#i have to find a way to crop and paste together all the bits where he goes tehehehe 10/10 serotonin boost

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[atinystraynstay]

Guardian Angel - Jeon Wonwoo

Synopsis: Wonwoo is a mysterious individual. Not that he tried to be, but he always had his guard up. He didn't want to fall casualty to a world that could turn so cold. Can you be the one person that finds the secret passage into his world?

Pairing: College Student!Jeon Wonwoo x fem. reader

Genre: "I'm here for you" girl meets "I'm not good at opening up" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ cannot wait to bring all of these into reality First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Warnings: mentions alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.7k

Being friends with Kim Mingyu came with a lot of perks. You always had an invite to the biggest parties on campus, knew someone who could walk you home when you had a bit too much to drink, and a constant study partner who would bring coffee to the study sessions.

On the outside, it is easy to assume you and Mingyu were a couple. And you knew one day, Mingyu would make a woman very happy. I mean, he was the poster child of what it means to be a Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Yet, you have never been attracted to Mingyu like that. Of course, he treated you like royalty, but in some ways, he was showing you the way you deserved to be treated. Mingyu was always the one to give you dating and relationship advice, which was extremely helpful given he was able to give the male perspective. And vice versa, you were always there to hype up and encourage Mingyu to go after women he found attractive. Despite the confidence he exudes, he was a rather shy individual.

Your friendship with Mingyu was a prized possession in your life, and you never wanted to do something to risk. Even though you had a crush on his best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.

Unlike Mingyu, you knew next to nothing about Wonwoo. You often saw him every now and then when he was out with Mingyu, but the two of you never seemed to exchange words. There was just something about him that lured you in.

And you were hoping tonight would be the opportunity to change that.

For the past few weeks, you have been trying to gather intel on Wonwoo. Most of the time when you hung out with Mingyu, you asked about his best friend. It didn't take long for the giant man to put the puzzle pieces together. Instantly, Mingyu devised a plan to try to get his two favorite people together.

Midterms would be coming to an end on Friday, and he knew everyone would want to come out and celebrate. Rather than going to the bars, Mingyu suggested he hosted a house party filled with his closest friends. Both so everyone could be comfortable and enjoy themselves, but also so Wonwoo might open up more during the party. He wasn't the type of guy who preferred going out on the weekends. Often, his weekends were filled with either studying or playing video games. Mingyu was almost certain that a house party could get his introverted best friend to come out of his room.

After sending different outfit options to Mingyu, and each text was responded with "looks good," you decided on a black jeans and a black, long-sleeved crop top. You wore gold jewelry for the comparison, but also decided to wear your hair down for now. You did keep a white scrunchie around your wrist, in case you or someone else might need it throughout the night.

Your goal was to look presentable, but not too over the top. It was a house party, after all. Tonight would be a great opportuntiy not just to hang out with friends you haven't seen in a while, but also maybe know Wonwoo on a deeper level. While yes, you did like him, you were unsure of where his mind was at. Even Mingyu was clueless on Wonwoo's love life as it was a topic rarely they engaged in. Being friends with Wonwoo could always be the start.

With a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Berry Lemonade held by your hip, your free hand knocked on the door. You could already hear music and chatter coming from inside. Growing out of hopping from frat house to frat house, house parties were becoming more of your comfort zone. Maybe that's what it meant to be an upperclassman?

"Hi Barbie!" "Hi Ken!"

Mingyu quickly retrieved one of the bottles from you, making your load lighter. You could have managed carrying both, but that was Mingyu just being himself. He wrapped his free arm around you to pull you into a hug. "Woah, you're wearing perfume tonight? Must really want to impress someone."

Quickly, you pulled back from the embrace and slapped his chest. Your eyes narrowed on him before he broke out into a fit of laughter. Yeah, Mingyu definitely was not your boyfriend.

"You do look great though, y/n!" "Not half bad yourself, Gyu," you laughed.

The two of you ventured into the kitchen after closing the door. Mingyu's parties never got too crazy. He always knew who was invited, and it was always known nobody else unless an invite was extended by Mingyu himself or you asked if you could bring someone along with you. He just never liked the unpredictability of strangers entering his home. Wonwoo and him also despised the clean-up afterwards too when people didn't respect their home. That was one way to never get invited again.

Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted with cheers. Both from the guys invested in the game of Flip Cup but also by the ones that noticed you. Seungkwan, Dino, and Hoshi were all grinning at you. Currently, it seemed like Seungcheol and Joshua were going head-to-head in a match with Dokyeom and Jeonghan waiting there turn. Vernon, Minghao, Jun, and Woozi were all spectating. All that was missing was Wonwoo.

Noticing you take a headcount, Mingyu grinned. He's gotten to know you all too well over the course of your friendship. "He's out back on the patio," he whispered into his ear.

He must have been able to escape with the guys distracted, and the bodies that filled the first floor of their college townhouse apartment.

"Y/n! Wanna take a shot?" Hoshi shouted to you. "Hell yeah."

A little liquid courage never hurt. Mingyu chuckled as he got to work preparing your mixed drinks for the two of you. Hoshi was eagerly pouring out shots for the 14 people. He must still think Wonwoo is in the room.

"Hey, where's Wonwoo?" DK finally asked once he finished his turn with flip cup. "Oh, I think he must have slipped outside," Mingyu quickly responded. "I can go check on him after," you offered.

It was not unusual for you to take on almost a 'mother' role. Like Mingyu, you liked being there for people. You liked when people felt uncomfortable around you or that you could help someone out, no matter how big the task might be.

"That's our eomma," Dino shouted.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't wipe the smile off your face. It did really feel good to be seen in positive light.

Mingyu placed your red solo cups in front of you. You smiled at the sight of your mixed drink, knowing that it would help the liquor slid down your throat. You weren't the biggest fan of vodka, but if you had something to chase? You were golden. Plus, you were now able to take your drink and able to slip away to find Wonwoo.

"Alright fuckers, some of us are seniors. Top dogs, but we always have our pack to support us. " Hoshi began. Oh boy.

Promptly, DK started barking which encouraged the rest of the boys to join in. Sometimes you question why you are friends with them, but you knew they were all irreplaceable.

"I just love you guys so much." Uh oh. Looks like Hoshi has already had a bit more to drink than the rest of the group. "Here's the last few months before we become boring."

The shot glasses dropped down to the table before meeting all of your lips. You cringed a bit at the feeling of straight vodka hitting your mouth but quickly swallowed. With your free hand, you were able to rid of the taste with the mixed drink which made you immediately relax. You sighed as you could already feel how warm your stomach felt from the liquor entering your system.

"Go get your boy," Mingyu teased you in a hushed tone. "HEY! Secrets makes frenemies and I want us all to be besties," Hoshi shouted as he caught you and Mingyu talking. "Relax, tiger. I'm just telling her where I think Wonwoo ran off to."

Hoshi seemed to relax before instantly distracted by the next game Jun proposed. Mingyu sighed, knowing he was going to be on Hoshi duty tonight. Again. You patted his shoulder comfortingly before slipping away to the porch.

Keeping your drink above your head, so you wouldn't accidentally spill or drop it on anyone or anything, you navigated through the crowd of people. For someone who liked to keep parties small, there was always a large turn out for Mr. Popular. You offered friendly smiles at familiar faces, as you kept your eyes locked on the back patio.

As the people around you began to dissipate, you saw a figure sitting on the steps of the back porch. It wasn't much of a porch really. Just a set of wooden steps with a deck, but it was like luxury to any college student. It also is why people favorited Mingyu's spot for partying on the weekends.

You were able to easily identify the person outside just based off the broad shoulders. It has been quite a few weeks since you last saw Mingyu, but you liked seeing how long his hair has gotten since then. You always thought he looked better with a bit of length to his haircut.

Gently, you slid the back patio door hoping not to startle him. He did, however, whip his head around to see who was responsible but then immediately relaxed when he saw it was you. While you two were not close yet, he recognized you. Wonwoo also knew just how important you were to Mingyu, so you were never seen as a threat. Quite frankly, he just didn't know how to approach you since the two of you had not had a proper conversation one-on-one.

"Oh hi, y/n," he called out gently. His voice was always calm in his deep tone. It was oe of the things you adored about Wonwoo. His voice was calm to you like the ocean, and you always seemed to cling onto every word he spoke.

"Hey Wonwoo," you said in your usual tone, not wanting to be perceived as a threat. "Mind if I join you?"

His eyes slightly widened as he heard you. Only the guys ever really approached Wonwoo, so it was a bit surprising that someone would want to accompany him.

"Oh um sure."

Wonwoo scooted over from where he was sitting, offering his spot for you. You smiled appreciatively before fully stepping into the patio. You closed the door behind you, both to respect Wonwoo's privacy and to keep the house warm. It was apparent that Wonwoo had wondered out here for a reason, so you wanted to respectful and show through your actions you were someone he could trust. You also were not wanting to hear Mingyu nagging at you for causing the electricity bill to rise in the month of March.

Slowly, you made your way over until you sat down next to him. You set your drink but the edge, so if you accidentally spilled, it could go into the grass rather than the cute boy beside you.

"Enjoying the party?" Wonwoo asked in a soft tone.

It wasn't monotone. It was his usual deep tone. But as he spoke, you noticed that his gaze was seemed to be locked on the moon above the two of you. It was still a bit chilly when the sun was hidden, but you were comfortable. The alcohol definitely aiding.

"Yeah, actually. Much better than being coped up studying," you joked.

"Yeah, I feel you," he sighed. You watched the way he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. It was such a little thing, something he probably doesn't even think about it. Yet, you found it to be the most adorable thing. "You're in the political science program, right?"

Your heart undeniably did a little flip knowing that he remembered that detail to you. Maybe Mingyu has held up his promise and talked to Wonwoo about you, not just saying he had to make you feel more at ease. You nodded your head as you looked over at hi. It was just a habit of yours. You didn't expect him to look over at you, but you wanted to show him that you were present in the moment and ready to listen to whatever he wanted to say. Or even if you two just sat here in silence for a little. There was just something screaming within you that you he needed you tonight.

You just had no idea that he knew anything about you given that you only were on first name basis.

"Yeah," you spoke softly, unable to wipe the gentle smile on your face. "And you're in the computer science program?"

Wonwoo nodded, smiling a bit as well. Wonwoo never was the guy he thought people took interest in. Honestly, every day, he feels just blessed to say he has some of the best friends who want to drag him out of his bedroom. Most people might not even notice his absence. And Wonwoo did that subconsciously, just as a defense mechanism. He has been on the receiving end of bullying and life's unfortunate events. He just found himself isolating more as a way to cope.

"If you don't mind me asking," you began, biting your lip. "Why are you out here by yourself? Is everything ok?" "I think?"

You couldn't help but frown at Wonwoo's response. You were too familiar with the uncertain feeling and knew how troubling it can be. While everyone faces their own difficulties in life, you never liked hearing that other people are struggling.

"I just," he began to open it up.

Now you were the surprised on. Never before would you expect to be Wonwoo's confidant, but you knew it was a job title of upmost importance. You just hoped your surprised expression was not portrayed on your face. If Wonwoo needed someone to vent to, you'd gladly step up.

He glanced at you to see if you were listening. Satisfied to see your eyes on him with a soft gaze, he let out a shaky breath. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was able to confide in someone. He knew the guys were always in his corner, but he ever wished to worry them too much. To some extent, Wonwoo prided himself in his own ability to take care of himself.

It was just that he's been struggling for some time.

"Everything is changing," he chuckled almost out of self-pity. "It's just been hitting me that all of this," he motioned to the party behind him. "Will not be here in a few months. Hell, not even in a few weeks since we all graduate soon. I know I should be in there partying it up, living in the present but I cannot help but think of how we all won't be together like this and it makes me sad."

It was almost like looking into the future as Wonwoo described his inner turmoil. You and Mingyu, and a few of the other guys, were still had another year or two left in college. However, Wonwoo and the other guys would be graduating this upcoming May.

"Do you know where the other guys have decided to go?" You asked in a quite tone. You hope you weren't upsetting him by your questions.

Wonwoo slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think Seungcheol and Jeonghan are moving to the city. Seungkwan has talked about moving in with them once he graduates next year. Joshua and Jun have jobs lined up in their hometowns, so they'll be moving out probably at the end of May. Hoshi? I have no clue. He hasn't even applied to any jobs yet. And Woozi and I have been applying to graduate schools. He's leaning towards business and I think I want to go in a more software engineering route."

"Have you heard back from any schools yet?"

Wonwoo couldn't fight the smile creeping on his face. He knew you cared deeply about Mingyu's friends, but he never thought he would be looped into that circle. He always kept his distance just because it was just convenient, it's what he knew. It also kept him safe in a world filled with chaos and unpredictability.

"Yeah, I actually heard from two schools, so I'm trying to decide. One of the schools is here."

He whispered the last part. It spoke volumes to you. The thought of Wonwoo staying here meant that you might be able to make things work with Wonwoo. That is, if he was opened to the idea of you dating.

"Like part of me wants to run away from here," he explained.

While you weren't quite at the same stage as life, you understood the need. It was part of the reason why you chose to go away for university whereas all your high school classmates chose more local programs. You wanted a change of scenery, a new beginning.

"So much has changed since freshman year. I'm definitely not the same person I was. I've had my challenges like losing my mom a year and a half ago," he explained. "And all those hard times happened while I was here, so I almost have a need to move and leave the pain behind.

His casual mentioning of his mother's passing brought back memories. You remember how all the guys rallied behind Wonwoo. Some of them even skipped final presentations and exams in order to be there for Wonwoo at the funeral. You knew it wasn't in your place to attend the funeral, but you cooked a warm cooked meal for all of them. It was Wonwoo's favorite dish. It at least wanted to do a nice gesture, so Wonwoo knew he wasn't alone. You still remember dropping the dish off with Mingyu with re-heating instructions.

To this day, he has no idea how that dish arrived. He just figured one of the guys ordered DoorDash.

While Mingyu begged you to stay, so you could give it to Wonwoo himself, you didn't want to overstep. You knew grief takes all shapes and forms, os you thought the best thing you could do was give the space for Wonwoo to feel his emotions.

Little did you know he's been harboring those emotions this whole time, almost two years later.

'But then part of me worries about the younger guys. I don't want them to feel abandoned. I don't want the group to fall apart once we all move, and it feels like if I stay here then I can keep us together even while the other guys go off."

"Almost like you are the glue that keeps them all together?" "Yeah, I guess that's the best way to explain it." "But Wonwoo, what keeps you together?"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he fully looked at you. What an odd question. And based on his reaction, you felt the need to elaborate.

"I mean, it's great that you always look out for everyone. You're a real nurturer," you explained.

Wonwoo has never been described in such light before. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the blush from overtaking his cheeks. He shrugged though as if it was no big deal.

"But what are you doing to take care of yourself? I'm not asking you to make a decision now to either stay or go because going to grad school is a big decision. Congratulations, by the way. That's incredible!"

How could you always see the positive side of things? How hasn't life damaged your spirit like it has for him? How could you see good in him when he often failed to see it in himself?

"I know it's easy to feel like you need to harbor your own emotions because it's easy. But Wonwoo, that shit can break you."

Woah. Who would have thought y/n could swear.

"I'm always going to be here if you need me, you know. I'm not just Mingyu's friend, but I could like to consider us friends too, if that is something you'd like. I'm always here if you need a place to vent, especially if it's away from the guys. I know they can be…" you trailed off.

You didn't want to offend Wonwoo as that was his core group of friends. You were just a side character brought in every now and then.

"A lot," Wonwoo finished for you.

You both shared a laugh as you nodded, confirming to Wonwoo that was the word you were looking for. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment. All that could be heard was the sound of people laughing from within the house and the crickets chirping in the backyard. It was peaceful.

"You know, I've always wanted to say more than hello to you, y/n. Thank you for letting me vent. I wasn't expecting for it all to just spew out like that," he confessed.

Looking at him, you nodded a blush had fully taken over his cheeks but a wide smile remained on his lips. He looked too adorable. The moonlight was highlight his facial features which left you starstruck. He truly was built like a God.

You scooted closer so you could wrap your arms around Wonwoo. He tried his best not to let his body go tense. Wonwoo just wasn't accustomed to someone showing him affection in such a physical way. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had a hug.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around you to pull you in closer. You didn't mind his hold on you was a bit tight. He clearly needed it. Your head rested on his shoulder, which allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne. Teakwood and oak. It made your heart fluttered.

But what really sealed the deal was feeling Wonwoo's head rest on top of yours gently.

"Always here for you, Wonwoo." "Promise?" He whispered. "I promise."

[reidsrambles]

Part 2: New Year's Day

This is part 2 of a duo, so please go read part 1, New Year's Eve, if you haven't yet!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Description: My only New Year's Eve plan is to help my best friend Penelope entertain her many party guests. When I find myself alone with her coworker, Spencer (who I've had a crush on for ages), it seems that my New Year's might turn out different than I had planned.

