#of course the first choice i picked was nicer

[mintcrows]

went back to a save to see if i could finally trigger the emperor epilogue conversation and that last option is very fun (but visually bugged :C)

#bg3 spoilers #crows caws #yummy brain #this was after i saved #of course the first choice i picked was nicer #it took me doing the epilogue like 3 times as a squid to get this convo #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 spoilers

[nsharks]

can we see more of dad ghost ♥︎ im obsessedLMAO

“soft around the edges”

aka when ghost’s son runs up to him in front of the team (a little part 2 to this fic. part 3 here.)

Soap doesn't share the Lieutenant's secret with the rest of the force.

Things go back to normal after that brief, bizarre encounter with you. When their break is over, Ghost carries on the typical dry humor and sharp orders, pretending that Soap never had dinner at his cozy home and met his pregnant wife.

Though, MacTavish does notice little differences in his stoic superior turned new dad. Ghost is shockingly, and ever-so-slightly, nicer. His language is still foul. But he's a little less rough around the edges: compliments Soap a bit more, tells him to shut the fuck up a little bit less.

It's not something that any of the others notice, of course, which is why they are all so baffled when they finally do figure out about Ghost's secret family.

It's two years later when they are disbanding at a base in the UK that you accidentally reveal yourself.

It's truly an accident.

Whenever you pick him up from the military base, Simon instructs you to wait outside. Says he doesn't want to put you at any risk. But you have a knack for not listening to him. You missed him so much during the past four months, and the two-year-old in your arms was old enough to start asking where his dad was, so you figured you could wait for him inside this time, hidden away in a corner.

Your plan might have worked if it weren't for the swell of your belly making it difficult for you to hold the squirming toddler.

He recognizes his dad even with the skull mask on.

Immediately starts to yelp for him, kicking his little feet around, and giving you no choice but to set the toddler down for a second. But your son is growing so much, and he's got his father's determination.

It's definitely riveting for Soap and the team to witness the whole thing unfold.

At first sight, the waddling two-year-old boy doesn't faze them. There were usually family members and little ones waiting at the gate. Gaz and Price are saying their goodbyes when they both notice that the toddler running around is coming in their direction. Or more specifically, in Ghost's direction.

Soap knows right away what's happening.

Watches with raised brows.

For the rest of the team, this is the first time they witness Ghost's demeanor shift to something so soft and peculiar. His mannerisms give everything away before the kid even reaches him: a typically-unfazed Ghost looks around frantically, probably wondering how the hell his son even got here, until he spots you waddling sheepishly after him.

Oh, fuckin' hell.

You give your husband an apologetic look that says I'm sorry and help me at the same time.

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing," Gaz mutters, watching as Ghost bends down to pick up the small child.

Tell me 'bout it, Soap wants to say. But he's already gone through the initial disbelief two years ago, so now, he simply watches with knowing eyes.

He can't say he didn't spend some time the past two years wondering what kind of parents you and Ghost had become. He knew bits and pieces of his past and hesitantly wondered if Ghost had carried on that behavior.

But now he witnesses the Lieutenant scoop the toddler in his arms, making him look so small against his broad chest. “I’ve got ya, kid.” And he is tucking the boy's head underneath his chin and pressing his masked nose to the top of his hair.

Then, the toddler reaches a small hand to his mask and pats it, perhaps harder than he realizes, but Ghost simply shakes his head and patiently wraps his much larger hand around the curious little one’s.

Ghost is soft and gentle and anything but angry, even though you worried that he might have been.

Everything seems to sink in for the team when they see you finally reach your husband. Your mouth moving to rush out apologies:

"I'm sorry, Simon, I know you said to wait outside. We just really wanted to see you and I tried to hold him and-"

And Ghost might have been frustrated on another day. But on this day, he’s just relieved to see you again. It's apparent to all of the eyes watching that this brooding man, with his deadpan eyes and a trademark mask, is utterly and unabashedly in love with you and the little family you have gifted him. Finally able to fully relax as he wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles your neck, something you could never imagine him doing in public like this a few years ago.

“S’okay, love,” he tells you. “Can’t be mad, can I? Not when I get to see you two.”

You’re carrying his second child and he hasn't seen you in months and he simply doesn't give a fuck at the moment.

To his team watching, the Lieutenant seems like another person.

They're watching Simon, not Ghost.

"That's his girl, then?" Alejandro finally asks, as they have been frozen in place. Watching in curiosity and bewilderment.

“Wife seems like,” Gaz says. Shooting Soap a curious look, he adds, “Did you know anything about this?”

“Hell,” Soap shrugs to feign innocence. “Didn’t know a thing-“

But, of course, you’re soon waving over at him and smiling before your husband can stop you. “Hi, Johnny!”

Guilty and caught, Soap offers a small wave in return before shaking his head. “Christ, alright. May have ran into them awhile back.”

“And you didn’t tell us, MacTavish?” Gaz scoffs.

“Not my secret to tell,” Soap shrugs again and watches as Ghost caresses your pregnant stomach. He leans down to whisper something in your ear and you smile coyly at him, planting a little kiss to the cheek of his hard mask. Ghost is somehow able to hold you and your son firmly against his chest and still have more room. Must be what had the two of you realizing that a fourth family member was needed.

Soap hears the snide remarks as your family leaves and is out of earshot.

Looks like Ghost keeps himself busy on leave.

You think he helps with the diapers?

The kid’s even got his eyes.

Reckon he takes the mask off during sex?

Finally, Soap groans out, “Haud yer wheesht. That’s enough.”

“Sergeant’s right,” Price, whose own surprise has faded into something more stern, quiets the members of the team who are still lingering. “That’s your superior you’re gosspin’ about. Show some respect and bugger off.”

But once the Captain is gone, Soap allows himself this one quip (because, he’d been so good at not sharing what he’d seen for two years).

It’s a quiet one that he mentions only to Kyle.

“He takes her shopping an’ carries all the bags. Saw it myself.”

#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod #call of duty #fanfiction #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost #fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #fem!reader #dad ghost

[luveline]

hiii could I please request miguel walking in on reader crying in secret?? ty!! :)))

thank you for requesting! fem!reader, 1.2k

It takes Miguel half an hour to fix your spider suit, but when he picks his head up from his work desk with a brag waiting on his lips, you aren’t there. He hadn’t noticed you slinking away. Perhaps he should’ve, given his fantastic sixth sense and his habit of awarding you special attention, just you’re quiet when you want to be. 

He sends you a short message through his wristwatch. Where are you? delivered 7:58PM. 

No response. Miguel folds your suit into a square and holds it under his arm, flicking off his workbench light as he rolls his neck from one side to the other. He wanted to finish the repairs before nightfall so as not to disrupt your routine. He quite likes your routine together. In a stressful life, time spent with you is peace he doesn’t deserve. You aren’t a peaceful girl, of course, you’re his idiot, but he knows the stark difference of having you versus not having you. 

He can’t track you without your suit on and your watch doesn’t have that capability, but he can ping your phone. 

You’re in the building still, at least. 

He texts you. Where did you go? I fixed your suit. It’s dinner time soon. 

Loosely translated, it means, Why did you leave? We always eat dinner together. 

Miguel sighs and decides to check the most obvious places first. The alcove of the hallway leading to the laboratory where you like to hide, the arts lounge, the atrium where your friends hang out, and the outdoor area right at the surface of the society. By 8:30PM he’s agitated wondering where you’ve gone, because he should probably know, but he’s not a great boyfriend and you’re not always as honest as you claim. You could be anywhere. You could be with someone nicer. 

He’s pissed. With no choice but to admit defeat, he decides he’ll head up to bed (he’s not going to bed, he’s gonna find you, because you can go wherever you like whenever you like but it’s been a long time since you disappeared without telling him). He cares about you too much, even if he wishes sometimes he didn’t. Not because of you. 

He sulks into the apartment (his apartment, your apartment, you were never supposed to live with him but here you tend to stay), throwing his phone and command pod onto the made sheets of the bed. 

The shower drips in the bathroom. He can hear the plink of water dripping onto the floor, a slow, dysrhythmic pattering. Two seconds, a drop. Three seconds, your breathing. 

He startles. You’re shuddering, a sharp inhalation, that strange sound you make when you’re overwhelmed without being smothered by his shoulder. “Stop,” you say under your breath. Another harsh breath, and a pained whine to follow. 

Miguel has never crossed a room so quickly. For a moment he thinks there must be someone else there, not a fully realised theory but an instinct —you’re telling someone else to stop, because someone is hurting you, because you aren’t alone. But he can hear only your heart, and your breath. So he stops cold by the door without bursting in and forces himself to knock. 

“Mi cielo?” he asks, aiming for tenderness, roughness seeping through. He knocks the door. “I’m coming in, okay?” 

Miguel doesn’t realise the door is locked until he’s cracked the doorframe. 

You stare at him in shock. Tears fall fast but quiet down your cheeks, thick streams of them, the kind to accompany gutted sobbing. 

“What’s wrong?” he says, his chest falling. “What’s wrong? Y/N, tell me. Tell me,” he prompts, secretly terrified at your tears and your quiet. He sounds demanding instead. 

“I’m fine,” you say.

“No you’re not.” He speaks before you can deny it again, not sure what to make of your teary voice or the way you’re smiling; trying to hide. 

“It’s okay–”

“It’s not okay, mi cielo,” —he takes your hand if only to be touching you— “you're crying.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see,” you say, closing your eyes. 

Tears squeeze their way out unbidden. Miguel reaches to his right for the toilet paper and pulls off a few sheets, bundling them in his palm. Careful, hesitant, he brings the corner to your face and begins to dry your tears from your cheeks, your chin, the wet line running down to your t-shirt and then back to your eyes. He shushes you as you shudder, “Shh, lovely. Everything will be fine. Everything… Todo va a estar bien.” 

“It’s fine,” you whisper tightly. 

“It’s fine,” he echoes, much more kindly, though he’s no closer to understanding why you’d locked yourself away to cry so intensely. “Tell me what’s wrong, yes? You tell me what’s upset you.” 

“It’s nothing–”

You try to persuade him but end up sounding even more upset than you had, shaking your head from his touch, receding backward toward the sink. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asks gently. 

“It’s so stupid, Miguel, you weren’t supposed to know.” 

He’d say it was unlike you to be secretive with your feelings. You love loudly, tease louder. You’re spirited and petulant when you feel like it and you’re constantly barraging him with cheerfulness he doesn’t deserve, so why doesn’t your unwillingness to share this with him surprise him? 

“But I know now,” he says, bending to be your height, to meet your tired eyes, “and I want to know what’s wrong so I can make you feel better. Can you let me do that?” 

“I don’t feel very well.” 

Miguel can only handle so much. He uses some of his added strength to wrap you up in a full body hug, your toes struggling to stay on tiptoes and then completely off the ground as he leans back under your weight. “I know,” he says, though he hadn’t, “it’s okay, cariño, I’m here. I’m gonna take care of you.” 

You’re all softness in your off-duty clothes. The rolled neck of a worn t-shirt, your naked arm curling behind his neck and your thighs to his. He doesn’t keep you up for more than a few seconds, just enough to take your weight and hopefully save you the energy it’s taking to stay upright. You sag against him as your socks touch down again. He’s the one thing keeping you standing, and he doesn’t mind. You should know that already. 

“Please,” he says emphatically, “don’t cry by yourself. You have to let me know.” 

“Sorry.” 

He moves his head from one side to another slowly, his nose rubbing along your hairline. “Don’t be sorry. But if I don’t know, how am I supposed to fix it for you?” 

“You shouldn’t have to.” 

“Are you kidding?” He encourages your head back tenderly to meet your eyes. “That’s what we do, hmm? What do you think?” 

You smile. Still sad, still watery-eyed, but a real smile. “Yeah.” 

“Alright. Let’s go sit down, okay? I’ll get you a drink.” 

“So weird,” you murmur. 

“I’m weird?” 

“You’re being really nice to me.” 

Miguel squeezes your arm. “Don’t get used to it, Spider-Girl.” 

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[jongseongsnudes]

ten.

warning; 😪😪😪 1.2k words. masterlist.

the events of last night feels like a distant fever dream, especially because you wake up entirely alone in the large hotel room.

like you expected, the space beside you is empty, the cold, untouched sheets very telling that the man hadn’t even slept there. in fact, there’s nothing in the room that even suggests of his presence at all.

what you do notice is the massive white dior shopping bag, along with your suitcase and a new plane ticket on the small table. the table you and him blatantly ruined with your dirty deeds just last night.

inside the dior bag was a white dress with a pricetag the equivalent of your weekly wage. it was truly a beautiful dress, but something about it made you feel off. uncomfortable even.

sigh.

you weren’t dumb. you’ve heard of the numerous affairs within the office between other secretaries and their bosses, often stemming from the constant closeness of the job. you assume this, between you and mr park was also one of those cases.

sex with absolutely no strings attached.

what you didn’t expect was how abruptly he ended things, the man literally abandoning you here in a whole different country without a word. like trash. you know you shouldn’t be upset by it but you are. and now this so-called gift... did he see you as some escort?

before you knew it, you were dressed and standing by the hotel’s entrance, waiting for your ride to the airport. in your grasp was your suitcase and the extravagant gift you planned to return.

“jay’s assistant?”

“oh- mr wang right?”

there stood nicholas, mr park’s friend from yesterday. the man was truly a sight to see. tall, handsome, dressed in a leather jacket, some dark denims, and with hair slicked back.

“that’s me! where’s jay? how dare he leave a beautiful lady waiting by herself?”

his words make you chuckle, your cheeks heating slightly at the random compliment. “he went back to seoul. i’m heading to the airport now, but what are you doing here sir?”

“sir? please. call me nicholas,” he runs his hand through his hair with a laugh, “i came to pick up my bike that jay left and to visit my dad’s hotel.”

ah. so this was his dad’s hotel chain. man was rich rich. and hot.

“hop on, i’ll take you.”

mr wang doesn’t give you much of a choice, and you don’t mind it either way.

the weather was much nicer today, clouds no longer covering the sky. you could actually see everything along the way this time, the breath-taking view of japan and of course, mr wang’s back.

you figured you might have a thing for a man’s backside.

“thank you for the lift sir, the views were so beautiful!”

“again with sir,” he rolls his eyes and hands you your bags, “i’m heading to seoul soon, perhaps then you can take me around.”

“oh definitely!”

“well then,” he hands you his phone, and you just stare at him blankly for a second before realising what he meant. you quickly add your number and watch him drive off, the man no longer a distraction to what had been on your mind before that.

your boss.

-

*knock knock*

“come in.”

to say you were nervous would’ve been quite the understatement. you didn’t know what to expect on meeting him for the first time since that night, or how to act. or more importantly, how he’d act.

“good morning, sir. i have your breakfast and coffee.”

and there in the cold office, sat the man who clouded your thoughts for the entirety of yesterday. you know you shouldn’t give yourself a headache over the whole situation but you can’t help it.

the way he held you, hand grasping your waist, fingers deep inside of you...

get a grip park! you’re at work!

trying your best not to trip on your heels and spill the food, you walk over to place the tray in front of him. as always, the man doesn’t stray away from paperwork, even when you’re standing there in front of him.

“you have a meeting at 10 with mr lee of lee manufacturers. i have prepared the documents on your desk,” you wait for a moment before continuing, “if there’s nothing left sir, i’ll take my leave.”

silence.

you’d be lying if you said the lack of acknowledgment wasn’t disappointing, but at least it told you something. that what happened that night, very much meant nothing to him. and it shouldn’t to you either.

once back outside, you’re met with taehyun coming down the hallway, in his hands a massive bouquet of beautiful flowers.

“these are for you, someone delivered them to front desk just now.”

“me?” you take the bouquet and flip open the little card.

“hope you will love these flowers that are as beautiful as you. see you soon.” - wang.

“wang? who’s that?” taehyun says over your shoulders, just as mr park’s door opens and out comes the man.

he stares at the flowers in your arm for a moment then at you, eyes glaring a hole right through your face.

then he leaves.

the rest of the day is spent alone, dealing with mr park’s paperwork while taehyun accompanied the man on schedules outside.

“miss park, it’s 8pm.”

you almost fall out of your seat from mr park’s sudden voice, the man now standing in front of your desk. you were so focused on your work to even hear the ding of the lift or his footsteps.

it’s then that you realise how dark it had actually gotten outside the windows, an indication that you should’ve gone home long ago.

