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hobiebrownbrowser · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Shy/Sweet anomaly F!Reader

Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning" 💛

"I don't know anything...I was just baking a cake, that's all I remember..." You fiddled with your fingers, your body curled up into a ball as you sat in a steel chair. It was the least comfortable but you'd have to bare with it.

You weren't lying, The last thing you did in fact remember was 'baking' a cake, setting it down only to be sucked into a void of darkness, Waking up in an unknown place. You shrugged your shoulders, Not knowing what else to say.

The man in an odd suit groaned, rubbing his temples. A sigh catching in your ears as you look up. You were met with a handsome face once he pulled off his mask, His eyes low, It was obvious he was tired just from the way he'd walked.

You realized he was getting closer to you, A gulp caught in your throat as you watch him disappear from your sight, His hands on the thin rail of the chair. You could feel his breath tickling the back of your earlobe, Your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as he leans lower.

"The only way I'm gonna get you back home is if you tell me where that portal is located." His voice was stern, but gentle, Almost drawing the answer out of you immediately. You stopped yourself from peeling, not knowing if he'd hurt your precious dimension for his own gain.

You didn't know him, he didn't know you, Yet you were here for an unknown reason. Sure you were an anomaly, but you never harmed anyone in your life. You just want peace, that's all that ever mattered to you.

You peered behind you, His eyes making you feel every ounce of small.

"I don't know..." You lied, The intense atmosphere became too much for such a well-being, A heavy sigh filling the room again as the man turns the very chair you sat on. You were scared, that was very clear in his eyes.

"Look at me, eyes up here cariño." You obliged, his face inches away from yours. The close proximity stirring something within you, your eyes peered at his lips, then back to his handsome face, Confusion and arousal flowing through you the more you studied him.

You avoided eye-contact, Ignoring the growing pool between your legs that was interfering with your thoughts. His scent lingering on your skin as he places a finger under your chin, A gasp straining from your throat as he lifts you up onto the steel table behind you.

You looked so sweet, so innocent with those beautiful eyes of yours. He couldn't hurt something so fragile, The palm of his hands caressing your clothed skin. You weren't stopping his touches, so why should he?

He got between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the cold furniture, slowly skimming his hand below the thin fabric of your skirt.

Your breathing grew shallow, your body jolting as the tip of his finger flicked your clit with such delicacy. Your panties being pulled aside as he puts pressure on your clitoris with his thumb, earning a whine from you.

"Tell me querida. You can trust me." You hesitated, His middle finger slipping past your soaked folds as you arch your back, Your cries cut short as he places his lips onto yours. You melted into his touch, your hands resting on his chest, trying to pull him closer by tugging on his suit.

You whimpered and shook from the tone of his voice, whining as he continued to drive you towards that heavenly urge with small determined swipes. Your hips languidly rocking, adding a new, delectable sensation to your clit.

"So good for me, such a pretty girl, so fucking beautiful." His praises sent chills up your spine as your whines increased in volume.

You were practically begging, repeating the same 3 phrases over and over again, his dulcet groans harmonizing with your shaky wails. He slowly circled his thumb off your swollen clit, gliding it down your slick seam.

He tilted his head down and smiled sadistically at you, two more of his thick calloused fingers forcing themselves inside of you, twisting and stretching you out. Your nails digging into his forearms as you gasp in surprise.

He hummed lowly, your pussy squelching with each delicious thrust. The speed of his fingers were antagonizingly slow, Your cunt aching for more as his pace doesn't satisfy you. Your hips grinding to find more friction.

His thumb began to press circles into your clit as his fingers curled in and out of your clenching cunt, making you moan into his mouth with each pass of his fingertips that brushed over that sensitive spot inside of you.

The shame coiling in you disappearing when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips once again. You parted them, his fingers continuing to rile you up into a babbling mess of incoherent words.

"Tell me, then I'll grant you what you want baby." The frustration was too much to bare, Tears threatening to swell in your eyes as you contemplated your next move. You wanted to give in, but what would happen to your home?

"I won't hurt your home, I just need to know hermosa." He read you like an open book, Your grip loosening on his suit as you sheepishly tell him.

Your drenched walls contracted around his fingers as his pace fastens, He could feel how badly you needed this, The wet sounds emitted in the silent room becoming louder as he teased your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he praises how much of a good girl you are, Assaulting every single desired spot that resided inside of you. Your arousal dripping onto the table as you cried out for him, not even knowing his name.

His lips were as sweet as honey, His cologne sending you into a daze as he ushers you to cum all over his fingers. You obeyed, The cutest little sounds leaving your throat as you cling tightly onto his shoulder. The warmth between your legs growing as you coat his fingers with your slick.

Your legs tremble as he digs his claws into you, A groan vibrating against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, Pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his lips, His tongue lapping up your arousal until his digits were glistening with his own saliva.

His eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your sweet aroma, finally releasing the breath he'd been holding almost the entire time.

"Me estas volviendo loco."

Author note: I RIDE HIM, SUCK HIM, LICK HIM AND FUCK HIM THEN I DUCK HIM. (I'm not sorry.)

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sluttyten · 9 months

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You In My Arms

Chapter 1: The Tourist

full masterlist || haechan masterlist || YIMA chapter index

summary: Haechan doesn’t mind being a background character in someone else’s love story as long as he gets a front row seat to the love scenes. He’s in university, still learning about himself, still exploring his sexuality, and during his last year, he finally experiences an awakening, realizing a truth about himself: he likes to watch

length: 11,045

tags: slowburn, friends to lovers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (public & in private), general perversion, smut

Haechan’s first real heartbreak happens when he’s at university.

The girl he has a giant crush on – she’s the most gorgeous girl he’s seen at their university, like a model with her perfect body that draws the attention of every red-blooded straight man on campus – kisses one of Haechan’s friends right in front of him.

It’s not a peck, not a chaste kiss, not even a kiss in a game of truth or dare (though they do play that game regularly at their small parties, at the nights at Mark’s rented house, spent drinking themselves numb after a rough week). It’s a kiss, like hands on cheeks, bodies pressed together, and the moment Haechan sees a flicker of tongue, he’s done.

“Okay, gross. We get it!” He says, and he wonders if his voice is actually as loud as it sounds in his ears. His heart is pounding, stomach lurching.

Mark, Chenle, Jungwoo, some of the others are all laughing. Haechan’s face feels slack, stomach tight, palms sweaty as he looks at the bright smile on Shotaro’s face. Haechan feels that sharp bite of jealousy in his belly as she gravitates to stay by Shotaro’s side.

He ignores it. Ignores the jealousy he feels – because he has no claim on her heart; he’s never had the guts to confess his feelings to her – as the days and weeks pass by. Haechan buries himself in other girls, fucking his way through all the girls on the dorm floor beneath his until they all know him as a manwhore and want nothing more to do with him.

Desperately looking for anything to focus on other than the moon-eyes that Shotaro keeps shooting at the girl Haechan has spent so long lusting after, Haechan turns to a little good, old-fashioned fantasy material. He uses Twitter mostly, digging up some good content to watch and jerk off to, hiding himself in his bed at the dorm, thankful that his roommate is almost never home.

His airpods, his phone, and a bottle of lube become his near-constant companions while he’s tucked away in the dorm room. It’s not a problem because he makes sure it isn’t one. He can still have sex with real women and distinguish what’s happening from the way things play out in the videos he watches online. He’s not delusional, okay?

But he does quickly learn a few things about himself. He unburies a few kinks he didn’t realize were a thing for him.

Like, getting caught jerking off by his roommate. That’s one that he didn’t realize he liked until it happened. His roommate doesn’t seem to care too much the first time he walks in on Haechan with his hand wrapped around his own cock. Even the second time, a week or two later, it’s no big deal. It happens. But when he walks into their dorm room and finds Haechan making direct eye contact with him as he cums, then it’s a bit much.

“Dude, get the fuck out,” his roommate had said, and Haechan had obeyed.

It’s awkward after that, every time they encounter each other, so Haechan begins to spend a lot more time at the house a few of his friends rent together. Their sofa is always open, sometimes a few of them let him sleep in their beds whether they’re in them or not. He still crashes in his dorm sometimes because all of his stuff is still there, and when he needs to focus on his coursework, it’s always a lot easier to get done there than at the house. But things between him and his roommate remain tense. There are many nights, he just hangs out at the house until everyone kinda falls asleep, or until they ask him to just stay the night.

This is particularly easy on nights when everyone is over at the house. Their whole friend group gathered around the living room on the floor and sofas, on armchairs and bean bag chairs. Once the alcohol comes out, Haechan knows he’ll be fine to stay the night tonight, even if it means snuggling up on the sofa between YangYang and Xiaojun, neither of which live in the house either, but who both are likely to pass out from overindulging in drinks.

Sometimes, if Haechan is really lucky, she stays the night too, folding her beautiful self onto the sofa or an armchair. He’s watched her curl up in one of the armchairs, still clinging to a half-empty bottle when she falls asleep. He’s been lucky enough to be on the sofa with her one night, her head resting on his shoulder, and his shirt still smelling like her perfume the next day.

Tonight, he watches as the party dwindles around him, as his friends that don’t live here slowly leave, until only a few people are left. She’s one of them, giggling at something Renjun’s telling her. Her eyes are shiny, dancing around the room to look at the last few members of the party – Jaemin and Jeno, both of whom live here, one of the girls in their friend group who spent the first part of the night teasing Haechan about his flubbed presentation in one of their shared classes, Shotaro, Chenle, Sungchan, and Haechan. She smiles when she meets his gaze, and his heart does a foolish little flutter.

But then Shotaro passes by, and her smile grows infinitely brighter.

Haechan loses track of her when Jaemin starts squawking about whatever game he’s just lost against Chenle, and when Haechan next looks up, she’s gone. He doesn’t see her again, so he figures she’s left for the night along with everyone else after a short while longer.

He curls comfortably on one of the sofas, dozing lightly until some sound drags him out of his dreams. A creak of floorboards, the sound of rushing water tinkling against the kitchen sink.

Haechan sits up, squinting in the dim light. It’s still the middle of the night. Who the hell is up right now?

He twists around, looking in the direction of the kitchen, and what he sees there freezes him to his core.

There she is, an absolute vision.

A vision of her in another man’s shirt.

Haechan’s fingers curl against his blanket. Jealousy turns his stomach. She’s wearing Shotaro’s shirt, the holey band t-shirt that he brought over with him from Japan, the one that Haechan and Renjun have both insisted he get rid of. She’s wearing it. And if Haechan isn’t mistaken, the shadowy mark on her neck is a hickey.

Suddenly, a lot of different things make connections in his mind.

That kiss he’d witnessed between her and Shotaro, the one that everyone had thought was just the one time kiss. The moony eyes Shotaro’s been making at her since then. And many little things from the past few weeks. Many little things from just tonight – they’d both vanished for a while earlier during the movie, but Haechan had just assumed she’d gone upstairs where some of the guys were gaming; the way they’d sat so close together for most of the rest of the evening. But mostly, the way that they’d had similar truths about sex during a game of truth or dare someone had brought up; the way she’d vanished entirely tonight, just shortly before Shotaro had turned in for the night.

He doesn’t know what he plans to do, not really. Even as he pushes the blanket off of himself, as he rises to his feet and walks towards the kitchen, Haechan doesn’t know what his next move is.

She looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide, open and innocent in the darkness, frightened even.

One of her hands drifts down to the hem of the shirt, tugging it down a little. The other holds a glass of water.

Haechan can’t help drinking the sight of her in, even if she is wearing Shotaro’s shirt. He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the doorway to look at her. Gorgeous. And her thighs are beautiful, he just wants to feel them against his hips, he wants to bite them and kiss them, feel them squeezing against the sides of his head as he –

No.

He can’t do any of that. None of that will happen with her because she’s with Shotaro in whatever capacity. And Haechan isn’t going to infringe on that no matter how he feels.

So, in the moment, Haechan puts on a brave face and decides to call her out on it. “So, you and our innocent Shotaro, huh?”

The way that she holds his gaze in challenge is truthfully very hot. He watches the way that she gulps down her water, a stray drop spilling from the corner of her mouth, trailing along her face to her jaw. Haechan struggles not to imagine catching that water droplet on his tongue, tracing it back to her lips, kissing her until she completely forgets whose bed she’s left.

And then she walks towards him, and all he can smell is her perfume or her shampoo or body wash or whatever it is, he’s just enveloped in a cloud of her. It drives him a little wild, forcing him to look away from her before he does something really stupid like kiss her. Because she’s not his to kiss; it’s Shotaro’s lips that she’s had all over her tonight because up this close, Haechan can definitely see a hickey low on her throat, almost hidden by the neck of the t-shirt.

He makes his accusation, putting it out there into the world just to see if she’ll deny it. Her and Shotaro. It doesn’t make sense, not to him. The boy is an innocent, or at least he was up until he claimed otherwise tonight. What does she see in him? How good of a lover could inexperienced Shotaro really be?

To Haechan’s surprise, she doesn’t deny what he’s figured out. She’s got a bold, sharp look in her eye, though she’s avoiding looking directly at him. She doesn’t deny a thing about his assumptions about her and Shotaro, instead she asks, in a quiet voice that crackles with a challenge, “Are you going to tell everyone?”

No, he’s not going to tell everyone. That would be really fucking stupid of him. She’d be furious, and he’d be ruining any chance of her ever wanting to speak to him again. Ruining any tiny chance that if this thing with Shotaro goes sideways, she might someday consider Haechan, even though deep down he knows that if he ever stood a chance with her, it would’ve already happened. She’s gorgeous, she’s not been celibate in the while that he’s known her, so if she’s avoided his company and has instead found herself in Shotaro’s then that’s probably where she’d like to be.

He doesn’t know what brings him to do it. Doesn’t know why he lets his arm brush against hers because the moment that he feels how soft her skin is, how warm she is, his brain short-circuits a little, and he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m just glad Shotaro’s finally made his move. He’s had a crush on you since the first time he met you.” It’s the truth, but he’s not entirely sure why he’s telling her this right now. He can remember the first day that Renjun introduced Shotaro to all of them, the way that he’d fit right in, the way that she had come in at the last minute, running late because of something to do with the campus buses. She’d been windswept and a little sunburnt, wearing a sundress with one of the straps sliding over her shoulder.

She’d been enchanting.

Apparently, Haechan hadn’t been the only one caught under her spell that day.

Hours later, after she’d left, Shotaro was sitting there, talking with Renjun, YangYang, and Haechan. He’d been pretty quiet up until someone mentioned her name, and then his eyes had lit up. It was obvious right away that Shotaro liked her, and he liked her in a different way than Haechan usually heard guys talk about her. Haechan himself was a bad example since he was lusting after her, in love with her body more than anything else. But when Shotaro talked about her he was wanting to know more about her, wanting to repeat all the things she’d said that he’d found funny; he liked her for her personality and didn’t even mention how great her tits had looked.

Haechan had assumed it was just the innocence of Shotaro, but tonight he’s seeing that Shotaro clearly harbors lusty feelings for her too.

“I thought his heart would’ve exploded that day you kissed him in front of us,” Haechan tells her, watching the way that her gaze flicks up to meet his briefly before dancing away again. In truth, Haechan’s heart had nearly burst that day too, but surely Shotaro’s had as well. It had been Shotaro’s first kiss, with the girl of his dreams. Haechan still could only wish that he and Shotaro could have switched places that day. What he wouldn’t have given to be the one kissing her in front of all of their friends, to have them all know that he’d bagged the hottest woman on campus; he wanted to be the cause for her blush; he wanted to be the one who had walked away with her at his side.

He doesn’t know what he expects from her at this moment. What her reaction would really be to him telling her that Shotaro’s had a silly schoolboy crush on her for the past year and a half, but he doesn’t expect this.

Her shoulder knocks roughly against Haechan’s, pushing by him to escape the doorway. “You should go home, Haechan. Stop crashing on their couch,” she says. She walks away, crossing the living room towards the stairs, heading back to Shotaro instead of lingering for even a moment longer to talk to Haechan.

“Yeah, yeah.” Haechan feels a new burst of jealousy, thinking about her climbing those stairs, crawling back into Shotaro’s bed, pressing herself up against him in that t-shirt. Or, even worse, maybe without it. And again, he doesn’t know why he says it when he calls out in a voice just above a whisper, “Go crawl back in his bed!”

She’s going to do exactly that.

The sight of her extended middle finger draws a laugh from Haechan, but she doesn’t look back. She climbs the stairs and vanishes from sight.

He collapses back down onto the sofa, trying to stop straining his ears for any sounds overhead. What is he trying to hear, anyway? The creaking of the floorboards? The squeak of the mattress springs as she rejoins Shotaro in bed? Or what, her waking Shotaro and them making sounds together.

A strange pit opens in Haechan’s belly, twisted full of complex knots that he can’t even begin to untangle the meaning of.