(Content/Warnings below the cut)

Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI] smut, protected (condom) PiV sex, oral sex (F receiving), brief mention of being drunk or high in the past

A/N: Again, down the wire! I've been writing literally all day. It's 10 PM and I haven't yet made dinner... I wrote and edited this one basically just today?? So if there are any mistakes or I missed any warnings, pls lmk tysm. Again, credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider graphics, including the one I cropped below.

Names used: Baby

Words (this chapter): 3,734

Words (total): 5,759

The kiss is desperate, but not rough. He’s kissing me back, right? I pull my face away. He leans his forehead against mine, both of us panting into the mere inches between our lips. 

He doesn’t loosen his hold on my body. “Is everything okay? We can stop if you want.” 

“I don’t want to stop.” I grip the fabric of his shirt where my hands lie on his back. “Do you want to stop?”

His hand snakes down to my ass, splaying wide across it. He pulls my body into his, letting me feel his hardening cock.

“I really don’t want to stop,” he breathes into my neck, just below my ear, “but I have to confess something before we go any further.”

What the hell? Does he have an STI that I need to know about? Trouble keeping it up? I mean, that doesn’t seem to be a problem, but you never know. Is he already with someone? Penelope didn’t say he had a partner, but maybe he’s kept them a secret?

We both still, Spencer breathing against my neck. I’d consider it ticklish if not for the jolt it sends straight to my core.

“I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, but I was too scared to say anything.” The words come out of Spencer’s mouth. Not mine. Holy shit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I laugh, dropping my head to Spencer’s chest in utter bewilderment. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first time we met. Penelope hasn’t stopped teasing me about it since.”

“Glad I’m not alone in that,” he laughs.

“Happy New Year, by the way,” I say, lifting my head to look at him again. Eyes, lips. Eyes, lips. 

“Happy New Year,” he breathes, hovering against my lips. Oppositely charged magnets falling in order with the laws of physics. Complying with the will of the universe.

I’ve never been kissed like this. Maybe it’s the thrill of unrequited lust finally requited, or maybe Spencer is just a really good kisser. His hands cradle my head on both sides. It’s like he could kiss you for hours and never be sick of it. Every soft, lush kiss plays against the intermittent roughness. The desperate ones, where lips are bit and tongues are engaged in the fervor. It feels wholly consuming and incomplete at the same time. 

“We don’t have to do anything else,” I say, “but to be clear, I’m definitely down if you want to.”

He shakes his head and steps back, putting distance between us. He clenches and unclenches his hands and then rubs his palms against his dress pants. 

My eyes catch on the bulge in his pants, and shamelessly, I can’t stop staring at it. I’ve imagined it before, in my most desperate, lonely moments. Right after breakups, when I’d rather escape into my imagination to soothe me. After running into him at one of Penelope’s get-togethers. I’d steal every shy glance at him, trying to memorize his features. Then I’d go home and imagine myself kissing every inch of him.

I know I probably just need a good eight to…twelve hours of sleep to clear the fog in my brain that’s making this feel like another one of my erotic daydreams. But maybe being a bit out of it is what led me to kiss him like that. If I had been at my most rational, I probably wouldn’t have.

Spencer wipes at his face. He can’t stop moving his hands. Biting a nail between his teeth. Gripping the material of his pants. Crossing and uncrossing his arms. 

“[Y/N], you have no idea how badly I want to.” My heart sinks into my stomach. There’s always a but. “But I don’t want it to happen like this.”

I nod slowly, genuinely trying to avoid letting my disappointment come across as pouting. “Okay. That’s fair.”

He looks utterly exasperated, trying to keep his hands off me, and I’ve never felt so horny and so dejected at the same time. If he didn’t clearly state that he’s into me, I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t feel extremely rejected right now.

“I’ve thought about it before,” he says. “What it would be like… to be with you. I just don’t want the first time to be at a party, in Penelope’s guest room”

I sit back down on the bed, willing my body to cool down, but it’s a non-starter. “I’ve thought about it before. What it would be like… to be with you,” playing back in my head on an unending loop. Clenched thighs give my clit the slightest bit of attention and ease the ache every so slightly.

“I’ve thought about it too,” I say, reminiscing about the numerous dirty fantasies I’ve crafted in my head over the years. I owe far too many orgasms to my vibrator, and to imaginary Spencer praising me, begging me to cum.

He rakes his fingers through his hair. “God, this is so hard.” 

Hard, indeed. I selfishly ogle the tent in his pants again, taking advantage of the fact that he’s struggling to look in my direction. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. “Do you want to leave?”

He joins me on the edge of the mattress. Again, a respectable distance between us. 

He sighs. “If I don’t leave now, I don’t think I’ll have enough self-control to stop myself.”

Yet, he’s sitting beside me, wringing his hands in his lap. 

Before I can formulate any response, he starts. “What about when the party ends?”

“I locked the door on the way in. I didn’t want anyone barging in here trying to find the bathroom. And,” I gesture to the door, the party even louder now that the champagne is flowing, “this party doesn’t die down until three, maybe four.”

“I don’t have a condom, either,” he says quietly.

I push myself up off the bed and walk over to the bedside table. I’ve stayed in this room many times. Usually, when I get drunk or high and can’t drive home. Penelope snores. As much as I love her to bits, if she didn’t have a guest bedroom, I’d be sleeping on the couch. 

I rifle through the top drawer. A couple of individually packaged toothbrushes. A couple of mini bottles of mouthwash. Charging cables. Nope, nope, nope. 

I squat down to look through the bottom drawer, consciously arching my back and popping my ass out a bit. I know they’re in here somewhere. In the back of the drawer, tucked away, is a small, colorful zipper pouch. I’ve stumbled across this pouch before, but I can safely say that I’ve never used it. I hope nobody else has, either, honestly. Tucked inside is a roll of male condoms and a few individually packaged female condoms. 

I (mentally, emotionally, spiritually) cross my fingers as I check the date printed across the wrapper. They aren’t expired. Thank fucking god. 

I rip one off at the perforated line and place it in Spencer’s hand. 

He fiddles with the foil wrapper in his fingers. Not opening it. Just turning it in his hands.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “Here? Like this?”

“Before tonight, I honestly thought there was zero chance you liked me. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I’m so incredibly horny right now that it’s actually hard to think straight.” I wrap my hand around his, and he stops fidgeting. “Is there anything else?”

My question is sincere and gentle. Is there anything else that you need to reassure you that I want this? Is there anything else you need?

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, but I was tested after,” he says.

“I was tested after my last partner.”

I start undoing my blouse. Button by button. Lower and lower. Spencer mirrors me, undoing his crisp, blue dress shirt. Button by button. Lower and lower.

“And we can stop at any point, so please let me know if there’s anything you want or don’t want,” he says.

“Same goes for you.”

I slide my blouse off and unzip my skirt at the side. With my tights already off, I’m left in just my bra and underwear, my clothes in a pile beside the bed. Spencer takes his shirt off and his pants follow. He tries his best to quickly fold them, and in two large strides, he places them on top of the dresser. 

He turns to face me. In just his underwear, I have quite the view. I don’t even think he’s fully hard, but my mouth is watering at the outline of him. The butterflies are gone, replaced by a pang of hunger. I want to lick and taste every inch of him. The mental renderings I’ve crafted of Spencer in the past are all wiped from my memory. I have no use for them anymore. I have the real thing, actively being encoded into memory. 

He comes to stand between my legs. Still seated, his veiled cock is right in front of my face. 

“[Y/N], there’s just one more question that I have to ask first.”

I can only imagine what he sees looking down at me. As I look up at him through my lashes, my wet lips and flushed, glowing cheeks sit right next to his hard cock.

Does he know that I’ve been rocking my hips and squeezing my thighs together just to pacify my throbbing clit? 

“Can we go on a real date too sometime?” he says. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, and I also don’t want this to ruin my chances with you.” 

I feel stupid for not thinking that far ahead. If he had just wanted this to be a one-night stand, I would have accepted that, even though I know I want more with him. 

I nod and kiss the front of his hip, earning a stuttered breath from him when my cheek grazes his bulge. 

“I’d love that, Spencer.” 

I drag my face across his covered cock. Everything about this—about him—is intoxicating. I breathe him in, my hands on his hips, and the scent feels like a drug I could get high off of. 

“Can you lie down?” he says. 

I have no objections. 

I rip my bra and underwear off as fast as I can manage, pulling my bra over my head instead of undoing the clasps. I toss them to the floor to join the rest of my clothes. I’m, maybe a bit shamelessly, too eager to waste any time. 

Spencer is standing next to the bed, naked, jaw slack, just stroking himself to nothing but my naked body. That’ll do great things for the ego. 

“You are…” he breathes, shaking his head. The words he’s missing hang somewhere in the air, but he doesn’t look away from me long enough to search for them.

He opens the foil wrapper, rolls the condom on, and crawls onto the bed between my legs. I expect him to just shove it in there, but instead, he drags two long fingers through my wetness, absolutely mesmerized.

“Perfect,” he says, staring at my pussy. “So perfect.” 

He slides one finger inside me and I gasp. It doesn’t fill me, but when he takes it out a moment later, I still mourn the emptiness. He takes the same finger into his mouth, eyes closed as he admires the taste of me. 

I’m pretty sure that I can’t get any hornier than I am at this moment. It’s physiologically impossible. 

“Please, Spencer. Fuck,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”

Quick pecks trace a line up my body, and Spencer kisses me, bodies pressed together like he’s never going to kiss me again. It’s deep, sloppy, and passionate. Moaning into each other’s mouths as I grip his hips. His cock is nestled in my center. I grind against it.

Breathless, Spencer lifts his body just enough to reach between us, guiding his cock to where we need it. 

I close my eyes as he enters me; I have to turn off one of my senses to process it. In the black void behind my eyelids, I can feel everything. I can hear everything. A choked moan at the back of my throat breaks free. He pushes in further. Spencer shifts from his hands to his elbows, using the leverage to slide in even more. 

“Oh, god. This is so much better than I imagined,” he says, his voice strained from pleasure.

Was Spencer thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him? Like two lovers wondering if the other is gazing up at the moon at the same time. I open my eyes. The tufts of hair framing his face flop down, a few stray strands sticking to his face. The room is already warming and his skin glistens in it. 

“What did you think about? What did you imagine?” I ask.

He fills me to the hilt, and his lips find mine; the kiss a fierce declaration that this shared sensation in our bodies is indeed shared. Spencer is feeling the same utter bliss that I am, and the thought of that alone sends a spark to my core. I’m making him feel this good. 

Spencer remains unmoving, huffing breaths intermixed with muttered curses as he adjusts. The part where we’re united throbs like a beating heart, both of our bodies diverting blood from our brains to fuel this tryst. 

“I felt so ashamed thinking about you like that,” he whispers against my cheek, “not knowing if you wanted me, too.”

Pinned beneath him, I push my hips up against him as much as I can manage, desperate for more. Spencer’s eyes flutter closed as he matches my movements, his cock sliding in and out as we grind into each other.

“Did you think about what I’d feel like the first time? Because I thought about what you’d feel like inside me.”

Earning moans from Spencer feels like a gift. A secret that has been bestowed upon me. For my ears only. I want to wrap this secret up and hide it under my bed. To throw it in a box and padlock it shut. I want to place it in a fancy locket, one I hide under my shirt, tucked up safe against my skin where nobody else can reach it.

“I thought about that far too much.” He shakes his head. “But you’re even better than I could’ve imagined.”

He pumps into me a few more times, hard and fast, as our bodies take the wheel, chasing the zenith of pleasure. We move together as a duet. The song? A lullaby of moans, whimpers, and whispered praises.

With each thrust, his body presses against my clit.

“Oh my god. You feel so fucking good, Spencer.”

He reaches a hand up to the side of my face, cradling my head and stroking my cheek with his thumb. I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. His thumb is icy in comparison. 

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He glances at my chest, and then his eyes dart as he takes in the rest of my body. “Your body is perfect.” He peppers kisses across my lips, my shoulder, my neck. Every place his lips touch stings like I’ve been branded. “Perfect,” he breathes against my neck. 

“How did I taste?” I ask, remembering Spencer licking his finger clean.

“Addictive” is the word he chooses, and thoughts of Spencer’s head between my legs—in my own bed—consume me.

He slows, almost to a stop. “Would you mind if I…?”

I finish his trailed-off sentence, not entirely sure if I’m right on the money or not. “Go down on me?” 

He nods, and a breathy, “please,” is all I can manage to squeak out. It would be damn near impossible to think of a single reason to deny this man in his request.

Between my legs—framed like a work of art—Spencer keeps his eyes locked on my face as he trails his tongue up between my lips. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god. Please. Please keep going.”

He moans into my pussy, wasting no time in getting into it. 

“Can I grab your head as I get close?”

He whines, “please,” against my skin, and I tell him to pinch me if he needs me to loosen my grip. 

Spencer’s long arms wrap around my thighs, keeping me from squirming away. I’ve never had anyone go down on me like this. He is feral, barely coming up for air. I reach down to slide my fingers into his hair, feeling myself inch closer and closer by the second. He’s humping the bed, large dimples forming in his plush ass. I just want to dig my nails into it.

One arm lifts from its spot around my leg. Spencer is a man on a mission. He needs that arm, that hand, those fingers. Two fingers slide inside me, and I know I’m not going to last. I squirm against him and he lets me control the penetration, keeping his hand still. His mouth, however, continues in its relentless pursuit. 

I feel like I’ve unlocked something here. This version of Spencer is unleashed. He’s had his taste of the forbidden fruit, and he’s fully invested. 

I grip his head, needing to pull him into me. Needing to control the pressure.

“Spencer, fuck.”

“Yes, baby. Please cum in my mouth.”

“I—” is all I spit out before it hits me. A tidal wave of heat and pressure that radiates from my core. I grip Spencer’s hair between my fingers and he moans even harder. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard that, when I open them, my vision is a pinhole vignetted by fuzzy white light. His tongue continues lapping at my center until my thighs trap his head, my clit unable to take anymore. 

My whole body is tingling. Every nerve in my body is on high alert. My ab muscles twitch with each jerky breath as the lingering shockwaves work through me. 

Spencer is kissing my thighs as if each space his lips touch is better than the last. He is relishing in my body. Worshipping it. 

In this state, having cum so hard that my ears are ringing, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to declare my ardent love for him. Thankfully, I have some logic system deep in my brain that remains online and protects me from stupid mistakes like that. 

“Spencer, please. Get back inside me.”

The moan that spills from us both as he slides back inside me, my pussy still throbbing with aftershocks, should be tattooed somewhere on my body. The waveform of it or whatever. My new New Year’s resolution: get a tattoo. Add that to my other New Year’s resolution: let Spencer Reid fucking rail me in every way possible.

His thrusts are already sloppier than before. “Yes, fuck. Yes. Do you know how fucking good you taste, baby? I could eat you out for hours. So perfect.” 

I grab his jaw and kiss him, tasting myself. Tasting me and him mixed together. 

“Spencer, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Exhaustion, overwhelm, pleasure, and lust well up right at the finish line. Every sporadic back-arching thrust flutters my eyelids, pushing a small tear down both sides of my face.

“The first day I met you,” he says, struggling to get the words out fluidly, “you were the most beautiful thing. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

My hands slide to his ass, and I grip the flesh. I want my nails to leave a mark. I want to claim him as my own. 

“Cum inside me, Spencer.” 

He pounds into me, hard. The passion he showed while giving me oral is back in full force. 

His head falls into the crook of my neck as he works himself to the edge, muffling the dirty string of words that escape as he falls apart. His cock twitches hard inside me as he spills into the condom. I wish he was condomless, shooting his ropes of cum deep within me. But maybe that’s just a dirty fantasy that will never come to fruition. 

Spencer peppers me with some more kisses before getting up to discard the condom in the small trash can beside the door.

“I’ll change that garbage bag before I leave,” he says.

“I’m going to have to tell her,” I say, pulling my underwear up. “I’ll have to do some laundry for sure.” I gesture to the disheveled, dirty sheets. 

“Yeah, I know. She’s nosy, so I bet she’d figure it out regardless,” he laughs. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need. With the cleanup.”

The party noise is more subdued, but it sounds like the majority of guests are still here. The small digital alarm clock beside the bed reads 1:15 AM. 

“Wanna just wait it out?” I ask, straightening out the sheets just enough to crawl under them. “I promised Penelope I’d help her clean up, anyway.”

Spencer slips in beside me and I snuggle into his side, draping my leg over his and wrapping an arm across his chest. 

“I much prefer it in here,” he says, pressing his lips to my temple. 

I kiss him one last time, long and tender, before resting my head on his shoulder. I don’t even get a word out of my mouth before I crash once more.

A sharp knock on the door jolts me and Spencer from our very deep slumber. Morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I rub my eyes, swiping away the remnants of such a sleep. On the plus side, I feel fucking fantastic. Spencer sits up and stretches his arms above his head.