“ah- sir, i just needed to finish some paperwork,” you were quick to stand, “but why did you come back sir? did you forget something?”

“come into my office.”

you do so without question, trailing behind the man into his office as he goes to pull something out from behind his desk. it’s the white dior shopping bag, the very same one you had put there in the morning when you arrived earlier than him for once, wanting to return it without fuss.

“what is this?” his tone is cold, eyes glaring directly at you.

“i can’t accept such an extravagant gift from you, sir.”

the low scoff he makes catches you off guard, not expecting such a reaction from him at all. your entire body goes tense when he begins walking back over to you, his eyes focused entirely on you.

he’s making you nervous again. the way he’s watching you, the way he’s smirking at you. it all reminds you of that night.

mr park stops when he’s right behind you, his chest slightly pressing into your back. he’s so close, his cologne surrounding you like his hand that’s now gently clasping onto the back of your neck.

“but you can accept flowers from nicholas? right pretty?”

shit.

end.

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[syoddeye]

the reward

ceo!price x reader / ~2.5k words

This can be considered the first half of part 4 of Business or Pleasure? my lil ceo!price x reader side project. Please enjoy! 🖤

Parts 1, 2, and 3

CW: hinted possessiveness, power imbalance, alcohol

The reward was never a choice. Cute, in hindsight, how you thought it was and politely declined to exit the car. 

Mr. Price squashed your resolve with one look. Both of his eyebrows raised in an expression of almost tired disbelief, mouth a firm line, and a disapproving sound pushing through it. "Hmm. You sure? Store's open just for us, y'really going to make them stay on longer?"

Sufficiently guilt-tripped, you concede.

You expect the pair of sales associates to be miffed, all tight smiles and wringing hands, for working past posted hours. They are not. Quite the opposite. It makes you wonder the true reach of the man beside you. 

John ushers you past the display of tote bags in the front of the store. 

You try to protest. "But they're the most useful type here. The others are impractical."

You try to reason. "I can use it for work. For travel. See, my laptop will fit."

You want something closer to the reliable carry-all you currently own. He clicks his tongue as if you are an unruly pet, affectionately scolding. "You're not walking out of here 'til you pick something impractical. Think of it as an indulgence."

You are left to reluctantly marvel at the rows of clutches and handbags. They sit under warm, glowing lights designed to underscore the soft luster of their leather. The kind of brand to hide the price tags, you silently make estimates as you peruse. Just one could pay two month's rent.

A sales associate sidles up when you linger too long near a pinkish-gray, compact handbag. Her voice is low and bubbly, explaining the history of the silhouette and model, the leather and detailing. She shows the optional shoulder strap, threads it over your side, and insists you look in the mirror. Feels funny using a full-body mirror for an accessory, but it does make you like it more. A nicer outfit and you could pass for a real customer.

You meet John's gaze in the reflection. Comfortably settled in one of the shop's armchairs, he smiles languorously and nods.

Before you know it, John offers a shiny metal card to the associate, and you walk out of the store with a four-digit handbag. 

In the car, it's as if nothing happened. John returns to his phone and padfolio, all business, and you sit slightly dumbfounded cradling a shopping bag. Whiplash does not even begin to cover the feeling.

He likes you, has to. Men, no matter how wealthy, do not spend this amount of money on people they do not care for. It is not your experience, at least. The gift is troubling, though. What precisely does it mean? What did drinks mean? What does his requisitioning you from Kyle mean? You've seen this show before, and it never ends well.

When the car pulls onto your street, it is fuel on the fire. Of course, John has access to employee information; you try not to dwell on the fact he shouldn't use it; there are policies against that. Clearly, he is not one for rules.

When Alex opens your door, John is on the phone, looking out his window. You make a split-second decision. You gather your things, murmur a goodbye, and then climb out of the car. Locking eyes with the bodyguard, you take advantage of his friendliness and mirror his warm energy. It works. Distracted, he does not notice the shopping bag left at the foot of your seat.

But John does. He calls your name as you attempt to distance yourself from the car, stopping you in your tracks.

"Forgetting something?"

Flustered and foiled, you retrieve the shopping bag. He smiles amusedly from his seat.

"Email me the notes. See you Monday, love."

~~

"You're hiding something." 

"Jordan, please. I've barely touched my coffee."

"There's got to be more to it," Jordan whispers excitedly over the edge of your desk, ignoring your withering look. 

You do not lift your gaze from the packed, colorful calendar on the screen. "Like I told you over text and FaceTime, that's it. Mr. Price only needed me for notes for a partner meeting. He was impressed by the summary I wrote up for Kyle about Project Intercontinental."

As if summoned, a message pops up on screen. 

kgarrick - online

> Need to speak with you about meeting the technology directors.

What meeting? He's already met with them this quarter. Nevertheless, you stand and smooth your skirt. "Boss man needs me, talk later?"

The other woman huffs. "Yeah, yeah. Talk later."

You slip into Kyle's office and shut the door. "What's this about the tech directors?"

Kyle smiles, but it does not quite reach his eyes. He gestures to the padded lounge chair across his desk. "Please."

Pins and needles. This was not about the directors. 

"O…kay." You sink into the chair, back straight as a board. 

He takes a moment to lean forward on his desk, elbows resting on the surface, one hand rubbing the knuckles of the other. "I understand John took you to meet with Graves."

"Yes, I was under the impression you knew." The fear that Price possibly lied about that instantly surfaces.

"I knew, told him it was fine. I'm curious about your first impression.

So that's it. Kyle wants to know more about the new contractor. You relax a bit and recall the sportive, if not roguish American. "Oh. Well, he is certainly different. I am curious if his company's style will align with ours, given how–"

Kyle raises a hand to stop you, and his smile is almost pained. "No, sorry, I meant John."

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. Crossing your legs, you force your fingers to lace around a knee. "I see. Um, he's...Assertive."

It prompts a snort of laughter, seemingly breaking Kyle's odd nervousness. "Sorry, go on."

Pursing your lips a moment, you tread carefully. "Perhaps 'confident' is the better term," It isn't. It is kinder. "Strategic and intelligent." Strategic in how he basically used you and intelligent but clueless with office equipment. You think to tag on 'generous', but rather not be forced to explain.

Kyle chuckles, and his grin slowly returns to an uncertain curve. "Did he talk to you much?"

Yes and no. Yet, what was the correct response? 'Yes, Kyle, and he admitted to using me as the adult equivalent of a ring of keys to a toddler or monkey to gauge Mr. Graves's attentiveness. Oh, and this was after he described my clothing in detail over the phone to an unknown party. Did I mention the five thousand pound gift back at my flat?' Complete honesty was out of the question.

"He did not ignore me. We had a polite conversation."

"Did he say anything about me? Ask?"

You smirk. "Only that you gave him your blessing."

The spot of levity is lost on him. Your smirk fades.

Kyle almost looks worried. "And he…He didn't…"

Your face heats. What does he know? Does he know about drinks? The message? The handbag? The conversation teeters into minefield territory. You play dumb. Best to let him get out with it. "What?" 

"He didn't ask you to move over to his desk full-time?"

Relief floods your worried nerves, quelling the fretful thing in your chest. You understand now. Kyle doesn't want to lose his assistant. Your smile nearly splits your face. "No, he did not."

The man slumps some and chuckles. "Excellent. Had me worried. I don't think either of us could refuse if he asked, y'know."

That is a discomforting piece of knowledge.

"I still would," You reassure, lean forward, and tap the surface of his desk. "Now. Was that all? I don't know about you, but I've got work to do." 

He shakes his head. "No, but you tell me if he tries to snipe you, yeah?" 

The earnestness throws you, despite how accustomed you've grown to it during your tenure. It makes keeping this thing with Price a secret all the more difficult.

"Of course. Now. Message me when you decide on lunch, dates for the Mexico trip, and what you'd like to give me for my fifth anniversary since I know you've already forgotten."

"Shit. That's–?"

"Next Monday."

"Pick out something nice."

And you will. Just not Moynat nice.

~~

The rest of Monday keeps you hellishly occupied. Your head's above water for the first time in the day, and it's nearly quitting time. Kyle's off at his last appointment, some check-in meeting on tax season preparations, when you power off your desktop. You slip on your coat, pack your bag, and discreetly slip off to the elevators. There's time to beat the evening rush.

The elevator arrives from a higher floor and for a moment, you briefly consider diving out of view. You come face-to-face with Alex and behind him, Mr. Price. Both of their faces shift for different reasons.

"Miss," Alex drawls. 

You give the bodyguard a rigid smile, then glance at your employer. 

"Going down?"

"I can–"

Alex holds the elevator doors open when they try to close, his smile warm and clueless. "C'mon in."

Price speaks when the car starts to descend. "You're not using your new bag."

Your eyes flick to Alex's back then focus on the LED panel indicating the floor. It feels inappropriate to talk about it in front of the other man, despite his presence on the 'errand'. 

"I can't."

"Something wrong with it?"

"Yes, it's too nice."

Price chuckles and Alex's shoulders shudder in a clear attempt to suppress a laugh. 

"I fail to see how that's a problem."

"Mr. Price, while my compensation is fair," You continue carefully, still avoiding looking at him. "It is not within my budget to afford luxury brands. If I turn up to the office with that nice of a bag, all of a sudden, people would talk. And besides, it's my bag, and I decided it is not for work."

You don't miss how he ignores the first part of your answer. "What's it for, then?"

"Socializing."

Do not look at him. Oh, what you would do for the elevator to stop.

"Socializing," He repeats, elongating the word as if it's in a foreign language. "Dates?"

He has to be deliberately trying to get under your skin.

"Yes," A single word. A confirmation and a warning. 

"Go on many of those?" 

Even Alex tenses, back muscles tightening beneath his suit jacket. Your head finally snaps toward Price, who, irritatingly, wears a controlled smile.

"Yes," You answer again and push through the absurd embarrassment. "My fair share."

He hums. "Your anniversary with us is next Monday, yeah?"

The sudden change in topic does not bode well. "Yes, sir." 

"You free Friday?"

The lie is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. "I have a date this Friday." Whatever this baffling situation is between you, it needs to stop. Should've all the way back at the malfunctioning copier. He does not need to know your 'date' is celebratory drinks with Jordan. You just need him to drop it. 

It's as if the elevator car turns into an icebox. The mirth bleeds from Price's gaze, but his smile remains. "And Saturday?"

There is a tacit warning in his tone. In the slight turn of Alex's head in your periphery. Your mouth dries, and you swallow hard.

"I'm free on Saturday."

The lights come back on in his eyes, and miraculously, the car reaches the lobby. "Wonderful to hear. Pick you up at eight."

Alex steps aside to let you out. 

"Have a good evening, miss," the bodyguard says softly as you pass before hitting the number for your office's floor to head back upstairs.

You meet eyes with Price as the doors close, and a shiver runs down your spine. It's unsettling. You can't tell if it was good or bad.

~~

Thankfully, you do not run into Mr. Price the rest of the week. You take care not to. If Kyle suspects something from your excuses to sit out on meetings, avoiding any whiffs of the CEO, he says nothing. When you leave on Friday to meet Jordan, you take the stairs all the way down to the lobby and claim exercise. She wrinkles her nose at the idea of trekking a half hour away to a pub closer to yours, but after the first two rounds, she forgets her griping. 

And after four rounds, you forget yourself. You slip up.

Giggling, you sip your gin and tonic, poking at the lime wedge. "The bartender reminds me of the place I went to with John–" 

The way Jordan's face lights up makes you try to backpedal, but it's too late. 

Her voice slurs some, part alcohol and part explosive excitement. "Waitwaitwait. John? Like capital 'J' John? Not my John? What place? When? Whatdoyoumean?!"

Through no small amount of lovable torment, she coaxes the story out. It is heavily redacted despite your inebriation, but now she knows. And she is not known for her tight-lippedness.

"Swear on your mother, you won't breathe a word."

"I swear."

"'Cause I'll tell MacTavish you steal–"

"I swear. Now. What are you going to wear for your date?"

Only then does it hit you: you know nothing about this…'date'. If it's anything like the other places you've accompanied him, it's somewhere beyond your wallet and comprehension.

Jordan might as well sit on your shoulder, the devil. "Message him. Ask. Bet it won't matter by the end of the evening."

"Shut it, I'm not gonna message him."

Yet, on the ride home in the taxi, you do. It takes a few tries, with the drunkenness making everything fuzzy and sluggish.

johnprice - invisible

Hi, what should i wear tomorrow?

It's late. You don't expect a reply. The phone nearly launches out of your hand when he swiftly messages back.

> Something nice. I liked the green dress.

The dress from the Christmas party. He remembered. Clearly, it made an impression, given his current fascination. Before you can respond, he messages again.

> Date go poorly?

> Might want to take this to text, love. Don't want to get chewed out for misuse of company resources.

He sends his personal number like it's nothing. Asks about your 'date' like it's nothing. Infuriatingly confusing man. Still, you save his contact information and switch platforms. You swear it's the gin moving your fingers, the liquid puppeteer.

Only texting because I wouldn't want to get you in trouble sir

And my date was wonderful

Were you possessed by a flirtatious spirit between the bar and cab?

> I wouldn't be the one getting into trouble.

Price is fishing for it. You oblige him.

What if I'm the trouble

It takes two, no, three minutes for him to reply. Worrying your lip, you think you've gone and royally fucked yourself now. Pushed the envelope too far, flew too close to the sun, all the turns of phrase. Then those three dots appear. You've really done it now.

> I know just what to do with you. 

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[rainbowmilk]

Don’t Forget Me II

I was not planning on writing another part, but I couldn’t help myself

Warning: Language (?)

Treech x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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After the mayor finishes his speech, it only takes seconds before Peacekeepers grab you. They rip you and Treech apart, ignoring your shouts of protest. Treech tries to reach for your hand again, but the Peacekeepers yank him back, nearly knocking him over.

The soldiers marched you to the train station towards an old cargo car locked with a heavy padlock. As you stood in front of the train car, you nearly gagged. The stench was overwhelming. The cart smelled rotted and thick with manure. You doubt they’d even bothered to clean it. You desperately didn’t want to get in, but you had no choice.

One of the Peacekeepers took out a set of keys to unlock the train, and the rest started shoving you in. Treech acted quickly, lugging himself in and stretching his arm out to help you up. But it must’ve taken too long because a peacekeeper grabbed you by the back of the neck and tossed you onto the train. You barely managed to catch yourself.

Treech rushed to your side, pulling you up off the ground. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he questioned as he cupped your face, eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine, just tired of being treated like a sack of flour.” You chuckled bitterly while rubbing your neck.

District Seven was one of the last districts to get picked up, so you didn’t have to spend nearly as long on the train as other districts. A thought that filled you with relief when you felt something crawling near your feet. You could vaguely see the outlines of the other tributes. Though none of them made much noise. You could almost believe you were alone.

As the train chugged along, you and Treech shuffled over to an empty corner, trying to get comfortable. He grabs your hand and plays with it gently, his fingers interlocking with yours. Something about the action brings tears to your eyes. You never considered your hands pretty, filled with callouses from hours of demanding work, but by the way, he holds them, they might as well be made of porcelain.

When you first spoke to Treech, you’d quite literally fallen for him. Despite being in the same class, you’d never directly spoken. He was always surrounded by his friends, his laugh filling up the room (not that you were paying attention). You mostly kept to yourself. Honestly, you don’t know what made him approach you that day, but you’re so grateful he did.

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“What are you doing?” a small voice exclaimed up at you.

You jumped at the sudden noise and slipped from the branch you were perched on. You weren’t very high up, but the impact left you gasping for breath.

As you lay on the ground, your vision was blurred, but you could make out a boy peering down at you. His eyes narrowed slightly in concern.

After you regained your bearings, you grumbled, “Well, before you interrupted me, I was drawing.”

“Oh…Sorry,” the boy chuckled awkwardly. He fidgeted slightly before asking, “Can I see your drawing? I’m Treech, by the way. We go to school together…In case you don’t know who I am.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Of course, you knew who Treech was. You lived across from each other and were in the same class. You decided not to mention that, hoping to spare yourself the embarrassment of him not noticing.

“I know who you are, and no, you can’t see,” you respond before climbing back up the tree.