Somehow, he eventually falls asleep, though his dreams are possessed with jealous scenarios. Her face, Shotaro’s, his own. Scenarios where he gets her, only to find her taken away in Shotaro’s arms. Dreams where he’s trapped outside the room while the sounds of her and Shotaro having sex echo in his ears. He wouldn’t necessarily call them nightmares.

He doesn’t know exactly what wakes him in the morning, but something startles him awake, finding himself with a face full of bright sunlight on the sofa in the living room. His blanket is tucked up beneath his chin, and there are voices everywhere. Mainly though, he hears Shotaro’s voice, telling some story, and as the words come together in Haechan’s still half-asleep brain, he realizes that the story Shotaro is telling is a lie. An excuse for why he’s come down from his room this morning with company.

Haechan opens his eyes, catching sight of her standing on the stairs. She’s wearing her own clothes now, that hickey from the night before hidden away. He remembers one of his dreams when he’d been the one to give her that mark.

The others seem to buy the bullshit story about her being drunk, vomiting and passing out in Shotaro’s bed. Haechan hears the quiet exchange of words between her and Shotaro in a soft, lovey-dovey tone that makes Haechan want to be sick. He sees them leave the stairs, making for the door and their smooth escape, and he can’t help it. He wants to make himself known to them before they leave.

“Such a gentleman, our Shotaro.” He says, “Letting her sleep in your bed. So sweet.”

She turns her head around so quickly, Haechan would be surprised if it didn’t hurt her neck. There’s venom in her eyes, but at the moment, Haechan can’t feel the sting of it. Especially when he’s instead blinded by the bright, bright sunlight as Shotaro throws open the front door. To combat her glare, Haechan responds with a wink and a wave, though that just makes her pretty face tighten.

“You should go home, Haechan,” she repeats her parting words from the night before. “Stop crashing on their couch.”

He laughs, because what else is there to do?

She and Shotaro step out into the daylight, closing the door behind them. He laughs again, chuckling to himself as he remembers her words, the look on her face.

A pillow smacks him full in the face.

Haechan swears, bringing his hands up to ward off the possibility of a second attack as the pillow falls away. He looks up to see Renjun standing over him, glaring down at him. “She’s got a point. Either pay rent, dude, or get off our couch. Figure out the deal with your roommate.”

It’s impossible to figure things out with his roommate, but luckily, the other guy gets a girlfriend — the lucky bastard — and he starts spending all of his time at her apartment. Haechan returns to his ways of jerking off every chance he gets just so he can attempt to forget about those dreams he’s been having about Shotaro and her tangled together in bed.

Weeks pass, and he manages to do a pretty good job of avoiding them. It helps that most of his nights are spent in his own bed at his own dorm now, but even when all of their friends are together, he always manages to miss being one-on-one with her and Shotaro. Until one weekend.

The camping trip to the lake.

All day long, Haechan was tortured by the sight of her bathed in sunlight, wind blowing through her hair, her face constantly lit up with smiles and laughter. All of the girls were wearing bikinis which had been a delightful sight to his eyes, and Haechan had even found his attention drifting to a few of the guys to admire the way their muscles moved and glistened with sweat in the sunlight. But his attention kept returning to her and the way she filled out her bikini. She easily could be a model, so gorgeous that he can imagine her as one of the models on the cover of a swimsuit catalogue, a Victoria Secret runway, or a Playboy magazine.

He purposely puts himself close to her all day, though he also notices the way that she keeps gravitating toward wherever Shotaro is.

Sometimes Haechan allows himself other distractions. He wrestles with Mark and Renjun in the shallows. He plays beach volleyball with several of them. He flirts with Karina where she floats on a pool float tied to the dock. He spends a short while sunbathing on the dock with one of the girls and Xiaojun, all three of them staring up at the clouds.

And then comes the time in the early afternoon when a few of them start playing chicken. Shotaro is nowhere in sight, so Haechan takes the opportunity to ask the object of his lust if she would like to play. And to his luck and surprise, she agrees to partner with Haechan, letting him hold her on his shoulders. Her bare thighs rest over his shoulders, her fingers in his hair, and he knows it’s probably just his imagination, but he could swear he can smell her — sweet temptation tucked just beneath the scent of sunscreen and sweat and those fruity drinks Xiaojun and YangYang had been mixing up and passing out all day.

They lost the game of chicken, but Haechan didn’t even care because for those few moments he’d had her. Or at least, it had felt like he did. Her fingers had tugged at his hair as she said his name with her thighs on his shoulders. And maybe his imagination got a little carried away. It was a good thing he was up to his waist in the lake so no one could see the trouble rising in his shorts thinking about all of her sun kissed skin against his.

It wasn’t until hours and hours later, when the sun was plunging towards the horizon, when some of the other guys were busy grilling meat, that Haechan sat down beside the bright bonfire, pulling on a hoodie to ward off the chill sweeping in. Some of the others drift inside to rinse off after the day spent on the lake, the others start dinner preparations, and Haechan helps out some, mostly as a mood-maker, trying to draw laughs out of those whose faces have grown grim with hunger and irritability after being in the sun all day.

When Haechan looks across the fire after a while, he finds her sitting there. Her hair is damp, her cheeks ruddy from the sun, but she’s freshly showered, dressed warmer now. Gone is all of that gorgeous exposed skin, the bikini that had felt like nothing when he’d held her on his shoulders earlier. He watches as Shotaro passes by her, brushing his hand over her shoulders. Haechan witnesses the little grin she throws towards Shotaro as he keeps walking into the house. She makes a move like she could just follow, and Haechan’s imagination takes that and runs with it, envisioning the two of them sneaking off and fucking in the house, imagining how he could walk in….

“This is a nice break, huh?” A girl drops down into the seat beside him. She smiles, wrapping her arms around her knees as she draws them up towards her chest. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like this semester is kicking my ass.”

Haechan welcomes the distraction.

“Professor Kang especially,” Haechan agrees. He and this girl have several classes together since they’re in the same major, and the course that Professor Kang teaches is one required for the major, but if it wasn’t Haechan would have dropped it by now.

She laughs. “Kang’s class is a little rough. But I’m doing pretty well in it right now if you need any help.”

Haechan isn’t even surprised by that. The girl sitting beside him is probably the smartest in their year. She does well all the time; the professors compliment her on it in class. Haechan’s definitely sought her out before for help dozens of times since they met as freshmen.

“I might take you up on that,” he sighs, tipping his head back to look up at the sky. “But like you said, this is a nice break. I feel like this weekend we can all just relax and let loose a little.”

She’s smiling when he looks over at him. “When do you ever hold back from letting loose, Lee Donghyuck?”

The sound of his full name from her lips makes his stomach do a flip. People so rarely use it, and when they do he’s often in trouble. But that’s not how she said it, with her voice warm and happy, full of laughter.

She is laughing, Haechan realizes, and he laughs too. She’s not wrong. Haechan takes pretty much every opportunity he can to crack jokes, to relax, to bring a little brightness to the days of the people around him.

Xiaojun comes over to see what’s so funny, and he draws her attention away until Haechan feels like he’s been cut out of the conversation. He decides to go help finish up the last of the meal prep.

He does his best to try to rile up some of the others as they all eat. Trying to get a round of dares going because he wants to see someone have to go skinny dipping in the lake tonight even though the night air is quite cold now. No one’s up to play his game unfortunately, but as the night sinks in around everyone at the fire, Haechan does convince YangYang to drink with him, to see which of them can drink the most.

The more he drinks, the harder it is for Haechan to keep his eyes from drifting across the fire. The harder it is to ignore the way Shotaro and the girl are so wrapped up in each other. And Haechan Isn't blind, although all of their friends might be, so he can see that Shotaro has stolen her heart, and that unsettles Haechan.

For as long as Haechan has known her she hasn’t been tied down in a relationship, but now he can see that if she isn’t already, then she’s about to be fully in one.

It throws off the balance of the world he knows, shutting out any possibility of him getting to experience any fun with her.

Unsettled, jealous, a little drunk maybe (though Haechan refuses to admit that YangYang might have beat him), that’s what drives Haechan to say what he does.

His words leap over the fire as everyone’s making jokes about Mark and one of their other friends finally jumping over the line between just friends and fuckbuddies.

Haechan’s eyes are fixed on her and Shotaro, his heavy tongue lifts, mouth open to draw everyone’s attention to the secret couple in their midst.

He can tell from the look in her eyes then that he’s done for. There’s no going back from these words he’s speaking, but it’s too late. Drunken words are sober thoughts, and all that, but it just keeps spilling out of him while the others around the fire look on.

“Shotaro has obviously been in love with you from the start,” Haechan can hear himself saying, “Literally that very first day you met each other. He wouldn’t stop talking about you that night on the way back to our dorm, and kept trying to get Renjun and Mark to invite him to places where you would be. Absolutely lovesick. And then you were his first kiss? How romantic! Did you take his virginity too?”

Jaemin spits his drink out when he laughs, and several of the others laugh as well, someone spouts out their own teasing comment aimed at Shotaro. The night crawls over Haechan’s skin, but he’s staring at her. At no one else but her and the fire reflected in her eyes. She’s beautiful. She’s pissed off, but she’s beautiful.

It’s the sound of the others around him joining in, it’s the alcohol soaking through his veins, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, just anything to embarrass Shotaro honestly, because Haechan can see their fingers knitted together now, and he knows that Shotaro is the one that she wants and Haechan hates that, he absolutely hates it. He was here first, he should’ve taken his chance while he could.

The jealousy eats at him, so he goes on and on, attacking everything from Shotaro’s lack of experience to the high likelihood of him being bad in bed.

Even when she rises to her feet, the fire in her eyes no longer just a reflection of the bonfire, but her own blazing anger, Haechan leans back in his seat and smirks. She uses his full name, and its the second time he’s heard it used today, but this time is certainly the more familiar usage — with the tone of anger and followed by her telling him to fuck off, an accusation of him being drunk.

He does start to feel a little bad about it when he notices the tears swimming in her eyes as she rails at him for bullying Shotaro. Haechan’s gaze flicks over to the other man, and he finds Shotaro looking a little embarrassed, but they all tease him about this stuff all the time, and Haechan’s drunk, so he can’t really be held accountable for what he’s saying right now. He and Shotaro will still be friends in the morning.

Haechan isn’t really listening to what she says, not until he hears her say, “We don’t all ask about your sex life, or lack thereof. It’s not like you’re getting a lot of action.”

That starts a fire in Haechan’s belly. It’s not like he never gets laid anymore. He can if he wants to, but it seems like since he found out about her and Shotaro his fantasies have starred the two of them more often than not, and he can’t have her, so it’s just a lot easier to settle for his hand and a fantasy.

But she’s not finished yet.

“Maybe you should be worried about your own skills instead of Shotaro’s.” She takes a half step forward, and Haechan is once again thinking about how hot she is even while she’s angry. She’s gorgeous, and maybe if she weren’t so obsessed with Shotaro, Haechan could redirect this anger she’s feeling into something more productive.

Or so he thinks, drunkenly, until her next words.

“Maybe if you were a semi-decent fuck, you’d not be sleeping on the sofa at their house every night.”

Those words finally hit home.

He’s not a bad fuck.

He’s more than a semi-decent fuck, thank you very much.

But hearing that insult from her is more than he can take at the moment. It’s annoying, is what it is. She doesn’t have any idea what she’s talking about. Just last week, at a party, he’d fucked a sorority girl boneless and she’d still begged him for more. He’s a good fuck.

He sits forward in his seat, fingertips digging into the edges of the arm as he tries to haul himself forward.

He at least has the sobriety of mind to bite his tongue from saying the first thing that springs to mind. He holds in the offer to show her firsthand his skills although the words dance right there on the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he says something else.

“You want to talk about what I’m up to every night?” He could tell her a thing or two — the kinks he’d awakened in his weeks of video-watching trying to get over her, the things he’s already been experimenting on with people he’s met on a hook-up app. She doesn’t need to worry about what he’s up to. “Why don’t we talk about how every night you’re there fu—“

Shotaro rocks to his feet, face twisted with anger that Haechan has never seen from him before. A shout leaves his lips, drowning out the rest of Haechan’s words, leaving them floundering in the taste of vodka on Haechan’s tongue.

Maybe this time they won’t be friends in the morning. Haechan can see that in the way Shotaro glares at him. At the possessive way that Shotaro puts his hand on her shoulder, moving her away from the fire, away from Haechan.

She goes.

Shotaro follows.

Haechan rises to his feet, wanting to follow because he’s not done.

Renjun’s there in an instant, and although he’s smaller than Haechan, he’s easily able to manhandle him. Especially since Renjun’s relatively sober and Haechan…. He’s had more than enough. He knows that. Renjun’s telling him as much as he corrals him inside the cabin, rambling to him and lecturing him about the things he’s said.

He doesn’t want a lecture. Doesn’t want to think about anything else. He definitely doesn’t want to sit inside this cabin and pretend like he can’t hear the muffled sounds of Mark and their other friend fucking in the back bedroom.

Renjun forces Haechan to sit at the kitchen table. He puts a glass of water down in front of him.

“Drink, Donghyuckie.” He collapses into the seat beside Haechan, rubbing at his forehead like he’s got a headache. “Why do you always have to stir up shit with Shotaro, huh? Just because he genuinely likes the girl you just want to fuck? Because she kissed him? Move on, buddy. She’s clearly not into you. There are plenty of other people that are.”

Haechan glares but doesn’t say a word, just downs the glass of water as quickly as he can. Renjun just picks it up and refills it for him.

He doesn’t want to talk about this with Renjun. Doesn’t want to talk about it with anyone. So he just sits there silently and sullenly, allowing Renjun to all but waterboard him in an attempt at sobering him up.

By the time the couple in the back room stumble out to the kitchen, looking a little bit rough and blushing, Haechan does feel a whole lot less drunk. Some of the others have started to drift inside, toting in their blankets and their drinks and snacks. Calling it a night.

Haechan can hear someone singing out by the fire though, and Renjun wanders back out there, his voice joining in. Haechan can’t just sit inside and be miserable, and he doesn’t feel tired yet, so when Mark heads back to the fire, Haechan follows.

Wherever her and Shotaro had gone while Renjun dragged Haechan off, they’ve returned. She sits tucked into Shotaro’s side. They look happy, and Haechan feels like shit.

And his mind is a lot more clear now. The jealous haze is gone, except for a tiny wrinkle of it in the back of his mind, so he has the clarity to at least stop by where the two of them sit.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, ducking his head. “I was a dick before, and I know it. I just — I don’t really have any excuse, other than that I was just being an asshole.” He lowers his voice a little, glancing at where their hands now sit intertwined above the blanket that covers their laps. “But, hey, now it’s not a secret anymore, right?”

That thought doesn’t seem to reassure either of them too much, so Haechan walks away, snuggling into the spot between Mark and Renjun. The girl Haechan had talked with about school earlier is sitting across the fire shooting looks at him, and he can’t help wondering if he was that much of an asshole earlier that she’s wary of him; he and her have always gotten along, but now when he looks at her, she avoids eye contact.

Haechan steers away from the bottle of whiskey that is getting passed around, and slowly the rest of the night passes. The crowd around the bonfire shrinks as his friends disappear inside, and soon there are only a core few of them left.

The night wind whistles in off the lake, biting at his bare legs where he’s still wearing his swim trunks from earlier today.

Jeno laughs, then he turns to look at Haechan, at the other few still left. It’s only Shotaro and his girlfriend, Jeno, Haechan, Xiaojun, Mark, and the girl from earlier left around the fire now.

It’s grown cold out even with the bonfire. Haechan wishes he’d opted to put on warmer clothes earlier in the evening instead of just his thin swim trunks and a hoodie. Several of the others are bundled up in jackets and pants and blankets. As Haechan looks around the fire, the girl he has class with shivers, tucking her feet under the blanket covering her lap. Xiaojun is still sitting beside her and he drapes another blanket across her lap.

Jeno smiles around the fire at all of them as he says, “Maybe before we all head in, we take a dip in the hot tub.”

“I think I’m done for the night.” Mark stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “It’s too cold.”

“It helps that you’ve got someone new to warm your bed, though, I bet,” Jeno calls at Mark’s retreating back. Mark just flips him off.

Haechan is chilled to the bone, so it sounds good to him. Xiaojun also heads in for the night, but all of the others agree, and before he knows it, he’s stripped down to his boxers, sitting in the boiling hot water of the tub up on the deck. He’d almost forgotten about it since it’s tucked off to the side of the house.

He’s entirely sober now. He’s downed enough water over the last two hours that he’s probably fully replenished any of the dehydrating effects of what he’d drunk earlier in the night. But tragically, as he realizes after he’s been stewing in the hot tub for a little while, he needs to piss.