Another knock. Much harder.

“[Y/N]?” Penelope asks through the door.

We hop out of bed to hurriedly finish redressing ourselves.

“Shit, I fell asleep last night! I’m sorry, Pen!” I yell to her.

“Is…Spencer still in there with you?”

“Yes,” I say, annoyed. “Happy now?”

“I cleared off some space on the counter and started making breakfast whenever you two are dressed!”

Previous Chapter: New Year's Eve

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[daytaker]

Hi! I'd Like to request something for obey me. So MC is an Artist Like Semi realistic or so and then they draw the brothers and themself all together Like some Kind of Family Photo for maybe a sweet gesture to appriciat them, what would the reaction be?

First of all, that's adorable. Second of all, yes, absolutely.

Everyone

The immediate question on everyone's mind is where it should be put. The suggestions are fairly predictable. Beel wants it in the kitchen. Satan wants it in the library. Belphie wants it in the observatory. Asmo thinks it should go in his bathroom, and he acts amazed when his brothers disagree.

You'll probably be the one to suggest making some copies of it if they like it so much. That way they can all have one. The brothers all like this idea, so you head off to the Devildom equivalent of a FedEx store and make some quick copies for everybody.

Eventually, the original work will find pride of place above the fireplace, where everyone will get plenty of time to admire it, including guests. The brothers are all very proud to explain to them that they have a very close friend who's an artist, thank you, and they made that piece of artwork up there for them, for free, because they love them all so much. What do you mean it's too small for that big of a space? Clearly you don't understand art, they'll tell the guest. Satan smirks; Levi rolls his eyes; Asmo whispers something to Mammon and they both start snickering. Real mean girl energy.

Lucifer

It's proved to be more or less impossible to get a photograph with himself and all six of his brothers, so this is an immediate hit with him. Plus, you're in it, which makes it even more valuable. He wonders why he didn't commission a painted family portrait earlier. It just hadn't crossed his mind, he supposes.

He'll buy a very nice and expensive frame for the picture and have it professionally mounted on a backboard. Only a museum quality display will do.

He enjoys looking at the artwork now and then and mentally noting all the details he likes. You captured Mammon's smug smile perfectly, and somehow Levi looks happy, but still like himself. Of course, his favorite part of the picture (along with you, of course) is himself. He thinks he looks very dignified, and he appreciates that you placed him in the center; the true patriarch of the family. Besides that (though he wouldn't bring it up unprompted), he thinks you made him look very handsome, and he likes the idea that you see him that way.

Mammon

You put him next to you?! I mean, of course you did! He's your number one demon, right? Obviously he belongs right next to you! He'll point out his positioning in the picture to his brothers often enough that they've gotten past feeling annoyed about it and just tease him for simping so openly.

He thinks it looks a little bit like you're smiling at him in the picture. You're not. You're staring into the 'camera', just like everyone else. But he tells himself that. He has another copy of the picture made where he cropped out everyone besides the two of you. He keeps it in his sock drawer so he can pull it out when he's by himself and admire it. Lucifer has walked in on him lying on his back and holding it up, staring wistfully at the picture, often enough that he can tell by how quiet it is when Mammon is either sleeping or staring at that goddamn picture of his again.

Speaking of extra copies, he also made some more to try and sell at RAD, but, shockingly, cheap copies of a picture of someone else's family didn't sell well. Diavolo bought one though, as did Simeon. Yeah, maybe it wasn't exactly ethical to try and capitalize on your artwork, but, well, come on, he's in it, and you gave it to him, so that kind of makes him the owner of it, right...?

Leviathan

He's pretty sure he's not breathing right now. That's... That's how he looks? To you? He looks....amazing....!! Look at his smile! His jawline! His glossy hair! His cheeks, touched with color---!!! You must think he's... like....... Ugh, it's stupid, like, who even cares? Nobody, that's who. Nobody except him. He cares. And he wishes his stomach would settle down a little bit before lunch explodes onto the rug. So he'll just take his copy of the painting, clutch it to his chest, and giggle to himself as he slinks off to his room while everyone else stands admiring the painting on the mantlepiece.

Now, to really study this thing. He lies in his bathtub and squints at the painting. He realizes, to his dismay, that all his brothers look extra hot in this thing too. Hrmm... But, whatever! The important part is that he looks amazing! His eyes are shining, his skin looks healthy and smooth, and.... well.... he doesn't look like somebody it'd be weird for you to be into, maybe. Maybe? Possibly.

He's pretty shy around you for a few days after you give them all the picture. He's not really sure how he's supposed to react around someone who thinks he's... h....ha-ha....handsome...???? And not just that, but the look on his face! Does he make faces like that in real life? Does he make faces like that in front of you?

He spends a good chunk of time in front of the mirror trying to imitate the look from the painting, but he can't quite get it right. He always ends up crumbling into a pathetic, groaning, blushing little creep and fleeing the bathroom. He hates himself. But he can cheer himself up with the knowledge that you definitely don't hate him, right? How could you draw someone you hated looking like... like....?!?

Satan

Knowing Satan is someone who admires art in general, you were most nervous about him seeing it. He has a tendency to be fairly blunt and honest, and you really hoped he'd just appreciate the thought behind the picture without subjecting it to any kind of critical analysis.

But of course he did it anyway. He'd expressed his appreciation just like his brothers had when you first gave it to them, but you'd often see him standing in front of the fireplace staring up at the picture with a hand to his chin after that.

Satan's initial thought, after the excitement over the gift and how cute and nervous you looked giving it to them all, is that the composition of the piece, while not particularly original, has definite visual appeal. While he doesn't particularly enjoy Lucifer's position in the middle, he understands why you put him there, both artistically and psychologically. Lucifer dominates almost any group he's in with his annoyingly hefty self-confidence. His ego is smeared all over the picture, but that's not your fault. That's just Lucifer, being awful and ruining things, like he always does.

When he finally gives some attention to how he looks in the painting, he's pleasantly surprised. He looks refreshingly like himself, but also like he's meant to be there, with everybody else. He can also tell you spent some time on his eyes. They look lovely. If you ever want to paint them again, he'd be happy to model for you. What, shy all of a sudden?

Asmodeus

Well, obviously he's the real star of the artwork. It's as if he's glowing, washing out his brothers with his effervescent presence on the canvas! Clearly, you know your art. Never mind he's the only one who seems to quite see the picture in that way.

He has his copy of the painting framed and hung up in his bathroom, where he thought the original should have been put all along. Now he never feels like he's alone in the tub! Every once in a while, he'll talk to the artwork while he takes a bath. Just to amuse himself. But when you go back to the human world, 'every once in a while' becomes 'almost every day'.

He has a theory that if someone stares into the eyes of Painting Asmo too deeply for too long, they'll fall in love with him. The painting version of him, that is. He knows that's silly, so he keeps it to himself, but he can't stop himself from imagining you mesmerized by your own painting of him, bewitched by the very eyes you painted...

Beel

Honestly, Beel is just happy you made a picture including him, his brothers, and you. You put him right beside Belphie with an arm slung around his shoulders. He's smiling more in the picture than he normally does in real life, but that doesn't bother him at all. He wants to look happy in this kind of painting.

He taped his copy of the picture to the refrigerator door. Everyone appreciates this, not just Beel, though he definitely sees it the most often. After you go home, he says good morning to you every day when he first heads to the fridge. It's a nice way to feel like you're still around.

Belphie

Wow... He looks adorable here. And you didn't include him drooling like his brothers always do when they draw him. Though it really isn't fair to compare this to the "drawings" his brothers have made to make fun of each other. Idiots...

You put him right next to Beel. That makes him smile. And he looks...like he's happy to be there. Maybe not grinning like a doofus, but like this is his family, and he's pretty okay with it.

He keeps his copy of the picture taped to his bedpost so he can look at it whenever he feels lonely, especially after your year in the Devildom comes to an end.

[randomperson3071]

I have a Purelily fanfiction/AU idea...

What if White Lily Cookie didn't become Dark Enchantress Cookie, and instead, they were completely separate beings?

In this AU, she would go into hiding like Pure Vanilla Cookie did. Since she would feel extremely guilty for not saving her friends sooner and blame the whole thing on her, since even though they would be separate beings, she still felt somewhat responsible for Dark Enchantress Cookie's existence.

She would cut her hair short and make up a fake identity known as "Flower Cookie". She would be in similar clothing as Healer Cookie and even wrap her staff up like he did. She would venture around Crispia, trying to hide herself from any sort of civilization in order to avoid retaliation. Hell, maybe even trying to go to Beast-Yeast to find a way to stop Dark Enchantress Cookie. However, throughout the journey, she started to starve herself and get into some trouble with enemies of Dark Enchantress Cookie, leaving her with plenty of injuries.

Until one day she arrives at the Raisin Village. Even though she was starving and injured, she still tried to walk past the village. But not long before Black Raisin Cookie caught her. Suspicious, she thinks the outlander is possibly plotting something against the village and encounters her about it. The other villagers surround her, and she starts to panic while trying to find a way to escape. Until Healer Cookie steps out and tells them all to be quiet for his patients. Similar to how GingerBrave and company first met him. But when Healer Cookie saw how injured and malnourished she was, he immediately ushered her into the tent while ignoring Black Raisin's protests. As he healed her and fed her the best he could, he started to feel Deja vu. Had they met before? Why did this cookie feel so oddly familiar to him? A lot of questions swirled through his head as he healed the cookie, but he just couldn't put his... I guess cookie hand on it.

After introductions, she explains that she can't stay here and that she needs to leave right away. He tells her that she can't since she needs to stay here to rest, and asks why she's in such a hurry. She decides to come up with a fake story that claims that she's a refugee from a village that got attacked, and that she's afraid that the invaders might still be looking for her. He understood her worry now and offered her to stay to not only recover, but also to hide away here in the Raisin Village from her village's invaders. After thinking about his words for a while, she finally obliges.

As time went on, she started warming up with the villagers, Black Raisin Cookie, and Healer Cookie. To the point where she actually tries to help the village. Growing crops to try and increase the low food supply, making herbs and teas for healing patients, and helping out with the attacks of the Wafflebots. She even grew on Black Raisin Cookie a little bit. And of course, her and Healer Cookie grow more closer than before. Both of the cookies started to feel a sense of familiarity and a little bit of love as time went on. They grew closer and closer as they healed their patients together and helped the village. They started recognizing that they had a lot in common and even similar interests. They were like two peas in a pod.

Then one day GingerBrave and company arrive, and the story continues like in game, but just with her in it and the story a bit changed because of her influence.

Soooo, what do you guys think? I dunno if I'm gonna make this into a fanfic, but this does sound like a really fun and adorable concept to write. Let me know if you have any feedback, critiques, or hell, even more ideas!

[milliesfishes]

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[fem reader] contains: grief, mentions of death, copious amounts of angst summary: you think billy's been killed pairing: billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: wish I could tag ordinary things anon; if you see this thank you for the ask and I love you for trusting me with your vision I very hope I did it justice <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

"As long as you're in this world, darlin', I've gotta reason to stay in it."

Billy had whispered that in your hair one night when he thought you were asleep. You carried that with you since you heard it, surprised when it remained intact when your waking mind took form. Maybe you were meant to hear it.

This knowledge became more important to you every day, as wanted posters with your man's face crudely drawn on them started to crop up all over town. You felt your heart crumble a little every time you saw one, evidence of how the world saw the man you loved.

To them he was a killer. To you he represented love. Safety. Two things you hadn't had the luxury of keeping before. Your life was divided into two parts. Before Billy and During. You desperately prayed there wouldn't be an After.

When he met you, you were a closed off, timid thing who didn't have a word for anybody. Your past was your future in your mind. Once Billy got wind of your mindset, he worked with all his might to change it.

He gathered you up and put you back together, kissing each piece as he set it back into place. And you adored him for it. In time, his kisses were returned with equal fervor, and his touches were met with your own. He was your gravity, the center of your whole world. You hadn't had a world before Billy. He built it up and stood to the side, letting you decide where to go, only to find you running back into his arms.

You had long disdained love, thought it, in your case, a feckless fantasy that served no real purpose. It was a hard thing to come by in your upbringing- something that was dangled just out of your reach like some kind of trick to keep you running. Until one day when you'd had enough and simply turned your back, the taunt no longer effective.

Then Billy stumbled into your life. He reinvented you, brought out a side you hadn't known to exist. You gave him every one of your firsts willingly, presented on both knees. And he didn't take that lightly, keeping each one close to his heart and trying to make it all special for you. It was because it was him. He didn't take your breath away, he taught you how to breathe.

Billy hugged you tight, called you 'baby' and kissed you tenderly. He never spoke of a future without you, never uttered a word or did anything that suggested he wouldn't protect you. Because he was aware of the world being his girl thrust you into. You loved him all the more for knowing.

Now, a year later, you were steady. Content seemed too plain a word for how you felt. It was bliss, having a person in this world who was yours to love the way you pleased.

Though as of late things had been a little more complicated. Billy only came to see you under the guise of darkness, not wanting his bloody reputation as of late to stain the clean white of yours. You were grateful for any time with him, opening your arms and bed both to him as a respite from the mounting tensions in his life.

"You're the only thing worth stickin' around for," he breathed one day as he held you tight, your bodies bare and swaddled in the sheets of your bed. Billy kissed your forehead tenderly, letting his lips linger there. "My sweetheart...you're the purest thing I ever loved."

His words held a touch of melancholy that you chose to ignore in favor of burrowing into his chest, the safest place in the whole world. Every bit of your love was owed to him. And you repaid it over and over again.

Billy held you tight all through the night and into the morning, whispering sweet things into your hair. This was your heaven- bare between his arms with his boots beneath your bed.

When he inevitably had to get up, he did it slowly, leaning down and kissing your hairline for a long time. Then he began to dress himself and you started to sit up, watching him sleepily with the covers pulled to your chest.

"Won't you stay?" you murmured, looking up at him longingly.

"Gotta get out before the sun gets any higher," he said apologetically, pulling one of his suspenders over his undershirt and kneeling at your side to press three lazy kisses to your cheeks and nose. His stubble tickled your skin, and you smiled, just a bit.

"You know I'll come back though?" Billy asked, shrugging his lone suspender off and pulling his shirt on, starting to do up the buttons.

You reached out for him, and he removed his fingers, letting you fasten the remaining buttons. "I want you to."

He smoothed your hair and nudged his lips to your forehead once more. "I will. I promise. It'll only be a few days and then I'll be back here holdin' ya."

Hoping with all your soul that he was right, you pulled him in by the collar to kiss him softly. Billy could probably feel your anxiety, because he pulled back a little, his nose bumping yours. "Baby..."

You nodded, your forehead leaning against his. "Hurry home."

"Promise," he whispered, giving you one more kiss before reaching for his boots and pulling them on.

Now he was standing, tucking his shirt in and setting his hat on his head. The final step. You'd witnessed it so many times and it always sent a pang through your chest. Billy was leaving and your heart wouldn't be full until he returned.

He leaned down over you, the brim of his hat shading you from the sunlight shining through the window. Oh, it made him a vision. He was lined in light like an angel. Billy had always been your angel.

"I love you," he said softly, lips caressing yours one more time. "I'll be home soon."

And with that he was gone, leaving like a shadow. You were left naked and alone, holding the sheets against your chest. Body already aching for his touch, but all you could do to soothe it was imagine.

The days after passed slower than you thought time could move. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. When the heart is already fond, distance becomes a wound only your lover can heal.

It was hard to pass the time as always. You wondered of his whereabouts, whether or not he was safe. It was a rhetorical question; Billy was almost never safe. But for your own peace of mind, you imagined he was. Maybe he was thinking of you at the same time you were of him.

At night when you struggled to close your eyes, you conjured the image of him riding home to you. Horse straining against the wind, hat nearly blowing off his head. And he'd dismount and stumble through your doorway any minute.

The next minute. No the next. The next. Maybe in two minutes. It was like counting sheep, and the repetition lulled you to sleep.

He said he was coming home soon. He's going to come home soon.

You were in the market when the news hit.

Usually, you tuned out the chatter of the customers around you, your mind on what you considered to be more important topics. But when someone mentioned your lover's name, your ears perked up.

"...shot, by the sheriff of another town," one woman was saying in hushed tones.

Someone may as well have burned a hole through your middle. Nonononononono. Maybe it was someone else.

Eyes wide, you interjected. "Billy? What Billy?"

The woman didn't seem put off by your interruption, seeming pleased to have another member of her audience. "Billy the Kid. The outlaw. Y'know, the one whose face is plastered all over town." She gave you a knowing look. "They got him."

Heartbeat pounding in your ears, you swallowed, trying to breathe normally. Eyes blurring, you clenched your jaw so the tears wouldn't fall. The woman's brow furrowed as she saw your expression, and her lips parted slightly. "Did you know him?"

"No," you answer quickly, giving her a tight smile. "No, it's just shocking is all."