You were going to continue sketching until you noticed he was still standing there looking oddly dejected. A wave of guilt hits you when you realize you may have come off as rude.

“Hey, sorry... I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll show you when I’m done if you want to join me,” you say before patting the branch.

Treech perked up at that, beaming up at you. You decide he looks much nicer when smiling. He climbed up the tree, plopping himself next to you. Neither of you talked after that. You continued to sketch, and he sat with you, swinging his legs back and forth.

Soon enough, it became routine that whenever you went to the tree, he’d be there waiting for you. You started talking at school as well. Slowly, he became a constant presence in your life. Now, years later, you can confidently say he’s your best friend.

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The sound of the whistleblowing snapped you back to the present. You must be arriving at a station. The train screeched as it came to a halt. From the outside, you could hear the chains rattling as they were unlocked. The doors slid open, and the District One tributes were staring back at you. In what felt like seconds, they were hastily thrown into the cart, and the door was locked once again.

The journey to the Capitol couldn’t have taken much longer, but it felt like an eternity in the damp train. Eventually, you heard the familiar whistle, and the train slowed to a stop. The tributes started shuffling, but the minutes passed, and nothing happened. At least another ten minutes must’ve passed before you heard banging against the doorframe. The door was wrenched open, and a peacekeeper shouted, “All right, you lot, let’s move!”

The sudden influx of light was nearly blinding. You had to take a moment to adjust. Treech is one step ahead of you, already jumping down before offering you his arms. You allow him to take you by the waist and swing you down to the pavement.

You were grateful for Treech’s quick reaction as you watched the Peacekeepers get rougher the longer it took the remaining tributes to crawl out. You take a moment to look around under different circumstances, you’d be gawking at the architecture, but that all feels insignificant now. While looking around, you see a boy dressed in red talking to one of the tributes. He looks too clean to be a tribute but too skinny to be a Peacekeeper.

You didn’t get much time to ponder who he was because Peacekeepers began herding you and the rest of the tributes across the station to the main entrance. Where a truck that looked more like a cage on wheels awaited you.

The tribute who is missing part of his arm, tried to make a run for it, but he didn’t even make a few feet before he was dragged back. You hopped onto the cramped van, and Treech immediately guided you into one of the last open seats before positioning himself next to you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of red jump moments before the doors closed. To your surprise, it was the boy from the train station. A thick tension settled over the truck as you all stared him down. He hunched over, realizing his precarious situation. You turned your head to meet Treech’s eyes. Both of you amused at the boy's obvious discomfort.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” said the boy from District 11 Reaper, if you remember correctly. How ironic, you can’t help but think.

You missed what the Capitol boy said, but it must've been something insulting because, in the blink of an eye, Reaper’s hands encircled the boy's throat and slammed him back. Reaper’s forearms pinned the other boy’s body against the bars. Trying to keep himself from being killed, the Capitol boy drove his knee up hard into Reaper’s crotch. You wanted to laugh, but you doubt that would’ve been received well.

He might kill you now.” The girl from District 11 coughed out. “He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven. They never found out who did it.”

“Shut it, Dill,” the boy growled.

“Who cares now?” said the girl fro—Dill.

“Let’s all kill him,” said another voice, “Can’t do nothing worse to us.”

You wouldn’t consider yourself bloodthirsty, but a part of you agreed, besides the Capitol boy brought it on himself. Several other tributes also murmured in agreement and took a step in. The way the boy went rigid with fear almost made you pity him.

Before anyone could do anything, the rainbow girl spoke up. “Not to us, maybe. You got family back home? Someone they could punish there?”

With that, all the anger was sucked out of you, replaced with a gaping hopelessness. The girl then stood up and wriggled through to place herself between all of you and the Capitol boy.

“Besides,” she said, “he’s my mentor. Supposed to help me. I might need him.”

“How come you get a mender?” Snapped a girl with short red hair. Glaring daggers into the Capitol boy. You couldn’t help but agree. Why did she get extra help?

“Mentor. You each get one,” he corrected.

“Where are they, then?” The redhead challenged. “Why didn’t they come?”

“Just not inspired, I guess,” the rainbow girl replied before winking at her mentor.

You turned to Treech again and dramatically rolled your eyes. The small smile that graced his face filled your chest with warmth. Sometimes, you wished he wasn’t so good-looking. You hated that one smile was all it took to make butterflies swarm your stomach.

The conversation lulled, and silence filled the truck as it drove down the winding roads. Suddenly, the truck lurched to a stop, jerking all of you forward. At that moment you were grateful you had nothing in your stomach because you’d surely have thrown it up.

A Peacekeeper came and opened the back door to the truck, but before anyone could climb out, the cage tipped and dumped you onto a slab of cold, damp cement. Not a slab, actually more like a chute, it was tilted at such an extreme angle that all of you began to slide immediately. You all traveled a good twenty feet before landing in a jumbled heap on the floor.

You gingerly untangled from the others before making your way over to Treech. Cringing at the groans from the tributes you accidentally crawled on top of.

You brushed his hair back and readjusted his hat, “Treech,” you whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, don't worry” he responded as he pulled you into his arms. You allow yourself to relax, nuzzling into his shoulder. Trying to calm down from the chaos of the day.

It isn’t until you hear a small giggle that you turn around and see two young girls pointing at the two of you. They watch you through metal bars, gawking. You pull away slightly, feeling oddly self-conscious. Treech seems to notice as well, looking equally uncomfortable.

Confused, you start to scan the area. Metal bars enclose you. To your left, there is a cluster of thin trees, and rocky sand lines the ground. Suddenly a nauseating realization hits you.

They’d put you in a fucking zoo.

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #feedback appreciated #the hunger games #treech x reader #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #reaper ash

[sunshineting]

“Fuck me I’m horny, feed me I’m hungry, he love hood pussy so he fuck me in my bonnet” Warning - Megan thee Stallion

Gojo Satoru x f!reader (black coded (wears a bonnet) but anyone can read ofc)

Word count- 1256

No minors! Minors DNI PLEASE this is SMUT

You’ve been… bratty today, to say the least. You wanted to go on a date today, but noooo you just had to be dating the strongest sorcerer. Gojo had promised a date night tonight then got called to exorcise some stupid fucking curse. You sat in his high rise apartment in your robe and bonnet, playing on your phone until the blue eyed bastard himself called. You reluctantly answered.

“Hey sweet girl. Guess what?”

“What.” You huff.  

“Oooh, is that an attitude I hear?”

“Satoru, love of my life, whatever could be the occasion for you to grace my ears with this phone call?” You ask as sarcastically as possible.

“I finished work early, so I’m on my way home. Aren’t you excited to see me?” He says giddily. The tone of his happy voice makes you want to be a tiny bit nicer to him. Just a tiny bit.

“Can you ask Ijichi to stop somewhere and bring me some food? Seafood preferably.” There’s a little less attitude in your voice this time.

When Satoru returns, he has the goods in hand. You rush over to him with grabby hands aiming at the food bags. He holds the bags above his head and way out of your reach before he says, “Nuh uh, you gotta pay up first.”

You roll your eyes and get on your tippy toes to give the little shit a kiss. Except, the ‘little’ shit in question is a foot taller than you and doesn’t bend down for you to kiss him.

“Ru, come onnnnn. I’m hungry! Gimme your face so I can eat!” You reach up to his head and try to pull him down toward you. Alas, Gojo still doesn’t bend down, prompting you to jump up onto him. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, planting a big fat kiss on his lips. A devious smile spreads on his face. Gojo holds you in place with his empty hand and places the food on the counter with the other.

“This little attitude of yours won’t do. Let’s see if I can fuck some manners into you, yeah?” Satoru taunts. You put your forehead on his, looking at him in his never ending blue eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t have an attitude if we went on our date! I picked out such a nice dress and shoes and jewelry; all for nothing. Plus, I’ve barely eaten all day because I was looking forward to having dinner with you,” you say, your voice getting softer with each word. So, maybe you were a little hangry. It happens. Your boyfriend carries you into his bedroom, hands squeezing your ass through your robe. You start kissing his neck, a feeling of neediness overwhelming you. You wanted him, you needed him inside you; some type of friction, at least. He lays you on your back and unties your robe. Underneath, you wore a silky nightgown. Once you knew he wouldn’t make it in time for the date, you made sure to get as comfy as possible.

To be honest though, Gojo loves seeing you comfortable. Something about your at home attire got his dick hard. Your nightgowns, your robes, your bonnets, hell even your fluffy slippers had him licking his lips. You feel his long fingers stroke along your slit. The thin lace panties did little to conceal your wetness. A breathy moan slips past your lips. You try rocking your hips into his hand to get more. A swift slap on your pussy makes you yelp.

“Behave,” Gojo murmurs. The slap only makes you wetter. You have no choice but to close your eyes and submit to him. His fingers enter you, slipping inside with ease. They curl inside you, slow at first but gaining speed with each repetition. You’re a moaning mess; you feel like you’re close to cumming already. Satoru could feel it, too, but he couldn't let you off that easily. Of course not; he has to pull out of you completely, sucking on his dripping fingers. You hear him mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath after tasting you. He places kisses on your barely covered cunt; the lace thong is soaked and now sucked in between your pussylips. The only thing it covers is your weeping little hole. Gojo is finally being nice when he removes your panties fully and gives you little kitten licks. His tongue licks one long stripe from your asshole to your clit. The tingle feeling makes you swiftly arch your back.

“Fuck, Ru, I wanna cum!” you beg. You swear you feel him smile down there. With that, he grips your thick thighs and digs in. His tongue is exploring every part of you, it feels like he’s French kissing your pussy. He shoves it in your hole, slurping out as much of your cream as he can. With shaky hands, you reach for his soft white hair. You can’t help it, you find yourself tugging his hair to pull him impossibly closer. Satoru shoves his fingers back into you, moving his tongue to your clit.

“Sa-Sato-ru!” you wail, “I’m gonna cum!” Your orgasm crashes over you, legs  shaking, muscles trembling. You want to ride your high and float down, but Gojo is relentless. He’s intent on punishing you for your brattiness. He’s not a hard dom, however, so his version of punishment is overstimulating you until he decides you’ve had enough. Curling his fingers inside you and suckling your clit, your boyfriend is torturing you. You feel another, more violent orgasm rip out of you.

“FUCK! It’s- it’s- it’s too much I can’t,” you babble. Your words begin to fail you as you feel yourself get more and more fucked out. You’re a trembling mess when Gojo decides to give you a short break. He removes his clothes and aligns himself with your over sensitive cunt.

“Just give me one more, baby, and I’ll be done. You’re doing so good for me,” he praises. You give a weak nod and feel his long cock ease in. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes roll back. Satoru groans at the feel of your hot, gushy walls. His pace is quick and deep; he loves seeing how your tits bounce with each thrust. He’s going so deep and it’s hitting that oh so sensitive spot inside you, making you tighten around him.

“You feel so good sucking me in like that. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum soon. You gonna cum with me?”

Your final orgasm of the night hits you like a freight train. Feeling your cunt squeeze him so tight, Gojo has to pull out before accidentally filling you to the brim with his cum. His seed lands all over your nightgown. All your muscles are sore, your whole body feeling limp like a wet paper towel. Eyelids heavy, you remember you still haven’t eaten.

“That food better not be cold, Satoru, or I’m gonna bite you,” you threaten with your last strength. The sweet embrace of sleep is pulling you in, but you’re determined to get some of the expensive food your boyfriend brought.

“I know you will, baby.” Gojo smiles.  

. . .

“Open,” Gojo commands. You’re too sleepy to feed yourself, so he’s feeding you. The two of you sit in his king sized bed with you leaning on him. You open your mouth and a forkful of hot salmon graces your tastebuds. You do a little happy wiggle as you chew.

Gojo chuckles lightly, “You’re so spoiled.”

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #hoejo #boyfriend!gojo #kait's writes

[fruitwaterz]

why jfabe is NOT!!!! boring and lifeless and proving that wrong, an informational thread discussing their relationship and dynamic, because honestly im getting tired of ppl saying their boring

contains s3 spoilers!

The relationship between JFK and abe from Clone High is something alot of people within the community discussed, especially before s3, being talked about more after s2's finale. Many speculated that the two would remain friends or even become more than that.

Now with season 3 out, we have a lot more things to work out with, specifically episode 3. It's something a lot of people are too afraid to admit, but jfabe/abefk would make the show a lot more interesting, rather than its repeatable joanabe plotline.

So, I'm here to talk about the inner workings of this pair, why their so interesting, and why they work out so much, whether platonic or not. If ur not a fan of jfabe/abefk, or heavily dislike the ship, I'd recommend turning away from this post.

Introduction, the who, the when, the why, the how...and their differences n similarities

So, we all know these two characters. JFK the beloved, Abe the hated. Something that many people picked out of the 2020 clone high fandom. But what if i told you that the beloved and the hated were truly meant to be together from the start?

What we already know is that they are the complete opposite of each other in many ways. JFK is meant to be a parody on 90s jocks from highschool movies and tv shows. Abe is the weak nerd who desperately wants to be cool.

JFK is buff and shorter, Abe is tall and lanky. JFK is a douchebag, Abe is the nicer guy. The list goes on and on. And they even have stuff in common, such as the fear of abandonment and the fear of ruining things.

But one difference i can note is that Abe is way more naive than JFK, JFK is portrayed as empty-headed, but not empty-headed enough to not realize whats going on. Of course, despite the differences, both characters make a really good team.

And this was even evident in s2 ep10, aka the finale, where they both realize that they make a great "duo of bros who'll remain friends for the rest of their lives". Jfabe shippers were FEEDING on this shit back then you have no idea

So with this stuff out of the way, it's time to talk about my favorite episode out of season 3.

Bible Humpers: A Much Needed Praycation

This episode revolves around JFK getting tired of having meaningless sex with girls and partying hard, and decides to seek out a new life when he and Abe discovers the prayer pals club, hosted by Lady Godiva. And at first, Abe is happy to see that JFK is taking on new opportunities.

"Where the slut goes, the wing slut follows."

But eventually, JFK starts straying away from Abe and his friendship, to the point of even FORGETTING about the broniversary that Abe had planned for the both of them (he literally baked a giant cake for him, look at me and tell me thats straight cmon now).

Seeing how Abe had already lost Joan and Gandhi, he didn't wanna lose JFK either, and does everything he can to make him happy and thats so clear. And even at the end of the episode, it's revealed that Abe even respected his choice on ultimately choosing celibacy.

He really does care a bunch for JFK, liking him for who he truly was (compared to JFK's other dates) and respecting his choices. And despite choosing celibacy over Abe, the two still remain close, which really tells you how great their bond is.

So something HAS definitely changed throughout the years, from them hating each others guts to potentially becoming clone highs next couple...which didn't happen, and I'm still petty about it i will admit.

But even if they didn't become canon at the end, you could really tell that some people who worked on this episode wanted them to be a thing, and that's a good enough sign for me that they could hopefully become canon in the next season if we ever get one (still petty though).

Let's circle back to season 1 again. I'm not making a jfabe thread without mentioning Litter Kills: Literally, which is another episode that jfabe shippers fed on. In this episode, JFK's close friend Ponce dies, and he's left to grieve over him.

And in this episode, we see a side of JFK that we never saw before. He starts wondering why the hell he's feeling all of these emotions, because he's a Kennedy, and he's not used to them. But Abe helps him realize that emotions like this are normal.

And even if the two hated each other, Abe apologized to him in the end and finally realized his mistakes. It seemed like Abe disliked him, yet he cares about him. Abe never knew what if felt like, because he hasn't lost a friend close to him.

So he starts berating Cleo for comforting JFK and was even aggressive towards JFK as well, believing that he was only doing all of this just to take Cleo away from him. That was all because he NEVER knew what it was like. But he finally understood.

He was sorry, but he felt like he couldn't do much to help because he didn't experience the same thing. So he just hugged JFK and held him...for a really long time.

But that was just enough for JFK, all he needed was comfort, and Abe chose to do that. So even at the episode, he couldn't help but ask JFK if he was alright. And by the next episode, JFK was already feeling better. All it takes is someone to tell you that its gonna be okay.

So what I'm trying to say is despite their own anxieties, flaws, characteristics, whatever, their PERFECT for each other. I don't like how people label them as "boring", when their so much more deeper than that.

