sandwich now)

woozi:

jihoon himself skips meals a little too regularly. he gets caught up in his studio and before he knows it, the sun has set and he hasn't eaten all day.

ohoho, but when he finds out that you haven't eaten all day he finds himself in a bit more of a panic than he ever would for himself. you called him after work, "do you want to get food when you get out? it was so busy at my job that i didn't even realize that i missed lunch."

"what? you didn't eat?" he asked, suddenly alert even though he was just starting to feel tired.

"yeah, i didn't even realize what time it was until all of our customers cleared out," you replied, "so do you wanna go out? i feel like i could eat a horse."

"yeah, let's go eat, you need to eat," he agreed, immediately getting ready to pick you up.

at the restaurant he encourages you to get whatever you want. even when you're just skimming the menu and you mutter, "huh, this looks interesting," he's telling you, "you want to get that? order it."

"i was just looking at it babe," you chuckle.

"you can get it if you want, you can get all of it if you want, i just want you to get full."

he's very attentive, further asking you what drink you want and if you want to get dessert after too.

dokyeom:

you're in the kitchen reading a book one day and he asks you, "do you want some ramen too? i'm hungry and i think this is all we have."

"i think i'll eat a little later, my book is starting to get interesting so i might read a couple more chapters," you reply.

"you sure?" he checks, walking over to you, "because it'd be bad if i took care of myself and let you starve, i'd be a bad boyfriend then."

he ran a hand through your hair as you chuckled, "you could never be a bad boyfriend, not when you're so sweet." he hums in response before walking back to the stove to check his boiling water.

eventually he finishes making his ramen and he goes into the living room to watch something while he eats. (he'd eat in the kitchen but he doesn't want to be loud when you're reading). the warm soup makes him feel so cozy after and he really just passes out on the couch while his show keeps playing.

dokyeom wakes up about two hours later, much past lunch time. he wanders back into the kitchen a little groggy to see if you're still there. he notices that not much has changed since he fell asleep other than that fact that you're sitting cross-legged on the chair.

"did you eat yet, baby?" he asks.

you momentarily pause your reading, "hm? oh, i guess not."

"huh?" he gasps, glancing at the clock. "baby.."

"i'm in the middle of a really good chapter!" you explain.

"but baby you gotta eat," he pouts. "how 'bout this, if i run out to buy a couple things and i cook it, will you put your book down?"

"you don't have to go through all that," you tell him, "i could just have ramen-"

"no, no, you can't eat that when you're been starving all day," he disagrees, "i'm going to give you some nutrition." he's already walking out of the kitchen to get dressed to go out.

you fully put your book down by now, "i'll come with you to the store. i feel bad if i make you do that all by yourself."

"you can keep reading if you want," he tells you genuinely, "i don't mind, i just want you to eat something good." this is one of those moments where you realize how sweet your boyfriend really is.

"i'll come with you," you confirm, "and let's cook together too, hm?"

he can never say no to you. plus, he loves your company. "i guess we do make a good team, yeah," he smiles.

mingyu:

immediately gets to cooking in the kitchen. he isn’t preparing just one dish either but a spread of food, from various side dishes of veggies to braised meat that goes so well with rice.

“you better eat all of this to make up for your lack of nutrients today” he huffed, sitting across from you after setting everything around you. he stands up again and he'll take the bookmark in your hand and put it into your book for you too.

“gyu you know i can’t eat all of this by myself,” you laughed, “but thank you for cooking, you know.”

"i know, just eat as much as you can, you shouldn't be on an empty stomach," he tells you, further pushing the dishes for you. when you try to offer him a bite, he won't open his mouth, pushing you spoon back towards you.

minghao:

so you were painting and you got so deep into groove that you didn't realize that three hours have passed and that your stomach is currently running on a cup of coffee.

"hi baby, i'm home," he announced as he entered your door.

he finds his way to you first to place a kiss on top of your head. "hi, hao," you hummed back, careful to keep your hand steady as you dragged your brush across your canvas. for a moment, the two of you stayed in silence to avoid disrupting your movement.

though what actually ended up interrupting the quiet was your stomach letting out a very loud growl.

"are you hungry?" he asked.

"i guess i am," you murmured, rinsing your paintbrush in water. "wait, now that i think about it, i don't think i ate lunch?"

"you didn't?" immediately his eyebrows are furrowed and you realize he probably has an incoming lecture already forming in his head. "you know you shouldn't skip your meals..."

"i know!" you explained, "but i just got so into this, i mean, i think this is in the running to become my favorite painting yet." when you wiped your cheek, you accidentally left a stroke of blue paint.

minghao, as caring as he is, crouches down and wipes off that paint with one of hi thumbs. "you know i love your creativity, and this painting looks great so far, it really does, but we can't have you passing out before you finish it, right?"

you smile at his comments as he continues, "can you take a break? eat something? it doesn't even have to be big meal but you should have something."

seungkwan:

he was appalled when he saw the breakfast he bought you still on the counter, untouched.

he walks into your room where you're working on a project for the nth hour. "what's this?" he asks, holding up the plastic bag of food.

"it's what you brought home this morning?" you replied, before immediately going back to you little diorama.

"and why is it not in your stomach?" he huffs, arms now crossed.

"uhh, i lost track of time?"

"unacceptable," is decides, but he walks over to you and breaks off bite-sized pieces of bread the bread he bought to personally feed you anyway.

"thankf-you" you mumbled back as he fed you.

"tsk, what you you do without me? starve?" he tutted (but the way he feeds you is still so gentle). he wipes off the crumbs from the corners of your mouth and asks you if you want anything else when you do finish the bread <3

vernon:

vernon drops his jaw in the most cartoonish way when he finds out.

"you haven't eaten yet?"

his (perfect) eyebrows knit together as he contemplates what to do, as you don't usually skip your meals. this wasn't exactly on his boyfriend-responsibilities bingo card.

"this isn't something you do regularly, right? or have i been missing this for a long time because that would be bad," he thinks out loud.

"vern, it's just today. i didn't even realize how much time passed," you explain.

"mm good to know it wasn't on purpose but i'll order something for you now," he decides, head quirking to the side as he scans his phone for nearby restaurants.

precious boy ends up ordering from two very different restaurants because he doesn't know which you'd prefer but he was a little panicked and figured: better safe than sorry. it's very weird when one bag of food comes to your house with burgers and fries and the other arrives with noodles and soup.

dino:

dino jokingly picks a fight with you when he finds out. you both wind up being a little loud, but not actually fully yelling.

you're surprised by him sitting a little ominously on your kitchen table despite the bags of freshly delivered food on it.

"is everything alright?" you ask.

"you!" he points, "you always take a cute picture of your lunch, so why didn't you have lunch today!"

"wow someone here is a detective, huh?" you chuckle, "you figured out i missed lunch from that?"

"this is serious y/n," he says, tone proving otherwise and fist coming down on the table with no actual force. "it's bad for you to miss lunch."

"okay, okay, yessir i understand i won't do it again," you joked, even putting your hand over your heart as a promise.

"you're not taking this seriously!" he whined.

"i am," you assured.

"no you're not!"

"chan! i thought you knew i missed lunch! i'm hungry and this food is getting cold!" it was your turn to whine now. immediately, he gave in, getting up to open the bags of food. he got a little too invested in his "scolding" and momentarily forgot that you actually had to eat.

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[libraryofbronze]

Dommed Through Discord

“Master,” I type carefully, still blinking sleep out of my eyes. I woke up only a few minutes ago and I still feel groggy. The blankets wrapped around me from how I turned and tossed in my sleep. Around me, my room is nice and warm. Familiar and safe and happy. My laptop is propped up on the other side of the bed, just close enough to see and use.

It’s probably a bad habit to go straight from sleep to staring at the screen. In fact, I know for sure it is. A few months ago, I’d probably have never imagined that I would be doing this.

Then again, a few months ago I hadn’t met him yet. A little shiver runs down my spine and I close my eyes. I can’t exactly remember the dreams I was having but I know they got me all hot and bothered. Waking up to a wet pussy isn’t something I used to do either, but I have gotten used to it in the last few weeks.

After all, I’m not allowed to touch myself without permission.

The thought brings blood rushing to my face. Even now, I can’t believe that I agreed to it. I’ve done a bunch of things in the last few weeks that I never thought I would. All for the sake of a man whose face I’ve never seen.

Even as I think that, I know I’m lying. It’s not just for his sake, but mine as well. I love this. I love what he has made me into. My body tingles every time I think of him, and the first thing I do every morning is check to see if he’s online.

We talk through Discord, emails, and sometimes Steam as well. It’s a long-distance relationship and our hours don’t always match but that only makes the time we do have together all the more precious.

I am still blinking sleep from my eyes. My long, dark hair is all in a mess. I toss and turn a lot in my sleep, and I know I am going to have an annoying time fixing it later.

But for now, that doesn’t matter. I stare at the screen, waiting for his reply eagerly. I can see that he’s online, but sometimes he likes to make me wait. A subtle reminder of the power difference between us. He’s in charge, the master, the owner. And I am the pet and the toy, the desperate girl not even allowed to touch herself without permission.

God, I want to touch myself right now. My pussy is throbbing, lingering half memories of my dreams glitter in my mind like shards of silver. Slowly, one of my hands moves under the blanket, pressing against the outside of my panties. I take a deep breath, shuddering at the touch. Fuck!

I should stop. I know I’m not allowed. If master finds out, I’ll be punished again. But it’s hard, and gradually, the silence grows. I start to wonder if he’s not at his computer. But then why is his status set to green?

Then, suddenly, he replies.

“Hey, May.”

May. That’s my name. That’s why I introduced myself to him by the first time we met. But it’s not usually what he calls me. Is he teasing me? Playing with me? I don’t know and for a moment I’m thrown.

But only for a moment.

“Master,” I write back, typing eagerly. “How are you today? Did you sleep well?”

Stupid question, but I can’t think of anything else. My pussy is still throbbing and with extreme effort, I draw my hand away from my wet panties. I’m wearing nothing else, the blankets wrapped around my pale skin. I am breathing a little bit faster, anticipation and eagerness twist within me.

“Well enough,” he replies. “Did you want anything in particular?”

He knows. He has to know. How could he not with a question like that? He always seems to know exactly when I am desperate like this. I delay my response for a few seconds, feeling the blood rushing to my face. A few weeks ago, I’d not even need permission to do this. I’d have laughed at the very thought!

But now I am lying in bed, about to ask my boyfriend for permission to touch my own pussy. Like he owns me. Like I am just a toy to him.

But the thing is, that’s exactly how we both like it. The air catches in my lungs and I close my eyes, savouring the feeling of helplessness and submission before I start to type.

“Master, I’m horny.”

A few seconds pass and he doesn’t respond. My pulse races, and I can feel myself growing ever more desperate. What is he going to say? Will he deny me? He has before. He loves to do it just to show me that he is in charge.

“My little slut,” the words come back. “We played the day before yesterday. Don’t tell me that you want to go again?”

I close my eyes again, loosing a soft moan. May is my name, but between the two of us, I’m his little slut. It’s demeaning and humiliating and I love it.

“Please sir,” I type back. “I’m so horny. I know we played recently, but I’m so wet right now.”

Silence follows again and I feel as if something important is hanging in the balance. My pussy throbs and the possibility of another day of slowly growing arousal fills me with dread. I wanna touch myself so much! It’s not fair that I have to ask permission!

But the fact that it’s not fair is why he has me do it. We both know that he’s in charge. That he is the master and I am the little slut who can’t keep her legs closed.

God, I love this man.

“Are you still in bed, May?”

He knows my schedule well. I nod even though he can’t see it and answer.

“Yes sir. I just woke up.”

“Wasted no time, did you?” I can almost hear his chuckle. Satisfied but not cruel. I was always into BDSM, into giving up control, but it was he who pushed me further and further. Who showed me just how much control I could really surrender.

“Please sir,” I try again, typing with one hand. My other brushes lightly against the material of my panties. The gentle touch makes me shiver.

“Why don’t you ask properly?” His reply comes back. Again, I can almost hear his teasing tone. He likes to tease, does my master. He likes to make me squirm and right now, I am squirming like hell. I know what he wants, and I know that I’ll do it. But I can feel my face heating up as I begin to type out the request in the approved manner.

“Please master, can your little pet slut spread her legs and play with her soaking pusy for you sir?”

My clit throbs as I type, a small moan plays through my throat. I feel hot, my skin tingling as I close my eyes. Fuck, how can he make me feel this way when we aren’t even in the same country?

But he does. He always has. Even if we’re not together, I can still feel his presence. I am still under his control. Still his little toy and every bit his little plaything and I love it.

“Kick off your blankets,” he writes back to me. “And wriggle out of your little panties. But don’t take them off totally. Leave them around your ankle like a slut.”

I do as I am told, my heart beating faster, the cold air pressed against my skin as I peel back the layers of my bedclothes. I make a soft sound, half yearning and half moan. Flushes of heat flash through me. One hand cups my left breast, teasing myself there. My thumb and forefinger gently work my nipple until it’s good and hard.

My back arches, my eyes close. God, it feels so good. My other hand moves to the waistband of my panties, gradually pulling them lower. The elastic clings to me a little as I draw them down my legs. My pussy is wet, and as my arm brushes against it, a little shudder runs through my whole body.

I leave my panties hanging around one ankle, my legs are spread, I’m lying on the bed totally exposed, my back propped up by a pillow just so. My pussy throbs with tightness, and my throat is dry.

“Are you lying in bed naked, my little slut?” My master writes again. “Are your legs open? Is your pussy begging for you to touch it? To stroke it?”

