#my friend told me to stop letting it bother me so much. bc even his sister who these things had happened to didn't act this way.

[minisugakoobies]

Yours for the Night | HHJ

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, frenemies to lovers, Model!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: so. much. cockiness from Hyunjin, arguing as a form of foreplay, a bit of dumbification, what's a little fucking between frenemies?, dick pics, exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of slut shaming, grinding, fingerfucking, pinching, just a tiny bit of spit, unexpected use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, biting, dirty talk, maybe a little degradation (talking about reader being cock stupid), unprotected sex (bc used), riding/cowgirl style, praise/use of "good girl," soft dom!hyunjin vibes, rough/hard sex, multiple positions, creampie, multiple orgasms Word Count: 8.8k Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SKZ - they just inspire me Summary: “Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” Or, Hyunjin makes you an offer you simply can't refuse.

A/N: I finished this earlier than expected, thanks to the inspiration that is Hyunjin at Milan Fashion Week. Have you seen him?? 🥵 Anyway, it's all because of his stunning beauty that this filthy lil pwp exists. Enjoy! 😘

Unbeta'd as usual. I would *love* to hear your thoughts - my inbox is always open (anon is on, but hateful comments will be blocked. Be kind, writers do this for free and with love!) 💕

SKZ Masterlist

 It’s Friday night, you’re out for drinks with your friends, and you are frustrated.

It’s not the club that’s bothering you. You’re here tonight at Felix’s request. He’d told you all it had been too long since you’d gone out as a group, so all nine of you and your friends crammed yourselves into a couple of rides and headed for downtown. 

Nor is it the incredibly tight, short, and backless dress you’ve poured yourself into that’s annoying you, though it’s certainly not helping. Your fingers anxiously grasp at the hem, tugging it down your thighs as you take a seat at the table where Felix and Seungmin are currently talking.

No, it’s something personal that has you wound tighter than a corset tonight. Work has been kicking your ass lately, and it’s put a huge damper on your sex life. You haven’t been out with anyone new in the last few months. Haven’t had any time to reach out to any of your small group of casual hookups who would typically lend a hand. Most nights you’ve even been too tired to masturbate. 

Put simply, you’re ready to fucking pop. 

Which is why you’re wearing this bodybinding dress and staring at the dance floor like a wildcat stalking its prey, searching to find someone to help you with your problem. Unfortunately, you’ve been here for hours, and no one’s caught your eye so far. 

Your clutch rattles on the table, drawing your attention. Everyone who would usually text you is here, so out of curiosity, you take out your phone. The notification tells you that Hyunjin sent you a photo. 

You glance across the room at where Hyunjin is sitting in a booth with Changbin, deep in conversation. Why would he send you a photo right now?

Your confusion only grows when you look at the photo. It’s a selfie, Hyunjin raising his champagne glass in a toast to the camera, perfectly tousled dark hair spilling over his brow as he fixes you with his signature smirk. It’s a gorgeous shot, of course, because he’s a gorgeous man, but again, why is he sending you selfies in the middle of tonight’s celebration? Or at all? Hyunjin’s never been the type to send you photos before, of himself or the group or anything. 

He’s never really been the type to text you, period, outside of the group chat. Probably because the two of you aren’t really friends. Frenemies would be more accurate. You share the same group of friends, but have nothing else in common. Which is fine, you don’t have to be close to hang out, but he’s… well… he’s an acquired taste, and you’ve never developed an appreciation. Hyunjin’s snooty and cocky - overly so, in your opinion, even if he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Most of your conversations consist of nothing but arguing. He’s very stubborn and loves to get the last word in on everything. Which drives you crazy because you prefer to have the final say. 

So to say this sudden selfie has you perplexed is an understatement.

Ignoring whatever Felix and Seungmin are talking about, you fire off a question. 

You: What is this? Hyunjin: Are you that drunk? It’s me

Reflexively, you scowl at your screen.

You: I know it’s you You: But WHY are you sending me a photo of yourself? Hyunjin: You’ve been staring at me all night Hyunjin: I thought maybe you’d like something to take home, to keep

Again, you look over, only to find him looking at you, lips curled to match his photo. Heat flames through you. Could he be more conceited? 

Maybe the vanity isn’t totally unearned, considering that he’s an actual model, making a living using his ethereal beauty to sell products. His own lifestyle is just as luxurious as the images he appears in. Like right now, he’s wearing the finest black suit, obviously couture, with a few silver necklaces draped over his tie that you’ve no doubt cost more than your entire outfit alone. 

And sure, he has a jawline carved by the gods, thick eyebrows that frame expressive, cat-like eyes, and ridiculously pouty lips that you’ve found yourself staring at once… an hour on average. Maybe in your weakest moments you’ve even dreamt about what it would be like to kiss those lips. 

But does that mean he has to be a dick all the time?

You: You’re such an ass Hyunjin: Deny it all you want, but we both know you can’t keep your eyes off me Hyunjin: Not that I blame you You: It’s amazing your head still fits through doors Hyunjin: You’d be the first to notice if it didn’t

Your nostrils flare. No matter what you say, he always flips it back on you. Admittedly, you are a little tipsy, so you’re not fully on your game, but it’s still annoying as fuck. And right now, you really don’t need another reason to be frustrated.

You: Whatever, Hyunjinnie

You cast another glance at Hyunjin, delighting in the way he frowns at your response. He hates it when you call him that.

You take a moment to locate the rest of your friends. Changbin’s still sitting with Hyunjin. Jeongin and Chan are doing shots at the bar. Minho and Jisung are in their own little world on the dance floor, arms draped around one another. Neither Felix nor Seungmin seemed to have noticed that you have dropped out of their discussion. Part of you feels guilty for ignoring them, but, well, you’re a little fired up now, and the only thing that would make you feel better would be getting the last word in with Hyunjin for once.

You take a sip of your cocktail, floating the cold liquid on your tongue as you devise your next line of attack, when your phone buzzes again. 

Hyunjin: I have another photo for you You: Why? Hyunjin: Because I think you’d like it You: Oh really? Like you know what I like Hyunjin: Always so argumentative Hyunjin: You’re pretty easy to figure out Hyunjin: The staring makes it incredibly obvious

Such an ass.

You: Fuck off Hyunjin: I will not You: What’s your game, man? Hyunjin: No game Hyunjin: Can’t I just do something nice for you?

The man is a riddle. An enigma draped in Versace. 

You type out “I guess there’s a first time for everything” and press send, putting your phone down long enough to watch him get the text. Hyunjin laughs to himself, smiling down at his screen, and there’s this weird feeling of satisfaction in your stomach at the sight. Whatever, you like making people laugh, even assholes like him. So what.

You tell yourself that you’re not going to wait at his beck and call, jumping to read his texts as they come in, if in fact he keeps sending them, but then your phone vibrates again and you snap it up immediately, because you’re a liar.

Hyunjin: Just trust me Hyunjin: You want this Hyunjin: But I want something first You: Oh here we go You: There’s the catch A hand waves over your phone. “Hi, hello, are we boring you?” 

Quickly, you turn it over before Seungmin can see your text thread. “No, sorry, I was just, uh - “

“Hey, leave her be,” your savior Felix says, pushing Seungmin lightly. “She’s had a rough couple of weeks. She shouldn’t have to suffer through your boring work stories, too.”

“Hey!” 

Seungmin and Felix dissolve into arguing as you covertly flip your phone back over. 

Hyunjin: I’m not asking much Hyunjin: Just a photo of you. A photo for a photo

He can’t be serious.

You: I’m not sending you a nude Hyunjin: Did I say nude? No, I did not Hyunjin: A normal selfie, that’s all

Again your suspicion rises. What is he playing at? Where is this going? 

You: But WHY? Hyunjin: Maybe I can’t stop staring, either

Your breath catches in your throat. When you look up, he’s gazing at you again, but his expression is less smug than usual and more… ravenous. 

You turn away so fast, your neck cracks. 

Hyunjin: So? Send me a pic.

There’s no reason for you to agree to this. Absolutely no reason at all. Beyond, of course, your burning curiosity. 

It’s really going to get you in trouble one day.

Grabbing your clutch, you slip off your chair. “Ladies room,” you announce, glancing at Felix and Seungmin, who aren’t listening anyway, still squabbling. You wander just far enough out of sight of your friends, find a spot with good lighting back near the bar (because even if it’s just for Hyunjin, your vanity will not let you take an unflattering photo), and snap a quick picture, firing it off right away. 

As you’re sliding back into your seat, your phone vibrates. Hyunjin sent another photo. 

You swallow reflexively. Holy shit. It’s a shot of his crotch, dress pants straining to contain what is clearly a massive cock, gripped through the fabric by long fingers.

Hwang Hyunjin sent you a dick pic. 

So it’s not big dick energy, it’s just big dick, is the first coherent thought you have once the screeching inside your head stops. It occurs to you that you’ve been gawking unblinkingly at your phone for at least several minutes, so you raise your head to make sure your friends aren’t watching you, and thankfully they’re not. Really, you should know better than to underestimate just how much Felix and Seungmin love to bicker.

But what are you supposed to say to Hyunjin now? Your thumbs hover, waiting for inspiration, but you’re stuck. 

Hyunjin: Wow, are you speechless? Hyunjin: Guess there really is a first time for everything

Even without looking, you know he’s smirking at you from across the room. Suddenly, you need another drink, so you mumble “bar” in Felix’s direction and stumble away. As the bartender mixes you another cocktail, you grip your phone tightly, waging an inner war with yourself. 

You should look at the photo again. You shouldn’t look at the photo again. You should delete it, and Hyunjin’s number, and maybe throw the phone in the nearest trash bin too, just for extra comfort. But holy fuck, do you want to look at the photo again!

What you really don’t want is to think about the effect that photo has had on your pussy, because it’s humiliating how much she’s throbbing right now. 

“I’ll take one of those as well, thanks.” A hand waves towards the bartender, and your treacherous brain immediately recognizes those fingers as the fingers from Hyunjin’s photo, and starts picturing what those lithe digits would look like wrapped around your throat. Great. Now your brain has joined your pussy. Traitors. 

You say nothing as Hyunjin takes the seat next to you. Partly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten under your skin again, albeit in a very different way, but also partly because you’re still not sure what to say. 

“You know,” Hyunjin bends towards you, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your ear, “if I’d known that all it would take to get you to stop arguing with me was showing you my cock, I would’ve introduced you much sooner.” 

“God, you are just - just the worst,” you snarl, teeth clenched hard enough to give you a headache. 

“Now really, is that any way to speak to someone who just gave you a gift?” Hyunjin sips his drink calmly. 

Well, there’s the Hyunjin you recognize. What you don’t understand is how he’s still making your cunt drip with need. All you can think about right now is what he’s hiding under those suit pants. Are you really this dumbstruck by cock? 

(Yes. Yes, you are.)

“Me and every other woman in this club, I bet. You probably air dropped it to the whole room.” You wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe that was his plan the whole time - work you up then leave you begging while he hooked up with someone else. As if you’d beg. 

“Oh no, that was just for you.” 

“Uh-huh, sure.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Hyunjin clicks his tongue. “Come on. You know how selective I am when it comes to my clothes or my liquor. Why would I be any less selective about who I fuck?” 

“Who you fuck?” Whoa, who said anything about fucking? Besides your duplicitous brain and pussy. “Who - who said - that’s not - I mean -” You’ve suddenly become the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing, unable to form a complete sentence. 

Hyunjin rises, leaning over you as you gaze up at him from your barstool. He places his hands on the bar, one arm on either side of you, bracketing you in, wild eyes trailing down your figure slowly before he smiles, hungry and sharp, and you realize, no, here’s the wolf. 

“Listen, there’s no reason we can’t fuck. Friends fuck all the time.” His hand glides over your shoulder, light as a feather, and you watch dazedly as goosebumps ripple along your skin. His touch is electric. 

“Is that what we are? Friends?” 

Hyunjin shrugs, lips twisted in a droll smile. “Close enough. This doesn’t have to be complicated. You said it yourself - you’re in need.”

“What? When did - I never said that!” Again you struggle to speak coherently, sputtering in your confusion.

Hyunjin frowns. “Ah, you’re right, I misspoke. That was Felix who said that, wasn’t it? On the ride here?” 

You curse inwardly, remembering the private discussion you and Felix had had on the way to the club, when you were discussing your dry spell. Or at least, it was supposed to be private, but obviously someone had been listening in. Felix had offered to play wingman for you, saying he wouldn’t let anything keep him from helping you “in your time of need” - a bit dramatic, but that was Felix for you. 

You’d waved him off, insisting that you could snag someone without any help. But here you are, drowning your sorrows at the bar with no possibilities in sight. Maybe you should’ve accepted Felix’s help after all. 

“That’s not…” Sighing, you shrug. There was no point in trying to deny what he’d heard. “Fine, yeah, I came here tonight hoping to leave with someone, but I didn’t mean you!” 

