#a sentence which lives in my head and will stick with me forever

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing you can count on is that i will be yapping in the group chat regardless of whether or not i’m getting responses

[buffabby]

i have bad melted soup brain today and i hate it

[mcu-binge]

Naughty list || Clark Kent x Reader ||

Pairing : Clark Kent x Reader Word count : 5593

Summary: After Kat masterminds a fake boyfriend plan to help you survive a family holiday where everyone assumes you’ll be sad and single forever, Clark Kent steps in.

Tags/warnings : fake boyfriend!Clark, smut, fluff

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I’m mid-rant, halfway through chewing on a candy cane that tastes vaguely like office printer paper, when Kat leans back in her chair and pins me with that look.

“You’re not going home alone for the holidays,” she says like it’s a fact, not a question.

I scoff. “Kat, it’s three days not a death sentence.”

“Your family thinks you live in a shoebox, cry into your takeout, and knit with your twenty-seven cats.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s oddly specific.”

She shrugs. “It’s the narrative when you move away from a small town and don’t marry your high school boyfriend or open a cupcake boutique.”

“Wow,” I say flatly. “Thank you for that inspiring Christmas vision.”

“You need a date,” she says, turning back to her computer like this is a problem she’s solving between emails. “A man date. Someone handsome. Charming. Safe. Someone that’ll make every girl in your hometown cry into their peppermint schnapps.”

I wave her off. “I’m not dragging some random guy back to Small Pines just to make my Aunt Cheryl believe I’m thriving.”

Kat doesn’t respond right away. She’s looking across the bullpen. I follow her gaze and feel my stomach drop.

Clark Kent.

Tall, sweet, flannel-wearing human golden retriever. Sitting two rows down, typing diligently, glasses slightly crooked, coffee steaming beside him. He’s also… unfairly good-looking in a soft, unintentional kind of way. And infuriatingly kind.

“Absolutely not,” I mutter.

Kat grins slowly. “Why not?”

“He’s Clark. He brings soup to sick interns, he’s too sweet for this.”

“Exactly. He’s perfect.”

“I am not fake-dating Clark for Christmas!”

“Why not?” she says again. “He’s single. You’re desperate. He looks like a Hallmark husband. Do the math.”

I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again. “No way he says yes.”

Kat doesn’t even blink. She picks up her phone, dials his extension, and presses the speaker button.

Oh god.

He answers on the second ring. “This is Clark.”

“Clark, darling, do you have plans for the holidays?” Kat asks, all sugar and mischief.

“Uh… no, not really. Just planning to stick around the city. Why?”

“Perfect. You’re spending them in Small Pines with her.” She points directly at me. We watch his head peak over to our desks.

There’s a pause.

“Wait—what?” he asks.

“Fake boyfriend situation. Her family thinks she’s tragically single and possibly clinically depressed. We’re correcting the record.”

Another pause.

“…Do I get pie?”

“Homemade. Maybe even warm.” Kat smirks.

“I’m in.” He says with a crooked smile showing off his perfect dimples.

“No, Clark you’re sweet but I don’t want to mess you holidays up. She’s crazy!” I gape at the speaker.

He sounds genuinely cheerful. “Hey, I’ve got nothing else going on. And if I can make your family think you’re not secretly a sad cat hoarder, why not?”

“I don’t have cats!”

“Not according to your Aunt Cheryl,” Kat chirps.

I bury my face in my hands.

This is happening. I’m taking Clark home for Christmas. And somehow, I think Kat Grant just sealed the deal, with pie.

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We’re an hour into the drive and my palms still haven’t stopped sweating.

Outside, the world’s gone full snow globe. Inside my car, Clark is humming along to the Christmas playlist I played in a panic, his hands resting comfortably on his lap, cheeks pink from the cold, looking for all the world like this isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever agreed to.

He’s been unbothered. Calm. Dare I say… cheerful. Which is offensive, honestly, because I’m spiraling.

“I still can’t believe you said yes,” I mutter, knuckles white around the steering wheel.

He shrugs, glancing over from the passenger seat. “Why not? You needed backup.”

“You say that like I needed help moving a couch, not faking an entire romantic relationship in front of my extended family.”

“Same emotional labor, different stakes.”

I side-eye him. “You’re way too chill about this.”

Clark flashes a grin. “Just channeling journalistic detachment.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I’m detached. I’m so detached I’ve started narrating this like a story in my head.”

“Oh yeah?” He sits up straighter, voice mock-serious. “Then let’s do this right.” He clears his throat. “Headline: Lonely Big-City Editor Brings Hunky Reporter Home to Prove She’s Not a Lost Cause. Subhead: Pie, passive-aggression, and sexual tension ensue.”

My jaw drops. “Clark!”

“I’m just workshopping,” he says, trying and failing to look innocent. “You know. In case Kat wants it as a holiday feature.”

“You’re awful.”

“I’m delightful.”

I grunt. “I’m pulling over. You’re driving. I can’t focus when you’re being charming.”

He grins, smug and warm, and we switch at the next turnout.

Back on the road, Clark takes the wheel like he’s been doing this his whole life steady, unbothered, annoyingly competent. My hands finally unclench as I settle into the passenger seat.

“Okay,” he says, fingers loose on the wheel. “Give me the family rundown. Names, archetypes, landmines.”

I groan. “You sure you want the whole mess I call my family?”

He nods. “Treat it like a feature piece. Paint me a picture.”

I sigh dramatically. “Alright. My mom’s the nicest woman alive but will absolutely ask you when we’re getting married. She bakes when she’s stressed, so we’re going to drown in cookies.”

“Noted. I will fake propose if I must.”

I jab his arm. “Don’t you dare.”

He just laughs.

“My dad is quiet, loves ‘fixing things’ that don’t need fixing, and will spend most of dinner asking if you like football.”

“I know a thing or two. I can keep him entertained.”

“You won’t have to. He’ll talk enough for both of you. Now, my sister, Becca, is the golden child. Blonde, beautiful, dental hygienist, married to some guy who sells lifted trucks. She’s sweet but she will absolutely ask if we met on tinder.”

Clark nods solemnly. “Should we workshop a meet-cute now or improvise?”

“Oh we’re improvising,” I say. “We’ll keep it short.”

“Fair.”

“My little brother, Jake, is twenty-two, a stoner with a savior complex, and probably already in love with you.”

Clark glances at me. “Should I be flattered or alarmed?”

“Ehhhhh both.”

“And the aunts?”

I groan again, leaning my head back. “Aunt Cheryl believes in essential oils, conspiracy theories, and emotionally waterboarding people at dinner. Aunt Marie asks if I’ve ‘considered coming home and settling down.’ And Uncle Dan thinks Metropolis is the root of all evil.”

Clark whistles low. “This is sounding less like a Hallmark movie and more like a psychological thriller.”

I grin, finally relaxing. “Exactly. You sure you’re ready for this?”

Clark looks over at me, smile softening. “I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t.” And God help me I think I actually believe him.

We barely make it up the driveway before the front door flies open like it’s been waiting to launch itself into chaos.

There she is my mother, full coat over an apron, one mitten still on, sprinting across the snow-covered yard like she’s chasing a Black Friday deal.

“Oh my god, oh my GOD,” she shrieks, arms flailing. “Is that him? Is that the boyfriend?!”

Clark barely gets the car in park before she’s at his door, yanking it open like we’re on a game show and she just won a husband prize.

He steps out, full smile, carrying my overnight bag like it weighs nothing, and says, “Hi, I’m Clark. Thank you for having me.”

My mother makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a suppressed sob and throws her arms around him like she’s just been rescued from a desert island.

“You brought someone,” she hisses at me mid-hug. “A tall, handsome, Midwestern-looking someone. I thought you were lying.”

“I still might be,” I deadpan. “We’ll see how long he sticks.”

Clark just laughs, and it’s so sweet it should be illegal. “Like gum on a hot day.”

My mom practically drags him toward the house, still holding onto his arm like he might float away. I trail behind them, only slightly horrified. Inside, it’s a sensory assault: pine candles, cinnamon rolls baking, the distant sound of someone watching It’s a Wonderful Life at high volume. The tree looks like it exploded glitter. A child I vaguely recognize as my cousin launches herself at my knees.

Clark takes it all in stride. He’s already helping my mom with our coats, complimenting the wreaths, making my niece giggle by pretending he doesn’t know what hot chocolate is.

We haven’t even sat down yet when Aunt Cheryl pipes up from the couch. “So,” she drawls, squinting like she’s reading energy instead of facial expressions, “how’d you two meet?”

I open my mouth to spin something safe as we sit on the couch. Something boring. Something non-memorable. But Clark beats me to it.

“Oh,” he says brightly, “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her.”

Oh no.

The room goes still. Even the dog stops breathing.

My mom gasps. “You did?!”

Clark nods solemnly. “Absolutely.”

I blink. “Clark.”

He turns to me, all puppy-eyed sincerity. “You were eating a stale donut and arguing with Kat about comma placement. I thought, wow. She’s terrifying. I hope she never notices me.” He holds my hand intertwining our fingers. “I spilled my coffee trying to walk past her,” he continues, “because I was too busy watching her chew. And in my defense it was impressively aggressive chewing. It was honestly majestic.”

I grab his arm. “Clark, maybe—”

But he’s unstoppable. “She didn’t even look at me for two weeks. I thought she hated me. And then one day she showed up at my desk with a red pen and corrected my headline. Didn’t say a word. Just marked it and left.” He pauses for a second. “That’s when I knew she liked me.”

My dad lets out a grunt of approval. “Good woman.”

“She still doesn’t say much,” Clark adds, smiling at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “But I don’t mind. I like the challenge.”

“She was always a quiet one,” my mom whispers to herself like she’s narrating a Jane Austen novel.

“She called me a ‘Midwestern pretty boy’ once during a meeting,” Clark says fondly, like something out of a romcom. “It was the best day of my life.”

Everyone laughs like this is a romantic comedy and not my slow descent into regret. By the time he finishes, my mother's expression is halfway between “get married tomorrow” and “I’m starting the Pinterest board tonight.”

Clark sits back, looking smug as hell. I lean in, low enough only he can hear.

“You absolute overachiever,” I hiss.

He grins, glowing. “They love it. I’m killing it.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he murmurs, eyes sparkling. And dammit he might be right.

By the time we make it upstairs, I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

Dinner was exactly what I knew it would be too loud, too crowded, too full of questions, but it also felt… good. The kitchen smelled like childhood. My mom kept touching my hair like I was six again. Jake almost lit his napkin on fire trying to impress Clark with a lighter trick.

It was chaos, and I missed it.

Clark trails in behind me, holding both our overnight bags like it’s nothing. He’s still glowing from dinner. Or maybe it’s just the way my mom looked at him like he was the second coming of Christmas Eve.

I close the bedroom door behind us and let out a breath. “Well,” I say, turning to him, “that was fun.”

Clark raises a brow, amused. “That was fun.”

“Yes!” I grin, flopping onto the bed. “You did amazing. Aunt Cheryl loves you. Which is suspicious. She doesn’t even like me.”

“She thinks I’m ‘grounded,’” he says, setting the bags down. “And that I look like I could fix a broken heater with my bare hands.”

I snort. “She’s not wrong.”

He smiles, soft and fond. “You seem… happy.”

I stretch out like a cat in the glow of old fairy lights and nod. “I am happy.”

“Even though it’s all fake?”

I meet his eyes. “It’s not fake to them. That’s what matters right now.” There’s a beat of silence.

Then he steps closer, voice lower. “Okay, so… if we’re doing this, really doing it, can we go all in?”

I sit up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean let’s not half-ass it,” he says. “We’ve got two more days here. We might as well sell the story.”

I nod slowly. “Agreed.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “So, um. Can we practice? A little?”

I tilt my head. “Practice?”

His voice softens, sheepish but sincere. “Cuddling.”

The word hangs between us, warmer than it should be.

I laugh once, but it’s not mocking it’s fond. “You want to practice cuddling.”

He shrugs. “If someone walks in tomorrow morning and we’re sleeping on opposite sides like coworkers on a business retreat, they’ll know.”

I squint. “Like method acting?”

“Exactly.”

I roll my eyes playfully, then stand and pull on an old Christmas sweatshirt from my suitcase. “Alright, Kent. Let’s method act.”

He grins, suddenly shy. “Are you sure?”

“I brought you to my childhood home and introduced you as the man I love. Pretty sure spooning is step two.”

“Fair enough.”

“I’m gonna change.” I say grabbing my pajamas.

He gestures to the corner. “I’ll face the wall. Classic middle school sleepover protocol.” We change in charged silence. I join him under the covers, facing away, and his arm settles around me like it’s always belonged there. Not awkward. Not weird. Just warm. Familiar.

I sink into it. Into him.

“This okay?” he murmurs.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

I reach back, grab his hand, and link our fingers together. “Positive.”

“This is fun,” he whispers.

“It is,” I agree with a smile. We fall quiet. His breath brushes against the back of my neck. I swear I feel him smile into my hair.

And at that moment, for reasons I’m not ready to name. I don’t feel like I’m faking anything at all.

We wake up to bells. Literal church bells.

Clark cracks one eye open, squints at the ceiling, and mutters, “Is that real or a dream?”

“It’s real,” I groan into the pillow.

“It’s early.”

“It’s Christmas Eve,” I say, sitting up and stretching. “And that means mandatory church service and the annual town breakfast-slash-market-slash-silent-auction-slash-gingerbread showdown.”

Clark groans dramatically and rolls over. “I was not briefed on all that.”

“Sorry,” I say, grinning. “You signed the contract. No take-backs.”

We manage to get ready without disaster, which feels like a small miracle. Clark’s wearing a fitted forest green sweater that makes my mom swoon when she sees him. I’m in a knit dress I forgot I owned. We look… good. Perfect, even.

Church is fine. Predictable. Long. I catch Clark singing softly during “O Holy Night” and nearly forget how to breathe. He keeps our hands intertwined and on occasion wondering hands like he’s testing how much he can get away with. I let him.

But it’s after church outside, in the center of town, with booths lining Main Street and the smell of cider in the air that he turns to me and says, dead serious .

“What?” I ask.

Clark adjusts his glasses, eyes scanning the festive chaos like a man with a mission. “This is our Super Bowl. The whole town’s here. The setting is ideal. Our relationship needs that epic holiday arc.”

“Clark—”

“Listen,” he says, turning to me. “We’re already doing great. But this? This is where we go for the Oscar. Big gestures. Natural intimacy. Public swooning.”

I cross my arms. “Define ‘big gestures.’”

“Hot chocolate sharing.”

“Obviously.”

“Feeding each other.”

“Fine.”

“Holding hands constantly.”

“Standard.”

“Forehead kisses.”

I narrow my eyes. “If you’re feeling it.”

He smirks. “I’ll read the room.”

“What else?”

He leans in, voice low and conspiratorial. “We make people feel it. I want your aunt to cry. I want your mom to whisper ‘he’s the one.’ I want your ex’s mom to text him in all caps.”

I stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind.

“I take performance art very seriously.” He grins.

It starts at the cider booth.

He takes the cup and sips. “Oh my goodness sweetheart you have to try this!” He says as he holds the cup to my mouth. I take a sip and smile. I feel the town watching and he puts an arm around me.

He buys a cinnamon roll next and feeds me “Oh my god,” I whisper. “You’re unhinged.”

“Committed, man in love,” he corrects, licking powdered sugar off his thumb with zero self-awareness.

At the gingerbread table, a little girl points at us and asks, “Are you two gonna get married?”

Clark leans down, eyes twinkling. “Not yet.” My knees buckle.

We’re walking through the row of market stalls, Clark’s hand laced casually with mine, when I spot him.

Ryan.

Walking this way. Holding a coffee. With his mother.

My stomach flips.

“Clark,” I murmur, just under my breath. “Ryan. Ten o’clock.”

“Are they close?” he asks quietly.

“Getting there.” He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t even look.

His grip on my hand tightens for a split second just long enough for me to register the shift.

Then he turns toward me, steps into my space, and kisses me like it’s instinct. Not soft. Not a peck. Not for show.

He kisses me like it’s already true. like we’ve been in love for years and this is just how he greets me when I walk into a room. His arms snake around my waist and mine instinctively go around his neck. He straightens out and suddenly my feet are not touching the ground. He kisses me like he knows we’re being watched. And he doesn’t care.