Turning away from her, you somehow made your way out of the market, bumping into people whom you could care less about. The only thing you could see was the fuzzy outline of things, the only sound a dull roar echoing back and forth between your ears.

Billy.

When you came to, you were in a little thicket that you recognized. He brought you here, held you tight when he was still teaching you how to love-

Emotions overwhelmed you, and you were now helpless against them. Dropping to your knees and burying your face in your hands, you shook, body weakened. Is it true that when one soulmate dies the other starts on its way?

You hoped so. Oh, how you hoped you'd follow him to the grave. If you didn't, you'd scour the earth for his burial site and lie there with him, bodies separated only by dirt, until your heart stopped beating physically. It was already dead along with his.

Collapsed against the ground, you felt weaker than you ever had before. Maybe a merciful higher power was taking pity on you. Oh, it was a fate of agony to remain alive without the one person who could make it better. Somehow, you'd imagined Billy as immortal as the legends no doubt told of him.

But he had only been a man. With him went his promises; you knew now that Billy wasn't coming home soon.

And while you cursed his mortality, you embraced yours. Maybe it wouldn't be long now. Maybe his spirit was kneeling beside you, whispering for you to stand. But you wouldn't. You would stay still so the grim reaper would lead you away nice and easy. He probably didn't get people like that very often. While others fled the sight of him, you searched the horizon, counting the minutes until you could run to him.

The sky faded from blue to orange to black, and your heart still beat. You wanted to scream, wail, pound the dirt. But, surprising yourself, you calmly lifted yourself up, getting to your feet and picking up your bag, feet leading you back in the direction of your house. It wasn't home without him.

You hardly clocked anything about the journey back. The only thing you'd remember when you looked back were your thoughts. Now your world was void of love again. It was worse now that you'd tasted it. To you, Billy was love. And now love died. Everyone made it sound like an everlasting thing, but here it was, gone with the piercing of a bullet.

As you reached your house, you numbly pushed the door open, tossing your bag to the side and beginning to strip yourself of your clothes. First your dress, them your shoes; each stocking and your thin petticoat. It all created a messy trail to your bedroom, and you collapsed into the mattress, into the side where he used to sleep when he was home. Now in only your half stay and bloomers, hair pins scattered on the floor with your clothes, you hugged his pillow, trying to pretend it was him.

When your eyes shut, you hoped they wouldn't open again.

Shadowy dreams of pistols and cemeteries haunted you all through your sleeping hours, and you ran from them in your mind. It was all for naught, because you were met with the sight of Billy with a gaping hole in his chest, blood seeping through his shirt in a gruesome pattern. You reached your hands out to stop the bleeding, maybe, but all you did was make it worse. He choked for breath, and you screamed, a black pit swallowing you both up.

Eyes flying open, you sat up and choked on your breath, hand clutching at your collarbone, heartbeat punching against it. A wave of memory crashed over you, and you cursed sleep for doing nothing. You cursed death doubly for staying far away. Where was the coward when you needed him? Probably off carting screaming souls to the afterlife who didn't realize the luxury of life's end.

Rubbing your eyes, your head flopped against the mattress, squeezing his pillow between your arms. You couldn't cry, even though you had a viable reason. Shutting your eyes, you willed tears to come, to overwhelm you so you could finally fall apart. Get it over with. Learn how to put yourself back together the way he used to. Or don't. Just do something.

But nothing came. Only frustration. You smashed the pillow against your face and screamed into it, chest shaking with exhaustion.

Why wouldn't the end come? You desperately hoped Billy's spirit wasn't watching you. This was pathetic.

There was a sudden noise from the kitchen, but you paid it no mind, too lost in your mind to register anything outside it as real.

You didn't realize anything until the heavy bootsteps got closer to your room.

Pulling the covers up around yourself, you stared wide eyed as the door swung open. Even when it was dark you knew his silhouette. Was this a ghost?

Then he was coming toward you, reaching out, your name whispered like a prayer on his lips. You shrank back, more terrified than you'd ever been in your life.

Taking off his hat and tossing it aside, Billy sat on the side of the bed, one big, warm hand settling on your thigh. He didn't move as you quickly reached over, striking a match sharply and lighting the candle on the bedside. The flame cast dark shapes on his face.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you whispered, "This is cruel."

"Baby-" he started, but you cut him off.

"You're dead," you breathed, burying your face in your hands. "They said you were shot-"

"No." Billy pulled your hands down so you would look at him. He lifted one of them to rest against his chest, so you could feel his solid body, the thump of his heart. You started to shake, your eyes pricking. He squeezed your hand. "They all think I'm gone. And I am to them."

"What are you talking about?" your voice snagged and caught on the unshed tears in your throat.

"I said you were the only thing worth livin' for," he nodded, eyes holding yours. "Now you are. You are the only one I am alive for. Fuck all the rest of 'em. I was dead to 'em anyways." Billy thumbed the side of your cheek, dropping your hand so he could hold your face. "But to you, my love, my life. I'm breathin'."

Here were the tears you'd so desperately tried to force out earlier. Now they were pouring down your cheeks, cascading down to your collarbone and wetting your face with relief, joy, terror, confusion...all in a liquid revelation that he was really here. He was here and he was all yours, truly this time.

You burrowed into his arms, face pressed against his chest to hear that thump, thump, thump of the proof he was breathing. A sob tore itself from your throat, and you shook in his arms. Billy held you tightly, kissing the top of your head, whispering into you.

"Baby...baby I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry, I tried to get to you before you could hear...oh, my sweetheart, my love..." Billy's voice was breaking at the sight of your tears. You had never cried like this before, not in front of him, not ever. "Things were gettin' bad...I had to let 'em think I died...but I shoulda let ya know somehow before...I'm sorry baby, my sweet girl..."

Pulling back, you took his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his sweaty forehead, then his nose, then his lips, holding him there for a moment. Your kisses were needy, wanting. He came back home.

"Baby..." he croaked, drawing you into his arms once more. You clung to every bit of him you could grasp, every touch reassuring his presence. Billy's hands were at your jaw, holding you over your hair. He kissed your face over and over, and you nearly let a fresh bout of tears loose at the feel of his stubble. "Thought of nothing but you the whole ride here...saw ya..." Another kiss "...in the stars, in the river...everywhere." Two kisses to your left cheek.

Billy pressed his forehead to yours, then pulled you to sit on his thighs, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in your hair. "My sweet girl..."

You sniffled, clinging to him. "You were gone...you left me..."

"Ain't never leavin' again," he said sincerely, and you could hear the unspoken promise in his words. "We're gonna get outta town and go somewhere nobody's ever heard 'f me. It'll all die but we'll live for each other. Just you 'n me, honey. Forever."

In the span of a day, your greatest hopes and fears had coincided and created a supernova of horror and joy alike, the strength of both emotions separated by a very thin line.

Your love had returned. The world was right side up.

Billy held you until you were cried out, and swaddled you in his arms, nearly enveloping you and making the two of you one. He stroked your hair, lips ghosting any space of you he could reach.

As you drifted off, he whispered, "As long as you're in this world, darlin', I've gotta reason to stay in it."

[sleepyficss]

ROMANTIC TV HEADCANNONS PLEASE I WILL TAKE ANYTHING I AM STARVING VILLAGE ORPHAN ANON PLEASE BE KIND ENOUGH TO SPARE ME SOME CONTENT THAT I MAY FEAST OFF BEFORE THE WINTER KILLS ALL ME CROPS

tv headcanons.

tv x reader, romantic

authors note:

oouughhh after the recent tpot episode. i will admit, tv has grown on me. i was staring at him the entirety of the start to see what he had on his screen LOL “tay vay”. tv does deserve more love, he doesn’t get enough appreciation for how deep his character actually is :(

- tv is SUCH a cutie patootie.

- if you two were together before he developed his text-to-speech voice (pre-tpot), he didn’t want to use clips of other contestants to tell you that he loved you since it wouldn’t feel like it was fully from him :(

- he’ll wait for you to say the ‧₊˚ magic words ‧₊˚ (i love you), so that he could use YOU as a clip to say it back. even if it feels a little weird hearing yourself say that back.

- otherwise, when he gets his text-to-speech function, he surprises you with it!!

- after a long day of doing…. whatever it is that you do… you get to spend the rest of it with your favourite mechanical mind! already excited just to see him, the adoration and surprise you feel when his first words to you are “i love you”, in his own voice !!!

- he’s so happy with himself.

- tv is a little sad that he can’t hold your hand, fully cuddle with you, etc, especially when he sees others doing exactly that.

- he tries his hardest though, squishing himself close to you in a way that resembles nuzzling, walking closely next to you to mimic holding hands, and showering you with affectionate words :))

- he really loves it when you hug him, or at least ad much as you can – he might be a little wide.

- kisses too!! he can’t kiss back too well, but he’s always got a kissy face on, even if you can’t feel it. if he nudges his screen on your face, thats his best version of a kiss :’)

- if you’re ever feeling sad, tv remembers the things that made you laugh in the past, and plays clips of it in hopes that it will cheer you up.

- unless, of course, its not the right time for that – then he’ll stick to listening to your woes.

- he tries to offer advice, but despite being a ‘smart tv’, his emotions easily get the best of him; and if its a person who has wronged you, he isn’t afraid to offer to self-destruct at the cost of the wrong-doers life, and his own.

- of course you’re like, “ah ha – PLEASE don’t.”

- he really thinks you deserve so much, he’ll go all out for dates.

- if you make it clear that you don’t want to do anything extravagant, though – he’ll understand, and you two can just chill and watch a movie, or have a picnic.

- even if tv can’t exactly eat anything…

- otherwise, he’ll take you to a fancy restaurant (wearing his own little bowtie :3), or an amusement park!! although he’s a bit let down that he can’t really win any prizes from any minigame stalls.

- going stargazing!!! he would totally take you stargazing, and he knows the best days and times to go as well (he is, y’know, a smart tv – he knows exactly when and where to go).

- if you ever need a mirror to check your hair, makeup, etc, he’ll turn his screen into a mirror for you!! but he’ll add hearts around your face, or add those funny filters to your face – like dog ears or face-warps – to make you laugh.

- he is a touch screen tv (as i’ve learned from my favourite website, bfdi wiki <33), so you have to be careful near his screen in case you accidentally swipe on him!! although, he probably has a setting where he can turn it off.

- if you two ever get in an argument, which is unfortunately likely due to his stubborn nature; just swipe his screen so that his face disappears and he can’t talk to you.

- okay, maybe don’t do that, he’ll feel very hard-done by.

- if you’re also a robot, or electronically-made, your relationship will move a lot faster.

- tv will also find himself confiding in you a lot about feeling taken advantage of AS a mech, and how glad he is that you’re sticking by his side as with your similarities.

- if you are another type of object, it will take him a little longer to feel as comfortable with you – but that will just make your relationship even stronger when it does get to that point – being one of the non-mech objects that he truly trusts.

- having loyalty as one of his biggest strengths, you best believe that he’ll take your side in any argument against another person.

- if you’re battling for dream island as well, he’ll always immediately run to your side in hopes of being on the same team.

- even if you aren’t, he’ll help you (not your team!! just you) in challenges, despite his team getting annoyed at him doing so.

- tv would be so sad if you were voted out – if he was able to, he’d fake the votes on his screen to try and keep you from being eliminated (it doesn’t work, and he gets caught lolol).

- whether you get eliminated first, or vice versa, he gets so happy to see you again when the other gets eliminated too.

- gets lowkey clingy, but can you blame him? who knows how long it was until he got to see you again.

[dazed--xx]

Unraveling Hearts

Member: Jeongin x AFAB! reader

Word count: 2.8K

Trigger warnings: Break up, mentions of cold expressions. Jeongin does grab reader by wrist and drag her somewhere. Suggestive kissing. Angst. Smartassery from Hyunjin. Anything else I couldn’t think of

A/N: oooffff a short little one shot for you sweetheart. It’s been a while since I wrote a 2k word post and tbh there was WAY more to this story than anticipated it used to be long af then I changed my mind and only added the ending to it instead. But damn I’m making moves lol I got One More time Episode 2 coming out in a couple days too and some little requests here and there but my requests are still open and I’m still going to be uploading Cardinal soon.

For you dear: @neteyamsmate4life

Not my gif

You stood nervously in the lobby of your dorm; it was a little past 8 and Jeongin hadn’t called or texted you. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at your reflection in the window once more. You felt as if you looked ridiculous. Your hair wavy and framing your face, the pink crop top looked closer to a bra rather than a shirt. You thanked God your jeans and shoes matched with the shirt compared to the skirt your friend Hyeri wanted to put you in. You contemplated calling Jeongin as you made your way outside. You can remember the way he had invited you to this party. It was his insistence that you needed to take a break and relax. He’d promised to meet you outside your dorm at 8 yet, he was nowhere to be found. Disappointment fills you as you sit on the steps of your dorm. Watching the minutes pass by with tears streaming down your face as the time reaches 9pm.

Where the hell is he? Anger fills you as you dial Jeongin’s number only to be met with his voicemail laughing at you as you end the call and dialing the number once again. You chuckle to yourself “of course...” you feel your heart shatter as your messages go unanswered. You look around at the starry winter sky, the cold air kissing your tear-stained cheeks; letting out a heavy sigh you lift yourself from your he stair. Maybe he wasn’t really as excited about your first real date since your 6-month relationship began. You never kissed, or even spent any time alone together really. His friends were always around as he shared a house with them. How could he do this? On the one time he’d promised it would be just you two. And whilst yes you were supposed to be going to a party, he was the one that swore up and down it would be just him and you and he’d help you relax. All your excitement for anything was completely washed away at the sight of your phone screaming at you that Jeongin was 2 hours late. It was 10pm and you give up. “Y/N!” You hear calling from behind you as your about to pull the dorm door open. Shaking your head in disbelief you reswipe your keycard and pull the door open “Y/N! Wait, I can explain!” Jeongin calls panic filling his tone as you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. “I’m sorry I’m late Jisung needed me to—2 Hours…” you cut him off as you turn to glare at him. Your anger almost subsiding at the guilty look plastered on his face. “You’re 2 hours late, Jeongin” you state your tone devoid of any emotion. “I know! I’m sorry Jisung really needed my—your help? Don’t worry Jeongin it’s fine it’s not like I expected anything less…” you brush him off as you try to make your way inside, Jeongin’s hand placing itself on the doorway blocking your entry. You scowl at the usually stoic boy only to be met with apologetic pleading eyes and a pout to match. “I’m really sorry, you know how it can be with the guys. I really didn’t mean to be so late. I wanted to go—I still want to go” He pleads grasping your hands. You shake your head in response no words able to find their way out.

You didn’t know what to say. How much more did you have to sacrifice for his friends? While you loved the other guys, this was supposed to be your first time alone with your boyfriend and somehow his friend became a priority once again. “Fine! We don’t have to go to the party, we can go to my place. The guys went to the party we can hang out” he suggests.

“Jeongin I just want to go to bed…”

“Please, I just want to be with you right now. I’ll come with you a-and hang out with you.”

“Jeongin, I don’t want to be around you right now” you could see his resolve break at your words. A whimper releasing itself from his throat. “I know I don’t have a right to ask you to dedicate your time to me when I couldn’t do the same for you but I’m here now I really just want to fix this please let me…” you could tell by his tone he felt terrible, yet you couldn’t stop thinking “when will I ever come first with you?” You think out loud. His eyes widen, his mouth hanging open as he searches for an answer. He could see where this was going, his breathing became erratic as he searched for a glimpse of mercy in your eyes “Y/N I-I’m s—I don’t think we should see each other anymore” you cut him off, shoving your way past him. The cracks that formed in his heart at your tear-stained face now crumbling. “W-what?!” Tears fill his eyes, as you put distance between you two. “Let’s break up” you state matter of factly. Your words send him into a panic “wait! This isn’t—y-you can’t just—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to break up I can make it up to you” he begs his arms wrapping themselves around your waist pulling you into his frame as he buries his face in your hair “don’t. Don’t go. I don’t want this I want to be with you I want you I’m sorry please I can change I can fix this.”

“I’m sorry Jeongin, I can’t be with someone that continuously puts me on the back burner. I can’t keep questioning if you’re even attracted to me. I love you Jeongin but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore” before you pull yourself away from him and make your way inside ignoring Jeongin’s tear filled calls of your name.

*RING*

“We’ll if I can say anything about Jeongin.” Your friend Sumin chuckles “he sure is persistent” she declines his call on your phone as she fixes her mascara. You roll your eyes at her as you pull your shirt on; grabbing your phone from her hand, lifting your bag from the chair behind her “let’s not say anything about him” pulling open your door you gesture her into the hallway. “We have to go off campus to meet Hyeri you wanna take the bus?” You ask changing the subject as you lock the door behind you. “Where were we meeting her again?” She questioned as you made your way toward the stairs. Smiling my at the friendly hellos you receive as you trudge through lobby. Coming to the front door you freeze as Jeongin’s plea rang through your ears.