“That’s because you didn’t know I was an option.” Again his gaze travels down your body, lingering like a slow caress. “But after seeing the way you look tonight, I had to offer myself up.” 

Always. So. Cocky. You want to deny that his words have an effect on you. Want to. But can’t.

And like that, your resolve starts to slip. 

“You really want to help me out?” you ask. He nods, irises blown as his eyes flicker to yours, and it puts fire in your belly, has you biting your lip in contemplation. “What makes you think you have what I need?”  

Hyunjin doesn’t bother to check if any of your friends are watching as he steps closer, like he doesn’t care if anyone sees the way he cups your cheek. Or how he slides his thumb over your lips, dragging the bottom one down before lowering his mouth towards yours. He hangs there, just for a second - just long enough for you to tip your face up in a wordless answer.

His touch has nothing on his kiss. Your whole body thrums from head to toe, fizzing like the champagne on your tongue earlier, sweet and effervescent. His hand falls to your hip, squeezes there suddenly, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs. 

Hyunjin’s plush lips part, letting the tip of his tongue briefly nudge against yours before he pulls away, leaving you blinking dumbly. He lets out a low chuckle, gently wiping a drop of spit from your chin. 

“I just know.”

You’re too busy licking the inside of your lips, hunting for any lingering trace of him, to respond.  

“Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” His eyes dip to your mouth and back, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to make a move again. Needing him to. “Just think about it.” 

And then he walks away, leaving you nearly toppling off your seat, floundering in his wake. 

The ice cubes in your cocktail have all but melted by the time you remember you ordered another drink. Sipping it slowly, you replay the last several minutes in your head. Did all of that just happen? Did Hyunjin really just offer himself to you? And then kiss you like that?

You feel like you’re going out of your mind. 

“Just think about it.” 

Hyunjin’s last words echo in your head as you wander on wobbly legs back towards the table where Felix and Seungmin are still standing. 

And oh, god, do you think about it. 

For the rest of the night, no matter how many conversations you have with your other friends, no matter how hard you dance, no matter what you do - the sole thought occupying your brain is what it would be like to fuck Hyunjin. Again and again, you picture him above you, beneath you, behind you, big cock stretching you out, making you scream his name. 

But it’s not worth it to give in to him. It can’t be. Good dick - if it’s good - can’t be enough to undo all the annoying shit he does, can it?

You cut yourself off early in the night, explaining that someone needs to stay sober enough to call for rides, but really you’re afraid that if you get completely blitzed, you’ll end up admitting something you don’t want to admit and going home with Hyunjin. Your friends honor your noble sacrifice by achieving impressive levels of drunk, ranging from delightful (Felix repeatedly booping you on the nose, calling you his “widdle buddy”) to disastrous (Chan, who gets upset when the guy he hits on in the bathroom doesn’t respond - turns out he was hitting on his own reflection - before falling asleep in a stall). 

Since the club is in the middle of downtown, you arrange for two cars to pick you and your friends up - one heading east, one heading west. Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin, and you pile into the ride heading west. Changbin hops into the passenger’s seat before you can slip in, leaving you smushed in the back between Hyunjin and Chan’s gigantic thighs. 

Said thighs are splayed a bit as Chan’s head lolls back, a loud snore erupting out of him as the car makes its first stop outside Changbin’s apartment. 

“Can’t take him anywhere,” Changbin grunts, snapping a rather unflattering photo of Chan sleeping with his mouth wide open, obviously saving it to drop in the group chat at the most opportune time. “Can you two make sure he gets home okay? I know it’s a bit out of the way, but, well, look at him.” 

Chan continues to rumble like a fighter jet, unaware of everything going on around him. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, we got him,” Hyunjin replies, and you just nod. “Night, ‘Bin.” 

Changbin gives the driver Chan’s address and then he ducks out of the cab. Your place is technically the next closest, but getting Chan back to his place safe and sound is the priority. 

With Chan sleeping next to you, it’s basically just you and Hyunjin alone now. A fact that has also occurred to Hyunjin, whose hand has been drifting further and further around your waist the entire ride. Now it slides around openly, tucking you against his side. You could fight it if you so desired - he’s not holding you tightly. He’s giving you the chance to escape. 

You’re not sure you want to.

“Have you thought about it?” he murmurs, nose against your ear. 

Your body reacts to the tone of his voice, thighs rubbing together, as you nod. 

“And what did you decide?” 

“I - I don’t know.” 

A puff of air tickles your skin as he laughs derisively. “Do you really need some convincing?” 

Chan snuffles loudly, reminding you that there’s another person right next to you, since your entire focus is on Hyunjin, and the way his hand is now creeping beneath the open back of your dress, and slowly moving up your rib cage. 

When he cups your left breast, you stifle a gasp. But you can’t stop the tiny “ah!” that escapes when he gently pinches your nipple. You attempt to cover it with a cough, hoping the driver’s lack of visible response means he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile, next to you, Chan doesn’t stir. 

“Feel good?” Hyunjin coos quietly. “Must’ve felt good, given the way you’re squirming right now.” 

Your hips have started to rock of their own volition. Brain, hips, pussy, all on your shit list. 

“But just think how much better it’ll feel when it’s my mouth.” His tongue flicks the shell of your ear before he sucks your earlobe into his warm mouth. A preview of what’s to come. It makes you squirm even harder, dying for any sort of relief for the aching between your legs. 

Remarkably, you manage to speak, hissing, “You’re a demon.” 

Hyunjin laughs. “You’ve no idea.” 

His hand stays where it is until the car pulls up at the curb outside Chan’s house. It takes a minute for the two of you to wake Chan, then another minute for him to realize where he is, then yet another minute for him to slide out of the car. Hyunjin sighs and also climbs out of the cab to make sure Chan gets into his house safely. 

When Hyunjin returns, the driver glances in the rearview mirror. “So, one more stop, or two?” 

You blink at the question. The air in the cab feels heavy with implication. Hyunjin says nothing, but looks at you expectantly, and you understand - the choice is yours.

You glance at your hands, as if they’ll help you choose. Your watch informs you that it’s 2:12 in the morning. Don’t they always say not to trust any decisions you make after two am?

When the driver clears his throat a little too loudly, Hyunjin’s fingers grip your chin. 

“Well? You heard him - one stop or two?” 

You meet his gaze, surprised to find a fire burning in his eyes. 

Maybe you’d be a fool to run towards it, seeking warmth where there might only be danger. 

Fine, then. You’re a fool. 

“One.” 

With a satisfied grin, Hyunjin gives the driver his address.

You’re a little tense during the elevator ride up to Hyunjin’s apartment. Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, quietly leaning against the wall with his normal blasé expression on his face. Like you’re not about to cross a boundary here that you never expected to cross. Like this was inevitable. 

As soon as you’re both inside and his door is locked, he turns to face you, and you suck in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to touch you again. 

Instead, he asks, “Do you want some water?” 

“Um, yeah, sure.” 

He must read confusion on your face - at least, you hope it looks like confusion and not disappointment - because the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile. 

“A few questions first,” he says, walking into his kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off as he goes. “Are you in good health?”

“Am I - am I in good health?”

Hyunjin tuts. “I’d ask if you need me to repeat myself but clearly you heard the question.” 

You stare at his back, brows furrowing as you decipher his meaning. “Are you asking if I’ve been tested recently? Yes, I have been. Nothing to report.” 

“Good, me too,” he replies, yanking his tie off and tossing it onto the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing you both a bottle of water. He eyes you as he opens his. “Are you on birth control?”

“Is this what you’re like on a date? Does your foreplay always involve interrogating your partner with clinical questions?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He tilts his head back as he drinks, so he doesn’t catch the glare you shoot his way. “Answer the question.” 

“Yes, dick, I’m on birth control.” You take a swig of your water. The memory of his touch in the taxi is fading more and more with every second that passes. With a clearer head, you’re starting to question if you’ve made the right choice. 

“Good,” he repeats, wiping his mouth. “I prefer to fuck raw.” 

You clench around nothing at the thought, but scowl anyway. “What about what I prefer?” 

Hyunjin just hums, fingers brushing your cheek before they tap under your chin. “Do you want me to use a condom?” There’s no drollness or sarcasm to his tone. He’s genuinely asking. 

“No.” Your pride takes a tiny hit at the way you answer him immediately, without hesitation.

Just as quickly as his gentle tone came, it disappears again, vanishing as Hyunjin flashes a smug smile. “That’s what I thought.”

“That’s what - oh fuck off.” There he is again, that cocky asshole. Reflexively, you curse at him, ready to fight. “Fuck you, you don’t know anything about me.”

“How many times do I need to tell you that I do? You’re so easy to read.” 

“Really?” Okay then. You’ll call his bluff. “Go ahead, Hyunjinnie. Tell me what I like.” 

He rolls his eyes. His fingers make quick work of his cufflinks, setting them on the granite top beside him, and he slides his sleeves up, revealing toned forearms beneath. 

“Well, for starters, you love getting under my skin with that infantile nickname.” 

“No shit. Everyone knows that.” 

“You live for arguing, especially with me. Can’t let a single sentence go by without snapping back.” 

“Maybe that’s because you’re always wrong.”

Hyunjin doesn’t take the bait, merely leans back against the counter, examining you so openly that you feel exposed, so you cross your arms, as if that will help you block his penetrating gaze. He takes a few seconds before speaking again. 

“No, it’s not that. Though I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself. If it were, you wouldn’t be here right now.” 

He speaks so calmly, so self-assuredly. It’s maddening, even though you’re burning with curiosity. Makes you want to know more, so you press him again. “Okay, then - what is it? Why am I here?” 

“Because you wanted someone to take control.” He spreads his arms wide. “And here I am.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“You know. You want someone else to be in charge. Make the decisions. Do the work for you. Then fuck you so hard that all those thoughts just fly right out of that pretty little head of yours.” He says it all so matter-of-factly, like it’s completely evident, your deepest desires laid bare for all to witness.

You want to dismiss his words, act like he’s so far off the mark that he’s on another planet, but you’re too surprised by his answer to respond with anything other than stunned silence. His arrogant smile returns. Clearly he was expecting you to fight, so your lack of a snappy comeback only confirms to him that he’s right. 

“Just look at what you’re wearing,” he continues. “That tight dress screams ‘please fuck me stupid!’ Lucky for you, that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

You find your voice. “Oh, now you’re judging my clothing? And - and slut shaming me?” 

“Please. I’m always judging your clothing. But it’s a taste thing, not some sort of moral judgment.” He smirks. “And I’m very supportive of sluts, thank you.” 

As he sips his water, you replay the entire evening in your mind. Sending you the photos. Kissing you. Making the offer. Fuck. He really did do the work for you tonight. Was there ever a chance you were going to say no? Judging by Hyunjin’s attitude, this moment was never in doubt. He knew you’d end up here with him.  

The other realization that dawns on you is - you’re not mad about any of that. The only thing you’re mad about is that, once again, he’s right about something. And he knows it. 

Okay. Fine. You want to be fucked stupid. But does he have to be so fucking rude about it??

“Maybe this was a bad idea.”

He suddenly steps towards you. His expression is so intense that you move without thinking, backing all the way into the fridge. Your heart feels like it might burst through your ribcage at the slightest provocation, breath leaving your lungs in tiny exhalations as his thumb ghosts your cheek. 

Not because you’re scared. Because you’re excited.

“Tell me you don’t want to kiss me.”

Hyunjin says the words softly, but there’s a firmness to his gaze that makes you swallow hard.

Your lips don’t move. 

He kisses you. Wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you to his demanding mouth, head turning this way and that as his lips crash onto yours.

You kiss him back. Just as greedily, just as deeply. 

His hand strokes your thigh. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”

You make no noise.

His fingers crawl beneath your skirt, dancing over the silk of your underwear. Your gasp warms his tongue. A throaty growl chokes him.

“So wet for me.” He brings his hand up to show you the evidence, skin glistening. As if you didn’t already know.

He surges forward, pinning you to the fridge, mouth blazing a trail from your ear to your neck as his fingers press into your soaking slit.

“Ah, Hyunjin!” you whimper, clutching wildly at his bicep. The swell of his arm bulges as his fingers slowly search your inner walls, like they’re mapping every inch of you. When they trace over your g-spot, they linger, brushing again and again. “Oh my god!”

“Tell me,” he implores, husky voice breaking, like he’s barely in control, “tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don’t want this - don’t want me - and I’ll call you a ride and we’ll never talk about this again.” 

His forehead bumps yours, eyes smoldering with bright intensity, hand still plunging.

This time, you speak, chest heaving as you gasp for air.

“Don’t - don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

A smile spreads across Hyunjin’s face. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand still working between your thighs. You moan, feeling his erection digging into your hip as he presses himself against you, holding you firmly in place while he adds a third finger to the two already fucking you open. 

