#Stocking's response: “YOU'RE CRINGE"

[moonsglare]

ever so often, arlecchino finds you outside in the house's sprawling garden surrounded by the children. at any point, you could be showing them any manner of creature you've somehow managed to grab (gently, of course). just the past week it was a crimson finch that had accidentally flown into the window, and before that it was some lizard (green horned, she can almost hear you say indignantly) that had unfortunately not managed to scurry away from you in time. the children all watch with rapt interest as you cradle the little critter in your palms, softly relaying the assortment of miscellaneous facts you have stored somewhere in that brain of yours. it's an endearing sight, and one that arlecchino indulges in whenever she has the time, or feels the fatigue of staring at inane documents press against the backs of her eyes.

today, however, she watches sat beneath the shade of a willow tree, one leg crossed over the other and fingers curled around the handle of her teacup. it is a rare day of reprieve, and she spends it here in the mild fontainian mediterranean sun, her typical uniform shed in favor of a billowy white shirt and slim-fitting, high-waisted breeches. something has piqued yours and the children's interest, and all of you gather near the garden wall. she can hear the children whisper excitedly as you crouch down, and then they gasp as you stand up.

she raises a brow in interest herself. whatever it is your holding, it seems a little larger than your usual finds. however, with the crowd of children around you, it's difficult for her to actually see what it is you're holding. you spare her a glance over your shoulder, then a minute tilt of your head. a wordless invitation; come. and she does, easily, a thorny bloom to the sun, setting her teacup down with barely a sound and rising to her feet. her heels have been traded for something more casual, and her typical imposing stature has reduced somewhat--though the children still obediently part when she approaches.

"anything of note?" she asks. she studies your face carefully; from the curl of your lip to the creases at the corners of your eyes to the slope of your brow. of all things, she finds it is mischief that inhabits your expression, and she mentally prepares herself for whatever ridiculously endearing thing you're about to show her.

that 'ridiculously endearing thing', as it turns out, happens to be a rabbit--a rather plush, black-and white rabbit, sitting perfectly content in your arms. you're supporting the creature with one hand beneath its chest and the other beneath its hind legs, holding it close to you. some of the children gently pet the downy fur along its back, and the rabbit's black-tipped ears twitch in response, almost pleased.

"we found a little guest beneath the hedge line," you answer, glancing down affectionately at the creature. "the children were hoping they'd be allowed to keep it."

arlecchino snorts. "the children, or you?"

"rude," you shoot back, though the smile on your lips is still present. "come now, we've already thought of a name."

"is that so?" she drawls, her eyes narrowing a fraction at the rabbit. its own eyes, previously closed in contentment, open, and almost seem to challenge her. her fingers twitch behind her back.

"it is," you say, and there's a lightness to your tone that arlecchino knows is a harbinger of some form of mischief. her eyes meet yours, and they gleam with mirth. arlecchino wonders if the sun is ever envious of the way it is outshone. "would you like to hear it?"

she sighs, looking away. "proceed."

"thumper seems rather cute, no?" you answer innocently, batting your lashes, and internally arlecchino cringes. thumper. a name from a popular children's book, one that even a woman as cruel as the former knave would keep in stock in her library. a name, famously, that was attributed to the companion of the book's titular character, bambi.

bambi, which was also the name of the spider she once had as a child.

you notice her brief foray back into her memories, and draw her back with a soft laugh. thumper's ear twitches, and the little beast nuzzles closer against your chest. "no? well, we could always name him after you. you both seem to look quite alike, wouldn't you say? hm, how about per--"

"thumper is fine," arlecchino cuts you off, exasperation underlining her tone. there is an almost-scowl on her face, though the relaxed line of her shoulders gives away her true feelings. "the... creature, can stay. so long as it is properly cared for."

the children whoop and cheer, and your eyes soften into a thankful, tender look. thumper, now thoroughly loafing in your arms, wags his stubby little tail. perhaps he is somewhat cute, arlecchino muses, extending a hand to smooth down his fur--

--only for the traitorous little beast to lean away, cracking open an eye to glare almost witheringly at her. you coo as he presses close, and arlecchino's eye twitches. she doesn't know if rabbits have the capacity to make smug expressions, but she's willing to swear upon the tsaritsa's name that the damn creature is making that exact expression at her right now.

in hindsight, it's been a while since she's had rabbit stew.

[my-alter-ego777]

His Nose

Eminem fanfic, 18+, dirty talk, suggestive, language, Sry for any poor grammar or cringe; I'm still new to writing fanfic and am not fully confident in my work yet.

Marshall's sitting at the kitchen counter, answering some emails on his laptop, when you come walking past him.

You planned on getting a little something to snack on, since you were only a little hungry and dinner would be in a couple of hours, but when you see his cute, concentrated face, a familiar urge delays you from your intended task.

"Boop," your fingertip departs from the tip of his nose just as swiftly as it made contact with it, and Marshall's head jerks back in the opposite direction in response.

"Would you quit that?" His voice comes out a hair raised and irritable, and you stop in your tracks, turning fully towards him.

"What?" you chortle, only slightly taken aback by his mini outburst. He gives you a stink eye.

"Don't play dumb with me; that's like, the 100th time you've done that shit to me today." With a shake of the head, he looks back at the screen. "Enough."

Okay, it was more like 6, but who's counting?

Your eyes flicker over, noticing the "I'm feeling..." blue-colored frame of Marshall's "Mr.Potato Head non-verbal mood magnet" on the fridge has been placed over the Stressed Mr. Potato Head, before flickering back. (It's something you got for him last Christmas as a stocking stuffer, to which he rolled his eyes, but you'll catch him using it sometimes.). You don't really comment on it, though; you just smile to yourself, then move about your day.) Which is understandable. He's been pretty overwhelmed lately.

With the weight of his upcoming tour, getting everything to run smoothly, and a big shipment of his new merch getting sent to the wrong location, you'd be stressed too, at the very least frustrated, and you are, because you sympathize with him.

He's your husband, for God's sake.

What affects him affects you, and you care so deeply about him; you just want to see him happy and taken care of. Marshall works his ass off, and there are times when he can forget to take a break and other times when he just flat out rejects it.

Like now, for example. He may not outright say it exactly, but his body language oozes with the unhealthy amount of strain he's putting on himself.

Isn't this stuff what he has Paul, Tracy, and other members of his team for? You inwardly ask yourself.

This man does too much, I swear.

But knowing Marshall, it'll be difficult to pull him away from his determined task at hand, so... you start formulating a plan in your head.

"Ooo," you express playfully, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Someone is grum-py."

"Babe, for real," he warns, not even glancing at you now, "I don't like my nose bein' touched." and mumbles, almost to himself, after, "I don't like my nose, period."

"But, I love your nose." You argue softly, resting your cheek on his shoulder, getting a closer view of the adorable side profile of his snoot, and tightening your arms.

"Stop playin'" he grumbles, about done with your antics, and carries on typing out a response to one of a hundred emails.

"I'm not," you justify, "I love it." then proceed to speak with a mellow fondness. "I love how it flares when you get angry..."

"I love how it crinkles when you laugh... or when I boop it."

You smile when he rolls his eyes and continue,

"I love how it tickles my neck when you nuzzle your face into it..."

"...And I especially love how it presses against my clit when you're eating out my pussy."

His fingers go still for a moment, but it's just a moment too long that you notice before they're tapping the keyboard again, clumsily this time, you might add.

Hook.

"Makes my legs get all shaky, but I still manage to suffocate that gorgeous head of yours with my thighs, huh?" Your voice has slid into a sultry tone with ease, and you watch as his jaw flexes and his chest begins to rise with heavier breaths. "... and my hips just grind harder and harder into your face while those sweet, desperate sobs rip from my throat, begging you for more." One of your manicured hands draws lazy, teasing small circles into the skin right above the band of his sweatpants, and you feel his stomach muscles tense.

Line...

"You like that, baby?" You purr in his ear, and his hands have then formed into tight fists atop the marble countertop, and those cerulean eyes are relentless in breaking their stare on the cupboard straight ahead of him, like he's trying his hardest to hold onto that last thread of self-control. "'Cause I'm getting so fucking wet just thinking about it."

The blue that once invaded his eyes is swallowed whole by a deep, dark, and deliciously dangerous black.

Sinker.

You don't have a reaction time fast enough for what Marshall does next.

This man is out of his seat at the speed of light, and you tumble backwards in the process, about to land on your ass, but a pair of strong hands stops that from happening, and instead, throws you over their owner's shoulder.

Your yelp, from being handled like a rag doll, is quickly followed by bubbly laughter.

"You enjoy messin' with me, huh, minx?" His voice is rough as he makes large strides out of the kitchen and up the stairs to your shared bedroom. The incomplete email on his laptop was completely forgotten. Good. "Think you're so fucking cute..."

"Mm," you hum in feigned thought and a coating of innocence, your hands placed on his back to support yourself, "I think I'm pretty freakin' adorable."

Your comment earns you a firm smack on the ass, causing you to bite back a groan and your walls to tighten in response.

"Keep talkin', baby," he taunts, gravely, his thick fingers squeezing the soft flesh on the backs of your thighs, "keep talkin'..."

When you enter the bedroom, Marshall doesn't hesitate to throw you onto the bed, making you burst into giggles with anticipation.

"Now," he demands lowly, stalking towards you like a predator, "here's what's going to happen." The closer he gets, the faster your heart races. "You're gonna be a good little girl and show me exactly just how much you love my nose," His fingers grip your chin, tilting it up so you lock eyes. "Understood?" It wasn't a question, but you nod dumbly anyways.

"Good girl," he smirks darkly, admiring your submissive body like a starved man offered a feast, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "Take off your clothes."

Well, not that you care at the moment, but it looks like you're not having a little snack or, as a matter of fact, dinner anytime soon, because the way he's devouring you with just his stare alone tells you that you're in for a looong night.

[nnight-dances]

CHERRY-FLAVOURED

PAIRING: choi seungcheol x f!reader (ft. kwon soonyoung & kim mingyu)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: small town au!, exes to lovers, jealousy, idiots in love, fake dating (w/ soonyoung), you own a small bookstore and i never mention what seungcheol does (but just know he's rich).

RECOMMENDED: reading ADORABLY, YOURS before this, since this is the same seungcheol and i make a few references to what happened there.

"Oh, did you hear? Seungcheol's back in town!" Nayeon calls out with a lopsided smile she thinks is inconspicuous. You think it's obnoxious. 

But you don't let her know how much the news bothers you, pretending to instead by absorbed in currently trying to get your hair to sit right in a ponytail. "Sure," you reply, not breaking eye-contact with yourself in the mirror. 

Your roommate quickly catches though because she appears by your shoulder in the mirror, eyes narrowing. "Right. And you're fine with it?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you mutter, devoting every fibre of your being to make your tone stay flat.

"I don't know, the way you've been working on this ponytail for the past fifteen minutes had me thinking otherwise," she shrugs, "And the fact that it still looks like shit from the back."

You scoff in offense, "All my baby hair makes it real hard to do this, okay!" But Nayeon's already making her way back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast with a teasing giggle and you watch her in dismay, wondering if not only your hairstyle but also your acting had really been that bad.

And as you spin around to face your reflection, you figure that the general bad-ness of your life might have something to with Seungcheol's return to town after all. Not that you would ever admit it, for many reasons. But mainly because of the fact that he's your ex-boyfriend. 

You liked to think you'd ended things with him on a good note– there hadn't been too many tears or screams and you still would catch up with him whenever you ran into him, an occurrence that was basically inevitable given how small your town was. But ever since he'd left on trip to visit his much-famed best friend, Jeonghan, you'd finally gotten around to thinking about why you were still single despite having left a long-term relationship for over a month.  

…Which led to a series of messy first dates with the few tolerable men in town who would otherwise have you cringing at the thought of talking to them. And well, actually going out with them convinced you your first impressions were always right and your intuition was all-knowing. 

– 

Meet Soonyoung, the man who would almost unmistakably come around asking for gum in your store. Your bookstore. 

You couldn't figure out if it was a honest fault of his personality or if he was doing it to annoy you– until one afternoon you found it was something much worse: he was flirting with you.

"Y/N, your hair looks cute today," he's telling you through a grin right now. You look away from the computer screen where you've been logging the new stock of books in, ready to tell him thanks and that you needed to hear that since your beloved roomate insulted you this morning. You don't get around to saying all that because you spot a figure entering the store behind Soonyoung, where he's leaning on the counter with his hands under his chin. He thinks he's slick but you know it's so he can show off his arms. 

You've forgotten all about Hoshi and his boyish charms because you notice the new customer is none other than the recent arrival to town, Seungcheol. 

You hate the way you can feel your heart skip a beat at the revelation so you quickly turn your head back to your screen. "Thanks, Soonyoung."

Thankfully, Hoshi doesn't seem to notice the stiffness of your clipped response and instead is distracted by a stack of plastic-wrapped books. 

"Wow, you sure have a lot of new stock coming in these days, huh?" 

You nod, still not looking away from the screen. "Yeah, I've been working on keep the shelves up to date with the new releases. I'm sick of people using the feedback box to curse me out for still placing the classics out front."

You hear a snort then and you immediately recognize it as not Soonyoung's. 

"You'd think that's how the feedback works, no?" 

Slowly you turn to look at him in the eyes, unsettled by the playful glint you find there. "...Can I help you?" you ask quietly, keeping your tone cordial but not too warm. Hoshi stands up straight with Seungcheol next to him, earning him a glance from the man. 

"Oh, did you finally hire a part-timer?" he asks. You consider throwing the stack of new books in your ex's face. And then you remember how much they cost. So instead, you settle on shaking your head. 

"No–" Hoshi cuts you off, though, much to your chagrin. 