Jfabe/AbeFK is one of my comfort ships for this exact reason. Their lore, dynamic and relationship goes beyond that, i don't ship them just because i think their cute, but because their interesting, and it may seem like im going insane over a white boy ship, but i truly, truly, from the bottom of my heart, love this ship to pieces, and hopefully people can see that through me. Thank you, clone high.

#clone high #analysis #clone high season 2 #jfk clone high #clone high 2023 #jfabe #abefk #clone high abe #clone high reboot #clone high season 3 #clone high spoilers #i GUESS the alternate title for this should be “in defense of jfabe/abefk” because some of yall needa hop off of a harmless ship #i hope this converts some of you i managed to do that w some mutuals on twitter #long story short jfabe is just a really underrated ship with interesting lore and potential and i never got why people hated it #so now that ur reading this watch the mr peabody and sherman show if you want another good history show to watch (shameless plug) #im so rabid about this ship someone hold me back. no one gets them like i do (except for like 5 people) #yes im the same guy who wrote that one jfk character essay and the jfabe queerbaiting essay can you tell i like them a normal amount #bai

[dongfuck]

#1 Pink Venom - l.dh

pairing: manipulator playboy!haechan x fem!reader ft. jaemin

genre: smut, angst, fluff

warnings: double cheating, multiple sex scenes (two to be exact; with different people), oral (both receiving), lots of making out, semi public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, switch mcs, dirty talking, alcohol consumption, slight grinding, nipple play, neck sucking, slight boob play, slight manhandling

wc: 10.7k (actually proud of myself)

note: i’m using go era haechan in the first part of this fic. also, there will be a jaemin cut at the end 🤫🤫

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[ 28th May, 2020 ]

You walked through the long hallways of your new university. You didn’t want to move. You never liked moving. But it wasn’t like you had any other choice. Besides, your brother studies here so why the hell not you too? There was only one reason why you light heartedly agreed to move schools and that was simply because you didn’t want to face the lecturers that treated you like garbage. You were getting along well with the people there, the teachers were the only problem. But I mean, at least getting treated like you’re not worth a dime is better than them acting as if you’re invisible, right?

You took note of the way the students there were all so friendly. You could ask a dozen questions and they’d still be delighted to answer them. Walking a little bit further, you saw a shoulder-length haired girl putting some stuff into her locker before shutting it close. She looked about your age so you decided to approach her. “Hello, I’m Lee Y/n. I’m new here. I was wondering if you know the whereabouts of my brother, Lee Jeno?” You managed to form a pretty smile on your lips. “Lee Jeno? You mean the captain of the baseball team, Lee Jeno?” She looked at you with her eyes wide.

“I… think so?” You knitted your brows together as you waited for her answer once again. “Your brother… is Lee Jeno? I-I think— He’s… probably out… somewhere… I have to go. Sorry.” and with that she ran past you in full speed. Hm. Maybe you should take back what you said about them being ‘friendly’. Just as you were about to walk away, there was a light tap on your shoulder which you turned around to. “Hello! I’m Romi. I heard you’re looking for Jeno? Come with me.” She gestured you to follow her and you complied.

It wasn’t long before you were once again outside of the building, eyes still searching for your brother. “He’s in that building. You can find him between lockers. He’s always there.” Romi plays with her fingers while you stare at her gratefully. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you around?” You lifted your brows so you could seem a tad bit nicer. “Of course.” Then she walked away just like that. Leaving you lost and alone.

Just a few more steps and you’d reach the one-storey building that your brother might be in. Nervousness got the best of you when you stood right in front of the big black door. Why the hell was your heart beating so fast? Picking up the slightest courage, you raised your hand to knock on the door before opening it with the tiniest gap that could possibly only fit one woman. Once you were fully in, you took a look around and noticed that you weren’t just in any room, you were in fact in the school’s baseball team’s locker room. There honestly should’ve been a big neon sign that wrote [ Coyotes Locker Room ] over the door.

Pushing your thoughts away, you walked around the space and looked for your twin brother. Just then, a boy with brown hair and prominent cheekbones came up to you. “This area is off-limits.” he furrowed his brows at you. “I’m just looking for my brother.” You smiled awkwardly at him trying not to stare at his perfectly toned abs that were displaying in all its glory in front of you. “Who? Doyoung?” the boy guessed. The curiosity never once leaving his mind. “No, Jeno. Someone said he’s somewhere around here?” you pretended to search for him by swinging your head side to side and looking behind the boy. “Oh, Jeno. He’s showering. You can sit down while waiting. I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” you simply replied with a nod before sitting on the wooden bench next to you hesitantly. The previous boy spared you a side-eyed glance and proceeded to go back to whatever he was doing when you thought to yourself…

Who the fuck takes a shower in a locker room at eight in the morning?

“Y/n?” you turned around to a familiar voice calling out for you. “Jeno.” you walked up to him carefully without sparing a glance at his body. He was your brother after all. “What’re you doing here?” Jeno asked after giving you the warmest hug you haven’t had in so long. “Figured I should see my younger brother before anything.” you smiled at him sweetly as your hands were still on his waist. “I’m older.” he tried to fight back with a frown carved cutely on his face as well as a pair of crossed arms. “I came out first.” you insisted. “No, I did.”

“Jeno’s got a girl?” There was a sound of a voice from behind you followed by a low laugh which you turned to look at. The boy that stood was none of which you recognise; which is understandable considering you were new. “She’s my sister.” Jeno still had the frown on his face and you tried your best to console him by rubbing at his damp back. “Your sister I see… She’s quite… Pleasing to the eye.” the boy eyed you up and down pervertedly and to be completely honest, you felt a little uncomfortable by the spontaneous act. “I’m Haechan. Or, you can call me Donghyuck if you’d like.” Haechan smirked at you. But it wasn’t any kind of smirk. It was a nice smirk. The one that someone gives another when they’re in love. I guess you can call it love at first sight? Or maybe one-sided love?

“I’m guessing Haechan’s your middle name?” you gripped the flesh of Jeno’s waist tighter in your palms as a hiss left his parted lips. Haechan managed to let out a small throaty giggle at your respond. He genuinely found it adorable. “No, pretty. Nick — name.” he corrected you. “It’s a cute one. Your nickname. I’m Y/n.” you flashed him a small smile of yours before letting go of Jeno and fully face the other boy in the room. Have I mentioned that you found Haechan to be absolutely beautiful. He was perfect in every kind of way. His facial structures complimented his features daringly and his moles that littered his face were so divinely defined.

“Nice to meet you.”

[ 4th June, 2020 ]

You’ve never. Never; skipped classes before. At least not with a guy that you just met roughly a week ago. “Oh come on! It’ll be a great idea! Just imagine the things we could do with all that free time.” he had said. You will admit, he is good at making you believe there is good in every wrongdoing but right now, when you are forced against your will to play fucking laser tag with multiple children that are no more than 13 years old, you wished you could turn back time. All he has made you do for the past three hours was babysit children while he was out playing.

Laser tag is cool. Sometimes. But not in the situation you were in. Maybe it was because you kept dying? I mean, these kids are good, man. Once again, you sat on the bench that was placed outside of the centre as you waited for Haechan to come. “There you are. Did you lose again?” he mocked before giving you his hand to reach for. “Shut up.” you said before following him to wherever he wanted to take you. He finally led the two of you in front of Baskin Robbins. You’re favourite ice cream brand. “You like ice cream?”

“More than I like you.” you had an excited smile plastered on your lips as you left Haechan there and went to take a look at the flavours they had. Cotton candy had always been your favourite flavour but much to your dismay, they ran out of the flavour; so you picked your second favourite flavour: mint chocolate. After Haechan payed for the ice cream — which he insisted — the both of you took a seat at one of the tables in the store. “You didn’t get any?” you questioned the boy in front of you as a big scoop of ice cream entered your mouth. “I’m full just by watching you eat.” he smiled teasingly. “Haha. Funny. Go pick a flavour. I’ll pay this time.” another scoop.

Haechan, who was previously leaning on his palm began to shift until he was sat with his arms crossed. “No thank you.” he cleared his throat. “Why not? You prefer Magnum? Häagen-Dazs?” you teased unintentionally as Haechan snorted in response. “No, I just don’t like ice cream. Not a fan.” he said before taking a long sip of his espresso. Not sure where he got that from but there it is. “You’re weird, Donghyuck.” you and him both were a bit surprised to hear his real name leave your mouth. People rarely call him that but I mean hey, he did tell you beforehand that you’re allowed to call him that so there’s nothing to worry about.

“You— That’s—” Haechan cleared his throat audibly before straightening his posture and watching you eat. “How’s the ice cream?” he lifted his gaze from the ice cream to meet your eyes as he awaited your answer. “The best. Thank you, Haechan.” yeah you definitely learned your lesson after that. “You’re welcome.” he smiled softly. You tried your best to focus on the dessert in front of you but it’s so difficult when you have a whole angel staring at you from across the table. “Quit staring. Just— finish your drink or something…” your voice went and octave lower when you spotted a teasing smirk carved on his lips.

“I don’t think I can though. You’re too pretty to look away from.” Oh God. how you hoped you could’ve stopped yourself from throwing up all over the table. Luckily you didn’t though. Don’t know what you’d do if you actually threw up in the store in front of everyone. “Have I told you how sweet this ice cream is?” you tried to change the topic. “I’m sweeter.” there it is; the old Haechan. “Oh my God, Haechan! I just thought of a brilliant question that could leave a crowd speechless once I reveal the answer.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Have you been smacked across in front of tens of people in an ice cream store before?” you fed yourself another scoop of your mint chocolate ice cream and looked at him with innocent eyes. “Pfft, no. I’m not that much of a jerk, you know. Why?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you curiously. “Because you’re about to if you don’t shut the fuck up. I’m done. Let’s go.” you raised from your seat and pulled Haechan’s hand before leading the both of you out of the store. He didn’t forget his espresso though.

You took a few minutes to yourself to think about where to go until you finally thought of one. Chanel. You gestured Haechan to follow you before you made your way to the said store. “Chanel? What’re we doing here?” he asked when you’d arrived in front of the store. “Just follow me.” you marched into the place as you looked around at the perfume and cologne section. A finger was lifted to your chin whilst you pondered on which scent to choose. “I think this one suits you.” Haechan brought a sample perfume to you for you to smell. Lowering your face until it reached right under your nose, you took a whiff of the smell before you shut your eyes at the scent.

It felt like you were smelling right from the flowers in Heaven. It smelt absolutely angelic. Don’t know how that smells like though. “It’s smells lovely, Haechan. But I’m not here for me.” you flashed him another smile and turned to the colognes once again. Finally, you found the perfect cologne to gift your special someone as their birthday gift. “Hey, Haechan?” you called for him, still eyeing the cologne in your hands. “Yes?” immediately, he walked towards you with curiosity littering his mind. “Does this smell good to you?” you asked, showing the sample to him.

Just like you did, he took a sniff and instantly fell in love with it. “The best one yet.”

“Wonderful. I’ll go pay.”

“Okay? I’ll wait outside.”

[ 30th June, 2020 ]

You were laughing at a joke your brother made (he can be funny sometimes okay) when you spotted Haechan leaning against a tree… with a girl? At first you didn’t think much of it since there’s nothing wrong with a guy having a conversation with a girl. But what left your mind an unsettling feeling was when they started making out right as you were about to think positively of them. Jeno, who had been by your side the whole time turned to look at you with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?” he asked. When you didn’t answer him, he moved his gaze to where you were staring and then it hit him. You were jealous.

Huffing a breath of disbelief, you turned back to watch a group of friends playing rock paper scissors by the lake. You and Haechan had nothing. So why’re you feeling like you just got played? You had no right to be mad at him and you knew that. But more often than not, it just hurts so bad. Maybe he should’ve told you beforehand that he had a girlfriend? That way you wouldn’t have had your hopes up. “Let’s sit down.” Jeno pulled you by the hand to a nearby wooden bench before inviting you to sit on it next to him.

“Do you like him?” the question that you’d always asked yourself. “I don’t know. Probably not.” you were playing with your fingers by now. Afraid of what he’d say if you’d said you do like him. “You do.” he smiled a little before placing both of his arms behind him and leaning back a little. “You shouldn’t though.” he looked at the lake in front of you. “Why not?” who was he to stop you from liking who you like? “He toys with people, Y/n. He plays with people until they’re all crazy for him and then lets them go and treats them like they’ve never had anything to do with each other. I know this because he’s my friend and I don’t want you becoming one of his victims.” Jeno looked at you dead in the eye as he said that. You knew you’re brother was worried for you but you didn’t believe a word he said. The Haechan you knew didn’t sound anything like what he described.

“If all of what you said was really true, Jeno; tell me, why are you still friends with him?” you squinted your eyes subtly and awaited his answer. “Because, my lovely sister, he’s a fun guy to hang around with. He’s just not the best guy to date.” Jeno said. And this time, you believe him. Haechan is fun but you don’t think any relationship of his would last long. No offence, Haechan. “Maybe you’re right.” your voice was a hushed whisper as you kicked on the pebbles littering the ground. “Hey. I’m just advising you to rethink your feelings towards him. I just don’t think he’s the one for you. Besides, there’re way more guys that are willing to drop down on their knees just to date you. Like— Like this guy here!” Jeno snatched a random guy who was playing frisbee and showed him to you with a smile.

Laughing audibly, you slapped Jeno’s left arm and addressed the confused boy. “You’re scaring him!” you laughed again before you saw the way your brother apologised to him and let the poor boy go. “Mum said she’s cooking fish for dinner tonight.” he averted the topic. “My favourite.”

The next day, you received an invitation for Lee Ji Ah’s birthday party. You can already tell she’s the it girl of the semester. But she’s nice. And you like her. So you simply thanked the boy who passed you the card. But that move was kinda outdated. I mean, who uses paper nowadays? Shoving the invitation into your right pocket, you wondered if you should inform Haechan about this since you’re allowed to bring a plus one with you. You might think that Ji Ah is inviting everyone but she and Haechan do not go together. They loathe each other. Even you are afraid of the outcome whenever they cross paths.

Pondering over the thought, you suddenly bumped into a girl that caused your phone to fall screen first right on the cement floor. “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” the girl picked up your phone from the floor and inspected it for any cracks; luckily there were none. “It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention either.” you took your phone from her hands and wiped the screen with the hem of your knitted sweater before shoving it back into your left pocket. “Hey, wait— You’re the sister of Lee Jeno, right?” she had her eyes slightly wider than before as she scanned your face.

“Uh… Yeah. And you are…?”

“Oh don’t tell me you forgot me already! It’s me, Romi! The girl who brought you to your brother?” you saw the way her eyes flashed a glint of hope when you tried remembering where you’d seen her from. “Right! I remember you! The one with the black mini skirt right?” you questioned, earning a nod from Romi. “Do you have classes? If you don’t, we can go grab a coffee or something.” she threw a hopeful smile your way. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have Economy in about five.”

“That’s okay, then. I’ll see you next time.”

[ 14th July, 2020 ]

Drunk at a party is not uncommon for you but drunk and horny? Now that’s something you’ve never felt before. Speaking truths only. Honestly, you almost barely attend any parties or go to any clubs so this was like once in a blue moon situation for you. You tumbled around the spacious floor which caused you to bump into a few people. Not that they cared though. They were just as intoxicated as you were. Finally able to balance yourself, you spotted an incredibly sexually attractive man sitting on one of the couches. He was just your type.

He was wearing a black leather jacket paired with some ripped black jeans and a white tee. He had a red cup in his hold and you assumed it was one of the alcoholic drinks served for all of the guests. Slowly, you walked over to the said boy and sat across from him on the glass table. “You look nice. What’re you doing all alone?” this might sound like the start of an abduction story but don’t worry. No one’s getting abducted or kidnapped here. “Waiting for a girl like you to come save me from this loneliness.” you laughed seductively at that. Though, he did sound a little familiar to you. “You’re funny.” you said truthfully. Before that, you heard a faint “Wait— Y/n?” coming from the boy in front of you but paid no mind to it.