‘I’m sorry’

Why’d you react the way you did?

‘I’m really sorry.’

Why couldn’t he just have shown up on time?

‘Please I can change.’

Why couldn’t you believe him?

‘I don’t want this...’

Did you?

It’s been 3 days since your breakup with Jeongin and yet, you couldn’t find yourself ready to face the world yet. Like somehow going outside would be finding closure or putting the last nail in the coffin of your relationship. You couldn’t comprehend your actions that night; you did not understand why you questioned him the way you did. “You, okay?” Sumin’s voice laced through your ears cutting off your thoughts. You nod despondently before shoving your way out the door. “Hyeri wants us to meet her at some cat café that just opened downtown before the movie” you state as the crisp air kissed your cheeks. You hear Sumin’s phone going off with multiple notifications “ahh, good to know I’m not the only one that knows someone so…persistent” you tease bumping your shoulder with hers. She rolls her eyes “shut up” she groans “he won’t leave me alone. Remember that guy I was hooking up with a couple weeks ago?” You nod not wanting to engage in that memory “well a one-night stand turned into multiple until I found out he has a girlfriend last night at the party…Why are guys so annoying?” She questions behind a pout. “I don’t know if I did, I wouldn’t be single right now” you groan. The two of you walked in silence, lost in the thought of a broken heart.

Your feet felt like cinderblocks as you stared at nothing but the road. Where could things have gone differently? You could have definitely taken the initiative at least once, but what good would it have done? Jeongin still would have kept you at arm's length and prioritized his friends. Your pulled out of your thoughts as you collide with a firm frame. Your body tumbling back as you land on the road. A firm scowl sat on your face as you go to reprimand the person only to come face to face with an unamused smirk. He nods to you before making his way past you, “Y/N, you, okay?” Sumin calls as she helps you to your feet. “I’m fine...” you shrug. “I’m sorry would work you know, Hyunjin!” Sumin scolds making the boy halt and turn to glare at her. “I’m not the one that wasn’t paying attention” he challenges “it’s not my problem nor my responsibility to apologize” she glares at him “You—it’s fine I’m sorry Hyunjin-ssi” you cut her off as you bow and pull her away, freezing as Hyunjin sneers “so formal now. Why are you acting like you don’t know me? What? You dump Jeongin so you dump all of us? Is that how it works now…... interesting” you stare at him pulling his phone out as he walks away.

“What’s his problem? Is he always such a dick?” Sumin growls beside you glaring back in the direction Hyunjin had walked off to. “No..”you shrug “he’s actually one of the nicest out of all of them” waving off his attitude. Shaking your head at the encounter you encourage your friend to let it go and forget about his behavior. Anxiety hits you like a ton of bricks as the familiar shops come into view. Why didn’t your run in with Hyunjin give you heed? You were near Jeongin’s place. Dammit Hyeri you mentally curse her, ignoring Sumin’s ranting about Hyunjin and the nerve of someone to be so hot yet so arrogant in her eyes. You chuckle to yourself at her lovesick ranting. “You must have really liked him or something “you tease “can’t stop talking about him…” Sumin’s turns to glare at you “I’ll kill you if you say anything” confirming your suspicions. You laugh at her blushed expressions turning to face her as you take backwards steps. “I can set you up, he’s single from what I’ve heard” you taunt. She rolls her eyes at your pestering. A genuine laughter taking over your body as you stare at her blushed cheeks, your laughter halting when you see her movements stop panic etched onto her features. “What?” You question as you turn around.

“Y/N…” that familiar voice whispers with sadness etched into their voice. You’re met with a very rough looking Jeongin. Your breathing is shaky “well...” Sumin cuts the tension “I’m gonna…not be here” she excuses herself barreling past Jeongin, who’s gaze never left your face. “Sumin!” You plead as she speeds away. You try to shove your way past your ex whose hand holds you in place by your arm. Shock sitting on his perfect features. “What are you doing?” You question staring at where your two bodies met. “What I should have done…” he states matter of factly as he begins to drag you toward his house by your arm. “L-let me go��” your voice is small and hesitant, and he makes no move to release you. “Yang Jeongin! Let me go!” You growl with more firmness in your tone as he pulls you past the gate and up the path to the door. “Um Hello! Let me go!” Your patience wearing thin as you struggled to pull yourself free. “Dude I literally broke up with you! You can’t just grab me whenever you want” you exclaim in frustration. You hear an annoyed ‘tsk’ come from him as he turns to face you “you’re right! You broke up with me which means I don’t have to be nice or listen to you anymore” he snaps as he forces the door open.

You’re greeted by Jisung and Chan on the couch, bright smiles decorating their lips as they wave to you. You jump as Jeongin slams the door behind you and continues dragging you toward his room. “Get. Out.” He snaps at the boys and no glare at him and leave with a roll of their eyes.

Once you were inside Jeongin’s room you quickly put distance between yourself and your ex opting to stand at his desk on the other side of the room as he made himself comfortable on the bed. “You’re gonna be here a while you sure you want to stand?” He teases. Anger bubbles in your stomach, how dare he? Who the hell does he think he is? You think to yourself. Never once in your life did you experience this level of anger “you think you’re cute or something?” You snap “why the fuck am I here? I don’t have time to deal with your smug ass today” the look in Jeongin’s eye changes from a smug satisfaction to something darker as he places himself on the edge of the bed “I don’t know why you think you have the upper hand here” he chuckles as he smirks at you “Im leaving” you scoff at his audacity. “That’s not happening...” he states curtly. You make your way toward the door gripping the handle tightly you go to pull it open as Jeongin’s hand slams it closed from behind you. “You’re not leaving.” He declares, determination in his tone. You turn to face him, your eyes widening as you see him towering over you. This was the first time he’s ever been so close; you can feel your knees growing weaker as he caressed your cheek “Im not letting you get away again” his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in and brushes his lips over your cheek. “It feels like I can’t breathe without you” he states as he places soft kisses against your neck. The new action sending a shock straight to your core. “T-that’s not my problem” you try to sound unaffected. His hand glides down your waist as he leans into you his forehead pressing against your own. “D-don’t.” You stammer, an amused smirk grows on his lips “don’t?” He teases “it doesn’t seem like you don’t want me to” your hands lay on his chest with very little effort into actually trying to get him to back away.

You stare at his lips as they come closer and closer “we aren’t together anymore we can’t…” you murmur “why can’t we?” He questioned lust dripping from his words “I-I... —see baby it’s okay” he cut you off “besides it’s not like I had a chance to do much of this when we were together anyway” his use of the pet name sent you reeling. He kissed your neck once more, this time he nipped and sucked at your sensitive spot making a small moan release from your lips. You hear a groan come from the boy “hmm, you really expect me to let you go when it’s the first time I can have you like this…just all to myself” he teases “I’m not letting you go again baby, not again. Not without you knowing how I feel” he states as he shoves his lips onto yours. It takes a second before you realize….Jeongin is kissing you. For the first time, Jeongin is actually kissing you. Your body responds almost instantly, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip as he lifts your leg over his waist pressing you into the door. His lips trail their way to your neck. “Don’t leave me” he whispers “take me back, I can fix this. I’ll do better I promise baby” you nod at his pleas pulling his lips onto yours once more. He holds you against him pulling you away from the door, laying you on his bed he settles himself above you. His hand snaking its way under your shirt. You pull away in nervousness “wait, I-I’ve never—it’s okay. I can show you” he cuts you off as he lifts his shirt over his head. Your eyes trailing down his body, you gulp at the sight bringing a wetness to your panties you’ve never experienced before. “I’ll be gentle, let me take care of you” he pleads with a pout. You bite your lip in anticipation as you give him the go ahead. A smile forms on his lips as he lays on top of you, “I’ll take such good care of you baby, I promise. You’ll never even think about leaving me again.”

[animalcrossingshowdown]

someone sent in this ask and I spent literal hours putting together this tutorial but then it wouldn't let me post it and when I went back into my inbox the ask was gone?? good thing I copy and pasted it, so here it is in its own post

I'm not sure if this will work with programs other than photoshop, but this is how I do it. I know @shinobi-bacon has a tutorial here on how they do it which is pretty different from the way I do it, so if my tutorial is confusing maybe theirs will click with you better lmao. I stole the greenscreen idea from them anyway

SO FIRST, you want your villager on a green screen background. to do this, go to harv's island and use a custom pattern to make the walls and floors bright green. If the villager you're using has green in their design, you'll have to pick a different colour that isn't in their design, but for most villagers green is fine.

if your villager has every colour on them like pietro or stiches then rip you're gonna have to do some manual editing frame by frame. try to choose a colour that doesn't touch the edges of their silhouette too much in that case because it'll make life easier for you

so once you have them in green purgatory, record them doing their emote or whatever. I just use the built-in screen record function that the switch has. press and hold this button to record the last 30 seconds that your switch displayed:

next send that video to your computer and trim off the start of the video so it starts right before a recognizable part of the animation. for this emote I cut it off right before the blink. if you have a slow computer, you'll probably want to trim the end off too so the video is only a little bit longer than one full animation loop

(you can use the video editing software of your preference, I just use quick time player Edit -> Trim)

okay time for photoshop. go File -> Import -> Video Frames to Layers

for "range to import" select "from beginning to end" (or you could skip the last step about trimming the video and select a range here, but I find it kind of finicky), and make sure "make frame animation" is checked

once imported, if it doesn't pop up on it's own, go Window -> Timeline to get your animation at the bottom

click through those frames at the bottom until you find an easily recognizable frame (I chose the first frame where her eyes are closed) and delete all the frames before it. in the layers panel, the layer from the frame you've selected should be the only one turned on. delete all the layers below it

now go through the frames to find the next identical frame. this is where the animation loops. delete that frame and all the frames after it, as well as all of their corresponding layers (note in the picture, frame 121 is selected, and it's exactly the same as the frame from the start of the animation)

hit the play button on the bottom left to double check that it loops properly

next, make sure both THE FIRST FRAME AND BOTTOM LAYER are selected, and crop and reduce the image to your desired size. you can do this step later if you want, it's just that doing it now will reduce the load on your computer and make it run a bit faster. just as long as the first frame and bottom layer are selected, you can do this at any time

SAVE HERE because if you mess up this next part it's a pain to fix, but it's easy to quit and start over if need be

now it's time for my best friend the actions panel !! say hi actions panel !! (Window -> Actions). what the actions panel does is record your steps so you can quickly automate repetitive tasks.

in the actions panel, click the folder and name it whatever you want

then click the little plus and name that whatever you want and hit record. You'll see the dot turn red to indicate that your actions are now being recorded

now with the BOTTOM LAYER AND FIRST FRAME selected (ignore that I have the wrong layer selected in the pictures, I fixed it after), go to Select -> Colour Range

click on a part of the canvas that would be green

shift+click on the rest of the green background and adjust the fuzziness until just the character's silhouette remains

hit OK, now the background should be selected. go Select -> Inverse so that the character is selected, and click on layer mask.

click the next frame button (you MUST click the button, not the actual frame. you need the recording to recognize "go to next frame" and not "select frame 2"),

then keyboard shortcut option + ] to select the next layer up (again, you MUST use the shortcut so it knows to move up one layer and not just "select layer 2"),

and then stop recording.

now just repeatedly click the play button and it will do all those steps we just did for each frame :)

this part is usually where it gets messed up for me. if it did something weird like duplicate the same frame or layer your animation over a static frame, just quit and reopen that save I told you to make earlier. the action recording you just made will still be there when you reopen photoshop, so just select the first frame and bottom layer and repeatedly hit play again. if it STILL doesn't work, you probably did something wrong

the recording is now saved in photoshop forever until you delete it, so you can reuse the recording for other gifs! but if they use a different colour background, you'll need to make a new recording (you can see I have separate ones for blue and purple screens). also if you were working with one of those colourful villagers and parts got masked out that shouldn't have been, you'll have to go frame by frame and manually fix them. that's why we masked out the background instead of deleting it.

now it's time to make it into a gif! go File -> Export -> Save for Web. make sure Matte is set to "none" so you don't get those weird white flecks. colours and dither you want as high as they can go, but you can lower them if you need to make the file smaller (though I'd recommend resizing the image smaller first). the bottom left shows your file size. currently as of January 2024, tumblr allows gifs of up to 10MB

and there ya go! gif! :)

[reneesrapp]

Anything For You - Chapter 14

(Renee x you)

Your POV

Tonight was Payton's 24th birthday, and this house was prepping for absolute chaos. She had decided she wanted a massive house party for her birthday, inviting around 100 people.

Julia, Brett, Jake, and I have been planning this party for weeks. We brought in catering and a few bartenders, completely decking out the back yard. Also, a DJ had showed up at my house before noon, waking me up to start building his stage. Like this man brought full on wood, drills, and hammers into my home.

Brett and I decided to start our morning with a run, knowing that tomorrow morning we were not going to be up for it. Since Renee has come home, I've been focusing on moving my body in various different ways instead of just lifting and running. In turn, I've definitely lost a few pounds of muscle that I had built up while she was gone.

Renee and I have been sporadically talking on the phone in the past week, our time at her house definitely offering as a reconnection. I decided to leave just before dinner that day, not wanting her to feel like I was waiting for an invite to stay. Especially since she had shared that she wanted to take things slow, I didn't want to add any pressure.

We had been catching up, but a few times the conversations went deeper into how we felt about the last couple months and how we want to move forward. We have both agreed that we can move forward but we need to be conscious about it.

Tonight was the first time I'm going to see her since her house, and I was really excited to hang out with her. While talking on the phone is great, I just missed being around her. Even just holding her hand, standing next to her, her hand on my back. Anything.

Payton had decided to have everyone wear all black, as her dress was a bright red outfit that she wanted "to look sexier than it actually is".

After my run with Brett, we all had a late lunch together for Payton, where Julia and Brett made us a nice Italian meal. Now that Jake is so busy, it's not common for us to all sit down for a meal anymore, so especially for birthdays we try to make it a priority.

I had decided to take a short nap that turned into 3 hours, and when I awoke I only had 45 minutes to get dressed and ready. The shower and get ready routine that I typically use to decompress was extremely rushed and stressful, adding to my anxiety of seeing the blonde.

Standing here in my boxers, I'm realizing that I owned a little bit of black, but mostly neutral colors. As I'm looking through all of my pants options, I finally find a pair of black cargoes that I haven't worn in over a year. I toss them on the bed, hoping I could find a shirt to be its counterpart.

As I am heading back to my dresser, there's a light knock on my door before Renee opens it. "Come in," I mumble, heading from my closet over to my bureau. When we make eye contact she smiles, placing her black Louis Vuitton duffle bag on the hardwood with a small thud. "Hey," I smile, walking over to meet the blonde.

I quickly take the time to scan her all black outfit and love what I'm seeing. She has her hair down, bangs perfectly framing her beautiful face, a pair of black cargoes with a sheer black long sleeved crop top with words I could not decipher. Underneath she had a skimpy black bra, one I recognized and knew I liked. The simple black boots gave her an inch or two, but not enough for her to be my height.

She outstretches her arms, a big smile on her face and she squeezes her hands open and shut for me to hug her. I can't help but laugh as I bend down slightly, wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground lightly. The older girl giggles in my ear, kissing the side of my head as she tightens her arms around my neck.

"I missed you," I mumble in the crook of her neck, placing her on the ground but not pulling away from the vanilla coconut shampoo scent. The blonde has her nails scratching the back of my head lightly as the other finds its way down to rest on my abs.

"I missed you." We pull away slightly, the deep blue eyes in the dimly lit room immediately catching my eyes. "Why are you naked?" She teases, pushing on the back of my head lightly as she tilts her own, signaling she wants a kiss. I quickly lean forward, capturing her bottom lip between mine. The older girl pushes her body into mine as I place my hands on her hips, pulling her in. Our lips move together, the familiarity sinking in for both of us.

"I can't find a singular black shirt I'm willing to wear," I mumble against the blonde's lips, Renee giggling before pecking my lips. "Don't laugh, I just don't own black. But you look great," I smirk, the blonde walking over to my bureau.

"Well you look great too, but you can't go naked to the party." The singer starts digging through my tee shirts, finally pulling one from the bottom of the drawer, a black tee that I haven't seen since early college. It was an oversized, worn tee with a small R in the corner in yellow. I found it thrifting with Jake and Brett, and loved it, due to the comfort. It was now a huge coincidence that the only black shirt I owned had my girl's initial on it. "I love this one."

I can see the huge smile on her face as she walks over to the bed and places it down on top of my pants. She turns to look at me, a face eating grin as she gestures for me to continue getting dressed. I roll my eyes, laughing lightly as I grab a bra before coming over to the bed.