"No, I'm just here giving Y/N company," he's saying and you really wish he wouldn't speak, but he goes on, "She's been pretty stressed out these days and last week–"

"Soonyoung," you look at him warningly, "do you think you could help me double-check if there's a delivery out front? I keep getting tracking updates that it's close."

"Of course!" he responds already reaching for the glass doors, "Be right back, Y/N!"

With Soonyoung gone, Seungcheol finally breaks into the guffaw you know he's been keeping in for the past five minutes. "What's that all about?"

"It's none of your business, Seungcheol," you inform him as you busy yourself with tidying up the stray pieces of gum wrapper Soonyoung had conveniently forgotten. 

"Oh, so you do remember who I am, after all?" You hate how much you like listening his voice turn slighly soft at the sound of his name on your lips. And the how your breath's a little uneven when he slides to invade your line of vision, big hands tapping at the counter to get your attention. As if you could possibly be thinking about anything else right now. 

"Why are you here, anyway?" you ask him, training your gaze on him. "Because I know, for a fact, you don't read." 

"I'm hurt, Y/N," Seungcheol gasps with a hand to his chest. His unbelievably firm chest. "And after I worked so hard to read that boring poem book for you?"

You almost seethe at the way he calls it a poem book but contain it with a grimace. "Can we get to the point here? I have a store to run, dude."

"I'm serious! I came here to find a book. Considering picking that poem book again, figure out what the big deal is for once and for all."

You stay still, unresponsive to his ridiculous excuse. Seungcheol waits a few beats, eyes locked with yours before giving in. "Fine. I was in town and wanted to see how you were doing." 

Never mind, you think you preferred to hear the ridiculous lies because the way your ex-boyfriend's gaze drops to your fists by your side has you immediately unfolding your grasp. Stupid Seungcheol and his ability to fuck up a perfectly okay daily routine. 

"Ugh," you sigh out after a moment, "Come on. I'll help you find the chapbook. But you have to promise to never call it a poem book ever again. Or I'm blacklisting you." 

You don't see it but when you spin around to march into the bookstore, expecting Seungcheol to follow you, he's all smiles, his own fists unravelling at the way your tone lost its cold somewhere along the way of this encounter. He skips behind you with a noise of excitement. 

"Okayyyy," you hum as you crouch by the poetry section, fingers expertly running through the spines of the thin books there. Seungcheol crouches by you, a little too close because his arm brushes against you, almost throwing you off-balance. 

You're about to tell him off for surprising you but he suddenly smiles, dimples so delicious in the soft glow of the light of the bookstore filtering through the bookshelves. "Your hair looks different," he comments, voice low and his gaze slowly follows the trail of your low ponytail, the thin grey band that holds the strands together clearly very worn-out. "Looks pretty." 

And where Seungcheol's wondering when you started wearing your hair up, you're incredibly flustered by his compliment. You stand up too quick, knee joints popping, and you think you must really be growing old when your vision blacks out a little. 

You steady yourself with a hand on the shelf, quietly scolding Seungcheol, "You're in the way." He joins you on his feet, making way with an exaggerated wave of his arm, not missing the way your ears are turning redder by the second.

You're gifted a good solid five minutes of peace as you inspect the shelves, wondering how you lost track of the chapbook, when Seungcheol speaks up again. "Um, so seriously, what's the deal with you and Soonyoung? You… seeing him?" 

For all his attempts at maintaining an air of nonchalance, Seungcheol can't help how irked he was when he walked into your bookstore to the sight of Soonyoung making conversation to you. Irksome especially more so because he'd heard you say that you hated having people around you while you did the boring but imperative computer-related stuff at work, something about wanting to get the misery out of the way as soon as possible. Yet, there Soonyoung had been, distracting you with all his airhead being. 

"I can't seem to locate the book right now for some reason," you start, doing nothing to ease Seungcheol's worries, "And I also can't seem to comprehend why my dating life is a point of discussion between us… anymore."

And wow, does your comment hurt. It hurts Seungcheol but also you, even as you're the one saying it because you can practically feel his mood dampening at your words. But the rational part of you is praising you for doing the right thing and setting your boundaries before you get any more carried away by your ex-boyfriend's ways. 

That afternoon Seungcheol leaves your bookstore, very empty-handed and extremely heart-broken, because as he exits, he can already hear Soonyoung asking if you wanted get lunch with him. 

– 

Speaking of lunch, enter Mingyu because eating out with someone, more often than not, meant making a trip to his humble but bustling restaurant. It was everything right with your small town: a simple menu that remained consistently mind-blowing no matter how many times you visited.

Wish you could say your friendship with Mingyu had maintained the same level of consistency as his culinary competence. 

And in your defense, you didn't know how much longer you could've gone ignoring the way Mingyu would take every opportunity to make you extra sides that you didn't order and send you specially curated handmade dinner-sets when he heard you were sick or too busy to eat. You hated it, crossing the friendzone you had so carefully placed him in, but one late night, when he showed up at your door in the rain just so he could deliver your food before it went cold, you caved and invited him in. 

So while you legally have no choice but to politely turn down Soonyoung's offer for lunch, you can't help that you find yourself walking to Mingyu's Kitchen on Saturday morning for some brunch because as much as you loved improvising with the two ingredients in your fridge, nothing beat the ramyeon he cooks. 

You're still groggy when you enter the cozy shop but the familiar scent iss already warming you up from the chilly air outside. Except you make eye-contact with the man as you step foot into the place. 

The man being Seungcheol, of course, because where you could handle fielding Mingyu's puppy eyes on you, a reminder that you hadn't texted him back yet– Seungcheol's intense glare fixed on you has you shaking in your boots. Literally. 

"...actually, I think I'll just eat here," you hear him call out as you approach the counter to place your order. Your head hurts already so you don't think too hard about Seungcheol's request to Sakura who nods with a smile. 

"Y/N!" Mingyu materializes in front of you with a beam to greet you and you think sunglasses might've been the way to go this morning. 

"Hey," you drag out the greeting, flinching at your own hoarse voice, "What's up, Gyu?"

"Nothin' much, just dealing with the usual Saturday morning rush, y'know? Maroon 5 should write a song about that instead of crying over Sunday mornings, don't you think?"

You're busy processing the tall man's chaotic train of thoughts when you hear Seungcheol laughing faintly. You glance at him, frowning when he's standing closer to you than you remember and then look back at Mingyu. "Ha, sorry it's so busy," you mumble.

"You don't sound so good. Did you catch something?" Mingyu inquires, brows furrowing and you genuinely love the man for his observance but dread its consequences nevertheless.

"Ahh, I mean, it's fine. Just a little cold from the wind," you clear your throat in an effort to sound better, "But I'll have a ramyeon for that very reason." You try to punctuate your sentence with a light-hearted chuckle but with your condition, it just kind of sounds like you're dying so you shut yourself up. 

"Feeling under the weather?" 

You look up from your phone screen, where you've been fixating all your attention so you can ignore the way Seungcheol's seated himself on the table right next to yours. This was the problem with eating out alone. The danger of your ex-boyfriend tailing you. You swear you're dragging Nayeon out after you next time, her fucked-up sleep schedule be damned. 

You shrug in response to his question, "I'm fine. Thanks for the concern."

"You're very welcome," comes his teasing reply, "But seriously, you've got to wear more layers than that if you want to make it to winter."

You look down at your long-sleeved top with a frown, "I think this attire is perfectly appropriate for the fall, actually." You tug at the sleeves so they cover your wrists as if to prove a point. 

Seungcheol raises a brow, "It would be a perfectly appropriate attire for someone who doesn't have the immune system of a rat."

Gasping, you shoot back, "Rude! I don't see why I have to stand this slander even when we're not together."

There it is. The words slip out your tongue before you have a minute to filter your thoughts and though things between you and Seungcheol are more chill than most former lovers, your sudden comment has the atmosphere turn ever so awkward, with his smile falling and your own turning sour. 

You sigh in relief when Sakura brings out a tray to Seungcheol's table that very moment, saving you just a little embarassment. "Enjoy your meal!" she smiles at him and then at you, "Your food will be out soon!" 

You nod, swallowing against your dry throat and watch as Seungcheol stares at his food wordlessly. You really had a way with words for someone who sold books for a living. Eventually, you go back to distracting yourself with your phone and he starts eating, suddenly laser-focused on his food. 

You're thankful for the space, until you see Mingyu making his way to your table with your tray in his hands. You don't know why he does that, bringing you your food despite being the head chef and owner of the place. Well, you do know why but you didn't have the energy to deal with the reasons today. 

Not with Seungcheol sitting right there, eyes on Mingyu's back as he places your food in front of you, grin intact. You're about to thank the man and hopefully, cut any conversation short but he beats you to it. 

"Here's your food, Y/N!" his voice borders on cracking but he goes on, "I made you some yuja-cha as well for your throat. And make sure you eat a lot of kimchi, okay? Let me know if you need anything else."

Slowly you nod, thanking him under your breath as he takes off and now it's your turn to stare at your food in silence while Seungcheol's shooting daggers your way. 

If he thought he was upset by your thing with Soonyoung, the way Mingyu was just all up in your space with his stupidly sweet gestures has Seungcheol… a lot more upset. 

"I thought Mingyu and you were just friends," he's voicing before he can help it. 

Your head snaps up in surprise but really, you should've seen this coming. You compose yourself, averting your eyes back to the warm food in your plate. "And I thought I made it clear that my dating life is none of your business."

"It's not my business," Seungcheol says, unconvincing to his own hears, "But it would be a problem if you were, you know, two-timing." 

Now you know Seungcheol is trying to get on your nerves because he knows how much you hate dishonesty and to accuse you of being disloyal is a low blow, really. But it works because you finally look back at him with eyes wide, "Of course I'm not. I slept with him like once!"

Where the news has Seungcheol feeling conflicted because where it was good to know that nothing was serious, it was also not fun to hear that you'd slept with him. But while he tried hard to not dwell on Mingyu's impressive physique, you were busy catching up with your own loss of control.

Because even despite your unintended confession that you hope you weren't too loud about, you quickly supply in a quiet voice, "...well, it was technically a date that led to sleeping– but it had nothing to do with Soonyoung— I don't even know why I'm telling you this!" 

You spend the rest of your brunch focusing on finishing your food and appropriately thanking Mingyu for the food, a little apologetic for many many reasons, so you can leave the same room as your ex-boyfriend faster. 

But he makes it real hard, because just as you step out of the restaurant and take a deep breath of the fresh September air to settle your nerves, you hear his voice calling you out. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your pants to brace yourself as you turn around, already starting to say something about how he needs to leave you alone and forget you said anything. 

"You left your phone behind!" he cuts you off, holding out the device for you to see. You curse under your breath, feeling incredibly ridiculous as you reach for it. 

"Thanks–"

And then he dodges your grasp, leaving you flailing around like an idiot while he looks on with an amused half-smile. Half a smile because he knows you would kill him and then yourself if he straight-out laughed at you. 

"I'll give it back if you unblock me."

Your shoulders slump and a groan leaves your lungs. "Seungcheol."

But his smile only widens because you may be glaring at him but you did just say his name. And a win is a win. 

"Seriously? You're holding my phone hostage just so you can blackmail me over something so petty? Come on!" 

"I'm sorry, do you know how many seal memes you've been missing out on since you blocked me? This is no laughing matter."

"I'm not the one laughing," you snap and then cross your arms in exasperation, "Don't be a child, dude, and just give me my phone."

"Why did you block me anyway?"

You raise your brows at him as if to say really? but he maintains his smile and you groan again. You hate him for knowing that you hadn't blocked him right after the breakup thanks to someone's insistence on thinking seal memes were funny and that the real resaon you'd blocked him was–

"–Siri kept recommending your contact every single time I would go to make a phone call! Heck, I couldn't even text Nayeon to get me a towel in the shower because the messages app would automatically redirect to you."

Seungcheol watches in awe as he connects the dots in his head and mutters, "You still had me saved as kkmua's dad?" You look away but your silence is enough of an answer. 

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the reason your phone confused Seungcheol with Nayeon because he was kkuma's dad and she was kookeu's mom– an idea a drunk you had found incredibly hilarous. The similarity in their spelling had your algorithm all fooled every time you typed in one or the other's name in a rush. Still, you wish Seungcheol was a little dumber sometimes. 

Now as you look at Seungcheol you can see he's thinking of something. Most likely considering the question: Why didn't you change it? 

"I was too lazy to change it back, okay? Blocking you was obviously the easier choice."

"I didn't say anything," he tells you with an easy smile, clearly pleased to see you flushed. "For what it's worth, you're still promising young woman in my contacts. And I didn't even have to block you."

It's probably because you've seen Seungcheol so much more than the past two months in the past two days, but you find yourself moved by his words. They're not that meaningful really, he's just bringing up a past inside joke in that reassuring tone of his. But you can't help but smile. 

"I hate you," you breathe out and in the context of the conversation, it makes enough sense. But Seungcheol's dimples deepen because in the context of your history with him, the words are a consolation. 

He only becomes certain of it later that night when he's washed up and throws himself into his sheets to find his phone lighting up in the darkness. It's you. 

promising young woman sent you a link 

promising young woman: rats actually have a great immune system so joke's on u 

And that's all it takes for Seungcheol to go back to his lovesick self, squeaking into his pillow as he reads your text over and over until he can comprehend that not only have you unblocked him of your own accord (debatable) but were also texting him first. 

– 

The next time you run into Seungcheol, it really brings his contact name to life. But before that, enter Soobin, a shy blonde who's recently moved to the town. 

"You like Lamp, huh?" 

Soobin jumps around, eyes flailing around as if you'd caught him red-handed. And you might as well have, what with how he'd been humming and swaying to the music leaking out of the speakers in your bookstore. You'd enjoyed watching the younger man visit the store more frequently the past few weeks, always in the evening hours when you would finally break open your playlists, a luxury you only allowed near closing time. 