“And you’re drunk. Come on, let’s get you some water.” the boy then pulled you by your hand to the kitchen as you trailed behind him. “Hey! Let go of me!” you tried wiggling your wrist out of his hold but it was to no avail. Once again, you attempted on pulling your hand away from him and luckily this time, it worked. “Listen here, hot stuff. You may be cute, but you have no right whatsoever on me. So don’t go taking me wherever.” you crossed your arms in protest. “Y/n—” before he even got to finish his sentence, you took the chance and scoffed at him. “You even know my name? What kind of sicko are you? I just wanted a fuck and what I get in return is this? For God’s sake, I don’t even wanna fuck anymore.” you turned your heels and was about to leave when once again, your hand was pulled towards the person.

“I can’t and won’t fuck you, Lee Y/n.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m you’re fucking brother.”

You widened your eyes at his response and tried your best to clear your blurred eyes but he still looked nothing like your brother. “Are you sure you’re my brother?” you squinted your eyes at him suspiciously. “I wish I wasn’t.” he rolled his eyes at you. You still didn’t believe he was your brother though. “You’re lying.” you frowned deeply. “Why do you say so?” the boy furrowed his brows visibly and to you, it did kinda look like Jeno whenever he’s confused. “Because I don’t have a brother.” right as you said that, another voice spoke from behind you. “Bullshit. He’s your brother, Y/n. Stop spitting out shit.” that voice felt so utterly familiar to you but you just couldn’t pinpoint where you heard it.

“Jeez, calm down Haechan. Why are you acting so shitty today?” Jeno punched Haechan’s chest playfully but unfortunately, he took it to heart. “Don’t touch me.” although you couldn’t see well, you could still see the way Haechan glared at your brother and how he raised his arms up in defeat. “Sorry.” Jeno muttered lowly. “Haechan?” you called out for him. You’re not sure why but all of a sudden you just felt like you wanna run out of the house and break down right in the garden. The both of you haven’t spoken in weeks and it was all because of the incident a while ago. You know you shouldn’t have took it personally but it just hit something in you that you personally have no idea how to control.

You heard the mentioned boy clear his throat before speaking again. “Hello, Y/n.” he played with his fingers behind the kitchen island. As you were about to speak again, there was a sudden pang in your head and you felt dizzy all of sudden. “Fuck! My head…” you gripped your head in your hands and attempted to ease the pain. The effects of drinking too much I’m telling you. “Get her water or something!” you assumed it was Haechan who was yelling at the other. Out of the blue, there was a hand lifting your head up gently whilst brushing your face before a glass of water was handed to you.

“Thank you…” you thanked your brother and chugged down the water in one gulp before steadying your breath. “Feel better?” you simply nod as a response. “Good. Can we talk?” Haechan asked and before you even got the chance to reply, you were pulled away once again but this time to an empty corridor. “You alright?” he questioned as you leaned yourself against the pale walls illuminated by coloured lights. You simply hummed in response and played with his red jacket. “Then why were you ignoring me?” his voice was soft when he spoke to you. “Maybe you’d know the answer.” you were still slightly drunk at the moment. “I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“You hold your liquor really well. You reek of alcohol but you seem sober, teddy.”

“What— Teddy?? Just— Stop trying to change the topic.” Haechan snatched your hand away from his jacket roughly before pinning it to the wall behind you by your waist. “What happened?” his face was inches from yours now. “I’ll tell you what happened. I saw you the other day sucking a girl’s face off and I know I shouldn’t feel anything but I can’t help but feel so betrayed. There’s nothing between us and I know that but it’s not wrong to feel a certain feeling when you witness something you wished you could unsee right? Right now, If I could describe you in one word, it would be traitor.” you ranted in front of him.

“Y/n, are you… jealous?” he asked with no shame whatsoever. You rolled your eyes heavily in response. How dense could he be to still ask that unnecessary question? “Are you that dull-witted? Of course I’m jealous! Oh how I wished I was in her place at that time.” if you were sober at this exact moment, you were a hundred percent sure you would never even think about saying that. “Do you like me?” stupid I’m telling you. This man is stupid. “Of course I like you, shithead! I like you more than anything right now!” just then, a pair of soft lips crashed onto yours in the utmost gentleness that you were almost too afraid to move. “Kiss me back please.” at that, you blinked your eyes rapidly and finally, kissed him back.

Your lips moved in sync and you were happy to live this moment and you weren’t thinking of anything except him right now. There was a hand sneaking under your top before you felt it massaging your skin. “Haechan…” you moaned out in pleasure when he moved his face lower until he was sucking on the skin of your neck. “People can watch…” you warned him by gripping a handful of his orange hair in your hand. “Let them watch.” hearing that, another groan left your throat at the thrill.

The hand that was previously on your skin was now busy trying to remove your shorts. You were now left half naked in the middle of a hallway where anyone can walk in on you too. But hey, it’s a party. People fuck everywhere. While you were in a trance, Haechan saw the opportunity and took it to slip two of his fingers between your folds before starting to move them along your heat. “Fuck—!” the shock woke you up and you were now more awake than anything. Haechan played with your clit a little longer then without a warning, he moved lower and entered the same two fingers into your dripping hole. A smirk carved into his face when he heard your loud moans. A sign of victory.

He began moving them in and out of you as he focused on your expressions like you were his favourite movie. He was trying his absolute best to search for what you react to most to be used for future purposes cause he was sure this isn’t going to be the last time this is going to occur. “Bloody hell, Haechan…” you were shivering at this point and you were grateful there was Haechan to help hold you if you fell. He took your own right hand and pondered between letting you suck his fingers or yours before deciding to go with the latter and so he took two of your fingers and stuffed them into your mouth; forcing you to suck on them.

“Suck.” he pushed them a little deeper into your throat, choking you a little. Doing what he told, you began moving your tongue lewdly on your fingers and sucking on them. You noticed saliva dripping down from your lips to the floor but that was the least of your worries right now. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tapped Haechan’s shoulder as a warning as he smiled sinisterly. “Go ahead.” getting the green light from the boy across from you, you released yourself with an inaudible moan along with a string of curses following right after. “That’s it. That’s just the first one. We have more to go. We’re going to my place. Let’s go.” he was about to pull you again but this time, you were glued to the ground.

“Give me a minute. I haven’t got any pants on.” you frowned at him deeply. You heard him laugh a little before crossing his arms and waiting for you. “Okay, okay.” after dressing and cleaning yourself up a little, you walked a little past Haechan and said, “Now we can go.” as he trailed right behind you.

The ride to his place was quiet but it was a comfortable type of silence. Except for the fact that you both were still completely needy and that the air in the car was super hot. “Hey, Y/n?” Haechan called out for you from beside you. “Yes?” you were still looking out the window and into the night sky when you answered. “You’re not gonna regret this in the morning, right?” after that question, the air suddenly wasn’t only hot, but it was now thick and heavy. You weren’t sure what to answer but right now, you were sure that this is what you want. “No.”

Right then, you saw his car pull up in front of a two storey house that he probably shares with his friends. “We’re here.” he turned off the engine and left the car just to walk over to your side and invite you out with him. He opened the door gently and placed his hand in front of you for you to take, which you did. “I live with a few other people, but their all not at home right now. Everyone’s at the party so we basically have the house to ourselves.” Haechan looked at you with a glint in his eyes but you weren’t sure what that meant. Was it excitement? Hope? Or was it simply just amusement? “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

You walked into the house like it was your own and you were struck with amazement at the cleanliness and furniture. It didn’t look like boys were the ones living here cause it was so neat and clean that you were afraid of messing up the place. “My room’s upstairs.” he lead you to his room and you followed right behind whilst admiring the interior of the house. Once you were fully in his room, you were once again amazed at the sight. There was a vinyl player a the corner of his room alongside what looks like an Ikea trolley that was stacked with old CDs by artists like Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, Elvis Presley, and more.

You turned your head to the left side of his room and his queen sized bed was placed in between frames of certificates, achievements, and posters hung up on a brick-coloured vintage wall. You guessed that Michael Jackson was his favourite singer just by the hung up framed posters on his wall. You walked over to the wall and took a good look at one of his certificates which wrote ‘Best Baseball Player of 2019’ it was the school’s certificate. You saw one of these in your brother’s room as well except Jeno’s was in the year 2018.

“You can take a look a my whole wall later. I just really need you right now.” you turned your head slightly just to see Haechan desperately clutching his evident boner in his hands. “Alright, alright, come ‘ere.” you sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to you. He rushed his way next to you and looked at you with needy eyes. He smelt just like the cologne you bought him. “Should we start?”

“Definitely.”

[ 3rd September, 2020 ]

It has been approximately 3 weeks since you and Haechan started dating. It was a bit new to you considering the previous guys you have dated were the ones you had known for quite a while. Haechan here, you’ve known for only a few months. But I mean, if God allows an I right? You were in Haechan’s room to try out the clothes you had just bought with him earlier. Why are you here exactly? Well, the answer is as simple as he basically invited you over to cuddle. Elvis’s ‘Always On My Mind’ can be heard softly playing in the background as you started taking out your new clothes.

You took off the clothes you were wearing before putting on the first dress you bought and looking at yourself in front of the tall mirror. “Now that I look at it, maybe the green one fits me better.” you pouted to yourself unintentionally. “Why is that?” Haechan lifted his head up from his phone and eyed you up and down before continuing. “You look good though.” he complimented. “Yellow makes me look fat.” you lifted the hem of the sundress and moving your body side to side once. “What are you talking about? You look nice! Stop overthinking.”

You sighed to yourself, still unconvinced by your boyfriend’s honesty but went along with it. Once again, you took off the piece from your body before putting on another one. This time, it was a shirt. “Hm… What do you think about this one?” you turned away from the mirror to show him your look and you noticed the way his lips formed a small smile after admiring you. “Where’re your pants?” he bit his lower lip playfully. “I asked for your opinion!” you huffed a breath of annoyance before turning back to the mirror. “Besides, the shirt’s too big for you to see anything anyways. Should’ve known that their free size is way too big. This was not meant to be an oversized tee.” you groaned from your carelessness. You didn’t even think of trying it out before buying it since it was free sized. So it doesn’t matter if you try it or not, that’s still the size you’re gonna get.

“Chill, baby. You like it big don’t you?”

Silence.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you looked at him through the mirror in front of you with an eyebrow lifted playfully. “No— Not that big. Like— Like size big y’know?” Haechan scratched his nape nervously before you let out a small laugh. “Stop joking around!” you laughed again mid-sentence. “I was being serious! But in all honesty, you look perfect. Anything you wear looks good on you. So don’t think too much about it. You can even wear a trash bag and you’d still slay.”

Again, you turned to him but this time you began walking towards him. Have I told you that he was an extreme sweet talker? “You can be sweet sometimes you know.” you sat on top his lap that was seated on the bed as your hands instinctively went over his shoulders as he held your waist. “I’m sweet all the time, love.” he placed a peck to your red lips and smiled immediately afterwards. Which you smiled back to. Sighing heavily, Haechan laid his head on top of your shoulder and gripped your waist tighter before muttering out the words, “I’m sooo tired, Y/n.” hearing that, your right hand instantly reached over to his head before patting it softly; unintentionally playing with his soft hair in the process.

“I think it’s time for you to have a little bit of rest, Hyuck.” you felt him smile at the nickname. He found it cute that you were once and for all calling him by the name that he wanted to be called by you for so long. Hyuck. It sounded like music to his ears when he heard it left your mouth. He felt like he could never get enough of hearing you call him that. “Say it again.” he voiced out. “What? I think you need to rest?” he chuckled softly at that. “No, silly. The name you just called me.” he began stroking your back gently. “Oh. Hyuck?” there was a groan in response and you knew he liked it. “I think I need to leave. You have to sleep, Hyuck.” you were practically abusing the nickname by now.

“What? No… Stay here with me.” he lifted his head up from the crook of your neck to meet your eyes. “If I stay here, you’re not getting any rest. So, it’s best if I leave.” you lifted both of your legs away from his but as you were about to step off of the bed, a hand stopped you. “Please?” he gave you his signature puppy eyes along with a forced pout that you just couldn’t help but coo at the sight. “F-Fine… I’ll stay.” sighing for the umpteenth time that evening, you laid on the bed beside him and stared at the white ceiling. “Hyuck?” you heard him hum in response. “How many girls have you dated before?” you knew he was hesitant to answer but you were happy that he did anyway.

“Quite a bit, actually. But don’t worry, you’re the only one I’ve got my eyes on.” at the moment. “Sure.” you chuckled lowly. “Hey— You’re supposed to be sleeping!” you turned your head to him and was greeted with a pair of brown eyes staring back at you. “I’ll sleep. When you do.” rolling your eyes, you absent-mindedly agreed and just a few minutes later, both of you were a snoring mess.

You had unfortunately woken up in the middle of your slumber. Groaning softly, you turned your head to grab on your phone before checking the time on it. [ 02.32 ] it read. Shutting your eyes shut, you threw your phone back to where you picked it up and tried to sleep again. But you couldn’t. Not when Haechan’s phone has been blowing up with notifications and calls for the past 3 minutes. When his phone rang once again, you decided that this was going to be the last. Who the fuck is calling him at fucking 2 am?

You reached over to his side of the bedside table before picking up his phone soundlessly. Laying back in your place, you switched on his phone and saw tens of missed calls and texts from… Seol Ri? At first you didn’t think much of it but when you looked at the messages she sent, you felt like you wanted to throw his phone across the room.

: Baby why’d you leave so early?

: You left me all alone :(

: You promised me we would have the whole day to ourselves.

You were furious when you read those messages. It has only been three weeks since you dated and he’s already seeing someone else? Is he that bored of you already? You suddenly remembered that right after Haechan had invited you to his home, he immediately told you he had an emergency and had to leave. You simply nodded in understanding but what you didn’t expect was he left you for the sole reason of seeing her. You couldn’t believe him. You should’ve listened to Jeno when he warned you about him before.

You decided mentally that you were going to keep quiet about this and hoped that he’s going to come clean himself. You wished that this was all just a misunderstanding and your doubts were going to be proven wrong. But for now, you can only see him as a cheater. To be frank, you’re not that surprised to see him cheating on you first hand but you are terribly disappointed at him for taking you for granted and thinking that you’re dumb enough to not catch up on his dirty acts. Sighing in discontentment, you turned to your right and attempted on falling asleep once again. Which you thankfully achieved.

In a few years time, you will learn to realise that you were never enough for him and there’s always something about you that he didn’t like but for now, all you wanted was to rest your thoughts and ease your mind with a good night’s sleep.

[ 12th November, 2020 ]

Maybe this isn’t the first nor second nor third time you’ve seen him like this. Stuffed in another girl’s face. But this time, you’ve grown accustomed to it. You didn’t know why but you just couldn’t bring yourself to confront him about it. Perhaps you were afraid of losing him? “Y/n, are you seeing this?!” Romi, your best friend raised her voice. But it wasn’t loud enough for the mentioned couple to hear. “Yeah. What about it?” you continued your way to the lecture hall without sparing them a glance. “He was sucking off that girl’s face right in front of you! And you’re not going to do anything?!” she stopped you dead in your tracks by stepping in front of you.

“He’s been doing that the whole time we were dating, Mi. I couldn’t care less.” you walked past her after giving her a little shrug. “But you should at least confront him, right? Make him regret his mistakes?” she tried catching up with you by jogging up to you. “I will. Soon. So don’t worry.” just as you entered the lecture hall, you picked your normal spot and sat on it before waiting for the lecturer to enter. Not long later there was a presence seated next to you and out of curiosity, you turned to look at whoever that sat there and behold, it was the one and only, Zhong Chenle.

Noticing that you were staring at him, Chenle faced you in an instant before there was a grin appearing on his face. “Hello, Y/n.” he said with a smile. “I missed you! How’s your father’s business going? Everything fine now?” you too, smiled back after giving him a tight hug. You didn’t want to seem nosy but you were just genuinely curious. Besides, Chenle tells you everything. And you tell him everything too. “I knew you would. And yeah, everything’s going smoothly now, thankfully.” your smile went bigger at that. You knew he could fix anything. “That’s good to hear. Did you buy anything for me while you were there?” you nudged at his shoulder playfully.

“Oh, darn! I forgot all about you! So sorry, Y/n.” you saw the way he tried to hide the smile that was forming on his face so you decided to call him out for it. “Liar! I’m sure I was all you thought about in the past month—” before you finished your sentence, another voice intruded your conversation from where Chenle was sitting. “Looks like someone’s having fun.” you looked up to the voice and there he was. Lee Donghyuck in all his glory. “Move.” he patted Chenle’s shoulder and you heard him mutter a few curses that were directed to your boyfriend but he did comply and moved to the seat next to Haechan.