“Yes,” I write back. My heart thundering in my chest. “Oh god yes sir. Please master, please let me touch myself. Please let your little slut play with her pussy like a good toy.”

He takes longer to reply this time. I wonder if he is hard? I hope he is. I can imagine him stroking himself as he reads my words, realises how desperate I am. It’s not the first time I’ve broken down and begged like this. Sometimes he gives me relief.

Sometimes he doesn’t.

I wonder what he will do this time.

“Play with your nipples for me, May.” he writes back after a few moments.

He knows that my nipples are sensitive. Pausing only to write a quick ‘’yes sir’’ I begin to rub and tease them. My long, slender fingers pick at my nipples, caressing them and stroking them and rubbing them. Before long, my body is responding. I am moaning slightly, and shivers of coiling anticipation run through my body. My pussy pulses, my deft strokes are erotic and tender. My eyes flutter, and the feelings rise through me.

I know I am getting wetter and wetter and I still haven’t closed my legs. I’m not allowed to when we play. That was one of the first rules. He told me that if I wanted to be his little slut then I would act like a little slut, and a slut should never close her legs when she’s performing for her master.

I moan, my voice ragged and desperate. Aching need throbs through me. My pussy is hot and tight, tingles of desire and want sweep up my body. It wants to be touched, it wants to be stroked and teased and entered.

Fuck, I want to cum!

“Are you teasing your breasts, May?” master asks. “Have you touched your pussy? I hope not. You know I’ll have to punish you if you do.”

“No sir,” I manage to type with one hand. “But I want to! I want to so much! Please sir! Please, please, please!”

“I’ll think about it,” I can almost hear his chuckle again. Light, not cruel but firm.

“Good,” master says. “Now, I want you to imagine that I am there with you. That it’s me stroking your chest, teasing your nipples. Making you squirm and moan. Can you imagine that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, half gasping in ecstasy. I realise a moment later that he isn’t actually here, so I need to type it out.

“Yes sir, I can imagine it, sir.”

“I’d be so hard for you, my little slut,” he writes back. “Can you imagine it? Can you imagine what it would feel like if I tied your hands behind your back and fucked you then and there?”

I can imagine it all too well. My legs flex, anticipating what it would feel like to have him between them. His cock burying itself inside of me, thrusting and fucking me as my spine arches and my cries gradually turn into a chaotic sound of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moan. My nipples feel so good. So sensitive. Little darts of pleasure snap and worm their way down my spine. My mouth is dry, I can barely remember to keep looking at the screen.”

“Or maybe I’d put your collar on you,” Master writes. “Nice and tight just how you like it. Dress you in your black stockings and fuck you against the window. You’d love that wouldn’t you, May? You always love to put on a show, my little slut.”

My desperate murmuring grows ever more desperate. My pussy is throbbing for attention, a needy heat shooting through my body as I gasp and moan and wriggle on the bed like a mad thing. My nipples feel so good, but my pussy would feel better.

But I am not allowed to touch it yet. I’m a good slave. A good slut who does what she’s told. I’ve been naughty a few times and Master is inventive with his punishments.

“Or maybe we could get your little toy,” Master continues “The vibrator that you love so much. I can dial it up and down on my phone, keep you on edge all day. Just leave you on the bed for hours and hours and hours with your legs spread. Wouldn’t you love that?”

Yes! I want to scream, my body shuddering with heat and want. I love it! I want it all!

But right now, I just want to cum!

“Master,” I write desperately. “Please can I touch my pussy, sir?”

A pause.

“You didn’t ask permission properly, my little slut. I should punish you for that. But later. First, you can ask me properly.”

My hips are grinding back and forth now, my fingers work my breasts and nipples, I’m moaning and gasping openly like the slut that he taught me to be.

“Please sir,” I write. “Please can your slutty slave touch herself, master?”

“More humiliating.”

“Please! Please let me masturbate sir! I want to cum!”

“More humiliating.”

My face is burning, my chest is tight. I know he knows what he is doing to me. He’s loving it.

“Please master, can your slutty slave girlfriend fuck herself with her fingers while fantasising about what it will be like when you finally take her for yourself? Can she cum like a whore with her legs spread, moaning your name?”

My heart hammers. Humiliation washes through me but I adore it so. My pussy is pounding, it’s as if electricity is coursing through every cell in my body.

“You can touch yourself, May. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet.”

I don’t know what he’s planning but right now, I don’t need to. As soon as I have permission, one of my hands flies to my pussy. I bite my lower lip, my fingers working myself down there. Instantly, the pleasure intensifies, reaching a whole new level. I begin to squeak and moan. My lower lips are already soaked, tingles become waves of sparking pleasure as I twist back and forth in place.

“Oh fuck, master,” I write as soon as I am able. “Oh fuck, it feels so good sir. It feels so good.”

“Do not cum,” my master writes, and I realise with an odd feeling that he isn’t done with me yet. “May, you do not have permission to cum but nor are you allowed to stop. You can slow down, but you have to keep going.”

That’s unfair! I feel the realisation stabbing through me, even as my eager fingers begin to slow, it feels so good. Waves of heat and tightness throbbing through my pussy. How can I resist this?

“You’ll just have to have control, my pet.” My master seems like he read my mind. “I’m sure it won’t be too hard. By the way, while you’re doing that I want you to imagine what it would be like to be fucked by me. What it will be like.”

Oh fuck. How am I supposed to resist cumming while doing that? One hand is desperately kneading my chest, flicking and rubbing and stroking my nipple. My fingers probe and pinch, mixing pain with pleasure. The other is between my legs, my body rocking. Heat flushing through me. I am fucking myself with my fingers now, grinding against my hand. My clit burns and throbs, it feels so good.

I imagine his cock inside of me again. Thrusting, penetrating, filling me up. I begin to grind against the air, matching each of his imaginary thrusts. The air catches in my throat, heat builds between my legs. I am squealing now, static leaping between my nerves.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I shudder. “Master Ethan! M-master!”

He can’t hear me, but he seems to know what’s happening. I hope he knows how desperate and wet I am. I imagine wrapping my arms around him as fucks me, as he makes me his now and forever.

I am so close! The tide of pleasure threatens to carry me away. I look desperately to the laptop.

“Master, I’m gonna cum!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“Absolutely not, my slut. I told you you weren’t allowed to cum.”

“Then can I stop?”

I imagine the little smile on his face.

“You can’t do that either.”

“Master!”

It’s only a single word, desperately typed, but I hope it can convey my desperation. My whole body feels tight, my muscles are stinging, I’m holding them so tensely. I know I am gonna cum if I keep going, I can feel the orgasm building and building and every part of me is screaming to surrender to it. To let it take me. But I fight it, holding myself back, resisting with everything.

But I am not allowed to stop playing with myself and gradually, my squirming becomes more and more frantic. My gasping breaths are quick and furious. How long has it been? I need to ask again!

“Master please!”

“May, are you disobeying me? You’re not allowed to cum. Now just think how long I could hold you like this, in that state. You’ve surrendered to me and given me everything. You got on your knees and promised to be my little slut, remember? Did you think that would be easy?”

“Please! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

I’m reduced to just writing the word ‘’please’’ over and over as my body rocks. I don’t have enough energy to think of anything else to say.

“I suppose I could be convinced,” Master says. “But you have to offer me something. What do you have to trade, May?”

I shake my head. There are tears in my eyes. It feels so good, it’s taking all of my strength of will not to give in and cum. My body is shuddering, shivering and burning all at the same time. I gasp for air, trying to force myself to think.

“I won’t wear underwear, sir!” I write. “I’ll go without it all day and wear a short skirt!”

I can already imagine the humiliation that will come from that. A whole day of knowing that I am only one wrong move away from exposing myself to strangers. I know I’ll be mortified later, but for now, I don’t care. I just wanna cum.

“Not enough.”

“Sir!”

“It’s a start, May, but I am going to need more. How much longer can you hold back again?”

Not much longer, I think. It feels so amazing. My whole body is lighting up. Twisting and gasping and moaning in bed, my legs are still spread, but my pussy is soaking, my fingers sliding in and out of myself more quickly now than ever. I’m so close, I’m so close!

“I’ll wear my vibrator too!” I write, grasping for the first thing I can think of. “I’ll keep it in all day! The one that you can control! You can torture me with it all day! Just let me cum now!”

A shiver snaps through my body, I give a long moan. Feeling as if I am about to break down, but I manage to wrestle myself back. Just about. I know I won’t make it much longer.

My master still hasn’t replied. Is he holding back? Does he want more? What else can I even offer him?

“I’ll make you a video, sir!” I gasp. “When I get home from work, I’ll make a video of me undressing and you can see the kind of soaking mess I’ve become after so many hours with the vibe! And I’ll play with myself! Do whatever you want! Just….just please let me cum now!”

I am spiking, the climax rising. My moment approaching, my fists curl, and I know I am about to cum whether I want to or not.

“All right then, May,” my master writes. “Cum for me you little slut.”

I do, I cum like I never have before. My nerves scream, the world seems to fade and all I am left with is an ocean of pleasure that fills every inch of me. I am moaning his name, my master’s name, like it’s some magical incantation. My body is wracked with convulsions, the strength of my orgasm streams my breath away. I cum with my legs spread like I should, gasping his name until the end.

And then it’s over and I am lying in my bed. The laptop open in front of me, and my master’s latest message.

“Enjoy yourself, did you?”

“Yes sir,” I type shakily. “It was amazing. Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. I love you.”

“I love you too, May,” he writes back. “You little humiliation-loving slut.”

#bronzeplacewriter #bronze's stories #sexywriting #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink #cnc k!nk #original fiction

[yuyan]

To my darling

A/n: Merry Christmas and have a happy new year! I hope you enjoy it @pavo-ocell-me! This was a very fun event that I loved taking part in @2023gisecretsanta

Pairing: Lyney x gn!reader

Tags: Pure fluff! Modern au, implied school/college setting, penpals, pre-established relationship, reader is learning French, where reader lives doesn't have snow, one curse word just one ^^

"Take intermediate French they said. You'll be fine they said," you muttered to no one in particular as you read the Google translation over and over again. "My French teacher is going to kill me."

You rubbed your eyes, peeking out of makeshift pillow your arms made. Standing tall at the front of the class with a booming voice was your French teacher. She held a small, clear glass jar with folded bits of paper inside in one hand while placing a stack of letters on her lectern with her other.

"Speaking with natives is an excellent and necessary way to develop your language skills (unlike this soon to be 30 minute speech) so due to the cancellation of the exchange program for this year and the long dragged on meeting, we have decided to give you all pen pals!" she announced. Her arms held a wide stance, awaiting for something you were unaware of.

Some whispers and small squeals echoed through the lecture hall. Others groaned and put their head on the desk, waiting for celestia, perhaps even an archon to take them. You did neither.

"I wish I could turn back time," you sighed. After contemplating for an hour whether your teacher would ever find out that you used Google translate to write half your letter or not, you started handwriting it on a stack of fancy paper you really shouldn't have been able to afford. "Shell never know. It's not like he can tell her anyways."

As you dragged your pen along the piece of paper, you remembered the speech about how necessary this was, the small piece of paper you pulled out of the bag and the letter that came with it. With a small smile playing on your lips, you signed off and stuck the small paper that read "lyney" just below your name with a paper rainbow rose you made yourself. It had its imperfections but it's similarity to the fresh ones he sent you left you content.

"Oh my god why did he reply so fast?" you asked yourself. Not even 3 days later and you received another letter from lyney. You traced the grooves of the red wax seal made you shiver. He wouldn't ever know you used google translate right? With pursed lips, you opened it. Perfume immediately muddled your senses as you opened up the envelope. Your peers hadn't even sent their first letter, let alone receive their second.

As you skimmed over the letter, you took down some notes like where he's from–which was so uncessary–what he likes to do and some of his contact details. You hummed, giving yourself imaginary pats on the back for reading a whole three sentences before typing the other two paragraphs into Google translate. You really needed to switch classes, desperately.

It was only then you spotted that a sentence in french came out the same in the translation. "You really shouldn't be using Google translate for these letters," written at the very bottom. Well fuck.

"You are friends with your penpal? Well that's lovely (name)," your French teacher clapped with bright sparkles in her eyes. It blinded you for a second and you had to look away before you lost the ability to see forever.

Instagram

(potato_name):lyney sent a reel.

(potato_name):lyney sent a picture.

(potato_name):lyney sent you a mes...

I didn't use Google translate for this one. Are you proud of me? You wrote at the bottom before slipping the letter into its envelope and sealing it with the new wax stamp set you bought recently.

You rushed back home. You winced at the clatter of your laptop in your bag hitting the floor, deciding it was a problem for future you. Ripping open the envelope and skimming through the letter, you read at the very bottom 'I am proud of anything you do, mon Cheri."

A smile broke out onto your lips as you neatly kept it away in a small box your mother got you from Fontaine when you were little. The small box was made of white marble with gold outlining its edges and gathering in a few swirls in the middle where the golden clasp rested.

The Sun shone brightly despite it being the middle of December. Rays of Sunlight squeezed through your closed curtains and you wondered if it was snowing in Fontaine right now. Did Lyney like playing in the snow?

Letters became less and less frequent as your peers lost motivation in writing long drawn out of paragraphs with nothing but small talk. A year and a half had passed yet your teacher held a strong morale despite the head of languages not enforcing this penpals program anymore. Even they must have gotten tired of the back and forth.

A few days until Christmas holidays. Opening your phone, you checked to see if lyney had texted you anything. Nothing...