I don’t hear footsteps. I just feel the electricity in the air shift again when he breaks the kiss, forehead still pressed to mine.

“You good?” he murmurs, low and even.

I nod, barely remembering how to breathe.

“Showtime,” he whispers, just as Ryan stops a few feet away.

“Hey,” I say casually. “Didn’t think you guys would be out this early.”

Beth nods. “We thought we’d check out the market before it got too packed.”

Clark shifts just slightly enough to stand a little taller beside me. Still relaxed. Still smiling.

“I’m Clark,” he says, reaching to shake Beth’s hand. “Boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you.”

Beth blinks. “Oh—yes. You’re… visiting?”

Clark nods, glancing down at me like he can’t not. “Wouldn’t miss it. She told me about this place a hundred times. It’s better than I imagined.”

Beth softens. Ryan doesn’t say anything he just stares at Clark.

Clark just… stands there. Solid. Present. Warm hand on my hip. No puffed chest. No challenge. Just someone who fits.

He leans toward me like we’re sharing a quiet joke. “You still owe me a rematch at that ornament toss, by the way.”

I smirk. “You cheated. You distracted me.”

Beth laughs. Clark grins, lifting our cider. “Nice seeing you both. We’re gonna go demolish a gingerbread house now.” He nods politely and steers me away with one hand on my back.

We don’t look back. When we’re clear, I exhale. “That was textbook.”

Clark raises an eyebrow. “Textbook what?”

“Classic midwestern boyfriend energy.”

He shrugs. “I told you I was committed.”

“You looked at me like you’ve been in love with me for ten years.”

Clark sips the cider, not even blinking. “Maybe I have been.”

I laugh, shaking my head slightly. “You’re good at it.”

He meets my gaze. “So are you.”

By the time we get back to the house, it’s in full swing.

There’s music playing loud, slightly off-key carols and the front room is packed with extended family. Someone’s great-aunt is passing out sugar cookies like communion wafers, and a few of the neighborhood kids are running around high on candy canes and unregulated frosting.

I ditch my coat, grab a glass of eggnog from the kitchen counter, and don’t stop moving for an hour.

Clark? He floats through the party like he’s been coming to these since birth. Helping my uncle fix the record player. Holding a toddler on his hip like it’s nothing. Laughing politely at every single person’s “how’d you two meet” story prompt without repeating himself once.

I, meanwhile, have been drinking eggnog like I’m on a mission from God.

It’s strong and unfortunately I’m not stronger.

But eventually, somewhere between cookie number four and some cousin’s retelling of the Great Charades Incident of 2015, I find myself drifting across the living room, looking for one thing only.

Clark.

He’s by the window, chatting with my dad and holding a mug of cider, his sleeves rolled up and his smile soft.

I stop in my tracks. Oh. No. No no no. I am drunk and in love with my fake boyfriend.

“Clark,” I say, suddenly in front of him.

He looks down. Sees me and smiles, warm and amused. “Hey there.” I slide my hands around his waist like it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do.

“Hi,” I say, blinking up at him.

My dad politely excuses himself.

Clark raises an eyebrow. “How’s the nog?”

“Gone,” I reply. “All of it. Everywhere. No more nog. Only you.”

His mouth twitches. “Only me?”

I nod. “You’re so tall. Have you noticed?”

He grins, setting his cider down and pulling me gently closer. “I have a general awareness.” His hands rub my back gently putting me at ease.

I rest my cheek against his chest. “You smell like Christmas.”

“Do you like it ?”

“Yes. And I also think you should kiss me.”

He stills for a half second, then tips his chin, voice low. “You sure?”

“I’m eggnog-sure, that’s good enough for me.”

He laughs softly, then presses a kiss to the top of my head. “How about we start with that.”

I hum, satisfied, and nuzzle closer.

Across the room, I hear someone whisper “they’re adorable.”

Clark leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re very clingy when you’re tipsy.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.” I say half embarrassed half ashamed.

“Oh, I love it,” he says. “I’m just trying to decide if I should carry you upstairs now or later.”

I gasp. “You wouldn’t dare” I challenge.

Clark’s smile turns boyish and slow, and suddenly I know he would absolutely dare.

“I mean…” he starts, his hand smoothing down my back like he’s testing the weight of the idea, “You’ve already melted into me like a sleepy cat.”

“I’m not sleepy,” I protest, dragging my face off his sweater with great effort. “I’m festive.”

“Sure you are,” he says, lips twitching as he studies me. “Festive, clingy, and tipsy.”

I narrow my eyes. “You forgot charming.”

He leans in closer than he needs to until I can feel his breath fan across my cheek. “That part goes without saying.”

My heart thumps stupidly. I blame the eggnog. And Clark for looking this good.

“Besides,” he murmurs, tipping his forehead gently to mine, “I wouldn’t carry you unless you asked. I’m a gentleman.”

“A gentleman,” I whisper. “I don’t know Clark. I don't think a gentleman would have woken up rock hard next to me this morning.”

He grins. “I never said I was perfect.”

I blink up at him, my arms still looped around his waist. I’m swaying now. Definitely not from the music.

“You know this is the part where you’re supposed to fake being in love with me.”

Clark’s gaze dips to my mouth. “I’m not faking anything,” he says.

And just like that, the air between us shifts. The warmth, the buzz, the crowd around us all fades into the background. There’s only him. And that look.

Oh god that look.

“Okay,” I whisper, too aware of every inch of him. “Then what are you doing?”

His hand slides up, fingers skimming the back of my neck, anchoring me in place with this gentle, steady gravity that’s always been his.

“I’m waiting for you to tell me when it’s okay to really kiss you,” he says. “Because the next time I do, I’m not stopping at your forehead.”

“Well then we better go.”

He just slips his hand into mine, fingers laced, thumb brushing soft over my knuckles and says, “Come on.”

We weave past the dessert table and up the stairs, past framed photos of my awkward middle school years and into the small, cozy space I used to call mine.

I stop at the door and turn to face him.

“You ready” I ask, biting back a grin.

Clark doesn’t even blink he pushes his hips into me and holy shit. I think he’s ready “you tell me.” A soft moan escapes my lips and my heart is thumping.

He leans down to kiss me and he opens the door open behind me. I step backwards until we’re inside. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. He kicks the door shut behind us and flips the lock.

He sits on the bed with me on his lap. His mouth finds mine in one clean sweep soft at first, then devastating. The kind of kiss that curls your toes and rewrites your entire internal monologue. His hands grip tighter, dragging me closer until there’s nothing but heat and want between us.

I gasp when his lips trail down my jaw, my fingers threading into his hair.

“Clark,” I breathe.

“Still good?” he asks, voice strained.

I nod. “Better than.”

He groans, pressing his forehead to my collarbone, arms wrapped all the way around me now like he can’t let go. Like we’re past the part where any of this feels fake.

I shift in his lap and feel the exact moment his composure fractures.

“Let’s get this off.” He whispers as his hands work on lifting my dress up and over my head. His eyes widen when he sees my Christmas themed lingerie.

I grin. “Told you I was festive.”

He lifts his head, eyes blown wide. “We’re definitely going on the naughty list for this.”

I kiss him again deeper, messier, our laughter mixing with sighs and for once, the room doesn’t feel too small. It feels exactly right.

His hands are everywhere. Not hurried, not fumbling certain. Like he’s been thinking about this longer than he’ll ever admit, it feels he already knows every curve, every sound I’ll make. Like he’s memorized me in secret.

I can’t stop touching him. I slide my hands under his sweater, fingertips dragging over warm, solid skin. His breath catches when I trace the dip of his spine.

He pulls back just enough to look at me “do you want me to stop,” he asks, voice low and hoarse.

“Clark—”

“I’m serious.” His forehead presses to mine. “You’ve been pretending. But if I kiss you like I mean it really mean it I’m not going to be able to go back.”

I swallow hard. “I don’t want you to go back.”

Something flickers behind his eyes, like relief, like heat, like finally and then his mouth is on mine again. It’s full of wanting.

I tug at his shirt. He peels it off in one fluid motion and tosses it to the floor. He knocks his glasses off and quickly picks them up. But I’m not focused on that. I’ve seen Clark before button-downs, sweaters, the occasional rolled-up sleeve, but this? Bare chest, golden skin, muscles shifting under soft light? This is new. This is unfair.

“You’re built like a romance novel,” I whisper.

His grin is crooked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. It’s just… amazing.”

He chuckles low in his throat, then leans forward, he shifts and lays me gently back onto the bed. His mouth trails over my throat, my collarbone, lower still, kissing reverently as his hands explore me.

“Still okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing my skin.

“More than.”

“You’re—,” he breathes. “You’re… beautiful.”

I flush, suddenly self-conscious. “You’re just saying that because I let you eat the last sugar cookie.”

His eyes snap to mine hungry, tender, serious.

“I’m saying it because it’s true darling.”

His mouth returns to mine, slower now, tongue sliding deep as he presses against me, warm and solid and soft. My legs part instinctively, wrapping around his hips, and he groans into my mouth like he’s losing his mind.

“Mmm,” he whispers. “The way you kiss me…”

“Yeah?”

“You make me feel like I’m the only man on the planet.”

“You are.”

He huffs out a laugh wrecked and fond and kisses down my stomach, slow and maddening.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he says, eyes locked on mine as his hands find the waistband of my panties. “I want you to remember this.”

I nod, breath caught in my throat. “Clark…please.” I beg.

His mouth lands against mine again, all heat and tongue and no more patience. His hand slips between us, and when he presses his fingers lower, just right, I gasp and arch into him.

“Wow,” he groans, like he’s been waiting to hear that sound. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“Been wet for you all day,” I breathe, nails dragging down his back. “Ever since that stupid story about how we met.”

He chuckles smug, breathless, and slides his fingers deeper, curling until my hips stutter. “Yeah? You liked that one?”

“You knew exactly what you were doing.”

His lips brush my ear. “I always know what I’m doing when it comes to you.”

I whimper as he works me open with slow, delicious pressure. Every stroke is precise. Every kiss is more desperate. And when he finally pulls back to tug his sweats down. My jaw drops. He’s huge. Thick and flushed and already leaking.

I reach for him on instinct, wrapping a hand around the base and watching his head tip back as he groans. His jaw clenches. His hips twitch. It’s beautiful.

“Condom?” I manage.

His eyes meet mine. “I have one. Wallet. Side pocket. Third from the top.” He says it like he’s reciting emergency protocol.

I bite back a smile. “You’ve thought about this.”

Clark doesn’t flinch. “Every night since I met you. And I’m a good actor.” He teases.

I go still and his eyes soften.

“Hey,” he whispers, kissing me again, gentler this time. “We don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

His breath hitches as I roll the condom on for him, slow and teasing. He grips the sheets. Mutters a curse. He’s so close to losing it already and we haven’t even started.

Then he lines up, eyes locked on mine, and pushes in slow. So slow.

Stretching me open inch by inch, letting me feel every maddening second of it.

My back arches. My hands scramble for him. He catches them both and pins them to the mattress, forehead pressed to mine as he sinks in fully.

We gasp at the same time.

“You okay?” he pants, barely holding on.

“I’m perfect,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Move, baby.”

And he does. He sets a rhythm deep, steady, devastating. His hips grind against mine just right, dragging groans out of both of us with every thrust.

“Fuck,” he mutters, sweat beading at his temple. “You feel… you feel like heaven.”

I meet every stroke, greedy for it, chasing the heat building low in my belly.

“Faster,” I beg. “Please, Clark—” He shifts. Hooks a hand under my thigh. Drives deeper. I cry out, head falling back as pleasure floods me.

He kisses down my neck, worshipping every inch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “So perfect. Been killing me all weekend, you know that?”

I moan his name again and again, fingers gripping his hair like it’ll anchor me. He pounds into me like he owns me, murmuring filth against my skin, but it’s sweet, somehow. Tender and unrelenting.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. “Oh my—you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp, legs trembling. “I’m yours—Clark, I’m—”

My climax crashes through me hot, dizzying, endless. My body shakes under him, clenching tight around his cock as he groans loud and chases his own release.

He finishes with a broken moan, pulsing deep inside the condom, hips stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt. For a second, the world is nothing but tangled sheets, breathless kisses, and the sound of our hearts pounding.

Then there’s silence. Just the sound of our breathing. His chest pressed to mine.

Clark shifts slightly, brushing sweat-damp hair from my face. “You good?”

I nod, still floating. “That was…”

“Amazing?” he offers, smug.

“Shut up.”

He grins and kisses my forehead.

“I’m gonna get you water,” he says, already moving to slide out and clean up.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, boneless.

He glances over his shoulder. “You’re only saying that because I folded your legs like origami.”

I throw a pillow at him and miss.

He returns with a glass, some tissues, and a smugness that cannot be rivaled.

“Well…your family definitely knows now,” he says with a laugh. I look at him. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are flushed.

“We really sold this story,” I tease, setting my glass on a nightstand.

“I’ll say,” he smiles leaning in to kiss me. We finally curl back up under the blankets, arms tangled, breath warm on skin neither of us say it, but we both know.

We’re not pretending anymore.

[aleskie]

SINCERELY, YOURS (ft. Max Verstappen)

SUMMARY: You come home to a heartwarming mess of papers, ink, and (worst of all) glitter. But the letters you get from it are worth the small headache.

The Xmas Album Masterlist

Warnings: full on domestic fluff with mr. max!!

“I’m home!” you call out, balancing bags of groceries as you shut the door behind you.

“Mama, you’re back!” A small voice chimes in, followed by the quick patter of footsteps on the hardwood floor. It’s your son, Felix Verstappen, all smiles and undeniably far from the clean state you left him in an hour ago.

Setting the groceries down, you crouch to give him a hug. “My baby, did you miss me?” you ask, your tone sweet and playful.

He nods earnestly. “You were gone forever.”

“Mhm.” You take his little hands in yours, instantly noting the sticky sensation of what you suspect is glue. A closer look reveals the true extent of his artistry: while his face is mercifully clean, his clothes are a canvas of marker streaks and, to your dismay, glitter—the absolute bane of your existence.

Before you can say anything, another set of footsteps enters the foyer.

“Oh, schatz, you’re home,” Max, your husband, greets you with a warm smile. He leans in for a quick kiss before swooping down to grab the groceries. “I’ll take these to the kitchen.”

“Thanks, hun.” You return his smile, but your gaze lingers on him for a moment. That’s when you notice it: various shades of marker ink smudged across his forearms and—yep, more glitter dusted across his shirt.

Turning back to your son, you scoop him up effortlessly, earning a delighted giggle. Getting picked up is his absolute favorite thing these days.

“Fox,” you say, giving him a pointed look. “Do you want to tell me why you and Daddy are such a mess?”

He turns his head toward the living room, his grin stretching even wider. “It’s a surprise!”

“Really?” you reply, raising a brow as curiosity creeps in. Balancing him on your hip, you make your way to the living room. “And who is this surprise for—”

Your words falter mid-sentence as your eyes land on the scene before you. The living room is a battlefield of creativity and chaos. Markers are scattered across the floor, joined by an explosion of colored paper and scraps. Felix’s prized sticker collection decorates every available flat surface—the coffee table, the windowsill, even the TV remote. Glitter sparkles from the cushions, as though the couch itself had decided to join in the festivities. And to your utter horror, you spy bold streaks of green and red marker on the arm of your beloved cream armchair.

“Okay, I promise we were going to clean up before you got home,” Max pipes up, appearing from the kitchen with a sheepish smile. In one hand he holds a half-empty jar of glitter and what looks like a glue stick in between his fingers.

You exhale, smirking as you tilt your head and raise a brow at your husband. “What a surprise, right, Maxie?”

“Well…” Max rubs the back of his neck, the universal gesture of a guilty party caught red-handed. “I admit it kind of…escalated. But look!” He gestures toward the coffee table, drawing your attention for the first time.

The scene before you is pure, endearing chaos. Scattered across the table is a vibrant collection of handmade Christmas cards, each one uniquely charming in its imperfections. Crayon-drawn Christmas trees overflow with ornaments, ranging from Santa’s sleigh to inexplicably random racecars. Snowflakes, lopsided but earnest, adorn other cards, which are further embellished with an eclectic mix of Spiderman and holiday-themed stickers. One particular card stands out—a reindeer crafted from Felix’s tiny handprint, smudged at the edges but adorable nonetheless.