“What were you two talking about?” he looked between you and Chenle repeatedly. “None of your concern.” Chenle said audibly but the other boy didn’t seem to think too much about it. “I haven’t seen you all day. Where were you?” Haechan spun his head towards you with soft eyes as he asked. “Well we saw you.” Romi uttered under breath which resulted in you slapping her shoulder gently. Luckily he wasn’t paying enough attention to hear her distress. “I was uh… I was at the cafeteria the whole time.” you laughed nervously. “I see.” just as he said that, you lecturer entered the hall before apologising for being late. Says there was an emergency.

The lecture lasted for about four hours and by then you were literally drained. You fell asleep for the most part but still. “We should get some coffee!” Romi suggested. “Great idea. You in?” Chenle asked you. “Sure.” you simply shrugged at the thought and continued your way to the café next to your uni. “Hey— I didn’t agree to this.” Haechan said from next to you as you all stopped midway. “Then you don’t have to come. Let’s go, Y/n.” Romi spoke once again and pulled you out of the place. “Don’t forget me!”

When Haechan was serious about not following the three of you, you felt slightly… hurt. I mean, even if he’s seeing someone else, why can’t he at least be thoughtful for once and eat with you as your boyfriend? The both of you barely go out on dates anymore and you wished you could go back to the times where you guys were madly in love with one another. “What do you want to get, Y/n?” Chenle questioned you the moment you stepped into the shop. “Umm… Just an iced espresso for me.” you threw him a tiny smile. “Okay. I’ll order for us while you go find a place to sit.” you simply nodded in response and looked around the shop before making your way towards an empty table by the window.

On your way there, you heard a faint “What about me?” followed by a “You can order yourself.” coming from Romi and Chenle which caused you to chuckle to yourself softly. As you waited for the two to to come, there was a sudden ring of your phone which you reached out to. It was Jeno. “Hello?” you spoke into the phone. “Y/n, where are you?” he spoke with so much desperateness. “The café next to school. Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked out the window. “Nothing that urgent. Just… can you come to the baseball team’s locker room now?” Chenle and Romi was now seen walking towards your table with three drinks in their hands. “But I—”

“Please?” you doubted for a second but he is your brother after all, so you have no choice but to agree. “Fine…” hanging up on him, you stood up from your seat just as the other two sat down. “Where are you going?” Chenle asked with a sip of his latte. “Jeno called. He said he wanted to see me at their locker room. Please don’t wait for me.” after hearing their answer, you made your way to the said destination before knocking audibly on the big doors and making your way into the place. “Y/n! Finally.” Jeno sighed in relief when he saw you. “What do you want me for?” your stare was cold when you spoke to him.

“Okay so… Mum just called and she told me to tell you that you just got an offer to study at MIT. How cool is that? So… what’d you say?” Jeno looked at you with hopeful eyes. “MIT? But that’s in Massachusetts, right?” you asked for confirmation. “Yup! And it’s one of the best universities in the world. Please tell me you’re going.” you looked to the ground as your mind filled with thoughts and questions. “But that’s soo far away… I don’t want to leave people that I love here…” you bit your lower lip gently. You were over the moon when you heard that you received an offer to study there but Massachusetts is too far for you and you don’t think you’re going to accept the offer. “Y/n, Y/n, think about it. This is for your future. You can reach so far with this.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“How ‘bout this. You take as long as you need to think about it and when you have an answer, tell that to Mum and we’ll see where this takes you. Alright?” at that, you nodded as a reply and let out a breath filled with dilemma. This was going to be a hard decision. “Y/n? I thought you were with Chenle?” it was the all too familiar voice that called out for you. You looked up from the floor and met his eyes staring back at you expectantly. “Huh? Oh right, uhh Jeno called and I couldn’t say no.” you laughed nervously. “Leave, Donghyuck. I want to have this sister-brother bonding time.” Jeno shooed your boyfriend away. “Jeez, fine.”

“See you tonight, Y/n.”

“Bye.”

The moment Haechan left through the door, Jeno spoke again. “Why are you still with him?” he turned serious all of a sudden and you simply rolled your eyes at him. “I love him.” you lied. You didn’t love him. Not truly at least. “I know you know what he’s been doing and I don’t want to see you hurt in the end.” I’m already hurt. You almost said that to him but you stopped yourself before you could. “I’m doing fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” you heard him sighing in discontent before patting the spot next to him on the bench. Wait— when was he sitting?

You took the seat next to him and played with your fingers. “You know you can tell me anything. I’m your trusted brother.” he patted himself on the chest earning a laugh from you. “I can’t let him go just yet. It’s hard.” you told him. Truthfully. “Then you should at least confront him.” you’ve heard that thousands of times from various people but you’ve never listened. You know what you have to do. Now’s just not the time. “I know, I know. I just need to find the right time to do it.” you met his pitiful eyes and smiled sweetly at him. Jeno has always been the best brother. He was always there when you needed him despite your differences; he always found a way to cheer you up. Though, sometimes, you felt like you were burdening him with all your problems even though he showed no signs of being annoyed with you.

“Jeno… have you ever wished I wasn’t your sister?” oh no. Is this going to turn into a sob story? “All the time.” he smirked to himself. When he noticed your lack of response, he turned towards you once again and realised you were being serious. “Of course not! Why would you even ask that.” Jeno nudged your shoulder with his. A few minutes of silence past when he opened his mouth again. “Look. You’re the only sibling I have and I would do anything for you. Even if it takes hurting my own best friend.” he assured. “That’s not nice, Lee Jeno!” you laughed with him in amusement. “I’m just saying, I care for you a lot, so remember that.” he rubbed circles around your back before patting it softly.

“Awwwhh this is so cute!” the both of you turned to the voice right when there was a sound of a camera click. “Jaemin! You scared the shit out of me!” Jeno snarled at the said boy. “Sorry, sorry.” he chuckled. “You want the picture?” he added.

“Yeah, send it to me.”

[ 25th December, 2020 ]

You’ve never felt Christmas like this before. It was filled with laughter and friends when you’d always spent your Christmas alone since you used to live far away from your family. Your old friends went everywhere so you barely spent any time with them. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise Romi was calling for you. “Y/n!” she called you for the tenth time. “Huh?” you looked at her confused. “I think there’s something you should see.”

She dragged you to the further end of the hallway before stopping you and peeking at the left side and pointing at whatever that was there. “Look.” she whispered. Your head went over hers and there it was again. Haechan with another girl. Only this time, they weren’t making out or anything, they were just strangely close to each other with the girl pinned to the wall. But that said girl looked oddly familiar to you. Just where have you seen her? “Wait— Isn’t that…” there was a small gasp before she continued. “No way…” right then, a voice spoke loudly behind you two. “Now what are you girls looking at?” which the both of you shushed at.

“What are you even doing here—” just as Romi turned around, she was visibly stunned. “Oh Jaemin! Why don’t we get something to d-drink? You shouldn’t be here.” she insisted. “You’re acting weird. What’s going on?” Jaemin simply shrugged her off before taking a look at whatever you were looking at before. A minuted had passed when he spoke again. “Hara…?” Hara was Jaemin’s ex of two days, for your information. You saw the way his hands balled up into a fist and before any of you could’ve stopped him, he was already striding to the two.

Right then, Jaemin swung his dominant hand across your boyfriend’s face as there was a loud crack heard from the boy. “What the fuck, Jaemin?!” Haechan adjusted his jaw to its previous shape and glared at Jaemin with sharp eyes. “I should be saying the same thing.” he clenched his jaw. “You guys broke up, okay. So you have no right against her anymore.” Haechan defended himself. “That’s right. I can date whoever I want now. Are you alright Haechanie?” Hara clung herself onto your boyfriend’s shoulder and cooed.

“Date? You guys are dating already? What about your girlfriend huh Donghyuck? You’re already cheating on her?” that was all it took to leave them silent. “What would she feel if she saw you like this? Have you ever thought of that? Or are you just so desperate for pussy that you could never seem to think straight?” Jaemin snarled at him right as Haechan replies. “She doesn’t have to know.” at that, you were furious. Is this the man that you came to love? “You’re fucking unbelievable.” with that, he stormed off angrily before coming up to you and dragging you away. “Come on, Y/n. We have to talk.”

Jaemin brought you to an empty room and the top floor of the house before seating you at the edge of the bed. “How are you so chill about this?” he said after taking a seat next to you. He looked distressed. “Used to it.” you shrugged. “What do you mean, ‘used to it’? Has he been doing this a lot?” he dared questioned. “All the time. You’re his friend. Did you not know?” you looked at him confused. How could’ve he not known if they’re together 24/7? “I always knew he enjoyed having flings. But after he got a real girlfriend — which is you — I thought he’d change his antics. Besides, I would’ve never thought he’d go for my own girlfr— ex.”

Silence took over the atmosphere and you took the chance to stare into his eyes as just then have you noticed how beautiful they were. They were a dark shade of syrup and you could see his pupils dilate when he looked back into yours. Right then, as if something was controlling the both of you, the two of you dove into each other as you felt a pair of sweet lips moving against yours. You could taste the cherry on him as you kissed him deeper.

Pulling away for a brief second, Jaemin asked you, “Is this okay? I-I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he scratched his nape. “I want this Jaemin. I just… really need to get some things off my mind right now.” you reassured. “Then we agree that no feelings are attached?” he looked at you with an unidentified glint in his eyes. “No feelings attached.”

Just as you said that, Jaemin once again placed a long kiss to your lips before unzipping your maroon dress and admiring your half naked figure. “He missed out on a lot.” He complimented you before wasting no time and diving into the valley of your breasts. Throwing your head back, you let out a small moan of Jaemin’s name at how good it felt. He sure did know how to use his mouth. You felt a hand move up behind you in attempts of unclasping your bra but to his discontent, he didn’t seem skilled enough to do so single-handed.

A small laugh was heard from you as you took your bra off yourself and threw it somewhere around the room. He was about to lean his face into your breasts once again but you stopped him abruptly. “Take yours off first.” hearing that, Jaemin immediately took off his red blazer and unbuttoned his black polka-dotted button-up (yes he was wearing THAT suit) and allowed you to stare at his defined body smugly. “Can I touch it?” you asked impatiently. “Go ahead. We have plenty of time.” in an instant, you reached a hand over to his chest and began slowly moving it around his body. A satisfied sigh could be heard from the man across from you.

When you reached one of his nipples, you suddenly thought of an idea. Smirking to yourself lightly, you started playing with his nipple by flicking and twisting it around your fingers. “Ah— Fuck Y/n!” he threw his head back sexily which allowed you to take a look at his Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down every time he made a sound. “Other… Other o-one…” he picked up your unoccupied hand from his right side and gestured it to his neglected nipple. When you complied, another loud moan left his swollen lips and you unintentionally moved your vision to the prominent dick print between his parted legs. “Aw is little Jaem hard already? Does he need his good girl to help him?”

“Yes… Please— Fuck— Please help me, baby…” his legs trembled when he spoke again and you took that as a sign to stop teasing and just get on with it. But did you though? You lifted yourself off the bed and kneeled yourself down on the ground between his legs after releasing your hold on him. You started by running your hands around his thighs and even lasting a little longer on his inner thighs just to see him stressed out a fraction more. Reaching your hand over to the zipper of his red dress pants, you swiftly took off his lower garments; not forgetting to unbuckle his belt before anything.

As you did so, his hard cock sprung right in front of your face and was almost hitting your nose which resulted to Jaemin chuckling deeply. You gulped when you saw his entire size and you wished you could’ve stopped yourself from looking like a desperate dog, but luckily he didn’t call you out for it. You took his heavy size in your hand and started pumping him at a slow pace. Making sure to not leave a single drop of his pre-cum. “Faster…” he said with heavy lids and to satisfy him further, you complied. Moving your hand faster, you lowered your head until you were face to face with his heavy sack and began sucking and licking on them. This action has him a mess and you felt him twitch in your hold. So seeing as you were an extremely nice person, you decided to have him release himself.

You pretended to not have realised his upcoming orgasm and made your way to the tip of his dick and started sucking on it instead. “Y/n—!” and right then, his hot cum flowed right inside your mouth and even overflowed until it reached the corners of your mouth but you were lucky enough to have caught them before they dropped to the ground. Though, you didn’t stop there. You were still sucking on his tip and even sank deeper onto his cock as you moved yourself up and down his length. Endless groans left Jaemin’s throat and you could’ve came untouched at the sound of them. But to not embarrass yourself, you stopped yourself.

Ignoring the sounds coming from him, you bobbed your head faster as a hand reached up to roam his perfect body. Jaemin hummed at the feeling and placed both his hands on top of your head before gripping your hair so tightly that it was hurting your scalp. Just a few seconds later, he came down your throat again but this time you wanted him to see you swallow his future generation so you raised your head up to meet his bedroom eyes before swallowing all of him with an audible gulp. “Fuck… get on the bed.”

He pulled you up from the floor and threw you on the middle of the bed as he crawled up to you with a look that could drive you crazy. He ran a hand through your hair as the other went lower to your pussy and began massaging it through the fabric. Without any warning, he tore your panties apart as a gasp left your red lips. The warmth of your slick coated his fingers and you moaned at the sight of him licking them clean. The same hand reached your heat again but this time three of his fingers entered you and began moving at a fast pace. “Fucking hell…” you rolled your eyes back and arched your back in pleasure and pain.

Jaemin probably noticed the way your hips grinded on the bed and moved closer to him when he placed a hand on your waist to hold you down. “Calm down, sweetheart.” he laughed mockingly before pulling apart his fingers from your clenching hole, which you whined in protest. “Be patient. You’ll get something better.” he palmed his massive size in his hands and aligned it to your pussy without you knowing until you felt his tip nudging at your clit. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked one last time for confirmation. “Just do it, please.” you rolled your eyes softly.

At your response, Jaemin immediately pushed himself into you as the both of you moaned in unison. The feeling was euphoric. You haven’t felt this good in so long. “Can I—” without listening to his full sentence, you simply nodded with your eyes shut tightly. With that, he began moving his hips in and out of you at a merciless pace and you let a loud moan leave your mouth at the feeling. To be completely honest, Jaemin felt way better than Haechan but you would never admit that. You reached over to him and clawed at his back in attempts of releasing all the pain to him.

His hands that were on your waist held you harder against the bed and you could almost feel the spring in it by now. “J-Jaemin…” you didn’t realise tears were beginning to fill your eyes when Jaemin suddenly pointed it out to you. “Don’t cry, love…” he wiped the tears that left your eyes and chucked when you responded to him with, “Too big…” you groaned. “Bigger than Donghyuck?” he didn’t expect you to answer when he asked that. He didn’t even know what got into him when he asked you that.

“Bigger than hyuck… A lot big-ger…” a sharp thrust was sent to your pussy; meaning he liked your reply and a few deep thrusts later, you can feel your orgasm slowly approaching. “Jaemin… So close…” you opened your eyes and lifted your head slightly to look at Jaemin whose hair was coated in sweat. He looked so amazingly hot that you couldn’t help but whine audibly at the sight. “Me t-too…” his breath turned ragged and his pace began becoming uneven and then finally, you both came at the same time.

Sighing loudly, Jaemin fell next to you and you noticed the way his chest heaved up and down. A sign of how tired he is. “I just realised, now there’s no difference between us and them.” he laughed softly and you too, laughed along with him without thinking much about what he said and falling into a deep sleep shortly after. But that night, when you woke up in the dark unknown room with Jaemin snoring softly next to you, you thought about what he’d said once again and came to a conclusion that…

You’ve become just like him.

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[lovvecherrymotion]

Asks, you said? Lets go!

1. How do you imagine their wedding? Small and intimate or a bit bigger (approx. 100 guests)?

2. Show me the aesthetic of their wedding! Colors, their suits, wedding rings

3. Who’s gonna be their groomsmen?

4. Who from ESC 23 will be invited and who will eventually arrive?

5. How would JOcrew help with their wedding?

6. Any funny accident?

7. Where would they go on honeymoon?

(finally replying omg)

1. they aren't on the same page at first, but settle for a smaller wedding and a nicer venue. honestly, nace would do anything for jan, so if he'd rather have a small wedding, he'll be more than willing to compromise. jan does end up going with the venue nace liked the most 💜

2. i'll be putting the wedding moodboard under the cut because this will probably get long 😅

3. officially, jan's brother and kris are the wedding witnesses, but all of joker out are their groomsmen, because they could never pick between all of them.