Your eyes kept glossing over your texts from Friday 11am. Its been a week. Pictures of him and his two siblings who added you back on Instagram. Even Lynette had texted you today, showing some new tea she bought from inazuma last week.

Lynette

My brother has been writing non-stop for the past few days. Are you guys still doing the penpals thing?

You

No, maybe he is writing to someone else?

Your stomach dropped as you reread your message. "Writing to someone else...I need fresh air." You took your phone and wallet and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" your roomate called out but you were already heading to the lift. You ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face with a sigh. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter but this is the fifth time you've checked your phone this morning and its been a week with only a read tag.

"I seriously need to ban myself from my phone."

Lynette

Oh...nevermind. I'll ask him then.

Sent Friday 10 : 39am

"The christmas carnival was so much funner this year," your friend said, laughing. Then one hiccup escaped from her mouth. And then another one. Until you and your other friend bursted out laughing. "Not funny!"

"Yeah yeah. I still can't believe (Name) won that plushie from that shooting stall," your other friend said. He tossed another chip in his mouth, after finally calming down from his laughter.

"I'm surprised too. Those games are typically so rigged, I mean did you see the look on the owner's face though?" you said.

Holding up the little classic brown teddy bear, you admired it at all angles. Its red bow had a little bell hanging from the centre, jingling as you walked.

Its silly smile matched yours and then you noticed it. The small teddy's bowtie resembled the one Lyney wore in one of the pictures he sent. And the small envelope the size of your palm that the teddy held was a real one made of paper.

"(Name)? Whats wrong?"

"Nothing! I just realised my parents wanted me back at 10 and well its 11 so I have to go," you said with a bright smile, "Bye!"

"You live in a dorm though?" your friend countered, "(Name)!" But you were already walking out of the festival gates.

Picking out the small envelope, you brushed your thumb over the grooves of the wax seal. The same wax seal that you used for the last letter you sent. Did he really get the same stamp?

A mini rainbow rose fell out. The vibrant colours provided a stark contrast to the humid summer night. One letter. Five words. I love you, Mon cheri.

Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the letter, fumbling with it for a bit. Taking in the cool nighttime breeze, you looked up only to see the person you hadn't talk to in a week standing only a few metres away from you.

Lyney held a bouquet of vibrant rainbow roses in one hand and the other behind his back.

"How are you..?" You took as step back, your gaze falling to the floor then back up at him again.

"I told you I'm a magician in one of my letters didn't I?" Lyney started, "I would appear anywhere if it was to be with you."

#genshin x reader #yuyan writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfiction #fanfiction #lyney x reader #lyney #lyney fluff #modern au

[blackhairandbangs]

So You Admit It

Kim Seungmin x Reader

info/masterlist

genre: Angst, but pure cat and mouse flirting

summary: college!seungmin has been getting under your skin since day one, but you soon find out it's for a good reason

warnings: seungmin is actually a dick, arguing, lots of flirting!! he is a FLIRT in this, little makeout at the end, suggestive words, little bit of cursing

word count: 2.1K

You and your good friend, Jeongin were talking in the back corner of your lecture hall right before class began. He had the class right before, so it became a tradition for him to wait for you and catch up during the in-between of your two classes. The two of you exchanged a laugh as Jeongin showed you a funny picture he had taken on his phone earlier in the day. Right as your professor walked in, Jeongin began to stand up from his seat, allowing you to focus on the beginning of class.

"Hey, I'll see you later, okay? Have a good class!" he waved, walking out the back door, exchanging a glance with the boy entering at the same time, taking the seat next to you he was once sitting in.

Kim Seungmin now occupies the seat once held by your friend, slowly becoming a part of your daily routine. Jeongin gets up before class begins, and Seungmin walks in just about a minute late to take the empty seat.

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to that guy?" he scoffs, not yet making eye contact as he takes out his laptop to start his notes.

You cross your arms, eyeing him down slightly, "and why should I be listening to you?"

Seungmin smirks, his gaze flickering to your arms before meeting your eyes, "Because I can make your life a living hell if I really wanted to…" he trails off, allowing you to look away and ignore his comment, trying to focus on whatever today's lecture was about. You don't feel his gaze leave your face, so you look back up, waiting for him to say something.

"Besides, don't you enjoy my company more?" he asks, a grin sneaking up on his lips.

"No, I'm not quite sure I do," You turn away from him once more to face the front of the lecture hall, "So can you please stop bothering me so I don't waste my tuition here?"

Seungmin smirked, leaning close to your ear to make sure you could hear him.

"I'm sure we could could make a deal here. How about you focus on your studies today, and maybe later I could even help you out…when we're alone…" he allows his sentence to linger, his hot breath just behind your ear.

"I don't need any tutoring, thank you," you reply to him coldly, knowing tutoring could not have been what he was referring to.

"You're right," he huffed, leaning back in his chair, "Good thing I meant something else entirely." A flush falls on your cheeks. This guy has been bothering you for weeks, but not once has he made a comment like this.

You let out a huff of air, "Maybe if you stop acting like a dick all the time, we could talk about it." You continue looking at the lesson, twirling your pen in between your fingers as a distraction from the boy next to you.

Seungmin gives a small laugh to your comment.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm not always a dick, you know?" He flashed a disarming smile at you. The kind that would make other girls fall to their knees for him, "I promise I can be quite charming when I want to be."

You allow yourself to look at him after his last comment, a small laugh escaping your lips.

"Now I'm sure this may work on other girls, but I know who you are, Kim Seungmin." Your words spat at him with disgust.

"Oh, really? And who am I, according to you? You seem to know quite a bit about me," He spoke, eyebrows raising in amusement. He had the feeling he had finally got to you.

"Hmm, let's see," you hum, using your hand to create a list, "One, you're self-centered. Two, you're mean. Three, you go through girls like it's a game to you…Should I keep going?" His face goes dark hearing the words that just left your mouth. As the class finally draws a close, you pack up your books and pens. You get up from your seat as the professor begins to make his exit and you head for the back door, leaving a glare at the boy still sitting in the seat next to where you just were.

The next evening, you found yourself sitting in your favorite corner of the library, books spread out on the table in front of you and headphones over your head. The whole library was pretty empty due to it being late on a Friday night. You tended to use this time for studying as the library didn't feel as crowded as normal with students rifling through the shelves, struggling to finish their term papers on time. Your mind was so focused on the work you were completing you didn't even hear the voice approaching behind you.

Ah, the perfect study spot, right?" Seungmin asked, making you jump slightly. He walks around to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair to have a seat across from you.

"Sure, why don't you come join me," you groan sarcastically, gesturing to the already occupied seat.

The boy leaned back in his chair, "Oh come on now, I know you would love for me to join you." His gaze flickered between the books he had brought with him and you. A playful grin yet to leave his lips.

You slam your textbook shut in frustration. This was supposed to be your quiet time. An escape from the disruptions and loud volume the rest of campus tended to carry.

"Now when have I ever possibly given you that idea?" You huffed, not looking up from the table.

God, you just wished he would leave you alone. His intentions were never clear. You had a hard time reading Seungmin all semester. Was he looking for another victim of his one-night stands? Did he want you to fall in love with him and write his essays?

"You didn't have to say anything," Seungmin smirked, "I could tell from the way your heart skipped a beat when I walked in." He laughed lightly, enjoying the little game of back-and-forth you two were having.

You roll your eyes at his comment, unable to really look him in the face.

"Or, that could've been the fear of you sneaking up behind me in an empty library!" you say, still not giving him the attention he desired. Seungmin sat up in his chair, resting his elbows on the table to lean closer to you.

"Oh come on," he started, giving you a smile. "You know you love it when I'm around! I mean all you do is talk to me." His voice was soft but carried an underlying tone of need. You look up at him for the first time in minutes, eyeing his lips. A flush falls slightly over your cheeks as his words tear into you.

"Sure, I'll let you believe that," you speak, looking away slightly as to not show him the effect his words were starting to have on you. Seungmin gets up to walk over to your seat on the other side of the table.

"Fine," he huffed allowing himself to lean down behind you, his mouth lingering close to your ear. "I'll just have to find a way to prove it to you." His hot breath sent a chill down your spine. You drop the pencil you were holding as you feel yourself get slightly flustered. "What are you-"

"There!" Seungmin said with a smirk as he straightened himself back up. "You couldn't even handle me being that close to you, could you?" He let out a small laugh, seeing how his teasing was starting to eat at your mind.

"What I can't handle is you interrupting my study time!" You say, feeling yourself become a flustered mess. What was he doing to you? You allow yourself to recompose, going back to the notes you had been attempting to take.

He laughed, still standing behind your chair. You tried to ignore him the best you could. "Study time?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Just admit I make you flustered," he teases. "I can see what I do to you, ya know?"

You stand up from your chair, finally deciding you have had enough of his games for today. "Why the hell would I ever admit something that stupid?"

"Oh I don't know," he replies, shrugging nonchalantly. "Maybe because it's true?" He uses this time to inch closer to you, still leaving a bit of space in between where the two of you stood. "Or maybe you're just too shy to tell me," he coos, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks are hot, a shiver running down your arm feeling his sudden touch.

You push his hand off of you, not knowing what would happen if you let him continue. "Or maybe, you're just too much of an asshole to see not every girl is on their knees begging for a chance with you." You scoff at him, turning your body away slightly.

He lets out a breathy laugh. "It's alright. I know deep down you really, really want me." His words cut straight through you, and you felt yourself filling up with anger. A need to prove yourself. You suck your teeth, debating on the right thing to say.

"Fine," You begin. "If I want you that bad, why don't you come and kiss me! And when I have no reaction, will you finally just leave me alone?"

Seungmin's eyes widened at what he was hearing. You knew this was a dangerous game to be playing. You didn't want to admit it, but everything that let you up to this moment just proved how much you really did need to feel his body against yours. He knew what you were doing.

"Alright," He spoke, raising his hands almost to surrender to the offer. "Go for it." He spoke through gritted teeth, just wanting to have his way. He stepped closer, allowing his lips to hover near yours. His heart raced with anticipation and fear. The moment felt stretched out as the tension teetered on the edge of cruelty and desire. You close the gap, leaving a quick kiss on his lips, knowing anything longer would leave you wanting more.

"See?" you started to speak and Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into slits. "Absolutely no reaction-"

Before letting you finish, he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you back to him. His lips crashed against yours in a rough desperate kiss. His tongue forcing his way into your mouth. His lips demanded more.

You allow yourself to finally give in to the second kiss, praying that he wasn't trying to just play with your emotions. The kiss was rough, but still felt sincere, letting you loosen up a bit against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, finally admitting to yourself you wanted more. More than the back-and-forth you have played all semester.

"Mmph," Seungmin moaned into your lips, his hand snaking down to slip under the hem of your shirt, tracing shapes on your back. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, his breathing heavy.

"So you admit it." It wasn't a question, but rather a smug statement. You catch your breath, forehead leaning against his. "Don't let it get to your head."

"Oh, I already have, love" he chuckles darkly, leaning down to leave small kisses along your jawline. "But that doesn't mean I'll stop." You let out a small moan before pushing him off of you, snapping back into your reality.

"Not here…" you trail off, remembering you are still in the library. It was empty, but that still wasn't a chance you were willing to take. "Fine," Seungmin pouted, walking back to throw his bag over his shoulder. "But this isn't over."

He began to walk out of the library, leaving you standing against the back wall, your hair looking a bit tousled. His eyes held a strong mix of need and sincerity as he gave you one last glance. "You're mine now, doll. I'll see you tomorrow."

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed my first SKZ fic! My inbox is open for requests if anyone would like to submit anything. I want to try and get back into writing more.

#skz fanfic #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #seungmin #seungmin x you #bangchan x reader #lee know x reader #hyunjin x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #jeongin x reader

[ihave-atummyache]

goodbye

Lee Felix Imagine

summary: you accidentally fall in love with your best friend but it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows like you expected.

SFW (just some cussing)

4k words

unbelievably angsty.

"Am I allowed to cry?" You ask, tears already forming in your eyes as you approach your best friend and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek to his back.

"Please don't. I already cried and if I see you cry then the dam is definitely gonna burst again," he chuckles and you feel it vibrate against your cheek. He turns around in your arms and cradles your head gently with one hand while the other wraps around your shoulders.

You let out a deep sigh and he leans down, deeply inhaling into your hair and trying his best to memorize your scent so he can remember it when he's away from you.

"I don't want you to leave. Why do you have to be so successful with your stupid good voice and your stupid good dancing," you grumble and pull away to look up at him.

"It's not goodbye. It's just see you later, okay?" He reassures you and wipes the tears on your cheek bones that have escaped your eyes.

You nod in agreement and a small pitiful smile covers your face.

"Right. I'll see ya later, Lixie," He affirm and he smiles before pulling you into his chest again.

"Only two more weeks!" Felix's cheery voice speaks out as soon as the call connects and you giggle out at how happy he looks on the other end.

"Well hello to you too!" You laugh out and push your glasses up your nose slightly.

"What are doing, gorgeous? Workin'?" he ponders when he sees you in your glasses that you usually only wear to help with blue light.

You set your phone up on your bedside table and nod, rolling your eyes. You glance at your computer before looking back at Felix. This is honestly a well deserved break for how hard you have been focused the past few hours.

You close your laptop and pick the phone back up before falling back in your bed and holding him up to your face.

"At a concert?" You ask and he nods, setting up his phone against the vanity so you can see him better. He looks great. Breathtaking in all black.

"You look great, Lix. Stay is gonna go nuts," you mumble out, a blush creeping to your face. Felix laughs and raises his eyebrows at you.