And, of course, glitter. Glitter everywhere. It clings to the cards, the table, and even seems to hover in the air like festive dust motes. You think the glitter is a bit over the top, but it tugs at your heartstrings all the same.

Felix wiggles excitedly in your arms, his grin as big as the mess. “We’re making Christmas cards! For everyone!”

Your exasperation melts a little as your heart softens. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah!” he says, practically vibrating with pride. “I made one for you, too!”

“For me?” you ask, letting a smile break through as you feign surprise.

Felix nods furiously before wriggling out of your arms. He races to the table, careful not to trip over the glitter-sprinkled floor, and grabs one of the cards with sticky hands. He rushes back, holding it out for you as if it’s a treasure.

The card is a masterpiece of toddler creativity. Made with your favorite colors, it features a drawn angel perched atop a Christmas tree, both slightly lopsided but clearly crafted with care. Across the top, in Max’s slightly more legible handwriting, is the message: We love you, Mama! The glue is still tacky, and glitter flakes off onto your hands as you take it, but the love poured into it is undeniable.

You chuckle, any lingering annoyance dissolving completely in the face of their heartfelt effort. “It’s beautiful, Foxie. I absolutely love it.”

Felix claps his glue-smeared hands together in delight, his face glowing with pride.

Next to you, Max wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. His bright smile is as warm as the twinkling Christmas lights strung up around the room. “Totally worth it, right?”

You roll your eyes playfully but can’t hold back a laugh. “You’re so lucky it’s Christmas,” you tease, tilting your head to meet his gaze. Then, with mock seriousness, you ask, “Now, who haven’t you guys made cards for?”

Max chuckles and takes your hand, guiding you to the coffee table that has been transformed into a chaotic, glitter-filled crafting station. “We’ve got a list, don’t we, Felix?”

“Yes!” Felix chirps, his enthusiasm boundless.

He picks up a crumpled piece of paper from the table and hands it to you. The list is long, a mix of names from Max’s life as a driver—fellow racers, team members, and factory staff—along with Felix’s little friends and a sprawling number of family members.

You scan the list and raise an eyebrow. “This is a lot of work for just two people,” you say, smiling. “How do you want me to help?”

Felix’s face lights up, and he eagerly thrusts a jar of glitter into your hands. “Mama, you’re on glitter duty!”

You scrunch your nose, groaning in mock protest, which only sends Felix into a fit of giggles. Max grins as he reaches over to pinch your cheek. “Don’t act like you don’t want to join in on the fun,” he teases.

“Whatever,” you say, rolling your eyes dramatically. Setting the glitter jar down with exaggerated reluctance, you roll up your sleeves. “But I swear, if I’m still finding glitter in my hair by March, I’m banning waffles from this household.”

Max gasps, feigning deep offense. “Not the waffles! You wouldn’t dare.”

“You know I would.”

The three of you settle into a whirlwind of crafting chaos. Felix chatters nonstop about his card designs, explaining every sticker and every crayon stroke in great detail. Max, always the silly goose, adds dad jokes and silly doodles to some of the cards, sneaking kisses to your cheek when Felix isn’t looking—and exaggerating them when Felix is watching, just to see him cover his eyes as he groans, “Ewww, you’re icky!”

The hours pass in a happy blur of laughter and mess. The coffee table becomes a scene of glue, glitter, and scraps of colorful paper, but the stack of cards grows, each one brimming with love and personality.

Eventually, Felix announces he’s “soooo tired” and toddles off to bed, barely making it down the hallway before Max scoops him up and carries him the rest of the way.

You’re tidying up the craft supplies, still battling the glitter that seems to have invaded every surface, mentally noting which furniture pieces might need professional help to remove the marker ink. 

As you gather stray scraps of paper, Max returns from tucking Felix into bed.

He joins you in the cleanup, and together you move around the room in a quiet rhythm, the calm of the evening settling over you both. Your hips occasionally bump into each other, and your fingers brush as you pick up stray bits of paper and reorganize the art supplies. It’s a small, unspoken dance of familiarity and comfort.

As Max turns his attention to the stack of finished cards, he pulls one out from under the pile and holds it out to you. It’s slightly neater than the others but still carries the charming imperfections of a heartfelt DIY project.

“For me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Of course,” he says with a playful smile, handing it to you. “Felix made you one, so obviously I had to show him who loved you first.”

You chuckle softly, taking the card from his hands. The front features a heart in your favorite colors, surrounded by stars and a glittery Christmas tree. In the center, there’s a simple drawing of two stick figures, unmistakably you and Max, hand in hand.

Inside, a short message in Max’s handwriting reads:

Merry Christmas! Thank you for all these years together—for loving me and making me a husband and a father. Here’s to more years and even more happiness. I love you.

Your chest fills with warmth as you look up at him, your eyes softening. “It’s perfect,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him gently. “You’re so perfect.”

He grins against your lips, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

Pulling back, you reach over to the side table and open a drawer. “I made something for you, too,” you say, pulling out a slightly uneven card.

Max’s eyes light up with curiosity as he takes it from your hands. The front features a hand-drawn racetrack looping around a tiny Christmas tree, with festive doodles scattered across the background and the iconic RedBull car zooming on the track..

Inside, you’ve written:

To my heart, my rock, my joy—my Maxie. Thank you for being everything I never knew I needed. You are the best thing to have ever happened to me. I love you to the moon and back.

Max reads it slowly, his expression softening as he finishes. He looks at you, a mixture of love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love it,” he says, his voice quieter now. “And I love you.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, your hands entwined on the table amidst the glitter and glue. The mess of the evening fades into the background, eclipsed by the warmth and love filling the room.

“Merry Christmas, schatz,” Max whispers, his voice low and tender.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, a soft smile gracing your lips.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as the glow of the Christmas tree bathes the room in a gentle light. For a moment, the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just the two of you, standing together in the quiet magic of the season.

And in that peaceful, glitter-dusted silence, you know this is what the season—and your life together—is all about.

[edenmemes]

arcane (s2) sentence starters

ep1 - 8. warning for spoilers !

❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞ ❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞ ❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞ ❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞ ❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞ ❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞ ❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞ ❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞ ❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞ ❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞ ❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞ ❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞ ❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞ ❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞ ❝ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. ❞ ❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞ ❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞ ❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞ ❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞ ❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞ ❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞ ❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞ ❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞ ❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞ ❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞ ❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞ ❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞ ❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞ ❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞ ❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞ ❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞ ❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞ ❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞ ❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞ ❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞ ❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞ ❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞ ❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞ ❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞ ❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞ ❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞ ❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞ ❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞ ❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞ ❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞ ❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞ ❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞ ❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞ ❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞ ❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞ ❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞ ❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞ ❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞ ❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞ ❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞ ❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞ ❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞

❝ you here to finish me off? ❞ ❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞ ❝ what is up with you? you've been out of it all day. ❞ ❝ as good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again. ❞ ❝ you must destroy it. it corrupts. consumes. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ we do not lament a warrior's death. we avenge it. ❞ ❝ for the gifted, arrogance is the ultimate threat. ❞ ❝ why do you persist? after everything i've done? ❞ ❝ you're not alone. look at my shadow right behind you like a ghost. ❞ ❝ there is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed. ❞ ❝ i choose wrong every time. and because of it, i've lost everyone. ❞ ❝ go. before i do something i regret. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream. ❞ ❝ i'm gonna find a way back, with or without you. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i've been an idiot. and an ass. you're hurting too. ❞ ❝ one's thoughts are more easily gathered in isolation. ❞ ❝ all right, out with it. what do you want from me? ❞ ❝ hey, in case i don't remember to tell you tomorrow, you've always meant the world to me. ❞ ❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞ ❝ if you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i must say that since i've met you, i've truly lived. ❞ ❝ never seen you give up on anything. ❞ ❝ i have the feeling that you'll be running this place soon. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i'm choosing to fight. and i pray that you will join me. ❞ ❝ this place will grow on you. you'll see. ❞ ❝ you're never gonna give up on me, are you? ❞ ❝ i think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away. ❞ ❝ hating you…i've hated myself. i just don't have the energy for it any longer. ❞ ❝ greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive. ❞ ❝ oh, don't get all mushy on me now. ❞ ❝ i'm always with you. even when we're worlds apart. ❞ ❝ just 'cause you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me. ❞ ❝ look at the price of your ambition. you've sacrificed everything. ❞ ❝ you taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth. ❞ ❝ i feel like i woke up in the wrong universe. ❞ ❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞ ❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞ ❝ desperation is the doorway to oblivion. ❞ ❝ it was a mistake to come here. ❞ ❝ this will have consequences. ❞ ❝ i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone. ❞ ❝ if you choose to flee, don't stop running. ❞ ❝ go and make some mistakes. you live and you learn. ❞ ❝ let me guess. you think i'm holding myself back. ❞ ❝ i have people back home who need me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞

[inf3ct3dd]

002. HELLO?

warnings: none!!!!

authors note: oooo it’s getting cray cray guys…insane even….also r just means reader 😓

previous chapter. next chapter. masterlist.

“HEY! YOU TWO! STOP THAT.”

you hear your gym teacher yell from across the track, a disappointed look on his face.

you finally disconnected your lips from abbys, looking back at her absolutely mortified.

abby looked…unnervingly casual. her eyebrows were slightly raised, eyes open wide and mouth slightly agape.

“that was-um”

not letting her finish her sentence, you immediately started running away from her, back into the gymnasium.

“HEY-“

her words are cut off by the door slamming behind you, quick footsteps moving you towards the bathroom.

mina followed behind you, mouthing a small apology to abby before going after you.

abby just stood there, in the middle of the track, lips slightly shiny from your lipgloss.

she wiped her chin off, and tried to process what the fuck just happened.

and before she could, ellie was storming towards her.

“anderson, what the fuck is your problem? we’re broken up for not even two weeks and you make a move on my girl?” ellie angrily huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

“hey, she kissed me first.”

abby replied, slightly confused by ellies words.

“oh fuck off abby, you’re just doing this to be a bitch. you don’t need to drag her into our stupid shit.”

“doing what?”

ellie scoffed before rolling her eyes and walking away, leaving abby in even more confusion.

“r, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

mina had finally caught up to you, stopping to catch her breath and putting her hands on her knees and crouching over.

you had made it to the bathroom, standing inside a stall freaking-the-fuck out.

you stay silent, body stiffening at the sound of her voice.

“i know its you, i can see your shoes.”

you sigh in defeat and walk out of the stall, walking over to mina and leaning on the sink.

“….soooo….”

“mina im literally gonna die. right now. in this nasty-ass bathroom. i’m never showing my face in public again.”

you run your hands down your face before resting them on top of your head

“okay, i don’t think thats gonna happe-”

“how do you know? i feel like im having an actual heart attack right now. WHY DID I DO THAT???”

“you can’t ask me, im not the one who did it!!”

she’s sitting on the bathroom counter, slightly swinging her feet and resting her weight on her hands, planted on her sides.

you turn and look at her with a pathetic frown on your face,arms crossed in front of you.

“now i have to move countries and change my name and hide from abby forever and mina im DYING.”

“okay……i was gonna say you’re being dramatic but maybe you arent.”

“not helping.” :(

she thinks for a second before talking again.

“well, she didn’t seem mad.”

she honestly didn’t. and it was WEIRD!!!!

“but ellie did.”

which wasn’t as weird.

you spent the rest of the day hiding in your hoodie, shrinking your presence even more than before. abby wasn’t lying when she said you had similar schedules. she didn’t confront you or anything, and she didn’t really say anything to you, she just looked at you a few times in class. and every time she did, you hid your face in your arms on your desk.

god, she probably thinks im insane.

i really hope she didn’t say anything to any-

“can we go home? i don’t wanna live in this car.”

you’re snapped out of your daze by your sister, kitty, still wearing a helmet,making you tighten your grip on the steering wheel.

“sorry.” you dryly reply, moving the gear stick to reverse.

“are you good? you’re being way quiet today….it’s weird. you’re usually like constantly annoying me-“

“im fine, don’t worry about it.”

she simply shrugs and goes back on her phone.

you start reversing the car, and nearly have a heart attack when you almost run someone over.

“HEY!”

you hear a voice thats all too familiar , turning around to see abby behind your car.

she wastes no time walking to your window, and you unwillingly roll down your window.

“im really sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“you messing with me or something today baker?”

she chuckles, resting her arms on your open window. too close for comfort.

you nervously laugh in response, an awkward smile plastered on your face.

“whos this?” abby motions to your sister in the passenger seat.

“oh uhm..my sister-“

“kitty. who are you?”

she interrupts you, giving abby a questioning look.

“abby. nice helmet, i should’ve had one.”

kitty and abby both laugh, and you want to sink into your seat right then and there.

“im really sorry abby, i didn’t mean to.”

“well, maybe check your rear mirrors more. i gotta go. maybe don’t hit me this time?”

abby moves herself off the window, hand resting on her bag strap. you offer another laugh.

“bye abby.”

abby gives the both of you a small wave before walking away. you wait until she’s completely gone to finally back out of your parking spot and start driving, nerves still a wreck.

“oooooo you have a girlfriend!!!”

kitty giggles, staring at you.

“shes not my- we’re friends.”

yeah, your friend who you just kissed in the middle of the track field.

“isn’t that what ellie said to y-“

“KITTY.”

♩♪♩♬. hello?

you felt the wind on your face, pedaling your bike down the street. despite it still being august, it was cold and foggy outside, painting the streets in various shades of grey and dark green. thats seattle for you.

you finally reach your destination, popping out the kickstand and setting down your bike on the pavement.

the door of the diner chimes when you push it open, the bells hung on the corner ringing. you sit down at the long table by the window, setting down your backpack on the table. you come there a lot. to get away from your house, to calm down, to do homework, and you used to come here with ellie.

“long time no see.”

your favorite waitress, joyce, walks up behind you.

you turn around and smile at her, feeling at ease with her presence.

“yeah, i’ve been kinda busy.” you lie.

“where’s your friend?”

‘friend’. she was talking about ellie. the slight mention of her makes your stomach churn.

“oh uh…we’re not really friends anymore.”

you say, smile falling.

“oh, thats a shame. you just want your shirley? or something different?”

she replies, smiling back at you.

“the shirleys fine, thanks.”

she nodded and walked away. you felt like you were going back into your dramatic-phase, feeling your chest tighten at the mention of ellie.

the two of you went here almost every day after school. it started because you didn’t want kitty bothering you while the both of you studied, but you two just liked the atmosphere. it was a pretty old diner, having been there since wayyy before you both were born. all of the decor was red white and blue, and it looked straight out of a 50’s movie. you usually just got drinks (your shirley temple, and ellies cherry coke), but you’d occasionally get some fries or a burger if you were hungry. they have the best burgers. you both just sat and talked to each other for hours. time had always seemed to slow when you were with her, she’s just so easy to talk to. about school, family stuff, shows you both liked, and of course ellie loved talking about random space facts and stuff about dinosaurs, casually slipping them into conversations. you always listened tho, cuz it was her.

you feel that same weight in your stomach you always did when you thought about you and ellie, face slightly falling into a pout. your daydreaming is interrupted by joyce bringing you over your drink, setting it down with a smile. you thank her and finally stop thinking about ellie, instead pulling out your folder and starting on your calculus homework. mr renee had a reputation for assigning homework on the first day. asshole.

you put on your headphones and started working, stopping to take a sip of your drink every once in a while. you’re almost finished when you feel someone standing behind you.

“r?”

your headphones hide her voice, but you turn around to face her, pulling them onto your shoulders.

and low and behold, its abby.

why? she’s never been here before. did she find me or something?

“hey.” she spoke, a small grin on her face.

“how did you know i was here?” you question , a confused look on your face.

“i have my sources.” she replies, sitting down on the stool next to you.

you slightly raise your brow at her, but try to brush it off.

maybe she just…saw me in the window.

theres an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, abby tapping her fingers on the table, and you pretending to look at your homework.

“i think you already know what im gonna ask about.”

your face suddenly goes hot, and you start fidgeting with your hands. shit.

“i’m really sorry abby, i just…..”

you hesitated, not wanting to continue your sentence.

“just what? wanted a kiss? yknow, you could’ve asked me.”

you slightly chuckle at her reply, becoming a liiiittle more at ease. she’s joking!!

“…i was trying to make someone jealous. its kinda stupid, i know. my brain just….didn’t work as fast as my body.”

“who were you trying to make jealous?”

“….ellie.” you replied, finally looking at her.

she laughed, almost too loud, and a proud smile appeared on her face.