“Say it,” he commands, mouth wet and hot on your cheek. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I want, oh, fuck, I, I want you to fuck me, Hyunjin.”

In an instant, he’s disentangled himself from you, and you can’t help but whine very loudly at the sudden loss of his fingers. Hyunjin just smirks at your naked desperation, spinning you around so you’re in front of him. 

“Come on,” he says, lightly pinching your ass to make you move. You yelp, smacking him on the arm, but he just laughs. “I’m not fucking you in here. Let’s go.” 

“Asshole,” you curse, but you go anyway, because all you want is for him to touch you again, and if he’s refusing to do it in here, then why would you want to stay? You’re going wherever his hands go. 

Maybe you should feel ashamed, for giving in so easily. But you don’t. All you feel is desire. This is what you want. What you need. 

Hyunjin’s fingers press lightly on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway to his bedroom. It’s just as ostentatious as the rest of his place - expensive-looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark leather headboard and frame for his gigantic bed, which is covered in piles of plush-looking blankets and pillows. There’s a gorgeous painting taking up most of the wall above his bed. 

He doesn’t give you much time to admire the room, because as soon as you’re in front of the bed, he spins you again, hands reaching for the zipper of your dress, sliding it to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Before you can tell him to stop pushing you around, he’s kissing you fervently, like he’s been dying the entire time his mouth has been away from yours these last few minutes, and suddenly you forget that you’re irritated. 

Hyunjin backs you onto the bed, breaking away from your lips long enough to urge you to move towards the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as he follows. When his fingers grab for his belt, they find yours already there, making short work of the buckle. He groans in delight, deciding to use his hands to grope your bare breasts while you unzip his pants. 

“Can’t wait to see it in real life, huh?” he asks, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. He chuckles when you just whimper, back arching slightly to encourage him to keep touching you.

The truth is, yes, you can’t wait to see Hyunjin’s massive dick, but more importantly, you can’t wait to feel it inside you, so you continue with your task, pushing his pants and boxers down together. And god, what a cock it is, long and thick and positively darkened with need. Smeared drops of excitement coat the head, and the sight makes your mouth water. 

He rises up to kneel between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and giving it a few lazy pumps. “Well? Don’t tell me you’re speechless again.” 

“Goddamn it,” you huff in exasperation, “you’re the fucking worst.” But you can’t stop staring as he gently squeezes the head, making a pleased noise, relieving himself a little while he watches you writhe in impatience. 

“You’ll be singing a different tune in a moment, sweetheart.” 

Your nose wrinkles at how easily ‘sweetheart’ drips off his tongue. “Just put it in me already,” you demand, leaning back on your elbows, licking your lips as you peer up at him, trying to send a blatant “fuck me!” signal with every inch of your body. 

Hyunjin tuts, lifting one of his gorgeously thick eyebrows. “Right to it? Is that what you really want?” In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under your panties and drags them down and off. It’d be a more impressive move if anyone but him were doing it. 

“I just… I thought we were gonna fuck?” Isn’t that what you’re here for?

“Of course we are. But is that how you typically do it? No foreplay, no build up?” His fingers rake down your stomach, trail over your thighs, causing your body to twitch with shivers. “That doesn’t sound like any fun at all.”

It’s not how you’d prefer to do this, no. You’re just surprised that he agrees. So you say nothing in reply, visibly closing your mouth while he maneuvers you into position, pushing your legs up so your knees bend, your thighs meeting your stomach, completely exposing your cunt to him. 

“That’s better. Just let me play with you a little first, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.” 

Your instinct is to argue with him, tell him he has no idea what you’d like, but you’ve already done that tonight. And you were wrong. So again, you bite your tongue. 

Until he extends his own, letting a string of spit fall onto your pussy.

“Ew, Hyunjin!” You’re disgusted, but not with him. Why do you find that so hot?

“Too much?” he inquires, letting go of your legs as he glances at you. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen a real expression of concern on his face before. It rattles you slightly. 

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “No - keep going.” 

He nods, hands reaching for your thighs again. “If I hit any hard no’s for you, say something, and I promise I’ll stop, okay?” 

“I will.” 

He bows over you again, licking a straight line up your slit. With a moan, you let your head drop back against the pillows. His mouth feels absolutely divine.

Where others in the past just dove in, Hyunjin takes his time. He drags his tongue around slowly, licking through your soaking folds, tasting you. It reminds you of the way you’d seen him drink a really fine whisky, holding it in his mouth, quietly identifying every note, every flavor. Relishing, instead of rushing. 

When his lips brush over your clit, leaving teasing kisses, you moan. Hyunjin hums, a self-satisfied little rumble, and lifts his head. “See? Told you you’d like this.” 

“Please, shut up and suck my clit.” It’s meant to be an order but definitely sounds like a pathetic whine. Whatever, as long as he listens. 

He listens. Those plush lips that you can’t stop yourself from staring at roll over your already throbbing little nub and warm pleasure runs down your spine before pooling in your belly. His dark hair keeps falling in his face, obscuring him from your view, and for some reason you can’t have that. Tentatively, you reach out, hand shaking a little. 

Hyunjin hums when your fingers slide through his soft locks, pushing the strands back, holding them in place so you can see his eyes, the way they squeeze shut when he sucks noisily on your clit. The sounds he makes are so loud, completely uninhibited, moaning and grunting as his lips smack and his tongue laps. 

He uses said tongue to fuck you expertly, his movements so confident, so sure. He reads every quiver, listens to every moan, figures out how to work you up with quick, teasing shallow plunges, before slowing it down, going deeper, tongue brushing your walls like he’s speaking a language only your body understands. 

“Hyunjin,” you sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from him. 

His mouth parts from you long enough for him to speak. “There it is. There’s the tone I was looking for. Enjoy this, sweetheart. I know I am.” 

You’re enjoying it so much that you unexpectedly whimper when he stops again a moment later, feeling a little embarrassed as he exhales a quiet laugh into your warmth. “Just hold on,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your slit to pass over your clit again and again, before sliding a finger into your clenching hole.

“Ohhhh.” 

The combination is so good, his finger filling you while his mouth suctions to you, that your eyes flutter shut. He pulls out and glides back in, all the way to his knuckles in one smooth motion, your wet folds parting so easily for him. He’s done an amazing job of spreading your slickness around, coating your inner thighs, messing his bed beneath you. 

“Gonna make you come,” Hyunjin says, spreading you open with two fingers now. “Need you to come before I can fuck you just like you want. Can you do that for me?”

The tension in your gut tells you that that shouldn’t be a problem. Both fingers have curled inside you, stroking over your soft spot, making you pant, clutching Hyunjin’s satin sheets for dear life. 

“Hy-Hyun-”

Before you can even finish saying his name, the tension snaps, nerves firing from your cunt to your toes, causing your legs to lock up. Hyunjin groans, moving his hands to grasp at your thighs, trying to loosen their squeeze. 

“Easy, sweetheart, don’t take me out just yet.” When your body finally starts to relax, he grins. “There we go. Good girl.”

If this were any other time, you’d snap at him for dropping that pet phrase on you. But you’re too blissed out at the moment, practically purring as he starts to kiss his way up your torso. 

When he reaches your breasts, he joins you, a low rumble sounding from the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles between them, as he leaves loud kisses on their swelling curves. 

Another thing Hyunjin isn’t wrong about - his mouth feels much better than his fingers do on your nipples, tongue gliding like warm velvet against the pert nubs. You continuously moan, until you’re nearly panting, fingers once again finding his dark locks and threading themselves between. 

“How am I doing, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

“Good.” It doesn’t even occur to you to tell him anything but the truth. “So good, Hyunjinnie. Ah!” You flinch as he suddenly nips the other nipple, teeth clamping gently. “Why?!” 

“You and that damn nickname. I must not be doing enough if you’re still calling me that.” He rises onto his knees, shaking his head. “Guess I just gotta fuck it out of you.” 

And just like that, you feel that spark again. 

“Sure you will, Hyunjinnie,” you simper, voice dripping with honey, so sickeningly-sweet as you coo his name. It has the desired effect, making Hyunjin’s eyes flash. 

He reaches for you, pulling you up into his lap, before you can so much as breathe. “You doubting me, sweetheart?” His hands press into your hips, urging you down on him. Both of you groan as his cock slides along your cunt, and the sparks inside you ignite. 

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you spit back, feeling that familiar sense of agitation, but it’s not annoyance now, it’s anticipation. 

“And I’m not really yours, but let’s play pretend for the night,” he drawls, and you look at him with wide eyes, but he kisses away the wonder on your face, working you up with teeth and tongue, until you’re frenzied with need. Your fingers clutch at his biceps, nails sinking in to tether him closer. 

His hands on your waist guide you down again. As his cockhead breaches your lips, you keen, head falling forward onto his shoulder. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasp. The stretch is delicious, cunt already throbbing around his thickness.  

Both of you freeze when you’re fully seated on him, no sounds in the room but the rhythmic cadence of your panting intertwining with his. 

“You know,” Hyunjin speaks through grit teeth, focused on the spot where your bodies join, “we could’ve been doing this a long, long time ago.”

You don’t know what to say to that. How long has he wanted this? You’re not sure the exact answer for yourself, except that it’s longer than you’d ever truly want to confess.

“Maybe - maybe if you weren’t such a - oh, oh, oh!” Your lame attempt at a retort is lost to the rapid snapping of Hyunjin’s hips when he starts to thrust up into you. There’s nothing you can do but bounce in his lap, clinging to his shoulders as he finally fucks you just as hard as he’d promised. “Hyunjin, please!” 

Hyunjin grunts, perspiration trickling down his forehead as he concentrates on giving you what you wanted. His jaw flexes, brows drawn together in a frown, and even with this fierce expression on his face, he’s so beautiful that you can’t help yourself, diving forward to kiss that gorgeous mouth of his like you’ve always imagined, as if you weren’t just kissing him a few minutes ago, but like it’s the first time, tracing his lips with yours, imprinting the feeling of them against your own to store away in your memory for later.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His words are the oxygen you inhale, tongues pressed together like the pages of a book. “I think I prefer you this way. So needy for my cock.” He smirks. “Kinda want to keep you like this.” 

He digs his fingers into the plump roundness of your ass as he grinds into you, sliding you back and forth. Your hips undulate, rolling you down on his big cock, feeling every inch of him rubbing against your walls. 

“Hyu-hyu-hyun!” 

It’s impossible to get an entire word out, given the pace at which Hyunjin’s strokes are jostling you. Your staccato cries get louder when he switches it up, laying you on your back and shoving a pillow under your hips. His thighs smack into your ass with every plunge of his thick length, and again you can do nothing but try to breathe, drowning in euphoria as you are.

“Yeah, you’re best just like this. Stuffed full of cock, no room for thoughts. Or arguments.” 

“F-fuck!” You were trying to say ‘fuck off’ but Hyunjin chose that moment to thumb at your clit, giving the aching nub the friction it so badly needed. Your hips buck up, making Hyunjin groan.

“Just like that, so good for me.” 

You whine involuntarily at his praise, hips lifting again, trying to take him deeper. Every stroke of his cock lights you up, your body tingling from head to toe. The strong thrumming in your gut is going to overtake you soon and you’re finally going to get what you’ve been needing for weeks now. And it’s Hyunjin of all people who is going to give it to you. 

You’re pulled out of your reverie as Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, falling onto his side next to you. 

“What are y- oh!” You gasp as he turns you on your side, facing away from him. One hand lifts  your leg, sliding it back until your calf loops over his. Then he enters you again, and again, thrusting in deep, powerful movements. “Oh, fuck, goddamn.” 

“That’s right,” he growls, arm beneath you bending, hand coming to a rest around your throat. Not squeezing, but holding you in place, back pressed to his front. You’re both covered in sweat, bodies gliding over one another, making it hard for him to keep his pace. So his fingers spread on your chest, locking you in place, giving him leverage to pound into you. “Take it, sweetheart. Take what I give you like a good girl.” 

“Ahhh,” you moan, “don’t - don’t call me that.” 

“No? You don’t like being praised?” Hyunjin releases his hold on your thigh, running his others fingers around where his cock keeps sliding between your lips. “Your pussy tells me another story. You’re soaking my sheets.”

“Nah - ah - not that, ’s not that.” With this slightly slower rhythm, you’re able to speak, but full sentences still seem hard. “Like praise. Hate - hate good girl.” 

“Ohhh, I see.” Hyunjin laughs breathily. “I should’ve known. You’re too proud. Think it makes you look weak if I call you that? Hmm?” 

Even in your desperate state, you know he’s not far off from the truth. You don’t want him calling you that, because it feels like giving in to him. Letting him take control completely. Possessing you. His good girl. 

The real, honest to god truth is - you can’t let him call you that, because you do want it. And you hate how much you want it. 