"Am I making you go nuts?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes, wishing you could slap him right now.

"You wish," You mumble out and then suddenly theres a lot of noise on the other end. Felix glances behind him before grabbing his phone.

"Showtime! I gotta go!" He smiles at you and you smile back at him before biting your lip.

"Later," you smile at him and he grins even harder. You don’t notice the blush that creeps up his neck at the promise that you’ll talk to him again soon.

"Later, love ya," he replies before ending the call.

"Lix!" A smile covers your face as you pick up your pace and approach your best friend. He quickly looks up from his phone at the sound of your voice and slides it in his pocket. He opens his arms just as you reach him and you throw your body into his arms.

"My God, I missed you so much," he speaks into your hair and takes a deep inhale. Being able to finally smell you again seemed like a dream come true.

"Why was your tour so long? I love Stay but I was starting to get a bit jealous that they got to see my best friend everyday and I didn't," You laugh out as he sets you back down to your feet. He has a mask on but you can still clearly see the smile in his eyes.

"I found myself wishing you were at every show and in my hotel room for our movie nights," he reaches up and brushes a few stray hairs away from your face.

"Lets make up for all the movies that we missed while you were gone. Okay?" Your grip tightens around his waist and he rubs his hands gently on your shoulders before turning and walking towards the direction of your house.

"Let's start right now," he grins at you and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you walk. You keep your arm tightly around his waist.

It feels so right to be with him like this. You haven't seen him in nearly three months after being inseparable for nearly six months. You saw each other practically every single day before he left so it was like a culture shock when he left.

The saying that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' was unfortunately extremely true. Since he has been gone, you have become much more in-tune with your emotions towards him and it woke up your intense romantic feelings that you have had for Felix, your best friend.

"What's going on in that pretty little head?" Felix's voice breaks you from your thoughts and he gently nudges your head with his own. You chuckle and feel your cheeks heat up.

"Just thinking about how happy I am that you're back," Your arm tightens around his waist and before you know it, the two of you are approaching your apartment and he punches the code in quickly.

"How do you still remember that?" You chuckle as you push the door open and step aside, letting Felix slide in too.

"It's engraved in my brain. I'll just randomly think of it sometimes," he shrugs and you shake your head, another chuckle leaving your lips as you close the door behind him and lock it.

You both toe off your shoes and take off the top couple of layers that were protecting you from the cold. Felix walks towards you and unwraps your scarf from your neck before pulling off your ear muffs and ruffling your hair.

"Hey!" You protests, closing one eye and scrunching your face up.

"You're too cute," he speaks out, a grin on his face. You can finally see his full face and he looks just as good as you remember, if not better.

The compliment goes straight to your heart and it starts pounding. You feel a blush rise to your face and you quickly break eye contact and step aside him to head to the kitchen.

"Whatever," you mumble and make your way to your kitchen. You hear him laugh behind you and his footsteps are following closely behind you.

"Where ya going?" he singsongs behind you and you reach up in your cabinet, grabbing your mug and his favorite mug of yours and turning around.

"It's not a proper movie night if we don't have popcorn and hot chocolate!" You exclaim excitedly and he quickly makes his way towards you, nodding in agreement.

"I hate that you're always right," he has sarcasm in his tone and you giggle. He walks behind you and reaches past you, grabbing the popcorn from on top of your fridge. He places one hand on your hip and grabs the box, his front pressed to your back. When his hand leaves your hip, you release a breath that you didn't realize you were holding.

The two of you fall into mindless conversation as you wait for the hot chocolate and popcorn to be done. He's catches you up on some random things that happened throughout tour and you can't help but smiling at how happily he is recanting these all of these memories.

"Okay! You pick the movie!" You talk with your mouth full of popcorn as you settle down on the couch next to Felix. You lean against the arm rest and pull your feet up beside you.

"Hm, okay," he reaches to the coffee table and grabs the remote before resettling a bit closer to you. His hand mindlessly find your ankle and starts drawing patterns on it as he scrolls through the movies.

He finally picks one and puts the remote back on the coffee table before lifting your feet and placing them in his lap. You turn to lean your back against the armrest, offering the popcorn to him. You place the bowl on your thighs and Felix scoots even closer, so your knees are resting on his lap instead.

As the movie goes on, he seems to be completely immersed in the movie but you couldn't be more distracted. One of his hands is sitting on your knee and the other is rubbing patterns around your shins and calves, gently massaging you.

"You have magic hands. If you ever need to change careers, masseuse is definitely in your future," you chuckle, watching his hands on your knee and legs. He mirrors your laugh and looks over at you. He grabs the bowl of popcorn from your lap and leans forward, placing it on the coffee table before turning to face you.

He pulls his leg up on the couch so your ankles are on either side of his waist and your eyes lock with his, blinking at him.

"W-what are you doing?" You stutter out and blink at him again. He lets out a sigh and grabs your ankles, pulling you towards him at the same time that he scoots forward. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement but don't do anything to stop it.

Now your thighs are on either side of his waist and his hands are resting on your legs, his thumbs rubbing gently circles to the inside of your knees.

"You've been feeling it too, right? Please don't say that it's just me," his voice is low and his eyebrows are turned up, a concerned look searching your face.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Lixie. What are we talking about right now?" Your brows drop into a furrow and he lets out an almost frustrated sigh at how dense you're being to the situation.

"Things are... different. The air between is much... heavier than it used to be. I like it though. I think I like it too much," his eyes dart down to his hands on your knees as a blush rises behind his freckles. Your breath hitches in your throat at the confession and you can't stop yourself from your next actions.

Your pointer finger gently raises his chin and you lock eyes for a moment before you lean in and press your lips to his. He takes a moment to kiss you back, you assume because of your sudden action but once he realizes what is happening, his hands are on your hips and he's pulling you even closer before gently pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He tastes like chocolate and salt from the drink and popcorn with the slightest hint of cherry that you know if his favorite chapstick from the amount of times that you have borrowed it.

Your hands lace into his hair and Felix groans lightly against you before pulling away and pressing his forehead against yours.

"I've been thinking about this for months," he speaks out and his breath fans across your face. You nod against his head.

"Me too," you breath out and you both break out into giggles. It feels like the tension that was settling between you two was suddenly cut and all the pieces fell back into place.

After a few more messy and giggly make out sessions and movies, Felix gets a call that he needs to come and help out with a dance in the studio so he is pulled away from you before you know it.

"Okay. I'll call you. We can hang out later tonight if you want. Alright?" He asks and tucks your hair behind your ears. You place your hands on his chest and lean in, pressing a gently kiss to his lips.

"Okay. See you later," You smile and he bites down on his lip before cradling your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours again. You can feel him smile into the kiss and you can't help doing the same.

"Later, angel," he slips out the door but before he can pull it closed behind him all the way, he steps back into your house and kisses your lips once more and then your forehead.

"Sorry. I just needed one more, later gator," he jokes and you roll your eyes at his corny joke before shooing him out the door.

"The faster you leave, the faster you can get back," you nod and he nods in agreement before jogging down the hallway. He glances at you over his shoulder and you smile back at him before he disappears around the corner.

where r u??

You shoot the text to your boyfriend, Felix as you shake your leg. You tap your manicure finger impatiently on the white table cloth, waiting for a response.

“Excuse me, if the rest if your party isn’t here in the next 15 minutes, we have to give up your table,” the kind waitress looks at you with pity and you feel your body heat up in anger.

“It’s fine. I’m heading out now,” you force a smile onto your face and grab your bag before exiting the restaurant.

You feel hot tears of embarrassment roll down your cheeks and you quickly try to swipe them away before anyone approaches you.

There is no way Felix forgot about your anniversary dinner that he planned for you both. You let out a groan and run your hands through your hair before turning and deciding to walk back to your apartment to try to help you cool off.

“Y/n!” You hear your name being called and turn quickly when you recognize Felix’s voice. He has the guiltiest look on his face and you can’t look at him or you know you’ll fold immediately to his puppy dog eyes.

You turn and keep walking in the direction of your apartment, picking up your pace a bit to try to keep Felix from catching up with you. But, of course, he catches up quickly, especially in the new shoes you have on. He wraps a hand around your wrist and quickly turns you to face him.

The look in his eyes when he sees your ruined makeup and the evidence of tears on your face is enough to make more tears well up in your eyes.

“You forgot about me again, Lix…” your voice cracks and Felix pulls you into his chest, gently stroking the back of your head.

“Oh no, baby. I could never forget you. I just lost track of time, okay?” He speaks into your hair before planting a kiss on your head. You sniffle and shake your head, pulling away from him.

“You always say that. You always say you lost track of time. Felix, this was a dinner that you planned for our anniversary. This wasn’t just a random date night. Do you know how embarrassed I was when the waitress kept coming up to me and asking when you would arrive?” Your tone is sharp but you sound more defeated than angry.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I really am. How can I make this up to you? Please?” He searches your face and you let out a deep sigh.

“I just want to go home,” you reply, breathless. You pull yourself from his arms and turn to continue towards your apartment.

“At least let me walk you?” he offers, quickly matching your pace and you don’t reply. You stuff your hands in your pockets and continue to walk, an occasional sniffle heard from you.

Once you reach your apartment, you begin to punch in your code but Felix’s ring clad hand covers yours to stop you.

“Y/n. Talk to me. Please?” His voice is breathy and you feel him take a step closer to you, his body pressed against yours. You can feel his breath moving your hair and you let out a sigh.

You grab his hand off of yours and punch in your code to your door, pushing it open.

“I’ll see you later, okay? I love you,” you force out before closing the door behind you.

The next morning, you hear gentle knocking on the door and open it to be met with a delivery man who has a beautiful bouquet of white tulips.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” he speaks out and you blink at him a few times before nodding and signing the paper he is holding out to you. He hands you the flowers and you step into the house, taking a deep smell of them before you notice the note in the middle.

“I’m so sorry”

You smile at the note before pulling out your phone to text your boyfriend so you two can talk.

You hear a knock at your door in the morning and head to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole. The same delivery man as usual is stood there and offers you the paper and the box. He doesn’t even have to ask your name anymore. It honestly feels like you see the delivery man more often than your boyfriend these days.

You sigh and open the box. It’s a cake from the company down the road with “I’m sorry” written across the top. You swipe your finger across the words before popping the icing in your mouth. You hum to yourself when you realize it’s your favorite kind of cake and icing.

You set the cake down next to the wilting bouquet of daisies and the new roses you had just received, all apologies from Felix.

You sit down at the island and pull the cake closer to you before grabbing a spoon and going to town. You’re shoving the dessert down your throat and staring into space.

When did things get so bad between you and Felix? All you get is apology gifts from him nowadays. It’s always a piece of jewelry, a bouquet of expensive flowers, and now dessert. This is the first cake he has sent to you as an apology.

Maybe its because he’s apologizing for a fight that he caused… not just forgetting about a date. He had been over at your house last night and you called him out on how distant he has been and he got incredibly defensive before standing and smacking a vase off of the side table.

This was a kind of anger that you had never seen from him before and you were genuinely afraid of him in that moment. When he saw the fear on your face, he immediately tried to apologize but you just shook your head and told him to leave.

“Will I see you later?” His voice cracks as he fights back tears and you nod.

“I’ll see you later, Lix,” you affirm before shutting the door and locking it.

You feel something wet on your chin and wipe it, thinking it’s icing from the cake but it isn’t until you touch the tear that you realize you’re crying. Your tears have fallen onto the cake, effectively ruining it and you allow yourself to just break down, crying into your apology cake.

“Felix! Stop! You’re mad for no reason!” You are practically screaming at him and he crosses the room quickly, towering over where you are sitting on the couch.

“Are you trying to tell me I don’t have a right to be angry? After my girlfriend accuses me of not making her a priority?” His voice is low and he leans forward caging you onto the couch.

“Felix… s-stop. You’re scaring me,” your voice is trembling and softness covers his features for a moment before he is angry again and pushes away from you to continue pacing.

“If I scare you so much then why don’t you break up with me? What’s the point of being with someone that you can’t be honest with because you’re scared of how they’ll react?” he throws his hands in the air in frustration and you look away from him, opting to stare out the window instead.

A silence falls between the two of you and you feel Felix sit on the couch next to you. He grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, angel. I’m just… so stressed out. I don’t mean to take it out on you,” his eyes suddenly hold the same softness that you are used to and you lean into his touch.

“I know you, Lix. I know you’re busy and stressed. I appreciate you coming and talking to me on your break. You should probably get back to practice soon though,” you force a smile onto your face and he nods, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay. I’ll see you later. It won’t be too long tonight and I’ll call you when we get done to see if you’re still up, yeah?” he asks you and grabs his wallet from the coffee table and starts towards the door.

“Later,” you smile at him as genuinely as you can as he steps out the door and closes it gently behind him. You let out a sigh and look out the window.

You stopped telling Felix you loved him 3 months ago to see if he would ever tell you first. To cut to the chase, you haven’t heard those words leave Felix’s mouth in 3 months. Does he still love you? What has been the point of these last two years? What are you still even holding on to? Is love enough to save this relationship? Especially if it’s just your love?

You groan and let your head fall back on the couch when you feel your phone vibrate on your leg. You pick it up and see it’s a notification from one of the other boy’s girlfriends. You unlock it quickly and your heart drops. She had posted a picture of them at a cafe with the caption ‘my favorite days are the days he has off’. You stare at the caption for a while before locking your phone and putting it back down.

Is Felix’s lying to you? How should you confront him about this? You’re already walking on eggshells around him and this could really send him over the edge if you confront him about it…

A week later, you finally get the guts to bring it up. Your hands are shaking and you grip the counter to try to stabilize them. You look up at your boyfriend on the other side of the island and he is giggling at something on his phone.