“that’s where i remember you from, you’re ellies girl.”

“was.” you utter.

she doesn’t remember me from being in the same school for 6 years? ouch.

“well, good. shes a piece of shit anyways, i don’t know why you even got with her in the first place.”

she replies, smug as ever.

“yeah, guess it was a stupid decision.”

you chuckle, staring down at your hands.

“i’ve made a lot of stupid decisions too.”

abby says, noticing how your face slightly fell with your response.

“like what?” you ask, looking back up at her.

“yknow nora?”

you nod, waiting for her elaboration.

“we dated for a while, then i caught her with owen at a party. owen. like, are you serious???”

“dude, that’s brutal. same thing happened to me with ellie. but like….it thankfully was not owen.” you reply, slightly laughing. you feel a sense of relief washing over you now that the awkward atmosphere is gone.

abby stops for a second, looking like she’s thinking about something.

“okay, i have an idea, but its like….kinda crazy.”

“what is it?”

“what if we like…pretended we were dating?”

“seriously?”

“why not? you can make ellie jealous, and i can make nora jealous. kill two birds with one stone.”

you hesitate for a second. ellies already mad, why not make her even more upset?

“yknow what? yeah, we should.”

abby smiles at you, and you return it with a grin.

“you hungry?”

“a contract? really?”

abby laughed, grabbing a fry and dipping before taking a bite.

“hey, we’re being professional!”

you joke, pulling out your notebook and a pen. the two of you had been talking for almost an hour, and eating the burgers abby ordered for you. the conversation went by so easily, the two of you plotting your amazing plan and joking the whole time. the table was filled with laughs and smiles, and you felt the same warmth you always did in this diner.

“alright then ms. businesswoman, what’re you gonna put on it?”

abby questioned you, taking the last sip of her shirley temple. what a copycat!!!

“hm…..okay, number one, no kissing.”

abby put on a fake pout and looked back at you.

“aw man, i wanted another one!”

you both giggled, and you wrote down the words on the paper.

“only if absolutely necessary.”

“when is kissing someone necessary?”

“sometimes you just gotta.”

abby lets out a small chuckle, and eats another fry.

“you can put your hand in my back pocket. ‘s more romantic.”

“why that?”

“like in sixteen candles!”

“…what is that?”

“oh my gosh, you’ve never seen sixteen candles?”

“nuh uh.” her words are muffled as she eats another fry.

“im putting that in the contract.”

abby rolls her eyes jokingly.

“okay…number two, no snitching.”

“rule one of fight club, don’t talk about fight club.”

you slightly raise your brow at her, not understanding the reference.

“seriously? you’ve never seen fight club?”

you shake your head no.

“put that on there too.”

you write down ‘sixteen candles/fight club double feature’ on the paper, with a smiley face next to it.

“i could write you notes? i said i’d do that for nora, but i forgot.”

“you gonna forget again?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

“i won’t. i promise.”

you write down the rule, taking a sip of your drink.

“andddd you have to go my games.” abby added.

of course ms. star lacrosse player needed you at her games. did you understand lacrosse at all? absolutely not. but she didn’t need to know that!

you scribbled it down on the paper, nodding to abby.

“and parties.”

“am i your trophy wife or something?”

“hey, we aren’t fake-married yet.”

you both erupt into laughter, the sound echoing through the almost empty diner.

“fine, you have to drive me and kitty to school.”

“oh? you’re an amazing driver, why don’t you wanna drive yourself?”

you roll your eyes at her sarcasm, writing down the rule underneath the one before.

“anddd one last thing. ski trip.”

every year , your school brought the seniors on a ski trip. its an overnight trip in the mountains, and it was notorious for students sneaking out and partying. (and hooking up.) it was later in the year, during winter.

“you think we’re still gonna be doing this by then?”

“hey, you never know.”

abby shrugs, and you write down ‘SKI TRIP’ in big letters on the paper. you write both of your names on the paper, and a line next to them to sign it.

“here.” you pass the paper and pen over to abby.

she signs her name before passing the paper back to you, letting you sign yours.

“you promise you wont break the contact?” you say, holding out a pinky towards abby.

abby lets out a light chuckle.

“promise.” she replies, before interlocking your pinkies.

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[sporadicmemeage]

THE LAST FIVE YEARS, musical by jason robert brown - sentence starters

↳ feel free to change pronouns, etc.

"[Name]'s decided it's time to move on."

"[Name]'s convinced the problems are mine."

"[Name] is probably feeling just fine, but I'm still hurting."

"What about lies, [Name]? What about things that you swore to be true?"

"Bring back the lies, hang them back on the wall. Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all."

"Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn, but that wouldn't change the fact. That wouldn't speed the time."

"I'm breaking my mother's heart the longer I stand looking at you."

"If you had a tattoo, that wouldn't matter. If you had a shaved head, that would be cool."

"I've been waiting for someone like you."

"The minute I first met you I could barely catch my breath."

"You are the story I should write."

"If you like to drink blood, I think it's cute."

"I think that I could be in love with someone like you."

"See? We're laughing. I think we're gonna be okay."

"I mean, we'll have to try a little harder and bend things to and fro to make this love as special as it was five years ago."

"I think we both can see what could be better. I'll own when I was wrong."

"I didn't know you had to go so soon. I thought we had a little time."

"You know what makes me crazy? I'm sorry, can I say this? You know what makes me nuts?"

"We could be together, here together, sharing our night and spending our time, and you are gonna choose someone else to be with."

"You could be here with me or be there with them - as usual guess which you pick?"

"You do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know."

"The point is, [Name], that you can't spend a single day that's not about you, and you, and nothing but you."

"I swear to god I'll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying and not do anything at all."

"I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast."

"Some people can't get success with their art. Some people never feel love in their heart. Some people can't tell the two things apart."

"I met my personal Aphrodite."

"But I'm so happy I can't get worried."

"His eyes light up, and how can I complain?"

"Yes he's insane, but look what he can do."

"I tend to follow in his stride instead of side by side."

"I said I'd stick it out and follow through."

"He smiles, and nothing else makes sense."

"But shouldn't I want the world to see the brilliant girl who inspired me?"

"Don't you think now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?"

"Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar! Say hello to [Name], big time star!"

"Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?"

"He wants me, he wants me - but he ain't gonna get me."

"Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right. I finally got something right."

"The torture is just exquisite while I'm waiting for you to visit."

"Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?"

"If we make it till then - can I ask you again?"

"Just holding you might compel me to ask you for more."

"There are so many lives I want to share with you. I will never be complete until I do."

"I am not always on time, please don't expect that from me."

"If you can just wait, I'll get there eventually."

"Anything other than exactly on time I can do."

"I don't know why people run. I don't know why things fall through."

"I don't know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you."

"I want to be your wife."

"I want to bear your child."

"I want to die knowing that I had a long full life in your arms."

"That, I can do. Forever, with you."

"Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes? For a million summers, till the world explodes."

"It'd be me and [Name], and nothing else would matter."

"But it's fine, it's fine, it's fine. I mean, I'm happy."

"And I'm showing her my left hand, I'm gesticulating with my left hand."

"You know I love her."

"I'll be there soon, [Name], I swear."

"I am a good person. I am an attractive person. I am a talented person."

"Don't stare at my resume - I made up half of my resume - look at me, stop looking at that, look at me."

"I hate these fucking shoes."

"I will not be the girl stuck at home in the 'burbs with the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs."

"I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius's heels."

"I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by."

"Can we please, for a minute, stop blaming, and say what you feel?"

"Did you think this would all be much easier than it's turned out to be?"

"If I didn't believe in you, we wouldn't be having this fight."

"It never took much convincing to make me believe in you."

"Don't we get to be happy, [Name]?"

"I will not fail so you can be comfortable, [Name], I will not lose because you can't win."

"I thought about what I wanted. It wasn't like that at all."

"He blew me off with a heartfelt letter. I thought, I can do better than that."

"You don't need to get a haircut, you don't need to change your shoes. You don't have to like Duran Duran, just love me."

"You don't have to change a thing, just stay with me."

"I want you, and you, and nothing but you. No substitution will do."

"I don't need any lifetime commitments, I don't need to get hitched tonight."

"I don't want you to put up all your walls and defenses."

"It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on."

"I wrote a story and we changed the ending."

"Don't kiss me goodbye again."

"Goodbye until the next time you call. I will be waiting for you."

"Goodbye until tomorrow. Goodbye till I recall how to breathe."

"I have been waiting for you."

"I open myself one stitch at a time."

"Finally he can cut through these strings and open my wings."

"Goodbye until the rest of my life."

"I'm not the only one who's hurting here."

"I could never rescue you."

"All I could do was love you hard and let you go."

"We could fight, or we could wait, or...I could go."

"I didn't see a way we both could win."

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 33

A/N: NSFW 18+ content at the end of this chapter. Fingering, PIV, masterbation, blood drinking, praise kink. Good girl. Whimsey is in horny jail.

Chapter 33

After running out of the ballroom, I made my way to the guest room Abel and I were staying in. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. Why did I have to cry when I was angry? Why did my brother’s words always have to hurt?

“Ma cherie…”

The next thing I knew, Abel was pulling me into his arms, my head resting on his chest. I hugged him back, drawing comfort from his embrace. “I swear…I hate him.”

Abel stroked my hair. “What did he do or say this time?” He asked, concerned.

“Just…his usual idiocy.” I answered.

“Mon amour, it seemed to have truly upset you. I’ve never seen you resort to shoving anyone before.” Abel replied. He pulled back slightly, lifting a hand to my chin and gently guiding my gaze to his. “Talk to me, ma cherie.”

His golden eyes were so warm and full of love and concern. His hand gentle as his fingers held my chin up. All reminding me how much he loved me. I took a deep breath. “He just…brought up the fact that I’m not…with child.” I answered. “Of course, he had to ask about it in the most horrid of ways…asking if as he put it, I was performing my wifely duties…”

“I sense that there is more bothering you than just your brother sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong.” Abel said, his hand caressing my cheek gently.

“How is it you always know?” I replied.

“Because it is you, mon amour.” He answered, kissing me on the forehead.

I sighed and pulled myself from his arms, going to sit down on the bench in front of the window. 

Abel came and sat beside me, taking my hand in his. “Colette…”

“He…he said…what if I were barren…” I was having such a hard time getting that sentence out. 

Abel’s hand caressed my cheek. “Ma cherie, does the idea bother you?” He asked.

“I…I don’t know. I mean, I’ve been raised that one day I would marry and have children.” I replied. “But…are you worried? I mean with as often as we are intimate and…I’m not yet…”

“Colette, mon amour, it doesn’t worry me.” He answered. 

“It doesn’t?”

He shook his head. “Mon amour, I do not make love to you for the purpose of procreation.” He told me. “I make love to you because I love you and I desire you and I want to be as close to you as possible. Because I want to be lost in you and see you writhing in pleasure because of me. Because words aren’t enough to express all of my love and desire for you.”

I felt my heart beating faster in my chest at his words. “Do…do you want…children?”

Abel smiled warmly at me, his hand caressing my cheek lovingly. “If a child is conceived and born from our love, I would be thrilled. I would love being a father and I think you would be a wonderful mother. But if we do not have a child, then I will be just as happy. Colette, you are the one I want. Not for having heirs, which I technically have no need of since I will live forever. I just want you.”

I threw myself into his arms, wrapping mine around him and burning my face in his chest. “Abel…”

“And even if we were trying to conceive there’s no need to fret just yet. It doesn’t always happen right away for everyone.” Abel assured me. He was then moving his hand, fingertips coming beneath my chin to tilt my head up, bringing my gaze to his. “And if you do want to give it a try, mon amour, I would be more than happy to take you on a second honeymoon. Seclude ourselves away once again and I’ll spend every day making love to you over and over again.”

I felt my cheeks heating up as he spoke such a tantalizing offer. “What if I were to say yes to a second honeymoon just because I like the sound of being secluded away with you again?”

Abel grinned at me, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me into his lap. “Then I shall happily make the arrangements.” He answered before kissing me lovingly. “I love you, Colette. Whether we have children or not. Just being with you is what makes me happy. Loving you makes me feel complete.”

I smiled and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. “I love you, Abel. So very much and you make me so incredibly happy. Happier than I ever thought I would be. You’ve made my life so much more than I thought it would be.”

Abel pulled me into a deep kiss then, his tongue quickly slipping into my mouth to tangle with my own. My heart was already pounding and my body temperature rising. When we broke the kiss, we were both panting. “Words are never enough.” He murmured before standing up, lifting me as he did so.

“No…they are not.” I agreed, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck.

Abel shivered before carrying me over to the bed. He laid me down and climbed on top of me. His lips were on mine once again as his hands moved to start undressing me. My own hands reached to undo his clothes, fingers caressing his skin as I bared him. HIs hands doing the same to me.

He had my dress completely off by the time I had his top half bared. He lifted up the skirt of  my chemise, his hands caressing my thighs, teasingly as he kissed along my neck. “Ma cherie…you’re so beautiful.” He murmured against my skin, fingers slowly sliding up my inner thigh before coming to the center of my heat. His lips quirked up into a grin against my neck. “And already so wet for me.”

I felt my cheeks heating up at his words. My heart pounding in my chest. I gasped when his fingers traced over that sensitive bud. He could be such a tease. Over our time together though…I had my own ways of teasing. I slid my hand down the front of his body, tracing over every line and muscle before sliding my hand into the front of his pants.I gripped his hardened member. “And you’re..already so hard for me.”

Abel groaned against my neck. “Mon amour…you tempt my control.”

I grinned up at him and gave him a tug. “That would be the poin…” My words were lost to a moan as he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them and hitting that sweet spot inside. His thumb moved against my pleasure pearl. “Hah…Abel…”

He grinned at me, pulling back to look at my face, watching me as he continued to pump and curl his fingers, swirling and flicking his thumb. “That’s my good girl. Moan for me, cherie.”

My hips bucked against his hand as the heat began to build inside of me. Still, I didn’t want to be the only one feeling so good. I stroked him with my hand, running my thumb over the sensitive tip. The more times we made love, the more I began to grow bold and comfortable with touching him. And Abel seemed to enjoy everything I did.

“Ah…mon amour…” He moaned and bucked his hips, thrusting into my hand even as he continued to work me with his fingers. He changed the rhythm and angle of his fingers, hitting that particularly sensitive spot.

I felt my body shudder as the pleasure washed over me. I was closer to the edge. “Hah, Abel…ngh…I’m…I’m so close…” I moaned and writhed as I stroked him further, my pace increasing with my own pleasure.

Abel let out a groan. “Colette…” I was right on the edge about to tumble over when he withdrew his fingers from me, grinning at me as he did so.

“Abel…” I whined.

“I can’t take it anymore, ma cherie.” He replied before undoing his trousers and freeing himself. He barely had his pants pulled down before he was slipping himself inside me in one swift stroke.

“Hah…Abel…” I moaned as I reached for him.

His arms wrapped around me as he pressed his body flush with mine. He kissed me on the lips, lovingly. “Colette, mon amour…you are far too tempting to resist.” He told me as he began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of me. He kissed along the side of my neck. 

I bucked my own hips in time with his. “Ngh…Abel…I could say the same…about you, my love.” I ran my hands over his back, my nails raking along his flesh as I felt my pleasure increasing.

Abel groaned and hissed. “Mmm..ma cherie…”

“I…I’m so…”

He silenced me with a kiss. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I love every touch from you.” He told me before kissing down the side of my neck, hands running over my body. “It feels as though you are marking me…and I love it.” His hands pushed my chemise up further and came to my hips, thumbs pressing into the flesh of my pelvis, adding to the pleasure as he moved inside me.

White hot heat shot through me. “Hah…Abel!” I cried out as the pleasure washed over me and I soon tumbled over the edge. I clung tighter to him as my release barreled through me.

“Mon amour…” Abel groaned as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I felt his fangs brush against my flesh, though they did not piece my skin. “Ngh…” He groaned, fighting with his desire for me and for my blood.

I knew he wasn’t ready to bite me yet. Wasn’t ready to make me a vampire too…even though I was perfectly fine with the idea. Even in my pleasure hazed mind, I was aware of this. I recalled a letter opener on the nightstand. It was still there and just within reach.