"Ha," he nervous laughs, "Y-Yeah… Sorry, I didn't think you were still here."

"I run the place, Soobin. It'd be a bit of a problem if I just took off." You smile at his flustered sigh and move past him to shelf a book you'd taken out to review earlier. "Anyway, we're closing soon. You buying anything today or…?" 

Soobin looks at the thick book in his hands and you recognize it as a new arrival but then he flips it around, a little unsure. "Umm, I'm not– this seems cool but also scary so probably not?"

"I'll take it off your hands then?" you offer with an understanding shrug. But he shakes his head eagerly, "No, no, don't worry. I remember where I took this from. I don't want to get in your way."

"...All right," you reply after a pause. Then, brushing your hands against your pants, "Let me know if you need help, anyway." 

But Soobin's far from one to bother you as he leaves wordleslly, not without assisting you relocate some heavy boxes to the store before you lock up for the day. You're calling out goodbye after him as he takes off into the night when you hear soft barks closing in on you, 

For a beat, you freeze because the sound is excruciatingly nostalgic and you genuinely think you must've time travelled when you turn around to see Seungcheol running toward you with a very excited Kkuma leading the way. You're already dropping to a squat when the dog scurries to your feet, licking at your ankle before you get your hands on her.

You let out an undignified coo at the white ball of fur, "Kkuma, my baby. Aww, baby, you're so sweet. Look at you!" You go on for a little bit, fussing over her as she rolls over for some belly rubs before you come to and become aware of the way Seungcheol stands by, patiently watching. 

You slowly rise to your feet with an awkward smile. 

"I'm convinced she still loves you more than me," the man starts with a pout, "And it's still so unfair. Kkuma, I'm your dad. I pay for your meals and grooming, you know?"

You laugh at the way he scolds his dog in a small voice as you retort, "Maybe she's in her rebellious years. Let her be."

Seungcheol's soft gaze lands on you with a huffed chuckle. And then he looks at something behind you. "Who was that, by the way? New conquest?"

You throw your hands up in the air. "Come on, man. You can't keep doing this!"

"Doing what?"

"Snooping around in my business! And also making me sound like some kind of a player." 

Seungcheol looks down like he's reflecting. Kkuma paws at his leg with a whine and you look between them before letting out a cough.

"That was Soobin. If you must know." You look away as you say this, like it was no big deal, reporting on your customers to your ex-boyfriend because he still got all whiny when he saw you with another man. Neither of you is ready to address the meaning of your actions toward each other quite yet. So you both pretend it's normal when Seungcheol lights up a little when you speak up. 

"Soobin…? Haven't hear that name before."

"Yeah, he moved in a few weeks ago. Shy guy but very smart," you say, "And I think he wants to work part-time at the bookstore." 

"Woah," Seungcheol's ears perk up, "That's great, Y/N! You could totally use the help."

You turn to face him, arms crossed yet again, with a suspecting look on your face. "Hmm, I guess you could say that. I haven't popped the question yet though so don't go around spreading rumors." 

"Aww, you know I would never snitch on you like that! Unless he makes a move on you, of course, because that would be a very different story–"

"Seungcheol." 

Nice. That would be three points to Seungcheol if he was keeping count of how many times you'd said in his name in that grave voice of yours, indicating that you were mad but also couldn't cover up the laughter that bled into your tone anyway. And he was. 

– 

"What about you? You were gone a while."

Seungcheol counts his blessings every minute you spend with him, even if a lot of it was you pushing him away. But you couldn't stay consistent with your cold demeanour for much longer, not with him making sure he ran into you just as you closed your store. With Kkuma scurrying for love and his innocent blush whenever you greeted him, it wasn't long before you were letting your walls down. 

So it's no surprise that you find yourself curious of what he'd been upto in the month-long visit he'd paid to his best friend. 

Initially, Seungcheol's giddy ove your question, like you were on a first date all over again and not just walking along the dim grass fields like you so often did. "You know how it is with Jeonghannie. I meant to be there for a week but… one thing led to another and I was there for a while."

You fall silent, trying to imagine what it must've been like for him. "He still lives near that college, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. He's a strange fellow."

"Not that strange. College towns are like cities," you chuckle, "but with less crime and cranky people."

"I don't know, college students are pretty cranky too. Maybe even worse than the average city person." You raise a brow at Seungcheol's grimace.

"What, did Jeonghan force you to fraternize with college kids or what?"

Okay, now Seungcheol's getting a little worried when he realizes where this is going. And even though everything's in the past for him, he can't help but hesitate to tell you what exactly he'd been up to.

"...Yeah, I mean, most of his friends are college seniors. He knows them from his time there so it's pretty chill."

A few more questions from you have Seungcheol pulling out his phone to supply you with some visuals for some of the events he's mentioning and the way you softly laugh into his shoulder at the sight of the chaotic night parties has him getting a little careless. 

"Wait, wait, who was that?" you stop Seungcheol's now excited swiping with a cold hand to his forearm. He freezes, more because he realizes what you're trying to see than the temperature of your body against his. 

"Um, oh–" he watches dumbly as you go back a few photos to a selfie of him and a girl. They're grinning in the photo, teeth on display and cheeks clearly red from intoxication. 

"Ohh, is she one of his college friends? She's cute–" You interrupt your own musings over the stranger when you go back another photo in his gallery. This time it's a photo of the girl kissing Seungcheol on the cheek, his eyes closed with a shy smile. 

"That's–" Seungcheol barely opens his mouth to explain but trails off when you abruptly pull away from him. "She's– A friend… Um, goes to college in the place and she's–" He stops talking with a groan because great, all his stuttering has you side-eyeing him, no doubt recognizing the guilt swimming in his eyes.

Your voice is so small when you finally speak up, pace increasing. "That's cute," is all you say.

"Wait, Y/N, you don't understand. I know what I sound like but–"

"Just to be clear," you stop your brisk walking to hold up a hand in between you and him as if to symbolize the space there. "You don't have to explain anything to me. It's all cool, Seungcheol." 

And the way you murmur his name transports him back a couple months, a similar breezy night. One where you'd pulled him away from a group dinner with your friends and looked down at your feet the whole time but your words had pierced right through his heart anyway. Even back then, you said his name softly, without any malice, but even that might've been merciful. Because what's worse is the way you uttered his name like goodbye, sincere enough to bring tears to his eyes, even now, as he watches your forlorn back disappear into the night. 

Zero points to Seungcheol. 

– 

"Y/N, you in there?"

It takes a good minute of Nayeon repeating her questioning in increasing volume for you to finally hear her knocks over the sound of the music playing through your headphones. You frown as you uncover one ear and call out, "Nayeon? What happened?" The door to your room slowly creaks up, revealing your roommate standing there with her hands occupied, each holding up a bottle of soju invitingly.

"Wanna talk about it?" 

You're already tearing up when she asks you that and by the time you've both drunk your way through the bottles, your eyes feel numb. You interrupt your own worrying over how swollen they were bound to be tomorrow when you point a finger at Nayeon and question, "I really needed this today. How'd you know?"

She smiles, "Of course I did. You ignored my text about eating at Mingyu's Kitchen and my offer to pay. Plus, you didn't do the thing you usually do where you come in and complain about your ex."

You pout, "I'm sorry. I must be so annoying."

"You are," Nayeon shrugs, "And I like it. But you know what I would like more? If you would just make up with him already."

"No."

"Is this about that one photo of some girl kissing him on the cheek? You know how petty it is to get jealous over something like that?"

"She was seriously pretty, Nayeon!" you defend yourself, "And I'm not jealous, just– just upset because he didn't tell me earlier. I feel so stupid."

"I'm sorry, babe," she mutters, rubbing your back, "He's an idiot for not just coming clean."

"I know! Even after he went sticking his nose in my business and who I slept with while he was gone!"

You sniffle, "Maybe I should just call him and tell him to never ever talk to me again. And that he's a jerk. And that I still love him."

"Wait a second," Nayeon pulls you back onto your butt on the floor, "Maybe, let's reconsider that last part?"

You're clearly more drunk than you let on because you look genuinely confused by her interjection. "What? About me hating him?"

– 

When you drag yourself into work on Monday, you expect a lot of things. You see the headache coming, from last night's drinking and this morning's lack of hot water. You also know it's going to rain the whole day so it's only harder to put one foot after another to move. And where you also expect to pestered by a man: the desperate pleas don't come from Seungcheol like you'd secretly hoped.

"Soonyoung?"

The man, who'd been impatiently pacing by the entrance to your store, stops at the sound of your voice and spins around, nearly slipping over thanks to the wet ground. He throws the daunting hood covering his eyes with a bright smile as you run over and hastily unlock the store.

"Why're you out here in the rain?" 

Soonyoung sighs in relief once he's inside brushing his damp pants off with a quick hand. Then, he looks up with a shy expression, "Well, I… need to ask you something."

And given his past mooning over you, when he says that with a nervous laugh, you're stiffening up because you think you know where this is going. But then, Soonyoung defies your expectations for the second time yet again. 

Because where you'd expected to have to turn him down with an incompetent attempt at kindness, the next hour finds you grappling with all the information he's throwing at you.

For starters, he does ask you out. But– "It's fake. Dont worry, I'm not actually into you like that," he quickly adds with a dry laugh. 

As it turns out, he's asking you to help him make a move on a girl he only recently realized he liked. Her name's Chaewon and the only thing you know about her is that she owns a strawberry farm and can sing on ocassion. So you're easily worried by this proposition, "Soonyoung, why would you pretend to be with someone else? Shouldn't you be asking her out?" 

The boy heaves a sigh, "Y/N, I hate it to break it to you but nobody does that anymore. Keep up with the times, won't you? Jealousy is the new I like you."

"I'm pretty sure that's not true," you scoff out, refusing to let Soonyoung peg you as old-fashioned. Your stomach swims at his words anyway, ming wandering to your own… jealousy issues with a certain someone.

"Anyway, there's an open observatory night or something at her farm tonight with complementary dinner after. And I need you to come with me and make her jealous." 

"I don't like how serious you are about this," you complain, "And I don't think I want to be a part of this evil scheme."

"Please, Y/N, you're the only one I can rely on! And you're basically a celebrity around here, when it comes to dating."

You frown, finally looking away from the shelf you'd been re-ogranizing, "What do you mean?"

Soonyoung bites his lip, clearly having said something he shouldn't have. You poke at his arm urgently with a glare. He groans, giving in, "Well, it's just… your break-up with Seungcheol was the only thing anyone could talk about last month! And then the gossip only resurfaced when he came back to town."

"What kind of gossip?" you press with narrow eyes. 

"I– can't say."

"Soonyoung," you warn him, "Tell me. Or I won't pretend to be your girlfriend."

"Oh, come on! This is blackmail!"

"I thought you really wanted to be with Chaewon, no?" you question with inordinate amounts of innonence in your smile, "Makes you want to paint flowers onto the sky for her, doesn't she?"

"Fine, I'll tell you but only because this side of you is scary," the boy sighs out, "People think the reason you broke up with him was because he cheated on you. And now he's back in town so he can apologize and make up with you… or whatever." 

"That's ridiculous!" you cough out, "Who's been spewing this nonsense? I'm gonna have to–"

He holds your arm in an attempt to ground you, "Nobody really thinks it's true though! And remember how you promised to not tell a soul about a word I told you today?"

"I don't because I never said that–!"

"Seungcheol's gonna be there tonight, too, if that helps?"

Soonyoung's clearly much more devious than you last remember him being but when he explains that this could be a win-win situation for both of you– where he makes Chaewon realize her feelings for him, you also make Seungcheol jealous with your little act. 

And while you're sure to curse the him out for his assumption that you would want to get back with Seungcheol at all to begin with, the idea does leave an impression on you. Your mind's gears are working really hard, not just because you're trying to figure out a new spread for the monthly display at the front of your bookstore, but also because you keep finding loopholes in Soonyoung's grand plan.

"But is pretending to be together for one dinner really going to convince anyone? I mean, no offense, but nobody I know will believe that."

Soonyoung shrugs, "It's not just for one night. We're obviously going to do other stuff." You scrunch your nose up in disgust. "But think of tonight as the opening night. What we do tonight determines how the rest of our lives will pan out. We could end up lonely and dreadful if one of us messes up."

– 

For all of your criticism of Soonyoung's hyperbolic description of a dubious scheme, that evening finds you making double-takes in the front camera of your phone every other minute. Yep, turns out your nose was still on your face.

"Y/N, you look great," Soonyoung calls out finally, having watched you the whole ride to the venue. It was part of his plan, of course, to make things seem more official in his words. "So can you stop?"

"Are you sure you don't like me?"

As it often happens, your own question catches you more off-guard than it does Soonyoung. Your nerves have succesfully taken over your bodily functions. 

"I don't, Y/N," he responds with an easy smile, "I don't know why you keep asking me that. Do you like me or something?"

You sigh. "Sorry. It just seemed like that for a while. But I'm glad you don't, it makes things a lot easier."

"Good," he hums and then, after a beat passes, "By the way, when all of this over and both of us are hopefully happily in love with our respective partners–"

"I'm not in love with Seung–"

"And after you're done denying your feelings– Maybe we can be friends?"

You nod with a thoughtful hum, "Sure. That sounds fine. Except I thought we were already friends?"

Conversation with Soonyoung becomes a lot less tiresome when you've both established the purely platonic basis of your relationship. Which is ironic because fifteen minutes later, he's whispering in your ear to smile as he reaches for your hand. But his presence is still comforting and you find yourself wondering why you hadn't always found it this easy to be friends with him. The thought keeps you distracted momentarily and then, you lock eyes with Seungcheol. 