He’s not so much of a dick that he’d do it in here, so he gets up. Internally he curses at how cold the air is on his bare skin, but externally he doesn’t say anything even as he can see the steam rising from his skin, even as his swim trunks cling tight to his hips and ass. He just grabs his sweatshirt from where he dumped it with everyone else’s clothes, and he heads inside.

He just goes in to take a piss, expecting he’ll be back out there with the rest of them in a minute. There is no way Haechan’s gone for longer than five minutes, but when he steps into the kitchen on his way back outside, he finds the girl who’d been in the hot tub now sitting at the table. Jeno’s clothes are on the floor, which means he’s probably not out there either. Did they all come in?

She’s got her head pillowed on her arms, but she turns her head to the side as Haechan approaches. Her eyes look heavy, sleepy, as if she’d been about to doze off.

“Are you just gonna sleep out here?” Haechan asks.

There are plenty of rooms in this house to sleep in, not to mention those nice tents out there by the fire. If it’s her roommates she’s trying to avoid — which he would also avoid rooming with Karina and Winter, like she was supposed to be — his room on the second floor is still open.

“You know the King bed upstairs is still open,” Haechan tells her without really knowing why he’s offering. He’d won that single room fair and square from the other guys. But maybe it’s because he’s slept with Karina before — actually slept with her, not just fucked her, though he has done that too — in a room shared with Winter, and he knows the sparks of jealousy that Winter can ignite when her space is infringed upon. “If it's the idea of rooming with Karina and Winter that has you scared to sleep in there, you’re welcome to the room up there.”

Her eyes go wide for a second, mouth forming a soft o, and she shakes her head a little. She looks cute like that, and Haechan feels a little smile rise to his lips. He’s not saying that he’s never really thought of her that way, but it’s never really struck him much. Not when there was someone around to overshadow her like Shotaro’s girlfriend. But right now, she looks cute, open and vulnerable in her expression. Not to mention the open and vulnerable way that she’s still barely dressed from the dip in the hot tub. Haechan can’t fight the urge to sweep his gaze over her, all the skin exposed by the little bra she’s wearing and her underwear that are still wet and a tiny bit see-through.

He notices the way she draws her arms closer to her body, pressing the bundle of her clothes against her chest as she stands.

“Why is no one sleeping up there?” She asks, and it takes Haechan a second too long to remember that he’d just offered up his bed to her for the night.

Haechan explains quickly that he won the single room, and it’s still unoccupied because he’s not tired yet. And then he repeats his offer for her to take it. She just looks at him with these wide, pretty eyes, then she asks, “And what about when you do get tired? Where are you gonna sleep then?”

He just shrugs. He’s really not tired at all right now. He could use a good long soak in the hot tub, especially if the rest of them have abandoned it. Or maybe he’ll just go sit by the fire, pick up one of the beers someone surely left out there. And he’s pretty sure that YangYang left half a bag of marshmallows out there for roasting. So right now the thought of where he’s going to sleep isn’t really something he’s too concerned about. “That’s a problem for then.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, so Haechan reaches for the door to step back outside, and the doorknob has just turned beneath his hand when he hears her quiet voice behind him.

“When you get tired Haechan….” She pauses just long enough that Haechan turns to look back at her.

She’s twisting her shirt in her hands like she’s nervous, and Haechan can’t help smiling at that. Does he make her nervous? They’ve been friends for a while now, sharing classes, study rooms, meals and conversations. When they’d talked earlier today she hadn’t seemed nervous at all, but right now she does, and Haechan knows that when they first became friends she had a crush on him, but he thought she grew out of it. Maybe not. Her cheeks grow a little warm, her gaze dipping away from his before returning.

“Well, it’s a big bed,” she says, “I’m happy to share.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Haechan pulls the door open, still watching her.

He sees something there in her eyes, buried deep. Just a flicker of some deeper hunger, a small spark in the dark.

Interesting.

But it’s gone just as quickly, and Haechan looks away, murmuring a quiet “goodnight” to her, and then he’s stepping out through the doorway.

Just as he rounds the corner of the house to return to the hot tub, Haechan freezes in place.

The hot tub, which had held four people when he left, and which he believed would now be empty, still holds two people.

Haechan shrinks back around the corner of the house, but he doesn’t withdraw completely. Doesn’t look away.

How could he look away from the sight of one of his fantasies playing out right in front of his eyes? The girl he’d just finally relinquished his lustful crush on now straddling Shotaro? Her shoulders steam as she drapes her arms over Shotaro’s shoulders, as he draws a hand up out of the water to touch her back. Haechan can’t look away, transfixed by the way that she shivers into Shotaro, the way her back arches slightly against his light touch. And she’s smiling, holding Shotaro’s gaze when Haechan sees the other man’s wrist flick, and then his breath catches in his throat.

Her bra falls away, and Haechan has dreamed of her tits. He has had very, very specific fantasies about fucking them, fondling them, resting his head on them during post-coital bliss.

But he’s never seen them in person. Not until right now.

Shotaro drops her bra over the edge of the hot tub, and Haechan can only stare, like a fucking pervert, at her bare tits. They’re perfect. Her nipples stand to attention in the cool air, and then Shotaro’s hands are on them, just like Haechan wishes his were. His hands flex at his sides, curling into fists, trying to rid himself of the phantom feeling of soft boobs in his hands.

And then Shotaro’s lips are on her neck, and Haechan watches the way her eyes flutter shut, her mouth falls open.

He should stop looking.

Look away, he tells himself. Just go inside, and stop being a pervert.

But he likes watching.

He likes to see the way her body reacts. The way she gasps and shifts in Shotaro’s lap as he kisses her neck, as he trails his kisses down. The soft moan she lets out when he scrapes his teeth over her collarbone.

Fuck.

Haechan feels his cock stirring in interest.

He notices when she shifts higher in Shotaro’s lap, when her mouth falls open on a sigh that becomes a moan of Shotaro’s name. And then she starts moving, rolling her hips, and Haechan realizes that Shotaro must have his fingers inside her right now. She clutches at Shotaro’s shoulders, and Haechan wishes with all his being that he could be Shotaro right then. To have his fingers buried inside her soft, tight heat. To have his lips on her tits, her writhing in his lap and saying his name.

Haechan can tell Shotaro isn’t holding back. He’s not teasing, not drawing it out. He’s just giving it to her exactly like she wants it. And Haechan drinks in the show, the way she rides Shotaro’s fingers, her face flushing and eyes aglow when she looks at Shotaro’s face. And then, Haechan gets to witness her cumming, falling apart on Shotaro’s fingers, beneath Shotaro’s lips. She pulls at his hair so tightly.

Haechan doesn’t even notice at first that his hand has risen to his own hair. That he’s knotted his fingers through it. He tugs, and it’s only at the jolt of pleasure that goes straight to his cock that he realizes what he’s doing.

He’s so damn hard in his pants right now.

Even watching her kiss another man, in this context, Haechan feels nothing but arousal. He watches, knowing that it’s wrong, but also knowing that he likes it.

He likes watching her with her guard down, uninhibited and raw with Shotaro, unaware that Haechan’s watching. The thought makes his cock throb a little, and Haechan reaches down, just offering his cock a little squeeze.

They’re moving again in the hot tub. Her and Shotaro are making out, and Haechan, from his vantage point twenty feet away, can only barely hear Shotaro moaning into the kiss. More importantly, Haechan’s focused on the way her body moves, on how she’s clearly grinding down on Shotaro, but Haechan wonders if he missed the moment when she started riding Shotaro, or if she’s really only teasing him right now.

Another squeeze of his hand around his cock, the glide of his palm over the tip.

Fuck, she’s so sexy right now. On top. In charge.

The wind whips around the corner of the house towards Haechan, carrying with it the sound of Shotaro whining. His head thumps against the side of the hot tub, just gazing up at her. Haechan wishes, again, that he was in Shotaro’s spot, looking up at her like she’s a star in the night sky, like she’s the moon, like she’s all that matters in the universe with her pussy so tight around him.

He shivers, his foot moving.

His toes knock into a small branch on the deck, and it makes a small scraping sound, rolling away across the boards.

Haechan moves, drawing further back around the corner, but lingers close enough to peek around.

For a moment he thinks he sees her look in his direction, but there’s no shout of anger, no look of surprise.

She just dips her head to kiss Shotaro’s cheek or his neck. Her hair falls in a curtain obscuring Haechan’s view a little bit until she sits up a moment later. She shivers in Shotaro’s lap, goosebumps rising on her skin and her fucking nipples look like they would feel so good in Haechan’s mouth.

Damn it all.

He pushes his hand down the front of his swim trunks, fingertips moving over his abdomen, down to wrap his hand around his bare cock at last.

Now Haechan can see that she was definitely just grinding on Shotaro before. He can see the way she rises up a little bit, the way she reaches down beneath the water, this look of mischievousness and delight in her eyes as she sinks down on Shotaro’s cock.

And then she moans, and Haechan’s entire body goes numb.

That sound.

It’s unmistakable and so loud that probably half of his friends heard it in the house. Not that her or Shotaro seem to care.

Judging by the way that she moans, Haechan feels a new brand of jealousy. Is Shotaro’s cock really that good? Haechan has never seen it, obviously he’s never heard any tales about it, but if just sinking down on him has her making a sound like that then Shotaro must have a dreamy cock.

Haechan thumbs at his tip, smearing a bit of precum around, reminding himself that he shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be jerking off to the sight of his friends fucking unwittingly in front of him.

But then she starts moving, starts kissing Shotaro in an absolutely filthy way with visible tongue and moaning from both of them. He can see Shotaro with his hands on her ass, her back, her tits.

Haechan just leans against the wall of the house, hand fisting his cock as he starts jerking off, moving his hand at the same pace that she’s moving on Shotaro.

And when she starts bouncing? Tits jumping on her chest, Haechan feels a new jolt of lust and lets a fantasy overlay reality. He’s still watching her with Shotaro, but he’s also envisioning himself beneath her, her pussy hugging his cock, her ass smacking against his thighs, and his lips wrapped around her tit, his hand at her hip to keep her moving. In his fantasy, Haechan is making her moan, but in reality, he’s mostly just hearing Shotaro, which should probably be a turn-off, but something about everything combined means that Haechan’s cock is growing harder, more wet at the tip as he twists his wrist, imagining his face buried in her tits.

He thinks about earlier today, when she’d sat on his shoulders for the game of chicken, the scenario his mind had come up with then of eating her out, her taste on his lips as he’d imagined the smell of her all around him.

Haechan bites his bottom lip, feeling a tug in his belly, the tightness in his balls.

And when he refocuses on the sight in front of him, he watches Shotaro standing up, lifting her out of the water with her legs twisted around his hips. She laughs a little, her voice carrying clear over to Haechan as she says, “Fuck me, Taro! It’s cold out here.”

Shotaro laughs too, turning to sit her ass down on the edge of the tub.

Not that either of them could possibly be aware of it, but doing this has made Haechan’s view just that much better. Although now he’s getting an eye full of Shotaro’s ass, Haechan can also see where their bodies join. Can watch her thighs tighten against Shotaro’s hips as he drives into her, can catch a glimpse of his cock pushing into her and — oh, fuck, Haechan can barely hold in a moan as he sees her pussy. Pretty, perfect. Again, he imagines licking her out, his tongue swirling circles on her clit, her voice moaning his name.

“Taro!” She cries out, shattering that little bit of Haechan’s fantasy. But still.

Her nails rake over Shotaro’s back, and Haechan feels phantom zings of pleasure down to his lower back.

Shotaro fucks her like he’s got experience, and fuck, Haechan supposes that he does have experience right here with her. He knows exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what angles and how deep and everything that Haechan doesn’t know in this situation. He fucks her with confidence, and with the ability to show her so much pleasure that Haechan can tell she’s on the brink of orgasm.

He’s close too, seeing her like this. All laid out like a vision as Shotaro works her to the edge.

And then it happens.

There’s no denying it now, not when she glances his way, and their eyes catch.

Haechan thinks that this is it. That he’s done for.

But she doesn’t look away. She doesn’t yell and make Shotaro stop so they can kill Haechan for being a pervert. She locks eyes with him, and there’s something there in her gaze that makes him reevaluate everything that’s happened in the last few minutes. Earlier when he thought he’d narrowly avoided being caught, had he actually been spotted? Had they put on a show for him?

Fuck, that thought alone, that any part of what he’s witnessing had been done with him in mind, even just a little bit.

Shotaro grabs her chin, dragging her mouth back to his. Her eyes flutter shut, Haechan forgotten.

Haechan doubles down on his cock, and his orgasm hits right as hers rocks through her. He cums over his fist inside his swim trunks, watching her toes curl, her fingers dragging through Shotaro’s hair and down over his shoulders.

He’s still pumping his cock, his body wracked with pleasure, when she slips off Shotaro’s cock to sink into the water, and Haechan watches her give the most intense, sloppiest head to Shotaro. Maybe Haechan cums again a bit, watching her bob her head on another man’s cock, and perhaps he feels a bit filthy for it too, but there’s a deeper satisfaction to be found there.

Haechan doesn’t hang around to watch Shotaro cum in her mouth. He slips back around the house, down the stairs from the deck, and he walks over to the bonfire. They really should’ve put it out before they walked away, but it’s dying now anyway. The last burning embers of it flicker in the wind off the lake, and Haechan takes a seat, wipes his cum-covered hand off on a towel that someone left slung over this chair, and he stares into the embers to process what the fuck just happened.

How is he going to be able to look either of them in the eye again after tonight? If Shotaro knew that he was watching, then their friendship is probably definitely over.

He can’t believe he just stayed there and watched.

Of course, he knew he was a bit of a perv, maybe an exhibitionist when his roommate walked in on him the first time and Haechan liked it. He definitely knew he was into it when he held eye contact with his roommate while cumming that other time. And, sure, his interest in watching porn definitely stemmed from him enjoying watching other people going at it.

But this?

“Haechan.”

It’s the sound of his name that finally snaps him out of his stupor.

He has to blink away the afterimage of the embers imposed on his eyes, but when it clears enough, he sees her and Shotaro both standing there staring at him. Hands clasped, still wet and flushed from the hot tub.

He doesn’t know if they’re here to talk or if they’re claiming one of the nice tents out here to sleep in tonight. Either way, Haechan doesn’t want to be here.

He stands up, not making eye contact, brushing right by them with nothing more than a goodnight.

Inside the cabin, it’s very quiet. Everyone is asleep, and Haechan can feel the need to sleep finally catching up with him, the big bed upstairs calling his name.

Shit, he remembers, the bed isn’t empty anymore.

He does his best to open the door quietly, but even with his caution, he has barely pushed the door open before he hears the sound of a startled movement from the bed. She’s half-lifted herself up, and she’s just staring at him in the dark.

“Sorry,” he apologizes as he steps inside. “It’s just me.”

She sighs and sinks back down into the bed, and that’s when Haechan realizes she’s lying on his side of the bed. He prefers the left side, but it seems rude to ask her to move now. He closes the door again behind himself, and he does his best to keep quiet as he moves around the room towards the ensuite bathroom. He needs to rinse off – or at the very least clean up his jizz.

Haechan pulls his hoodie off, letting it fall to the floor, and then he casts a quick glance at the girl laying in his bed. Her back is to him, so he feels fine about it as he drops his swim trunks and takes those last few steps into the bathroom fully nude.

He flicks the light on in the bathroom and takes a look down at himself. Gross. He grabs a wad of toilet paper to clean himself up, then decides the still slightly damp washcloth draped over the edge of the bathtub will be better. It takes only a moment to wipe his tacky cum off his skin, then he turns the light off again, and steps back out into the room. She’s still got her back to him, and she doesn’t move at all when he walks across the room to reach the desk where he’d sat his baggage for the weekend.

It’s pitch black in there anyway, so even if she were to look over at him, it’s not like she would really see anything. And it’s not like Haechan isn’t confident in how he looks. He is. But… this is different.

His bag is sitting on the desk, and he quickly grabs out a pair of sweatpants, slips them on, then walks over to the wrong side of the bed.

“You smell like lake water, bonfire smoke, and chlorine.” Her voice is half-muffled.

“I’ll shower in the morning,” Haechan says, pressing his face into the pillow. It’s not right. This pillow isn’t as comfortable, but that’s probably because he brought the pillow on his side of the bed from home. It’s perfectly formed for him, and he’s half-tempted to drag it out from beneath her head or maybe make her switch him sides of the bed. “You’re on my side of the bed, by the way.”

She snorts a tiny sound of amusement.

Haechan moves just slightly, and he feels his foot bump against some part of her. Possibly her calf – he doesn’t know, all he knows is that whatever part of her it is is soft and warm.

“You’re the one that invited me,” she teases, “Guess you should’ve been more specific about where you wanted me.”