So you deny it. Or at least, you try to. But all you can stutter is a weak “You’re s-such a d-dick,” as he continues snapping his hips into your ass, making your entire body jiggle in his strong grip. 

Hyunjin drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, wet and sloppy. You curl your fingers into his arm as you sense that you’re approaching the precipice of your orgasm. You can tell that it’s going to be an intense one, one of those climaxes that clears your mind of all thought and leaves you literally shaking in ecstasy. Just as he’d promised.

You do appreciate a man who follows through on his promises. 

Hyunjin must feel the way you’re starting to clench around him, groaning into your shoulder. “Ahh, I think this little cunt’s trying to tell me something again, sweetheart. You gonna come for me? Hmmm?” His fingers rub over your clit, the sudden touch making you jolt. “Come on, be a good girl and c-”

Twisting your head, you smash your nose into his cheek, clumsily seeking his mouth. Cutting him off with heated kisses, hoping he’ll interpret it as annoyance fueling your actions and not see it for what it truly is - untamed desire. 

A strangled cry passes from Hyunjin’s lips into yours, and with one more tweak to your clit, you come undone. Your body locks up, thighs going rigid, cunt clamping around his cock so fiercely that Hyunjin hisses loudly, forehead resting on the nape of your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he whispers in your ear. Sweat drips from his skin onto yours. “You’re gonna make me come. Is that what you want?”

You can’t answer. You’re gone, completely gone, beyond words, capable of making only the most broken, pathetic sounds, wantonly mewling as slowly grinds into you, cock rubbing against your clenching walls. When your legs start to go slack, he resumes his thrusting, but at a languorous pace, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to go easy on you now that you’re approaching overstimulation, or if he’s trying to slow himself down.

“I think it is what you want. I think you want me to fill this little pussy up with my cum, don’t you? Hmm?” His nose prods at your cheek. “A sweet creampie for my good girl?”

The whine that you let you out is pitifully loud. White hot shame spikes through you, but only for a second, the emotion quickly burnt away by your fervent need. 

“Come on, tell me. Tell me you want it.” 

“Ahhh!” You gasp as his cock sinks in deeper, hitting your g-spot. It’s almost too much, the delicious drag, and your fingers dig into his arm, nails sinking into his skin. “Fuck!”

“Tell me,” he says again, but this time there’s a plea laced into the command, a desperate edge in his tone that strikes a chord somewhere deep inside you, and suddenly you want to give him anything he needs. 

“Hyunjin, I want it, p-please!” 

Those are the magic words. Hyunjin groans, his hips falling out of their slow rhythm, jerking erratically as he does exactly what he said, shooting his load deep inside you, moaning your name the entire time. You grip the sheets so hard, you’re afraid you’ll tear them, shoving your hips back against his, riding out his climax with him. 

“Pussy’s sucking me dry, sweetheart. So greedy,” he pants, trailing kisses along your neck. “Think it wants more.” 

“Hyunjin!” You sob his name again, voice breaking. All it takes is his fingers pinching at your clit and you’re coming again, stomach twitching, breath leaving your body in one big rush. 

When your body stops trembling, Hyunjin finally slips out of you, his hand falling away from your cunt. He lets out a tired laugh.

“You can take your nails out of my arm. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Oh.” Your neck burns a little in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were still holding on to him so tightly, unconsciously keeping him in place. Keeping him close to you. You relax your grip, and he slides his arms around you further, locking you into his embrace. 

It’s… nice, being in Hyunjin’s arms. Really nice. Lying there, in your messy, tired state, you feel rather content. 

But the longer you lie there, just breathing together, not speaking, your head starts to fill with thoughts again. Questions. The most pressing being, at what point is he going to kick you out? Because despite everything that just happened, he’s still Hyunjin, and you’re still you, and - 

“It’s already started.” Hyunjin hums, lightly shaking you. “I can hear you thinking again.” 

Your reflexes kick back in. “It’s just what I do. You should try it some time.” 

To your surprise, Hyunjin starts to laugh. You roll over, nose bumping his as you give him a curious look. 

“What?” 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” He brushes a finger over your cheek. “You’ve got a fighter’s instinct. It’s one of the things I admire about you. But maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to fight me all the time?” 

You stare at him as you try to make sense of the rather casual confession of admiration he just dropped. Nope. Can’t. Not right now.

“I…” You pause. “Sorry. It’s just a habit.” 

He smiles, something genuine that slowly shifts into his familiar smirk, and even as spent as you are, you feel a stirring inside you. “Guess we need to work on that.”

In the morning, you might regret what you say next. But the night’s not over yet. “Maybe you just didn’t fuck me stupid enough yet.” 

Hyunjin accepts your challenge with a kiss. 

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[megumismymannz]

No one asked but here you go some cute maybe a little suggestive Earth-42 Miles Morales headcanons, and a few blurbs 😌

WARNING ⚠️readers gender not specified, jealous behavior, guy with hot accent.

(Let me know if I missed any)

I have this huge urge to braid his hair 😭 (I’m I the only one??)

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Earth!42 Miles X Reader Headcanons and Blurbs

“Wear what you want, I can fight” type guy but with a little twist. He would still get slight jealous that other people besides him get to see your attractive features (which they all are) but likes to see you smile so he sucks it up just for you

Will NEVER raise his voice at you, when you guys are in the middle of a silly fight no one yells, when you both get frustrated, you both walk away take deep breaths, think over the reason why you were fighting in the first place, then you guys stop and talk it out

Rio loves to bake/cook with you depending on what your good at

If you can’t do both she more than happy to help teach her future daughter in law

Shopping with or for you is a MUST

Loves resting his tired little head on your chest, but around Rio your shoulders, and Aaron nothing (he gotta look tough yk, no sappy bullshit around the big man)

Though he doesn’t seem like it, he’s a big whiner, and when he does he drags out the word Ma

Loves teasing you when you accidentally say something that can be unintentionally dirty

You see it, you like it, you want it, Miles buys it

I see Miles as the type of guy to go on calming car rides while listening to music for fun

He definitely listens to Rema (even if he can’t understand him)

If you draw, he will absolutely just lean on your chair and watch as you hum along to a tune in your head

Tries so hard to make sure you don’t know he’s Prowler

Eventually tells you because he knows he shouldn’t keep secrets (husband material)

When he told you, you were shock and need some time to get used to it but loved him the same no matter what

Later would say things to him like “you know, that kind of makes you more hotter babe?”

Likes to hold you so tight in bed that you have to beg him to let go so that you don’t pee your pants

Calls you unique versions of your first/ last name to seem more special

When Aaron meets you he was shocked

He didn’t expect to see such an understanding and nice people to be with Miles

Invited to all family events (by Rio)

Practically know everyone from the Morales family

Your friends and family are shocked when they found out you were with someone like Miles

Got used to it and love him, but not as much as you

Matching shoes everyday, and if you guys can’t see each other for some reason he will text to ask which Jordan’s your planning to wear so that he could match

When your flustered will call you Mami, or Mi amor to make it worse

Loves to lay on your thighs while you play with his hair

(If you have siblings) before they officially met him they would tease you when they walk into your room unannounced to see you looking like a tomato with your phone to your ear

Will whisper “good morning/goodnight Ma” in his groggy voice bc he knows it makes go🥴

Loves finding new matching wallpapers with you every two weeks

If someone is looking at you, he will gently but swiftly grab your chin and give you a kiss, even if he doesn’t like PDA

Rio brags about you to all her coworkers, and how she’s “So lucky that my son found someone as amazing as [Name]”

When Miles annoys you, all you have to do is walk to the living room/ kitchen, point upstairs, and she will yell at Miles to quit bothering you

Loves when you patch him up because when your done you kiss each and every spot making him wanna get hurt even more

Would kill for you “Ma, not saying I will, but I would if it came down to it” in which you would say “Someone complimenting me is not ‘coming down to it’ you understand?”

When you roll your eyes at him just has to be like “do that again I dare you” and you shut that down real quick

Folds when he hugs you from behind and vice versa

Finished this at 11:20 pm, so if it’s not to your liking to bad bc at least most of this stuff is completely original 😌✋🏽

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #headcanon #spider man across the spider verse #atsv miles #fluff #i am obsessed #blurbs #miles morales prowler #earth 42

[nicksbestie]

HI!!!! im back hehe >:]

can u please write an fem agere!reader x [kinda] cg jake & johnnie where;

> reader is colouring and starts slipping into a regressed mind without trying

> jake n johnnie then start talking to her but shes all baby [she doesnt realise while shes talking to them]

> so they both gotta figure it out [theyre confused at first]

> then when they realise whats going on [bc she told them about it a while ago] they try to take care of her

[hope this makes sense LOL]

Coloring - Johnnie Guilbert + Jake Webber

Summary : When an activity that you're doing to cure boredom causes you to slip, you're incredibly lucky that your best friends are so wonderful.

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic), Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (platonic)

Word Count : 1276

Warnings : none!!

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

There were some activities that never stopped being fun despite the process of growing up. Coloring was one of those things for you, and it had always been something that you did for fun, to unwind, and you had continued to enjoy the activity regardless of how old you were. It was something that turned off your brain for a while, and let you relax, listen to music in the background, and just tune out the rest of the world. You loved the way that it was able to give you some quiet space for yourself, knowing that you often needed it. However, sometimes the activity could be more child-like, and it could be a trigger for your headspace. 

It wasn’t often that just the simple thing of coloring pushed you into your headspace, but if you were really exhausted, or upset, or if you were feeling any other emotion stronger than you normally would be, then it was a possibility that it could cause you to slip. This was why you would usually color alone if too tired or sad, just so that you didn’t run the risk of anyone walking in should you slip. You lived with your two best friends, who both knew about your littlespace after a long, awkward, conversation, because they came home once while you were small. They had luckily been incredibly accepting and loving, and had been there for you when you needed anything since that point. 

You hadn’t taken them up on it, not wanting to bother them, and still having some anxiety around it. But you made sure that they both knew just how much you appreciated the support and kindness that they consistently displayed, always making sure that you were happy, as much as possible. Jake had already had his assumptions about what was going on before he found out, but he had pushed it to the back of his mind until that one day that he had walked in. He was always the most gentle with you, always watching to make sure that everything was okay, that you were comfortable and felt safe, even in his own presence. 

Today, you weren’t feeling upset at all, and so, you were coloring at the coffee table in front of the television. There was a random show playing in the background, and you were working on a mandala coloring, switching from marker to marker every time you started on a new detail. You had been working on it for a while, and were almost finished with it. By the time you finished it, you set it to the side, tearing another of the mandala designs out of the book, since it had perforated pages. It was much easier for you to color when your page was directly on a flat surface and not just the book, and you didn’t have to worry about the markers bleeding through the paper onto the design behind it, effectively ruining it. 

You were about halfway through the next drawing when you heard the garage open, and Jake’s car pulled in seconds later. You were glad that the garage had alerted you to them being home, because your back was facing the door, and if they had just walked in behind you, it probably would’ve startled you. You didn’t acknowledge when the door did eventually open, until you heard Jake yell a loud “We’re back!”. You smiled, turning around to wave at them, returning the hello as well. Johnnie walked over to see what you were doing, hugging you before glancing down at the paper in front of you. 

“What’cha coloring?” 

You smiled, picking up the page and showing it to him. You were always incredibly proud of the colorings that you had finished, because to you, it showed a lot of patience and dedication. Johnnie smiled, telling you it looked amazing. Jake put the stuff that they had bought, probably for his next video, and walked over to also take a look. He saw the one you were working on, and the one that you had finished earlier. 

“These look amazing! I love them.” 

You smiled, the praise getting to you and causing you to blush a little bit. You couldn’t deny that you did seek their approval, and it always made you feel super happy when you got it. Not that it was hard to earn, but still, it always felt like somewhat of a reward. You weren’t overly tired or upset today, but the gentle praise and soft smiles did make you feel like you were going to eventually slip. Choosing to not say anything else, you just continued to smile and work on the page you were coloring. Johnnie sat down on the couch next to you, passing you markers every now and then, throwing an arm around you and watching the show you had turned on as well.

Jake was doing something or other in the kitchen, probably making food, and when he offered Johnnie chicken nuggets, he noticed the way you lit up and immediately put some in for you. Once they had finished cooking, he brought you over a plate at the same time that he brought the nuggets over for Johnnie. You noticed once it was sitting in front of you that all of the nuggets were cut into smaller pieces, and you had a feeling that these two were just out to get you. 

“Be careful, okay? You don’t wanna spill anything on the couch.” 

Nodding, you started eating, continuing to color between bites. It was the combination of the cut up food, the coloring, the comforting arm around your shoulders, and the babying tone that was being used when speaking to you that caused you to eventually give in to your headspace, yet staying quiet because you do still harbor a little bit of fear about it. It wasn’t until Jake and Johnnie began having a conversation, filled with cursing and inappropriate jokes, that they realized. They made a crude joke to you, and you simply just stared at them, mumbling a soft 

“Don say dat. Bad words.”