You were standing next to Soonyoung when it happened, hand in his as he caught up with friends and purposefully showed off his new relationship. The news was as unexpected to them as it was to you this morning and keeps conversation busy enough to allow you to be completely zoned out. And then you spot Seungcheol across the room, his eyes fixed on you in the distance and his mouth set in an intimidating line.

You look away with a cough, feeling your neck grow warmer. Soonyoung senses the change in your mood and when he asks if you're okay, you lean into his ear and complain, "Fuck, I just made eye-contact with him." 

He breaks into a grin at your indirect admission to still liking your ex. If Seungcheol knew the context to your arrangement with Soonyoung, he would find this entire exchange heart-warming, losing it over how shy you've gotten. But he doesn't know.

So in his eyes, it just looks like you've just whispered an inside joke into another man's ear and his chuckles are out of fondness. And that's why attributes your shy flush to Soonyoung's response to you, and not the eye-contact you'd made with him seconds ago.  

Seungcheol spends the rest of the night lurking. He skirts your surroundings, his eyes in disbelief every time you don't pull away from Soonyoung's hand on you. He's confused and jealous. The combination has him malfunctioning in a corner when he spots you breaking away from Soonyoung's side for the first time that evening. 

He doesn't even spare a thought to his actions when he springs forth, trailing you to the refreshments. You're trying to refill your lemonade even though you don't really have the desire to drink it anymore, mainly because Soonyoung had approached Chaewon and it seemed like his plan was working because you'd never felt so invisible in a conversation before. 

You can feel the act tiring you out though because you don't notice it when Seungcheol sneaks up to your side, breathing down your neck and staring seriously even when you spin around and almost spill your drink all over yourself in surprise. 

"S-Seungcheol!" you groan out, flustered but relieved your dress didn't have to suffer the consequences of your weakness around him. But your heart certainly did, especially when the man stepped closer, voice few octaves lower than usual.

"What are you doing with him?"

You go silent, knowing that you should feel unsettled by the absence of friendliness in his tone but only feel yourself enjoy the way he's so obvious about his jealousy. You look back at him, trying to seem innocent but immediately hate the way his eyes have reddened. "I'm… helping Soonyoung out."

Seungcheol's expression is a big question mark at that. A big angry question mark followed by an exclamation point, if you will. "...by following him around on his arm all night?" 

"Um… yeah," you look over his shoulder to make sure Soonyoung's still occupied by Chaewon and the momentary lack of attention is already pissing your ex-boyfriend even more. You hate lying but you convince yourself that right now, you're simply witholding information from someone. 

"I don't get it, Y/N," he says, "Did I lose my chance with you?"

The question catches you completely off-guard, leaving you gaping at Seungcheol. You were used to his short-temper and his incessant questions but this was new: the solemn setting of his lips and his downcast eyes as he asked you if he still stood a chance with you. He was being vulnerable, you realized, in a way that he never was during your relationship. The change is dizzying, it really is, and you can only think of all the other ways Seungcheol's been changed since he returned.

And all the ways he's stayed the same.

You swallow against the lump in your throat, "Come with me." 

You lead him to a slightly more secluded part of the observatory, a dimly lit corner that's orchestrated by more crickets and the lack of chatter is a welcome relief to your already crowded senses. "I'm not actually with Soonyoung," you breathe out, the truth weighing heavily on your tongue even though you'd only pretended for the one night, "I'm pretending to, because he asked me to." 

Seungcheol's eyes widen, "What? You're fake-dating that guy? Why?"

"He likes Chaewon," you point them out for him over his shoulder but Seungcheol only stares at your face with a serious expression. You retract your pointer with a flushed face, "And they were apparently getting nowhere, despite both liking each other. So he figured he needed some intervention."

You point to yourself this time with a half-smile and then remember the unimpressed look on Seungcheol's face. You watch his face carefully but he remains still for over a minute. 

"Well, I'm only telling you because you asked so nicely," you clear your throat, feeling a little stupid now that he's gone mute, "Do with that what you will. I'm gonna go back…"

You pat your dress down and exhale heavily, trying to steel yourself against both the disappointment and the cold night-air. You've already rejoined the noisy crowd, only a few steps away when you pick up on Seungcheol's voice. 

"--meant nothing…" is all you can pick up so you turn around to find him at an arm's length, muttering something, too low for it to be audible. You say, "What did you say?"

"I said that the photo you saw that day meant nothing. She's Jeonghan's girlfriend and I slept with her once. I also pretended to be into her but only so I could forget about you."

More than anything, you're shocked by the way he emphasizes you, the word coming out stronger than the rest of his explanation, one that does more to soothe your nerves than you realize. But you also don't know what to with this new information, because your brain can't keep up with how much more context there might be to it– Why did he sleep with her if she's with Jeonghan? And why did he look so happy in the photo if it meant nothing?

But tonight isn't about you, it's about Soonyoung and you've made a promise to him. So you tell Seungcheol, "I've gotta get back, Cheol–" the nickname slips out before you've censored yourself. Your face burns but you turn away quickly. "I- See you later."

The crowd is so close to you, just another step or two and you could be lost in the sea of half-familiar faces and probably get caught up in catching up with someone or the other. But if the crowd is close, then Seungcheol is closer to you. 

His hands are on your shoulders, warm heat invading your exposed arms pleasantly when he holds you back with that pained look of his. At this point, you're only partly grounded in your body, floating around when you hear Seungcheol's words to you. "I'm still in love with you, Y/N. Never stopped loving you, to be honest." 

That brings you back to earth with a jerk and you blink at him slowly. "I–" you start and then trail off. Then you start again, now that reality's starting to set again. "I feel the same. Obviously. I tried to move on but– ugh, I still love you." You feel Seungcheol's arm slide down to your elbows and then to find your hands, intertwining your fingers with his like he'd imagined doing ever since he got back to town.

"So we're good?" Seungcheol asks you, licking his lips with a small smile.

"Um, well, what do you mean by that because if– I mean, if we're friends–" You're trying to think of a way to state your thoughts in a self-respectful way when he leans in, lips brushing against your with a soft sigh. Your own breath hitches, especially when Seungcheol's hands come up to cup your face with a gentleness you forgot he could muster. He kisses you, sweet and soft, and when you pull away it's with a stupid grin.

He matches your grin, "Does that make things clear? We're not friends. I want to kiss your face and it would be great if you stopped pretending to date other men–"

The mention of fake-dating has you gasping loudly as you push Seungcheol away hastily, "Fuck, I'm supposed to be with–" You turn around and no doubt, everyone rushes to look away but you know the damage has been done when you hear scattered applause and whistles. The sight is heart-warming to you in a universe where you haven't just fucked up a plan. 

"I messed up big-time," you tell Seungcheol with an exasperated groan. 

The man regards you with thinly-concealed glee, "We kiss and make up but you're complaining because…?"

"Soonyoung! I was supposed to–"

Seungcheol doesn't do anything to help when he leans in to peck your lips again. You scowl at him, "What was that for?"

"Sorry, I just forgot what I was to you for a moment there, what with you going on about another man–"

"Cheol, I just confessed my love to you," you scold him but your ears turn pink, "And you're my boyfriend. So don't forget that. But right now, I need to go find my fake-boyfriend or I'll have blood on my hands–"

You're rushing to spot Soonyoung's head in the crowd when he suddenly appears, much closer than you'd anticipated, probably because he's heading right at you. You start to feel the guilt build up in your throat but then you see the grin he's sporting and the way he's skipping toward you. 

"Soonyoung," you call out, "I'm sorry–" you gesture toward Seungcheol vaguely, "I got a little caught up."

"Ahh, don't worry about it!" the boy chuckles lightly and then crosses his arms like he does when he has something to tell you, "I'm– The plan worked!"

"What?! It did? But I thought–?"

"Yeah, well, one part of the plan was to get you and Seungcheol together?" Soonyoung reminds you with a sly smile. You feel Seungcheol's arm around you as he pipes up, "It was???" You ignore how excited he sounds and narrow your eyes at Soonyoung, "Okay, but we clearly just ruined the whole act! What about–"

"Chaewon got jealous. And then when we spotted you and Seungcheol kissing, she was about to be really mad at you but I explained things to her… and then, she was mad at me but then… um, well, we, you know, kissed it out."

"Soonyoung!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together in relief, "That's great! We don't have to date anymore!" 

Soonyoung laughs at your phrasing but you're busy being wooed by the smitten smile on Seungcheol's face when squeezes your hand, muttering, "You all mine now?" 

– 

Cue star-gazing with Seungcheol. 

It was his idea, one he'd suggested out loud to you over the dinner that was also his idea, the candle between you flickering with your breathless agreement. You were in love with Seungcheol like you'd been for as long as you remember. The break-up, creeping up into your mind thanks to a combination of a lull in your relationship with him and doubts of whether there might be someone else for both of you, seemed like a faraway event already when you resumed your life with him.

"The stars are pretty, aren't they?"

You hum in agreement to Seungcheol, fiddling with his fingers. His laughter bleeds into your body, "You're not even looking up at the sky, baby."

You shift to lay down next to him. "I was!" you defend, "But then I got scared. The stars just make me feel so insignificant. And temporary." Your voice breaks a little, "I don't want temporary."

Seungcheol wraps around you, bringing your face up to his and watching you blink the tears out of yours. "Oh, doll, you're so precious," he huffs out, running a thumb under your eyes, "I love you. Fuck being temporary, okay? I'm going to be with you forever."

"You can't guarantee that though," you mumble out.

"I know I can't. Because I could die before you or like be abducted by the aliens when they inevitably come colonize us. We all know I'd be their first pick."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Y/N, we're still together, even after we broke up," he kisses your cheek to emphasize your togetherness, "We're in love, despite it all. And that seems solid enough to me, you know? The scariest part of going into a relationship is the possibility of separating. But if we've done it before, how bad can it be?"

"What if we break up again?"

"Then we'll figure something out," Seungcheol says, "I know we will. It might not be the same as always but I promise I'll always be a part of your life for as long as I can." 

You sniffle into his shoulder, "I love you. Can you please beg the aliens to take me with you?" 

Seungcheol's laughter resounds through you yet again, a hand brushing your hair lovingly. You were finally wearing your hair down again, and it might've something to do with the way he would find a way to slip the hairtie out of its place. It sits around his wrist now, worn-out but incredibly dear to him. 

"Of course, love, anything for you." 

–  

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

the seungcheol brainrot never stops <3 i hope i've done this seungcheol justice, given what he went through in jeonghan's fic lol... anyway, i'm thinking of writing another part where jeongcheol catch up or something?? may be an interesting collision of worlds... we'll see.

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wait syd and willow. carm low key didn’t give syd a chance to say yes, but willows in her little high chair watching her cook and explain how to cook it, and once she’s down baby willow baby claps

"Can you watch her? I'll be two seconds." Carmen ducks his head in, propping the carrier on the table, not waiting for Sydney's response.

"Chef, wait. I-I'm not-"

"-Thank you, Chef! I'll be right back!" Carmen shouts, bounding out of the empty kitchen.

Sydney blinked at the baby, the newest Berzatto. Of course Syd had been around Willow, thought she was cute and sweet, but it was always with you or Carmen around. Never alone. That was Tina's thing, maybe even Marcus', not Sydney's. She didn't know what to do with a baby, what to do if she started crying.

Thankfully, Willow seemed content, sucking on her pacifier and giving Sydney a wide eyed gaze back at her.

"Uh, hey, Willow." Sydney said, voice lilting just a tad in a cringe high octave. She shook her head, moving back to the prep, eyes flicking from the baby back to the onions.

Willow started to whimper, a huff of a whine that had Sydney's spine straightening. Fuck, where was Carmen? Or you?

"Hey, uh, no, no, no, don't cry." Sydney pleaded. Willow seemed to relax at her voice.

Sydney briefly recalled Carmen telling Tina and Richie that Willow really liked watching him cook. Liked when he explained the recipes to her, like she understood. That you'd tease him lightly, but she loved it.

Sydney took a deep breath in, lifting up the knife. Just talk to her like you would the chefs who shadowed.

"Um, so I'm prepping the vegetables." Sydney started, feeling a little awkward, a little silly. "We're doing the chaos menu tonight, and that has this lamb sirloin type thing, and we let it marinate in a stock." Sydney's eyes flashed to Willow, who watched her contently, eyes still bright and wide, focused on her.

"Hopefully it will be good, because sometimes I let it soak too long and Carmen- your dad, gets kinda mad. Not mad, I guess, more like frustrated? I dunno, lamb's difficult, ya know? Tender so you've got to be careful with it because it absorbs-"

Willow's tiny gurgle cut Sydney off. A happy giggle around her pacifier that turned to a coo, legs kicking out in excitement.

Sydney paused, grinning gently back at the baby. "Yeah, well, I mean, it is exciting. You're right. It's cool because we got the rainbow chard in, and I'm going to make this take on collard greens out of it to pair with it. I hope it pairs good. It did when I tried it the other day." Sydney smiled when Willow laughed, a baby cackle that had her laughing too.

"You like that? Well, you probably like hearing about it, but I don't think you'd like to eat it... Maybe? I dunno, do you eat foods like that or is it still like sweet potatoes and mashed peas?" Sydney hummed, cutting the onions quickly.

"She's gotten more adventurous, but still a few more weeks until she could have the chard." You hum from the doorway, beaming with the baby bag over your shoulder.

Sydney flushed in embarrassment. "Hey, I, uh, I just... Carmen put her in here, and-and she started crying so-"

You shook your head lightly, walking over to Willow's carrier. "She liked watching you cook. I swear, she's her Daddy's child. Looks just like him too. Like, how's that fair?" You snorted lightly, fingertip tracing down the slope of Willow's nose- Carmen's nose.