She turns over to face Haechan then, and the movement sends a tiny puff of air in his direction. She smells nice, and he breathes in again, noticing that she doesn’t smell like nasty lake water or chlorine, and she only smells a tiny bit like smoke from the fire, but there’s something else sweet and aromatic about her that makes his mouth water just a tiny bit.

And maybe his dick grows a little hard too, if he’s being honest.

She’s already in his bed, so it doesn’t take a whole lot for his imagination to get carried away, especially not when he notices that now that his eyes have adjusted to the light level, it’s not nearly as dark in this room as he’d first thought. There are two uncovered windows, and light comes in through both of them – from the fading bonfire and from the lights over the hot tub on the deck below.

In that small amount of light, he can see her face now, and when his eyes briefly dip lower he can see that she is still only wearing that clingy thin bra that she’d worn in the hot tub. Her tits look perfect right now, like they would feel perfect in his hands or beneath his lips. He can just imagine rolling her onto her back, tugging the top edge of that material down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth….

But no. He’s not going to fuck her tonight.

They’re just friends, and he might be a manwhore but he’s not an asshole. Making a move on her when it’s already so late and she’s clearly half-asleep, when he’s the one that told her that she could just sleep in this bed, that would obviously be a dick move.

So no, not tonight. But he’s not saying never.

“Next time I’ll make it clear where I want you,” Haechan says, and he hopes she hears the promise that if they someday find themselves in a position at all similar to this one, he’ll be glad to position her exactly how he might want her.

In the morning, Haechan gets rudely awoken by YangYang shoving into the room, not even bothering to knock in his rush to use this room’s bathroom. Haechan just groans and rolls over, stretching his limbs out across the bed as far as they can go, and it takes him a moment to realize why all of the space tickles some part of his brain as strange. Because then he remembers that this bed wasn’t empty when he fell asleep last night.

Haechan lifts his head to squint at the side of the bed that prior to last night had been his. Empty. Sheets rumpled, but empty of the girl who had filled them.

He just drops his head back down, and he rolls over, sliding onto that half of the bed to get comfortable on his own pillow from home.

The only thing is that it doesn’t smell like home right now.

It smells like her, like that pretty attractive scent he’d breathed in last night. He feels a little perverted when he buries his nose in the pillow to take a whiff. There’s one spot that stimulates something deep in his brain, and he wonders if that’s where she’d laid her head for most of the night, if that’s her shampoo that he’s smelling the most right there. He groans a little.

Yeah.

He’s definitely a perv because he’s getting hard again.

First the hot tub voyeurism and now this?

God damn, he’s a freak.

Willfully ignoring the rising problem, Haechan gets out of bed and heads down to the kitchen, determined to start the day off either with a coffee if someone’s got some brewing or a beer or maybe even something stronger if it’s available.

Renjun squints at Haechan when he comes down, complaining about how he’d been woken up by Jeno nearly puking on him, hungover as hell. He lays all the blame on Haechan, since he’d been Jeno’s drinking buddy earlier in the night yesterday, and he’d also been one of the last ones hanging out with him last night, so he should’ve at least gotten him to trade out the alcohol for water. But thinking of Jeno makes Haechan think of the hot tub, and thinking of the hot tub makes him think about the scene he’d witnessed, and that is something he can’t think about right now.

He can’t risk it showing on his face somehow, and he refuses to admit to anyone else about his perverted moment last night. He can’t even face the happy couple. Not over breakfast when they appear in the kitchen hand-in-hand, blushing and bright-eyed from outside where they’d slept in one of those tents.

He avoids them until he can’t anymore.

For some reason, YangYang is the one allowed to steer the boat that had come with this rented property on the lake, which YangYang thinks makes him the Captain. He stands on the dock, waving everyone on board until the boat is at maximum capacity minus one.

Haechan lingers on the dock as Shotaro and his girlfriend step onto the boat.

YangYang stands there, watching Haechan, waiting. “Dude, are you not coming?”

To everyone’s surprise, but no one more so than Haechan, Shotaro answers. “Oh, no. Haechannie likes to just watch.”

Heat flashes through Haechan’s face.

So they both knew about last night.

And Shotaro is making jokes about it.

Her face is lit up with laughter. Everyone else brushes the comment off, but Shotaro smiles, looking at Haechan with forgiveness in his eyes, even amusement.

Haechan rocks past YangYang and onto the boat. He puts his arm around Shotaro’s shoulders, and he glances first at her where she’s watching the two of them, and then he meets Shotaro’s gaze so close to his own.

“Consider me a tourist,” Haechan says, and the feeling of his words resound in his bones. “I just want to enjoy the view.”

That brings a laugh from both of them, Shotaro pushes him away, but Haechan moves further onto the boat. And then YangYang hops on board, unmoors it from the dock, and moments later he’s Captaining everyone across the lake.

And Haechan looks around at his friends, his gaze lingering a little extra long on the happy couple, where Shotaro’s hand rests so low on her waist that it’s pretty much on her ass. His gaze passes momentarily over his friend who’d shared his bed last night; his attention pauses on Jeno where he’s wrestling with Jaemin, both of them shirtless and dripping with the beer that Jaemin had just dumped over Jeno. Haechan sees Karina and Winter drinking with Chenle. There’s Renjun grinning down at his phone at the far end of the boat. And Haechan again Haechan’s attention returns to the girl who had fled his bed this morning, she sits now with her head tipped back to soak in the sun while Xiaojun talks to her and flexes his muscles

Yes, Haechan thinks as he takes it all in, he’s certainly something of a tourist, enjoying the view.

YIMA chapter index || next chapter ->

a/n: Chapter 1 done! If you’d like another perspective of this chapter, you should check out kiss kiss (fall in love) which is a 3 part Shotaro x Y/N fic, and that scene in the hot tub occurs in part 3!

#haechan #nct haechan #haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream #nct 127 #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct #lee haechan

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lavendertales · 8 months

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SEÑORITA: Chapter 6**

pairing: Javier Peña x Murphy!f!reader

summary: Javier can't stop thinking about you, hard as he tried. when Steve confronts him about his relationship status with you, Javier doesn't hesitate in giving him a harsh reality check.

word count: 4k

series warnings: reluctant friends to lovers, lots of playful banter, mutual pining, slow burn, secret relationship, filthy smut.

chapter warnings: male masturbation (pillow humping), looots of tension.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @coredrive

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As proud as Javier was of himself for stepping away when the situation called for it, he felt twice, if not thrice, the bigger asshole for even thinking about it.

You were off limits; a forbidden fruit that has the potential to be everything Javier’s been secretly searching for in all of his thirty six years of life, but under no circumstances could he jeopardize his friendship with you or with Steve.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and his mouth parched, he only wanted to get a glass of water. He planned to ignore the aching erection and the shameless thoughts of you that filled his half-asleep brain.

But before he knew it, his hand was curled around his cock, water long forgotten, the sole thing on his mind being how beautiful you looked that night at the bar.

It was infinitely easier in the beginning when the two of you had a teasing sibling-like relationship, when you could even insult each other and neither would get mad or upset. It was infinitely easier three months ago when Javier was fairly convinced you had no interest in him. And yet here he is now, fucking his fist in some feeble attempt to create the illusion of a touch that was never laid upon him—one that probably never will be.

All because you leaned in.

You fucking leaned in when he did, sharing the same yearning for a kiss, and it blew his goddamn mind. Now, with all these twisted thoughts swirling inside his mind—how beautiful you looked, how he could feel the heat radiating off of your skin even through the dress’s fabric, the shameless way you stared at each other—it’s creating the kind of inner pressure he can’t handle, not like this.

It’s not enough, he realizes as he stops tugging on his weeping cock. He sighs, hastily grabbing a pillow and creasing the ends together to create a space big enough for him. It’s mid-July, unbearably hot even for New York’s standards, and Javier’s mind is spinning endlessly. He lets it all develop in the most twisted and darkened corner of his mind as he shoves his cock between the pillow’s folds; the sounds you’d make as he’d push into you, the beads of sweat dripping down on your skin as both your bodies moved together as one, him lapping hungrily at your folds like a man starved…

“Shit,” Javier mutters, picking up the pace.

His hips grind faster into the pillow, the inanimate object merely a futile portrayal of you. It’s not real, he knows this much; it’s not real and it’s not okay, let alone decent, but Javier will allow himself this one moment of weakness. Just this one, and then it’ll all be over. He gasps and moans, barely recognizing the sounds leaving his own throat, wishing it was you who was engulfing his cock this way. He pictures you with your legs spread wide, making enough room for him to fuck into your sopping heat, your arms roaming endlessly over his back and occasionally digging your nails into the heated flesh and begging him for more.

Then, something even worse happens.

His breaths get more ragged, air nearly getting stuck in his lungs; his hips thrust forward erratically, speedily, his balls draw tightly, his stomach burns and clenches and then—a name falls from his lips. Not just falls, but crashes and burns, quite like Javier himself. He comes hard, your name staining his lips like a sin.

Panting heavily, it takes a while for Javier to regain consciousness. It feels like he left his body for the better part of the act, and now that he’s back into his oddly sensitive skin, guilt eats him up from the inside. He mechanically begins to clean up the mess he’s made, all the while still thinking of you. How your skin would feel after your needs had been sated or how you’d look at him afterwards. Would you still smell of lavender? Would it be lavender and sweat, a mixture of both your scents that would drive you well over the edges of sanity? Javier sighs again, feeling for what is probably a premiere in his life ashamed of his uncontrollable impulse. He hops into the shower, dreading the day ahead—especially knowing he’ll see you smiling all politely at him at the apartment building’s entrance.

If you wouldn’t have leaned in, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Javier would’ve remained delusional enough to believe that you don’t think of him this way and that you certainly don’t want him this way. But now that he knows, he loathes it with every fiber of his being. He hates not being able to stop himself from these dirty thoughts, from wishing he could get to know you inside out like no one else has before and how in just a few short weeks you became simultaneously his worst nightmare and his sweetest desire.

At the very least he can start the day knowing that his plan will come to fruition today.

You’ve barely seen Javier in the past week, even less than usual. It was quite evident he was avoiding you, perhaps on account of that moment after you went out to the bar, but you missed talking to him. It’s only been a few days and yet you missed smiling at him, making him flustered and replying to his words in the sassiest ways possible.

You missed your friend.

It’s hard to believe you could really be friends with someone you would’ve easily slept with in the past; oddly enough though, you began to forget what your life was like before Javier entered it. It was duller and quieter, that was for sure.

But despite the fact that you missed even your little morning ritual with Javier and that you wanted to see him, to talk to him, you let another few days go by without much contact. You had to think about what was left on your doorstep on a rainy Monday afternoon and how it impacted you.

You were on your way to meet with Sylvie for drinks when you nearly stumbled upon the package that was on your welcome mat. It had your name on it but no sender address, no name, nothing. Curious, yet remaining cautious, you brought the package inside, shaking it a little. It wasn’t that heavy, but not light either. Finally, after staring at it for too long, you ripped it open. Your heart stilled.

There, in fine print with lavender margins, stood your Star Wars fanfiction. You quickly browsed it, shook at the realization that something you wrote out of love for that fictional universe was now in your hands in the most aesthetically pleasing way possible. Your eyes glanced down, noticing a few papers at the bottom of the package: your original story, handwritten on the same white pages, and what appeared to be a note.

You could barely breathe; you held the book at your chest, reading Javier’s note over and over as you desperately tried to sort through your feelings. Turning some nonsensical papers into an actual book must’ve cost Javier quite a lot, but the actual thought that went into it… the effort, the time, simply thinking of doing this for you for no reason…

You’ve spent days figuring out what to say to Javier, how to properly express your gratitude into words. It wasn’t just the gratitude that made your head spin—there was so much in the middle, so many things to be said that it overwhelmed you. The moment you held that book in your hands, it all felt like a promise, a sneak peek into Javier’s heart. You knew right then that this went further than mere physical attraction; it went further than just you liking him.

This had the potential to be the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to you. But it also carried enough power to ruin and devastate you completely.

When you knocked on Javier’s door around eight p.m., four days later, your heart was in your throat, your hand were clammy and oddly cold and you were beyond restless. You’re not sure as to why that is; maybe you imagine Javier will say something more rational as to why you shouldn’t screw this fun friendship you’ve got going on and that will open your eyes.

But oh, how you want him to feel the same as you do.

You know that he’s attracted to you. That is a no-brainer. You know the concept of physical attraction exists in real life for both of you, having slithered in between without either of you noticing at first, but the notion of love, that big, scary prospect, is yet to be determined.

“Fucking fin—oh. Hi.”

Javier’s facial expression changes within a split second from mildly annoyed to soft. You faintly remark he’s wearing a white shirt, its sleeves rolled up as much as possible, and suit pants. He probably came late from work and was unwinding, but the sight made you feel even more parched. You gulp, hoping it’s not noticeable how distressed you feel.

“Am I interrupting?” you ask cheekily.

“Thought you were the delivery guy.”

“Nope, just me. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No, this is better. By a lot.”

You smile, your heart swelling inside your chest. “Can I come in?”

Javier falters. He briefly checks his watch, noticing the time. It’s not too late, but having you inside his apartment on a Friday evening—on any evening, really—seems like a very compromising and dangerous idea.

“Sure,” he agrees and opens the door wider for you to wiggle in.

Moron.

Very wise idea, inviting the woman you’ve fantasized about in your apartment.

“Is everything okay?” he checks.

He notices you fidgeting, playing with your fingers and staring down at them, remaining silent. Eventually, you turn around, taking a deep breath, and Javier braces himself for the worst.

“I got your present,” you say, voice unusually shaky. “Or—whatever it was.”

Javier’s face reveals an expression that perfectly encapsulates the word “oh”. He takes a few seconds to himself to collect his thoughts, realizing that anything he says or does now, when you’re here in a state of appreciation and sensitivity, is crucial.

“Hope you liked it,” he quips. “Sorry for basically stealing the fanfiction first. I—“

You smile instead; it’s so radiant and wide that Javier feels weak in the knees.

That’s a first.

“I love—loved it,” you reply. “Truly.”

“I’m glad.”

“I don’t even know—I mean… how—how did you think to do that? And why?”

Good fucking question, Javier thinks.

He doesn’t really have a solid answer other than… well, he really wanted to do something nice for you. Sometimes he feels like he barely knows you, doesn’t even know when your birthday is or what your favorite season is, but sometimes he thinks that knowing bigger things, such as your passion and how beautiful you look when you smile, is far more important.

As well as knowing that he wants to be the one to make you smile every single day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Seems like writing is a huge part of you and the way you talked about your fanfiction, about wanting to have your own book out… I don’t know, it just made sense. Felt right.”

When his eyes meet yours, they find them pooled with tears. His first instinct is to approach you, take your hands into his and gently graze them, but he does only the first.

“It’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever—“you begin, swallowing a gasp. “Thank you.”

Javier purses his lips, nodding once, as stoic as possible when all the while he feels like he’s crumbling on the inside.

“I may have also read the story in the process,” he confesses.

“What did you think?”

There’s hope on your face, shining bright—as if you urgently need his approval. But luckily Javier doesn’t have to fool you.

“Did not see Han Solo and Leia Organa having a son that’s a pain in the ass, but in a twisted way, makes sense,” he says and smiles when he hears your chuckle. “And you’re a very good writer.”

“I’ve evolved since then.”

“Can’t wait to read your book.”

His smile is sincere, heartfelt, and the more you stare at him, unaware of how your body naturally inches closer to his, the weaker you feel.

“Thank you,” you nearly whisper, then clear your throat. “Javier, I—“

But then you see him shaking his head and backing away, and you frown.

“No, what?”

“Whatever you’re about to say, better if you don’t,” he seemingly warns.

“Then don’t go around doing these things for me, to me.”

“And what exactly am I doing to you?”

You feel an unexpected wave of anger hit you and you open your mouth to let him know about the night his name nearly fell from his lips as you desperately sought release, all the while thinking of his touch. However, you decide against it at the very last second.

“Just—don’t do such things for me if you don’t want a reaction out of me,” you continue. “Because at the end of the day, I’m a human being with real fucking feelings, and right now… I have plenty of them.”

“Like what?”

God, why does it feel like every question he poses is a challenge for you to open up and say or do something wild? How on earth is it possible to have someone get such a rise out of you with mere questions and to crave them this ardently?

“Like… I don’t wanna walk out that door,” you admit. “And I’m tired of denial and charades and… and excuses.”

“I’m fuckin’ tired too.”

“Then let’s stop.”

Javier shakes his head again, and the fear on his face is more legible than ever before. The expression he now wears is that of a man who’s afraid of failing, and in an odd way, it softens your heart.

“I meant what I said,” Javier says, his tone grave and dark. “I intend to keep my promise to Steve. So…”

“Javier—“

“And like I told you, I’m not someone to love. I’m not… lovable.”