The blonde is on her phone as I throw the rest of my clothes on, not satisfied with the outfit but knowing it will have to do. I grab some tall white Nike socks, quickly sliding them on before scanning my shoe rack. I let out a heavy breath realizing I once again have no black. "You think I'm fine with white and black new balances?" I ask, showing the older girl my 550s. She nods, standing up as I step into the sneakers. "You're sleeping in here right?" I ask, a smile on my face as I walk over and grab her bag from the door.

I place it at the foot of the bed, Renee looking at me with a raised eye brow and a smirk. "Do you want me to?" She asks quietly, standing up and wrapping her arms around my neck. I see her biting her lip softly as she stares at my mouth. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I want you wherever I am," I smile, leaving a soft kiss on the blonde's lips. "But, I know we're taking it slow, so I really just want you in here for the cuddles." Renee has a small smile on her features as she scratches the back of my head lightly with her nails.

"I missed you," she practically whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my jaw line. "We should go. People were already filing in when I showed up." It was clear that neither of us wanted to pull away, and Renee was clearly reluctant as she did so.

I follow the blonde out of my room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind me gently. As we come down into the empty hallway, I can hear the chaos in the backyard. Fortunately, most of our neighbors were on the guest list, so hopefully we don't run into any noise complaints.

She walks down the hall ahead of me, and I can't help but scan her body and outfit. Everyone knows how gorgeous she is. But the warmth in my stomach and the calm of my mind has nothing to do with her beauty. Her excitement to see me, her physical touch, her kindness and vulnerability that radiates all makes me want to melt in her arms.

I was feeling less on guard around her than I was last week, and I think part of that is related to our conversations over the past few days. While they weren't anything too intense, our chemistry had not gone anywhere. Reconnecting was my favorite activity with the blonde, and I am enjoying any and all time I can get with her.

As we step onto the main level of my home, I see the kitchen has a few stragglers, but all of the doors and windows are open to the back. The clack of Renee's boots on the tiled kitchen gives me a warm feeling as she grabs a tequila soda in a can from the fridge. "What would you like?" She asks, scanning the fridge filled with drinks.

"I'm okay, thank you though," I say quietly, hoping she doesn't ask about why I'm not drinking. She closes the stainless steel fridge door with a pressed smile on her face and gives me a small nod. "You ready?" I ask, reaching out my hand.

The older girl interlaces our fingers before I lead her through the open sliding glass door into the back yard. There were what felt like way too many people, the DJ playing throwback hits up on his booth. I hold the blonde's hand tighter as I start pressing through the crowd, finally making my way towards the "VIP Section" that Jake insisted on in the back corner. It was the farthest away from the DJ booth and speakers, which I was grateful for.

The backyard was pounding with the bass, concerning me the concrete was going to crack. There were probably 70-80 people crowded around the dance space, a few feet around the edges for people to walk around. Other guests were scattered along the edges by the food and drinks, very few people not a part of the chaos in the middle.

Brett, Julia, her boyfriend Will, and Jake were all in this spot where there was a deep red rug and a few black loveseats they rented with a black wrought iron coffee table in the center. I step over the red velvet rope from Amazon, and then click it open to let Renee in.

She rolls her eyes and laughs before going to say hi and hug everyone. We settle into the empty love seat, fake velvet holding me in tightly between the arm of the couch and the shorter girl. I instinctively place my arm around the back of the couch, Renee turning into my right side.

"Hey love birds," Brett teases, taking a small sip from her wine glass. "We thought you were going to miss the whole thing." Renee laughs lightly, running a hand through her hair before looking at me with a small smirk.

"No, she behaved herself," the older girl laughs, taking a swig from her drink. I can't help but laugh, settling into this comfort of having the blonde by my side again.

The next hour was filled with chatting, laughing, and drinking, my roommates and Renee getting ready to party. I had this fuzzy feeling down in my stomach, enjoying this rare joyful time. For the past few months I haven't felt this kind of unapologetic happiness. Being able to almost piss myself laughing, tease my roommates, and joke along side everyone was something I had missed.

While they were definitely getting saucy, Renee was getting handsy. After multiple drinks, she had tried multiple times to slide her hand from my knee up my thigh, which I redirected. She had been kissing my collar bone and cheek between jokes, and was as close to me as she could physically get.

While I appreciated all of the touching and physical reassurance, I know she was drunk, and sober Renee wanted to take things slow. I gave her a few kisses on the head but I could tell she was looking for more, but I was going to wait for sober Renee to tell me.

After a while we had decided to move to the dance floor, a priority being to find the birthday girl and Jake, making sure they're safe and not too far gone for only 11:30 pm. I had offered to run back into the house and grab refills for the crew before meeting them towards the front of the festivities.

With 2 beers and 2 canned cocktails chilling my hands, I push my way through countless sweaty bodies. The music pounding through my ears and feet, hoping my night was going to be over soon.

Finally finding a small opening, I shove through a final few tall guys, seeing Jake and some strangers kneeling over someone. I walk over and see Renee on the ground with a rip in her pants on her knee, bleeding a bit, and scrapes on her elbows and palm as well.

"What happened?" I quickly bend down next to her, shoving a few others out of the way. I hand the freezing cans to Jake, looking over her scrapes. She looks up at me, her eyes watery but the tears not spilling. I knew she was physically fine, but from what she's told me, she doesn't do well with injury.

"Some guy shoved me down," she mumbles, looking at her palm and her knee. I could tell it wasn't serious, but I wanted to get her out of here with a bandaid so she felt better. Plus, knowing drunk Renee, the emotions were gonna be high.

I look around, most people having moved back to their dancing now that Jake and I were with Renee. "Get on my back," I say quietly in her ear, kissing the side of her head. She smiles, wincing slightly as she pushes herself up to standing.

I squat, the blonde girl hopping on my back easily. To be honest, I couldn't get out of there quick enough. Being sober in a space like this is difficult, the bodies, music, and screaming all overstimulating in its own right.

The scent and weight of the older girl on my back acted like a hug, regulating me as I move back through the crowd in my back yard. Renee wasn't saying anything, which is rare for her. I wasn't really concerned with her physical wellness, but mentally, a quiet Renee is a sad Renee.

I enter the kitchen, releasing a deep breath as some relaxation takes over my body. "Thank you," the blonde mumbles as I walk us up the stairs. "You're like a superhero," she laughs, hopping off of me as we get to the top of the stairs.

The dim light of the hallway with the muffled music from outside bounced off of Renee's cheeks perfectly, butterflies in my stomach appearing as she smiles at me.

"Stop being cheesy. Let's go get you cleaned up," I tease, intertwining our fingers. I tug open my door, the cool brass knob shocking me slightly as I twist. I push the heavy door inward, stepping against it to allow Renee in first. "In the bathroom, sit on the counter."

As she heads into the bathroom, I tug open the top drawer of my wooden bureau, taking out a pair of my black boxers and a black Celtics basketball tee from high school that was now beat up and perfect for sleeping.

I kick off my shoes, placing them on the shoe rack and pad into the bathroom, seeing the blonde sitting on the counter, playing with the rip in her pants where her scrape is. Her right knee is barely scraped, a tiny bit of dried blood shown by a small rip in the fabric. Her left knee however had a decent sized scrape, probably the size of a softball, a good bit of blood dripping down her leg that had not quite clotted yet.

"Alright baby, let's get you all set up," I smile, Renee looking up at me with a blank look. I place the clothes next to her on the counter, kissing the blonde on the forehead quickly. "What happened?" I ask softly, as I what between her legs and tug open the cabinet.

"I don't even know. I know I'm really drunk, and I was dancing with Jake. Then I think maybe I tripped or bumped into a random guy, and then he like body checked me and absolutely sent me to the ground," she says, playing with my hair as I'm organizing the first aid kit.

I decide to pull out the whole thing, including gauze, tape, scissors, anti bacterial ointment, and a few other necessities. "I'm sorry that happened, where did he go?" I pull out a few things, not wanting to over crowd the counter space. Renee shrugs, her face still as blank as before. "Let's get you out of your clothes, clean your wounds, rinse you off and I'll gauze you up after," I say, taking a step back so the blonde can hop down.

"Talk nursey to me," she smiles, landing before me with a small jump. The singer lifts her arms above her head, smirking at me, basically non-verbally insisting I take her shirt off. I can't help but let out a small laugh as I tug it up her body, being very careful around her elbows where there is a bit more dried blood and small scrapes.

I am trying to ignore the hooded look in the blonde's eyes as I toss the shirt into the corner, and help her out of her torn pants. I tug the fabric down off of her legs so they are pooling at her ankles, trying to avoid staring too long at the black thong covering her center. "Step out," I squeak, clearing my throat almost immediately.

The older girl's heels land with a pad on the floor, as I toss the torn pants off into the corner. "Frog in your throat, Y/Ln?" Renee teases as I stand up. I can feel the blush on my cheeks as I don't respond. "You're really cute," she laughs, pecking my lips softly. "And sexy." The tone of her voice changed, the low sultry articulation sending goose bumps up my spine.

"Let's actually rise you off first, then I'll add anti-biotic spray," I giggle, turning away from the singer and quickly swinging the door of the shower open. I set the water to hotter than I enjoy, knowing the singer likes to burn her skin off while bathing. "Get in, put on my clothes when you're done and meet me out there," I smile, going to grab the bandaids and supplies from the counter.

The singer puts an arm out in front of me to stop me, a cocky smirk on her face. "Or, you join me in the shower," she mumbles, getting on her tippy toes. She starts to place soft, lingering kisses along my jawline, her hands finding their way under my t-shirt to the small of my back. The long black nails scratch lightly as she gets closer to my chin. Before Renee can attach our lips, it pains me, but I pull back a bit.

"Baby, I'm gonna respect the previous decision you made. Take a shower, rinse the wounds, wash them with this soap, gently. Then I will clean your knees and we can cuddle," I explain, handing her a brand new bar of plain dove soap.

Renee drops down on her flat feet, pouting as she grabs the bar from my hands. "Fine, but when I get out, I get a few kisses before bed," she says, reaching behind her back to unclip her bra.

I laugh, walking out to the bedroom, pulling the bathroom door shut behind me. I slide out of my clothes, throwing on a sleep tee, keeping my boxers on.

I get the bandaids out, putting Neosporin on them, and setting them gently on my desk. I throw away the wrappers and grab my water bottle off my desk. I take the spare cup I keep on my desk, and put some of the ice from my insulated bottle in it. I grab a plastic bottle from under my desk, filling the cup of ice with water.

I set it on Renee's bed side table, also making sure the phone charger is plugged in. "I'm ready for my surgery," the blonde states, padding into the bedroom with my oversized clothes on.

I smile, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Scoot back so your knees are bent at exactly 90 degrees," I explain, bringing the bandaids over to the blonde. She does as instructed, smiling at me. I kneel down in front of her, resting one bandaid on the bed next to her, aligning the first one I'm going to put on. "Tomorrow morning we will take these off and let your cuts dry out. Your elbows and palms aren't bad enough to need anything, they're barely surface level scrapes."

"Aye aye captain." The older girl is now watching me closely, her hands finding their way to the back of my shoulders. She's scratching her nails lightly up and down as I place both bandages. "Now that you've saved my life from that murderer, do I get those kisses I was promised?"

"Tuck yourself in. I'm gonna be back in 5 minutes for kisses and cuddles. Let me clean this up and wash my hands. Drink that water," I say, pointing to her bedside table.

"I'll be waiting," the blonde smirks, turning onto all fours and climbing up towards the headboard.

A/n: Thank you again for the notes and support! More to come

[reijamira]

The Heart Killers Episode 9: Four Lovebirds Stranded on Love Island (my reaction)

It was the same as always: I was weak again and did look at some spoilers. The things I’ve seen this time were: 

There is a fun time at the beach with all four of them. lol How do they get there? 

The beautiful FadelStyle kiss in the water. (Not really a spoiler because I KNEW it would happen.) 

It’s funny that I thought Style would get hurt protecting Fadel. (My brain even suggested the wild idea that Style and Fadel have to go through the woods to reach the place where Kant and Bison are hiding. And Style gets bitten by a snake while pushing Fadel out of the way. lol I love it when my brain provides these weird plot bunnies! 😂) But, apparently, it’s completely different. Style gets hurt in the clothing store when Fadel is protecting HIM. That’s the scene from the trailer I was longing for!

Bison and Fadel patch up Style’s wound. Looks like it’s only a flesh wound, but they make quite a BIG deal out of it. lol I actually saw vids on Xitter that made it look like Style was in the middle of giving birth, what with the hand holding, the piece of cloth in his mouth and all. 😂

Fadel fussing over Style’s wound. I love it! 

Style begging for Kant‘s life, even going to his knees, demanding  to get shot with Kant. My, Style really is a loyal friend! 

Bison‘s daddy comment to Kant! 😂😂😂

A scene with Fadel and Kant where Fadel has a towel around his hips and Kant kind of checks him out for a fleeting second. 

Style finds a photo of Fadel's ex. 

Quite a few spoilers this week. But I think there is still enough that I don’t know yet. 

Let’s find out what it is. 

Uh, 1:04 hours. Wasn’t it 1:14 hours last week? 😭 10 minutes fewer. 

Lol, Bison is a puppy, but Kant has the puppy dog eyes! Why isn’t anyone commenting on it? Perfect opportunity missed! 

I love Kant and Bison talking about their pasts. I love backstories. I wish Bison had told Kant about how he met Fadel. 

Uh, the daddy line! OMG! Kant’s face is hilarious! 😂

No, please, don’t let that line about being locked up together in jail be foreshadowing. I don’t want any of them to go to jail. I’ve heard Thai jails are horrible, inhumane places that are hard to survive. 

Oh my, “You’re my home, Kant.” is so beautiful! 🫠🤩 

Ahh, FadelStyle my dear boys! Love Style’s retro sunglasses! And look who is sleeping like a baby in the back of the car, trusting Style not to drive to the nearest police station! 🤣 

Style discovered a photo of Fadel’s ex! What now? Lol, that little bit of tongue at the side of Style’s mouth is too cute! 

“Can’t you at least lie to make me feel better?” Such a Style thing to say! 👌😂

Hahahaha! Style is unbelievable! Joking about looking presentable as a corpse, wearing clothes in his own style. 

“Gorgeous man with clear skin found dead in a crop top” surely would make a headline! 😂🤣🤣 I can’t! Muhahahaha at Fadel’s reaction! Pure comedy gold! 

Ah ha, we will get the protective Fadel scene where Style gets injured now. I’m so excited! I love hurt/comfort! 

Yeah, yeah, Fadel, do you really believe you would kill Style? Let’s see how you are going to react in a minute when he gets shot. 😂 

I love Style! The ideas he comes up with! Haunting mountains or beaches. 😆 He is so precious! 

Oh, the hitman is coming. Who is it? Keen? 

Yes, tell him, Style! He can’t kill you and he does love you! Damn right! 

And here we go: Fadel in protective mode! Awwwww 🫠😍😍

Haha, bickering while someone is out there trying to kill them! I love these two so much! 

Sooo, Fadel is out of bullets! Does this mean we get Style covering Fadel now? The protective Style scene I was hoping for? 

(There was a spider tattoo on the wrist! It’s Keen, right?)

Oh lord, not exactly what I wanted, but close enough! Go, get your man, Fadel! 

Oh, I love it! Style is all “Don’t mind me. It’s just a graze. IT'S NOTHING!” And Fadel is fussing and worried and emotional. LOVE IT! 😍 

Okay, I’m so relishing these scenes! Look at our “I give you a little joy before I kill you” Fadel! Taking off his shirt to make a makeshift dress for Style’s wound. Uhh! You are so gone for this man, Fadel! 

Kant and Bison are so cute together! Oh, this means Fadel and Style have arrived, right? Now, it’s getting interesting. 

LOL, Kant’s weapon of choice is a branch. Again. 😂

Style is really that weak just from that little bullet graze? How much blood did he even lose? 😂 

Love Fadel barking at everyone like a mad guard dog! No one touches his Style! 

I’m not a doctor, but that wound doesn’t look life threatening to me! 😂 Love them all taking care of Style, though. 😂 

Not Fadel taking Style’s hand in his. 😂 I get why there are vids on Xitter that seem like Style is just having a baby. 😂😂😂 

It’s just a flesh wound, guys! Not even bleeding that much. Style won’t die. 

I’m having a blast here! lol They give Style something to bite on! Kant’s dismayed look! I’m rolling on the floor, laughing so hard! They are so dramatic!

Oh, now it gets a bit gory! Hahaha 

Yeah, Kant, look closely how much Fadel cares for Style. It’s two hands now that hold Style’s very tightly. And Fadel looks so worried! Isn’t it beautiful? 😂

Ah, the confrontation with Bison! Tell him, Bison! Fadel needs to hear that EVERYBODY sees how in love he is with Style! 

Bison looks so small next to Fadel in that scene. 

I wish we had more scenes between Kant and Style. I want to know more about their friendship. Haha, yeah, Fadel still gives Style a hard time. I'm glad Kant can shed some light on how worried Fadel was when Style got patched up. 