“Can I ask you something?” you speak up and he glances at you, holding a finger up.

“Let me finish this video first,” he smiles at his phone again but the anger of being dismissed suddenly bubbles over and combines with all the pain and hurt and anger that you have been feeling lately.

“Are you cheating on me?” You ask anyways and clench your jaw. Felix’s smile slowly falls and he brings his phone down to the counter in front of him.

“Excuse me?” He raises his eyebrows at you but you don’t fail to notice him swallowing thickly at the accusation. He practically confirms it before he ever does and you let out a humorless laugh.

“I thought so. For how long?” You ask, your voice low and your grip tightens on the counter when you feel the anger coursing through your veins.

“Y/n, I’m not cheating on y-”

“Cut the bullshit, Felix. How. Fucking. Long.” You punctuate each word and lock your gaze with his. He swallows again but doesn’t say anything.

“Get out.” You state and he stands quickly, walking around the island to get to you but you take a step back.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Get. Out.” Your words are sharp and catch Felix off guard. He freezes in his tracks and just stares at you, trying to process if you’re being serious or not.

“Seriously, y/n? You’re being so delusional right now,” he takes another step towards you and you push past him, knocking your shoulder into his and head to your front door, pulling it open while he just stares out you.

“Are you seriously not going to talk to me about this? We can fix this. I didn’t mean to-”

“Get out!” You yell out and it echoes down the hallway outside of your door. Felix finally falls into motion and slips his shoes on his feet.

“Fine. You want me to leave? I’ll leave. We’ll talk about this later,” he affirms and pulls his coat onto his arms. You shake your head in response.

“No. We won’t. This is over. We’re done. We both need to stop trying to force something to work that never will,” you snap at him as angry tears begin to fill your eyes.

“I’ll wait for you to cool down, okay? I’ll see you later,” he ignores all the words that you just said and you scoff at him. He takes a step out the door and turns to face you again.

“Goodbye, Felix. Don’t contact me,” you practically spit at him and slam the door in his face.

He stands frozen for a few moments, staring at the wood. Goodbye? Did you just give up on him?

“You’re giving up on us?” he whispers out against the door, unsure if it’s to you or himself but you hear him on the other side anyways.

You clasp your hand over your mouth as the tears start to roll down your cheeks to try to prevent the sobs from escaping. You nod, although he can’t see you. As if he can see you, he sighs on the other side of the door.

“I guess this is goodbye,” his voice is breathy and you can hear a sniffle before you hear his footsteps walking away from the door.

“Goodbye, my love,” you whisper out and drop to your knees, letting the sobs rack through your body.

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[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: Expensive

*not my gif*

A/N: I have said many times before that I write what I am currently struggling with. Hence this fic. Please do not judge or leave hateful comments. Enjoy!

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“Oh, I got an email,” I say as I pull my phone out when we sit down in the hotel room. “From who?” Harry asks as he sits down on the bed next to me. “School. My cost estimation papers. So I can figure out exactly how much money I will owe them when I go back. In case you didn’t know, college is expensive.” “That sounds… fun?” he says in response. “Eh. not really. But it is usually quick. However, I want to shower and go to bed. It’s been a long day,” I say, and then scoot towards the edge of the bed to stand up. “You’re telling me,” he says with a laugh, and stands up with me. “Care if I join you in the shower?” he asks, pulling me into him. “You know I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say, and then stretch up to kiss him, before smiling and pulling away. “You have to catch me though!” I exclaim, and then sprint away.

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“Did you know that schools change their prices every year? And never in a way that means the price went down,” I ask as Harry sits down next to me. “I did not know that. Are you looking at how much you owe for school this coming year?” he asks, and I just scoff. “Yeah, I am. And it’s stupid. I’m not sure exactly how much the price was raised, but I know it did. And now, what I pull out for my private loan to pay for school is going to be higher than it has been any other year,” I say, and begin to feel my eyes watering, and make a decision that I don’t want to do this right now, not in front of Harry. “No. I’m gonna do this later, not right now. Besides, I’ve got a month and a half before I go back. This can be dealt with after the tour ends, when we’re just chilling at your house. Besides, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your concert? And I need to change into my concert outfit.” “I think you look good right now,” Harry says, closing my laptop and setting it off to the side. “Thanks H, but A I’m in biker shorts and your sweatshirt, I’m not wearing that to your show where all your fans dress up and look super cute. And B Lambert told me what your outfit looks like tonight, and I bought a dress and some boots that almost match it.” “Well why didn't you say that to begin with? Go change!” Harry says, and shoves me off the couch. “Geeze,” I say with a laugh, stumbling a bit and then going to stand in between his legs. “You haven't even changed yet. Why should I change first?” “Because if I change first I’ll have to go do the final sound check. But if I’m not ready yet then I can't go yet,” he replies, looking up at me through his eyelashes. “What if,” I start, and then choose to sit down on his lap before finishing. I get really close to him and then whisper in his ear, “we both go to the bathroom and change at the same time?” He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss, before standing up, lifting me up with him, and carrying me bridal style to the bathroom where both of our outfits are, both of us cackling the entire time.

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“Hey,” I hear Harry say from the other room as I stand in the bathroom washing my face. “Hang on, I’m almost done, I’ll be right in,” I say, and quickly rub moisturizer into my skin before flicking off the light and heading into the room part of the hotel room. “What’s up?” “Well I was thinking about how you were filling out your school paperwork earlier, and I had an idea,” he says from where he sits on the bed, his arms behind his head as he watches me walk around the room, gathering my pajamas and the scrunchie I pull my hair back with every night. “Oh yeah?” I respond, stopping at the foot of the bed and starting to change my clothes. “Yes. And it is very simple. I pay whatever you owe for school this next year,” he states, very simply, and I yank my sleep shorts up my legs, settling them on my waist. “No,” I say, walking to the edge of the bed and climbing on before (very un-sexily) crawling towards where Harry is resting, and handing him my scrunchie for him to put my hair up. “No?” he questions as he gathers my hair into a ponytail. “No. If you do that,” I start, and pause to move when I feel him stop messing with my hair, coming to sit next to him on the bed. “If you do that, then all of your fans and everyone in the world will think I am only with you because of your money if it gets leaked that you did that. I don’t want to live with everyone hating me,” I say, and Harry sighs and pulls me into his arms. “Besides, one day when we get married,” I continue, not wanting him to think I’m telling him no forever, “if we get married, my debts will be your debts and we’ll both owe shit tons of money to various places in the United States. And you can help me pay them back.” Harry chuckles and pulls me into him. “Okay. I’ll take that offer. But,” he says, and pulls away so he can look me in the eyes as he says it. “But, I want to do your monthly payments on your private loans. I mean you said that they aren't that much anyway, and this way I am helping you out in some way. I love you, and I hate seeing you so stressed out about money, when I have enough to help you out,” he tells me, and then pulls me in for a kiss. I smile into our kiss and when we pull away I laugh a little. “I love you. Thank you for being willing to do this for me. But maybe we don’t tell many people. Just those who need to know, like Jeff, and your mom and Gem. I’m still worried that your fans, and other people out there, will just think I’m a gold digger if it gets out that you pay for some things for me,” I tell him and he nods his head in agreement. “Need-to-know basis. Got it,” he says, and pulls me in for another kiss. “Babe, I love you,” I say when we pull away. “But I’m also exhausted. Are you ready t o go to bed?” “Yes, of course. Let’s go to sleep,” he says, and then pulls the covers up to where they are covering us, before lying down and pulling me into him.

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“Okay,” I say a few days later, sitting in the dressing room in Warsaw with Harry. “I have officially finished this step of filling out paperwork for school, and finished the first step I can do for filling out a loan request for what is left to be paid for the year.” I close my laptop and stand up, walking over to my bag is and placing my laptop inside. “What happens then?” he asks from the bathroom where he is messing with his hair. “Then, once it is approved, I have to fill out more paperwork for the school to show that I am accepting the award information,” I tell him as I walk toward where he stands in the bathroom, leaning on the doorway and just watching him. “Award?” he asks as he finishes messing with his hair and turns towards me, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch, sitting down and then pulling my legs to rest over his lap. “Award is what they call any amount of money I’m “given” so to say. So when it goes through the school and they say “yeah she needs this money”, then I’ll get an email where I have to accept the money, and then I’ll be done for the summer. When school starts the loan company will disperse my loan to the school, and then I start making monthly payments of interest on it.” “I, start making monthly payments on it,” Harry says, exaggerating the I. “Righ, you start making monthly payments. Right now my other three are only about $70 a month, but with the addition of this one it will be around $95-100. Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him, reaching my hands out to take his in mine from where they had been rubbing at my calves. “Yes, I’m sure. I want to help you. Besides, $100 is chump change to me honey,” he replies, and then pulls me into a kiss. When we pull away, we just rest our foreheads together and enjoy the other’s presence.  After a few minutes there’s a knock at the door, and Jeff peeks his head in. “Hey guys,” he says as I lean back to the other end of the couch. “H, you have ten minutes to places. Y/N, we should probably head out to the seating area.” “Oh, okay. I’ll be right out,” I tell him, and Harry nods his head, a signal that everyone has come to know as “you got it”, so Jeff ducks back out of the room. “You’re gonna do great tonight bubs,” I say to Harry as I scoot closer to him, and then climb onto his lap. “Just like you do every night.” I lean forward and kiss him, and he grabs onto my hips, keeping me from pulling away. “H,” I whisper, slightly out of breath from the kiss, as he starts to kiss down my neck. “H, I have to go out to my seat.” He sighs and kisses me on the lips one more time, before letting go of my hips. “Go, before I cancel the show and just take you back to the hotel room,” he says, playfully shoving me off of him. I stand and grab my phone from the coffee table, and my VIP lanyard off the vanity, before heading for the door. “I love you. And I’m thankful for you. Break legs tonight baby,” I say, and blow him a kiss before heading out the door. As I close the door behind me I see Jeff standing there shaking his head. “I thought I was going to have to come pull you out of there,” he says as I walk up next to him. “Oh shut up, dad,” I say, voice completely laced with sarcasm. “Let’s go watch this concert.” He laughs and throws an arm around my shoulders as we walk out into the crowd.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

I wondered what would happen if heroes were stuck in a town without villains, and this is the result:

The Fakers

At the Hero Agency, the open space was silent. The clock alone was ticking the seconds away, although they seemed more like minutes for the three heroes inside. Only their suits added a touch of color in the gray room. It was a sunny day, but their expressions were as stern as their office. Settled behind their laptops, they frowned, scrolling furiously and refreshing the live news stream. Sometimes, they asked each other:

“Do you have something? Anything?”

Since they all checked the same sites, the answer was always negative. They couldn’t help, though. They kept asking. Suddenly, Hero 1 yelled:

“Hey, come and see this!”

The others jumped out of their seats, rushing to them:

“Something new?”

“A robbery?”

“A kidnapping?”

“A storm coming?”

“No! A cat video!”

Well, it was better than nothing. Everyone pressed around the screen to see the kittens. One minute and a half of glorious amazement later, they all turned back to their places, sharing embarrassed smiles.

During the next hour, a phone rang in Hero 2's pocket. They weren’t allowed to answer them in the office, but it was a long time that didn’t matter anymore. Without showing it, the others listened rapturously to every laconic answer Hero 2 made. After she hanged up, another asked innocuously:

“Everything’s all right?”

She raised her head as if it weighted too much for her neck:

“Hmm? Yes, yes. That was my sister Superhero, from the capital. She just fought Villain in hand-to-hand combat. She’s fine.”

“Oh. That’s good, then.”

“Sure.”

There was a tense silence. Everyone went back to their computers, and jumped when she hit the table with her fist:

“Damn it, why am I stuck in this office? I’m a goddamn loser!”

The other heroes glanced at each other nervously and didn’t answer, but she wasn’t finished:

“I can fight Villains just as well as her! I went to the same academy! I trained just as hard!”

Hero 3 tried to defuse the situation:

“We know, Hero 2. You fought so well during Supervillain’s attack-”

“That was two years ago!”

“Because...err..because we made such a good job Villains are scared to come here now?”

“No, damn it! It’s because that city is so bloody little no one is interested in taking it over! No building to explode, no rich people to kidnap, and I bet the bank only has pocket change! Nobody cares about us!”

No one replied. She was right and they all knew it.

“That’s not that bad,” tried to plead Hero 1. “I mean, if we were in the capital, we would see catastrophes and dead people every day. Isn’t this a reasonable price for peace? I-”

Hero 2 turned to face them, roaring:

“What about the money, Hero 1? What about the fucking money? We don’t find a villain to fight, the agency will cut our salary completely, and the health insurance. Do you have another safe job in mind, in this economy? I think not!”

Hero 1's gaze snapped to the floor.

“She’s right,” said Hero 3 in his soft, low, sad voice. “My daughter will get to college next year. I don’t know how to tell her that I might not have the money.”

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” asked Hero 1 mournfully.

“If we keep wallowing, yes,” riposted Hero 2, knotting her fingers together. “But the academy has taught us not to give into despair. There must be something we can do.”

“No, not we, that’s the problem,” interjected Hero 3. “We just – we need a villain.”

“You have a list, Hero 1, don’t you?”

“Yes. I know who are the closest to us, and what crimes they have done. But you don’t suggest-”

Hero 2 stood up and paced the room, stopping just to look at them:

“I’m just saying! We’re out of options. Not all Villains do a lot of damage. If we set a trap for one to come here, it’ll be a good action, right? We’d be stopping them. That’s our job. We catch one, we make them promise to stay in town and not to hurt citizens, we let them go, rinse and repeat.”