You almost roll your eyes at the statement; that is, till you notice Javier’s eyes, the way he slowly inhales and exhales, and you realize that he actually does feel that way.

“I’m not lovable,” he repeats. “But you are. And you should have someone like that too.”

You remain still, hopelessly glaring at the man before you. The way he speaks of himself versus the way he speaks about you, to you, it’s such a stark contrast, you’re not even sure how to proceed with this discussion anymore. Except… no one’s ever called you lovable before, and the word does something inexplicable to you.

“Give yourself more credit,” you try to encourage him as you minimize the space between you two. “What you just did, the whole book ordeal…”

“It’s what—friends do.”

“It’s not! Sylvie didn’t think to do this! Connie didn’t think to do this. My college friend turned boyfriend didn’t think to do this, and Dean definitely didn’t—“

“Don’t—he’s got nothin’ to do with this. You barely met once. Of course he wouldn’t—“

“So… we’re friends, and yet somehow you’re jealous of a guy I went on a single blind date with?”

“Yes.”

You certainly didn’t expect Javier’s bluntness, nor were you anticipating his admittance to being jealous. He was jealous.

“Why?” you ask.

“Because he’s everything I’m not and everything you should have.”

Your frown deepens as you try to process whatever the hell is going on at this point.

“Okay, so then… if I went out with him again, you’d be okay with it, right? Because he did call and—“

“No.”

“What in the actual fuck is happening right now?”

“Mostly a shit case of me wanting what I can’t have.”

“But you can have it. Me. Have me.”

Javier looks down to where your hands are holding his, then he meets your eyes, so sparkly and warm, and he shivers. He fucking shivers, and it takes so much willpower to not pull you even closer to him and have his way with you. There were the words he had been dreaming about for what feels like an eternity and here he stands, completely debilitated by them.

“All you need to do is say it, just—just talk to me,” you encourage him. “Tell me.”

Unexpectedly, Javier loses his patience and removes himself from your gentle grip.

“What would you like me to say?” he retorts furiously. “That I want you so fucking badly I can barely sleep, or breathe, or even think? That before I didn’t give two shits about scents and now I can’t even smell lavender without getting hard because it makes me think of you?”

Shook, you can only stare at him, barely able to blink—or breathe, for that matter.

“Yes,” you mutter.

“It’s just the dry spell. It’s not—it’s not real.”

“Then stop leaning in.”

Javier opens his eyes, completely unaware that he’d been keeping them close and having gotten so close to you he could count every single eyelash. He feels your warm breath, erratic like his, tickling his face, and your noses nearly touching. The proximity is killing him like nothing ever did, like the slowest-acting poison ever.

“You first,” he breathes, one hand reaching to cup your cheek.

He closes his eyes again, fully aware now that he’s losing the battle against his feelings. You’re too close to allow him space to think, so rationality seems to be out the window as his bottom lip barely grazes yours. You gasp, so soft and so restrained that Javier nearly smiles against your lips.

The doorbell is the only audible sound left. It drowns out your and Javier’s breaths, distracting you from what could be either the sweetest taste or the gravest mistake.

“You should get that,” you say, being the one to pull away this time.

Grunting, Javier goes to answer the door. His hunger is long gone by this point, being replaced with something more urgent, gnawing at his insides.

But once again, he’s surprised to find someone else entirely in the doorframe.

When Steve’s eyes land on your flushed face in the background, he enters the apartment without uttering a single word—at first.

“What the hell’s going on with you and my sister?” he demands.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. “For fuck’s sake, Steven—“

“We’re friends,” Javier intervenes calmly. “That’s all there is to it.”

“Jav, you don’t befriend women. You sleep with them.”

You give Steve a deadly glare, one he blatantly ignores, which in return makes you angrier.

“What are you even doing here?” you ask him.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

“It’s none of your fucking business.”

“Then neither it’s yours.”

“I’m not sleeping with your sister, Murphy.”

Javier’s voice is booming this time around, cutting some of the impending tension between you and your brother.

“And I don’t have any intention to do so, either. She’s not my type.”

It suddenly becomes clear that despite the moment you’ve shared earlier and the sultry words that had been spilled, all Javier wants to do now is protect you—and Steve, respectively.

Perhaps it would indeed be better for everyone if whatever is going on between you and Javier remains exactly where it is now.

“He’s made that very clear to literally everyone, including myself,” you fortify.

“Your type,” Steve deadpans. “You mean with a pulse and single?”

Upon meeting Javier’s angered glare, Steve bows his head, recognizing his mistake. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes to both of you. “Look, I just want to look after her. We haven’t had a great relationship since she was in high school. I was hoping things would be different now.”

“By sniffing any guy who’s around her? Can’t imagine that’s the way to go.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Javier, you don’t have to—“

But Javier isn’t listening to you; he stands in between Steve and you, perhaps unconsciously so, willing to take any blow that might come your way.

“You told me to stay away from her, which I understood and respected,�� Javier says. “And apparently you told her I’m some asshole who bangs any woman near me, which isn’t entirely true. Not anymore. I may have been an asshole in the past, but I’m not a bad guy and I’d never hurt her, or any woman.”

“I know that. It’s just… I—I guess I took it too far. I’m really sorry. Of course it’s her choice who she wants to date.”

“Gee, thanks,” you coo from behind Javier.

“You’re in luck anyway because she’s not into me.”

“Are you into her?”

Unbeknownst to you, Javier gulps, which luckily goes unnoticed by Steve. The words he angrily spit at you before still ring in your ears and pound at the back of your mind, but it’s futile to bring them up now, not to mention risky.

“She’s great and funny, smart, but we’re—just friends,” Javier replies. “She’s not my type. I told you that, and I told her that.”

“Seems a bit insulting.”

“Kind of like you shitting all over her writing?”

You widen your eyes, honestly stunned that Javier would bring this up. And yet you can’t help but feel grateful as well, warmth engulfing you.

“What?” Steve asks.

“You constantly told her fanfiction is stupid, dismissing her writing altogether.”

“That’s not—“

“That’s exactly what you did. Did you ever read her story? It’s amazing and she’s a great writer.”

Your cheeks burn with flattery and gratitude, unable to add anything to the fiery conversation unfolding right now. You wouldn’t have expected Javier to take such a strong stance against someone he’d declared to be his best friend, which makes the gesture all the more meaningful to you.

You’ve never had anyone defend you or your passion this way, and it’s solidifying your feelings even more.

“You read her story?” Steve asks, dazed.

“I did. She’s damn good at writing, too. Maybe if you’d actually want to know her, as an adult, you’d have a better relationship.”

“Way out of line, Jav.”

“Yeah well, I’ve got an asshole reputation to uphold, right?”

“This is why I didn’t want you around my sister.”

“I respected your wish, man. But this is not your choice to make. If she wants to be friends, we’re gonna be friends. If she doesn’t want me in her life, she can say so herself. What she says, goes. And newsflash, I’m not the one being an asshole right now.”

“You know what?”

When you see Steve rolling up the sleeves of his denim jacket, that’s your cue to move.

“That’s enough,” you say, turning to Javier. “Javier, I appreciate everything you’ve said, but I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. And this is a conversation I need to have with my brother in private.”

You lay your hand over his bicep, barely touching, and it burns Javier’s skin. He looks at you, then at Steve, and backs off nodding.

“We need to talk, Steven. Now.”

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Cherry Magic TH: The Dreaded Big 3 0, The V Card, And L O V E.

disclaimer: this post gonna draw a lot from my personal experience. buckle up ya'll, this gonna get cringe and sappy.

Soooooooooooooooo, i'm a gay man who still a virgin and will turn 30 this year. i swear to satan if i'm not getting a magic power on my birthday i'm gonna be so mad.

now let me gush over how much cherry magic th work so much better for me as a show about a 30 virgin than the jp version. as much as i loved the jp version there is something undeniably frustrated about how that show depicted intimacy to me, i even joke tweeted when i finished it and a couple other jp bls that i want to fly to japan and suplex someone who won't show these gays kisses.

i view cherry magic as a story about someone who is scared and reluctant about love and intimacy because he stuck in his way of thinking, of how he undeserving of love just cause he view himself lesser than peers his age. so when the jp version barely showed adachi and kurosawa being intimate even in the movie after they worked and grew so much to love each other. it left sour taste in my mouth on a show i love dearly, and then come achi and karan, the kiss on the rooftop, the bed scene that left me breathless. this is how you do it!

as someone who only been romantically intimate with one person in my entire life and still have some aversion to physical intimacy. i imagine when i met and work hard to love and be with someone. i would behave like achi, scare as hell but will do anything to show the person i love how much they're meant to me.

there's two sayings that come to my mind when i watch this show. first "only when you start loving yourself that you'll be able to love others." and "when others start loving you that when you learn to love yourself." i don't think either of these phrases are right or wrong. maybe achi start to changed himself after he received external love from karan, but i think that changing yourself is an act of love to those around you and especially to yourself. achi changed because he acknowledged that he deserved to be love by both himself and karan.

i'm forever grateful for the th version for giving me the catharsis of this relationship. how not just love itself but the acts of love that changed both achi and karan for the better. sometime bls in general will tell you that characters are meant to be togerther while do the bare minimum. cherry magic show that it's words, actions, and how much you willing to fight for your relationship that matter.

#cherry magic th #thai bl #bl drama #bl meta #cherry magic #cherry magic thailand

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munsoncoffin · 7 months

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PRINCESS—

kinktober day one | collaring

steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.

submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson

word count: 1.8k

warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)

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it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.

as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s lips.

steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s lap.

eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s knees weak. so, princess it was!

the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.

and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.

steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.

steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.

eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steve’s nose.

“fuck,” eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.

he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.

his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steve’s lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s hips.

the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s climax and subsequent drool.

as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

steve’s smile grew wider somehow. “yes,” he licked his lips, cleaning of eddie’s residual cum, “master.”

#steddie #joseph quinn #steddie smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut #kinktober #joe keery

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 4 months

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I don’t think I’ll do any other auary prompts, but this one seemed good for a chapter I have written for an au where the Rise boys go through the fear fungus from the 2012 series!

@tmntaucompetition

@daboyau

Crisis

Mikey was on his plastron, laying on the floor. He had a paper in front of him and different colored pencils splayed around. He kicks his feet up and down as he draws. It had been too long since his last one. It felt good to stretch out his artistic muscles. He can’t really remember why he it took him so long to do this. He keeps his attention to the paper as one of his brothers walks in.

“Mikey.”

“Hey Donnie, what’s up?”

He continues drawing, not looking up at him just yet.

“Mikey!”

He jumps in surprise at his yelling and Donnie finally gets his attention.

They’re no longer in his room.

They’re in the turtle tank.

Emergency lights are flashing and metallic screeching fills his ears.

He remembers what this is.

“No! How did we get back here!?”

“Mikey! Pay attention! We have to find a way out!”

Donnie grips Mikey’s shoulders.

Mikey shakes. He knows there isn’t one. There wasn’t back then. There wouldn’t be now.

“D-Donnie, there’s-“

The walls start getting crushed around them.

Donnie throws himself over Mikey, holding him tight. Mikey closes his eyes, waiting for it all to go away, for it to be okay.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s outside the tank. He sighs in relief until he sees Leo kneeling down next to Donnie while Casey stands over them.

This didn’t happen before.

Mikey rushes over and sees that Leo is trying to perform CPR. He’s crying as Casey stares down in shock.

“Donnie!! No! No! Please! Wake up! You can’t do this to me!” Leo sobs as he keeps trying.

Even Mikey with his lack of medical knowledge knows that Donnie wasn’t going to wake up. He was….his body….it…was broken. Shattered. Squished. He wants to throw up. He wants to scream. He wants to cry.

For some reason he can’t do any of that.

Casey puts a hand on Leo’s shoulder, causing him to stop. Mikey can see the emotions flashing in his eyes. It’s changed from desperation to devastation to…something scary. Leo stands up and looks at Mikey.

“He just had to get stuck with you.”

“Wh-What….?”

Leo takes a step towards him.

“If it had been anyone else, they could have actually done something! They wouldn’t have been a scared little baby hiding in their shell!”

Mikey’s breathing gets choppy.

“No! Th-There was nothing I could-!”

“You always have to be the one getting protected! He would have made it if he wasn’t saving you!”

Mikey steps back.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“You’re sorry!? Now you’re sorry!? You never care about how much we have to worry about you! You’re nothing but a burden! And now you got Donnie killed!”

Mikey grips his head in grief and terror, finally screaming and sobbing.

He sits up in bed, still doing the same. He can’t stop shaking. His breathing is out of control.

He hears frenzied, hurried, loud stomps coming towards his train car. Raph slams his train car door open.

“Mikey! What’s wrong!?”

Mikey can’t help but keep sobbing, he’s in no condition to even try to answer.

Raph opens up his arms, allowing Mikey the option to hug but not going in for one right away in case it would only make it worse. Mikey basically jumps into his arms and clings to him. Raph hugs him tight, rubbing his shell comfortingly.

“Raph is here Mikey. Don’t worry.”

Mikey nearly chokes he gasps so fast.

“D-Donnie.”

Raph starts to understand and cradles Mikey close. He walks him over to one of the other train cars and gingerly walks in. Mikey can see that Leo and Donnie are sleeping next to each other in Raph’s bed. Mikey nearly falls out of Raph’s arms trying to get to him.

“Hey, be careful big man, calm down a second.” Raph whispers.

Raph gently places Mikey between the twins. Mikey sniffles and nuzzles his head into the crook of Donnie’s neck. It was easy to feel his pulse and hear him breathe this way.

Leo and Donnie both drape their arms over Mikey in their sleep. Mikey sighs slightly, calming down now that he knows for sure Donnie is safe and Leo doesn’t hate him.

Even subconsciously they care.

Raph crawls into bed and wraps himself around everyone, pulling them even closer.

“W-Wait….if everyone was asleep here….h-how did you hear me when they couldn’t?” Mikey asks quietly.

Raph glances away.

“….Raph….are you moving people in their sleep again? Were you coming to take me too?”

Raph taps his fingers together.

Mikey can’t help but smile tiredly. He may not be sure that his brothers will never be in danger again, but they’d never hate him like he saw in that dream.

“We’ll talk about that in the morning.” He closes his eyes.

He hears Raph sigh in relief. They’re all squished together a little more and Mikey couldn’t be happier about it. He falls asleep quickly.

In the morning, Mikey wakes up to Donnie playing games on his Switch. It seemed like all he could do since he was still very largely trapped by Raph and partially by Mikey himself.

“Can I watch?”

“I can’t stop you in the slightest.”

Mikey smiles and looks down at the screen.

Donnie tilts the switch slightly so Mikey can see better.

They stay like that for a while in silence.

“Hey….Donnie?”

“Yes, ‘Angelo?”

“I….I’m sorry.”

Donnie pauses for a moment then continues playing.

“For helping trap me in this bed?”

“That you had to protect me so much during all the Kraang stuff.”

Donnie pauses the game this time.

“Excuse me, had to? Are you assuming I was forced to?”

“I couldn’t get my portal powers working-“

“They were sealed off and when you got them back you threw an entire building at the krang. Not to mention you ripped through space and time to get Leo back. I believe it makes up any transgressions you believe happened.”

Mikey smiles.

“Thanks, Donnie.”

“You’re welcome. Now help me decorate my island.”

Mikey continues watching him play until Leo wakes up.

He yawns and stretches as much as he can.

“Mmmm….did Raph kidnap us from our beds again?”

“That would seem to be the case, yes.” Donnie answers.

“Not me….I had a nightmare.”

Leo and Donnie both look at him.

“What? A nightmare? I thought you were getting less of those now.”

“I thought I was too….but it was just one Leo. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to sleep in your room tonight?”

Mikey thinks for a moment.

“Yeah. That might help.”

Leo smiles and pats his head.

“Another sleepover it is.”

Mikey was pretty sure he was being babied right now, but after your entire family is almost killed twice you sort of get over it.

Besides, it helped everyone else to let them do it. Especially Leo. He was the one who wouldn’t let Mikey out of his sight the most.

Leo looks over at Raph next and pushes his face.

“Time to get up bro.”

Raph grumbles and finally releases everyone as he wakes up.

The rest of them are able to sit up now.

“I’m going to make breakfast-“

“Incorrect. I believe today father is making breakfast. No straining your arms yet.”

Mikey sighs.

He almost forgot about it.

“Okay Donnie. I won’t touch a single spatula, I promise.”

“Excellent.”

He and Mikey leave the bed.

Leo tries to follow but almost falls off it.

Several hands reach out to catch him, but Raph is the one who does.

“Alright, get up here.”

Leo let’s Raph pick him up.

“Vamonos! To the kitchen!”

He points.

Raph chuckles and carries him out.

Mikey and Donnie follow them.

They all eat breakfast together and the rest of the day makes the nightmare start to fade from Mikey’s memory. He was never alone the whole time, even being joined for his physical therapy time.