"Thanks for watching her, Syd." You smiled softly. "She likes you, ya know?"

"Oh, c'mon. I-I mean, she's super cool. Like very chill to cook with. Therapeutic." Sydney muttered, grinning at Willow gently.

"She is." You nod. "Can you believe her and Teddy are related?" You snort lightly.

Sydney laughs, shaking her head. Teddy was not allowed in the kitchen, not since she snatched Carmen's knife and chased Richie. Truthfully, Sydney was rooting for her and thought the timeout Carmen gave her was unfair.

"No, I mean... they're both good kids, ya know?" Sydney shrugged lightly.

"Yeah, they are." You hum lovingly, cooing gently down at Willow. "I'll take her to Carm's office, but thank you-"

"-Oh, you know, you can just leave her here with me if you want." Sydney offered. Your brows shot up in surprise, and truthfully, Sydney was surprised herself. "I mean, if you have something to do. I know you've gotta place the orders and stuff, so I can watch her while you do that."

"Are you sure?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah, no problem. I was just explaining lamb." Sydney joked. "It's kinda therapeutic, really."

"Told you." Carmen quipped, holding Teddy upside down, dodging her kicking feet and shrills. "Helps you work through recipes. Wills' gonna have a Michelin star by nine, just you wait."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. "Don't get her crazy, Berzatto. You're gonna deal with her." You glared at him, blushing at the grin he gave you, pressing a kiss to Teddy's cheek while she squirmed and giggled loudly.

You rolled your eyes lightly, thumb running over Willow's soft cheek. "I'll be in the office if you need me, alright? Thank you."

"No problem." Sydney smiled softly, watching you shut the door to the office muffling Teddy's screech. Sydney looked back over at Willow, putting the freshly chopped prep into the container. "Anyways, so now we gotta get the marinate going with the stock...."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I need arranged!reader to just be happy. with Bruce. Just enjoy the day or have fun.

Vienna was pastry heaven.

And stopped in a cafe, listening to the ebb and flow of gossip and watching you sip a sweet coffee and nibble on a pastry in the weak sunlight, Bruce nodded to himself.

You had his full attention- for once. It had been simple enough to steer paparazzi away. A wad of cash and a sharp word. No one wanted to be responsible for pissing him off. So now, he could watch you unobtrusively.

Green. You liked green. And you loved a pastry that had cream or chocolate ganache. Horses and good drawing pencils. You enjoy some rock music and tend to cringe at pop.

You're kind. And when you note children on their own you stay near by. Unobtrusively watchful until they're eturned to their designated adult. Interesting.

You don't interact. You just watch. And he can see you taking stock. Anyone that gets too close or looks a little too... suspicious.

He wonders why. But- he's not even entirely aware that you realize you're doing it. Only that you do. It's subtle. Only someone that really knew you could pick up on it- not that Bruce considered himself an expert.

Most people would see your sweet little smile and think that you were just watching a child and experiencing some mild baby fever. But. Bruce saw the tension. The way you shifted your focus quickly. Like you were taking a snapshot any time you sensed someone moving closer.

Interesting.

You were interesting. And he wished he would have cared about that a little sooner.

[psychspark]

It's just so indulgent now? 👀

okay okay okay okay so. I have a character that I'm currently doing a run of bg3 as, her name is Ashtyn. She's romancing Lae'zel. It's going great. She's an ancient historical figure in my personal dnd setting and her backstory quick style is that she was the first aasimar and Tiamat is SORT OF her mother and she introduced dragons to the material plane. her backstory is modified to fit better into bg3 but she's still like. Tiamat's daughter, basically, which to ME makes for some really juicy like. there's SPICE in certain interactions. Technically she is responsible for Wyll 1. losing an eye 2. being a warlock. Mizora shows up and is like 'hey girl hey'. Qudenos sees her in act one and is like "kin? you're kin?" Ashtyn's deal is that she just recently refused to be Tiamat's chosen anymore so it's a lot of her looking at the other companions like '?????? STOP PUTTING SO MUCH STOCK IN THE GODS THEY SUCK'. She's very awkward and cagey and lowkey evil and. I've been thinking about posting little vignettes about her and talking myself out of it because what if people think it's cringe

Anyway below the cut is an excerpt from that doc:

“Karlach. Keep an eye on him, would you? Oh – and Wyll? Don’t forget. Our pact still stands. And you,” Mizora turns to Ashtyn, eyes blazing curiously. “Your mother dearest asked me to pass on a message-” Mizora is cut off by the blood hunter’s wild lunge at her – she disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears a few feet away – Ashtyn didn’t even graze her. “Tut tut, I’d ask where you get that temper but I know already. Anyway, she wanted you to know she can help you with the tadpole if you would only ask.” Ashtyn’s chest heaves from the force of her breathing, smoke billowing uncontrolled from her nostrils. Seconds ago all eyes had been on Wyll but now she is the focus of the campsite. It takes her a second to realise that it’s not because of the smoke, but because of her wings. Her wings must have appeared when she lunged. Any sort of elemental disaster could erupt if she opens her mouth now, so Ashtyn keeps her lips sealed together and gives Mizora the most hateful look she can muster. Mizora laughs, and Ashtyn burns. “Oh pup, you’ve found the most exciting company. Ta-ta!” The devil vanishes. Wyll roars in despair, Karlach clearly yearns to hold him, and the rest stare at Ashtyn in varying states of awe and fear. Gale has already figured it out. “By the gods, you- your mother is-” “Do not speak her name.” Ashtyn snarls, lightning crackling past her lips as she does. She can’t control her body – her wings are still out. She’s been told her eyes are a wonder when she’s like this – flashing blue-green-white-red-black in an endless, random cycle. The fires of Avernus are reflected in them too, she knows. In the corner of her eye she sees Karlach looking at her – really looking, and sees fear and hate and betrayal there. Wyll, too, looks at her like she’s a monster. And Shadowheart. And Gale. All of them know what she is now. Not Lae’zel, though. Her eyes shine with unhidden respect. Perhaps that’s the worst of all – Ashtyn knows well the deal her mother made with Lae’zel’s people and Lae’zel’s own aspirations as well. Ashtyn wants her darling’s strong arms around her, whispering away Tiamat’s influence and threading a new purpose into her heart. Too overwhelmed to contemplate a sensible thing to say, Ashtyn spreads her wings and rockets into the sky, unable to endure the scrutiny she’s suddenly being held under.

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/766553534855593984/about-6301-i-hate-to-break-it-to-you-but-you-are

Man I witnessed one of these things in a tumblr JJK x reader community.

So the thing is that community was made by a BNF smut writer and someone asked that why people write only for like two women, Utahime and Shoko and that there's so few Mei Mei content. There were normal answers like "there aren't enough female charaers because of the genre (shonen) known made for teenage boys" and there were people like BNF who called OP a pedophile and a weirdo for liking a character who has a weird relationship with her young cousin. OP told the BNF that it's fine if they don't like the character but why do they keep commenting on OP's post. BNF was just "fuck you I can do whatever I want" and "lol you're braindead"

Then BNF posted something like "if you write smut about Yuuji, Megumi and any other minor while you're adult get the fuck out of here because you're disgusting and I'm sick of seeing them"

Also most smut writers age these characters up. These bullies are the main reason my best friend doesn't reblog any fic with Megumi.

It's just so stupid to call others disgusting things over fiction. And then they're surprised why we are the laughing stock of fandoms (not just because of "cringe" writing but because of hypocrites and antis)

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

[waxwings-burning]

blood // water [DAYBREAK] part one

He already wasn't sure how long he had been sitting in the dark.

Aiden had been focusing on his breathing since he had finished taking stock of his injuries, matching the lengths of his inhales and exhales, pausing between each. He thought it was quite possibly making it harder to keep track of time, but he knew that in his current position, trying to do so would only end up causing more distress. He needed to stay calm above anything else.

When he heard the key turning in the lock, and he opened his eyes without thinking - an action that he immediately regretted as even the flickering, warm light past the door made him wince. But then, a searing white-blue light blinded him completely. He blinked furiously as his eyes watered, on the edge of actual pain. Aiden tried in vain to track movement or discern shapes and found himself entirely unable to do so.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, Aiden. You'll get to enjoy that damp cot when you sleep tonight."

The sudden voice almost made him start, but he managed to suppress the motion. The sudden tension in his body was likely still noticeable, however, and he silently cursed. He still couldn't see. He heard someone moving within the cell, the sound of something being set down against the concrete floors.

It was a... familiar voice, and he wondered who had decided to come interrogate him now.

He grit his teeth, keeping his fragmented gaze in the direction that caused the least discomfort. It took a force of will not to rub at his eyes, as he knew that would only make it worse.

"I am rather proud of myself, actually." He said in a cold voice, though the effect might have been ruined slightly by the way his eyes were watering.

"It's not every day that someone is sold out by their own agency and still manages to cause half a million minimum in damages before being detained." He could hear the other man moving again, and he struggled to piece together what he was doing to no avail.

In response, the man turned on the next lantern and walked it to the back right corner, setting it down there.

"Having trouble adjusting to the light, Aiden?"

Aiden lips curled into a snarl, turning his face away as pressure seemed to build within eyes.

"Yes, as that is what tends to happen when one spends any notable amount of time complete darkness." He said through grit teeth.

"Twenty minutes is a notable amount of time?"

Aiden's shoulders tensed further. Only twenty minutes. He wasn't necessarily surprised, but it certainly wasn't reassuring. It had felt at least three times that length, and he was deeply uneasy at the thought of being left completely blind for any time considerably longer.

"I don't know, perhaps you should try it out yourself and get back to me." He said scathingly, shoving the fear down. "I'll be happy to wait."

The man just laughed, and Aiden tried not to cringe as another lantern clicked on - so bright it hurt even with his eyes squeezed shut. His hands curled into fists as he heard the man walking near him, and his entire body remained taut as a wire as he tried to discern the stranger's intentions.

He attempted to open his eyes even slightly after a moment and came to the immediate and regretful conclusion that this was not currently a possibility as his eyes began visibly watering once more. He said nothing, unwilling to give what he knew would be a reaction instead of response.

"I will need you to get off the cot soon. Unless you want me to guide you to where I want you, I suggest you start working on adjusting your eyes to the light."

"Do I look... as though I am not trying?" Aiden turned his face in the direction of the voice, eyes still screwed shut but expression one of incredulous disdain. "Do you think that I am in any way pleased about my inability to someone who intends to hurt me?"

"Well, maybe you need to try harder then."

Aiden's eyes opened into the barest slits as he heard the man passing him again, anger burning in his chest at the mocking advice. He was almost as angry at himself for trying to follow it, but that was more of a necessity than a choice. He could barely see anything with the degree to which he was squinting, but he could make out the man's vague outline as well as three burning splotches of light.

"How much damage have you been authorized to inflict?" Aiden kept his voice flat, but the question had an undercurrent of a genuine - if morbid - sort of curiosity. He supposed he was going to find out one way or another, but he intrigued as to what sort of boundaries had been drawn and how this man would operate within them.

There was a brief silence, and then he heard the man snort. When he spoke again, the warm humor laced in his voice made the back of Aiden's neck prickle in warning.

"There are no limits to what I could do to you, Aiden."

The fourth lantern flared to life, and Aiden recoiled almost imperceptibly from the words as much so as the searing light.

"You have ten seconds to move yourself to the center of the room, and if you are not there by ten I will move you myself."

He was hit with a sudden sense of wrongness, with an awareness that something here was very, very off. There was power in that tone, an assuredness that shouldn't have been present - and as Aiden tried to process the source the instinctual fear in his chest, he knew that he had missed something important. He tried to put the pieces together, tried to grasp an answer that he knew was just out of reach, but it was so hard to focus on much of anything besides the ache behind his eyes.

Aiden felt a cold sort of fury blossom once more in his chest at the order, though - at the arrogance with which it was given. He knew that in his current state, it would quite probably be possible for the man to move him against his will if he didn't comply. He knew that it would be in his best interest to do so. However, that didn't change the way it made his blood pound in his ears and hatred twist in his gut like a living thing. He opened his eyes once more into slits and rose stiffly, body protesting in vain as he did so, and he walked to where he had been told with his head held high and his eyes open as wide as he could.

He stopped in the center of the room, fists curled loosely at his sides, and stared the other man down with eyes that still couldn't quite see.

"Good."

Aiden's mouth thinned into a line at that response, and he took a breath as if to say something - and then went very, very still as he heard more than saw the man circle around to his back. He heard too the clanking of metal, and had to push down the fear he knew he should be feeling once more. He felt the man begin to fasten a heavy metal cuff to his injured arm, and his lips curled into a snarl. He wasn't going to try and run at the moment, true. That would be foolhardy to the point of reaching something beyond stupid. He wasn't going to attempt to seriously injure or fight this man either, for the same reasons.

But he was angry, he was scared, he was in pain, and he was more than happy to try and spread those feelings around.

As the man reached for his other arm, Aiden reacted, a motion that started off fluid if only from the ease of practice, the right side of his body twisting forward and his left leg swinging back to slam down on the man's foot. Usually, it would have been easy to pull off - but usually didn't take any part of Aiden's current reality into account. He lost his balance, failing to find the necessary purchase on either flesh or floor, and even as he struggled to right himself, he just really couldn't find it in himself to be less furious than surprised. The man caught him by his shirt to haul him back up, and then shoved him down to his knees.

The sudden tension on his injured shoulder as he was hauled upwards forced an involuntary hiss of air through Aiden's clenched teeth, and he hit the ground hard when he went. He was still as the shackles were secured the rest of the way; the tenuous control he had kept thus far over his breathing was now entirely lost. By the time he was one his knees and fully bound, his eyesight had returned enough to make out two rolls fabric on the floor. He glanced upwards as the man circled back around, hoping to finally be able to place him, and then -

Aiden's eyes widened as the man came into sight, a reaction he regretted even as he made it but had no power to stop. Several emotions flashed over his face in random succession, and he was too unnerved to hide them. His breathing was still coming harder from his failed attempt to struggle, but now, panic also lent it an almost ragged edge.