I managed to grab the letter opener. “Abel…”

With effort, he pulled his face from my neck and looked at me. “Colette, you don’t…”

Before he could finish, I raked the sharp point of the letter opener across my palm. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” I told him, offering up my palm.

Golden eyes focused in on the red line beading across my palm. “Colette…mon amour…you…”

I smiled up at him. “Don’t make me have cut my hand for nothing.” I said, echoing the words I had spoken to him thirteen years ago.

“I do not deserve you, mon amour.” He murmured before taking me by the wrist and bringing my hand to his lips. His tongue licked along the wound before he set his lips to it, sucking gently. His golden eyes were locked on me as he drank my blood.

I let out a moan at his intense gaze and the way his lips and tongue moved along my hand. There was something dark and sensual about the way he drank my blood. Just as it had that night, it stirred something in me once more and I felt heat begin to rise deep within me.

I felt his lips twitch into a grin against my palm as he continued to hold my hand there…and then I felt a thrust. A hard and deep thrust. Followed by another and then another.

“Hah! Abel!” I cried out. The thrusts combined with him drinking my blood was a new level of pleasure and intimacy. “Hah…this…ah…ngh…too good…so…intense…ABEL!” My release hit me once again, my walls clamping furiously round his cock.

Abel groaned into my hand as my release pulled him into his own, filling me deeply. As we both slowly came down from our shared pleasure high, he kissed my hand gently before pulling my hand from his mouth, his lips stained red with my blood.

“Hah…Colette, mon amour, you indulge me too much.” He murmured.

I gave him a smile. “I don’t think so.”

We stayed there for a moment, just resting against each other. Slowly, he withdrew from inside me and went to the table in the room. He picked up the wash cloths and grabbed a few other things before returning to the bed. He licked my blood from his lips before taking my hand once again.

“Colette, you needn’t do this for me.” He said as he cleaned and bandaged the cut.

“I can tell you are not yet ready to bite me.” I replied. “And it seems cruel to deny you something when there is a simple solution.”

“You need not hurt yourself for my sake, Colette.”

“Who said it was entirely all for you?” I replied, my cheeks reddening.

Abel looked at me as he tied the bandage around my hand. He quirked a brow at me. “Oh?”

“I…I like it when you drink from me…” I admitted. “Pretty sure thirteen years ago you woke something up in me when you did the first time.”

“I do recall the sounds you made.” He replied, unable to keep himself from smiling.

“What would you say if I told you…that after I went back to bed that night…I felt certain… stirrings…and before I could fall back to sleep…I touched myself…?”

“Is that so?” He asked, very intrigued by this new information.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Then I’d say this is not over.” He replied, grinning at me, taking my uninjured hand in his and guiding it between my legs. “Because I want you to show me.”

I gasped. “You…want me to…”

He grinned at me. “Be a good girl and show me.” He said, leaning in to kiss me gently. “And then I’ll reward you.”

I nodded. Gods why was this so incredibly sexy?! I did as instructed, moving my fingers between my legs, showing him exactly what I had done to relieve myself before, his golden eyes transfixed on my every move. Lips offering praise with every stroke I gave to myself. And when I finally came he was smiling.

“Good girl.” He murmured in my ear before moving back over me. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

We didn��t leave our guest room for the rest of the day. Not even for dinner.

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[oldbutchdanielcraig]

this is such a fucking stupid question but. do you have any advice for developing a good understanding of characters? like i wish i could put those guys into situations but it's like there's a mental block and my mind goes blank as if they're Unfathomable Real People Who I Cannot Possibly Hope To Ever Understand.

no not a stupid question! actually a really good question. it's such a good question in fact that i don't have a simple answer so i'm going to. word vomit onto the page and hope something sticks. i ramble like crazy so have a read more :)

precursor: i have to note that i feel like armand and daniel are the two characters i've like. Understood. more than any other characters in my life. i think that's because i relate to them both in very distinct but separate ways (we'll discuss that later) but i think it's also because. part of anne rice's writing and the show's adaptation is so determined to break these characters down to their fundamental parts. that's kind of the thesis statement of the books, even, that when you live forever you're no longer a "product of your time" but rather just you, yourself, and you kind of have to spend the rest of your eternal life figuring out who that is. so that to me gives both a flexibility and a set of basic building blocks for each character that you can play with.

that being said, here are a couple of ways i maybe go about building understanding:

option 1: the projectorrrrr (this is me most of the time)

if you like looking at your character and going "ha ha i do that" then that's awesome. do that! figure out what parts you relate to and think, okay, if the vampire armand was me, how would he react to my coworker saying this. alternatively, if i was the vampire armand, would would i do if i'd just broken a 500 year vow to myself?

this is where, like, critical thinking comes into play of course, because you are not the vampire armand and the vampire armand is not you. but 1) you're allowed to play around in the sandbox and have fun without constantly going "He Would Not Fucking Say That" because uhhh. this is fandom and we are doing this for fun and 2) once you to get to the point where you're kindly going "He Would Not Fucking Say That" you can then be like oh! well what would he say? because the contrasts are often as fun to explore as the comparisons

option 2: that's my friend

i also think you genuinely can view characters as Real People — but you can hope to understand them!!! or at least you can understand Your view of them, which doesn't have to perfectly match mine or anyone else's view.

this is going to sound crazy and part of the reason why i feel like i don't have a good answer to your question, but genuinely my best writing happens when i uhhh. hear them speaking. in my mind. this is literally a developed skill because like 4-5 years ago i was terrible at writing dialogue and it frustrated me + i never had good ideas for fics because i just wanted to write meta posts. so i was like. i'm going to get good at writing dialogue if it kills me. imagine you're talking to them or they're talking to someone else. look up writing prompt sentences (like on roleplay blogs if nothing else) and think about how they'd respond. i'm at the point where i'll decide on a situation and will sit in silence for a minute, imagine them like dolls in my head, and go "SPEAK!" and wait to hear what they'll say.

my final tip is to please please remember if nothing else that this is supposed to be fun and that at the end of the day it is just playing with dolls online with your friends. you're allowed to be wrong. in fact you probably will be. but that's okay! you can start small and be wrong and as long as you're having fun and enjoying putting your characters in scenarios it's all worth it

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10: Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

23: Best writing advice for other writers?

Ty for sending an ask!!

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Hitoshi shrinks in the shadowy junction between the hallway and the living room—a minute flinch. Shouta startles, blinks. When he opens his eyes again, Hitoshi is still watching him with an unreadable expression.

I chose the first paragraph, since the sentence is only three words long lol. Some more 'the learning curve of being a twentysomething superhero foster dad' from 'now i'm glad i get forever' !!

(also, it's very convenient that the word chosen for this ask game was 'blinks' when that's kind of part of Aizawa's whole thing lol)

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

OKAY SO this is one I struggle to follow myself, but when I do manage to remember it, I can't deny its effectiveness. It comes from one of my favorite authors, VE Schwab (who also has a lot of Very Good thoughts on craft), and what it boils down to is this: you're not writing a book--or, in this case, a fic, but I use this when working on my novel-writing endeavors all the time. You're writing a page. You're writing a paragraph. You're writing a single line. For me, it's really, really easy to get overwhelmed by everything I want to talk about in a fic, especially if I have a clear vision in my head that I'm struggling to put on the page. Sometimes (oftentimes) what's necessary is taking a step back and just focusing on this tree, and the next tree, and the next, and eventually you've planted a forest. Try to stop worrying about what you need to write on the next page and focus on the words you're writing right now, how they sound together, the way the sentence is structured and flows. Obviously, don't get caught up on the little details you can edit later, but this is a super helpful way to ground yourself in a piece. Like practicing mindfulness, but for writing!

(I realize now that for people who don't have this issue, 'write the words you're writing' sounds like. Very 'well, duh,' writing advice, but I often get really preoccupied with all of the points I want to hit in a scene at the expense of those little details that usually come to you in the moment, the ones that tend to stick with writers and readers alike. I need the reality check of 'the scene is literally just a bunch of sentences, so focus on those.' It's kind of like another piece of writing advice I read once, which was basically that if you feel like you're getting lost somewhere, go back and edit just one scene/paragraph/section until you really like it, and it captures the tone you want, and gives you a template that you want the rest of the work to match! ANYWAY THAT'S ALL I THINK)

[konoa-t]

GranEssex Live Konoa Reaction (part 1)

Henlo I am deciding to do a live reading of @kachikirby ‘s series GranEssex Chronicles

I’m gonna try and go through the entire series, starting with the first book, “Wings of Beginning”

This is my first full-on live blogging(?) post, so idk if theres any way I should be doing it but f*ck it we ball

Anyway there’s a lot of text so behind a cut it goes!

(SPOILER WARNING cuz i’ll also be talking about what goes down in the book to give context for my ramblings)

Chapter 1

Note: Gonna try to use punctuation for now but this will probably disintegrate as time goes on (me hate punctuation on tumblr blog ooga booga). Also this live blog is pretty summary-heavy, but I’ll try to tone that down in future posts.

I’ve technically read up until chapter 4, but I’m gonna go ahead and backtrack to look over the previous chapters again and give my reaction on those :D it would feel weird to just start it halfway through anyway. The chapter opens up with Kurabe (if u don’t know who that is you should probably go check out Kachi’s account) going on a mission to eliminate a criminal group only to see that everyone’s just been absolutely bodied by some blue toddler with a stick. Kurabe’s like, “hey I need to take u in for questioning” and the kid is like “nuh uh” and tries clubbing her to death, but obviously Kurabe is stronger so she just blocks him. Even though I was only, like, two sentences in, my attention was already grabbed; I was very excited to see what happened next :D Anyway, Kurabe gets one of her swords knocked out of her hand by the kid, and she’s just like “ah.” But then she teleports behind him and chops him in the back of the head with her hand, causing the kid to faint. I was kinda surprised that she just knocked him out like that, but I guess it makes sense because she had a job to do lmao. Anyway she gets back to her ship and Mercury is there and, upon seeing the child, is just like “HUH”. Kurabe says that he’s fine and only has minor injuries, so she goes to her room to patch him up a little. She wondered why someone would leave their kid on a planet with so much criminal activity, and I honestly agreed because I was just as confused 💀 who leaves a whole toddler on the planetary equivalent of Detroit??? Insane, bro. So anyway she cleans him up and after he wakes up, Kurabe says good morning to him and the kid just immediately goes

Anyway, Kurabe tells him to calm down and asks his name, to which the child responds, “Meta.” It was pretty much implied from the start that this was Meta Knight, but I was still like “OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS HIM” Anyway cue Meta being suspicious of Kurabe and Kurabe trying her best to calm him down. I’m watching this whole interaction go down and honestly wondering if Meta’s just gonna straight up maul Kurabe, but thankfully he doesn’t. Kurabe’s maternal urges start taking over and she offers to raise Meta- err, I meannn… train him (because I can’t imagine it would be good to send him back to space Detroit 💀) and Meta asks if he can stay on her ship forever. Kurabe is like “yeah sure” and then after talking, she helps show him around his new room and then they sit down and have a meal together. The image of Meta playing with the spaghetti was really cute :D Meta makes mention of Kurabe’s sword and Kurabe tells him that she’d train him. However, she did warn him that he training was so intense that students have quit or even DIED because of it (which is…. Scary /not neg). He agrees to the training. Meta then got kinda tired so he went to go to sleep, and as Kurabe was tucking him in, he grabs onto her and they end up falling asleep together :DD Overall this was a very cute chapter and it does a great job of grabbing the attention.

[doyozen]

ROOM 37. haechan.

part 4. 6.8k words.

playlist here

in which she falls for the guitarist next door.

ft. jeno, renjun, jaemin, yangyang, xiaojun, kun, soobin, winter, yeji

genre enemies to lovers, band au

warning contains drinking, smoking, mature content, haechan is an asshole at first

❝that attitude of yours is awful,

lee haechan. i don't care how

hot you are.❞

❝you think i'm hot? how sweet.❞

stars luminated and danced in the night sky once the sun had fully set after the show. the friendgroup walked down the sidewalk under the lights of family businesses taking over the street, sticking close to one another as comfortable conversation filled the air.

the band had joined in on the friends strolling around tiresomely which had yangyang and xiaojun too interested in their lives as a local band, but sunny cautiously looked over her shoulder to scowl at their loud laughter. even haechan welcomed himself. even his girlfriend.

"are they dating?" jaemin asked to both yangyang and xiaojun silently, referring to youngmi and soobin holding hands.

xiaojun sighed as his thick eyebrows pushed together in thought, swishing the beer can in his hand around. "i actually have no idea."

"not officially," yangyang chimed in, "but i mean... look at them. they might as well put a title on it now."

"youngmi is kind of picky about the guys she dates so i have faith in this kid. he seems cool."

jaemin nodded, but stayed silent with nothing much to say about soobin, and the conversation about the pair remained short-lived.

youngmi kept her hand in soobins grasp as she became immersed in whatever it was sunny and eric talked about. mainly in attempt to drown out the voices from haechan and his girlfriend, the sound of their laughter that they didn't try to hard to conceal right behind her as they walked. her hand subconsciously squeezed soobins hand tighter when she suddenly felt insecure that they were laughing at her.

"dads started asking me for money again," youngja sighed as she twirled her fork around her food, feeling seemingly pull after a half empty plate.

the sisters sat in their favorite local diner together, as they did on their free time since kids. "really? you'd think him having a rich girlfriend the same age as you, he wouldn't have to do that anymore."

the elder shuttered at the thought, still feeling grossed out. "yeah, but apparently she wants to split up with him. i wish i could say i'm surprised but i'm used to it at this point."

as sad as it was, all three siblings were entirely used to watching their father go through girlfriends like nobodies business. they were all too familiar with him only contacting them when he needed something, even when they were kids, and once he started dating a woman the same age as youngja, they finally stopped having hope for his change.

"i wish he would just leave us alone forever," youngmi said, "i know he's our dad but life would legit be so much easier."

"i mean, i do too to an extent. i stopped believing he was gonna change but i don't know. something keeps telling me i shouldn't hold it against him if he ever actually wanted to change."

youngmi hummed, sipping on her lemonade. she didn't fully agree but she definitely understood where her big sister was coming from. "anything new with you lately?" youngja asked.

"i made some friends, met a guy, xiaojun came back, i hardly sleep at night because my neighbors kind of a dick. life is good." the two laughed at the final part of her sentence.

"i'm gonna need you to run that last one back."

youngmi huffed, "well, he's a guitar player and plays his little guitar for hours every single night and i hate to say it, but i think i got used to it."

"people can be assholes," youngja muttered, shaking her head at the thought.

and she was right.

"hey, i'm outside your place."

"...what?"

"sorry babe, i know it's early and sudden but can i ask you a favor?"

youngmi was barely awake when she answered a call from sunny, groggily humming as she stood up to go answer the door. sunny on the other side sent a wide grin. "good morning!”

the girl mumbled more incoherent words back as she moved to the side to allow her friend inside, still registering what was happening. sunny walked to the couch and plopped down, patting the seat next to her where youngmi trudged over lazily.

"what's up?" the younger yawned, her swollen eyes finally opening properly.

"can you come to dinner with me tonight?" she asked urgently.

"i'm flattered, but i only see you as a friend," youngmi joked back, earning a laugh and a light shove from the other.

"what i mean is, i have to go to dinner with my parents tonight but i cannot go alone. like i just can't. haechans bringing his girlfriend and it's bad enough that i have to hear my parents for an entire night, i don't wanna be a third-wheel in the process."

"not that i don't want to, but what about yeji or winter? or even eric?"

"the girls are busy and eric secretly can't stand my parents."

"okay, that sounds promising."

"i'm sorry, i know it sounds dreadful but i neeeeed you. i'll literally do anything."

the idea of spending a night with two adults she didn't know, a guy she can't stand, and his girlfriend (who she assumed was the same girl she met in the laundry room) who seemed just as bad as him, did not sound pleasing whatsoever. however, youngmi really had nothing better to do with her life. the least she could do was do this one favor for her friend.

"okay, yeah, i'll do it."