4. surprising everyone - jere makes it! he knows where slovenia is! häärijä is also invited ofc and comes along. other guests from the 2023 class: teya and salena, gustaph (because of you is a jance song after all 🤭 and he gifts them a lovely live performance during their reception), alika, wild youth, mia, alessandra, luke, blanca paloma & mae - and they all make it!

5. the jo crew does NOT work during their wedding day. they want their friends to enjoy themselves and that includes not helping during the wedding. they do take mark and vita's suggestions of wedding photographers tho

6. it's a special day so of course not everything goes smoothly. jan is very late because he had to go back to get his shoes and at some point he's wearing bojan's socks and kris' tie because he can't keep going back home to get everything. nace is mildly annoyed because the flowers are not the ones they ordered but jan says he likes them better so he gets over it pretty quickly. the biggest accident is bojan crying after drinking way too much and just holding them and telling both of them how much he loves them - it's loud and everyone laughs but both jan and nace feel very loved.

7. tokyo, japan! i think jan would be okay with going anywhere but he knows how much nace wants to go there, so he's the one to make the suggestion - and when nace's eyes light up, he knows he's made the right choice. he buys nace all the gengar merch he can find 🥺

here's the jance wedding moodboard i made months ago. i'm claiming jan as a fellow space nerd so it's a little space themed (couldn't find a puppy that looked like ollie but... i had to include the pets ofc)

#oof this did get long #i hope you enjoy it 💕 #jance #janace #ask

[kasewichser]

crossing a line (i)

doug remer/joe cooper (?) x gender neutral scolari!reader

wc: ~1.7k words

warnings: light swearing ig, (small & LEGAL) age gap but nothing really happens right now

a/n: this is not only my first time writing for BASEketball, but writing fics in a long time. so bear with me if my characterization is off in any way. and i havent fully figured out who im writing this about, so bear with me on that too! any feedback is appreciated!!

edit: part 2 here

As a teenager, you fell in love with living “out west” somewhere. Wisconsin was lovely, yes, but tales of California filled your eyes with stars. So, you made it your goal to reach The Golden State. At fifteen, you started to work after school, saving up money from your crappy cashier job to afford out-of-state schooling. You even took a gap year to secure enough money. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford a California lifestyle even on a scholarship and with your saved-up funds. Luckily, you had applied for backup schools in the northwest. You chose a school in Seattle because you heard it was nicer than the schools in Oregon that you applied to. And that's how you ended up moving to Washington for school. It had been a hard choice and an even harder goodbye with your brother.

Despite the six-year age gap you two shared, you and Kenny were really close. He, despite his short stature, was always the protective big brother, sometimes to an extreme. And as a kid, you found it overbearing, as an adult you mostly found it endearing.  While you two had kept in contact over the years, you hadn't had a chance to see him in person since you left. At first, it was because school and work kept you busy plus you figured that after the sport he and some old friends of his created, he was pretty busy himself.

But, eventually, you stopped talking to him because you dropped out of school after about a year & a half. The expenses built up, you couldn’t keep up with the workload and it was stressing you out far more than it should, so you dropped out, mid-semester. And the fear of being shamed for that decision had made you never want to return to Wisconsin. You even stopped watching Beers’ games for awhile because even seeing your brother on TV made you feel guilty. You avoided calling him, but would always answer if he called you. When he asked about school, you lie, saying it was going great, but keeping it vague. And as much as you missed your brother, you didn’t want to have to face him. But, as luck would have it, he would call you after the season had ended and arranged your coming home. He’d brought you the plane ticket and told you that you were going to be on that plane. The excitement, fear and guilt you felt was indescribable. You were excited to see him because finally it would mean the Scolari’s were back together, but the fear of disappointing your brother was immense. 

Kenny had picked you up from the airport and the two of you were driving back to his place. The trip was fairly quiet as part of you didn’t want to there, but everything else was quiet as well. The road, the radio, the wind. The silence felt awkward to you, but you just telling yourself that your brother didn't notice it.

“By the way, I forgot to tell Coop and Remer you’re coming...” He explained, flashing his eyes over to you. Your eyes widened a little, recalling the names and the people attached to them. You were eleven the last time you saw them in person, but of course, you watched Beers games all the time. 

When you last saw Airman and Sir Swish, It was your brother's high school graduation. You were standing with your brother when the two came over, calling Kenny ‘Squeak’. You laughed at the nickname. Your brother shot you a disappointed look. You apologized as the two men then turned their attention to you. Coop would be the first one to say something, 

“So, Squeak here’s your brother?” You nodded, with a smile. Coop, you noted, had blue eyes, something you always wanted because you thought they were cool. Remer, whos hair was his most defining feature, then butted in,

“What’s it like having ol’ Squeak here as your brother?” Kenny rolled his eyes and tried to pull you away from the conversation. But you, the stubborn kid you were, refused to move. At the time, high schoolers were so immensely cool to you. You would answer any question they had for you.

“Kenny is so cool. He’s always telling me cool facts. Like, uhm, did you know the president was in a movie?!” You beamed. It's true that you thought the world of the brother, and you said what you meant in good faith but the two older boys started laughing. Once again, your brother tugged at your arm, signalling he wanted to leave. 

“If you guys are gonna be assholes, I’m leaving.” Kenny snapped. Coop and Remer minimized their laughing. Remer then patted your head lovingly, and smiled,

“You’re a good one, kid. You want a cool nickname like your brother here?” You were star struck at the offer and excitedly nodded yes. High schoolers were cool after all. Your brother was protesting but you didn’t care. The two teens looked at you for a moment before Remer spoke again,

“How about Pip. As in Pipsqueak?”

“Nah dude, that's too close to Squeak.” Coop gestured to your brother.

“Thats the point dude.” Remer rebutted. Coop was about to argue back when you spoke up, saying you really liked it. Kenny, Coop and Remer all shared a glance.

“Well then, nice meeting you Pip.”

“You think they’d remember me?” You question after a moment. Kenny shrugs his shoulders as he pulls into a driveway for his shared house.

“Guess we’ll see.” He opens the door and gets out of the car. You follow suit and walk back to the car’s trunk where your luggage is. Ken unlocks the trunk, but as you go to grab your luggage, he hits your hand away. You nod and offer a quick thanks as he pulls them out. You look at the house, taking it in. It’s nothing spectacular but it’s certainly larger than any home you’ve been in. Above the garage is a hoop, presumably for baseketball games between the three men who reside in the home. You’ve fallen behind your brother who’s now waiting on the doorstep, luggage next to him with keys in hand. You rush over to him and watch as he unlocks the door.

It swings open revealing a fairly large and nice room. Guess basketball was more profitable than you first thought. Directly to your right is a living room with a TV, a couch and a small coffee table. It was messy; beer cans scattered across the floor, what was likely day-old dishes on the table. A dust-covered VCR next to a pile of VHS tapes. The living room was clearly lived in, but the kitchen directly ahead of you was a different story; it looked unused. As much as you disagreed with stereotypes, three men living alone having a clean kitchen didn't strike you as odd. Your brother sighed in relief, seemingly glad his roommates-slash-friends-slash teammates were MIA. You pulled your luggage inside across the threshold as you took in the new environment.

“You’re staying in my room. No arguing about it!” You jokingly pouted but nodded. Kenny guided you to his room. It was down a small hallway. When he opened the door, you saw it was fairly basic. He had a few honours from his ongoing career as a professional baseketball star and some photos of the family scattered around, but it was otherwise unimpressive. You threw the luggage on the bed and trying to decide if you wanted to unpack it when a voice from behind startled you.

“Holy shit!” You hadn’t expected to recognize it as easily as you did. You were greeted by the tall and lanky Doug Remer. Of course, you’ve seen him on TV since you watch a lot of Beers' games, but he looked different than your memories. It was like he was a new person somehow. Maybe it was the height, something which once was very noticeable between the two of you, but now so much. There was something just…different, and not in a bad way either. You offered a small wave to the man who gave a huge smile in return.

“Lil Pip, all grown up.” You joked. It was surprising, but the familiarity of being back with him was comforting. It was another reminder of a past you missed. Remer just stood there unsure of what to say. You offered a smile to Doug, and he replied with two finger guns. You giggled before Kenny, quickly butted in,

“Remer, if you try anything, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Always the defensive brother. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of course, during one of your phone calls, you’d heard about the playboy that was Doug Remer. Kenny complained all the time about Remer hooking up with random chicks and even making out with a few guys a couple times. But you also knew that sometimes Kenny would embellish stories as a way of “protecting you”.  Regardless, you figured Doug wasn’t stupid enough to pull anything with you, knowing how it would upset Kenny. And after all, any bad blood between the team was bad for the game. Remer, in response to your brother’s threat, raised his hands up defensively and walked off without saying another word. 

“Ken, you didn’t need to do that. I promise I can handle myself.” You said after you were certain Doug was out of hearing range. Your brother apologized but you could still tell it was bugging him. Even though most of the time, the protective act was endearing, this was certainly not one of those times. As you pulled your luggage off the bed (you weren’t going to unpack, that was a lot of effort), you asked your brother a question,

“What would you do if I did hook up with him—or Coop?” It was mostly to see his reaction. It was a fun thought experiment. Kenny tensed up and responded with mostly stammering and confused tones. You laughed, both at the notion AND Kenny’s reaction, and you saw him relax instantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself, Ken. Besides, he’s not even that good-looking.”

#baseketball #joe cooper x reader #doug remer x reader #trey parker #matt stone #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #joe cooper #doug remer #squeak scolari

[apompkwrites]

it was i who sent the ask for the drabble, ●□● (i just forgot to add the name)

what if riddle saw his sibling got out of the diasomnia mirror, thinking that they would go to him but they just look at him then proceeded with diasomnia?

[drabble]

riddle tapped his foot impatiently, his bags settled just by his legs on the ground. he looked at his watch occasionally, his brow furrowing with each passing minute.

"honestly, the ne--" riddle quickly stopped himself before he could finish his sentence. he had promised himself to be nicer, to be better, for his older sibling. after his overblot, and subsequent self-reflection with yuu, he had thought back on his upbringing.

the words he had screamed at his older sibling were unforgivable. he wouldn't be able to take them back and he knew that. having to watch them play back in his mind was heartbreaking, especially with the fact that he was now able to see the worry and heartache in his sibling's eyes without being clouded by anger.

since he could not take back what he did, he could only hope to continue forward with better choices that would rectify those mistakes.

"are you heading home now, riddle?" trey asked as he watched ace and deuce disappear into the mirror. riddle glanced up from his watch before his eyes darted to the door. upon seeing no knew face, his mood seemed to dampen once more.

"not yet," he huffed, crossing his arms. "it would be inefficient for me to go home alone."

"ah, you're waiting for (name)," trey hummed, nodding his head. "got it. well, i'll meet you there?"

"of course." and with that, trey disappeared into the mirror. it only took a few more minutes before the hall began to clear, leaving riddle nearly alone. he went to pick up his luggage before the door opened, allowing the infamous diasomnia residents inside. riddle's head perked up at the sight of his older sibling walking alongside silver and lilia. "there you are!"

"eh?" (name) jumped at riddle's sudden yell, their hand tightening on the handle of their bag. "oh..."

"do you have any idea how late you are?" riddle grumbled, finally picking up his bags. "mother will be furious... we should get going before she gets angrier."

(name) doesn't reply at first, nor do they make a move to join riddle at the mirror.

"...(name)? let's go."

"...give my regards to ms. rosehearts," was all they said before following the rest of the diasomnia group into the mirror, leaving behind riddle who could only feel his heart drop in his chest.

taglist: @brokenncrown @help-meplz @destinationdesignation @rainys-personal-garden @kalims @sxftiebee @luxaryllis @auld-a @the-dumber-scaramouche @ayra2452008

#a pompk answers #black sheep #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #a ●□●anon's rambles

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

heartslabyul food for thought

This is just me ruminating and throwing ideas at the wall based on a few bits of canon!

In the Magical Archives, we get some additional lore about the face markings that each Heartslabyul student (excluding the dorm leader) has. It is apparently the dorm leader that determines which student gets which mark and bestows it upon them with a magical stamp. Now, that begs the question… what is the distribution of the suits, and how does the dorm leader determine which student gets which suit?

It’s entirely possible that what suit you get is random and that there is roughly an equal number of each suit, but if that’s the case, then why would the dorm leader specifically be allowed to pick who gets which one? Why allow any choice at all instead of standardizing it?? This leads me to believe that there may be a rhyme or a reason behind the suit assignment.

Something else that’s kind of odd is that the heart and the spade marks are much bigger than the club and diamond marks and are over the eyes whereas the club and diamond marks are squarely under the eyes. Additionally, the heart and the club markings appear on the left eyes, whereas the spade and the diamond markings appear on the right eyes. I wonder if there is additional significance to be found in the size and the placement of the suits, since those aspects of the marks are consistent across even the Heartslabyul mob students.

Maybe (?) the smaller the mark, the higher your level of authority??? This is mostly based on the fact that the dorm leader (with the most authority) has no mark at all, while third years like Trey and Cater have small marks and first years like Ace and Deuce have comparatively huge marks, as older students have more seniority and a theoretically higher “status” than the younger students. (Unfortunately, we don’t have any Heartslabyul second years besides Riddle, who lacks a mark to begin with, to consider in this.)

I don’t think there’s really enough evidence to really accurately determine or guess what the left vs right placement means, but based on just the few main Heartslabyul students we know of… It could be that “left” placement indicates a more earnest personality, whereas the “right” placement indicates someone who hides or rejects a major aspect of themselves (whether Riddle realizes it or not)??? This is exemplified in Cater and Deuce who have “right” marks. The former, Cater, puts on a cheery front to mask his gloomier true self while the latter, Deuce, is trying to move on from his past as a delinquent. They both actively shun or repress a part of themselves that they seem to dislike or find socially unacceptable; the difference is that Cater is still doing it, whereas Deuce has learned to embrace his flaws.

The boys that bear “left” marks, Trey and Ace, are more “direct” in how they present themselves. For example, Ace often speaks candidly to the point where he insults his friends by pointing out their flaws (like how Deuce is uncoordinated). Trey is definitely much nicer and more likely to sugar coat his wording compared to Ace. His strategy is to usually to avoid giving uncomfortable responses rather than come at them head-on, but he’s actually very blunt when it comes to how he understands others. Trey is notoriously one of the few people who can accurately read Cater and Rook’s social cues despite many others falling for Cater’s charms or marking Rook off as “a weirdo”. Indeed, Trey points put that Cater dislikes sweets in front of the first years and helps distract others when Rook feels uncomfortable talking about himself).

Of course, the left and right marks representing those traits would rely on the dorm leader’s judgement being accurate, which… I don’t think Riddle’s is all of the time, so it’s also possible that the left and right placements are associated with something else that Riddle judged about their character at a glance.

Finally, regarding the four suits and their meanings... Well, that’s the one we have the least amount of information on, as we only have one example for each of the main Heartslabyul boys. None of the Heartslabyul mob students really get enough lines to establish whether they have the traits that would mark them a heart, a spade, a club, or a diamond. If I had to make a guess, maybe the suit denotes a strength that the student has?? This whole rambling post actually started because I recently looked into a show called Alice in Borderland, where different suits represent different kinds of games (hearts are games of trust, spades are games of physical abilities, clubs are games of cooperation, and diamonds are games of intelligence). Alice in Borderland absolutely has ZERO connection to Twisted Wonderland, but I began wondering if Heartslabyul used a similar method of categorization for its students all the same.

#Heartslabyul #Ace Trappola #Riddle Rosehearts #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #twst theories #Trey Clover #Deuce Spade #Cater Diamond #notes from the writing raven

[baocean]

LOVE AIN’T - RAFE CAMERON

Pt. 2 of the country song series (pls give country a chance)

Rafe Cameron x reader soft!Rafe x reader

Warnings: cheating?? Not really but could be perceived as. Swearing, cheating boyfriend, slight fighting.