It was at this point that they simply stared back at you, completely confused at the sudden change, before snapping out of it. Jake was the first one to say anything, passing you another marker and side hugging you. 

“You’re right, honey, I’m sorry.” 

When Johnnie realized the tone of voice that was being used, he understood what was going on, and he couldn’t help but think that you were absolutely adorable. They both felt so honored that they were trusted with such a vulnerable part of your life. They both began making sure that everything around you was appropriate. Johnnie switched the channel, and Jake gently offered a different coloring book, one that had lots of cartoon characters in it. He didn’t make you take it, but he offered it to you, just in case you’d want it. Those designs would take a lot less patience to finish, thus possibly avoiding a potential meltdown. Jake easily cleaned up the dish once you finished your food, bringing you some juice to drink, and making sure that you were always wrapped up in someone’s arms, and feeling safe. 

The rest of the night went arguably the best you could’ve asked for, neither of them blinking an eye at the babyish vocabulary, or the emotional state that you had sometimes. They both knew that when you were no longer in headspace, you would probably be anxious about what had happened, and they were fully prepared to reassure you and tell you that they loved caring for you.

~ taglist : @jake-and-johnnies-slut @gvf23 @elliem505 @ilydeaky @maryx2xx @oobleoob @aemrsy @blahbel668 @mystic-maniac @maddytheweird @707xn @jasperthefriendlyghostt @camille-1019

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~ my inbox is open, come chat!! <3

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[agendabymooner]

dear ! carlos s. x ofc (filipino!content creator!ofc)

“i promise i will hold your hand no matter what may come within the beautiful and captivating strangeness of our love.”

summary: much like the ricciardos, carlos and magda (mostly) have their own moments of weaknesses on twitter.

content warning: use of explicit language, tweets + insta post, allusions to smut/dirty joke (no graphic details), jumpscare!carlos at the 6th pic, ofc is a bit feral and a headache to carlos, concerned twitter friends in the replies, reference to other characters. press to view the tweets fully

note: at the hospital rn and i’m still posting crap. enjoy!

masterlist

[translation: i think she’s a ferrari fan]

tagged monamagdalena

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, loricciardo

monamagdalena qué vergüenza what a shame liked by carlossainzjr

user1 stop picking a fight with your own husband 😭

user2 it’s giving blake lively and ryan reynolds vibes 😆🤚

carlossainzjr you’re my headache 😒😔

monamagdalena i’m a permanent migraine bb 😚

landonorris nah she told me she’s a papaya girl

carlossainzjr nah she looked good in red last night so she’s not a papaya girl 😌

user3 UNHINGED.

user4 carlos hard launched his wife and became extra horny after that

charles_leclerc she better be a ferrari fan otherwise i dunno why you married her liked by carlossainzjr

monamagdalena bold words from someone who can’t even finish a whole plate of homemade filipino food

user5 CHARLES ?!?!

user6 some crime you committed 😳

landonorris how did he get to your house before i even did? i’m betrayed.

charles_leclerc bc you’ve had a lot of firsts. let me have my moment 😡

monamagdalena don’t you remember the day when i walked down the aisle then you laughed at me when i nearly tripped on the way? i do. liked by carlossainzjr

monamagdalena but it’s okay because i love you or whatever they say on tv liked by carlossainzjr

carlossainzjr aren’t you a sweetheart cariño 🥰

monamagdalena i hope you’re prepared to come home because i’ve got my nerf on the ready

loricciardo you two are like the epitome of my pregnancy hormones 😭

user7 it really has me wondering how carlos had managed to bag her and the other way around 🤣🤣

monamagdalena gayuma love potion

carlossainzjr certainly has nothing to do with her running me over with a shopping cart or whatever

tagged carlossainzjr

liked by loricciardo, charles_leclerc, landonorris

loricciardo PREACH SISTER 😩🙏 liked by monamagdalena

user1 mona 5:5 🙏

user2 our modern socrates frfr liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena i did not take a philosophy class in university for nothing 😌

carlossainzjr you’re so messy everywhere cariño 😂😭 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena ur fault not mine, you were eveasjbcks

carlossainzjr we got a bottle of holy water you can indulge 😀

user3 send her to horny jail 😭😭

user4 she warned us from the very beginning when she posted that back pic don’t complain about it now 🤨

landonorris if it hadn’t been for the food i was promised i wouldn’t even bother stepping foot in your house

charles_leclerc i got scared bc what if they christened everything and i touched that surface

pierregasly carlossainzjr wow u wild mate

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[gayestsillybilly]

☆ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 ☆

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣: Romantic

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Furina kept her crush on you a secret, in fear of losing what she had, but when a man starts to take away your attention, she can't help but get jealous...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Nothing that I can think of, but Furina may be a little out of character. The reader is gender-neutral in this and the pronouns used are you/your (I think, if I accidentally used she/her or any gendered term please tell me and I'll fix it), Furina does call the reader "dear" but I don't think that's a gendered term (is it?)

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦: I posted this on my wattpad acc and decided to put it here too bc y not. I changed the story a bit, removed some unnecessary words, I also made the summary shorter.

I made the banner

Furina was upset, to say the least.

You had alway been her closest friend, you were always hanging around her, and you alway chose to be with her

But when this man started to talk to you, you began to talk to her less! She knew you probably didn't mean to, but it still made her jealous of how much of your attention this man had

You noticed her gloomy mood and suggested the three of you could have lunch together, saying it would be fun

The day came around, and it was everything but fun, the man was annoying, he was flirting with you, AND he was totally ignoring the fact an 'archon' was sitting in the same table as him

Furina glared at him, it was clear she didn't like him, she wanted to leave so badly...

"Furina, are you alright?" Your voice interrupted her thoughts. She quickly put on a smile "Ahaha... Of course, I am perfectly fine, dear [name], no need to worry!"

You hummed and the man started to talk again, taking your attention.

Furina frowned, could this man not shut up? His voice hurts her ears.

She didn't want to listen to a word that came out of his mouth, at least not until he asked you-

"Say, [name], would you go on a date with me someday?"

...

What did he say? He wants to go on a date with you?

This is not good for Furina, he's going to steal you away before she gets a chance to confess!

Furina stood up from her seat and looked at you "Dear [name], I want to have a chat with you in private, it won't be long, I promise, just come with me" She glanced at the man, he didn't seem bothered

You stood up and followed Furina to wherever she decided to go

She stopped walking and turned to you, her cheeks were red

"What happened? Why did you want to talk in private so suddenly?" You asked with a confused look on your face

Furina took a breath to try and calm down "I- Uhm... I'm sorry for saying this so suddenly but I- I like you, [name]... I'm sorry, I couldn't let that man steal my chance, if I even had one..." She looked down to avoid eye contact, if she got rejected, she didn't want to be looking at you

But when she felt your hand touch her shoulder, she looked up

"Furina, don't apologize... I uhm, I like you too..."

The silence after that sentence was loud

Furina could only stare, she was shocked as she didn't expect you to reciprocate her feelings

"Does this mean we're dating now?"

"Yeah, I guess it does"

Furina smiled and hugged you.

You two didn't say anything after that, you only held each other for a good minute.

...

"Should we go back to Paul?"

"That's his name?"

Long story short, you two went back to your table, you told Paul about your relationship with Furina, and he stopped talking to you after that.

#furina x reader #furina x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #I haven't posted xreader stuff in so long #>^< - xreader things! #>^< - romantic furina stuff! #Sorry to anyone named Paul #It was the first name that came to mind

[teenandbeyond]

Feel free to ignore this if you are busy but may I pls request a part 2? For Lord Beerus X God of Life Male Reader?? Just sweet domestic and romantic stuff, maybe the Z Fighters accidentally finding out about the relationship and shenanigans ensures??

Beerus x M. God of Life Reader pt. 2

And here I am. Making a part 2. I kinda lost my flow but wanted to continue xD

Leh goooo!

Want more from me? Masterlist, baby

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🥢Chaos & Love🥢 (DBS or Dragon ball Super)

Warning(s): Fluffy as a pillow, Mxm (but duh bc the title), I DID not edit 😭😭

You just want to be with Beerus in peace, why must these earthlings bother your peace yet again?

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

It's a little ironic that you're the God of Life, but never found domestic behavior something you wanted to experience.

Well, until you met him.

The God of Destruction.

Something else ironic that you never thought you'd like.

Just this morning, you woke up to another body draped over yours.

It still takes a little getting used to after centuries of being alone, too busy to have an actual relationship.

And when you tried to get up to make a stop at your house, those arms weren't letting you go anywhere.

"Beerus. I need to go to my realm-" "-No. You're warm," he muttered in his sleep. You didn't want to be rude and make him cold with your absence...wow, he's making you too soft.

Not that you really cared.

You simply made a compromise. You took him with you.

His legs were wrapped around your hips, chin tucked into your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around you as you navigated through your house. Grabbing what you needed with one hand.

"My clingy little baby," you mutter after a while, smiling to yourself. "Shut up."

He couldn't help that you were so warm and comfy.

"Hey [Name], can you grab my shirt?" Beerus half-heartedly mumbled, lazily pointing in a direction. "That's my shirt." "Same difference, I wear it more than you do anymore. Grab it, please. I want it," he whined with grabby hands.

At some point, he finally decides to wake up...

...only to hug your waist as you make lunch

You don't question his clingy-ness, usually, when you leave for your job for a while, he's extra clingy when you come back.

But you jump when his stationary hands begin to move.

"Beerus! D-don't do that when I have a knife in my hand."

"Lose it, then," he purrs.

Later that day, after those activities and lunch, Whis approaches you both in the woods.

You hardly looked over from Beerus's lap and he didn't bother to open his eyes from their relaxed state.

"Yes, Whis?"

"It seems Bulma has invited us to try Earth delicacies again. Would you like to accept her invitation?"

"Depends on what it is."

It was a good enough offer for Beerus to go.

Well, that, and you mentioned a curiosity about Earth food.

Beerus told you about it the whole way, quite pleased to feel like an expert.

Although the meeting was a little awkward.

Upon arriving, Beerus and Whis went ahead.

And when you caught up with them, you met eyes with Goku first.

Considering the last time you met, you weren't surprised he was suddenly tense.

Which made his other friends tense, one even rose their power level a bit.

Which made you laugh, loudly, "How adorable."

"L-Lord [Name]!"

You titled your head at the Saiyan a little shorter than him, "Ah, you know my commonly known title, young Saiyan?"

"Lord Beerus, look behind you!"

"You idiots, he's not a threat. He's with me!"

"I will not hurt you, earthlings, not unless you give me a reason to—Now, where is this pudding, Beerus spoke of?"

You tried a few dishes of Earth, though your speed of eating was much slower than the other non-humans. You preferred to savor your food.

And because Beerus kept feeding you some of his food.

"Here, try this, [Name]," he offered a...something.

"Sweetheart, let me try one thing at a time, okay?" but because you were whipped, you opened your mouth to try it.

"'Sweetheart'? Lord Beerus, I didn't know were with someone," Bulma hummed as she brought more food.

"Why do you sound like you're in such disbelief?!" Beerus growled.

"Wait-you both are together?"

"Goku, who asked you to snoop into our conversation?" Bulma barked across the room.

And after that...all hell broke loose.

"How did you guys...?" "When did you guys...?"

Beerus just yawned.

"I don't see Beerus being the date type."

"What even is a date?" He asked you. A shrug.

Cue the gasps from the ones who cared And now they were planning a date, great.

While they were busy planning some date, Beerus dozed off of you while you read a book.

It was peaceful until voices started to rise.

"You can't just ask the God of Life to spar with you, Kakarot!"

"But you said he's more powerful than Lord Beerus! I want to see that power for myself!" he whined.

"All you men want to do is fight!"

"But it'd be so cool!"

Your gaze flickered down when Beerus shifted, then up to the group ahead of you.

"Hey."

Their heads snapped over to you, the calmest voice of all, yet the most intimidating.

"Beerus is taking a nap. Stop all that yelling for no reason. If you wake him up I'm going to be pissed. And you don't want that. Even Beerus couldn't stop me if that happened."

"Someone's protective," Whis teased behind a hand.

"S-shut up," you scoffed, focusing on your book again.

Until you heard the words.

"We set up a date for you, two..."

#dbs x reader #dbs beerus #beerus #beerus x reader #beerus x male reader #fluff #dbs fluff #dbz fluff #dbz x reader #dbz beerus

[chvnnie]

Stop bc the sub channie one had me on my knees 😩😩😩 If you could continue that one that would be great! 😂

usually I just leave thots as they are — but tbh I’ve been staring at my work computer since i posted, lost in this thought sooooo

SMUT - MINORS DNI

You’re too distracted to notice the steady creak of your bed. Felix’s tongue works vigorously, careful yet quick, he makes sure every inch of inch of your cunt is tended to. It makes it hard for you to focus, eyes fluttering as your hips grind. Moaning for him, soft pleas for more. Perfect, just for you—

—and Chan, who is damn near out of the bindings. They’re loosening slowly. He’s so close to getting enough wiggle room; tongue poking out, his focus is up. A little to the left. More to the right. Twist, twist, twist.