Disbelief. Anger. Hatred.

Fear.

James Kane was standing in front of him, and he was holding a knife.

@blooming-bruises

[radio-charlie]

It's a good call, for people to recalibrate what they think of as a mental health break. Inundations of the world's tragedies can be very overwhelming, especially for the young/vulnerable, but recuperation doesn't have to mean escapism. If lots of people keep doing that, evil wins. Many of us running away when we could have fought harder is why things are the way they are today. They are poised to get worse very quickly.

Here are some things that have proven to be good mental health breaks for me when I was wrestling with assorted horrors, sometimes at very close quarters.

Talk to a friend who shares your grief. It’s nice to talk to a friend who cares enough to listen, but one who really understands can hold you through it while you hold them too. This is a foundation of community. People bonding over pain, and the desire to do something about that pain. All of us trying to handle everything on our own has atomised our movements, and led us to put too much stock in internet relationships with people we do not even really know.

Create a space for yourself to rest, virtual or irl, that does not pretend your pain is non-existent or has no reason to exist. One that has instead formed a warm, loving, and kind world in close response to the pain. Sometimes I put on some suitable music/ambience, and then fantasize about turning into a (bear with me here) big tuxedo cat balloon that can go anywhere in the world and fly people away from danger. If you’re not big on visualising, you can write it out and make that world into anything you please. You’re not trying to forget that the tragedy is happening. Just allowing yourself a little dream where you can do more about it. My daydreams are often cringe. But well, I’m here to help however I can. Not to give telepaths an A24 film for free.

If you really need to avoid all related content for awhile, because you’re so at capacity that you’re developing aversion to the subject matter, by all means look at something else. Just make sure you are disciplined about keeping it temporary. Reading absolutely disgusting far-right stuff makes me want to hose my brain down. Sometimes I reach my limit, where anymore of that crap and I’ll go into a spiral. So I tell myself that for the next few hours, or the rest of the night, I’ll take a breather and just engage with nice, harmless things. And then the next day it’s back to the fight. That is how you prevent your mental health break from turning into an ostrich looking to bury their head in the sand.

Remember that this is more a marathon than it is a sprint, treat your break as a gatorade and sandwich one, not a year-long vacation, and don't ever forget: you're not in this alone!

Good luck comrade.

i think anyone who is genuinely worried about their mental health bc of the situation in gaza probably needs to reformat their way of thinking about it. the answer is not to take a “mental health break” where you pretend whats happening in gaza doesnt exist and stop being vocal and refuse to hear people around you who are vocal. the way to do that “mental health break” much more effectively and not selfishly would be to remove yourself from constant streams of idiotic and/or murderously evil people. stop watching tiktok debates. stop reading genocidal reddit comments and news articles from sources you KNOW want palestine dead. stop putting the focus on the murderers and keep your attention on sympathy and love for the murdered, on hope and optimism (even if naive) and activism to do your part in making things better. dont get me wrong the murderers still need to be dealt with but if you as an individual feel like you’re getting too overwhelmed with despair to be helpful, the answer is to shift your focus away from those causing the despair, not to ignore and abandon those who have to actually live through it.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

OKAY HERES A PROMPTT!! bffs to lovers. yn has a crush on levi!!

yn: “Somebody said, if you want to save(?) the moment, you should totally kiss”

PLEASE MAKE LEVI REACT TO IT 😚😚😚

i literally just saw this post on my dash and then not 1 minute later its in my asks LMAO A;LSDKJFKSD

Save the Moment | Modern!AU Fluff Drabble

✧ word count ➼ ~550 ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, mutual pining, bff!levi

The cold, winter air stung on your skin as you leaned over the railing looking into the river, the hum of people chattering and children running around lost in the background of the carnival behind you.

Levi hated these things, but he knew that you loved them and that was enough to get him to drag himself out here.

He hated seeing you stressed, but he knew that he was really the only one that knew how to alleviate it. Having known you since childhood and being your only reliable friend throughout the years, he did feel privileged enough to say that only he was really able to help you truly feel better.

That didn't mean that his hangouts with you were flawless however. Ever since arriving to this local carnival, problems began appearing non-stop. At first you lost your tickets, then every ride you were interested in either had stupidly long lines or were under service, every game that you played ended horribly, and any food you wanted to buy was out of stock. It seemed his plan to get you to destress was backfiring.

He leaned his back on the railing next to you, quietly watching you.

"Sorry this day has been just one shitshow after another," he muttered.

"Yeah," you said with a chuckle. "It really has."

You looked down at the river, your eyes following the tracks on the surface that the ice-skaters during the day had left.

"You know," you spoke up again. "I once heard somebody say 'if you want to save the moment, you should totally kiss'."

Upon Levi's lack of a response, you suddenly realized the implication of what you said, your face flaring up in response.

You glanced over at him and noticed that his body posture had also somewhat tensed.

"Then should we?"

You were not expecting that response.

"Wh-What?!" you shouted unintentionally, internally cringing at how loud you suddenly became.

You glanced over at him and saw that he was looking at you.

"What?" Levi asked, as if he didn't understand why you were reacting the way that you were.

You turned away from him again as your face continued to heat up.

A subtle smirk appeared on his face as he saw how bashful you suddenly got and you immediately frowned when you turned back to him and saw his expression.

"You're a dick."

"Am I?" he asked, tilting his head at you, clearly amused by this interaction.

As aloof as the both of you were, you'd both be lying if you said that you were only best friends. Sure, it might have started off that way, but there was no doubt that it had evolved into something else throughout the years, although you couldn't quite pinpoint what it was yet.

Levi looked away at you and back towards the shitshow that was called the carnival in front of him. He didn't know what was going on between the two of you either, but it didn't matter to him at this point.

All he could think about was that he should take you on these outings more often—and maybe one day follow through with your not-so-innocent comment.

A/N: i have delivered as promised!!!! also now i rly want more carnival levi oneshots/drabbles :(

[kamyru]

Her Love in the Force: The unbearable lightness of love (All characters) (Shorts)

Author's note: I enjoyed writing it so much that I couldn't stop myself from posting it, even if I officially return only in the middle of February. Hope this little piece of love will make you a little bit happier. Take care of you and the precious people around you. Sending love to you all. ❤️

MC moved for the nth time from one side to another. For a second, she stopped breathing to hear the breaths of the person near her. A grin of relief appeared on her face when the man near her exhaled. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks getting hotter, and a big smile appeared on her face. MC knew what position would help her fall asleep. Though, before getting close to the person near her, she felt the urge to find the answers to the question that popped in her mind a moment ago.

Jin Namba

Before MC could say anything, she felt how she was dragged closer to her sleeping husband. When she turned to look at him, she could see how his eyes were still shut. She muffled a soft chuckle and started to call him by his name. When she got no answer, MC whispered against his chest.

"Sometimes, I have no idea what to do with all my love for you. It is so much and strong that I know that I won't ever know how to show it to you. You lived for longer than me, and I sometimes wonder if you found the answer to this problem, if you know how to let me know what is buried deep inside you. Wait for me till I find the answer, and believe me that I have no idea how to make you understand what a pleasurable pain my love for you causes to my fragile heart."

MC nuzzled against him and hugged him tighter. Suddenly, her hug was returned with more strength.

"I also don't know how to show you till what extent I adore you. So please, be patient with me," Jin whispered in her hair.

Hideki Ishigami

"What are you thinking about?" Hideki asked before MC could start talking. Unknown to him, he scared away the romantic question she was about to ask. MC's cheeks colored in red, and she giggled uncontrollably. In a second, she rolled on top of him.

"Did I wake you up?" she asked with her ear against his chest.

"No. I can't sleep if you're not against me," Hideki whispered while resting his hand on her waist.

That was the moment when the love MC held for him won, and the words she wanted to say reappeared on her lips.

"Do you ever think that you love someone so much that you have to show it to them, and this feeling stops you from doing anything else, but you also know that the feelings you have for that person are so strong that you won't ever be able to show them entirely, but can't hide them either? So you live with a pleasurable pain in your chest and an unlimited stock of warmness for them?"

For a moment, Ishigami fell silent. Though, the next moment, MC's entire body was shaken by the hearty laugh that escaped the man's lips.

"Of course, I know. I still have no idea how I survived the day we married. I was so happy and in love that it hurt."

MC smiled against his neck. She felt his husband's lips pressed against the top of her head. For the rest of the night, they both had peaceful expressions on their faces.

Hyogo Kaga

He wasn't asleep. When MC stopped breathing, he heard it. He also heard how her breaths changed the moment she smiled. Though, it made him only frown. He wanted to feel her against his chest. What made her move so much that night?

"Hyogo," he heard a whisper. After he didn't answer, she tried again, but louder. In response, he only groaned. "Do you ever feel like you love someone so much that you can't contain your love and have no idea how to show it, so you just want to hug them as hard as possible and nuzzle your nose in them, to feel them all over you and wait till the pleasurable pain in your chest goes away?"

Before she finished her speech, Kaga was already wide awake. He was jealous. He felt so envious that MC could express what he felt every single day for her, while he couldn't even say "I love you" without cringing. But that was the high time to remind her how important she was for him.

"Yes. Every second of every hour of every day. When you are far away or in the closest proximity."

He fell silent. It was the closest he could get to be honest about his feelings. Again, he could hear the smile in MC's breaths. But this time, Kaga smiled too.

A heavy arm fell on MC's chest. This time Kaga wouldn't let her change her position, not after she woke up the unbearable love he held for her. In a second, her entire body was pressed against his chest. A long kiss that lasted for the entire night fell on her shoulder.

Shusuke Soma

"What is it, my love?" Soma asked when he heard MC's loud breath.

"You know more about love than me. Can I ask you a question?"

Shusuke chuckled. He didn't know more about love than MC. She was the love of his life, and it was for the first time he felt like this. Nonetheless, he wanted to know what was in her mind at that hour. So, he hummed as an answer, waiting for her to start talking.

"How can you express that feeling of love when you are ready to die here and there for the person in front of you? Though, it's not because you will sacrifice your life for them. It's because you want to live for them. You know that all the time in the world combined with all the declarations of love won't be enough to express your feelings. So, you suffer beautifully, trying to show at least the millionth part of your love. Do you know?"

Shusuke took MC's face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I have no idea how to show you that you're the most important person in my life," he placed a kiss on her eyelids. "I have no idea how to make you understand that I want to feel every single part of your existence, to be able to understand you better," he kissed her cheeks. "I want to find a way to show every millimeter of you that you are more precious than the entire world," Shusuke captured her lips. After he parted and let her breathe, he finally said the only words that could show her the smallest part of his feeling for her. "I love you."

He was ready to say these words to every single part of her body, again and again, till even her toe could repeat them. But he knew that it wouldn't be possible because the universe's life would be too short to let her know how strong his love for her was.

Takaomi Tsugaru

"Are you thinking about how much do you love me?" Tsugaru asked, grinning.

MC rolled her eyes. He wasn't wrong, but she knew that he was messing with her. Why not tease him too? And she knew how to do it.

"Yes. I sometimes stop functioning because I love you so much that it shows in every single thing I do. You are so important to me that I can't live if I don't remember that I love you more than I will ever be able to show or tell. It keeps me away from doing what I have to do, and all I can hope is that you understand this, in both professional and personal fields."

Tsugaru felt the urge to run away, but the love MC was talking about held him in place. The only thing he could do was to sit on the edge of the bed and take his face in his hands. MC giggle after seeing her boyfriend in such a state. That sound made his heart beat even faster. Little Hare pressed herself against his back, nuzzling her nose.

"You have no idea what you are doing with my poor heart," Tsugaru finally whispered.

"The same thing you're doing with mine."

"No. I love you more."

MC didn't contradict him. She fought so much to achieve this happiness that she didn't want to push it away. So, she hugged him even tighter. Tsugaru's jaw clenched. Closing his eyes, he escaped her hug for a second only to fall on her the next moment. He had no idea what he was doing, but the unconscious 'I love you's whispered against her skin showed a part of his feeling for her.

Seiji Goto

"You're so perfect that I have no idea how to make you understand it. Every time I look at you, my heart grows tenfold. Sometimes I think that I'll explode and won't be able to return to you the feeling you buried inside of me. You make me so happy that I become sad that I can't show it all to you. I don't know a way to make you understand how important you are for me."

MC knew that Seiji was a heavy sleeper. That was the main reason why she said all of this. At the same time, she had no idea what her voice could do to him. It was the same effect his look had on her. Her tomorrow-to-be husband was wide awake before her lips parted. She talked so fast and emotionally that he couldn't stop her.

"I intended not to cry tomorrow. Why are you making me cry today? When you walk down the aisle to me, I'll remember what you said today, and I'll be a mess. Subaru won't ever let it go," he mumbled, trying hard to hide his sniffles.

"I love you, Seiji. I love you very, very, very much," MC repeated again and again.

At first, Seiji wanted to stop her. Though with every declaration of love she made to him, his lips were closer to repeating her words. He knew that he had to look fantastic for his soon-to-be wonderful wife. Though, he also knew that all the words in the world wouldn't ever be enough to express his love for her.

Ayumu Shinonome

The dream that made his heart beat faster and reddened his cheeks ended when he heard his name yelled in a whisper. Ayumu sighed, understanding that the person he married in his dream was the same one who woke him up. Of course, he was happy to see his long-term girlfriend well enough to have the energy to talk in the middle of the night. However, it made him remember that he had to show his feelings to marry her, and it wasn't an easily ignored step.