The two others exchanged a glance. Hero 1 bit their lip, but as they were about to talk, Hero 3 shook his head:

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We don’t know the harm we can bring into the city.”

“Think about your daughter!”

“Lots of people here have a daughter. I couldn’t sleep at night if I hurt one of them. I’ve not become a hero to do this.”

He crossed his arms, on the defensive. Hero 2 stepped towards him, with a pleading smile:

“At least let’s take a look at them. Just a little peek at the list. We have to inform ourselves anyway.”

Hero 3 grimaced, but he went along when the two others came to see the list on Hero 1's computer.

“Oh, look at this gal! Only specialized in robberies, lives only 50 km from here.”

“Nah, read ahead,” protested Hero 3. She killed one hostage once.”

“Okay, fine,” sighed Hero 2. “What about this guy? He didn’t do much. Just kidnapped the mayor of his town once. I mean, who can blame him ? The man is nasty.”

“Yeah, but after that he kidnapped his eight-year-old boy to make a point. Pass.”

“If you nitpick like that, we’ll never find anyone!”

“You call this nitpicking? Anyway, what would you do to make them come here? Write a letter? “Dear Villain, come to wreck shit in our town so we can be paid, please don’t denounce us, signed Very amoral heroes?” That doesn’t make sense!”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Hero 3 hesitated.

“Maybe we should write a letter to the agency,” he proposed. If our job is done, maybe they’ll relocate us to a bigger town.”

“Do you know the rent there?”

“Maybe we can replace heroes who were wounded or something to begin with.”

Hero 1, who played with their pen during their conversation, suddenly threw it in the air with an exclamation of triumph. The pen hit Hero’s 2 shoulder, who yelped indignantly and encased it in ice with a snap of her fingers.

“I’ve got it!” yelled Hero 1, turning towards their colleagues with a huge grin. “Replace, that’s it!”

Opening a file which contained their schedules, they pointed at the others, adding:

“Heroes, meet our villains!”

Hero 2 and 3 looked at their finger designating them and exchanged a glance.

“You mean... we turn evil?”

“Listen to me. We can’t trust Villains to do the right evil thing. But we do, right? We know this town. We never patrol at the same time. While one of us do the heroing, another pretends to be a new villain in town. We train between each other, so we’ll have no problem fighting for show.”

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence.

“Can we do it?” wondered Hero 2, griping her elbows. “I mean, we’re heroes. Do we have what it takes?”

“I’m sure we can be whatever we want to be, replied Hero 1 reassuringly. Look at your willingness to throw away citizens' safety for yourself! That was very evil.”

Hero 2 blushed:

“Aw, you only say that.”

“I mean it! You’d be perfectly vicious!”

“My, that- that means a lot. You too, you’d be a really good evil mastermind.”

“Aw, thanks. And Hero 3 here was ready to destroy our plans at every turn! Just like a villain. Plus, at the last break, he ate the next doughnut.”

“I didn’t mean it!” he gasped, turning red.

They all looked expectantly at him.

“Nobody is coming to rescue us,” slowly said Hero 2, smirking. “Sometimes you have to be your own Villain.”

Hero 3 sighed and crossed his arms:

“I can sew,” he mumbled. “I’ll make us new costumes.”

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Back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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[lambsouvlaki]

Happy holidays! Can we get some Jay Andy and Sophie Christmas fluff pleaswe? Maybe all of them doing a family date at a Christmas tree farm or decorating their tree? I love your dad fics on such a personal level hehe

Thanks!

Thanks for the fun request, anon! I really enjoyed this one, I hope you like it.

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Andy strolled back into the living room, sweeping up one of Sophie’s plush toys from the ground on her way to Jason, who was standing in front of the Christmas tree with his hands on his hips. He was in fluffy socks, cargo pants, and a hideous festive sweater. He assessed the magnificent tree like a worthy foe. 

Andy was more interested in the plush. It was a gangly elf in a green jerkin and pixie boots, red hat, and a little yellow belt and collar. Sophie had clumsily scribbled a domino mask over the eyes in marker.

“What was it like working for Santa?” Andy asked seriously. 

“Hm?”

She showed him the toy. 

Jason cackled. 

“For Christmas, little Jimmy, you get Justice,” he said in his best Dark Knight rumble.

“Holy milk and cookies, Batman!”

“Damian will hate that so much, remind me to take a photo later,” he said, then turned back to the tree.

She watched him detangle one of the tinsel ropes and rearrange it to his standards. He was taking this very seriously. 

Christmas back when they were just dating was never this big an affair. That first year she placed his present on the kitchen bench beneath a single pine cone. He got her a better antivirus for her laptop. Neither thought anything of it. 

But they weren’t just going out now. Not just two friends who fell in love, two dorks who hid their faces in each other’s shoulders on bad days, and giggled themselves to sleep over stupid jokes. He wasn’t just the guy who got her pregnant, either. 

She watched Jason pout over the exact placement of a bauble. 

That was her family now. 

Weird. 

She put elf robin down and slowly attached herself to his side. He put his arm around her shoulders, holding her in place, while still focusing on the tree. 

It was a real beauty.

She couldn’t get the time off work to go down to the farm to pick it, so Jason and Sophie went alone. The two-year-old only kind of knew what was going on but was very excited to be going on an important mission with her current favourite person. 

Andy pretended she wasn’t disappointed at missing out. She didn’t even know why she cared, the idea had never been very interesting before.

They brought back a massive douglas fir that made the most of the apartment’s high ceilings. She was gobsmacked at the size and laughed at the sight of Jason in a Santa hat hauling it out of the freight elevator. Sophie cheered and stamped her feet with excitement. Decorating it took half the day and Sophie drifted off to sleep on his shoulder halfway through. 

Jason started undoing the tinsel again. 

“What’s going on, babe?” Andy asked. 

“Not enough gold on this side,” he replied. “And that line of red baubles is too uniform. And there’s not enough tinsel.”

She looked around. There was tinsel everywhere. They were going to be vacuuming up sparkly bits well into January. 

“And the star’s too small,” he muttered. 

“Jay.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you obsessing over Christmas decorations?”

He blinked. “I am not.”

“I’ve seen you defuse bombs with less focus.” 

He huffed a breath. “It’s my first Christmas home with you two. I want it to be special. Sophie deserves–” He ducked his head. “She deserves a good dad.”

Andy leaned her head against his shoulder. “And a good mom.”

He scoffed. “Which she has.”

“I burned the gingerbread men. You’re making me look bad.”

He scoffed again, looking away now. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’m being silly, huh?” he said. 

She frowned and wished she hadn’t joked. She hadn’t realised how important it was to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You know,” she said, haltingly, “I don’t really… have any good memories of family Christmases.” 

He looked down at her, his brow lowered. “Oh.” 

It was her turn to look away. “I’m enjoying making these ones with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He wrapped his arms around her. She rested her face on his chest. He put his chin on top of her head. 

“You’re doing great, Jay. I don’t think Soph’s ever been this excited before.”

He let out a gusty breath, and his shoulders relaxed. “Thanks, baby. I just… I want to do right by you. Both of you.”

“I know.”

He kissed her forehead. 

“Where is the little nugget, anyway?” she asked. 

He lifted a branch with his foot.

A toddler wrapped in tinsel squealed and retreated further beneath the tree. 

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[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Running thoughts

Bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 940

Fluff, mentions of overthinking

"come here" this simple two words sentence spoken by the beautiful voiced man made me raise my head and look at him. I've been sitting at the kitchen table with loads of thoughts bothering me and Sherlock was sitting on his chair, as usually. He must've noticed how I was trying to work on my 'not so workable' laptop, then switching to the chess game and later leaning on table pushing the laptop a little away from me. Nothing goes unnoticed by the detective innit?

"I'm fine Sherlock" I said, and I wasn't, absolutely not fine. My face said it all how bothered I was.

"That's good if you're fine, unfortunately you're lying and you're not feeling quite all right, I see it as I've observed your behaviour for some time now the way your..."

"I get it" I interrupted, I know how good his dedication skills are and I was in no way eager to learn it, not now atleast.

"Then I must insist you to come over here" he said softly pating the arm of his chair indicating me to sit there. I exhaled a deep breath before walking towards him.

"So?" I asked standing infront of him. He tapped the arm of his chair again, "fine".

I went to sit there, when I noticed a little space beside him and sat there instead, which caused him to shift a little to make enough space for me.

"Too much space for one person isn't it? You should share with me" I said raising my brows, pressing my lips into a thine line, trying hard not to show that I was smiling, the mischievous one.

"Very funny" he said as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer to him, "I always share with you, everything." He said softly, and his heavy voice sounded divine as one can imagine.

"That you do" I replied with a little hush, leaning on his side.

"What was bothering?" He enquired, he knew everything and he was concerned indeed.

"You know me" I replied snuggling a little closer to him, "thoughts, random thoughts, perhaps overthinking again."

He hummed in response and I wrapped an arm around him, "are you calm a bit?" He asked.

"I'm trying " I said and he embraced me tightly with both his arms, making me lean on his chest, "will I ever be okay again?"

"Ofcourse, it's not like any particular thought you're afraid of, these are all random ones, once you get busy again for example, when your university declares your exam dates, I believe you'll be fine." His tone was reassuring and I know how much he can heal me by just speaking to me. He healed me ofcourse, he fixed me when I needed to be fixed the most.

"You're stubborn " I said with a soft chuckle, "you know that?"

"Yes I do" I replied and his thumb caressed my cheek, "it's because if I wasn't stubborn, we wouldn't have been here, cuddling ".

True, if he wasn't stubborn enough on his decision to never leave me or let me leave, I would've left him long ago, for my thoughts are enough to drive me away from him, away from anyone.

"Am I that hard to deal with?" I asked, a little childishly knowing the answer would comfort me again.

"Yes" he said and I raised my head, I wasn't expecting this one.

"What? I thought you'd say 'no ofcourse not honey' but look at you" I mimicked the sentence I expected to hear and stared at him with furrowed brows.

"But you can be sometimes a little.... difficult" he was just being honest and I'm not sure how I felt about that, "but if you were easy to deal with, you would've been anyone's, I don't think I would've had chance with you, but you're unique yet simple, that's what drawn me to you, you're definitely one of a kind yet simple, every quality makes you different, what I'm trying to say is no matter what you do you'll always be the one who's simplicity I'm attracted to, who's uniqueness I find endearing, and who's cuteness..." he pinched my cheek saying that, "I love, I love you, alot".

I smiled, I mean who wouldn't? When someone confesses their love like that.

"I love you too Sherlock, you've done alot for me, forgive me if I shout at you saying you did nothing ". Because when I shout I don't mean anything I say, I just yell with anger and frustration.

"I know, I don't let those words hurt me, because I've got my doll here with me" we cuddled even more, he placed a kiss on my head and we sat there embracing each other until we heard Mrs Hudson calling from downstairs,

"Sherlock, Mr Chatterjee is going upstairs."

We both sat straight,

"Chatterjee?" I whispered to him, "the one you caught Mrs Hudson meeting with?"

"Let me ask her" he said going near to the door, "is he a client?" He yelled asking the question when the door opened a little and a middle aged man politely said, "yes sir it's me, I need your help".

"Well then this is the right address to come to I believe" replied Sherlock and I got up letting him sit on his chair and listen to the fascinating story of Mr Chatterjee, what a wonderful case must be awaiting for him.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock fanfic #sherlock x y/n

[exist4me]

Fun Night

Hi! This is my first smut. Feedback would be appreciated. Please ENJOY :)

cw: smut, p in v, praise, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up always). 18+ minors DNI.

wc:2.2k

You and Adebayo decided to stay late at the video store headquarters to figure out how the butterflies are getting the raw amber fluid. It's a few minutes past 2 am when Ads decided to go home to her wife.

“I’m done for the day, Keeya hasn’t seen me since yesterday and she's getting worried. I'll see you later.” she said exhaustedly. 

“Alright. Tell her I said hi”

“OKAY! Don't stay here too late and get some rest” Ads said before leaving. 

You sighed heavily realizing how crazy it is that five people versus an alien invasion. I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit you thought. You got up to refill your coffee and got back to work.

It was 3:30 am when you heard the front door opening.

“Did you forget something Ads?” you asked without looking up from your laptop.

“Um no I didn't and since when do you call me Ads” you heard a deep voice reply.

You looked up to find Adrian standing by the door in his full Vigilante costume.

“Dude I never call you that, I thought you were Adebayo. Why the fuck are you here at 3 am?” you asked slightly annoyed due to the lack of sleep,

“No need to be rude. I was bored so I thought I would patrol with Peacemaker but he's asleep so here I am. Why are you here at 3 am all alone in the dark with just a lamp on like some cartoon villain?” Adrian said sarcastically as he sat across from you.

“Shut up. I'm doing research. Trying to figure out the butterflies food source”

“Any luck?”

“None” you sighed

Adrian took off his mask and placed it on the desk. He took his glasses out of his pockets and placed them on his face. You're not sure what possessed you or if it's because of the lack of sleep to say the words coming out of your mouth.

“ You’re really fucking cute Adrian.” you blurted out.

“Uh- what?” he nervously laughed while his face turned bright red.

“Yea the whole glasses and vigilante thing is really hot”

“Umm, t-t-thank you. I think you’re really fucking hot too. Like the first time I saw your face at Fennel Fields with Peacemaker, I was like fuck this girl is a goddess and then I saw your body and the way you fight and I was like damn I gotta fuck her RESPECTFULLY of course.” Adrian rambled on.