Right there, right on the precipice of freedom.

“Chan.” You snap, and he quickly looks at you. His heart is hammering against his rib cage. Fuck, how much did you see? Of course you catch on right as he was about to try and pull his hand out- “Eyes on me, baby. I don’t want to have to beat you in front of Felix.”

All your statement does is make him more ambitious. Hiding his scowl to the best of his ability, he nods. “Sorry, ma’am.”

Do you even hear him? Once you’ve scolded him, you’re back to losing yourself. Letting one hand curl into Felix’s golden locks while the other teases your nipple over your shirt. A captor of indulgence once again.

He needs to be quick. The more time spent trying to be careful, not wanting to attract attention, just puts him more at risk. So, Chan tugs harder. The frame hits the wall. Another rough pull. He feels it give more.

By the third time, you’re looking right at him again. And his left hand is free.

The grip on Felix’s hair helps you pull his out of your center, the younger man grunting angrily as heaven was ripped from him. “Stop.” You say firmly, catching Chan just as he sits up on his knees. “Sit.”

It’s like your speaking to a pet. Like you’re his owner. Laughable, really — and he does just that. “Absolutely not. Do you really expect me to watch this?”

“I expect you to follow my rules.” With your foot on Felix’s shoulder, you move him out of the way so you can stand. Grab the forgotten cane. “I’ll give you another chance. Sit.”

Channie’s a good boy.

When he wants to be.

“Try me, baby.” He says smugly, delighted in the way your dominance is crumbling. And it was this easy? Why hasn’t he tried this sooner? “I’ve never used a cane before. Should I try it on you, or Lix first?”

The threat should have scared the blonde man; ever the sweetheart, the people pleaser. To be given such a cruel punishment should make him like clay in Chan’s hands.

However, he seems unaffected. An almost bored expression on his face. The opposite of how his friend expected — and wanted — him to react.

“I don’t think you will.”

It takes him by surprise, confidence faltering slightly. Never has his friend challenged him, in any aspect, but especially not like this. Before you, was Felix. Always glad to help his friend work of his frustration, to have something he was sure to have control over.

Where did that bright eyed boy go?

“She told you to sit.” Felix says simply. “Don’t be dumb, hyung.”

His tone is so cool. So matter-of-fact. Emotionless.

That’s what makes Chan pause and consider his action. Felix’s coldness, and how much he enjoys it.

Chan isn’t allowed the silk ropes. Instead you use a flimsy pair of handcuffs found in the bottom of your toy box, tightening them until he complains of pain. Laying on his stomach, his knees are placed perfectly in line with his hips, which are raised. Neither you or Felix bothered to secure his ankles — one kick and they could easily overpower the stronger man.

Was his fleeting taste of control worth it?

Your back is against the headboard, legs open. Damp core just inches from Chan’s face. If he wiggles, could he reach it? Maybe if he positions his head at the right angle, his tongue might graze it.

So close. And just out of reach.

The lube is cold. Hissing, the older man clinches, fingers flexing behind his back.

“Oh, is that cold?” Felix is condescending, using the pads of two fingers to massage the lube against his hole. “I’m sorry.”

Tears start to sparkle in his eyes, frustration and pure, feral desire ripping him to shreds from the inside out. He doesn’t want Felix to touch him — all he wants is his cock. He wants to bend you over and rail you until all you can remember is his name — he wants you to beat him until he can’t walk.

The contradiction makes him dizzy, whines falling from his plush lips as he rests on his cheek. Defeated.

There’s a soft coo from you, then warm fingers are raking his curls. Nails scratching his scalp lightly, just like he likes it. How he always asks you to touch him when he needs to relax; when the control is too overwhelming.

A token. A reminder of your care for him. Even in moments like this.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Channie?” As you speak, Felix is lining his cock with his entrance, teasing it with the tip. “To be touched?”

He rolls his head, looking up at you. It’s impossible not to cry at this point. “I-I wanted to touch you.”

Your fingers crawl from his locks, gently wiping his tears away. “Oh, baby.”

Then, he notices it. The bullet vibrator in your other hand, thumb hovering over the on button. As if timed, you click it, right as Felix roughly pushes inside Chan.

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #felix smut #lee felix smut #chvnnie thots

[yuunemi]

This Thing Called Stupid Little Crush

PAIRING : MICHAEL KAISER X FEM!READER

GENRE : HURT COMFORT-ISH, SELF-SETTING AU!

C/W : IT’S A SELFSHIP-ISH

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : so this is based on my feelings so it’s kind of a selfship but it still refers to “Y/n” and it’s in 2nd pov since im much more used to it. and this is my first ever self based fanfic so “self setting au” means, a mix of my world and my fantasy so some things might not make any sense. kaiser def has to be my bias wrecker or some sort bc i cant help but love this jerk :D

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

A sigh yet again escaped your lips. “Just what do you see in him?!” Your friend, Paige, asks, “I don’t know either!!” You exclaimed at her. “Please! If I could uncrush him, I would! BUT I CAN’T and I’m so frustrated.” You whined while looking at your crush, who happens to be sitting very close to his female friend, Fiona.

“Bestie, there’s a lot of fish in the sea, you gotta let him go.” Your other friend, Jace, chimes in. “I know! Please, I hate how they look so good together.” You answered, murmuring the last part. Right, at this point, she’s not even a close female friend. They both have this mutual understanding that you won’t ever be able to share with him.

Whenever people ask the questions like, "Why do you like him?" "Why him?" "What do you see in him?", You could never give them a straight concrete answer. You, yourself don't even know the answer.

Perhaps it was the fact that he could tolerate you so much or the fact that he was such a gentleman, always remembering your presence whenever your other friends don’t, or maybe it was the fact that he’d always help you out and always invite you to play with them. “ARGH! I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” You shouted, earning everyone’s attention in class,

“Okay, chill out. You don’t need to shout.” Your other friend, Liam, reminds, “Well, I’m sorry for having a loud voice.” You sarcastically apologized. “I was just saying, you don’t need to get mad.” He told you, “I—You know what? Forget it, I’ll just shut up.” You said before slumping down on your chair then everyone in class just resumed doing their own thing while Paige and Jace decided to head elsewhere.

“Aww, what’s gotten you so worked up~?” A voice chimed in, a voice you know all too well. “Leave me alone, Kaiser.” You grumbled while glaring at him. He looks at you then scans around the classroom then back at you. “Ahh, I see what’s bothering you.” Kaiser said while smirking at you.

"Go bother someone else, Kaiser." You said, facing away from his direction. "You look so lonely though, everyone's around someone, then there's you~." He continued to tease, "Come on, Kaiser, I'm not in the mood to play your games." You replied, hoping the soccer player would stop bothering you.

Heaving a sigh, "Alright princess, I will leave you alone, but don't try to beat up yourself over some stupid little crush." He paused, "Wouldn't want the only girl to match up to me, be so weak over a not-so-worthy guy." He continued, arrogance and vain evident in his tone while you only rolled your eyes at his response.

"You mean the girl, you just can't seem to stop bothering and annoying." You muttered right after he left to go to his own group of friends.

With each day passing, Mason and Fiona grew closer, it hurt. So you distanced yourself but it didn't even need as much effort as you thought it'd need because they and your 'friends' also distanced themselves from you.

You don't even know what hurt more, your crush being with someone else or the fact that your friends distanced themselves from you, and to be honest you also don't wanna know the answer to that question.

With that being said, you ended up hanging out with Kaiser's group more often. You don't know why but somehow, Kaiser just knows when to swoop in and annoy you whenever you're alone.

It eventually became a norm, your day wouldn't be complete without him annoying and teasing you to death.

"Hey, Y/n, admit it. You're starting to catch feelings for Kaiser~~." Ness said in a sing-song voice while feinting innocence. "Excuse me?! WHAT?! Him? No way, as if!" You exclaimed while your heart was beating as fast as the speed of light.

"Bingo~ Admit it, Y/n. You're starting to like him." Ness said, "It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of, Y/n. Between you and me, I'm pretty sure Kaiser has caught feelings for you too." He continued, all the while feinting his innocent face.

"You're not fooling me Ness, not me." You replied while shaking your head. "Aww~~ then that makes things easier for me, Y/n." An all too familiar voice said. Swiftly turning your head in the voice's direction. You were met with his blue eyes, his proximity to your face was so near that one push could've made your lips kiss.

The both of you were in a trance, but it was immediately cut off by a scream "Masonn!!" looking in their direction, "Give me back my phoneee!" Fiona exclaimed which was yet again followed by the others' laughs and giggles while they passed her phone around.

You wouldn't know but when Kaiser turned back to look at you. He could see hurt written all over your eyes, not that you'd admit it to be true even if he were to mention it.

"Tsk. We can do better than that." Kaiser teased, "Huh?" You turned to him. Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, he takes your glasses and walks off. "What? Hey Kaiser!! Give me-ugh-hey! Get back hereee!" You exclaimed while trying to chase him and Ness is just there laughing at you

"Ness! Why are you laughing? help me!" You exclaimed, "And why would I?" Ness innocently asked. "Ughh, forget it." You answered before chasing Kaiser.

"Michael Kaiser, give me back my glasses!" You commanded, glaring daggers at him. "Aww~ sure thing, under one condition." He teased, "And what condition is that?" You inquired. "Oh it's simple really, I just want you to come and watch me defeat the other school at soccer." He answered, "Now, when is the game?" You asked. "This Saturday."

"That's it? Then I'll go, you didn't have to steal my glasses for that, you jerk head." You said while Kaiser simply donned his all-knowing smirk and gave your glasses back. "I forgot to mention, you'll have to wear this while watching me play." He said before tossing one of his jerseys to you.

Giving him a dumb-founded look, he continued, "Don't worry, that's fresh from the laundry. It's extra of our new jersey so I haven't worn it yet." Upon Kaiser's exit, the class was suddenly filled with sounds of "Ooh~"s, teasings, and whistles of the class. Looks like you have a game to attend this Saturday then.

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

#yuu’s self ships☆ #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader

[just-a-shark333]

I have so many kunikatai headcanons so I thought I'd share them!

-they met in middle school

-started dating first year of high-school

-got married(illegally, kunikidas idea) in the autumn following graduation

-it was a very small wedding, consisting of the two of their parents, and a few friends from school

-it was in katais favorite Cafe, a very small place that not many people know about

-they don't live together for safety reasons

-only yosano, ranpo, and fukuzawa know

-kunikida doesn't often wear his wedding ring in fear if it getting damaged

-sometimes katai will force him to play various video games with him

-kunikida really likes stardew valley and similar games

-kunikida let's katai braid his hair sometimes

-katai sucked at first but he's surprisingly good now

-T4t kunitai

-kunikida had a 'rebellious phase' type thing in high school

-and a short emo phase in middle school

-his teachers liked him for being a smart student but hated how often he got in trouble

-he would beat up anyone who made fun of katai

-katai would always tell him not to bother doing that but would absolutely do the same if anyone made fun of kuni

-kunikida helps katai cut his hair

-katai visits the agency one day and ends up telling everyone about kunikidas high school years

-everyone is absolutely shocked (minus ranpo ofc)

-kuni frequently gets kicked out of libraries for arguing with the librarians over how the books are arranged

-They meet at the school nurses office!!-katai had a very bad panic attack and kuni got into a pretty bad fight

-school nurses kinda suck tbh so kuni helps katai with his panic attack

-they become good friends after that

-or they could meet in a school counselors office for the same reasons

-they'd probably bond the same way too bc school counselors suck more than school nurses(Like seriously though, once my old school counselor told me that I was being selfish/a selfish person for being suicidal)

-kunikida is totally the type of guy to just throw random compliments into any sentence he can

-katai let's kunikida sit under his futon with him

-pillow forts!!!!!!

-autistic kunikida

-katai does his best to help

-like, talking for him as best he can when kuni goes nonverbal

-and offering him looser clothes when his feel bad

-MOVIE DATES!!!!

-And arcade dates!!