They all needed it anyways.

Still, the night came a little too soon for his liking. It brought the feelings back to his mind. He really didn’t want another nightmare like the last one. Not something so real.

He’s taken out of those thoughts as Leo leans his arm on his shoulder.

“Ready to get a good night’s sleep?”

Mikey smiles softly.

“You know it!”

He helps Leo to his room and into his hammock. It takes some time to join him because of balancing issues, but once he finally flops onto it, they laugh at the struggle of it all.

The two of them talk about everything and nothing. How Mikey’s been feeling, how Splinter left egg shells in the breakfast this morning, what the plans are for tomorrow.

As Leo chatters on, Mikey’s eyes droop. Leo softly rubs circles into his little brother’s shell, enticing him more into sleep.

His eyes fully close and he drifts off to sleep.

He wasn’t even granted a peaceful start this time.

Black tendrils dig into his skin and crawl up around his face. He tries to avoid looking at the weird mass of teeth next to him.

“Gross, gross gross gross, Donnie-!” His face drops the moment he looks at the state he’s in.

The tendrils have spread far and Donnie’s head was drooped down. His eyes were gray and lifeless. There was no movement coming from him in the slightest.

Mikey panics and look towards where Leo and Raph had been fighting.

Leo was in a similar state to Donnie but for a different reason. He was pierced clean through the plastron with Raph’s Kraangified arm.

Raph had Leo’s weapon imbedded into his chest.

Mikey screams out as he’s enveloped by the tendrils.

He shoots straight up and breathes heavily.

His eyes quickly move to the occupied side of the hammock.

Leo is breathing steadily, curled up close to him. Mikey smiles softly and lays back down, presses his cheek against his brother’s. His eyes close for a second just to take in the fact that he’s still around. The moment that he realizes something is wrong when he feels his skin become wet.

Opening his eyes, it’s obvious that Leo is crying in his sleep. There’s a slight shaking coming from him too. Mikey immediately starts shaking him awake.

“Leo, wake up!”

He opens his eyes that dart around the room before finally landing on Mikey.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He takes his hand and squeezes it.

Leo breathes shakily and stares hard until he glances behind him. That’s when he grabs Mikey and tosses both of them off the hammock. He lands on the floor on his shell, shouting in pain slightly from his previous injuries.

“Leo!“

“W-We have get out of here, now!” His hand scrambles for something.

“It wasn’t real! We’re both okay!”

“No, you don’t get it! Something’s wrong! And I’m not letting it hurt you!” He grabs a ruler that was on the ground and turns it into his sword.

“Leo! You can’t! You promised!”

“You’re more important!” He opens a portal and sends them through.

They wind up in Donnie’s lab, scaring the crap out of the soft shell who was already heavily on guard since he wasn’t supposed to be staying up this late.

“Nardo!? You said you wouldn’t use a portal again until we all agreed you could!”

“I-I had to! Take Mikey, there’s something in his room!” Leo moves him away and tries to open another portal.

Donnie lunges forward and takes the sword from him.

“Mikey, what’s happening!?”

“I don’t know! We both had nightmares and now he’s freaking out!”

“Give it back! We can’t leave that thing in there!” Leo tries to stand and grab at the sword.

“I’ll take care of it! Just no more portals!” Donnie holds it away.

“No! I can’t let you!” He reaches up more but immediately stops at the sharp pain coming from his shell.

Leo falls over back onto the floor. Having used up too much energy and worsened old injuries, he was out cold again.

The sword in Donnie’s hand turns back into a ruler that he tosses aside in favor of picking Leo up.

“Let’s get him to med bay.”

They rush to the train car holding all the supplies they had basically emptied not too long ago.

Both of them hated the fact that Leo was back in it again so soon. Despite every insistence from him, they knew he had probably developed a fear of the type of room he used to love.

Donnie lays him in the bed and sets up a monitor for his vitals. They seemed steady at the moment so he just makes sure that all his injuries are taken care of.

“Is….is he going to be okay….?” Mikey frowns as he gets closer to the bed.

“Of course. This is nothing. This is fixable. As long as he…doesn’t go anywhere we can’t….I can fix it.” He grips the metal bed railing tightly.

“I’m going to go wake up Raph and tell him what happened.” He turns to leave.

“Wait!”

Mikey stop and looks at him.

“Take my battle shell with you, just in case.” He takes it off, holds it out to him.

Mikey’s heart starts beating fast at thinking about his first nightmare.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine!”

“I wasn’t asking.” He shoves it into his arms with an extremely stern look.

“O-Oh….okay. I’ll be right back.”

Donnie nods and goes back to keeping an eye on Leo.

Mikey leaves, gripping the shell tightly as he rushes to Raph’s train car. He finds him wrapped around the teddy bears he had made to look like them.

It was a big relief that they had survived when Shredder ruined their first home and when the Kraang got into their current one.

“Raph! Raaaaaph!! Wake up!”

He groggily opens his eyes and sits up, holding the bears still as he yawns.

“Mmmm….oh, Mikey, another nightmare? C’mere.” He holds the bears with one hand and reaches for him with the other.

“No! Yes, but that’s not what’s happening! Leo thought he saw something in my room-“

“There’s something in your room!? Raph’s got it!” He drops the bears and runs to Mikey’s room.

He quickly runs after him.

“No! Raph! Stop it!”

They eventually both reach the room where Raph starts looking all over.

“Whatever you are, come out! Leave my brothers alone!”

“Raph! You didn’t hear me right! There’s nothing-!”

“Found it!”

“What….?” He looks up at where Raph’s line of sight is.

In the corner of the train car, there’s a blue, glowing creature with small tendrils coming out of it.

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lavenderrvalleyy · 12 days

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Introducing: A Comic That Took Way Too Long To Make For What It Is.

It's... it's done... *drops to the floor*

Anyway, I had this dumb idea in my head for literally a year and didn't do shit about it until now XD got the idea from the first time I ever encountered Pizza Tower, in the Lario Level Gnome Forest where Peppino has a break for once while Gustavo & Brick do some of the work... and I thought "man how unfortunate if the Noise found him napping like this and just AMBUSHED him in his sleep lmao" and thus... this happened. Yes I got carried away, can't help it these two are too fun to draw-

Oh, an ending? Yeah I can give you one:

Oh, you wanted a QUALITY ending? Sorry pal, we only post bullshit here. What you see is what you get.

Also since tumblr shrunk the comic panels here's the script if y'all need it under the cut:

Narrator/Granny Pizza(?): Here we see a Peppino, in his (un)natural habitat. In the bushes, a wild Noise stalks his prey...

*Rustle*

Noise: Hehehe... target acquired.

*Boing!* *THUMP*

Noise: HUUUH-

Peppino: ?

Noise: PPBBHHT

Peppino: GYAHAHAH! WHAT TH-?!?!

Noise: Coochie coochie coo >:3

Peppino: HAHAHAHA- No, that ti- tick-! HAHAHAHAHAHA- Not there!!! Wh- NOISE!!! What the hell?! I was ASLEEP!!!

Noise: Exactly! The perfect moment to strike.

Peppino: Hm... hehehe...

Noise: ...? Whoa, Easy on the grip, big guy! I was just kidding around... wait, are ya gonna-

Peppino: Revenge is-a MINE! HUUUUH-

Noise: *Squirming* Ohhh no no no no NO NO-

Peppino: PPBBHHT

Noise: NaaaAAA-!!!

#my stupid drawings #🍕#in case you're wondering I actually do not have the Pizza Granny Dialog font...#...I tried to download it but my computer wouldn't let me so I copy/pasted EACH FUCKING LETTER onto the panel and it was hell #longest comic I made so far... and I will make more longer stuff in the future :D but first I need a break because OWWWW my hand hurts #edit 4/14: fixed gustavo's nightmare mouth in the ending gif

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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me again! This time I’m requesting sfw gus fring x gender neutral reader? I’m imagining the reader works with walt and jesse and meets gus through them and he takes a liking to them. Again, can be headcanons or a story. Thanks!! ❤️

"Really? He wants us to meet the guy here?"

You were in the passenger seat as Mr. White pulled into the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This did not seem like the kind of place to discuss such an important business deal. This was the kind of place you'd go to at 3AM when you're hungover and playing chicken with the toilet.

"Look, I didn't pick the location, alright?" Mr. White replied as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "For once, I'm as clueless as you are."

You rolled your eyes, he always had to find a way to insult you, didn't he?

The two of you walked in, ordered your food, and sat down at a booth. Jesse came in a couple minutes late, and he looked pretty rough. He was shaking, probably spun out. You scooted over in your seat to let him in, and gave him a "You good?" look. Walt just groaned. "You're late," He said bluntly.

Jesse scanned the room anxiously, "We're in the big time now. So where's the kingpin?"

Walt answered, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Wait, what?" You asked, "do you even know who he is?"

"Were neither of you two listening when Saul went over this?" Walt put his face in his palms and took a deep breath, as if he was praying for the strength to not strangle the both of you. "No, I don't know who he is. So why don't you just shut up and-"

"What about that guy?" You pointed at a clean-cut man with glasses talking to another customer. He was in a button down shirt and tie, suspiciously out of place in an establishment like this.

Mr. White slapped your hand down. "Don't point, you dope! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Jesse chimed in as he looked over his shoulder. "They could be right, though. He doesn't look like he belongs here. 'S kinda a Where's Waldo thing, y'know? Should we ask?"

"No. No, we should not ask." Walt growled, pulling both of your gazes back on him. "I just said we don't want to make a scene. Am I the only one around here who gives a-"

An unfamiliar voice cut him off, "Good afternoon! Is everything to your satisfaction?"

The three of you jumped in your seats, and turned to look at the new party in your conversation. It was that guy you had just pointed out. How the hell did he get over here without any of you noticing? Unless he had teleportation powers, you must've been making a bigger scene than you all thought.

Mr. White opened his mouth, but you were first to speak. "Good, thanks! Hey, uh, we're supposed to meet someone here right about now. Did anyone ask about us?"

The mysterious stranger looked at you curiously, and checked over his shoulder before answering, "No, but..." He leaned in closer to you, his smile suddenly warmer and his voice much softer, "I'm sure whoever you're meeting will be happy to see you."

You started to blush, forgetting where you were, who you were with, and what the context of the situation was. Any confidence you held a moment ago was as fried as the restaurant's famous spice curls. "Th...Thanks..." you stuttered.

The stranger nodded to you and said, "You are most welcome," before he reverted to his original stance and volume to address your partners as well. "Please let me know if you have any questions," were his parting words.

You couldn't take your eyes off him as he walked away. "That's the guy..."

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fxshigurosbae · 1 year

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Can you please do relationship headcanons of the jjk boys and how it’d be like to have them as boyfriends? Thank you!

THEM AS BOYFRIENDS . . .

⋆.ೃ࿔*gojo, toji, nanami, getou, megumi [19] , yuuji [19]

✶ mature content (minors do not interact)

NOTE. thank you so much for the request! i’d like to apologize for taking so long!

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gojo

the type of boyfriend who gets sulky like a child if you don’t call him by a petname, those being preferably baby, honey or darling, because he does the same to you! — but he won’t lie, he loves hearing you call him satoru when you’re angry at him. he’s the type to tease you for being shorter than him, he’ll swing something over your head and chuckle deviously since you can’t get it, he makes you irritated whenever he gets something for you from the higher shelf, with a previous peek under your shorts or skirt — he gets a slap back — and gojo definitely leans down to hear you better and it turns you on pisses you off. satoru death glares any guy that looks at you, even if it’s a seventy year old man or a little boy passing by, and of course, he tries to make it explicit that you are his girlfriend. it is noticeable and obvious that he is the biggest tease in the world, and of course, gojo has to come so close to your face, breath against your lips and not do anything, just to lead you into thinking he was going for a kiss, he does it all the time but never forgets to peck your lips before going out, because if you don’t, he either won’t leave, or won’t let you leave. he is the type to show up with the hugest bouquet of flowers you could have possibly ever seen, they’re always different types and very expensive, he even draws silly little things to you as letters. when it comes to his phone, the home and lock screens both have pictures of you, and he constantly changes them, since gojo’s always taking candids of you from all angles. messaging you before bed is a must! gojo will keep calling, spamming texts, sending audios, facetiming and even emailing, if needed, just so that you send him a goodnight text back. satoru is also the type of boyfriend to play with your hair, grabbing strands and intervening with his long fingers, he likes to admire the shine when the wind is blowing, or just when you’re focused on something else — he will stare at you, at your eyes while doing so too. is it even necessary to add that he is you sugar daddy? it’s already a very well known fact, he will spend th***nds with you, we are talking about luxury brands, clothes, makeup, shoes, whatever you desire baby! — lingerie selectively chosen by himself included. on the other hand, the man is a complete menace, he is horny 25/8, he always sends you dick pics, no matter where you both are. gojo calls you late at night with a trembling raspy voice as he jerks himself off, even sexting too. satoru has developed a liking to taking pics of you when he’s fucking you from behind, also he’s got a collection of pictures of your pussy spilling with his cum. the man is too a storyteller, he only says good things about you to get getou jealous, you don’t even want to hear what he’s got to say, he’ll show off exaggeratedly. you’ll often find yourself all messed up, with a ruined brand new dress, after he’s fucked you repeatedly, just to have him buy you another one even more beautiful later. can’t forget to mention, satoru gropes your titties when you don’t pay him some attention, he’s so selfish, he wants you all to himself, he’s just a big baby after all.

toji

is one to usually fall asleep between your thighs, holding onto your sides, feeling the warmth and comfort it gives him while you interlace your fingers on his soft black hair. he always walks with his huge hand behind your neck, on the nape, almost as if guiding you, or on your waist too, feeling the shape. he’s the type to check under your skirt, and hypocritically cover your ass when in public. he’s got a messed up sleeping schedule, so he got used to sending you texts late at night, at like 3 or 4 am! — you probably know what he’s going on all about. plus, you learned to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes, you love it, and it doesn’t matter if you’re in the couch or in bed. on the other side of the coin, he’s already a very daring man, so daring, he has the audacity to steal your panties, toji gets them when you’re done with the laundry or the ones from the drawers, even your favorite pairs! one thing toji hates is when you’re acting like a brat, and as punishment, you get your hair pulled, and your cheek slapped when you ignore him — that happens only when he knows you’re not that really pissed off, seems toxic but it’s not, not that much. be ready to get your ass slapped all the time too, he’ll really feel the flesh, might as well bite your neck while he’s at it. one thing he loves are fingers, well, he loves having his fingers inside your pussy when you’re both supposed to be watching a movie, that happens with every movie — mostly when it’s just both of you, but that doesn’t mean other people can’t be close by — and in the end, he’ll make you suck on them, even if out of the blue, you’ll see his eyes sparkle when your saliva coats his digits, well, not only your saliva…

nanami

is a lot more normal, compared to the previous two. he adores hugging you from behind, if it’s when you’re cooking, doing the dishes, the laundry, doing your makeup, it doesn’t matter. he’s a gentleman, always making sure you’re not on the side of the street, changing places with you worriedly. learning how to cook and bake your favorite dishes, he searches recipes on books because he doesn’t like to use the internet — he’s just not familiar with technology. if it’s cold or not, especially if there’s men lurking at you, he’ll cover you with his blazer, constantly making sure you’re doing fine, with a hand on your lower back, to remind you of his presence, and to discreetly keep close to you at all times. sleeping on your belly! he loves it so much, he just feels so safe, wrapping his big manly arms around your hips and waist, caressing his thumbs on your skin, he even undoes the bed before you go to sleep, he knows you’re tired. after a long day at work, he gets home exhausted and looking dead, so your cuddles work like battery for him, he gets instantly better as soon as he feels your skin against his, of course he’ll wash up first, he doesn’t want you to get dirty — only with other things. nanami goes down on you every time, he says you’re the main meal, so why should he skip it, right? he lets you sit on his lap when he’s working — who says you won’t grind his thigh too? remember those hugs from behind? he also fucks you while he’s at it, especially when you’re in the kitchen or in the bathroom. he’s the type to take showers after you have sex, washing your hair and doing your skincare for you, some massages, even cooks you something afterwards, he’s just the sweetest!

getou

is so possessive, it totally pisses him off when guys hit on you, he’ll rudely scoff them away or contrarily, send them off with a contemptuous smile on his face. when he smokes, getou makes sure you’re not on the way of the smoke, he doesn’t want you choking or having the smell on your beautiful hair or clothes. you both match yukatas and kimonos, he’ll always buy the most expensive ones, with fabrics that suit your skin color. kisses on the forehead are routine, he’s taller than you, so he’ll bend down to leave a long kiss, and he’ll watch you get on your toes to return the favor. getou’s the type of boyfriend to let you make all sorts of braids on his silky hair before going to bed, you practiced so much you’re an expert, and he absolutely loves it! well, not so innocently, suguru has the habit to record you sucking him off, just to send to gojo — of course, he wants to show off — he’ll even beg you to give him a bj, he mastered the arts of acting, in the end, getou will also smoke while you’re at it. quickies in the car can be added to the list of weekly things to do, he is just absolutely obsessed with seeing the windows of the car fogged, your scent all around, and being alone with you in a small, dark and comfy place, because getou, contradictorily, just wants to worship you.