"holy shit, thank you," sunny sighed in relief, grabbing her friends face and placing a lingering kiss on her cheek, "i owe you. i'll pick you up tonight!"

the girl stood once sunny was out the place and had shut the door behind her. with another yawn, she moped back into her bedroom to go straight back to sleep.

hours later she was fully awake this time, no interruptions from friends asking for favors, no music or guitar playing. she now was rummaging through her clothes to find something decent to wear to dinner, awaiting a text back from sunny after asking her what she should wear.

when she finally responded and said it was quite the fancy restauraunt and to dress nice, she was in even more of a dilemma because she knew she hardly had a lot of clothes to begin with, let alone something formal. sunny seemed to have been too busy with something else to text back since when asked how nice, she kept it short by saying anything nice.

this didn't help at all.

youngmi decided finally with a plain black dress that hugged her body, one that she'd usually only wear on a normal summer day, but quite literally had no other option. she had no idea if it was too nice, especially paired with heals, but sunny had yet to open her phone and respond to the texts to the few mirror pictures sent from youngmi.

then by the time she did, she was already on her way to youngmis house and were running late. youngmi grabbed her things and quickly ran outside into the elevator and out the building.

"hi," she greeted sunny after she was inside her car, "i had no idea what to wear, i really hope this is okay."

"you look hot, please, and i'm wearing a dress too. if we were wearing anything else we'd be ridiculed by my mother."

"she sounds real nice."

the drive was silent, sunny growing more nervous as seconds went by and youngmi noticing her quietness and didn't want to further bother her by saying something stupid. the two were just a few minutes late, the others already seated and waiting.

"i see them," sunny said, stress clear in her voice. "if anything goes even a little bit left, we run."

youngmi laughed, though she was pretty sure sunny was completely serious, before their arms locked together and they went over to the table. her mom noticed them almost right away, a visible crease in her eyebrows from frowning an rapidly sending texts to her daughter asking when she'd arrive.

"sunhwa, you're late." she said, her voice low but just right amount of warning tone that easily made sunny fearful.

"i'm sorry, traffic was crazy," the daughter replied, leaning in to kiss her mother on the cheek before pulling away, "mom, this is my friend youngmi."

much like her son, their mother kept pretty much only one expression at all times. blank. her thin face accented by light makeup, the only pop of color being a bright red lip, only the smallest bit of wrinkles around her eyes with not even a slight grin.

"nice to meet you. mrs. lee, and that's my husband." the woman looked behind her and youngmi peered over her shoulder to give the man a slight wave, to which he responded with a friendly smile. "have a seat, ladies."

it was only then youngmi turned to make eye contact with haechan, as his eyes were glued to her the moment she made her presence at the table. she could see his piercings were gone, but didn't look for long as she sat down in between his girlfriend and sunny. the girl she met briefly in the laundry room made no attempt to seem even the slightest bit interested in the dinner, just latching onto haechan and her eyes looking everywhere that wasn't his parents.

sunny slipped her jacket off, twisting her body a bit to place it neatly on her chair when her mother scoffed. "i can't stand looking at those tattoos. you really ruined your body, sunhwa."

sunny kept her eyes ahead of her with a small sigh. "sorry you feel that way."

"i mean, how do you expect to get a real job with those? there's no way that can be ever deemed as professional."

"didn't we come here to eat? if i wanted to sit here and listen to you complain, i might as well just move back in with you." haechan stepped in, arms leaned against the table.

mrs. lee glared, lifting her head slightly before sucking her teeth. "right, okay."

"so youngmi," mr. lee began, trying to save the awkward atmosphere, "what do you do?"

"oh, i work at a record shop. i'm really big on music." the girl nodded, for some reason feeling embarrassed announcing her job to the table. the parents seemed well put together and probably expected more from her.

"really? my son here, he's in a band! they're amazing." the man beamed, smiling from ear to ear talking about his son.

"yeah, i've seen them. they're good!"

haechan couldn't have cared less about the conversation or the fact that he was being complimented, just stirring his straw around his glass mindlessly and slouching a bit in his chair like a child. he couldn't even bother at least saying thanks.

"i wish my kids would get real jobs." mrs. lee muttered.

"hey, didn't you say you make a good amount of money, doing gigs?" youngmi asked hesitantly, turning her attention to haechan and his eyes lighting up when he realized he was being spoken to.

"...yeah?" the boy replied with a 'so?' tone.

"money or not, it's not a career. he'll learn that someday."

"i have to use the bathroom," sunny interrupted as she stood up abruptly, "come with me."

before youngmi could think, sunny was practically dragging her to the bathroom, huffing loudly the second they were away.

"you see what i mean now, right? she drives me fucking insane." the girl rubbed her temples as if she felt a headache forming.

"she's kind of awful, i'm sorry."

"don't be. she is."

"i'm guessing that's haechans dad out there?"

sunny hummed with another sigh, turning to the mirror to fix her hair. "my dads a deadbeat, you'll probably never see him. i hardly even see him."

youngmi nodded at the situation that felt all too familiar. she was glad she at least wasn't alone in that. "do you wanna go? i can make up some dumb excuse to leave."

"nah, i'd never hear the end of it if i leave now. plus the food here is really expensive and really good, so we should stay here just to make my parents pay for our over-priced meal."

youngmi laughed, not fully hating the idea as she was just glad sunnys parents even offered to pay for everyones meals because the prices were nearly as much as her rent. the pair took their sweet time fixing themselves up in the restrooms to pass time before gathering back up the courage to get back to the table.

the rest of the meal was spent with more of their mothers complaining, bickering, haechans girlfriend speaking about absolute nonsense, haechan hardly speaking himself unless it was to protest about something he didn't agree with, and youngmi silently watching everything go down while chowing down on her food.

"thank you for dinner," she thanked mr. and mrs. lee, bowing politely before leaving the place as quickly as possible once it was over.

"we survived!" sunny exclaimed dramatically as the four young adults stood outside the restaurant, the sun fully set and now a fully luminated moon in the sky.

"i'm gonna wait in the car." the girlfriend huffed, moving her legs without waiting for anyone to respond.

sunnys eyes followed her, a glare and even a slight snarl over her face. "why are you still dating her?"

haechan, who held a cigarette stick between his lips and dug through his pockets for a lighter, turned to look at his sister. "because i like her, obviously."

"she's a dick. you really know how to attract your own kind."

"very funny."

before sunny could further insult him, she felt her phone vibrating from her purse and pulled it out. youngmi watched as her frown quickly turned into an annoyed expression. "i'll be back." was all she said before turning on her heal back into the restauraunt.

awkward silence filled the air with the occasional sound of the wind drifting past and light huffs of haechan exhaling smoke from this mouth. the two stood just inches apart from each other, but youngmi couldn't even look his direction. though she's called him names that aren't very nice, told him his head was big enough for her to further inflate his ego, but now she felt herself practically shaking in his presence.

"why'd you come?" he was first to speak up this time, startling youngmi as she finally looked his way.

"um, sunny asked me to."

"hm."

thinking he was going to say more, youngmi kept her attention on him and when she realized he was done, turned her head back with both embarrassment and confusion.

she took in a breath before reluctantly opening her mouth again. "i feel like we... we got off on the wrong foot. so, i wanna apologize for the stuff i said to you. that's not the type of person i am."

the dark-haired boy still kept his eye ahead of him, taking in another hit of the stick, it at this point being nothing but a nub before he let it fall to the ground. "you wanna apologize?"

"yeah, that's what i said."

now that youngmis eyes were ahead of her was only when haechan finally turned to look at her before chuckling lightly. "you'd be more likable if you weren't so... cautious of the things you say. you think i'm an arrogant, mediocre guitar playing, big-headed asshole? then fine, think that."

in simple words, that wasn't quite the response she was expecting. "i'd be more likable? that's so... that's just rude. i try to be nice to you but you have not once said a word to be that wasn't just fucking rude."

"the more you say it, the more i start to believe it."

"you shouldn't be proud of that."

"never said i was."

"you act like it."

a stupid little sly grin was now over the boys lips as he glanced at her again before looking straight ahead of him. "so you want me to say sorry now, or what?"

"not if its insincere, which i know it will be so don't bother." her voice got quieter as she grew more annoyed, crossing her arms.

"not a problem, youngmi," with his tone in voice emphasizing the way he said her name, she didn't get a chance to say anything back before he was walking to his car.

"oh my god, is that the park youngmi?" was the very first thing yangyang said when youngmi entered the doors of the record store. a frown followed by a laugh left her as she set her bag down.

"the hell you on about?"

"two of the guys in that band came by, asking for you," he said with a playful grin, "renjun and jaemin, i think? something like that."

the shorter froze in her feet for a moment, the frown reappearing. "...did they say why?"

"no. i told them you wouldn't be here until later and then they just went on buying records and shit."

youngmi nodded slowly, not sure of how to reply and couldn't think of any reason why them, of all people, would be asking for her. "that's weird."

"weird as hell. but like, also, can't even lie, they seem so cool. like they're in a band, and they just do whatever they want. is that not so sick to you?" the boy beamed, following youngmi around, as he usually did during their shifts.

"yeah it's cool, i guess," she replied, obviously not that interested in the conversation. "you can always be friends with them if you think they're so cool."

"um, wasn't it you saying not to get involved with them? for whatever reason?" yangyang said, crossing his arms. "no! all because you hate haechan. that's why."

a glare was shot quicker than yangyang could think from youngmi, but she realized he was right. "maybe i was wrong. not about haechan, about the other ones. because i know first hand that haechan is a prick, but from what i've seen from the other guys, maybe they're not all that bad."

youngmi was never the type to judge people based on first impressions, or gossip, because she knew she'd hate if people did that to her. the band, besides her neighbor, seemed normal as far as she'd seen. although her new friends seemed entirely sure of their opinions, and that the best option was just to stay away, maybe it wasn't really fair to do that.

"right, but, i've never seen so many people so interested in getting to know you. no offense."

"me neither."

it didn't stop there, of course. yangyang had left work while youngmi was just in the beginning of her shift, just in time for soobin to come strutting in. his big eyes lit up when they landed on youngmi, the corners of his lips curving upwards as he walked his tall body her way.

his hands behind his back and a lively expression on his face. "i brought you something."

confused, but still way too happy to see him, youngmi placed all of her attention on him. "yeah?"

he pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing an iced drink in his hand, which youngmi immediately thought there couldn't be anything more perfect on such a hot day. "for me?!"

"yes, duh," he chuckled, "here."

the girl happily took the drink from his hands, sipping on it and thanking him. "you didn't have to, but thank you."

"no, of course, i wanted to," soobin replied, leaning his side into a shelf, "i also wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow night?"

"yeah, i should be. what's up?"

"can i take you out on a date?"

the simple question that easily made youngmis heart beat faster than usual. the straw between her teeth bent down as a toothy grin formed while she nodded. "yes, you can."

the taller smiled the second he saw her smiling, his stomach twisting and turning at the sight, even more so when she agreed, trying hard to seem confident when he was really internally losing it. "okay! be ready by 6."

cliché was the word to use, but it didn't feel right to youngmi. she'd never met such a gentleman in her life and he was so her type, for the first time ever she was anticipating a date.

her sudden glow was so prominent for the rest of her shift, even kun was looking at her like she had two heads until she was fully out the door. unable to wait until she was home, youngmi spent the entire car ride gushing to sunny on the phone about the date, the girl on the other line being just as excited.

"i'm here," the sound of sunnys voice followed by the front door being slammed shut echoed through out the small space, "i came as quick as possible, but i can’t stay long. what's up, babe?”

youngmi had tried on about 5 different outfits in the span of 5 whole minutes, doing twirls and poses in her body length mirror, being completely unsatisfied with every single one of them. sunny happened to enter the place as she wore a tight lacy dress she bought when she was 18 without the intention of even wearing it.

"holy shit," she gasped, "you're fucking hot. tell me you're wearing that."

"thank you, but absolutely not. this is too... much. it's too much, right?" the girl huffed, getting ready to pry the dress off but was cut off by a knock at the door.

the two girls looked at each other, each with widened eyes of both fear and confusion. "...soobin?"

it was nowhere near 6.

youngmi stepped her bare feet out of the room and to the front door, sunny following closely behind to ensure she was there if someone needed to get knocked out. youngmi stepped up, looking through the peephole before turning back to sunny.

"who is it?"

"the guys, from the band? the one we saw?"

sunnys head cocked back in surprise, that being the last thing she expected to hear, and got ready to tell her friend not to open the door but was beat to it when youngmi swung the door open.

the three boys she knew as jeno, renjun, and jaemin stood on the other side, in their usual dark clothes and messy hair and piercing in their face and ears, paired with silver jewelry. they looked as if they were positive on having something to say once the door was opened, but suddenly couldn't even remember what it was when seeing youngmi in such a tight dress.

once she saw them eyeing her body with slightly parted lips, she quickly grew shy and crossed her arms. another minute went by with no one saying anything, and sunny couldn't stand it. "what do you dickheads want?"

"hm? oh," jeno was the first to speak up, "we were chilling at hyucks and he told us youngmi lived here, so we're saying hi!"

"okay! you said it! bye!" sunny wanted badly to urge them away, but they insisted.

"sunny, babe, when will you become nicer to us?" jaemin teased, his perfect playful smile over his lips.

the girls face twisted in disgust at the nickname, "don't call me babe. if you don't need anything else, be on your way—"

"what are we talking about?"

behind the guys of three, haechan appeared, entering the conversation which only made sunny become more irritated. youngmi still hadn't said a word, on the other hand, watching everything go down in her too revealing of a dress that all she wanted to do was change out of.

while her eyes were glued somewhere else, haechan couldn't help but notice the attire over her body. "you gonna invite us in, or what?"

youngmis eyes lifted up from whatever it was she stared at, getting ready to snap at haechan about how she didn't need to do anything before remembering who else was in front of her. the others didn't protest, perked up eyebrows as if they were waiting for her to invite them in, and she found it rude not to.

"um, come in," she said quietly, moving to the side to allow them in fully before closing the door. sunny grabbed onto her wrist before she could go anywhere. "i wish i could stay so you wouldn't have to be alone with these dorks, but i have work. let me know how the date goes, alright?"

youngmi nodded with a small smile, gently squeezing the girls hand. "don't worry about it, and i got you."

as the older stepped out of the door, closing it behind her, youngmi then realized she was fully alone with four boys she hardly knew. "it's crazy how identical your apartments are, yet youngmis is so much cleaner." renjun commented, plopping onto the couch.

"thank you?" the girl chuckled, "uh, i'm gonna change."

"change? why? you look good!" jaemin beamed.

she quickly felt her cheeks heat up from the compliment. "too revealing, but thank you." and scurried away into her room before the redness on her face became too noticable.

though she still had no idea what she was going to wear, she stripped out of the dress and rummaged through the pile of clothes she already went through piece by piece, settling with a mini skirt and a cute blouse, deciding it was just going to have to be good enough.

the four had already made themselves comfortable in her place, tv blaring and arguing over what to watch, haechan in the kitchen head first in the fridge. if it was anyone else, youngmi really wouldn't have minded, but everything haechan did just irked her soul.

her faint footsteps stopped just as he stood tall to look her in the eye, being the only two in the room with just the view of the back of the other guys' heads in their sight.

"why do you not have any alcohol?"

"i..." she started, feeling small, "i don't really drink. that's why."

"you should. i feel like you could use letting loose a little bit."

youngmi couldn't stand how condescending his tone was whenever speaking to her. he was always sarcastic, but never in the way it was when just talking to her. "i don't like it, so no thanks."

her arm reached down into the fridge, hand grasping at a water bottle but was stopped by being caught in haechans grasp. a small gasp left her lips, but he seemed unphased. "where are you going dressed like that?"

"a date."

"a date? like that?" a hoarse chuckle left his lips, making youngmis confident smirk leave her lips.

the two now too close to each other for her liking, her being able to see every single detail over his face, youngmi snatched her wrist away. "i didn't ask you for fashion advice, asshole."

"all good, sweetheart. whoever's taking you out must be really lucky." with his expression so blank, youngmi couldn't tell if he was genuine or not, but quickly realized he likely wasn't because that was just the person he was.

as it always went when talking to haechan, youngmi wasn't able to get another word out before the boy walked past her to the living room where the others were. youngmi inhaled a breath before exhaling deeply, reminding herself silently not to let this guy push her buttons as much as he was clearly intending to. giving him the reaction he was so craving would only motivate him further.

the clique had barely been in her home for no more than five minutes before youngmi decided she needed them to go to get ready.

"excuse me," she called politely, catching all four heads turning her way, "um, i have to get ready so.. sorry to cut your time short?"

they looked at her for another second, processing what she was saying, before standing up hastily. "no problem. sorry for bothering, love." renjun apologized.