-Kunikida frequently has to drag Katai away from those because he keeps destroying little kids in games

-Dazai and Chuuya were on an arcade date of their own and ran into them once

-it turned into a double date where Katai tried to beat Dazai at every game possible and the other two just watched and cheered a lil

-katai hates pda

-kunikida also doesn't like it much, he thinks it's weird and unprofessional

-they cuddle a lot at home tho

-they both confessed at the same time

-kunikida said that he had something very important to tell katai

-katai said that before that he had something to give kunikida and hands him a letter

-kuni reads the love letter and is just like.."i...I was going to say the same thing.." and looks away blushing

-kunikida proposed

-he took katai out to a very small Cafe that hardly anyone knew about

-they ordered food and talked a bit and once katai got comfortable being there he proposed

-katai obviously said yes

-they got married (illegally) a few months later

-Katai said that he loved kuni first

-kunikida would have said it but he got too nervous about making katai uncomfortable

-katai didn't mean to say it but it accidentally slipped out

-Katai has social anxiety

-Kunikida helps as best he can, bringing Katai things so he doesn't have to go out and talk to people as much

-He still forces katai outside

-They go on walks every evening or so

-Kunikida does most of the cooking

-Katais not bad at cooking, but he just doesn't

-They lay in bed and listen to music together

-When kunikida was a teacher Katai would stop by and bring him lunch after his missions sometimes

-Kunikida taught advanced middle schoolers algebra and paet timed at the agency after

-his students were shocked when they found out

-Kunikida got arrested for protesting and breaking off those spikes cities put up to prevent homeless people from sleeping a lot

-Katai bailed him out every time

-Kuni became pretty decent friends with a couple of other people who frequently got arrested for similar things and some of the cops who repeatedly arrested him

I probably have more but that's all I can think of right now!

#idkk #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #trans headcanon #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #kunikida x katai #bungou stray dogs kunikida #bsd katai #katai tayama #kunikatai #Kunikikatai #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #my headcanons #hc #trans hc #T4t kunikatai

[agerasiaa]

Hey! I just reread Glass Love Eclipse for the hundreth time and i have two questions that have been nagging at me for forever.

1. In the end scene, where Drew finds his star in Jake’s jacket, Jake claims he just found them in the halls and thought of them as pretty. Is he telling the truth or did he figure out it’s Drew’s and kept it as some sort of lucky charm or something?

2. Does Drew ever tell his friends he suffered from star tear disease? Or when they inevitably find out he turned colorblind he just makes up some excuse? And how do they react?

Sorry if im bothering you with this, i know it should be mostly to the readers interpretation, but i would really like to know the idk “canon” from the author. You dont have to answer if you dont want to! <3

Hi there! Don't worry, this didn't bother me at all - on the contrary, I'm very happy to see someone take an interest in my fanfiction!!

1. I did indeed leave it vague on purpose because in the case that I decided to never make a sequel to Glass Love Eclipse, I wanted the reader to be able to have the freedom to imagine their own preferred ending. But since you are asking directly - let me explain what's up with the stars from Jake's perspective (canonically).

The most important hint I left was that the color of the star in Jake's pocket is yellow. Yellow stars were the first stars that Drew spread around the school. And Jake happened to be the first person who noticed them: in that scene where Drew turns and rushes away to the bathroom when he sees Jake and Hailey - Jake noticed him walking away and automatically left to follow him. Then he thought better of himself and stopped. Before returning to Hailey, he noticed the yellow stars in the hallway. He did kind of associate the stars with Drew only because "it looked like they were left there on his wake" and they looked pretty so he decided to collect them. (Jake has since taken other colors too and he doesn't quite know why he is drawn to them.). But no, he has no idea what star tear disease is.

2. Drew wouldn't ever willingly tell anyone about the star tear disease. It's partly self-prevention - he thinks his feelings would be rejected which could cause him to go blind, and he is trying his best to avoid that. It's also because "eww, my embarrassing feelings would be exposed if I told anyone"

However, his condition is hard to hide and at some point eventually, someone would notice it. Drew would try his best to make excuses or just plainly be mean toward anyone who tried to make sure he was okay. Star tear disease is not hard to find if you know what to Google, and if someone saw Drew crying out the stars, he would be pretty much exposed. If someone took only a note of Drew's colorblindness, he could tell pretty convincing lies about it.

"How would they react" is a hard question to answer since it depends so much on who is the one reacting. Every character would have a different reaction. But I can say for sure that Jake would take it the hardest. He would be torn up about it, "Drew is colorblind and losing his vision because of me!!??" (And even if he didn’t know it was bc of him, he would be still the most worried one.)

Thank you for the question! The answer got a bit long haha since I really liked answering it :)

#glass love eclipse #tmf #the music freaks #tmf drew #tmf drake

[fangirlingatstuff]

Ronin and reader headcannons (w/ romance if thats fine I couldnt find ur rules page sorry) , you and MK had shrunk together, so maybe sometime after the movie, Nod and Him become "stomper" size and MK's like: "nah dude you gotta go to Y/n's house" and they go to your large slightly dysfunctional loving family to regroup and stuff. You have become my new favorite account bc i found no one who writes Epic, especially Ronin. <3 You have been followed and will be loved aggressively

Yay! Welcome to the club lol the fandom may be slightly dead but that doesnt keep some of us from making content XD Hope you like this hun! Haven’t written much for Ronin so this is fun!

This is definitely not based off of my family nooo why would you think that??? (Tho I only have one brother lol)

When you had first shrunken down and met Ronin, you hadn't been as trustful as MK was.

Given, you went with MK as emotional support so she had someone to fall back on if things didn't go well with her dad, and after being shrunken while stressing about helping out your friend, you were a lot more on edge than she was.

When Ronin made it his job to escort the both of you to Nim's, you weren't as receptive of the idea as MK was, but hey, MK was kind of in need of a strong figure in her life and you weren't going to argue with that.

Over the period of that day, seeing Ronin, talking to him, noticing his own grief, even though he was pretty attractive and it made your heart skip a beat when he pulled you in by the waist to get you away from MK's crazy pug, you told yourself "we just met” and left it at that.

So imagine your surprise, several months later, when MK shows up with both leafmen while your youngest siblings were causing mayhem in the kitchen, your eldest brother wrestling with your dad over the last couple pizza rolls, and your mom stuck in a standoff with the cat since it kept trying to eat the bills on the counter.

MK explained what happened and why Ronin and Nod were suddenly big now, but you weren't able to say anything before she was like “Ok bye! Take care!” And left them with you

You were SO going to get her back for this

Honestly, you were surprised that your family didn’t mind them showing up, but you also lived in a loft above the garage so that you had some privacy from the rest of your family.

After introducing Nod and Ronin as “some of MK’s friends”, you moved them up to your small “apartment”

Nod was already a hit with your youngest two brothers, showing off his sword skills by slicing fruit in the air as they tossed it at him

Ronin took a while to adjust

But slowly he started to talk to you and you two actually had the longest conversation you’ve ever had between the two of you

Ronin didn’t want to intrude or be a burden, so he picked up doing chores (your chores) around the apartment and house while also getting Nod to do your brothers chores

You told him it wasn’t necessary, they were your chores for a reason, but Ronin argued and said that this was thanks for letting the two of them stay

He’s already a big hit with your mom and dad, but they were at work and didn’t see much of him

You were washing dishes after everyone else left the house, either for school or work, when Ronin came in

He was wearing a white henley shirt with rolled up sleeves, something that SHOULDNT have looked that good on him, and immediately stopped to look at you from across the house

“Nope, uh uh,” he hip checked you out of the way and took the plate you were washing

“Hey!” You said

“Let me wash the dishes,” he didn’t even bother letting you argue, to him it was “his duty” to show appreciation by helping around the house

“Ronin,” you whined while trying to take the rag back from him, “c’mon, it’s literally my one chore.”

“You don’t have to do it, I got it,” he said

You huffed and groaned

“How about you wash them and I’ll dry and put them up?” You offer, hand on your hip

He looked at you and thought for a moment

The two of you worked in sync with each other in the small kitchen, you putting up the dishes as Ronin washed them

Occasionally, his hand would linger for a moment longer than usual while handing you the next dish, or you’d glance over to see him quickly looking away

Even when dressed so casually he looked so in charge and strong, it was so weird

It was weird in general to see him out of his armor but you digress

When the last dish was put up, you stretched and wiped down your slightly wet hands before turning to walk out

“Hey Y/n-“ you turned as Ronin reached out for you but hesitated

“Yeah, Ronin?” You raised a brow

He stopped and drew back his hand, brow furrowed in thought

“…thank you. For letting me and Nod stay here. Your family is…very kind.”

You snorted, “Yeah, well you havent seen ‘em on a bad day.”

Ronin chuckled a little at your joke and it made your cheeks turn pink

“But really,” he said, “I don’t know how else to thank you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“No, I do,” he added as you hopped to sit on the counter behind you. “I…I think we got off on the wrong foot, before.”

You blinked in surprise and looked away with a hint of shame, “Yeah, I—that day was a lot for me.”

He sighed, “It…was a lot for me too.”

You lowered your gaze, thinking about the woman who he had ran to as she died, the late queen, Tara

Ronin shook his head and snapped out of it, “Uh, well I-“ he stammered and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m happy MK took us here. It’s been…nice, actually getting to know you.”

You told yourself you were imagining the blush on his face

“Really?” You smiled. “It’s been nice getting to know you too.”

Ronin smiled as you hopped down and opened up the fridge, taking out a gallon of iced sweet tea

“Come on!” You chirped as you passed him and grabbed two glasses, “It’s nice out.”

The two of you sat out in the backyard on the porch, chatting and drinking iced tea, laughing at stories, talking about anything and everything, enjoying the nice spring air late into the evening

When Nod eventually came back with MK after a trip around town, they found the two of you passed out on the porch swing, a thin blanket over the both of you

MK laughed but Ronin never looked so peaceful

Okay it took me a while to come up with this and it isnt immediately romantic but now Im like “…oh? Oh, ok, am I invested in this now???”

So if you like it I can DEFINITELY do more, it took everything in me to NOT just write an entire short fic for this one prompt, it ended up being so much cuter than I expected!!!!

Hope you like it! Its awesome having more people interact with the fandom!!

#ronin #epic 2013 #mk bomba #mary katherine bomba #ronin x reader #nod #x reader #epic 2013 headcanons #epic 2013 x reader #future drabble? #slice of life #request

[logicallyserial]

so this is going to the void which is good bc its 5am and i should probably have my phone taken from me these thoughts are so shitty

tw forrrrrr child abuse, vague vague aids mention.

eddie headcanons lets go

his dad is on death row . he made a comment about living up to the munson name for being accused of murder and it just feels right

he likes marlboro reds but he steals steve's menthol cigarettes when they first start hanging out. but he fucking hates the taste of mint so he never steals one again.

his mom was In His Life Ish. she was very severely mentally ill and never stood up for eddie or really provided for him. she watched eddies dad kick him out, but eddie still cant bring himself to hate her because even though she was indifferent to him at best and cruel at worst, she was the one who called wayne to come get him after his dad kicked him out.

he grew up in chicago with his parents in a slightly more established trailer park. if anyone has seen the black phone, something like the main kid's neighborhood. his dad kicked him out over the summer before he started eighth grade, and wayne came and brought him back to hawkins no questions asked.

not eddie but i think that wayne is probably gay too, but too old and busy to worry about any of it. its why he takes eddie in

eddie learned guitar from his best friend in chicago. his friend was a year older than him but in the same grade and was a total mini-prep.

eddie got into metal mostly because the album covers looked cool and he ended up liking out they sounded, too.

he loves cats, especially black cats. he calls every orange tabby he sees garfield, and when he can afford it he buys bags of cat food for the strays around the trailer park

eddie fucking loves the rocky horror picture show. he dressed up as dr frank n furter when he was 18, and the following march he drove back to chicago to see a shadow cast performance. he tried to give his number to the queen who performed as dr frank but she laughed and told him to grow up a little more, come back in a year. he went back in august just because he wanted to and because he wanted to learn the audience lines. it was a different queen and he was told that the other queen was dead and eddie didn't even bother to ask why, he just drove home and cried to wayne about it for a while. he started trying to go every month after that but he stopped halfway through his second senior year.

happy one after all that. he shoplifts from a corner store the summer after s4 and bumps into steve's back like right outside the door and it ends up getting him caught. steve isnt sorry at all, he thinks its hilarious, but he apologizes a lot and eventually does feel guilty just because of eddies history with the cops. he apologized so much and was so nice afterwards that eddie steals a tears for fears cassette for him.

he would love hash pipe by weezer.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington #steddie #steddie headcanon #Spotify

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

Idk how ppl, after EJ told Gina that "a perfect show is how I stay with you" or in ep 3x4 "I won't let Gina down", can say that he was so focused on the show to only impress his father... His main goal was to make sure that him and Gina could have a future, and that was more important than impressing his dad. You can see that after the break up, he stopped fighting for himself to stay, since his main reason was to stay for Gina... Ppl who try to diminish how much he cared about her are just haters... They don't even pay attention to all of his scenes and judge him for every little thing... I saw a tiktok with 10k likes that said that EJ will never be loved (in the sense that he doesn't deserve that) and that was before s3 aired... When I saw it I was WTH!? I don't get why they hate him so much and it's so sad that there are so many of them...