megumi

is just so cute, he’s the type to cuddle and hold your hand when you watch a horror movie together, because he knows you won’t be able to sleep after it. the dark-haired loves to fall asleep on your legs or lap, it feels just so cozy and he likes something to squish, plus your fingers massaging his head, playing with his spiky hair, it’s heaven on earth! whenever you’re bored, you sit on him in bed, so you can do his makeup, megumi simply lays there with his eyes closed, or he takes a peek and keeps staring at you all focused. one thing you absolutely die for is when the guy pats your head in a way to praise you, to even make you feel better, it’s just the absolute cutest, he’s got those puppy eyes too. you’re also used to having him wait for you, megumi will stand there until you’re done with whatever it is, such a gentleman — and the sidewalk rule! can’t forget about that, he’s so smooth with it, you don’t even notice sometimes, but he never forgets. his love language is quality time and acts of service, so the young fushiguro will hold your hand under the desk when you’re out with your friends — because he is shy, of course, and doesn’t want to keep distance, so he finds a way to show his love to you — everytime, he will tie your shoes if needed, and so much more. but there’s always two sides to things, behind the scenes, megumi lets you suck him off under his desk — on online meetings, studying, playing videogames, on calls with yuuji or gojo. one thing you got him to do is to send you unmuted videos — yup, those type of videos, and boy, they’re good — whining lowly because he doesn’t want to let others know what’s going on there, still, that makes it even better, he even complains you got him addicted. whenever you cuddle, be prepared to have your neck and collarbones showered in kisses, long and soft ones, you swear his lips are going to crack or bleed from how much he kisses those places. megumi, like said, likes to sleep on your thighs, but there’s just the need to mention again just how much he is obsessed with them, he will literally have hearts on his eyes, squish them, kiss them, leave small hickeys on the inner skin — it’s just irresistible for him, and he’s got a lot of self-control!

yuuji

is also like a child, he’s constantly matching outfits with you, matching pjs so he can say you look better than him, cuter than him, he’ll compliment you entirely. yuuji does some things that would be seen as embarrassing for others, but it’s fine if it’s just the both of you, right? so he’ll be trying to feed you by saying here comes the airplane, in the end, you’re the one feeding him. he’s the type to dance whenever he notices you’re sad, he’s not very aware but still, when it comes to you, he’s got a very keen eye, playing k and j pop songs you like the most, only in order to see a bright smile on your pretty face — he’ll most likely embarrass you on the streets too, that includes dancing, singing, running around. itadori will most definitely kiss you all of the time! he’ll kiss your cheeks, squeeze them, kiss your shoulders, lots of kisses and hugs. he is just so dramatic, he’ll act hurt and play-pretend just so you pay attention to him — gojo’s influence maybe. one thing he adores is giving you massages, on the legs, on the arms, on your back, he gets worried he’s using too much strength. be prepared to have him falling asleep on your chest, he is just crazily, madly, insanely addicted to your boobies, it feels warm! talking about that, he is not that innocent, he’s a horny one, yuuji is not one to be too hardcore but still, he likes sucking on your nipples, he’ll play with them all night long if you let him. and, oh, how he loves calling you mommy, he begs, he waits for permission, he just obeys every command, he does everything and more for you, just got to ask!

🔖: @reiners-milkbiddies @yourfavouritepineapple @angiefucks @lilithlunas @nchuuyahq @poesexual @sacvh @kitabestboy

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roachemoji · 8 months

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Stranger Things Season 4 Thread!!!!!!!! 04 01

theres NO realistic way in hell some kid was chucking that shit every damn day and making it !!!!!!!!! bro would have smacked someone in the fucking FACE by now!!!!!

starting off with a freak ass routine gotcha gotcha gotcha !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aGAGGLE OF BALD CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its been. 4 minutes and im already so uncomfortable with how they hold the kids hands to lead them around lmao

Brenner cant draw for SHIT girl if that was me id tell him i dont know bc its fucking UGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH. HES RIGHT.

GOD hes. i hate hate hate hate hate hate his fucking face it makes me so uncomfortable.

GIRL HELLO !!!!!!!!! DAMN LMAO

EXPLODES THEM EXPLODESTHEM EXPLODES THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the TONE shift from the last season is really getting to me girlie like that last one didnt feel REAL and this one feels VERY present. even with the rainbow visuals in the room?

OUGHH GOD HES SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

HIS EXPRESSIONS ARE SO ???? HIS GASP SEEING A DEAD KID??? IDK HOW TO PLACE IT.

damn girlie what did you do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EL'S !!!! FUCKING AUTISM ACCENT? LOVE HER. LOVE HER.

ARGYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODIM SO EXCITED TO MEET HIM !!!!!

I CANT PUT INTO WORDSS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TONE SHIFT AND THEM BEING OLDER AND EL'S LETTER TO MIKE BEING !!!! SO.

THEYRE ALL SO BIG NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAREN LOOKS SO CUTE AND TED? KILLS HIM.

SUZZIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DUSTIN <3333333 THEYRE SO CUTE

STEVE AND ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOOPLE WHO LIKE BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ING STE VE. BI MEN AND THEIR LESBIAN BESTIES ???

MAX IS NOT BEATING THE TRANS MASC ALLEGATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT NOW NOT EVER NOT IN MY HEART

UCAS LOOK SO FU CKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS HAIIRRRRRR

WHO TH FUCK IS THIS ARCHIE LOOKING WHITE MAN ?????

THEIR PANTS ARE TEAR AWAY ? I GUESS THOSE HAVE A FUCKING USE .... WHEN IT COMES TO SPORTS ? BUT STILL KAJDSHKJHADS IM FU CKING KAJHDKJAHSD. THEY DIDNT DIE SO WE WOULD LOOSE AT BASKETBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP

Lucas is making a good ass point butalso im so sorry he doesnt wanna be a loser nerd freak anymore :pensive:

the fu cCKING RUSSIANS LAKJSHDAKSJHDKJ HDAMN GIRLIE HOLY SHIT BE CAREFUL ? EW. EW? WHOSE THE LITTLE WHITE WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH ELL BABY YOU GOT THIS. YOU GOT THIS!!!! GO AUTISM GIRLIE!!!!!!!!

IM GONNA KILL. EVERYONE IN THAT ROOM. !! PLEASE LET HER JUST. OUGHHGH GODD. WILL TEARING UP TOO. FUCKING EXPLODE HER!!!!!! EXPLODE THAT FUCKING. BITCH HOLY SHIT ?

WILL IS.

MAX ?? QUEER WHATS WITH THE... GREEN SCRUNCHIE?? THAT THE OTHER GIRLIES HAVE

LUCAS approaching Max who... is the only one who is like ? LOUDLY suffering with shit after watching Billy die and be traumatized vs the core group not NOT being traumatized but handling it VERY DIFFERENTLY ? like they always "bounced back" and Max isn't

o h JESUS WHAT THE FUCK HELLO ?????? bro aksjdhkasjhakhkKJHDFKJSDHFKJH DAMN I WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT THAT BATHROOM HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

Eddie doesnt SOUND like i thought he would ???? AKDHAKDJH i forgot about the hanky code my mans wearing

dustiinnNNSFNKJKSJH DUSTIN. AKJSDH!!!!!! MIKE'S FACE.

Eddie's vibe is. AKHASKDJASHD like my ex boyfriend from highschool

MURRYYYY !!! MISSED HIM. LOVE HIM. RIP ALEXEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she has nIPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGYLE AKSJHDKASJH!!!!!!!!!! MOPEY DICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NANCY LOOKS SO CUTE!!!

ARGYLE CALLING HIM A FUCKING GOOD BOY KJHSDKAHADSKJHADSKJH YELLING

im sorry literally N OON wants to play DnD you just have to find the gay people !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (40 years from now)

Out h ere being Mentally ill in da Woods as you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what gay ass drugs are we selling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh hes DRAMATIC fucking theater kid. that man's NOT STRAIGHT !!!! and also defenitely has ADHD. chewing on his fucking HAIR !!! stimming i see u !!

EL BABY GIRL IM SO SORRY I WAN T TO EXPLODE THE WORLD FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO KILL FOR HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOY SHIT . MAKE THEM PISS THEIR PANTS GIRL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OO OoOOO H BABAKJSHD I FORGOT HER POW ERS ARENT ,,, WO RK ING,,, ABY IM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS IS FUCKING PAINFUL.

tHE focus not having been on Will the entire time except for a snippet here and there is REALLY NICE ACTUALLY likE!!! IDK BUT IT IS. TTHAT MANS FIGURING OUT HES QUEER TOO

MURRY JADKASLASKLJSADKJ !!!! MY MAN ABSOLUTEL LOSING HIS MIND

sTEVE IM AKSDJHS SORRY GIRLIE LMAOOOOOO fuc kinggGGGG TAMMMYYYYY AKSDJAKDHAKJSDHKAJSHD ROBINNN GIRLIEE IM SO FUCKING SORRRYY. JDKLKJDLKJFDSJLKDF I WA NNA FUCKING.

ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY GIRL IS BACKKKK YEAHHHH FUCKING LOVE HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HER HAIIIRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR HER TO DESTROY EDDIE

DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fucking mountain dew cansssss his DM set up is so good

I JUST LOVE HOW DND IS USED AS FORESHADOWING BABEY !!!

Dusstin and Erica working together like THIS IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH. love u lady applejack <33333

FUCKING GET IT ERICA!!!! LUCAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASSSEEEEEEEEE

YYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i thOUGHT he was tlking to like a lizard and not a guitar AKSJD

IS Chrissy just experiencing like a psychotic break ?? delusions??? I cant tell if its like. ACTUALLY happening to her or something to do with the UD ? Dissociative seizures????? DISSOCIATIVE SEIZURES AND THE UD ?????

FEEL LIKE ALL THE SPIDER VISUALS AND SHIT ARE IMPORTANT AND I JUST DONT KNOW HOW YET !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH IS THIS VECNA ? SIR !! YOURE. WET :/

BRO HELLO WHAT

KING WHAT DOES THAT M EAN

ASDASKJHD KASHDKASJH SORRY TO EDDIE WHO THOUGH YEAHHH A FRIEND :3c

GIRL WAHT THE FUCK EXORCIST SHIT HOLY HSHKJASJK LSHAJKHAD HE RE YEB ALLS!!!!!!!!! BROOOO AKSJDHKASHDKASHD

yeah so season 3 was. liike. different and now ? we're back at it!!!! we're back at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSRRIGH alright

ending with a half song again no lyrics inchresting

#bo posting #stranger things #st #live blogging #OH THE VIBES ARE BACK BABEY

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whereismyhat5678 · 7 months

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HEEEEY, PSSST!

(do you have more headcanons???)

Oh yeah *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for some PEPPINO

(OKAY IN ADVANCE- I wrote A SHIT TON below the cut, and I think because of this I have more headcannons for Peppino than Gustavo- SO PREPARE YOURSELVES- Oh! And I also added Pep and Gus mixed headcannons at the bottom so if you just wanna see those you’ll see this emoji: 💕 Alright thanks! And enjoy :00)

- I said this in a reblog-, at this point I think I hc him a lefty, I KEEP DRAWING HIM AS ONE SO FUCK IT-

- Oh sports are his life support, it’s his saving grace HE LOVES SPORTS- mainly football and soccer (he used to play soccer in middle-high school) THIS MAN SCREAMS AT THE TV “GOOOAAAAAAAAAL” WHEN SOCCER’S ON (he’s just like my dad for real- :0)

- He definitely listens to old fashioned Italian music, his mother raised him in it HE WILL DIE WITH IT IN HIS BLOOD. But he also likes other types of music (he mains Depeche Mode-)

- He has the most dankest most messed up shat up car you can ever imagine that’s STILL GOING, he treats his car like his child though, he cleans it and is EXTREMELY careful with his baby (He listens to his songs in there and bobs his head when he has a song he likes, but he looks really serious, like he’s gonna kill someone- but he’s still enjoying himself)

- I should also mention that he SUCKS at driving, man has a drivers license yet he’s dog at it?! This is also why his car is so jacked up because he kept crashing it when he was younger- I think he’s cooled down now but he still can’t park right- This is also why he rather would take his pizza delivery motorcycle or Stick just drives him (since he’s funnily enough the only good driver-)

- His house is pretty small, and a bit tight but it’s okay once you get used to it, he tries to stay organized but at times he does tend to leave clothes on the floor. Of course his garage is the cleanest thing known to man, a bunch of flags (a big ass Italian flag-) and signs that say “Man’s garage” or “Man cave”. He also has another fridge full of beers and sodas.

- Have I mentioned he likes beer?🍻

(- And when Peppino’s drunk he’s either two things, a silly drunk: he’s doing stupid shit-

….Or a flirty drunk 👀🔥)

- He still has his war gear in a closet, he keeps it for memories (the GOOD ones) and just cuz he thinks it might be important still.

- He keeps a shotgun underneath his bed (for protection of course-)

- He also has a punching bag in his basement, a big ol’ red one, and he has it there to take his anger out 🥊🔔

- I think he has a bit of anger issues, not too severe! Just that he can get mad easily if stuff just isn’t going right, which is also why he HATES The Noise and Pizza Head, they’re too chaotic for him-

- When Brick was gonna stay with them Peppino initially just wanted Brick away from him but he ended up like one of those Dads that have their pet on the couch watching TV. He also play fights with him too like: he’ll pretend to punch him or he wrestles with him for fun-

- He’s an asshole when he wants to be, one time he was eating with his friends at a McDonalds and they were getting breakfast, motherfucker ate half his friend’s hash-brown and put the half he didn’t eat outside the wrapper to make it look normal. (He did this when he was a teen but he can still be an ass like this-)

- He uses a lot of Italian hand gestures, he uses his hands A LOT he practically talks with them-

- He speaks very aggressively in Italian, the amount of times people thought he was angry and yelling at them even though he was just telling them to hand him a napkin. It’s hilarious, Gustavo is the only one to understand he’s not angry, he’s just talking- 😂

- This even applies to when he’s talking in English, HE STILL YELLS- Like his voice is a big BOOM, yeah he can calm it down but it’s still relatively loud, he’s only ever quiet when he NEEDS to be quiet-

Okay now for some Peppino and Gustavo together x] 💕💕💕

- Gustavo’s species has their own language but they can pick up on other languages pretty quickly, so when Peppino wanted to teach him Italian he started slowly and BAM 💥 not even a month passed and he’s speaking fluently! Peppino’s jaw dropped literally-

- Gus can speak his species language at times but only ever to himself.. He usually talks in English and Italian around Peppino (Gus when he’s angry talks really fast in his language, it’s best to just leave him be until he calms down…)

- They speak Italian to each other sometimes, they switch between English and Italian regularly, but they speak English mainly. They WILL however yell at each other in Italian, mostly so no one can understand their conversation if there is people around

- AND FINALLY- like I said with the Italian hand gestures, Peppino uses them A LOT, and he mainly uses them with the other Italians and Gustavo, BUT MAINLY Gustavo. He taught him every gesture in the book so Gus knows what he’s feeling just by hand gestures.

Even some…. Special ones 👀…..

OKAY THAT’S IT-

#Pizza Tower #Headcannons #MY HEADCANNONS???#This time with Peppino WAHOO-#I’m so sorry for writing so much my god-#I wrote a whole ass essay down there-#I’m very passionate about every headcannon about Peppino because these were all inspired by my Dad- 💀#I SWEAR THE STORY ABOUT THE HASH-BROWN MADE ME LAUGH-#I am also very passionate about the hand gestures- I’m so tempted to draw him doing Italian hand gestures- I WILL DO IT AT ONE POINT I WILL #Hehe alright I hope everyone likes them I spent a lot of time on this-

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angxlwritez · 11 months

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Been Like This

➳♡゛PAIRING: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

➳♡゛SUMMARY: (Y/N) has finally come to the realization that things are no longer how they used to be. Coming to terms that it was never her fault.

➳♡゛WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Angst, Mentions of Breakups, Angst (If I missed any just let me know).

➳♡゛A/N: Heavily inspired by the song "Been Like This" by Doja Cat. From the moment I heard it I just had to write something. Plus I had to get in my angst bag real quick!

Y/N sat at the table as classical dinner music played around her. She poked the long green vegetable with her fork while her other hand rested along her thigh, discreetly hiding the fact that her long acrylic nails were digging into the skin of her palms. She watched as the man in front of her ate his meal without giving her a second glance, almost as if she wasn't there at all.