"no, no! it's all good, just... yeah. you guys seem cool though, maybe another time?"

jenos hands found haechans shoulders, squeezing tightly as his eyes stared down youngmi while walking past her to the door until they were gathered near it.

admittedly, she almost felt bad kicking them out. they genuinely seemed like nice guys, as much as sunny wanted her to believe otherwise. she hoped this wasn't just her taking the too-trusting route over the safe route, giving them the benefit of the doubt, and wouldn't regret it at some point.

a tense sigh left youngmis lips as she read the text on her phone from soobin, telling her he was just outside her apartment building. somehow the outfit and hair she decided she was satisfied with looked awful to her suddenly, and she went back to her room before realizing it was definitely too late to change and left.

she was so nervous that she started overanalyzing every thing she was doing, from the way she held her purse, to the way she walked outside and approached soobins car. there was no doubt that she possibly looked like she had a cramp in her leg with the way her short legs moved.

once the boy heard footsteps his way, his head perked up while he was leaned against his car, immediately standing up straight with his signature charming smile that sent crazy butterflies to youngmis stomach. she felt her relax a bit when she noticed he was dressed pretty much the same as her, formal but not too formal as if they were going to a ball.

"wow, you look stunning," he complimented.

refraining herself from rejecting the compliment, youngmi waved him off. "ah, thank you! you look good!"

"thank you! just like, 5 minutes ago, i saw haechan and the guys leave."

"really? did you talk to them?"

"yeah, um, jaemin said you look really pretty. he was right." the boy laughed awkwardly.

"oh, yeah, they stopped at my place to say hi. i told you that haechans my neighbor, right?"

soobins already high eyebrows perked up, shaking his head lightly, as if the news was more surprising than it should've been. "he is?"

youngmi hummed in response and the two didn't say anything else as soobin opened the passenger door, a flustered grin growing on her face as she stepped inside before he went on the other side.

the night was warm, as it was during summer nights, cool air from the car air conditioning causing goosebumps to cover youngmis bare arms and legs. the excited smile couldn't leave her face as soobin drove the bumpy roads and past the little buildings on each street.

"where are we going?" she turned to ask, unable to fight the curiosity.

the grin on his face further grew, but his eyes remained on the road. "there's this restaurant i really like not too far, and i wanted to take you there because the food is amazing."

they passed all the typical restaurants youngmi has seen and even been to herself, all cheap and easy but had some really good food. she didn't make a whole lot of money, and spent way too much time at family owned places and fast food services that quickly got tiring before she decided she definitely needed to start cooking for herself.

the last thing she expected however, was for soobin to pull into one of the most expensive places in town. even from the outside it was obvious the place was not cheap, with its fancy build and beautiful lights on the outside. not to mention it was huge, much bigger than an average restaurant.

the girl gasped lightly when she realized they weren't driving past. "soobin... this place is—”

"i know, i know," he laughed, "it's probably too much, it's just—when i like someone, i wanna be spontaneous and all that. i hope you don't mind."

don't mind? this is outrageous. "no! no, it's perfect, you're perfect. this is so expensive, i just... i can't afford it."

after fully putting the car in park, soobin turned his head to look at her. "youngmi, that's okay. you didn't think i asked you out to make you pay, did you?"

"no! of course not, but seriously i can't let you—"

youngmi stopped herself when she felt the boy grab onto her hand, not letting her further talk herself out of letting him do something nice. "hey, i promise it's fine. i got it!"

his doe eyes made it impossible for her to say no, just nodding her head as the two stepped out of the vehicle and walked inside together arm in arm. the sound of chatter hugged youngmis ears and she instantly felt out of place, watching people who more than clearly looked like they had a lot of money eat their exquisite meals.

she hated when people did anything for her, of course she was grateful, but she felt bad people wasting their time on her even if it was the smallest thing. she knew she was going to have to do something even better for soobin after this, she just didn't know what.

a hostess didn't waste a second lifting his eyes at the sound of the door being pushed open, a friendly smile formed over his lips. the talking from the people surrounding them made it hard to hear, but soobin held up two fingers and the hostess nodded, immediately understanding and signaling for them to follow.

youngmis arm found its way hooked into his own, keeping her body close to his as they past tables of guests enjoying their over-priced small-portioned meals.

just moments later they were sat a cornered table, a booth with a perfectly round cushion with just enough room to give space between the two. a menu was handed to each of them, giving a kind smile to the hostess before they left the two alone.

the night was luminous with stars and the infatuated pair sat with plates of expensive food half eaten in front of them, other guests already begun leaving but youngmis ears were occupied with soobins chatter with stories from when he was younger.

he had endless things to talk about, and she loved listening to it. she just couldn't relate to a single thing he said. their lives were incredibly different and it almost felt embarrassing comparing her troubled childhood to his, which seemed perfect.

eventually the conversations died down and nothing else was left to be talked about, awkward silence filling the air between them while their eyes wandered everywhere but each others.

"should we head out?" the boy asked, eyes glancing between the food they were no longer touching.

youngmi hadn't realized her slight slouch until the question made her sit up straight immediately. "yeah, definitely."

after a check had been paid, the two were walking out the doors of the restaurant and to soobins car. his hands tapped against the steering wheel during the quiet drive to distract himself from feeling a slightly uncomfortable atmosphere, while youngmis stayed on her lap with her eyes on the road ahead.

for the event that had youngmis heart beating out of her chest the entire day, she hated how in that moment she was just a little disappointed with the outcome. with it being the first real date she's ever been on, she didn't fully know what to expect or how she was supposed to feel by the end of it.

too tuned into her thoughts, she hadn't realized where they were until she felt soobin slow down in front of her apartment building. a hand brushed through her hair to get it out of her face before turning to the boy, who was already looking at her with a small grin.

"that was really fun," he spoke quietly, as if the moment was delicate. youngmi nodded, too immersed in the way he looked at her as he unbuckled both of their seatbelts.

snapping back to reality, the girl followed his movements and opened the car door, stepping out into darkness with nothing but a street lamp giving light to the two. the atmosphere was still warm, just a breeze giving a slight chill across their bodies.

stopping just outside the doors of the building, they turned to each other. "thank you, so much for dinner. i did have a great time and you were right, the food was amazing."

the pair stood in silence for a moment and youngmi could've sworn she was hallucinating when she saw him slowly lean in. it wasn't until his eyes started to flutter closed when she panicked and jumped back. "uh—sorry."

fuck this is so embarrasing.

"oh! no, sorry. sorry. i don't know what i was thinking," the boy pulled back, awkwardly holding his nape. "i'll get going."

the girl could feel herself wanting to curl up into a ball and pray for the awkward feeling to go away. the second soobin was out of sight her hand flung up to her forehead.

"what a way to reject someone," the sound of another's voice caused youngmi to jump ten feet into the air, turning her head in the direction of the sound just in time to catch haechan dropping a cigarette to the ground and squashing it with the tip of his feet.

"jesus—what are you doing here?" the girl asked, holding a hand to her pounding heart.

with one hand shoved in his pocket, he gestured with the other one the bud he'd just dropped, "smoking. obviously."

his tongue grazed over his ringed lip as his eyes moved to hers, watching her blank expression move into pure irritation while a heavy sigh left her lips. he didn't move his vision away when she didn't say another word, just opening the doors and walking inside. his head shook slightly, fighting laughter behind a small grin as he followed her inside.

"not gonna tell me how your date went?" he taunted, standing beside her when she stopped at the elevator.

"don't follow me."

"we live on the same floor, darling, i can't not follow you."

youngmi kept her eyes ahead at the elevator door that opened after what felt like forever, stepping inside while haechan followed after.

"is it safe to assume it didn't go great?" he asked again once the door was closed.

"no, it went great, haechan." she muttered.

the taller felt himself freeze up at hearing her say his name, relaxing quickly and going back to his usual self before he thought too much into it. "yeah? why didn't you kiss him then?"

honestly? because it didn't feel right. maybe because it was only our first date, maybe the fact i feel like we didn't click and we might never click after this. "some people don't kiss on the first date, believe it or not."

haechan chuckled. "some people are pussies."

"what? no?" the girl exclaimed, dropping her crossed arms to her sides.

"never said it was a bad thing. if you wanna be a pussy, go for it."

a scoff instantly left youngmis mouth as she shook her head, a million different things to say back running through her mind but didn't want to give him what he wanted, though it pained her not sending some snarky remark back to him.

silence fell between them with nothing but muffled elevator music playing, and though they were only going to the third floor, it felt like the they were on their way past the clouds. youngmi hadn't realized how close together they stood until the light scent of cologne entered her nostrils. it was the farthest thing from overbearing, so pale of smell that it just made haechan that much more attractive.

he let out a huff as he impatiently rocked on the heels of his feet, his hands shoved into his pockets with his elbow occasionally brushing against her body. the small motion easily caused her heart to beat faster than it should've been.

when the elevator door finally slid open, she practically flew out of there with haechan slowly trailing behind as they walked to their doors.

youngmi felt the breeze from his body as he passed her to his own, pulling out his keys lazily in contrast to her rummaging through her purse as if her life depended on it.

he seemed the notice the eagerness the second his eyes moved her way, as he was always so entertained watching her do anything. "that eager to get away from me, huh?"

the girl finally lifted and turned her head to make eye contact with him. "do you ever have anything, you know, not sarcastic to say?"

haechan tapped his index finger to his chin; sarcastically, pretending he was thinking hard about what to say next. "probably not."

a small sigh fell from youngmis face. "you're such an asshole." before finally jamming the keys into the doorknob and twisting open her apartment door.

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[baddiedaddy7]

💚🐸𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨🐸💚

𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

attention span is not long. may ditch old ideas, if they get bored, or find something more interesting. HAS to win an argument. may think being the louder one during an argument is the way to win lmao. talks in a dynamic way. argumentive. may make a good public speaker. may text too fast, and mess up on a few words. communication style is aggressive(always has to be right, loud, might scapegoat, etc). humor may be childish(fart jokes, butt jokes, burp jokes, just dumb shit in general lol), or humor that involves getting injured(hitting your head on something, tripping, etc). slapstick humor

𝗧𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀

great attention span, but may be a slow learner or talker. talks with stability/most likely doesn’t stutter. doesn’t mind staying on the same topic/not changing the subject. like aries, in an argument they will rarely admit they were wrong, hard-headed. arguing with these ppl are the worst, since they don’t allow others to have opinions which is annoying asf(my sister has this lmao, and i have a taurus mars, so you could imagine💀). your mind rarely changes, once made up. not the most open minded. talks with practicality. may type slow tbh lmao, and dry. may also take a century to reply. communication style may be passive aggressive(may not like being straightforward, “i didn’t think you’d pass this class, but good job”, etc) humor may be well written skits, or roasts.

𝗚𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶

attention span is fleeting. curious about numerous of things. may stutter thanks to gemini jittery energy. rarely turns down a debate, might even lie in a disagreement to win😃. first to speak if it’s too quiet for too long. type of person to have random knowledge or may know fun facts. talks with wit. types fast, replies fast, just very active on social media. meme user. sends messages in short patches instead of just one big paragraph. communication style is passive aggressive(may mumble under breath, etc). humor may be random. may love puns.

𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿

attention span is good, esp if it’s topics they feel with. may be bias in an argument between other ppl😬. may want to “hug” it out lmao. may like to talk abt emotional topics. talks with care. probably uses emojis a lot. writes paragraphs/in long sentences. communication style varies tbh😭. i’m just gonna do passive-aggressive(backhanded compliments, talks behind your back instead of confronting you) or assertive(expressing your wants and needs, while considering others feelings). inside jokes are your thing, goofy asf with ppl you’re comfortable with. dry humor

𝗟𝗲𝗼

attention span may be short lived. may only talk abt themselves which can be annoying💀. believe it or not, they may take a calm/chill approach in an argument. overdramatic in their speech. talks with confidence. keeps the conversation interesting/not dry. initiator in group chats. usually replies fast. communication style is assertive(uses “i”, knows their worth, etc). playful name calling is their type of humor.

𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼

attention span may not be that good tbh(like their opposite sign, they daydream off into the distance). talks with practicality. make sure to fact check, when arguing with these ppl, or they may verbally violate you. very nit picky ppl, and may be big complainers. may abbreviate a lot of words lmao. another dry texting placement, and rarely uses emojis. communication style is passive aggressive(throws shade lmao, may like to just go with the flow, etc). may make fun of yourself to get laughs. might like humor that criticizes/makes fun of things/ppl in general. their humor has some truth to it😓.

𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮

attention span is usually good. easy going in speech. talks with equality. can also be charismatic. may ppl please. in arguments, they can try to compromise, and fix everything, even when it’s unfixable. dislikes conflict, and may need to learn to embrace them. may dislike ppl that curse a lot, or are loud. the way you text may be unclear to some. also texting isn’t direct, and may use things like “k” or “nice”. communication style is passive(lacks eye contact, doesn’t want any conflict even though they feel some type of way, etc). another placement that likes well written jokes, and may have a strong dislike for dark/inappropriate humor lol.

𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼

attention span is attentive. you’re not easy to read, and it can take time to truly know you. you may over analyze and get suspicious over the dumbest things. observant, and might be into psychology. in arguments, doesn’t tolerate dumb shit. can be a bit of a ghost when it comes to texting. tries to get in your business and asks random shit. might not text too much info, since they don’t want ppl to screenshot the chat lmao. assertive is your communication style(considers others feelings, uses “i”, etc) or aggressive(yells, tries to intimidate you, etc). humor may be dark, offensive, and/or taboo/inappropriate. sexual jokes.

𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀

attention span is actually good, if they’re interested, if not then it’s non existent. either rlly open or rlly closed minded. you may mistake being blunt for being honest or some ppl may mistake your realness for being rude. talks with rowdiness. in arguments, may be hostile. uses “:), </3” instead of “😃💔” in text. but then again, may use actual emojis a bit. communication style is aggressive(loud, doesn’t consider others feelings, etc). humor may be mocking accents, sarcasm, and/or satire.

𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻

attention span is short, if what you’re talking abt isn’t important to us. fluent in atleast 2 languages, which are sarcasm, and facts. we don’t have time or patience for ignorance. we may come off as standoffish, when in reality we just stick to ourselves or we’re just too honest. talks with common sense. talking is soothing, atleast i’ve been told. i feel like we use facts in an argument more than emotions, but me personally i try to include both(this is my placement :)). probably doesn’t use caps in text. may have a lot of ppl on delivered. reply game varies based on person, only replies fast to important ppl. communication style is most likely assertive(has a backbone, stands up for themselves without being loud, etc). humor is satire, dark/offensive, and/or sarcastic. if you have tiktok, you definitely know abt satire humor LMAO.

𝗔𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀

attention span is only good if they care. says random things. takes forever to reply. talks with detachment. observant. in arguments, probably doesn’t think of others feelings, and just says whatever. may be harsh in arguing. another placement that probably uses this “<3, :), etc” instead of “❤️😃”. may ghost your messages. communication style is passive aggressive(talks shit behind your back, may not care to confront others, etc). surreal humor, humor is eccentric lol. may like adult animated shows

𝗣𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝘀

attention span isn’t good, since they daydream a lot. might say personal stuff in accident. relatable. great listeners. talks with warm heartedness. cool in arguments, and will stand up for what they feel is right if necessary. another placement that may use emojis a lot. texting may be emotional. shitty grammar. communication style is passive(goes with the flow, bad eye contact/body language, hates drama, etc). another placement that makes jokes abt sex. may joke abt drugs(other ppl doing it or themselves, or ppl acting like their on drugs lmao)

please keep in mind that other things will affect certain traits, like your moon sign. don’t plagiarize, and have a good day🤍

[kikufuku01]

Dancing In the Rain

Pairing: Itadori Yuji x Reader (ft. Gojo and Megumi)

Genre: Fluff and slight angst

M.list

You and Yuji run and take cover when the rain suddenly starts to get heavy. You’re already soaking wet and a bit irritated since your uniform is sticking onto you.

“Ugh! It’s so cold!”

You groan as you try your best to wring out what you can. Yuji continues to stand there, looking at you as you do so. You glance up at him, “what?”