Lolololol I’m screaming! Kant of all people imitating Fadel! In that shaky, smitten voice! With the lovelorn puppy dog eyes! Please, I’m laughing my ass off here! 😂😂😂😂😭😭😭

Oh lord!! LOL, is this a KantStyle ghost ship moment?!?! 😆😍🫠😁 

This is the scene from the promo pics! So, Bison was pointing his gun at Fadel! 

Finally, it comes out that Style’s betrayal was only minimal! Ah, Kant, you really are a good guy! But look at Stye! Can’t let his friend die! Such a precious, loyal guy! 

Oh my gosh! Such a heartfelt moment here! Kant and Style really share a unique and strong bond. I love the devotion and commitment! Such a wonderful scene! 

Why did Bison have to wash so many bedsheets? 😅😁 

Well, how will Kant and Bison help Fadel and Style get back together? 

Man, the flashbacks with Mother and how she manipulated these poor, traumatized boys into doing her dirty work are making me angry. 

Keen, come on, get the hall out of there! This “mother” has no love in her. 

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Hire the one they did two years ago? Does that mean the one who killed Fadel’s ex?? He really is dead then, yes? 😭

Are Kant and Bison responsible for Fadel and Style's meeting at the beach at night? 😂

I love how our four main characters have such great chemistry with each other! I’m enjoying these rare BisonStyle scenes. 

Muhahahaha, Bison knows about Fadel’s big softie side! 😆😍 

Uh, here it is: the FadelKant scene everyone was talking about on Xitter! Even P’Jojo tweeted about it! Well, Fadel clad in nothing but a low hanging towel IS a sight to behold! 

Hahahahaha, he dropped the bomb!!! Kant just told Fadel about the car!!! How does Fadel take it? Does it make him more angry? 

I’m glad Kant mentioned Style forgot about the car! He really has. We never saw him drive it. 😂 

Kant is so bad at lying! The way he looks to the ground, moving his eyes from one side to the other. 😂 

Style, what the hell? He just gave a list with the names of his entire family (extended!) to a hitman! He is so impossible! Love him so much! 

The car is brought up again! Yes, come clean, Style.

“Bye-bye.” So cute. lol Gotta love Style!! 

Well, Fadel folded fast! 😂

Yes, lovey-dovey Fadel would be great after all that angst! 

The kiss in the ocean. I love this scene! One of the most beautiful scenes in the show! That kiss is really something! Love how they look at each other. The eye contact. Hands on the throat, on the neck, in the hair, on the back. Fadel going for Style’s neck! Mmh, beautiful, emotional, passionate, sweet, intimate. 

Lol, the matchmakers enjoying the fruits of their work! 😂

I really wonder how this will all go down. Will they kill Ruerat, or will they go for Mother? (If Fadel finds out his ex has been killed by her, he certainly will!) Or will Captain Christ make a deal with them so that they don’t have to go to jail. I really don’t want them to go to jail. 

I love Fadel fussing over Style’s wound! 

Oh my, Style asks about Fadel’s ex. 💀🥺 Wow, Fadel is actually sharing the story. 

Uh, so Fadel’s ex was another hitman or someone who at least knew about Mother. Okay, actually, no, the guy was completely clueless. 

I really think Mother killed him. 

Wonderful song during the dance scene. 

Awwwww, Style! Your words are so sweet! You are so charming! Wrap that grumpy hitman around your fingers and show him the way of love! ❤️ So adorable how Fadel just cuddled with Style there. 

Gosh, Kant trying to overcome his trauma for Bison is incredible. They are so in love it hurts! 😍🫠. 

Uhhhh, Fadel’s see-through mesh shirt! Hello-ho! 

The frisbee 🥏 fun beach time is so delightful! Wasn’t Kant afraid of the ocean a second ago? 😂 

Wait! “Brother-in-law”? Another marriage hint? 

Please! I want FadelStyle and KantBison to marry at the end of the show! And they should come back and live a life in peace on the island! 

Uhh, what were FadelStyle doing on that boat? 😂😂😂 

Well, this episode rocked! Again! I wish it were longer! Two hours! Three? I want more scenes with the four of them or any combination thereof! I can’t get enough!

So next week’s EP 10: 

What? A separation for safety reasons? Nooo! 

What gets Fadel so angry? 

Who is Bison fighting with? 

Okay, separation for safety reasons isn’t working (duh😁😂), now they are helping with the mission! Yay! 

Are FadelStyle spying on Keen? 

And Style in that suit looks delicious! 🤤 (A bit like Kamin from Dare You to Death!)

Nooooo, nooooo, nooooo, only three episodes left! I don't want it to end! 😭😭😭😭

[ggukkiedae]

pairing: lead singer!taehyun x guitarist!reader (but it's not mentioned)

warning/s: club setting, drinking

wc: 801

notes from cia: something from my drafts! ngl this was very loosely based on something similar i've experienced

The amount of people in the bar was making you feel a lot more uncomfortable than you’d hoped. It certainly didn’t help that multiple different people who you didn’t really know were offering you drinks or pulling you to dance. You loved Yunjin with all your heart, but the parties she threw tended to have way too many things happening at once.

The only reason you even agreed to go was to get your mind off of Taehyun. While you two were in a band together for a year, you and Taehyun never really became the closest of pairs, but that didn’t stop you from developing the slightest crush on him.

He was friendly, and some of your friends would even say he did some things with you that he wouldn’t normally do. Those were the statements that made you wonder if, maybe now that you left the band, absence did indeed make the heart fonder.

Whenever you’d visit rehearsal, he’d walk up to you, talk to you, and really try to keep your conversation running for as long as he could. It almost gave you hope, but you didn’t want to waste your time overthinking over something that could be nothing anyway.

That’s how you found yourself in one of Yunjin’s parties the night before Taehyun’s birthday.

As stealthily as you could, you slipped away from the main crowd of people, stretching your hand out to grab your cup from your table so you could find a quieter place to enjoy your drink, before accidentally backing into someone.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Where are you going?” The familiar voice made you turn and look up quicker. The very person you were trying not to think about was standing right there, and you couldn’t keep the stupidly pleased smile on your face from growing.

Taehyun was looking down at you, an amused smile of his own gracing his cheeks. Choosing to roll your eyes rather than give him a response, you checked your phone. 12:14AM.

“Oh my god,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, “happy birthday! You should get another drink to celebrate!”

He laughed and hugged you back, “Is that how it is? I’m pretty sure the bar is closed, so that isn’t something I can do at the moment.”

“Well, boooo. That’s no fun at all.”

You leaned out of the hug, faintly focusing on how, despite one of his hands safely tucking itself away into his pocket, Taehyun lightly skimmed the other down you back before resting it just above the waistband of your skirt.

Your breath hitched slightly when his hand made itself comfortable there. Maybe choosing to wear a crop top wasn’t your best choice for the night. Or it was the best? A million thoughts ran through your head. Did he know what he was doing? Could he feel you hyperfocusing on his hand on your skin? Did he know what this type of hand placement did?

“You know,” you grabbed your drink from the table next to you, trying your best to play it cool despite the fact that he really just kept his hand on your waist, “We still haven’t done that cover you promised me. It’s been, what, over a week?”

“If you include the period we didn’t actually decide on the song yet, I’d say it’s closer to one month.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Hey, you’re the one that’s been super busy this past week!”

“Yeah, okay, my bad, my bad,” Taehyun shook his head looking down and chuckled a little before looking back at you. “This week, let’s do it.”

You frowned a little, “I don’t even know if I’m gonna be in the area this week.”

“No problem. Let’s just say we’ll do it the next time we see each other.”

“Fine,” you blew your hair out of you face in a huff before drinking a little, only keeping yourself from finishing the whole glass when his hand tightened its grip on you waist the slightest bit, “but we have to do two covers now since we waited this long.”

“I’m down! Hell, we can even do three to be honest.”

“All I want is two,” you held up your pinkie to him, “pinky promise you won’t forget?”

An amused smile made its way to his lips while he removed his hand from his pocket and intertwined their pinkies, breaking into a small laugh when you sealed the pinky promise by stamping their thumbs together. The childish promise in the grownup environment surrounding you two was something you both found ironic.

“Good,” you smiled, “excuse me, I have to make sure Sunoo isn’t about to pass out on the table.”

With that, you slipped away from him, the spot where his hand rested already turning cold.

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Background Rhythm

Read it on AO3 here!

“Come on, you won’t feel any better if you just sit and wallow alone in your loft.”

Lena pulls Kara through the bar by her hand, her grip tight so she doesn’t lose her through the crowd that seems to be getting thicker by the second.

“I won’t have to sit and wallow alone in my loft if you stay and hang out with me. I’d much prefer to be there than here. This isn’t my scene, Lena.”

“I know, but what better time to push yourself and enjoy everything life has to offer than when you’re feeling a bit shitty?”

Kara sighs and lets Lena pull her through the tightly packed space. She’s not a big fan of it, and people are standing too close for comfort. She keeps her grip on Lena’s hand tight, afraid that a single moment of distraction will cause them to be separated and then her buoy in this ocean of people will be lost.

Lena pulls her to the bar and wraps her arm around her waist to keep her close, the bare skin of her forearm pressing against the small of Kara’s back, the skin there deliciously exposed by the crop top Lena insisted she wear mainly for her selfish enjoyment but under the guise of making her look hot as hell to get back at her loser of an ex.

Kara watches Lena closely as she orders for the pair of them, her eyes lingering on the sharp curve of her jaw and the confidence held in the stiffness of her neck. She trails her gaze down that neck, and then she settles on her collarbones before flicking her gaze away abruptly when she realizes how much she wants to lick them. Totally not appropriate.

She shouldn’t be thinking about Lena like this, not when she’s being a good friend and getting her out of her loft and away from the pity party she’s been throwing herself since finding out her loser of an ex was cheating on her.

Mike was by no means a great boyfriend, but he was sweet, and he was someone Kara could always laugh with. There might not have been the greatest level of support, but she was always able to look past that because while he wasn’t there for her, he was more than she had without him, and somehow, that was enough.

It made it sting all the more when she found out what he was doing behind her back. He wasn’t even making up for being shitty behind her back when they were together. He was cheating on her with multiple women for the entirety of their relationship and still had the balls to complain when she made him pick his socks up off the floor or take his feet off the coffee table. It would have been nice to find out a different way though, because finding her boyfriend and a random woman getting steamy in her shower in the middle of the day was not fun, and she’ll never look at her bathroom the same way.

Mike admitted to what he did after a little pushing but it was probably just to hurt her after she kicked him out of her place and made it clear they were no longer together. She can’t even understand how he managed to get with so many girls though; he’s nothing special in the sack.

Lena touches her arm and it makes her jump. “Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” Kara plasters a smile on her face, one that is faker than the one the bartender is currently giving a drunken patron down on the other side of the bar.

“About Mike?”

“Yeah, just thinking about how much of a douche he is,” Kara admits. “Mostly just wondering how he managed to find so many other women to sleep with when he was so mediocre. They must have all been one-night stands because there’s no way anyone was coming back for more.”

Lena snickers from her side. “Now that’s the attitude you should be having. You’ve gotten past the part where you’re just sad and missing him. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, but it’s making me realize how pathetic I was to date him in the first place.” Kara shrugs, taking a large gulp of the drink Lena ordered for her. She winces when it reaches her throat. Whatever Lena got for her is strong.

A frown covers Lena’s face and she takes a second to look around the bar, her focus drawn to an empty booth across the room. She grabs Kara’s hand again and rushes them over to it before it gets snagged up. It’s still covered in empty glasses from the last group that was here, but she just pushes them into a little pile on one side of the table and tucks herself and Kara into the opposite side of the booth.

“Now that we’re not surrounded by a bunch of sweaty people, I can tell you that you’re the least pathetic person I know. I might not know what was going through your head when you decided to date the human embodiment of that one fork you always avoid in your cutlery drawer because it has weird vibes, but I do know you, and I know that you’re not pathetic.”

Kara shakes her head. “I think I was just using him.”

Lena’s eyebrows furrow. “I don’t think you could use someone if you tried, no offence. You’re too nice.”

“Not on purpose, I don’t think. Looking back at it though, I’m sort of realizing that I wasn’t with him for the right reasons.”

Lena covers Kara’s hand with her own and shuffles close to her side so their thighs touch and she can pull their joined hands into her lap. “How so?”

“I was only with him because it was better than being alone.” Kara’s voice is small but the words are so sure. “I don’t want to be alone, Lena.”

Kara hadn’t intended on being so direct, but there’s just something about the sudden onslaught of emotions, Lena’s caring face and her soft voice that draws it out of her like it’s the easiest thing on the planet.

Lena wraps her arms around her, pulling her close so Kara’s head rests against her shoulder. “You’re not alone, Kara. I’ll never leave you alone, I promise. “

Kara clings to Lena, her fingers digging into her back like she’s afraid Lena will pull back and make a break for it at any minute despite her being blocked in the booth.

The fingers in her back hurt, but Lena’s not letting go for anything. Not until Kara is secure enough to do so and believes every word she says. “I got you. I’m not going anywhere, I swear it. I’m right here and you’re not alone.”

“Lena,” Kara whispers, adjusting her grip but staying just as close. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Am I a bad person for using him like that?” She whispers her question.

Lena just barely shrugs, but being so close to her, Kara feels the tiny movement. “I don’t think so. I think that people do silly things when they’re scared, and I think he’s enough of an ass that he deserved it anyway.”

Kara nods against her. “I’m sorry I’m ruining the night. We haven’t even got through one drink yet and I’m already a mess.”

“That’s ok. I brought you here to help you move on. It seems as though my idea of a boozy night isn’t what you need. It’s an emotional chat kind of day.” Lena cards her fingers through Kara’s hair, fully aware of the way Kara always relaxes when she does that.

“Can we get out of here?” Kara asks, her eyes begging until she spots their still full glasses. “After our drinks though.”

Lena sighs. “Yeah, sure.” She’s disappointed that her plan hasn’t worked and made Kara feel better, but she can see that Kara is getting uncomfortable being here when she’s so emotional and by the way she keeps turning her head towards the crowd, she must be self-conscious.

“Are you upset?”

“No, darling. I’m not upset. We can leave whenever you want.” Lena is quick to reassure her, so she doesn’t have time to filter out the pet name before it leaves her mouth.

Kara doesn’t mind it at all though, her cheeks flushing. Nobody has ever given her a pet name outside of her family before. Even past boyfriends only ever called her by her name. Her head ducks forward, her eyes closing as she follows through with the movement. She lifts it again after a moment, keenly aware of Lena’s gaze on the side of her face, probably focusing on her blushing cheeks.

“Ok.” Kara breathes, her fingers circling her glass before bringing it to her face for a healthy sip.

“Ok,” Lena repeats, following Kara’s lead and taking a sip of her drink. She scoots back to give her a little more space to breathe but stays close nonetheless, her knee resting against Kara’s.

There are several moments in which Lena thinks about starting up a conversation, but each time she opens her mouth, she sees the distant look in Kara’s eyes and the way she’s lost in thought. It’s better just to let her work out her feelings before pushing her to talk again.

Their glasses get steadily emptier and emptier as the minutes tick by, and once they are both empty, Lena pushes them across the table to join the other empty glasses over there. The movement breaks Kara out of her distant staring and she looks up to meet Lena’s eyes. “Sorry. I’m not exactly making this a fun night for you, am I?”

“That’s not what tonight was about. Tonight is about you; we can do whatever you want.” Lena bumps her shoulder into Kara’s gently. “If you want to sit and stare, we can sit and stare.”

“And if I want to dance instead?”

Lena rolls her eyes good-naturedly but is worried that Kara’s just saying that because she feels bad that all they’ve done for the past few minutes is sit in silence. “I suppose I can make that happen but I must warn you, I don’t know how to dance properly in a club.”

“Me neither. I don’t think I know how to dance outside of a club either, so we’re as bad as one another.” A smile sneaks its way onto Kara’s face, and Lena’s worry ebbs away with it.

Lena shakes her head, offended that Kara has no faith in her dancing skills. “Hey, I can dance outside of a club, just not in one.”

“Really?” Kara sounds genuinely surprised and Lena shoves her arm in response.

“Yes! Why is that so shocking?”

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the type. What kind of dancing do you do?”

“I can dance ballroom,” Lena says casually, although her cheeks flush. She’s just grateful the dim light hides it somewhat.

“Really?” Kara’s eyes light up. “Where did you learn to do that?”

Lena tilts her head, cracking her neck and making Kara wince before she answers. “I’m a Luthor. I didn’t get a choice. Lillian made sure I had the training she deemed necessary. Being a trained ballroom dancer was never a choice I would have made for myself.”

“So if you had professional training, does that mean that you’re good at it?” Kara’s grin is growing larger by the second, and her eyes are getting predatory in a way that shows her true intentions.

“When have I ever not been good at something, Kara? Of course I’m good at it.”

“Can you show me?”