Thoughts went through the woman’s head, debating on whether she should leave or not. She wasn’t the type of person to just leave, but the situation had become too much for her. One of the biggest issues was that she didn’t know what to say, but the reality was that there really was nothing to say at all. This had gone on for far too long, and she finally wanted out.

As Y/N rested the fork down, she took up the thin wine glass and took a long sip as her eyes closed. It wasn’t like the man in front of her was paying attention anyway. That being said, she’d be needing the sweet liquid courage for what she was about to do. As she opened her eyes, she let out an almost quiet “ahem,” hoping to catch his attention.

As Eren looked up, the woman began to speak. “I shouldn't have come. You can't be doing th-" Stopping her words, she took a deep breath from her nose, trying to conceal the harsh tone of her voice as to not draw any attention between the two.

Before anything else was said, Y/N whispered a hushed “I need to go,” as she quickly stood up and left through the restaurant’s doors. Walking as fast as she could in her heels to find her car, tears started to fall from the woman’s face. As easy as she’d thought it would be to let go, she felt hurt and upset.

She knew she should have listened to the people around her, but she was just too blind to see it. She thought that whatever was going on would just pass, but she was wrong. Those days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months. The same person she fell in love with changed right before her eyes. It wasn’t until the time they spent apart that she finally noticed.

He never reached out to her once, never apologized when he was the one who did wrong. It was always her coming back to him, her apologizing to him, and she never did anything wrong. All she wanted to do was be the perfect partner, and that’s where she realized she was wrong. It was never her fault.

Digging through her purse to find her keys, Y/N could hear the heavy footsteps of Eren close behind her, refusing to turn around.

“What was that about, Y/N?” The man’s voice rose as he continued to stand behind her, waiting for her to turn around.

Discreetly wiping the tears from her face, Y/N gave him a piercing gaze before turning her head again as she began to speak. In a hushed tone, the woman whispered, "Why did you invite me here, Eren?"

"Is it wrong for me to want to see my fiancé? I haven't seen you in five fucking months, Y/N!" The man's voice rose as his nostrils flared.

The woman turned around as she shook her head. "See me? You didn't even look at me at the damn table. As a matter of fact, you barely even looked at me all night. Do you want to tell me why that is?" Eren stood still, not even uttering a word, just looking at her as if she had two heads.

"What's the matter, huh? Cats finally got your tongue? Or have you realized how much of a pathetic person you really are?"

Before Y/N could let out any more words, the man quickly interrupted her. "Do you really have to do this here? Can you stop making this a big deal for once?"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she slightly clenched her jaw, her anger almost getting the best of her. As she tried to ignore what Eren had just said, she spoke, "I'm tired, Eren."

Eren continued to stare at the woman, taking slow steps towards her as he tried to close their distance.

Not wanting him any closer than where he was, she mumbled 'stop' as she stuck out her hand to stop him. She murmured, "I don't think I can love you like this.”

"Tell me that's not true, Y/N. This has to be a joke, right?" Eren exclaimed as he was shaken with shock.

The woman shook her head as she spoke, "There's nothing to joke about, Eren. Everything is more important to you than me. I tried, I really did. I gave you three whole years of me, and I guess it wasn't enough for you. All you had to do was meet me halfway, and you couldn't even do that."

Eren's eyes widened as a look of panic flashed across his face. "We can work this out, Y/N. We always do."

"There's nothing to work out, Eren. I'm done. I really thought you were different, and you proved me wrong. The damage is done. We're over!"

Y/N removed the diamond-encrusted band from around her finger, throwing it at him.

"You don't mean that, Y/N. I can be better. I promise!"

Y/N watched as Eren got on his knees, pleading with her. As much as it may have hurt her to see him like this, she couldn't bear the pain of the constant hurt he'd caused her. She was doing this because she finally needed to let go.

"I'll have a few people come by to collect the rest of my things in the next few days. If you need anything from me, just let them know, and they'll be sure to drop them off. You won't be seeing me again."

As the woman got in her car, she rolled down the window to utter her last words to him. "And Eren... I hope that one day you'll look back at what we had and regret every little thing that you did to let us end." As she rolled up her window, the woman left in her car.

Taking one last glance at her rearview mirror, she saw the man she once loved on his knees, leaving behind their memories in the past.

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pilferingapples · 5 months

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7, 22, 24 Feuilly for the character ask!!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I like that we're about 9000 percent more likely to give him dialogue than Hugo..... >< He's not even one of the Top Three Most Popular Amis in Fanwork or anything but WE REMEMBER HIM<3 And generally try to put him in group scenes and all as much as we can, if we're making those! --also also one perk of modern shift work vs canon era is that it's very VERY easy to justify Feuilly having more Off time overlapping with the other Amis and I have ZERO issues with people using that to include him in the hijinks. Put that political nerd in some Situations!!

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

...I like it when he gets nice things he wants I am a simple creature who likes fluff and fix its but I also like it a lot when he's centrally involved in activism and planning and gets to go on long rants about politics (thought I suppose for Feuilly that is also Nice Things He Wants )! I love his canon tendency to talk about his One Niche Interest, which happens to be EVERYONE IN THE WORLD <3<3<3 and I like when that gets fanwork time (although I VERY MUCH get that it's hard to do! how do you draw "intense interest in global politics and solidarity across national lines" ? it's a lot harder to compose than a handholding scene! XD) For the other part of this...ok I don't exactly dislike it but I do think it's very funny when people decide that since he's a Worker he must be a big muscledy jock laborer. He's a fan painter. Graphic Design is His Passion. His only workplace injuries are carpal tunnel and headaches from paint vapors and eyestrain from going over the same dozen damn seasonal motifs for twelve hours at a time XD Sorry to all the art idealizing men of the Working Classes as Big Buff Hulks, Feuilly is a little glass cannon with puny wizard arms and a migraine (I love him) .

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

..man that is HARD. There are not a lot of characters like Feuilly! Even heroic characters! Especially when so many heroic characters spend huge chunks of their story going " oooohhhh nooooo pleeeaaase don't tell me I have to use my cool powers to do awesome things, I'm just a little birthday boy" and Feuilly's whole thing is I WILL SAVE THE WORLD ARMED WITH BASIC LITERACY AND SOME DAMN COMPASSION

I...y' know what? Captain Kirk. Original flavor, poetry-quoting Stack of Books With Legs James T. " Let Me Help" Kirk. And I wish I could think of more characters like this because I love them, but well, here we are.

#thank you!#sorry these are taking forever #but I'm very much enjoying them #askbox games #Feuilly talk

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Yuletide

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween Ends

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Paganism, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,445

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Christmas holds some rough memories for Corey. Luckily his lover has some ways to override Christmas memories of the past.

“Wait, so can you explain this again? I’m really trying to understand. I’m just having a hard time. I’m sorry.” Corey ducked his head as he asked for his girlfriend to repeat what she said for about the third time. He saw a hand rapidly approaching his face and flinched when he felt contact. But there was no stinging, just a gentle caress over his stubbly jaw.

“Of course. Don’t worry, I didn’t get it right away either.” She assured him, trying to reverse the years of damage any way she could. Grabbing her handwritten book, she opened up to a specific page and spoke slowly and carefully.

“So Yule is our version of Christmas. When the christians came upon the pagans living in Europe, they saw our festivals and celebrations and made their own versions to make it easier to convert the pagans. As opposed to a specific day, Yule is a time frame. It starts sundown of the winter solstice, and ends in the new year. We always have a big meal that first sundown and enjoy the festive time.” Her delicate writings and sketchy drawings that littered the pages in front of him, captivated his senses. Corey trailed his fingers over the ink that stained the pages in front of him.

“So christians took Yule, and turned it into Christmas?” He questioned,hoping to prompt more information out of his lover but he had no idea how or what to ask.

“Yeah, pretty much. Yule logs are a pretty obvious tie, but the reason there is always a big feast is because pagans would commemorate the solstice with a boar in honor of the wild hunt that takes place. Christmas trees were brought about because that’s what we use to offer thanks.” She explained further, watching as he kept his eyes on the pages before him. Corey opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping for air, but no words came from his throat.

“Do you… do you think, that-” came from the young man, but he never finished the thought. His hands messed with each other and he picked at his nails. However, his girlfriend reached her hand over and placed her own on top of his to steady them.

“Do I think what, Corey?” Her question was so soft and gentle, that he could not help but look up to see his lover gazing back at him.

“Do you think, maybe, I could. I don’t know. Maybe, I could come over and celebrate with you instead? I don’t have good memories with Christmas anyways.” Corey’s eyes dropped back to their hands that were joined together, and he fiddled with the rings that adorned his lover’s delicate fingers. It was quiet for a moment, as nothing but the sound of her breathing passing between them. Corey, on the other hand, was too afraid and anxious of her response to dare break his silence. But, he felt a kind kiss being pressed to his forehead.

“Of course you can! I would love to have some company.” He looked up at this, complete with a soft, boyish grin on his face. It grew into a smile that matched his lover’s as they sat there.

“Okay. Awesome. I’ll tell my mom, and then I’m all yours.” Corey looked so incredibly happy about coming over rather than spending the evening with his own family.

“No. Absolutely not. You are not leaving here Christmas Day.” And there it was, his mother’s veto that came with just about everything in life that Corey wanted. But he was an adult now, surely he could find the strength to tell his mother no. His hands shook, and he looked anywhere but here as he sought the strength he needed.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes and ask me. That just means you’re not serious, and you’re lying about having a girlfriend.” She continued to chastise and criticize her son, who still fought with his heart and his head. Yet soon, he thought about how excited his girlfriend was when he finally asked her to join her, how happy she looked to have him around.

“I am going to spend the day with her.” Corey stared his mother dead in the eyes, and fought with himself to not back down. She almost looked impressed, but she, too, did not back down.

“You really think that some girl is going to treat you the way I do? That some other girl will love you like I do? I am your mother. I am owed you being with me on the holidays.” Her tone turned deadly, and she shook her finger in his face. Corey wanted to run and apologize; his past experiences telling him that was the easiest path. But he did not want to let his lover down.

“I’m going, mom. I’m an adult and can make my own choices so I’ll be spending the day with her instead of here.” Before his mother could get another word out, Corey turned on his heels and went out the front door. There was still a couple days till Christmas, but he could not bear it in that house anymore. He got lost in his thoughts, and before he knew it, he arrived at the doorstep of his lover. Corey did not realize where he was walking and now he was here. Should he knock? Should he go? A sudden breeze blew by causing Corey to shiver and huddle closer, unknowingly kicking the door.

“Core?” A sweet and kind voice reached his ears. It was only then that he noticed that his girlfriend had opened the door to her apartment, and was reaching out to the man. He stepped inside once she touched his arm, and felt the warmth breathe into his bones.

“You alright, Core?” She questioned; her face full of concern. He smiled and shook off her worry as he placed his hands along her waist.

“Yeah. I’m alright. Just, needed out of the house. You know?” While his comment was vague, his girlfriend knew exactly what he meant.

“You had another fight with your mom?” Her question was rhetorical, but Corey nodded with a deep sigh, and pressed his head into her neck.

“Yeah.” His muffled voice tickled her lightly, causing a giggle to come out and a hand to start brushing through his curls.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I still have you’re drawer and closet space. Want to help me decorate for Yule?” Pressing a gentle kiss to his head, his lover’s question was out of genuine interest and it made Corey happy. He nodded up and down into her neck, causing another fit of giggles over his stubble rubbing up against her. Pulling apart, Corey was eager to follow as he was dragged by the hand over to where some decorations laid in boxes.

“Okay. Let’s decorate.” The couple found themselves falling into an easy routine. Corey enjoyed being able to put up all the pine, holly, and runes around the rooms. At some point, he found himself hanging up a wreath above the television while she made a simmer pot on the stove. It provided an incredible smell to the whole home and made Corey enjoy this even more. His girlfriend came over at some point to take him away from his decorating skills with a dark blue and gold mug in each hand.

“Wassail?” She asked, holding the mugs up higher. Corey took one with glee and followed her onto the couch.

“Mhmm. What is this? This is amazing!” He complimented, watching his lover’s cheeks became set aflame as she tried to hid it in her mug.

“It’s basically spiced apple cider, brewed with intentions. It’s a traditional Yule drink, and it’s one of my favorite things about the season.” She explained, watching him drink even more of it.

“Well, I love it.” He concluded, and that led them into a moment of silence. Their eyes scanned the room and enjoyed what they saw. The decorations were hung up faster than usual having two people instead of one but it made them all that much better. Some of them were slightly taller than usual on account of Corey’s incredible height. The burst of color filled the bland apartment, and Corey just felt home. This was his home. Neither one spoke, just sipped their wassail, and enjoyed being with each other during the holidays. It felt oddly domestic for Corey, but he certainly was not turning it down. This was going to be his favorite Christmas, by far. As well as his first, of hopefully many, Yule celebrations.

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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could you please do a continuation on sugar baby Alec?

here we go, I hope you enjoy!

Magnus reaches over and plucks Alexander’s drink away with a frown.

“He doesn’t drink martinis.” Magnus draws and levels the bartender with a serious look, “unless I order them myself. I suggest you ignore any other drinks offered his way.”

Alexander laughs and leans over to pluck the fruity drink Magnus ordered for him and he takes a long sip.

“Thanks babe.” Alexander says sweetly, like the only reason his boy is sipping daiquiris in the first place is because of Magnus.

Magnus eyes his gorgeous shadowhunter with vague amusement, because his boy isn’t paying attention to a single thing beyond Magnus.

In fact, Magnus doubts he even realizes he was ordered a drink from someone across the bar. However, as cute as Alexander’s grimace of distaste is, that doesn’t mean Magnus wants their night off to a bad start. And it would have been a bad start if Alexander got gin first thing, which means Magnus is going to need to keep an eye on his boy's glass. Alexander gets incredibly pouty when he gets alcohol he doesn't like.

“Something wrong?” Alexander asks and Magnus smiles and cups Alexander's face.

“Nothing you need to worry about, darling.” He assures because Alexander isn’t interested in mundane things or people enough to care, so it's not a lie.

Alexander takes his words as truth and his attention goes back to the large screen playing sports.

“And they just… hit things until they go where they want them to?” Alexander asks and Magnus sighs, because they continually have this conversation.

“Yes, darling. Or they throw or kick them. It’s quite the process.” And by process, Magnus means that while impressive displays of mundane strength, it’s quite boring to him personally.

“Unimaginative.” Alexander mutters as he watches the American football game, “complete lack of instinctual skill. All they’re doing is battering each other around for a ball.”

“Yes, well mundanes love their crowd sanctioned violence.” Magnus tells him and he keeps an eye on the end of the bar where Alexander’s admirer still sits. “So, what do you think of sports bars?”

The man two stools down cheers and his beer sloshes onto the counter and Alexander grimaces.

“I think it’s very mundane.” Alexander is attempting to be diplomatic and from the way he’s eyeing the crowd, he knows he’s failing.

“Shall we go somewhere more your taste?” Magnus offers and Alexander nods in clear relief. Alexander’s tolerance for the mundane is based largely on what they do, and Magnus is slowly learning what he actually likes.

Which means that when they portal out of here, Magnus is going to take Alexander to somewhere without mundanes.

—

Jess is trying hard not to pay too much attention to the men next to him, but he can’t not pay attention, especially when they don’t seem to care or notice when they’re being looked at.

And everyone is looking at them.

They’re beautiful and bold and they’re both big, in an intimidating, presence kind of way.

Especially the one closest to Jess, with his coifed hair and smirk that should have seemed friendly but this close was terrifying.

A drink arrives even though Jess knows neither of them has ordered and he breathes a sigh of relief when it’s directed to the man closest to him, though he doesn’t know why. It isn’t until the second and third drink are both sent to the second man that Jess knows why.

Jess instincts are screaming at him to run, and he’s not even involved. However, the entire man’s body is bristling and he’s radiating hostility towards the other side of the bar. Jess swallows and tries to shrink into his chair, his hands sweating more than his beer bottle as he tightens his grip on it.

Jess doesn’t listen, he doesn’t want to know what’s being said but he understands exactly what’s going on here.

The man next to him is clearly dangerous, wealthy, and is spoiling his boytoy, sugar baby, whatever you want to call it. That much is clear from the way the guy is ordering only top shelf liquor and the way he’s snubbing every drink sent their way. It also means that Jess gets to feel how furious he is — as if anger can actually radiate off a person — when drinks are being sent to his boy.

It isn’t until they leave that Jess realizes while the man, he focused on what a hot, vibrant presence, like an inferno, he didn’t really notice the other man. It was as if they were a cold and hollow statue, noticeable only after you look to find it and realize it’s gone.

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #my fanfics #my ficlets #my fics

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