"Do you ever feel that you love someone till it pains your chest? A very painful pain that keeps you motionless. And the only way to get rid of it is to hug the person for whom these feelings are? It's not a bad pain. It makes you happy. But also sad, because you understand that you are too weak to be able to hold and express it, so you hope that the person near you understands it?"

MC had no idea if her boyfriend heard her or was asleep. She just wanted to let him know that it was what she felt for him. She knew that Ayumu loved to hear her expressing her feeling, even if he didn't show it.

"No. I have no idea what you are talking about," Ayumu answered, letting his arm fall on MC. The second one came from underneath her. The next moment, MC was pressed against him in the tightest hug he had ever given her.

'Of course, I know how it feels. Otherwise, why did I buy that damn ring two months ago?' Ayumu said to himself while drowning in her smell. He promised to himself that he would gather his courage sooner. The feelings for her were deeper than the fear and the cringe.

Toru Kurosawa

MC looked at her boyfriend, sleeping soundly. A soft smile appeared on her lips. Toru looked more peaceful than ever. Though, her heart wasn't as calm as him. It beat harder and harder, giving MC no choice but to vocalize her feelings.

"I love you more than I can express. With every smile and laugh you let out, my feelings for you only deepen. I fell so hard that I lost all the fear of being hurt. I don't care what happens to me. All I want is to see that you're happier than ever. I want to be a part of your happiness because you are my happiness. You make me so happy that it hurts. My heart can't take so many feelings. I am afraid it will explode one day. And even if I tell you how much I love you, I know that it's not enough."

Before she could continue her speech, Toru placed his palm against her lips. The next moment, his lips touched his fingers. His other hand caressed her so softly that it made MC shiver.

"I know that I have no right to make you feel like this. I know that I don't deserve the smallest part of your feelings. That is why I don't want to kiss you right now. The lips that let out such words are too pure and precious for me. I don't want you to explode because of your love for me. But let me do it for you. Let me suffer more with every second that pasts because of the love that grows faster than the light."

His lips were trembling. His voice showed how overwhelmed he was. Even his eyes teared.

"Please, let yourself be loved just like you deserved," MC whispered and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Toru's hands tighten around her. He didn't want to let her go. He was afraid to let her go, even if he didn't think he deserved her. He wanted to merit her. So, he made a silent promise to become the best partner possible. To make her as happy as she deserved to be.

[black-coffee-and-sugar]

What the actual fuck

i had to sit with my thoughts on 6x18 for a while. you know every time i tell myself 'this is the worst episode' the sg writers say 'hold my beer'. this is the final season i can count all the genuinely good episodes on one hand with 3 fingers to spare. it's honestly so sad. the premiere injected me with so much promise, the phantom zone storyline was supposed to be the chance to explore kara as her own damn character again, 6b was going to give us all our endgames and the unity between the super friends that we've been robbed of for the past few seasons. but they have literally given us anything but that. for instance in this episode:

- started in such a strange place i actually had to check to make sure i didn't miss something

- cringe cringe cringe. why are the effects so bad

- fight scenes are so terribly choreographed. fire whoever is responsible

- william trusting otis with intel. super friends trusting the intel. especially lena. like come on, you should know otis better than the others and his relationship with your brother. you didn't think it was in the least bit suspect? the fuck happened to you lena???

- given how incompetent the super friends have been this entire season, im actually shocked that they managed to get those totems from nyxly

- nyxly's truth totem test used to further her contrived romance with lex and just like that, nyxly has ceased to exist as her own character. i was genuinely enjoying her as a villain up until this point

- andrea is actually not a nice person but i blame the writers for making her such a mean girl cut out instead of a complex, morally grey character. there's no actual motivation for her behaviour. her stock characterization, one dimensionality, one minute scenes this season is such a poor way to handle her. the only revelance she served was in 5x06 and i had hoped that they would spend more time with her as acrata and developing her friendship with lena, especially while lena was separated from kara and the super friends. but no, they didn't do that and im so irritated by this

- can't believe im saying this but william wasn't wrong with what he said to andrea. he wasn't. but he should just quit catco and go home. why isn't that an option?

- lena giving andrea solid advice. you know what that is? GROWTH

- idk how publishing lex's journals really does anything for catco or tainting lex's public image. if the trial didn't, the trial where he pretty much said "yes I wanted to mind control the world, what of it?" didn't convince the world he's evil and crazy, nothing will

- one of the most unbelievable things is that cat grant exists on earth prime and she's apparently quite fine with how catco, her baby, is a joke now

- alex cannot and does not understand kara's lived experience. "i was there" god y'all have no idea how that triggered me

- alex literally has two character traits: asshole cop and supportive sister. her reaction to kara's very reasonable suggestion about helping esme with her powers. is it a bad thing to use training wheels when you're learning how to properly ride a bike? the child doesn't know how to control her powers and it's overwhelming for her. taking steps to help manage that does not have to equate hiding and suppressing. it's just easing her into it while she learns control. like wtf was this scene

- kara apologized too why?

- lex getting all this character growth in these past 2 episodes is also triggering

- the way lex and nyxly are getting all this development and screentime when your MAIN CHARACTER GETS NOTHING

- lena on comms. Ooooh westallen vibes

- loving these kara and space dad scenes we've been getting recently

- brainia wtf. the crimes committed to this couple are UNENDING

- im assuming nia can't go to the future because she has a descendant there and this will basically become the same situation amaya was in on legends

- lena's little hip sway came too late in the episode to keep me invested

- but also can we take a minute to appreciate how hot everyone was looking this episode? even william

- william is allegedly "friends" with superheroes so my big question is, why wouldn't you call them instead of picking up a knife? you mean to tell me that the tower doesn't have a panic room or something? some internal lockdown sequence that is manual and therefore cannot be remotely disabled? is this a joke?

- i tried putting on my phone's video and putting it in perfect frame in 0.1 secs like william and it was not physically possible

- lex is an asshole yes but even him killing william made zero sense narratively

- andrea will be forever traumatized because she got william killed and you know what? im not even mad about that

- what does upset me is that william's death was not impactful. i think about tommy merlyn dying in arrow S1 or stein in legends S3 and how those deaths greatly impacted the main characters and the even the audience. but william's death did...nothing. even the super friends reaction to seeing him there on the floor bleeding out was...benign. it wasn't sad, it was stupid and unnecessary. but it fits the theme of them killing POC characters

- the bachelorette party lasted all of 2 minutes and honestly the episode should've ended there

- but also thinking about how short the party was, the lack of intimacy we saw from dansen and i am reminded that the cw is not interested in giving us real representation. don't let them fool you into thinking otherwise

- would also like to point out that all the couples were standing next to each other and it's very homophobic that supercorp and dansen were not grinding on their partners

- is it weird to have your dad at your bachelorette party? feels like it would be. honestly would've made sense for j'onn and eliza to babysit esme but no, they just had to get william involved and try (fail) to give him a "hero's death"

so what i gathered from this episode is no brainia, probably no supercorp, idk what is happening with andrea, lex and nyxly have become our main couple and that the super friends (comprised of a martian, kryptonian, 12th level intellect, dream energy wielding badass, genius billionaire/witch and 2 skilled vigilantes) need 2 men from the future and calvintown's paper editor to help them fight the big bads.

what the actual fuck

[notapplicableinformation]

Oh yeah, that's completely understandable- I can imagine the prospect of "extra lore" that doesn't have relevance to the main plot can be quite annoying if you don't care enough about it-

Okay that's....A bit unserviceable in my opinion, I don't see how it comes across as something "with no research into it"...And keep in mind this is a fictional Mario game- And I honestly don't really see the game being offensive or harmful in any way, at least in the narrative aspect- But it's a fair take- Is there anything specific that made you think the writing was "stock" and daresay cringe? It's....Simple, yes, but also quite concise in my eyes- Or was it the fact they used quite a typical stereotype of star-crossed lovers? Just to be clear, this isn't me trying to force any different opinions in any way, I'm genuinely just very curious to hear an opposing side of the spectrum, it's not something I get the opportunity to ask about a lot-

The..."Dark equals Evil" never stuck out at all as the symbolism I was referring to...It's actually quite an unsupported takeaway in my eyes- I'd actually like to enquire where that idea came from, if you'd be willing to elaborate- To me, it's more the aspects of "Love" and "Sacrifice" which I feel could be elaborated on to essay length, (Which it has been a few times now, an excellent essay I've seen would be "How to love when you're going to die" on YouTube) using methods of juxtaposition, insight to characterisation and thematic ties, but as said, if you're not really willing to hear it then fair enough, no matter what anyone says, it'll probably just come across as surface level to you. :)

Well, one way that I could potentially agree with your viewpoint would be through the idea that the Count has been lying to his minions the whole time, and the fact they aren't aware they aren't getting the happy ending they were promised, so it's unjustified they'd support the Count for a happy ending, especially as in this case, the minions certainly look more like they joined Bleck not to support his cause, but to get perfect worlds, which stains the mood potentially....But on the other hand, there is quite a lot of implication that the count and the minions do actively care about each other beyond the motive of a perfect existence. Yes...Some of this nature is found in the extra lore dump, but I do feel some of it IS implicit in the cutscenes themselves, but I've gone on a tangent enough- Yes, I don't particularly like the fact the Count never actually admits he lied to the minions, but in hindsight, I don't really think it would have changed all that much. The minions probably already figured Bleck was lying by this point in any case-

And with Bleck, his "paradise" from an objective point of view, I certainly agree is unwarranted from the scope of his actions, but thematically, I certainly do think it does work- I'd be more than happy to elaborate on my own perspectives if you wanted me to, but I'm afraid I'm already coming across as hostile with such an elongated response when in reality, I'm really just curious to talk about an opposing perspective!-

Though if there is one thing I'm not even going to argue about: This game is weird. Surface level perspective or the deep waters perspective, yeah this game doesn't feel like a Nintendo one- To me, it's what makes the game special, to another, it might be a reason to burn it alive.

Well...if this game didn't do it for you, I'm pretty sure there are some other games that did! As I said, the partners for me in TTYD never spoke to me and felt more plain than anything to me, even with discussion and attempt to see other discussions, I never brought myself to care about them, while all I hear is unanimous appraisal for them most of the time-

Anyway, I hope you have a good day! :)

Am I the only one who thinks the Super Paper Mario story wasn’t that deep?

Also felt Blumiere got off too easy for mass attempted murder suicide

Did not empathize with Natasha’s crush at all there…

I enjoyed the game, loved the afterlife chapters, but a lot of execution. fell flat for me.

[penname-artist]

Some thoughts! (By the way yes I know it's like, 1:30 AM but also I think I maybe finally found the culprit of the weird night sounds, and it literally might be several things so I'm ruling out some easy stuff first. Fingers crossed!)

So...I try not to talk about things like my exact traumas anymore, for a very good reason. A very long long list of specific hard lessons learned kind of reason. Anyways, for that reason I'm not saying anything about The Trauma, but rather talking around it, because today/tonight something very very interesting happened. And I really just thought some people may need to hear this.

I was speaking with a friend tonight, and we go way back. Waaay back. They were a very important part of my life while I went through one very old and very buried situation. And, that situation resurfaced in conversation today. For the first time in a good while. It has been a bit, let me tell you, I truly have not thought about it or spoken about it that intensely in years.

And two things happened in response to that discussion. The first is that I proved to myself that the situation itself is beyond me. They offered if I wanted to see where they were now in a ways, a sort of closure if you will. I declined. Though I am beyond certain that a younger me would have jumped on the chance to know, the me now knows that I don't need it, and I never will. I made my own closure over that aspect of my life, and it does not need someone else to confirm it.

The second thing I did was cry.

Because I do still care. And it does still hurt. And I do still wish that this one old part of my life hadn't had to end in the ways that it all did. Really, if I had known then what I know today, it probably never would have happened. But the past is the past; I picked up what pieces I had left, and I rebuilt the rest from the ground up. I did that, that was all me. And that's the thing I think more people should get to hear.

Trauma does not make you stronger.

You do.

It's not about what happens to you, it is about what you choose to do after that. The moves you make. Trauma is coming to get us no matter what, and we don't know what's gonna hit us where. The thing that counts the most is how we choose to take it, are we going to let it turn us into monsters or are we going to pick it up and acknowledge it and better ourselves?

And yes, that goes for trauma that you caused yourself. That goes for things in your past that you sure as all hell are not fucking proud of. Acknowledging that you're not proud of it is half the battle, and the other half is changing and moving on. People can teach you how to forgive yourself, but you still have to do it.

And I finally realized that I did. I did that. Or, more specifically I didn't; I didn't break my promise anymore, and I didn't lean back onto my unhealthy habits. I stopped ingesting the poison myself and expecting the other person to drop dead. I took stock of myself, I cut out and grew in new parts of me that I never had before, or could never get better while keeping on me. That wasn't something I was "just taught", I had to learn that shit myself, and I went to the school of hard knocks to do it.

And I'm still growing, certainly. There's more to trim and more to cater to, things a wiser version of me even further down the line will be cringing about from today. But I know I've grown from the place I came from. I know I've changed. And I know I don't need someone else's validation to say that, because I can see that change myself, in myself, of myself, for myself. It's written out across eight books for me to gawk at and go

"wow I really used to say that?"

(insert your old man McQueen joke here)

So yeah. Just some bittersweet thoughts tonight. Missing things a little and feeling sad about it, yes, but also I'm...happy. I'm satisfied. It hurts, but it's over. And it was so important. It was so important. Without the steps that I took to becoming what I am, from that, I never would have met the people I know now. Never would have made the server I've got, never would have even tried. I've come a very long ways in just a few short years. But, that's just my story. :)

[manyimagines00]

Mommy pleaseee

Contains: Mommy kink, vibrators, pegging, semi-exhibitionism, older Sean, no powers au.