Oh my stars yes it bothers me so much when people say EJ was just doing the show to impress his dad, because the show NEVER says that. Yes, there's more to his motivation than helping Gina and his friends, 100%, and obviously impressing his dad was on his mind. But you're so right anon that his main goal was fighting for a future with gina.

Also wth. I get not shipping portwell bc to each their own but what has ej done that makes people hate him so much?? like actually. what. he has grown so much and worked so hard and done so much for the people he loves and how??

#anti rina #portwell #thanks for the ask! #ej caswell

[stormblessed95]

Hello, I found your blog and I would like to know your opinion (English is not my native language, sorry if there are errors). I was reading some of your posts, I don't know if you already addressed this. It's something that's on my mind. I don't consider myself a shipper, but I do think that Jimin and Jungkook have a relationship beyond friendship ♡ I avoid associating with or following jkkrs not bc I don't believe in jikook but bc fighting with other shippers affects me. I am Jimin biased and insults towards him really hurt me. It's not that JK/Tae doesn't receive them and doesn't bother me, but that they show themselves differently towards hate. Jimin became more and more reserved, away from social media. And his words still resonate in my mind in Seoul PTD "I don't do / don't like fanservise" It is obvious that he must have read something, it's not a random phrase. A lot of the hate that Tae is receiving from jkkrs or pjms towards Tae/JK is because they blame them, and I won't deny I also started to get annoyed. That was another sign that I stayed away from jkkrs. My ground wire is that if Jimin isn't distant towards them why should I get mad? I trust him. My question is why not put a brake? I understand it's not their responsibility to educate the fans, but wouldn't we prevent a lot of what happens if they told these people to stop? From my point of view Vminkook should bring this up to the fans. It's a snowball that's been growing, and it doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon </3 The fact that they're not distant is a good indication that it does not affect them too much, but it worries me that many shippers are crossing limits. Harassing people like what happened with Tae and model from Paris or Polyc, tattoo artist. Am I insane for thinking so??

Yes. It is bad to put the responsibility of insane cultists or horrible shippers on the members. That's not their Job, not their responsibility and if people LISTENED to what the members SAY, then they've said and done all they should need to do. Why continue to waste their own time, and sacrifice their own mental health, for people who twist their words and call them lairs no matter what. @minggukieology posted a good break down of shipping and shipper mentality earlier today here too that someone what relates

This whole discourse is the epitome of victim blaming. Tae and JK and Jimin have been very clear about their relationships together and what they mean to each other and how they love each other and even how they grew apart and back together, all 3 have addresssed how theyve grown and changed over the years. Tae even HAS addressed it when someone confronted him directly with it. Why are you blaming THEM when people choose not to listen. It's giving "well what were you wearing?" "Are you sure you weren't asking for it?" Energy. It's not THEIR fault when rabid fans decide to harrass someone. You saw you trust them, so do that. And stop placing expectations on them to control shippers who don't actually give a fuck about the members or what they do or say. Because those shippers, who spread hatred? They just call the members liars and will always twist the narrative into whatever story pleases THEM the most. They see the members as characters in a story they want to control, rather than real life human beings who have more important things to do in their lives than address people they don't even Consider fans. Like hang out together with the friends and enjoy their life. And let the haters scream into the void and make themselves miserable. They don't owe anyone anything. And if you think that if Tae and JK and Jimin all held a press conference and said something like telling shippers to stop and that they aren't dating and that jikook are or aren't in love or all 3 have gfs or bfs outside the group or whatever, that it would actually work? You are deluding yourself. They would be called liars again, or forced by the company, or hiding to protect themselves. It wouldn't work. So why give these hateful people their mental vulnerability and energy? Wouldn't it be better to just live their lives the way they want and protect themselves that way and give each other the love THEY know is true?

Everyone who keeps demanding this from the guys has never actually thought through how it would go and is more concerned about THEIR OWN PERSONAL well being in fandom space (which they can currate) rather than the members personal well being and mental health in their own lives. Which I'm sure they do what they do to protect that and live as well as they can at the height of fame they are. You want them to address this because it will make YOU (general you) feel better in your fandom experience and your life, not because it will make vminkook feel better or make their (or the other members) lives easier.

#shipping discourse #shippers are going to be toxic no matter what the members say #vminkook #maknae line shippers #jikook #kookmin

[allergic-to-color]

A Very Merry Wenclair Family Christmas

DISCLAIMER!!! if y'all are looking for soft wenclair christmas content, you may be slightly disappointed... it started off as that, but at some point this literally just became me heavily projecting onto wednesday bc honestly the same thing happens to me during the holidays, it just gets to be too much and yeah- anyway enjoy fhdjfjfkdk

tw: ??

word count: ??

Christmastime, Wednesday's favorite time of the year. It was the last day of class before winter break, and the raven-haired girl was absolutely dreading it. Not that she didn't want to see her family, (although, perhaps that was also part of it.), but she was just getting used to being away from home for so long, and then there was Enid...

Normally, there should be decorations, the whole building lit up like a Christmas tree, but Weems couldn't be bothered to spend the school's budget on something that would only be taken down again in January, so she didn't really see the point in it. So the halls of Nevermore remained dark, and cold. As cold as Wednesday's mother's heart, she thought.

While everyone else was getting excited and ready to go home for a few weeks, there was Enid, alone, sitting on her bed next to a packed suitcase and trying not to have a full on breakdown after the phone call she'd just had with her mother. The pure rage she felt, while at the same time, a deep sadness washing over her, there wasn't a single person that could possibly understand her pain right now.

What was she going to do? She didn't have anywhere else to go. She thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would accept her now that she'd finally transformed. But it didn't change a single thing. The Lycan felt absolutely shattered and nothing could make things better in the moment. Down the hall, Ms. Thornhill could hear the whimpers and cries from Enid, so she decided to investigate.

“G-Go away..” the blonde mumbled as she heard the woman's footsteps approaching the door. She thought it was Wednesday. Cautiously, Thornhill opened the door, making her way to the young girl's bed and having a seat on the end. “What's wrong, honey?” she asked in a soft tone, not wanting to startle her student. With a deep breath, Enid just mumbled out in a barely audible voice; “icantgohomeforchristmas”.

The woman was confused at first, but then it all clicked immediately after, and she just placed a comforting hand on Enid. “Did you wanna talk about it?” The girl sighed and shook her head, curling up with her blanket and crying some more. She cried her little heart out until it stopped hurting.

“I'll be right back, okay?” and she left the room, returning about 15 minutes later with Ms. Weems. The older woman had made a call to Wednesday's parents and made arrangements for Enid to spend the holidays with her family, which of course they were hesitant about — but knowing that Enid was her closest friend, they agreed.

Once the two women let Enid know the arrangements, now all that was left was to wait for the raven-haired girl to return and they'd be sent on their way.

Wednesday's POV:

“Thing. Help me with these bags.” I said as I opened the door to my dormitory, which wasn't something I was exactly looking forward to, seeing as it's Christmas time, and principal weems said that I couldn't stay at Nevermore for the holidays, since nobody would be here— to which I told her that I actually prefer it that way. Where was I? Oh. Right. Thing didn't move. Or 'say' anything, I honestly think that if he had the ability to, he'd be giving me the dirtiest look and rolling his eyes right at the command. Perhaps next time I should be more polite. But probably not.

It isn't until I take my headphones off that I even notice that Enid is sitting on her bed, she looks sad, (I think) and she's got company. My eyes widen and I take a step back as I realize it's my teacher, and principal. Acknowledging their presence with a nod, I wait for one of them to explain why they're here. They tell me that I'm being forced to take wolf girl home with me. I'm thrilled, really. I don't even waste my breath making an argument, as I've grown quite fond of Enid, and I don't really have any other choice.

Meanwhile, in the car on the way to the Addams family home....

Enid had somehow managed to sneak her hand over to Wednesday's and rested it there for the remainder of the car ride, unnoticed— or, if Wednesday had noticed, she just didn't say anything, and that's honestly what Enid was hoping. “Enid.” The girl muttered, staring down at their hands before staring back out the window. She wasn't usually one for small talk, so the rest of the trip was mostly silent after that....whether that was by choice or not, neither of the girls were really sure.

“Wednesday?” Enid tapped her friend on the shoulder and immediately she was startled awake, turning to the blonde and staring at her through hooded eyes, she hated being woken up... almost as much as she hated unprompted touches. “Sorry. It's just—” she pointed out the window as they approached a large, creepy looking mansion on a hill at the end of a long, winding driveway. It sort of reminded Enid of Nevermore. “Your house is so big...” she said with a smile and Wednesday just nodded.

If she was being honest, holidays weren't ideal for her. But, her parents were usually very understanding of her needs and things were kept lowkey. This Christmas, however, they would have a few unexpected visitors...

As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Wednesday had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it wasn't pleasant, but she sucked it up and put her headphones back on, so she could try and make it through the next few weeks with her sanity somewhat in tact. Morticia wasn't really a holiday person herself, either, but she couldn't pass up this opportunity to get to know the girl who her daughter had been getting close to over the last year or so. It was rare that Wednesday let anyone in, so you could imagine how her parents were feeling. Let's just say, those feelings were.....mixed.

In front of the house was all-black string lights, some leftover Halloween decorations, christmas-ified, nothing too colorful or bright, just how Wednesday liked it. Although, it did spook the young Lycan just a little bit.

Once they got up to the house, Lurch let the girls out of the car and helped with their bags, Morticia and Gomez were already waiting in the doorway, practically attached at the hip. Wednesday found this nauseating. “There's my little viper!” Gomez smiled as he greeted the raven, he wasn't too sure about the brightly colored girl next to her. They'd both met her, but it was only briefly, so they were hesitant about a stranger staying in their home. But they had always been open-minded, so they were willing to give her a chance. Besides, it wasn't like they'd be keeping her as a pet...

“Hello, darling.. welcome home.” Morticia's eyes scanned over her daughter and she noticed that she was acting strange, and not in the usual way. Not in the Addams way. “Oh, what is it, dear? has a cat got my little raven's tongue?” she spoke in a calming tone with genuine concern as she broke away from her husband, hands coming up to cup Wednesday's face. The girl just nodded and looked away, sighing.

Enid looked over, concerned about her and whimpered quietly. “Do you need anything? How can we help?” The older woman asked, but all Wednesday could do was shake her head ‘no’. The girl hated when she got this way, it made her feel weak, it was rare, but she hate it nevertheless. But her parents, and Enid were thankfully very patient with her, they knew it wasn't a choice, and she just needed to take some time to herself to recharge.

Wednesday's POV (again):

I don't know why this happened, earlier I was fine, but it's like my thoughts are racing, I just can't get them out. I wish I wasn't like this, but I know that I can't change it, I can only adapt. I'm just glad that Thing taught me sign language and I've learned to use that for simple communication when I cannot speak. I look forward to just spending the evening alone in my bedroom. But then I look up, and see that my Uncle, cousin Itt, and my grandmother (who I honestly didn't even know was still alive at this point.). Great. They're all here for the holidays... yay... I sigh deeply and march straight up to my bedroom.

No surprise, Enid's following right behind me like some sad little pup. She's the only person who I think I can tolerate right now, she doesn't always know how to help, or what to say— but honestly I'm just.....appreciative of her support.. I don't know if she knows that, I don't exactly know how to express that, but I hope she does know.

a few days later...

It'd been a few days since Wednesday had said a single word, the stress and sensory overload were too much to handle. God, she hated this. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas and having conversations and being together, but she couldn't bring herself to take part, she just wished she could be with Enid alone and watch Christmas movies with her. She hated them, but she loved making fun of horrible movies and they were honestly worse than horror movies to her. Enid was the complete opposite.

The Lycan knew to keep her distance unless she was specifically asked for, she was mostly quiet other than to ask if Wednesday needed anything. This wasn't exactly how either of them planned for this break to go, but they honestly just enjoyed each other's company, Enid was Wednesday's comfort person. Whether she made that known or not. “Hey, Wedn—” The blonde finally broke the days-long silence, the raven girl just glared at her, annoyed. “........Yeah.” It was more of a statement than a question, she wasn't really up for conversation just yet, forcing even the simple response felt like climbing mount everest. “Sorry. I know you're struggling, it's just— I wanted to say , Merry Christmas. I'm really glad you let me stay with you all this time, I don't want to be an annoyance, but yeah. I hope I'm not. Sorry.” Enid sighed, grabbing a gift from beside her side of the bed and handed it to the raven. “ what's this. ” wednesday looked up at her best friend , skeptical. “just open it, you silly! I promise you will like it. I hope so, anyway.” the lycan beamed at her, studying her every move and subtle changes in expression, anxious to see what she thought about her present.

to be continued because I keep forgetting about this and it's been a while since I wrote it 😭 merry christmas tho djdjsjfjsjdj. edit: totally did not mean to leave this on a cliffhanger besties my bad I will try to get a part 2 out within the next week or so 🖤

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