You chuckled at what he said. You got up from your desk and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. He sat there looking up at you with the softest eyes, fidgeting nervously in the chair.

“Get up Adrian" you said softly.

He slowly stood from his chair, now towing over me. Looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Do you wanna kiss me?" He looked at me dumbfounded and nodded.

"I need to hear the words Adrian. I want your full consent"

"Ye-" his voice cracked. Clearing his throat he said yes with a deep raspy voice.

You tiptoe to reach face-to-face. You can feel his breath on your face when you close your eyes to kiss Adrian for the first time. It started off as a chaste peck then he pulled you closed by the waist and wrapped his arms around it. You placed your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies tightly together. You bit his bottom lip for him to open up. He gasped softly which gave you the opportunity to place your tongue in his mouth. Adrian groaned into your mouth. His tongue started to aggressively take control over yours. Our tongues danced gracefully together in a heated battle. He continued to deepen the kiss while his hands moved from your waist to grip your ass. You whimpered as your hands drag down to his chest fisting his Vigilante suit, you can feel his quick heartbeat. You slowly pulled away, taking a deep breath. Adrian’s hands cradled your face as you both breathe heavily and desperately together. Your body is on fire with want, yearning for Adrian to do more.

After such a deep and lustful kiss, his thumb stroked your cheeks slowly moving toward your swollen lips. He's eyeing your lips with a newfound dark desire as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to lick the tip of his thumb and he slowly pushed it past your lips into your mouth. You sucked on his thumb, moaning around his finger as he looked at you with half-lidded lust-filled eyes. The change in Adrian’s facial expression while sucking on his thumb has made you realize you would do anything for him at this moment. He would ruin you for anyone else, no one can compare to how he is making your insides feel with a mere kiss. You longed for more.

"Look at you suckin’ on my thumb like a good slut. You want something bigger hmm?" You whined around his thumb giving Adrian a timid look. " I know my pretty girl needs more. I wanna see those full lips wrapped around my cock" he said breathlessly. He slowly dragged his wet thumb out your mouth with a pop trailing the finger down your chin to the middle of your throat. He firmly wrapped his hand around your throat. You whimpered desperately for more of his touches. 

"But that's for another time. Right now I wanna make you feel good. I need to know how that pretty pussy tastes. I need to feel you cum all over my face before I die. Please can I? Can I do this for you?" Adrian pleaded. 

“Yes please do anything, as long as you continue to touch me” you begged.

Adrian gently pushed you onto the desk. Kneeling before you he took off your footwear and pants. He looked up once more wordlessly asking for permission. You nod. His warm hands touch your calves as he softly kisses each leg. He held your knees firmly as he spread your thighs widely apart. You can feel his hot and heavy breath at your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second as you clenched around nothing preparing for him to touch you more.

He lets out a deep breath murmuring” fuck babe you smell so good”

You feel his warm mouth on your clothed cunt, licking you through the material of your panties. Your eyes closed as you let out a loud whimper.“ Fuck…. more Adrian”

His adorable eyes behind those glasses look up at you. ”Beg me for more” he demanded in a husky sensual voice.

You whined before pleading to him.

“Please fuck me with your tongue sir. I'll be a good slut for you just please make me cum. I'll do anything. I just-I just need you”

Adrian took a deep breath. He takes his glasses off. You can feel his hands tighten against your hips. He slowly pulls your panties down and off you. He whispers “fuck” as he comes face to face with your bare cunt. It didn't take long for him to put his mouth on your pussy. He’s licking, slurping and kissing your bare wet cunt as you moan loudly with no care in the world. Your hips jerk up as he firmly holds your thighs pressing his face deeper into you. Your entire body is burning up, and you feel a tight knot in your core. Adrian moans and groan into you as he continues to lick and suck at your clit messily. You pull his hair bringing him as close as humanly possible.

“I’m gonna-fuck Adrian, sir please I’m gonna cum” you moaned. The tight knot in your core comes loose. You feel this intense pressure burst as you cum all over his face.

“Fuck. This feels so good. Adrian, fuck you’re amazing” you scream out.

He raises his head, and you can see the bottom half of his face wet with your release. You feel your face heat up suddenly, embarrassed. He looks at you amazed, grinning like he accomplished a great feat. it’s cute you thought.

“Fuck babe that was sexy. I wanna see you do that again on my dick. You look so pretty when you cum. All tired and fucked out. I bet you get really cock drunk too. Fuck you got me so hard right now. I need to see you cum again” 

Adrian quickly stripped out of his vigilante suit and his underwear. You're left staring at his thick, long dick with the tip red leaking precum. You lick your lips subconsciously as more precum seeps out of his cock. Adrian notices your desperate look.

“You wanna taste me? Hmm? I know you wanna suck me off but I can’t wait. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I could give you a little taste. Open up for me princess. Lemme treat you.” He takes two fingers and gathers some of his precum. You open your mouth widely for him to place his fingers into your mouth. He tastes like manly musk and desire. 

Adrian smiled at you arrogantly.” you're such a whore for me aren't you” you nod

“I wanna hear your words princess”

“Yes sir I'm your whore” you murmured

You strip out of your t-shirt and bra as Adrian placed himself between your spread legs. His eyes are focused on your tits. You took one of his hands to grope your breasts. He played with your pointed nipples between his fingers. Moaning you took the back of his head, directing him to suck on your tits.

“Fuck babe you have the best tits in the world. I wanna bury my face in it forever”

You laughed at Adrian's statement. “ you can do that after but right now I need you to fuck me now please.”

“Oh fuck yea!” he chuckled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

He tapped his heavy thick cock on your clit a few times before spreading your lips to lube up his cock with your wetness. Your hips jerk while your heated cunt clenches around nothing. Adrian watches you intensely as he places the tip of his cock into your tight cunt. He slowly moved inch by inch. You moaned, grabbing his biceps as he stretches you out, he continued to move but stopped when you flinched. He asked, “are u okay?”

“It’s okay keep going, you're just big and it's been a while” you reassured him.

He moved another inch, and finally, he was fully inside. He was a snug fit inside your pussy.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight. I need a minute. Shit, it’s so warm and wet. I might cum fast. I'm not kidding, your pussy is literally perfect. I can stay here for days.” Adrian murmured.

“Heh honestly, I might cum fast too. Just fuck me fast it’s getting late”

“As you wish princess”

He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back into your wet heat. You clenched around him as you felt his thick cock drag along your walls. You moaned loudly as he thrust deeply into your cunt. You feel Adrian leave wet sloppy kisses along your body. As he thrust into you, your tits bounced as he picked up the speed. The dark room is filled with the wet sounds of your body and skin slapping against each other as Adrian fucks into your bare cunt.

“Look at you taking me so well princess. That tight pussy is filled with me. Fuck you’re soaking my dick.” You moaned as he continues to fuck you and play with your clit.

“Fuck  Adrian, baby you feel so good. Keep fucking my pussy please. I’m gonna cum!” you cried out. You stared at each other breathless as he grinds into you. He holds one of your legs across his shoulders as he hits your sweet spot. You feel yourself go limp as the pressure in your core begins to burst.

“There? Right there? I know baby it feels good? Lemme fuck you dumb” he moans out. No words was coming out of your mouth, just delirious sounds as he fucks you senseless. You whine as he speeds up slamming into your spot. You come undone, the dam burst as you cum all over Adrian wetting his lower regions.

“fuckkk “ you whined

Shortly after Adrian snapped his hips so deep into you as he cums into your bare cunt flooding your heart. He lets out a loud groan finishing in you. He continues to gently thrust into you, slowly coming to a stop. You milk the last of his orgasm as you guys stood still breathless. Your pussy twinges as he slowly pulls out of you. You whined as your pussy is still sensitive. Adrian’s eyes are fixated on your cunt leaking his cum.

“Fuck I wanna take a picture of your pussy. It looks so pretty leaking like this. Can I please?” Adrian begged.

“What? fuck no that’s like second date stuff.” he pouted. You chuckled at his cute expression. You got off the desk to search for your clothes. 

“Dude, it's like 5 in the morning. We gotta leave before the others get here.” you and Adrian hurriedly redress before leaving headquarters. He walked you to your car.

“So…” he stated

“So…?”you asked

“Will this be like a regular thing or not? Cause I think we make good sex together” You laughed at Adrian. What a weird thing to say you thought.

“Yea maybe after missions. I don't know we’ll see. Also don't speak a word of this to Peacemaker or you're never getting this pussy again. Understand?”

“Understood,” he said. You guys parted ways to meet back later for a team meeting later in the day. As you reached your apartment you realized that you couldn't find your underwear.

“Fuck” you whispered. You assumed Adrian was the type to take a souvenir so you weren't too worried about it. 

The entire 11th street kids were in the middle of a meeting when Harcourt found your underwear under her desk.

“What the fuck is this?” Harcourt yelled.

You kept a straight face but you and Adrian made eye contact before he started stuttering an answer. Which resulted in you kicking his foot under the desk and him yelling out your name. Now everyone including Murn knows you and Adrian fucked. The meeting ended with Peacemaker laughing and asking about your sex life.

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[jerzwriter]

Stress Reduction

Thank you to Anonymous for this 3-word ask: Tobias, Casey, Labcoat. I have no idea where you wanted me to go with it, but damn, my mind automatically went smutty. lol Not a bad thing because I haven't written smut in a while, and this was a fun little foray back into it. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you!

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Words: 1,400 Rating: Explicit Warning: Sexual content - it's not super, super explicit, but it's explicit enough - so, yeah. Warning. lol Summary: It's been a long, difficult day at work, and Casey desperately needs a little break. Tobias doesn't get the message at first, but he quickly comes around. A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 14 - Comfort

He probably would have griped about how late it was if he had any idea of the time. Boston had gone dark around him as he sat in his office, now illuminated solely by his desk lamp, but Tobias had been too busy to notice. If his caseload wasn’t enough, the amount of paperwork insurance companies required just to keep his patients alive... he sat back for the first time in hours, rubbing his eyes with frustration... then quickly returned to his work. After all, he wanted to get home sometime today.

A bit later, a knock on the door startled him, but not enough to take his attention away from what he was doing.

“It’s open,” he yelled, not looking to see who had stepped in.

“Hey,” Casey smiled, leaning on the closed door behind her, a mix of exasperation and exhaustion intermingled on her face. But Tobias’s face brightened the moment he heard her voice. If there was one thing that could pull him away, she was it.

“Hey, yourself,” he smiled, finally looking at the clock. “Jesus, how did it get this late! I’ve been so busy, and I’ve barely seen you today.”

“I know,” she said, collapsing into the chair before his desk. “It’s been insane. They’re short staffed in the ER, so on top of our workload, I’ve been down there half the day.”

“Well, that sucks. But I’d kill to be in the ER. Between that and filling out all these precerts and appeals, I’d take the ER any day.”

“Yeah, at least there’s action there,” she smiled.

“Any chance you’ll be wrapping up soon?”

“Not as soon as I’d like,” she sighed. “I’m waiting on results for a few patients, and I’d like to stay until I have them in hand.”

“Well, you’re free to hang out here with me until they do,” he replied, a tired smile on his lips as he turned back to his computer.

“I’m glad you said that because... I need a favor.”

“Sure... what do you need a consult?” he asked.

“Not exactly...”

“Want me to pick up some of your DT cases so you can return to the ER?”

“No. Not at all. I’ve got that under control.”

“Then, what do you need?” He asked, unaware of the bemused look on Casey’s face as he continued to focus on his laptop. Casey flipped it closed and met his stunned expression with a coquettish grin.

“Dr. Carrick, what’s happened to you? There was a time when saying I needed a favor would have led to all sorts of suggestive innuendo...now... this?”

That earned a genuine smile, and his old swagger returned. Leaning back in his chair, he swiveled slowly from side to side. “Have I mentioned it’s been a long day? This appallingly appropriate behavior thing is completely out of character for me.”

“Well, thank God for that," she laughed.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what would you like me to do for you?”

“Tension,” she sighed. “I am so tense... and I need... a release.”

“Oh,” he smirked, a far too pleased look on his face. “So... a neck rub? Shoulder rub, perhaps... do you think that would help.”

Casey leaned over the desk, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a seductive gaze. “That... would be a good... start.”

Tobias quickly cornered his desk, and Casey eagerly took his extended hand and rose to her feet. In a motion so smooth, she barely knew it occurred, he spun her around. His chest rested firmly against her back as he brushed her hair to the side; shivers went down her spine as he placed a tender kiss on her freshly exposed skin. Those shivers multiplied when his strong hands began kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders. Surrendering to the bliss his touch provided, Casey melted against him as a low groan escaped her.

“You like that, sweetheart,” he breathed in her ear, tugging her earlobe between his teeth before continuing. “Is this helping at all?”

“It’s... it’s a start,” she gasped, heat rising within her as she felt his hands on her waist.

“Well, if I’m going to provide you with expert care, I’ll need to rid you of this lab coat.”

With that, the coat fell to the floor beside Casey’s feet, at least for a moment, for Tobias spun her around once more, quickly lifting her onto his desk. She hadn’t a moment to reply as his lips consumed hers, his hands deftly unbuttoning her silk blouse. His hands already on her breasts, his thumbs taunting her nipples through the delicate lace of her bra.

“Is this better?”  

Words were hard to come by, but Casey wasn't about to let him win this easily. With every nerve in her body pulsating and her mind turning to mush, she pushed through to reply.

“You... you’re getting there,” she said with an alluring gaze that set him aflame.