Disclaimer: This is two years after everything has happened. So Sean is 20.

"This is so embarrassing!" Sean cries out from the bathroom. He comes out, he's wearing cute kitty stockings, a baby blue oversized sweater and he has blush on his face. Adding on to his already red face.

"You look great honey!"

You cry out he folds his arms. He looks away.

"What if my dad and my brother come home?"

"Then we'll just be quiet."

You giggle as he looks at you in disbelief. How did this happen?

**An hour ago***

Sean? You ask from the couch. He's in the kitchen getting juice. You fiddle with your fingers. Very embarrassed to propose the idea.

"What is it."

He sits down. He notices your demeanour and he looks worried.

"You ok?"

"Umm... Well.. I want to..." You get nervous you don't want to say.

"Come on just say it I won't get mad." You breathe in and out.

"I-I want to tr-try something new... During sex... If that's ok."

"Sure? What is it?"

"Don't laugh at me okay?"

He chuckled before nodding. Wondering why you were so nervous.

"I uh want to your dommy mommy."

You bury your face in your hands feeling embarrassed. You feel a touch on your shoulder.

"How... Does it uh work?"

I took out my phone and showed him the meaning. He looked nervous but he nodded.

"Don't do it if you're not comfortable Sean..."

"N-No it's okay..."

"Alright then..."

We moved from the couch to Sean's room. He sat down on the couch. While I look through my clothes. Trying to find something cute.

"Here."

You pass them to him. He nods slowly and walks to the bathroom. You wait for a little bit until you hear:

"This is so embarrassing!" Sean cries out from the bathroom. He comes out, he's wearing cute kitty stockings, a baby blue oversized sweater and he has blush on his face. Adding on to his already red face.

"You look, great honey!"

You cry out as he folds his arms and looks away.

"What if my dad and brother come home?"

"Then we'll just have to be quiet."

You giggle as he looks at you in disbelief.

"Come on Sean they won't be here for a long time."

"Fine..."

He lays down on the bed. You can't contain your excitement. He looks so cute like that you just want to ruin him.

You caress his face. He melts under your touch. You suck on his neck and he moans softly.

He was always a sensitive person and now you were using it against him. You move to his collarbone and suck there.

He moans louder and you focus there. You tease his nipple and suck the other one. He bites on his lips to keep quiet.

"I want to hear Sean... You're pretty voice..."

He stops biting and he lets out a beautiful moan. You feel yourself getting wet and wetter.

He trembles and then he sighs. You already know that he came.

"Need a minute?"

"Y-Yeah just a minute..."

You giggle at his response. He stays there for a while breathing heavily.

"M-Mommy?"

You look at him and you can see him cringing. Your face gets red, you didn't expect him to go all the way.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you uh touch me here?"

He points at his cock. You flip the sweater his blue underwear having a stain.

You remove the underwear and you hold his dick. He flinched from the contact.

"Pl-Please suck it..."

"Of course."

You press your mouth to his cock. He closes his eyes as the whimpers come from his mouth. You bob your head and fondle with his balls.

He tugs on your hair and you feel proud knowing he's like this because of you. You move the tip and he comes.

You suck all his cum and he breathes heavily again.

"You're so cute like that Sean."

You move to his lips and make him taste himself. He doesn't look disgusted he keeps going on. You're warm tongues touching each other. You part away from the kiss a string of saliva there slowly breaking.

You take out the lube and the purple vibrator. You put some on your hands and you rub against his tight fleshy asshole.

He flinches from the touch.

"What ar-are you doing?"

"Opening you up. Don't worry I won't hurt you."

He sighs and you put the vibrator in. It's the first time he's putting something in there so you want to be careful.

You switch it on and he jerks his body. His cock throbbing.

"How does it feel Sean?"

"It... Feels good m-mo-mommy..."

You switch the intensity on and he grips the bedsheets.

"Shit! So good! So goood!"

You stroke his length up and down. He experiences so much stimulation at once it's hard to last long.

Soon he comes once again staining the baby blue sweater. You pull the vibrator out and you hear a whine.

"Pl-Please don't take it ou-out!"

You put it back in and you keep changing it from slow to fast. Completely overstimming him, he whines.

"Please mommy! I-I'm so close!"

"Ok, I'll stop teasing you." You coo and you put it to the highest setting. He lets out a sexy moan as the cum leaks down his cock. He breathes in and out, he has small tears from the stimulation.

But you're not done yet. You give him a minute before taking out the vibrator. You lube up the pink dildo before pounding him with it.

His legs on your shoulders while you give him a sloppy kiss. Just then the front door opens.

"Sean! We're home!"

Shouts Sean's 13 years old brother. Sean panics he doesn't get caught in a vulnerable situation like this.

"Y/n... They're home! Get off."

"Nope."

You keep roughly pounding him and he can't keep his voice down. It makes you horny to see him trying to be quiet.

"Sean? Can I come in?"

His sweet father asks knocking on the door. Sean curses under his breath.

"N-No!"

"Hmm? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine! Just give me fi-five minutes!"

"Are you sure your okay?"

"F-Fuck... Dad, I'm fi-fine! Just wait!"

Sean holds his hand over his mouth. The dildo roughly hits his sensitive spot. It feels so good he wants to scream.

"Mommy... Please... Get off...!"

"Just be quiet Sean... They won't know."

Sean's eyes roll back as he comes. You stop as well as you orgasm. You both feel amazing, he can't keep his eyes open and you pull out. The room smells like a mix of things.

"Sean. I'm coming in."

Fuck.

[itsallyscorner]

Hi Ally! Can I request a seb x reader with an age gap where the reader is sick all the time and he's always taking cara of her doing everything in his power to make her feel better? Only if you're up for it. Thank youuu

Hellooo lovely! Thank you sm for the request, I appreciate it! Sick fics make me so soft, I have no idea why. I hope you like it!🥰

💌.

Doctor Stan

You had the worse immune system ever. You were healthy but when it came to your body defending yourself from a fever or the flu, your immune system was out the door. Literally everyone who knows you knew you were bound to get sick at any moment. Whether it was catching a fever, some sniffles, or a sore throat, you were going to catch something. Knowing that you could easily catch a cold, your friends and family were very protective and caring towards you. Especially your other half, Sebastian.

Even since you guys started dating, Sebastian was always there to take care of you. From staying over at your house to helping you go to the bathroom, he did everything in his power to make you feel better.

It started off as a sniffle. Did you think it would get worse? No, but knowing you, you should have. Earlier that day you and Sebastian decided to have breakfast at a cafe near your apartment and ended up going to Central Park for a nice stroll and some sightseeing. The weather was nice so instead of wearing a jacket you pulled on a light cardigan. When you guys got back home you decided to take a nap, tired from your guys’ morning outing.

You woke up with a pounding headache. You moved to stretch your body out but stopped when you felt your limbs aching. Turning over to check the time on your phone, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as the covers slid down your back. Groaning, you realized that the sheets were moist with your sweat. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you moved to sit up so you can change into something more comfier.

“Baby, you’re up! I was thinking that we should go out for dinner tonight since the weather is—,” Sebastian stopped talking as soon as he saw you slouching on the bed rubbing your temples.

“Oh, honey. I told you to wear a jacket instead of that cardigan.” He softly scolded as he approached the bed to kneel in front of you. Looking up at you he could see a pout on your lips and your nose was scrunched up. He found your disheveled state adorable even if you were sick and had bed head.

“I know, but I thought my body could’ve taken it.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around you to stop the shivering. Sebastian immediately noticed and began to run his hands on your arms to generate some heat.

“Were you going to change?” He asked as he continued his motions. You nodded and moved to get up but was gently pushed back onto the bed by him.

“Stay here. I’ll get you some of my clothes and a rag to wipe you down.” He explained before pressing a kiss to your warm temple. Sebastian was already used to you getting sick and knew there was a routine. For comfort, one of the things you always wanted were his clothes. An oversized shirt and one of his sweatpants did the job with a pair of fluffy socks. He also wiped your body down with a rag to keep you warm and clean you up. The rag thing was something his mother used to do when he was sick and he remembered that he would somewhat feel a bit better after it. He also remembers your mom mentioning it when he asked her about ways he can help you when you were sick.

After he got some of his clothes out and a wet rag from the bathroom he found you cuddling his pillow and sleeping again. A small smile makes it way onto his lips but then he remembers the task at hand. He didn’t want to wake you up so he carefully wiped your forehead with the rag. He continues to remove your clothes, being careful to not expose your skin to the air so much. He moves quickly and soon you’re dressed in his clothes.

“We should tie your hair up.” He hums to himself as he goes through the nightstand for a hair tie. He grabs a comb and gently brushes your hair away from your face, gathering it together in a low pony. The action caused you to stir in your sleep.

“Sebby.” You whined nuzzling your cheek against his palm. Sebastian lovingly smiles down at you and runs his thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t worry înger, I got you.” He assured you as he strokes circles onto your back. His actions causing you to doze back to sleep.

“Thank you, Seb. I’m sorry I have a bad immune system.” He hears you mumble. Sebastian hates to see you sick, he doesn’t like that fact that you’re in pain and he can’t do anything but just try to mitigate your sickness. Though, he enjoys taking care of you and kind of babying you. He’s noticed that whenever you’re sick, you’re more needy towards him. For example, wanting to be held or just having him near you.

At first you weren’t comfortable cuddling him when you were sick because you didn’t want him to catch anything but he kept on insisting that he wants to cuddle.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll do this for you any day.” He pressed a kiss to your palm, you hand had lazily made its way to run through his hair and rest on his cheek.

“Always?”

“Always.”

Sebastian then picked you up bridal style and carried you out the room. You two ended up in the living room. Before you can settle down, he sat you on the couch and went to the closet. He pulled out a big and fluffy blanket and two pillows. He laid the pillows against the arm of the couch while you moved to settle against them.

“Comfy?” He asked before throwing the blanket over you. You wiggled a bit to make yourself comfortable against the pillows.

“Comfy.” You confirm with a slight nod. Sebastian proceeds to pull the blanket on top of you and makes sure to tuck you in like a burrito.

“I’m going to make some soup. Here’s the remote, turn some Netflix on or whatever, and just relax.” He hands you the remote and kisses your head. He makes his way to the kitchen and begins to prepare some soup for you. He got the recipe from your mother during one of your worse fevers. He was panicking most of the time and ended up calling your mom for help. She suggested making the soup and sent him the recipe. Till this day, the recipe was still in his notes on his phone. He’s memorized it but still referenced back to it every now and then to make sure he made it correctly.

While the soup was cooking he decided to throw the dirty sheets from the bed into the washer. He then replaced them with fresh sheets from the closet. He made the bed and walked back out to see you were watching Harry Potter.

“Is that Prisoner of Azkaban?” He asked as he leaned over the couch.

“Yup, want me to pause it so you can catch up?” You ask groggily.

“Mm, sure. The soup should be ready.” He says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Wait! Sebba can you get my phone? I think I left it in the bedroom?” Knowing you were going to ask for your phone, he fishes it out of the pocket of his sweatpants. “Here ya go.”

You thank him before he leaves the room. He turns the heat off the stove and gets a bowl for the soup. He gets a tray to put the bowl of soup on. Along with the soup he has a pack of crackers and a Gatorade. Since you get sick so often, you guys always had a stock of Gatorade in the fridge.

Sebastian returns with the tray and sets it on the coffee table. He helps you sit up properly, adjusting the pillows and blanket so they wouldn’t bother you. You press play on the remote resuming the movie. Sebastian sits on the edge of the couch beside your legs. He gets the soup and scoops some of it on the spoon.

“Seb, I can feed myself, you’ve done enough for me already.” You protest.

“No, I refuse to let you feed yourself. Plus the bowl might slip and I know we both don’t want a repeat of last time.” He reminded you. Last time you tried to feed yourself while you were sick, the bowl slipped from your hands causing the soup to spill all over you and the couch. You suffered from another headache and burning thighs, making your fever worse.

“Here comes the airplane.” He teases a cheeky grin on his face as he holds the spoon up to your face. You stifle a giggle and open your mouth. He had the bowl beneath your mouth to avoid any liquids falling onto you.

“Wow, you’ve really got that recipe down.” You complimented him after you took a sip of the soup.

“I had lots of practice. Thank your mom because if she never had sent me that recipe you’d be eating packaged soup.” He cringed as he continued to feed you.

“You know, she’d be proud that you’ve mastered the recipe.” You start. “Wanna know a fun fact about it?”

“The soup?” He asked, you hummed in response. He motioned for you to continue.

“The recipe’s been passed down for generations in my family. You’re the only person who isn’t blood related to us that knows it.” She stated. Sebastian settled the spoon in the bowl and looked at you.

“Really?” He asked a surprised look on his face. You nodded.

“Well, I’m honored to be part of something so important to your family. Thank you, iubirea mea. It really means a lot.” He confesses as he gazes into your eyes. You lovingly smile at him as he goes back to feeding you soup, though a smile was permanently on his lips the entire night.

The day ended in cuddles on the couch. After you ate and fully digested your food, Seb helped you to the bathroom. You guys settled on the couch for the night, Sebastian’s head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your torso, limbs tangled with each other. You guys took turns sleeping as the movie played.

It was during Order of The Phoenix when you realized that Sebastian was your person. His head resting on your stomach as he softly snored against it. Your hands were tangled in his hair while you admired the relaxed state he was in. Sebastian did so much for you, not just when you were sick but in general. Whether it be something simple or something grand, he did it with his whole heart and because he genuinely cared. You knew he’d move mountains for you and you’d do the same for him. And when the time comes you’d be ready to take care of him just as much as he took care of you.

Înger ~ angel

Iubirea mea ~ my love