Summary: Your boyfriend was a dick. Rafe Cameron kept trying to tell you that.

You stood on the side of the road, in front of your apartment. Your yellow sundress was blowing in the harsh wind, a tell tale sign a storm was coming.

Your dress was new, you had bought it because he had once told you he liked you best in yellow.

Jacob, your boyfriend, had told you he was going to pick you up at five thirty. It was almost six o’clock now, no sign of him.

You sighed, looking at your phone screen one more time, before unlocking it and calling the only person you knew could help.

Rafe picked up on the third ring, speaking to someone as he did.

“Hold on one second, I’m in the middle of something.” He said into the phone. You heard a shuffle and something being said.

“Okay, I’m here. What’s up?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy. Call me when you’re done.” You tried to hide how upset you sounded. Rafe was a professional at picking up when you weren’t happy. He had been doing it a lot recently.

“No, I got out of it. What’s going on? I thought you had a date with Jacob?”

“He isn’t answering his phone.” You sighed, again.

“Fucking dick. Where are you?” Rafe’s tone changed in an instant. You had dealt with an angry Rafe many time before this one. His anger wasn’t new. His anger because of something to do with Jacob and yours, was.

“I’m just in front of my apartment. Will you come?” You asked him. You turned on your heel, took one last look for Jacob’s car, then headed back to inside.

“Of course. I’m at the office, be there in ten.”

It took Rafe nine minutes to get to your complex. It was right on the outside of figure eight, an apartment you afforded only for working your ass off as an assistant for one of Ward’s business partners. It’s how you met Rafe three years ago. When you first started, you were nineteen years old and were at the bottom of the company, only employed to answer phone calls and emails. Now, you had your own set of people, you were much nicer to them than your boss was.

When you opened your front door for him, he wore an apologetic expression, one you wanted him to get rid of before he walked into your apartment.

“Why are you still with him, y/n? It’s not like he treats you like a queen.” Rafe shut the door behind him.

“Seriously, Rafe. If I asked for your opinion about Jacob I would have asked you.” You turned around, snapping at him. He looked at you, blank look painting his features.

When he didn’t say anything in reply, you sat on your couch and tried thinking of a reason as to why Jacob ditched you this time.

“Maybe he got caught up in studying.” That’s what happened last time, maybe it happened again.

Jacob was in law school. It made sense that he was studying more than he was breathing. He just promised he would take you out to that new steakhouse tonight, that’s all.

“Stop trying to reason his mistakes. If he wanted to be here, he would.” Rafe huffed. He sat next to you, pulling your legs up onto his lap, his thumb running over your ankle bone.

When you compared the two boys, it seemed like a stupid choice to be heartbroken about Jacob when Rafe was right there, his full attention in the palm of your hand.

Rafe was taller, more handsome, treated you better than Jacob did. He knew you way better than Jacob did. On Valentine’s Day this year, Jacob got you red roses. Rafe went all the way across town to get you yellows tulips, he knew yellow was your favorite color.

“You wore my dress.” His voice dropped, almost to a whisper. You looked over at him and shrugged. He gave you a smile.

Even Rafe’s pretty smile couldn’t make you feel better, you thought. You wish you could hold your feelings for Jacob in your hand and toss them out the window.

“He doesn’t deserve you, pretty girl.” Rafe cooed. You were used to Rafe’s sweet talk. It’s how he got everything.

Boy, did Rafe get everything he wanted. His road in life was paved and gold plated. It felt unfair to compare Rafe to Jacob when you put their lives side by side. He got his job easy peasy because his dad was the boss. He got an apartment on figure eight that his parents split.

Jacob had to work for most things. You huffed and thought for the way Rafe and Jacob both acted, it would be the other way around. It was Rafe who introduced you to Jacob, they played football together in high school. Jacob was on a scholarship, it was the only way he could have attended.

You thought about all the times that Jacob had you meet at a hotel. He said that he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Rafe was the one to tell you his parents lived ten minutes from figure eight. You and Jacob fought about it, that was the last time he ever stayed over in Outer Banks. He always drove home at the end of the night.

You couldn’t help but cringe. Sure, you had thought about ending it with him then and there. Leaving him for not thinking you were good enough to sleep with in a real house. Like you were some one night stand and the Holiday Inn was the best place he could think of.

“You’re angry.” Rafe’s voice broke your ever growing frustration with your boyfriend. You shifted and laid back on Rafe, tucked between his arm and the side of his chest.

“I think it’s been over between us for a long time.” You played with the two bracelets on Rafe’s left wrist. One was a blue, orange, and pink colored string bracelet, one Wheezie made for him a few years ago. The colors symbolized the Cameron siblings favorite colors. The other was a thin silver chain bracelet. It was the one you got him for Christmas last year.

“Yea. Are you going to end it?” Rafe asked you. You nodded without hesitation, finding yourself wanting to break up with Jacob. You wanted it to be over between you two.

You looked at Rafe, wondering if somehow he weaseled the break up thought into your head without you noticing.

He looked down at you, giving you a smile that made your tummy settle.

Breaking up with your boyfriend had been a scary thought, Rafe was the one who helped it all feel a little less terrifying.

“Will you go on a date with me after you break up with him?” Rafe asked, taking you by surprise.

“You gonna stand me up?”

“Don’t even, y/n.” His smile dropped, but you laughed, throwing your head back into his shoulder. You twisted to get a good look at his face. When you did, his forehead dropped to yours, letting you get a great view of his eyes.

“Seriously, I want to show you what real love is. Love ain’t leaving you on a street corner.”

“What’s it like getting loved by Rafe Cameron?” You joked, bringing your hand up to tuck his hair behind his ear. His hair was just long enough to do so, you reminded yourself you were going to tell him to get a haircut.

“You would already know.” He was talking so quietly he wasn’t sure you even heard him. Shock filled your features and Rafe wondered if he was going to scare you away.

When you leaned in and kissed him, it was like everything aligned for Rafe. He had been working for what felt like his whole life for this. To feel how soft your lips felt and to know how well they fit with his. To be able to tangle his hands in your hair and to pull you onto his lap, letting his hand slide lazily around your waist.

You weren’t sure what had taken over you. It may have been Rafe confessing his love for you, when not even five minutes ago you were talking about your boyfriend. You thought that was probably it.

When he pulled back to kiss your neck, he chuckled, tickling you.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid.” He said, leaving a small love bite on the side of my neck.

“What are you talking about?” You asked him, pushing your hands under his collared shirt and gripping onto his shoulders.

“I was stupid to introduce you two. I was stupid to not tell you I loved you sooner.” He breathed out.

He fiddled with the strap of the yellow dress he said you looked so beautiful in the first time you wore it. The dress you wore when he told you it was his favorite color on you.

The two of you didn’t talk for a little, just looked at each other and kissed the spots you loved.

Rafe had told you about all the times he almost told you how he loved you, but then decided it was better to keep it in.

“I’m glad I finally got it out.” He laughed. You joined it. When he kissed you again, he leaned into you. Rafe tried to get as close to you as he could, hoping to make up for the time he lost.

…..

#Spotify #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe x y/n #rafe fluff #outerbanks rafe #rafe angst #rafe x you #outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara obx #sarah cameron

[inexplicifics]

oh, those domestic prompts are so sweet! if you like, 12 for awau geralt/eskel/jaskier, or 27 for lambert/milena? love your work!!

Lambert takes a deep breath. He can do this. He’s quite literally faced down an angry bear, he can manage dinner with his girlfriend’s family.

Even if they are a bunch of stuck-up assholes who wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

One dinner. Milena promised. One dinner and then never again. She just needs to make it clear to them that she’s made her choice and they can’t change her mind.

Normally, Lambert couldn’t give two shits what he looks like, really. He wears shitkicker boots and his battered old leather jacket that he stole from Eskel and clothes that can stand up to dirt and motor oil and nastier things. He cleans up when he takes Milena out, yeah, he’ll wear a nicer shirt and some jeans without holes in them, but he doesn’t usually bother with any vanity besides making sure the lines of his beard could be used as straight-edges, and that’s mostly because he kind of likes looking enough like a devil to make people do double-takes and make signs against evil when he glares at them.

But tonight’s important to Milena, so it’s important to him, and so he has put on the nicest shirt he has - one Milena got him, naturally - and an actual pair of slacks, and borrowed a pair of nice loafers from Jaskier, who said he could keep them on account of them not being flashy enough for the singer’s taste, and now he’s jittering in the front hallway, feeling far more nervous than a dinner ought to warrant.

Even a dinner with a bunch of stuck-up rich assholes who think he’s the sort of shit they’d scrape off their shoes. How a sweetheart like Milena came out of her cesspit of a family, Lambert does not fucking know.

Milena comes down the stairs, and Lambert loses his breath, the same way he does every time he sees her. She’s wearing a blue dress that he bought her, with a skirt that swishes around her ankles, and a sapphire necklace and earrings to match, and she’s put her hair up in an elaborate crown braid studded with silver-and-sapphire hairpins. Her cheeks are painted with a delicate blush, and there’s eyeliner making her dark eyes look even larger and a bright red stain to her lips. Her fingernails are painted as blue as her dress, with silver tips. Her shoes are delicate, spindly things, with heels tall enough that Lambert’s always worried she’ll fall right off of them.

She looks much too good for him.

But she smiles when she sees him, and comes right over to go up on her toes and kiss him softly, bracing herself with one delicate hand on his chest. “You look very fancy, my love,” she says, settling back on her heels and looking him up and down.

“It’s alright?” Lambert asks nervously.

“It’s perfect,” Milena assures him, even as she reaches up to adjust his collar a little and pluck a bit of fluff from his sleeve. “Do a little turn for me?”

Lambert turns in a slow circle, letting her smooth his shirt down in the back and pick another bit of fluff from his trousers.

“There,” she says warmly as he finishes his twirl. “You look entirely ready to face down my horrid parents.” She gives him a rueful look. “I must admit I vastly prefer your usual aesthetic, but my father would be dreadful about it, and I’d prefer you not to punch him before the first course.”

Lambert grins down at her. “That mean I’m allowed to punch him after the first course, darlin’?”

Milena’s lips twist in a little moue of half-amused dismay. “Don’t tempt me, my love.”

“I think tempting you is in fact my duty as your boyfriend,” Lambert teases, and catches one of her hands, lifting it to his lips and kissing the knuckles softly. “Could tempt you to stay right here and let me mess up your pretty dress if you like.”

“Dreadful,” Milena laughs, and bats at him with her free hand, whacking his shoulder gently enough that he can barely feel it. “If we get through this dinner without any punching, my love, then you may make an absolute ruin of my pretty dress if that’s what you want. I will appreciate the distraction!”

Lambert snickers. “I’ll take you up on that,” he agrees.

“Do I look well?” Milena asks, taking her hand back and doing her own slow spin.

“Absolutely perfect,” Lambert says, with a sort of raw honesty only Milena ever draws from him. Milena blushes, the pink of it visible even beneath her makeup.

“Thank you,” she says, and tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Let us go and discombobulate my family.”

“They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em,” Lambert says, and ushers her out the door.

#questions answered #domestic asks

[flailingfrog]

Nikole and Kit: Will Reading

TW : BBU/BBU-adjacent setting, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, mentioned character death as a central focus

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So Nikole’s inheriting everything. There’s no way Nikole isn’t inheriting everything. She’s the only kid, her mom never particularly cared for any of her cousins, Dad’s been dead—Who else is it going to go to?

Don’t take her the wrong way: she’s obviously ruined inside from her mother dying. There’s a hole in her life now, a hole where used to sit a woman who could be depended upon to wear a stupid purple quilt coat with her pet in a stupid orange quilt coat sitting next to her at a formal fucking dinner, Mom… and that hole could be, if not filled, then at least stuffed with her mother’s formidable collection of assets. The house alone has to be worth, what, two mil? And she must be able to get something for the Platonic.

This is what Nikole’s thinking about as she waits to meet with her mother’s lawyer and read the will. Holly’s here, too, maybe getting one of those aforementioned quilt coats. There isn’t a good place for her to sit in here that Nikole doesn’t have to look at her, the walls cramped to make the waiting area more like a mini hallway than its own individual space, the plant at the end barely aiding in the illusion. If it was anyone else, maybe she’d be a bit nicer, but she can admit to herself that she is not the bigger person when it comes to Holly—Maybe it’s the way her and Mom could get going on about quilting, or her weird crochet projects—She crochets teeth, and not cute teeth like you might find on a sign advertising a dentist. Teeth that seem designed to disturb Nikole in specific—or the way she seems to think her tie dye crocs are an appropriate choice of shoe to wear to everything, including a will reading, or, honestly, one of a thousand other ‘quirks’ Nikole finds distasteful. She doesn’t like her. Sue her. She’s polite to her face and that’s what matters, right? She can’t decide what she’d prefer: Her next to her? Directly across? Anything but this barely in her eyesight thing she’s doing?

Judy opens the door leading to the offices, serving them both a smile warmer than the weather outside. “Sorry for the wait, ladies. You ready to get to business?”

It’s enough for Nikole to forget about Holly, at least for the moment. She picks her bag up from the chair next to her. “Whenever you are.”

She leads them down the hall, the same beige as every other room Nikole’s ever seen in this building. The sparseness of the halls, unpersonal look of the front office, doesn’t follow into Judy’s office, all bulky dark wood furniture covered in books and files, paintings of boats everywhere.

They all take their seats, Judy teasing the manila folder her mother’s will is in. Theatrics. “First of all,” she starts, eyes flicking to Nikole, “I’m very sorry for your loss.”

The hole in her threatens, for a brief moment, to swallow her. She smiles easily, swallows down it and all the agitation that threatens to flow out from it. It just wouldn’t do to get agitated. “Thank you.”

Judy nods, as if she’s done something important, and opens the envelope. Of course, Judy already knows what’s written there—She helped write it. “Now,” she begins, “Daphne’s will is a bit… unusual.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Holly’s face sets like she knows what Judy’s talking about, which isn’t fair considering Nikole certainly doesn’t.

“I need you to know, Nikole, I really did urge her against this, but she insisted the two of you were the most important people in her life and she needed you to get along.” Her face has been twisting into something as she keeps talking.

Nikole’s own face stays neutrally polite, even as the intense urge to shake her and demand she get to the point begins to overwhelm her.

Judy’s eyes search her face, only increasing the urge, but when she finds nothing, she sighs and passes the document to Nikole to read as she speaks. “Holly is receiving $25,000 from one of her savings accounts, you can see which one in the papers there. She’s also the executor and trustee of Paul and Kit’s… trust.”

Nikole can read all that well enough, granted in much more legal language, but she looks up at Judy regardless, attempting to maintain her same veneer of politeness. There’s a reason Judy hesitated, and she’ll be damned before she makes it justified. “The pets got a trust?” Sure, there’s other things making her insides sting, but none of the other ones are taking her money right now.

For the first time since they’ve entered the room, Holly speaks. “It’s not unusual for concerned owners to provide for their pets in the event of their death. And your mother loved those two very much.”

Nikole stares at her. “But fifty percent of what’s left after the house and your cut? That’s not right.”

“Well, Kit’s not exactly a dog. She’s got to be taken care of for a long ti—”

“Did you tell my mom about this?” It seems the kind of thoughtless, wholly destructive thing Holly would do.

“Your mother was worried about them. I gave her an option to protect them as best she could.”

Heat burns at her neck and face. Holly’s voice didn’t even waver. She really believes this inane shit. Nikole shuts her eyes, smiling tightly.

For a long second, there isn’t a single sound in the room.

Then, Judy says, “Your mother wanted you to care for them.”

She’d read that part. Frankly, she doesn’t want to. But the money… It kept coming back to the money, which, again, should’ve been hers in the first place.

Of course, Holly has to speak. She’s so gentle, like she doesn’t hate Nikole’s guts as much as she hates hers, as she says, “You don’t have to. I understand you’ve never liked her. I’m more than willing—“

And really, more than anything that’s what seals it. Because fuck Holly, and fuck the way she’s acting like she actually cares what Nikole might feel, especially when she knows it’s more about some stupid boxbabe than her.

“No, I’ll do it.” She turns to Judy with the most winning smile she can muster, but she must fall flat given the uncertainty that’s returned. Nothing she can do about that. “Who can deny a dead woman’s final wish?”

So Nikole guesses she has a pet Platonic now.

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