An animalistic groan rumbled deep in his chest, reverberating against Casey's breasts as he passionately kissed her, one hand entangled in her long, blonde hair, pulling her closer to him, the other rolling her nipple between his fingers as he eeked out her ecstasy. Her head fell back, and his steaming kisses moved to her neck, her chest... his hand had moved lower, lifting her skirt and pushing her underpants to the side. Each one of Casey's whimpers a symphony to his ears as his fingers glide through her soaked folds. He gently bit down on her nipple as he nimbly moved inside her. She lifted her hand to her mouth to cover a scream.

“I’ll take it this is better, then?" He teased, his pride growing by the moment as he took in her trembling body.

Attempting to keep her composure, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.

“I’ll be better when you’re inside me,” she mewled.

Tobias raised a brow, his thumb circling her clit as his index and middle fingers moved in and out of her with ease.

“What,” he taunted. “This isn’t enough for you?”

Casey was done playing. Grabbing his lab coat's lapels, she pulled him against her, her lips slamming into his with a bruising kiss. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants with ease, she smiled when she felt them drop to his ankles.

Breathlessly pulling away, it was now her turn to tease him. “You know what I want, Dr. Carrick.”

Taking his erect cock in her hand seemed to immobilize him. She gruffly stoked him, base to tip, before moving him against her wet core.

"You still with me?" She smiled mischievously as he looked at her with his familiar smirk.

“This will have to be a quickie."

“I have full faith that we can make that do. Now, Tobias. Now, get to work!"

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, rendering her silent as he slammed inside her.

They both surrendered, moaning with relief as he moved inside her, her hips bucking off the desk to meet his every thrust.

“Did you lock the door,” he half chuckled, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

“Too late now,” she began to laugh, but word escaped her when his hand slipped between them, roughly toying with her swollen clit.

Casey's wails filled the room. "Oh, God, that’s just....”

“That’s just what,” he demanded, doubling his pace; the papers he had worked so diligently on all evening fell to the floor with each violent thrust.

“It’s just...” she puffed, "It’s just...”

“Just?”

If Tobias wanted an answer, he'd have to settle for her body's reply because her words were completely lost. Her back arched off the desk, greedily pushing against him to maximize her pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, the room seemed awash in an amber glow as she bit into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming.

Every muscle in Tobias's body tensed as beads of sweat dripped off him. The feel of her teeth biting his flesh and her body clenching tight around his throbbing cock put him over the edge. A loud curse escaped him as he exploded inside her, his body thrashing as he found his release.

His weight was heavy on top of her as he tried to catch his breath, and she lovingly stroked the back of his head, placing small kisses on his neck. She felt him smile against her when she began to giggle.

“What are you giggling about?"

“I'm just thinking I’ll have to leave you a five-star review, doctor.  Your stress reduction techniques are unparalleled.  Of course, they seem to have helped you as much as they have me, but that's beside the point.”

Tobias rose to his elbows, a playful grin on his lips.

“I’m happy to practice this technique anytime you need me, darling."

"If I had you do that, we'd never get any work done."

After a quick kiss, they helped each other get dressed... rumpled lab coats and all.

“Now go get those lab results, and let’s get the hell home," he ordered. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

"Oh, yes, you are," she smiled, garnering a bewildered stare.

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded. "When we get home, I'm going to use my special stress reduction techniques on you."

Tobias nodded with delight. "Then go get those labs because I can't wait to let you begin."

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[hero-in-waiting]

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person + character of your choice

its short...ish. some mclorne for you. evan pov.

“Major.”

Evan lifted his head away from where he had been staring at the blue lights behind the Colonel and grimaced. “Sorry, sir. I missed that last bit, what was it?”

Sheppard frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Sir?”

Sheppard leaned back in his chair. “You’re distracted. That’s weird. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Evan said, lying through his teeth because the last thing he would do was tell his CO he was daydreaming about Rodney’s eyes. “Been a long week,” he elaborated when Sheppard looked unimpressed with his answer.

Sheppard sighed. “That is has. As I was saying…”

--

Evan stared up at the ceiling, wondering when he had ended up on his back. Ronon’s unimpressed face filled his view a second later.

“You alive?” Ronon asked.

“I’m debating,” Evan said as pain began to bloom across his face.

“You’re talking. You’re fine,” Ronon said, holding out a hand.

Evan took it and he was jerked up with an ease that made him a little pissed off. But he ignored it in favor of pressing against his cheekbone. It wasn’t broken, but it was going to have a hell of a shiner.

“You’re distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Evan said, poking at his cheek once more to avoid looking over to where he could see Rodney’s handwriting warning about a broken panel that hade distracted him.

“Uh-huh,” Ronon said. “Whatever. Come on. Focus and lets try again.”

--

“Have you considered going to metrology?”

Evan frowned, looking over at Radek. “What?”

“For the clouds that your head is in. Very unusual being so low. Perhaps they can help,” Radek said, looking back down at his laptop.

“Ever consider stand up?” Evan asked, not looking at the screen with the video of Rodney ranting about something the rest of the lab techs were watching. It was from the declassification tour he was on and had gone viral. Whatever that meant.

“Bah, would be funnier in Czech so you would all misunderstand.”

“I’m sure there’s a laugh track somewhere,” Evan replied, leaning back. “We can get it put in.”

Radek shot him a look. “Shoo, Major. I am busy and your face needs ice.”

Evan rolled his eyes, and then regretted it.

--

“Major Lorne, what on God’s green earth did you do?” Carson asked, taking one look at his face and waving at him to sit down.

“Ronon,” Evan said, sitting down on the chair.

Carson tutted. “Come here, let’s see if you have a concussion.”

“I’m fine, Doc. Really. I just need some ice,” Evan replied.

Carson shook his head. “Well I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, shaking his head and beginning to mutter about idiot Major’s that needed to get their heads checked and not for the reasons they think. Evan bit back a smile, and the comment about how Carson might be spending too much with Rodney.

--

“Anything else, Major?”

Evan turned his head, aware the rest of the command staff was staring at him. “No, sirs,” he said, not even sure what they were talking about.

Woolsey peered at him over his glasses. “I thought you wished to talk about the delegation that would be arriving tomorrow.”

Evan nodded. “Right, yes, sorry, sirs,” he said, waving a hand at his face as if the black eye would forgive him of all of his sins.

Thankfully, it seemed to work and Evan grabbed his tablet and looked away from watching the gate to see if it would dial, and Rodney could come back home early.

--

The door opening had him looking up, perking up as he watched Rodney stroll through and drop his bags onto the floor with a groan.

“If I ever, ever, get the urge to do that again have me checked over for another parasite because I am not doing that again,” Rodney said, hands planted on his hips, looking tired and stressed and it was the best thing Evan had seen all day.

He stood and walked over, wrapping Rodney up into a hug his partner returned with a groan.

“Earth is stupid. Blow it all up,” Rodney mumbled into his neck.

“Cheetos,” Evan replied.

“The Cheetos can stay, everything else, bye bye.”

“Mmhmm,” Evan said, feeling Rodney’s arms tighten around his waist for a moment before they relaxed.

Rodney leaned back and looked at him, mouth opening before a frown crossed his face and he grabbed Evan’s face, carefully. “What happened to you?” he demanded.

“Training with Ronon,” Evan said, pulling back. “Already checked it over with Carson, I’m fine.”

“Your face is blue!” Rodney snapped, blue eyes worried. “In what world is that fine? I’m going to kill Ronon!”

“I’m fine,” Evan repeated, patting Rodney’s hand. “I was just distracted. That’s all.”

“Distracted by what?” Rodney asked, still looking like he wanted to commit murder.

“Missing you,” Evan said honestly, watching the way Rodney’s face went slack with shcok before he smiled.

“Really?”

Evan nodded.

“Oh,” Rodney said, looking down and away. “Well. I missed you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Rodney said, sounding bashful. “I’m glad to be home.”

Evan pulled him into another hug, feeling Rodney’s arms wrap around him tightly. “I’m glad you’re home as well.”

#tumblr fic #my fics #tv: sga #mclorne #ty for the prompt!! #evan with the black eye ftw

[musei-thoughts]

𝙈𝙧.𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧

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𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,279 𝘸.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮'𝘬𝘢𝘺 :)

Watching the ravenette part ways with a woman, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself while you waited for the old demon. 

"Well that was one hell of a date, never took you for a romantic."

Vox sighs and walks pass you, "I ain't dealing with your shit today, I was having a nice time till-"

"-Till I arrived, ey?" You cut him off, pulling him down to your level by the collar of his turtleneck.

"Lookie here Mr. voice demon, I am doing my best to find a way to break this curse on you so that you can scurry off and freely live your life!" you muttered something under your breath before aggressively released him.

You hated the man, you spent majority of your time and energy hating on the demon that you didn't know what your life would be like if he just...forgot about you.

What if you did find a way to remove the curse on him?

Would he stop being playful with you?

Would he stop coming by to your house to cook for you when you can't?

Would he stop barging in your room to tell you about William Afton and the whole FNAF lore for the the millionth time?

Would he just...

...leave you like that?

So yes. You hated him so much that you ended up loving him—his goofy laugh, the obnoxious fart noises he makes, his passion in film making, and his overall dorkiness— if that ever made sense.

"...Better hurry that up, I can't make her wait for long." He says before turning to leave.

Her?

So he did find someone.

Shit, that hurts.

As soon as he was out of sight, you bit your lower lip trying to hold back from the sudden wave of pain that came washing over you. "You're so fucking stupid Y/n."

You knew that in loving him you would eventually end up getting hurt.

And you accepted that.

But shit you didn't expect that when the time comes, it would hurt this bad.

Your heart felt heavy.

Your mind goes blank.

You're just...

So tired, of the pain.

Of how empty you are without him. Without him touching you or talking to you or looking at you with those beautiful eyes.

Without him smiling playfully at you.

Fuck.

The next week you tried avoiding him.

You barely even look at him anymore, and only talk when necessary.

"What's wrong?" Vox asked, voice so serene that calmed your troubled heart for a short moment.

'Everything.'

"Nothing." You replied.

Sneaking a glance at him while he adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, you felt a pang in your heart looking at how happy he looked.

"What's the occasion?" Asking as if it wasn't obvious, you typed away on your laptop to distract you from the pain that you felt when he replied:

"I'm heading out to buy a ring."

Well shit, the pain felt like a whole ass truck running you over.

And fuck did it hurt. A lot.

Your fingers fastened its pace on the keyboard, eyes welling up with tears.

Vox then walked to the front door, "I'll see you later, better not drown yourself in caffeine, it makes you shit." He says while he puts his shoes on.

"Yeah, good luck with getting the ring. Make sure to choose the perfect one for her." You managed to say—more likely choked out—before he left.

Thank God he didn't look back and saw your face.

...

He didn't even look back.

He didn't even bother to look back.

He was moving on....

...and this time, without you.

Despite the pain and frustration, you were more determined to get rid of the curse on him.

Now, about how Vox got cursed...

About 408 years ago, your father, who had always headbutted with the voice demon, was the one who placed the curse on him..

The two were always at each other's throat for each of their amusement.

Your father was evil, I mean, he is a demon after all.

Once your father had gotten the news of the old man Tokugawa declaring a war against the Akuma clan, he told Vox that he wouldn't stand a chance with the daimyo.

(daimyo = warlord)

While Vox had pride in his clan, he got talked into making a bet with your father. If he won the war, your father will allow him to take over your clan, the (l/n) clan.

But if Vox lost, a curse will be casted on him till the day he die or till he finds a way to somehow get rid of the curse.

What is this curse you may ask?

Whomever Vox shall marry, will suffer. It will cause sickness, pain, loss, and even death to his significant other.

At first Vox didn't think much of it, but as soon as time passed, he realized that there was indeed someone that kept his heart wildly drumming in his chest.

Now knowing that he wanted the curse gone, he took your offer to find a way to get rid of it for him.

You did that because you felt responsible. You were the daughter of the demon that caused all this after all.

It was your last mission.

To fix every damage that your old man had caused.

Including this wretched curse.

"Here. Make sure to do exactly what the damned letter says." You held an envelope out to Vox, your face blank but eyes held a distant look to them.

In the letter was instructions of how to banish the curse.

It can only be read by the cursed.

So, it was no use to try to help him from this point on.

He looked so happy and excited looking at the envelope in his grasp, his beautiful golden eyes glimmering with newfound hope.

You were so happy for him. I mean, you watched this man live for more than 400 years and he has gone through tough shit.

He deserved so much more.

So much more than what you could've given him, so much more than just being loved by plain 400 years old woman who binge watch serial killer podcasts till five am in the morning.

This man is worthy of love, care and understanding of someone who can do better.

And that someone is not you...

"Hey, are you even listening? I thought I was the only one who zones out on conversations?" You were pulled away from your train of thoughts by his chuckles.

God, you loved it when he laughs.

He peered at your face, looking for any signs of distress or anything, "Do you mind telling me what's going on that pretty little head of yours?" He smiles with a hint of worry in his voice. 

'Please don't do this to me Vox...'

"Yeah! I just remembered how immersed you were watching those documentaries about those red butt baboons." You let out a strained laugh, hoping to mask your sad tone.

"Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see you around."

As he was about to leave through the door, he glanced back at you, "See you soon." He smiled at you.

Once you shut the door close, your knees just gave up on you and you slid down against the door.

"Yeah..."

You had loved 𝙈𝙧.𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧.

With Vox:

Outside your home and in his car, Vox hesitantly rips the envelope open with his heart strumming loudly in his chest.

He reads through the letter, his brows furrowing at every word that was written.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

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