He shrugs his shoulder and runs a hand through his hair, “it’s pointless to do so, don’t you think?” You roll your eyes as him as you continue your previous action, “no,” another unhappy noise leaves your lips as you continue to grumble, “it didn’t even look like it’d rain this heavily! I’m irritated, honestly.”

Yuji just laughs at you as he continues to watch the rain pour down. It’s as if the time passing by goes even slower now that you’re stuck. He sticks his hand out, letting the rain touch him, “I don’t think it’ll stop anytime soon.”

You’re already pouting as you see Yuji stepping out again, “what are you doing? You’ll get sick.” He smiles warmly and begins to dance with no music or beat, “who cares at this point? We’re already wet!” He flashes you a boyish smile, “let’s make the most out of it, y/n!”

You have to admit, he looks graceful as he dances aimlessly. His moves are quite dorky, and it only makes him more adorable; everything about him is just so endearing. Your anger subsides as you continue to watch him move around freely, and you already find yourself stepping out from the cover over your head. But you stand there, letting the rain pelt down on your skin. Yuji turns back to look at you, “come on already! Join me, y/n!”

He holds his hand out towards you and you walk closer, taking it in your own. The two of you dance beautifully under the rain with nothing but carefree smiles. You each give out dorky moves, battling each other as you continue to get soaked. Laughter fills the cold air and while you’re jumping around, not paying attention anymore, Yuji is staring at you with the kindest eyes; and as he stood there, he felt it. He finally understood what it felt like to be completely free. He was truly happy that he was able to witness such a feeling before his sentenced death, whenever that would be. The wind howled and the rain showered everything yet you both loved it. The fury of nature calmed your minds as you danced, basking in nature’s fury.

“Y/n,” Yuji called out, “you look beautiful.” You let out an airy laugh as you blush at his words, “don’t lie.”

Your laugh is a lullaby to him, and he’ll treasure it forever.

“I’m not lying. You’re beautiful,” he tells you, taking both of your hands into his, stopping you from your silly moves. Both of your hearts beat erratically as you hold your gaze.

“Slow dance with me, y/n.”

Again, you can help but giggle, “but there’s no music, Yuji!”

He shows you a toothy smile, “there’s no music?”

Yuji pouts for a second but then winks, “no worries! I’ll sing us a song!” He begins to hum a made-up song and the two of you begin to move gracefully as you slow dance. To strangers, you two would look crazy, but that doesn’t matter. None of that matters because you’re enjoying the moment way too much.

“Can I confess something?” Yuji asks, breaking his melody. You squeeze his hand a bit harder, “of course you can.”

Yuji looks into your eyes again and contemplates his words, if he should really say them or not. Well, he doesn’t have much time left on earth anyways… speaking of which, he’s surprised Sukuna hasn’t come out to say something snarky. Did he perhaps learn some manners? Whatever. You only live once, so why spend it cowering away? Why not get confessions out of the way? He shakes his head and sends you a shaky smile as he spins you, earning a string of giggles. Feeling impatient, you narrow your eyes playfully, “tell me, Yuji. What is it?”

He swallows thickly and laughs in that same boyish tone that makes your heart flutter, “I love you… from the bottom of my heart.”

You don’t stop dancing. No, instead, you let him dip you down and bring you back up, then you lean in, giving him a soft kiss. Time feels like it’s paused. It seems like the droplets of rain have completely stopped midair all around you two as you share such a vulnerable action. You’re afraid he’ll hear how loud your heart is thumping but it’s alright. If it weren’t for the rain, you’d probably hear his too. You both break away from the kiss in sync and hold your gaze, a hundred unspoken words being shared through just your eyes. Although you don’t say it back, Yuji knows. He knows you love him too. But it would be selfish for the both of you, especially him, to ask of something more, because in the end, he will die. Itadori Yuji was doomed from the moment he consumed Sukuna, and that was something you both understood. He’s the first to grin, breaking the seriousness of it all. It makes you laugh too, despite the wringing of your hearts.

“Shall we pick up where we left off?” Yuji offers, his eyes smiling down at you.

“You should probably keep singing that fake song of yours so we can.”

Just like before, Yuji hums an unreal song and the two of continue to dance like idiots in the rain, laughing joyously, paying no mind to your surroundings.

Megumi and Gojo stand together under their umbrellas, watching in the distance. Gojo has a wide smile stretched across his lips and eyes filled with yearn as he watches you two. Megumi shuffles closer to Gojo unknowingly as he tries to hide his smile beneath his uniform collar, but he has to admit, he feels lighter, seeing Yuji so happy. They see the kiss that you two share and well, platonic or not, they can’t deny the fact that you two had a special kind of bond. You were literally soulmates. Perhaps in another life, in a parallel world, your opposites are living a life with no curses or jujutsu sorcery. Maybe they are having all the happiness you two deserve. As Gojo watches the scene play out before him, his mind brings back his one and only. He wishes in a parallel world, him and Geto would get the happy ending they deserved.

“Let’s go Megumi, we’re intruding.” He wraps his arm around Megumi and drags him back the other way.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Father, dear father | JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: JJ always sees his dad when he least expects it

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 1096

Warning: Mention of violence/abuse

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The rumbling of a motorbike resonated outside the chateau as you were piling up empty beer cans into a trash bag to busy yourself - and stop thinking about John B's death penalty sentence. You raised your head up, eyes on the door, knowing who was about to walk in.

''Where were you?''

''I went to see John B,'' JJ replied, the screen door flapping shut behind him. ''Orange doesn't suit him.'' If ithad simply been a joke, you would've laughed, but you knew JJ enough to see through his joke that it was a way to camouflage the emotions he was feeling.

''We're gonna get him out of there,'' you promised.

JJ looked down, nodding. ''I...I saw my dad too.''

You stilled at the mention of the one-who-shall-not-be-named. You hadn't heard from him since the day JJ stole the Phantom. You also hadn't seen his face at the gas station - which you work at - where he usually bought his beer and liquor in a long time.

''I saw him at the prison. He was with other inmates...as in, he is in jail.''

Good. Luke Maybank deserved to rot behind bars of a jail-cell until his last breath for all the shit he did to JJ. He was a thief, drug addict, a drunk and a shitty fucking father.

JJ opened his mouth, but was struggling to get words out. His eyebrows furrowed and water blurred his vision. ''Plumb said I'm gonna end up in jail just like my dad.''

His head hung low and your face twisted into anger. You weren't a violent person, but you wanted to punch her.

JJ had caused a lot of trouble around the island and made himself a name to the local cops. The Pogues often joked that JJ was going to go in jail one day if he kept being so reckless and stupid, but it was all jokes.

Plumb wanted to hurt JJ, she meant those words.

You refused to let him believe her.

Dropping what you had in your hands, you crossed the living room and held JJ's face so he'd look at you. ''You are not your dad, JJ. You're nothing like the shit-head, okay?'' You didn't miss the tears in his eyes as you spoke sternly yet gently. You wanted your words to stick and erase Plumb's. ''You're loving, brave and loyal. You're always looking out for me and your friends, always defending us at any turn. You're all those things your dad will never be.''

You felt his arms wrapping around your middle and you put yours around his neck and shoulders, allowing him to lay his head on your shoulder. JJ's hold was tight, but not so tight you couldn't breathe. You kissed the side of his neck and felt him smile.

When he pulled back, you searched his eyes for signs of tears and wiped it for him. ''You okay?''

JJ nodded. ''Yeah. I just had dust in my eye.''

You rolled your eyes at his bullshit.

He walked back you, heading to the kitchen, and you only now noticed his white shirt - its cuffed sleeves showing his toned arms - and snapback and fucking blue jeans. JJ never wore jeans. He was always in khaki shorts.

Your eyes followed him up and down with thirst. ''Since when do you wear jeans? Did you run out of clothes to wear and stole them from Pope?''

''I had to dress up to see my best friend. It's a special occasion, you know,'' he explained, closing the fridge and cracking open a beer. ''I had sunglasses too. Just wait for the full look.'' JJ put the aviators back on and- Christ.

''Honestly, I don't know if I want you to keep it on or take it off.''

JJ's lips curled at the corner, forgetting about the beer and setting it down. ''I'll make that decision for you.''

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You heard a honk and looked ahead, seeing Kiara's dad's truck. Fucking finally.

''Oh, and speak of the freaking devil. Look who it is, the tortoise and the tortoise, just a couple hours late,'' John B pointed out, perched on top of the twinkie.

The van had water to its third by now and you had gotten attacked by an alligator - well, John B did.

''Where the hell were you, guys?'' Pope asked.

''Paternal complications,'' Kie briefly explained.

JJ got out of the truck and went to the trunk, grabbing the rope. ''Luke was at the chateau.''

You frowned. What the fuck was he doing at the chateau? Wasn't he in prison? You didn't say anything in front of the others as they didn't know JJ's dad was in prison.

Later, when it was only you and JJ, you decided to ask.

''How come was Luke at the chateau?''

''He was released for good behavior.'' JJ laughed dryly, having difficulty believing it. ''He busted a window in a pharmacy and stole from the pharmacist so the cops were after him. He hid at the chateau and waited for me so I could help him get out of the island - for good.''

Like always, JJ left some parts out. He didn't tell you the part where Luke had grabbed him from the back, hand over his mouth, as if he was going to kidnap him. Or, that he yelled at him and shook him. Or that he played with his feelings and head.

''H-he's not gonna come back, Y/N. I'm never gonna see him again.''

While it was mostly good that his dad was gone, a part of JJ was sad. He was still his dad.

''Now, all I have is you and the Pogues.'' His voice cracked and you reached out and took his hand, holding it between yours.

It pained you to see him like this. Hopefully, it was the last time Luke was causing his son pain.

''You'll always have me, J.'' You were still young and honestly didn’t know if you’d be together forever, but, at the moment, leaving wasn't in your future plans.

''It was hard watching him leave. Despite all the bad things he did, I love him, you know, in a weird twisted way.''

His old man didn't deserve JJ's love - not even a small part. All his life JJ wished to have a good relationship with his father. He forgave him over and over again; he was always hopeful that one day he'll stop taking drugs and drinking and abusing him. But he never did.

''You’re allowed to love him...even if just a little bit.''

''I shouldn’t.''

[safetycar-restart]

thinking about giving sugar baby!charles a lil present, waiting for him on the couch to tell him it's in the bedroom and to go check it out, and when he does, he sees a black box with lingerie in it. a red lace bralette, lace panties, a thong and white thigh highs. he finds himself blushing like crazy at the contents of the box.

you added a little note to it, saying 'i'm expecting a show tonight ;)' and he throws his headback with the note in his hand, whispering a little 'fucking hell', as his knees basically buckle.

he puts the lingerie on, and looks at himself in the mirror, admiring how pretty he looks. he acknowledges it and embraces it oh so proudly. his mommy taught him to!

he comes back to the living room, standing in front of you. he notices you're on your phone, so he mumbles out a soft "...mommy?" to which you lift your head up. your eyes widen, and you smirk at the pretty boy in front of you.

"why don't you do a little twirl for me, hm?" and he does. he will do whatever you want him to. absolutely anything. he feels so pretty, and he knows you think he's pretty too.

"baby, come sit on my lap," to which he hurries to straddle your lap. all you do is lean back, put your hands on his hips and tell him to go ahead, and he knows exactly what that means. he starts grinding down on your lap, head thrown back as he plays with his nipples. he lets out breathy whines, already so overwhelmed.

you bring a hand up to stroke his hair, and suddenly, you tug at it, recieving a guttural moan from charles, one you could listen to forever. he picks up his pace, whining out a high pitched "fuck!" as he asks you to pull his hair again. you do. he knows you're looking at him like he's a greek god right now, and he's so glad you're happy with what he's giving you, that you think he's so pretty and good for you. only for you.

he cums in his lace panties, and you keep them on him after he does. you now have him between your legs, back against your chest as you palm him. you once again take him by suprise as you slap his cock through his panties, which has him bucking his hips up and crying out in pleasure. "fuck, do it again! please, again!" and you do it over and over again. it has him screaming once you pick up a pace. you palm him and he's grinding into your hand now, as you grab his cheeks and make him look at you, his eyes blown and practically sparkling at you, as you tell him to open his mouth. he follows your request and sticks his tongue out and you spit into his mouth. he swallows it and opens his mouth for you to see, earning himself a "good boy" from you.

he cums again with a gasp, hips stuttering in your palm. his panties have a dark spot from the two times he came already, and he looks so pretty.

you next peg him in missionary, have him hold his legs up to his chest, with your hand around his neck. his eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue lolls out. he's just letting out pants, like a desperate puppy in heat.

"you filthy little slut, you're just willing to take everything mommy gives you, huh?" and he nods vigorously, before replying to you. "everything. i'm mommy's stupid little slut!" you don't even know how he managed to say a word, let alone to form a sentence. "all mine," you coo, "all yours" he says, followed with a hiccup, tears drying against his cheeks. he cums with a scream-like whine, legs dropping and trying desperately to catch his breath, as you kiss his forehead and cheek, nudging it slightly with your nose.

"i didn't hurt you, did i?", you ask. "noo! never!" he whines out while shaking his head intensely, you know he'd safeword if he had to, it's something you're very strict about, but you still feel the need to ask. you help him walk to the bath, and sit behind him, massaging his temples as he leans back on your shoulder.

"am i really filthy?" he asks, and you're taken aback, you never mean all the degrading things you tell him. "of course not, baby! i thought we talked about this." you gently say, not scolding him as he's still not out of subspace (you never scold him, just to be clear). "i know, mommy. i'm sorry," he says, with a pout on his face, turning his head to look at you, and you feel so... you don't even know yourself. "there's nothing to be sorry for, sweets. i never mean all the degrading words i say to you in bed. i never have and never will. you're my good, pretty boy." you tell him, reassuring him. "thank you!" he giggles. "you're very pretty too, mhm!" he babbles out, with a drunken smile on his face.

this boy never, ever fails to make your heart dance.

(got a little carried away with this one, i am EXPRESSING my love for fluffy baby charles)

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OH MY GID THE SUGAR BABY!AU! WE FORGOT THE SUGAR BABY AU. I FEEL LIKE I JUST REMEMBERED I FORGOT MY CHILD AT THE GROCERY STORE.

But yes yes let’s talk about this to make up for the serious injustice we have done by ignoring the sugar baby!au for so long.

Firstly, leaving a gift for Charles? Amazing. Charles loves gifts from you so much. And it doesn’t matter if the gift is a new car or a flower you picked off the sidewalk. Either way, he’s gonna love it so much and he in a good mood for days afterwards cause he good a gift! He’s a good baby! He got a gift!!

And he loves the lingerie so much. Your really know how to choose things he feels so pretty in (which is why he believes you should actually choose all of his clothes, all the time, but especially his lingerie. He’s your cute baby, he shouldn’t have to choose his own panties).

So yeah he puts the lingerie on and then comes straight to you to show you. He doesn’t always call you mommy, but I think in times like this, where you’ve given him something and he feels so good? And he just feels so safe and loved and provided for?

Then of course he’s gonna call you mommy cause how could he not?

He’s so happy to end up in your lap, smiling and kissing you and wriggling around until he finds the right angle to grind down against you. You just let him do it, maybe putting your hands on his hips to guide him a little.

He makes a such a pretty mess in his panties, whining against your ear as he cums.

In fact, he looks so pretty that you have to do it again. It takes a little longer this time, as the poor thing is already spent.

But letting him grind against your hand and spitting in his mouth? Yeah that’ll get him there.

You have to peg him after that, cause his ass looks too good in the panties for you not to.

And that’s when he really turns into your little slut, just crying and whining and fucking himself back onto the strap and scratching your arms and back as he tries to hold on.

He adores all the dirty talk. Loves being called your dirty little slut, admits to being your stupid little boy cause he is! When he’s like that, he’s just fucked stupid by you. No thoughts, head empty. Only mommy.

I do think that sometimes he’d feel insecure afterwards, cause to be honest, he’s a bit much. He knows he is.

So he worries that you mean it. That he is dirty. Cause he certainly is slutty for you.

You’re quick to reassure him though, gathering him against your chest, kissing his head snd telling him that he’s your pretty boy, that you love him so much and that you only say those things because you know he likes them.

He believes you instantly. Because he trusts you so much, you’d never to him. He’s your pretty boy! You can’t lie to your pretty boy.

He falls asleep against your chest, all happy and fucked out.