There it is. Lena could see that coming. “Perhaps we should head out then, huh? I don’t think even my skills can work with club music. I’ll call my driver and get him to come and get us, and then we’ll go to my place.”

“Yes!” Kara hisses in celebration, her fist pumping in the air. “I’m so excited.”

“Whatever. You better get ready though because you’re about to have a ballroom lesson when we get back to my place. You might want to go and grab some water before we go so you’re not dancing on wobbly feet.”

“Ok.” Kara dives out of the booth with no more prompting necessary. “I’ll get you one too.”

Lena watches her go, her eyes pinned on her retreating form. She’s not a big fan of ball dancing. She wasn’t lying when she admitted to being good at it, but it’s never been a passion of hers. However, she needed a way to wipe the sad look off Kara’s face, and she succeeded. It’s insane what she’s willing to do with that woman.

She truly doesn’t understand how anyone could be as stupid as Mike. How could he cheat on Kara when he had the world’s most beautiful and wonderful woman to himself? Lena can only imagine what that would feel like.

Kara is leaning up against the bar, and it takes a moment for Lena to come to her senses and get in touch with her driver, Frank, so he can come and get them.

She tucks her phone away as Kara comes back with two glasses. “He’s not far away, only ten minutes.”

“We better hurry then. We’ll go and wait outside for him in a minute. Drink your water.” Kara instructs her, already chugging hers out of excitement to get out of here so she can see Lena dance. She hasn’t been as excited about anything in a while.

Lena sips her water, not particularly bothered about leaving it half-finished by the time Kara has finished hers and instead ushering Kara out of the booth once more and towards the door.

Together, they fight their way through the crowds, and Lena questions why she ever thought a club was a good idea since neither of them goes to clubs regularly and are much more inclined to stay in for a quiet night. She supposes she thought a change would get Kara out of her funk. It might have worked to an extent, but it’s not something she would do again.

They clamber into the back of the car in a mix of unruly limbs and Kara settles beside Lena without a care of how much she’s leaning into her, not that Lena minds. They spend the entire journey so entwined they might as well be playing Twister.

Kara almost pulls Lena’s arm out of its socket as she drags her up to her penthouse, the blonde impatient to see her dance.

“Slow down, slow down.” Lena chuckles as Kara taps her foot while she unlocks the door.

“Lena,” Kara whines when she makes a show of opening the door extra slowly.

Lena giggles to herself. “Come on. We’ll have to move some of the furniture out of the way.”

Kara nods quickly, following her inside before heading right to the middle of the room. “What do you want me to move?”

Kara’s impatience makes Lena shake her head again. “You do know that ballroom dancing is about grace and poise, right? Maybe a little bit of patience will get you in the right state of mind for learning. We have all night, Kara, just relax.”

The words hit Kara deeply, and she drops her head forward for a second while she takes a deep breath, making a conscious effort to let go of all the tension in her shoulders.

She looks back up at Lena afterwards with a much more relaxed expression, and Lena smiles at her. “Much better. Let’s move the couch and coffee table first.”

They each grab an end of each piece of furniture and shuffle it as far back as they can so there’s a large empty space in the middle of the living room. Lena crinkles her nose at the rug. “That thing is heavier than it looks, but if we want the true ballroom experience then we need the hardwood floors.”

“I got it.” Kara offers. “I’ll roll it, and then we can drag it away together.”

“Ok. I’ll set up the music while you do that.” Lena grabs her phone and connects it to her speakers. She has to find a decent playlist, so it takes her a few moments to set it up. The music rings out gently, all slow and delicate to start with.

Kara is waiting for her with the rolled rug, so she grabs the opposite end and they heave it out of the way and prop it against the nearest wall.

“Ready?”

Kara nods. “Show me what you’ve got.” She gestures to the empty space in the living room and takes a step back.

“Ah, ah. We’re in this together. You’re dancing with me, just follow my lead.” Lena pulls Kara into the middle of the room and guides her hands to where she wants them, one hand clasped in hers and the other on her shoulder while Lena places hers on Kara’s hip. “Follow my feet.”

Lena starts them off as slow as she can, not paying any mind to the rhythm of the music while she’s just showing her the basics, but as Kara gets the hang of it, she speeds them up to match it until they are turning and stepping in time with the melody.

A couple of songs in and Kara finally garners enough courage to look up rather than at her feet because she’s afraid she’ll step on Lena’s toes.

Their eyes meet and Kara’s mouth is split into a toothy grin that toothpaste commercial actresses would be jealous of.

Lena’s not focused on her smile though. Not when she’s got a close-up view of the blue eyes that haunt her dreams and nightmares alike, the ones she sees every time she closes her eyes and the ones that inspire the majority of decisions she makes.

Unbeknownst to her, Kara is having the exact same thoughts, her mind buffering because she can’t handle the emerald-green eyes staring back at her. She clears her throat when her brain decides to start functioning again. “You’re really good at this.” She whispers.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Lena continues guiding her, flicking her into a spin and then dipping her low, their faces so close they can feel the ghost of each other’s breaths against their lips.

Kara is pulled back up, and whether it’s the closeness, the heat of their bodies, Lena’s hand on her bare waist or a mixture of all of the above, she can’t stop herself. In a movement that is much more confident than any she’s made whilst dancing, Kara leans in and moves her hand off Lena’s shoulder to cradle the back of Lena’s head as she pushes her lips into Lena’s.

A gasp is released between their lips, but neither knows who it originated from. However, neither is about to start investigating, the kiss taking precedence over everything. Their lips move together and it’s getting rougher and more desperate by the second. Kara’s hand fists Lena’s hair, messing it up from her usual neat style, and Lena’s fingertips press into the small of Kara’s back, pinning her in place.

Their hands are still clasped together but are no longer held aloft, instead just swinging by their sides softly in time with the motion of their lips.

Oxygen becomes a problem though, and far too soon, Lena has to pull back for a breath, her forehead remaining pressed against Kara’s because she can’t bear to move away. Kara probably wouldn’t let her move away anyway though, because her hand is still in her hair and scratching softly. “What are we doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while but never had the balls to admit,” Kara whispers. “Not even to myself.” She adds.

“Me too.” Lena smiles, pushing back in for another frantic kiss, her tongue making itself known as it slides between Kara’s lips.

Kara jumps. “You have a tongue piercing?” She leans her head back to look into Lena’s eyes.

Lena presses harder against Kara’s back, unhappy with the sudden distance. “Yeah, want to feel it?”

“Definitely.” Kara allows herself to be pulled back in, and Lena allows her to experience that piercing close-up. She gets lost in the sensations of it and the music that is still marching on in the background, and now that she’s tuned into the endless rhythm, she’s aware of the way Lena is dancing her tongue to the beat of the music, completely dominating her mouth and claiming it as her own with the poise and grace of a ballroom dancer.

Kara would have thought the next step would be obvious; they would head somewhere soft, and they would become considerably more naked, but instead Lena just lifts their dangling arms once more and begins pulling her around the room again in a slow, gentle wave, their dancing continuing with their lips pressed together.

There’s no escape from Lena. She’s all-encompassing and the only steady thing in the room despite being the thing moving the most. Kara doesn’t want to escape; she wants to be closer.

They somehow gravitate even closer, so close there’s no room for even the strongest of breezes between their bodies. Lena’s lips retreat for a moment, but only so kisses can trail across Kara’s cheek and then down her neck where those lips attack her vulnerable flesh.

Kara happily leans her head back to give Lena all the space she wants, and she’s made even happier when Lena presses a leg between her own, bringing them impossibly closer. The hand on her back slides down to grip her butt and push her hips into the thigh nestled between hers, and the sound that comes out of her mouth in response is nothing but guttural.

The moan breaks Lena out of her Kara-induced spell and she releases her neck to ask, “What about Mike? Is this a rebound thing?”

Kara peers at her through half-mast eyelids. “Who?”

“Good.” Lena smiles, forcibly rolling Kara’s hips into her thigh. “Very good.”

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heres overseer sakura and julian striking the vault boy pose for rad school story. the cropping looks a bit weird on the second drawing but its okay. its fine ❤️ more stuff under the cut as usual!

sakura got to be the overseer after she was chosen by the vault’s mainframe computer. she was the first one to be chosen, so she considers herself the “main” one of the bunch. such thing does not exist, but the fact she thought it did says something about her and means the experiment is working just fine. before being an overseer, though, she was the vault’s loyalty inspector. i went back and forth between this and making her a shift supervisor but i think making her the person who literally inspects if you are being “loyal” and sticking to the rules of the game vault is very sakura-like. also, adds an element to the au/vault atmosphere. no one really likes the censor.

i gave her two traits that might seem counter intuitive (and maybe they cancel out each other in the game? i didn’t check) but for the au i decided to use the traits in a more figurative sense. well at least for the vault dwellers. sakura has a lot of discipline and she has a set of principles she follows very closely, which is both a strength and a weakness. and both the great escape quest (the one this au is based on) and twelve angry classmates (best quest in game) demonstrate this very well. she has a tendency to… take things too far! even when new information that contradicts her is presented to her. whole premise of the au. so both traits work together.

tagged skills for both of these guys were hard because like i said on the other post, i didn’t want to give the vault dwellers any combat skills. i did end up giving sakura unarmed because she does some crazy physical stuff in the original quest and because she is an active person (her parents make her do all of that stuff on her backyard). this means she would have a higher endurance than the other vaulties, which would give her an advantage in a scenario where radiation finds its way into the vault. huh. speech makes sense for her role (in the vault and in the au) and repair = tinkering = cogs = steampunk. really. sorry.

julian was the second overseer to be chosen and as far as sakura is concerned, that makes him the second in command. he used to be the vault’s little league coach because of course he would. i tried making his vault suit resemble a football uniform. also his pip-boy is covered in stickers from the kids he used to coach. i think he would get really into his overseer job and he’d go along with sakura for the most part. i think his reasoning is different, though. while sakura gets stuck on procedure and then on her (stubborn) ways, i think julian truly believes this is the only option they have. he’s… trying. i don’t think he understands the whole radiation thing 100%. either sakura is keeping information from him, or he just didn’t make the connection yet (everyone is going to die because ezra is basically a ticking time bomb).

i chose loose cannon to reflect his anger issues and good natured because julian gets along with mostly everyone. this is why 6 CHA seems wrong for him but i’m trying to stick to a maximum of 40 S.P.E.C.I.A.L. points for each character (which is the limit in new vegas). i also liked making everyone extremely unlucky because lol this is NOT a fortunate situation.

julian has survival as a tagged skill because 1. he’s shown to have survival skills in multiple quests in high school story (he likes camping a lot) and 2. every game of football i’ve ever watched looks like a warzone to me. i chose unarmed for the same reason. barter… i think he’s the match to sakura’s speech in the same way wes is the complimentary barter to the mc’s diplomacy. i think it makes for an interesting overseer dynamic. also, julian used to be a bully and he’s past his days of messing with people but i think it’s a… skill. pushing people’s buttons, i mean. so. he also has a higher endurance than the other vault inhabitants.

that’s it for now. next ones will be autumn and (finally) ezra. and then vault 105 will be complete!

[fellow-human-writer]

Character Introduction: Saroth

(Picrew by @elena-illustration! Thanks a lot :D)

I promised character introductions, so let's do this thing! If you haven't seen my previous posts, don't fret, I'll give you all the information you need, but here's an explanation of my world's magic system and here you have a snippet of writing :]

For the sake of simplifying things, I'll repeat here the basic concept for the setting: The main trait this fantasy world has is that its two continents (gigantic floating islands/landmasses) are situated in such a way that the one on top (the "highlands") block most of the light/sky for the residents of the one below (the "lowlands").

First, a quick explanation of the relevant background:

The highlands are fertile, full of life and wealth. They have large cities and a vast population, and the territory is divided and ruled by noble houses. A feudal system, you know the drift. The lowlands are poor. Crops struggle to grow, and as such the population is much smaller than that of the highlands. They live more isolated lives, with most of the population living in rural villages. A more ancient way of life. The highlanders consider them backwards and dull-witted, but they aren't too interested in the shadowy lowlands, so the only interest they take in them is making sure they do not climb up. The highlands are theirs. As such, travel between the islands is highly restricted, but this only goes one way. As the story goes, the past few winters have been unbearably harsh. Crops have a harder time growing than ever in the lowlands. This has led to a certain group of lowlanders banding together and deciding that enough is enough, and the highlanders ought to share their resources or else they will take them for themselves. This, of course, does not go too well. The nobles of the highlands are used to bickering and warring amongst themselves, and they were more than able to crush the "invading" force with ease. They have retaliated by sending their armies down as a united front and invading the lowlands as revenge for the crime of daring to mess with them.

And that is where Saroth comes in. He is a lowlander. He was born in a village where he spent most of his life, quietly isolated. He was orphaned at a young age, and had to take care of his even younger brother, Net. An old villager took pity on them and helped Saroth throughout the years. Saroth refers to him as his master. He taught him how to hunt, and how to fight.

Even though there was no reason to learn how to use a sword in a quiet village like theirs, the old man was obsessed with a great war to come. He said he had visions. Most in the village thought he was crazy. One way or another, Saroth learned how to fight, and how to fend for himself. The only thing in his mind was protecting his brother and his home.

That all fell apart when the armies from the Highlands arrived. They burned his village to the ground. They killed his master. They killed Net. They killed everyone. Leading the attack was a mysterious man with a scar on his forearm and a glowing red eye. Someone who could use magic.

Saroth was spared, for some reason. He was taken prisoner, and dragged to a camp halfway across the island. His story starts there, with him as a captive who has just lost everything. As to what happens next... You'll have to wait a little bit to find out.

I hope all of you are enjoying these posts as much as I am enjoying making them! Leiden's introduction is coming very soon. I'm also planning on sharing other aspects of my worldbuilding, and gradually posting more snippets as I (hopefully) get back into the rhythm of writing. If you're interested in learning more about my story: Thank you! I hope you'll keep an eye out for future updates. I will gladly answer any ask I receive :]

Have a wonderful day, my friends! As always, I'm rooting for each and every one of you in your own creative endeavors <3

[blueberry-lemon]

Five years in, finding a routine

Although mostly on accident, I’ve been working as a game developer and freelancer for the past five years.

That means that I work from home, and have to “be my own boss” on a day-to-day basis. I kept myself chained to my desk long before the pandemic came along, which meant I didn’t get the whiplash that a lot of people got from having not choice but to start working from home

That said…in all this time, I still haven’t found a very good routine for actually making it all work for me in a healthy way. Yikes.

I’ve always struggled to find the right rhythm for work-life balance. How to focus (maybe there’s some anxiety or attention deficiency secretly at play), how to avoid wanting to take breaks, how to find time for hobbies without feeling guilty, how to structure my “schedule.”

It probably doesn’t help that because our team is all around the world, we get up to all sorts of inconvenient time zone tomfoolery. Big bursts of work that has to be done immediately upon waking up or right before bed.

Now, in 2024, I am trying to finally put a structure together. I recently moved to a new apartment in a new town, which felt like a good time for a fresh start. Here’s what I’m up to so far.

I’m trying to wall off “weekends” as time for leisure as best I can. Even within that, it’s even better if I can wall off a little segment of time for a “hobby,” like drawing purely for my own fun instead of drawing for work. Obviously, sometimes work emergencies crop up and you just have to do them on the weekend.

I’ve dabbled with a Virtual Assistant for about 10 months to keep me organized (which went okay) but I’ve scrapped the whole thing and swapped over to an eight buck paper calendar pinned up next to my desk. Less fancy, but less pricey. My parents were great at keeping a huge calendar updated on the fridge when I was growing up. I was a fool to try to live without a physical calendar after high school. It’s made planning for the future “feasible” instead of “overwhelmingly impossible.” Google Calendar was never cutting it for me.

I use a really simple to-do app called Tasks (from Tasks.org). I had thought that maybe I could keep all my to-dos organized this way, but honestly it’s better for things that I need urgent phone notification reminders for. Like “do this right this second.” The rest I’m trying my best to track on the paper calendar.

I’ve started music lessons, going to the gym, and therapy weekly at the start of 2024. Not only do I love this trifecta, but it has also helped structure my weekdays for better and for worse. Can’t get work done while I’m doing those things, but it’s hopefully improving my life in a general sense.

And lastly…I’m writing this right now from a co-working space. I’ve always considered finding a place where I could take a laptop and get work done outside of my apartment, to try to separate “home” and “work” just a little bit more. A place to ignore distractions. Or, honestly, a place where I can’t do household chores or go grocery shopping as an excuse to not do work while feeling productive.

I considered libraries and cafes, and am still open to those as options, but this co-working space is actually really great so far. The vibes are immaculate. It’s peaceful and quiet without feeling lonely. There’s free snacks.

Hopefully this is the beginning of something like a healthy, productive routine. Definitely trying to prioritize finding something sustainable so that I can at least make it another five years in game development without going crazy.

The secret to getting out of my head and out of my bad habits could be getting out of the house.