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muzansfangs · 2 years ago

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You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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princessbrunette · 10 months ago

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⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … TASTE ♡

track one of the short n’sweet series. pairing: bunny!reader x puppy!reader — based loosely off the song taste by sabrina carpenter. disclaimer: this story is based in a separate universe to the usual pogue!puppy / bunny!reader universe! enjoy ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

sometimes, relationships just don’t work out.

it wasn’t totally surprising — and looking back on it, to pup — it seemed as though it were doomed from the start. they were from totally different worlds, rafe being a kook and pup being a pogue and at first, truly she found it kind of romantic. the whole montagues versus capulet type of vibe that made her only wanna pin herself harder to rafe cameron’s side.

what made her love him was ultimately their downfall. he was downright mean most days, from the way he’d tug her about to the way he’d shake her head anytime she did anything he deemed too pogue-ish. rafe cameron is one of those few men that are so gorgeous that they could get away with murder, quite literally — so it wasn’t to anyone’s surprise that she put up with him for so long. that cruelty that she allowed was a reflection of how she truly felt about herself on the inside. undeserving of respect. each time he’d fuck her into the mattress with her face planted into a pillow, creaming uncontrollably around his base — she’d be revelling in the physical affection no matter how rough and violating it came across— even more so when he’d hold her at the end of it. always short lived, always fleeting, always made her feel better.

she’d escaped that relationship to learn how to love herself. with experience now under her belt gained from the kook himself, she was free to navigate the world and search for someone that just might touch her with a gentle hand. gone were the days she craved a strike to the cheek or blunt fingernails gripping into her ass. softness was what she needed, and by god she’d find it.

she didn’t actually think she’d care to think about him much more down the line a few months later— he was merely a thing of the past and honestly puppy was doing a lot better because of it. but unsurprisingly, old feelings were surely drug up when the kook boy who she forgot to unfollow all but jumpscared her on her instagram feed. not his usual self worshipping post of him on a yacht, no— it was her old rafe, with a girl on his arm. clinging to him just like pup did.

the girl was tagged, and puppy didn’t hesitate to press. it was just curiosity, she told herself as she scrolled down the sea of pink feed this mystery girl had created— a couple of pictures with rafe already posted. she was jaw dropping, a kook no doubt from the looks of her bedroom in the background of her mirror selfies. a prom queen, as titled in one of her posts with a tiara from a good few years ago at the bottom of her feed and an ex beauty pageant baby judging by the throwback thursday pinned in her highlights. there was this gentle yet pampered and spoiled energy around her like the world fell at her feet. a fluffed up, well fed bunny rabbit in a hutch of gold.

pup started to see bunny around more and more since finding her instagram. the pogue girl would find herself ever so slightly ducking out of vision upon spotting the two of them loading up onto rafes boat as she sailed past. her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight and pup wondered if rafe was the one to massage the sunscreen oil into her skin, taking extra time to massage it into the plush skin of her ass, even smirking when she squealed and told him to watch his hands in public. as they stand at the pier, rafe has a gentle hand on her lower back, fingers tucked ever so slightly into the waistband of her bikini. he looks… soft, and non threatening. touching her like she was made of glass, touching her gentler than he ever touched puppy.

puppy’s heart all but stopped in her chest when she served bunny at the checkout of the store she worked in. she supposed rafe couldn’t have been far, sending bunny in alone as to not have an awkward run in with her knowing she worked there. a part of pup wanted bun to be rude. she was a kook after all — and aren’t exes supposed to hate the new girl? of course, she was nothing of the type. sweet and patient, with good eye contact and a perfect smile. it should have made pup’s blood run cold. should have.

instead, pup buried herself in the weird guilt that sat on her chest when she’d find herself typing bunny’s instagram handle into the search bar and sliding a hand down her shorts a few nights later, in need of quick relief. she told herself it was purely physical, a strange bodily reaction to jealousy and comparison — and the fact that bun had her tits hanging out her top in every picture, and pup could distinctly remember the way her ass cheeks jiggled as they hung beneath her short hemline when she exit the store she works at. nothing more than a quick, weird orgasm.

bunny had heard whisperings of the girl rafe was with before she arrived in kildare. a pogue, not that it mattered but she was simply surprised. by the way rafe spoke so ill of those from the other side of the island, bun couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship looked like, why it ended, how. she tried to be subtle in asking around of course, purely out of curiosity — but words to quell a non existent insecurity were thrown vaguely her way instead, quick to put down the other woman. “you’re so much better with rafe. it just makes sense, you know? that girl before you… sheesh, i don’t know. pretty girl, but a real scruffball. i don’t know what rafe was thinking.”

the same thing carried through when she even tried to ask rafe, who simply scoffed and shrugged her off with a “why? who— who cares about that bitch.” before continuing on with his heavy petting, moving in to kiss her jaw. bunny turned her head away in thought.

bun’s heart rate picked up a bunch when they started to kiss. she must’ve been a sick perv for feeling curious, because each time rafes tongue passed over hers she could only imagine how many times the same wet muscle would glide through the pretty pogues folds to land up near her clit. she wondered if he ever treat her that well. she wondered if you deserved it.

when puppy heard that rafe had been speaking ill of her at the country club once more, she didn’t think — just immediately marched to tanny hill to confront him. perhaps it was unwise of her to think rafe cameron could be mature enough to handle a breakup without talking down on her — but regardless, she had done too much healing and growing to let things slide.

with blood pumping in her ears and anger thrumming in her gut she marched right into the open doors of tanny hill, figuring he’d be home. but after calling his name a good few times, demanding his presence in the foyer — she decided to go looking for him herself, mary-jane converse plodding up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom. a chill settles over her skin at not only the eerie silence, but the fact it had been a long time since she’d taken this oddly familiar journey.

swinging open the doors, pup is met with a gut wrenching sight. it wasn’t him stood before her, but bunny— and she’s clad in a stupid little pink silk robe.

“oh i’m not — i was coming to find rafe because— he’s — he is being an asshole.”

bunny looks nothing close to surprised. infact, she moves slow— blinking her dolly eyelashes as she takes it all in. pup was the last person she’d expected to see, and yet it was not unwelcomed. she wondered why she wasn’t shocked regarding an acquaintance barging angrily into the house. why she’d felt her presence from a block away.

“i know.” she breathes, and it’s all she says.

twenty seven minutes later, and pup finds herself on her back in rafe cameron’s bed once more— months after she told herself it was the last time. though it wasn’t rafe that had her throwing her head back and digging her pastel-painted nails into the sheets, it was the glittering cloud of woman between her thighs, lapping up each drop of juice that seeps from the peak.

bunny is hungry— she’d never eaten a girl out before but god does she know what she likes, twirling her tongue like a tiny ballet dancer in circles around pups poor swollen clit. the pogue is beside herself, feet pressed flat to the bed so she could raise her hips and hump against the girls mouth. she’s sure she’d had a dream like this once that she tried to erase from her mind.

knocked back by the force of puppy’s humps, bun pulls back to look at the girl all bleary eyed and fucked out, lips glossy despite her makeup being wiped off a while ago from their frantic, confused and desperate kisses.

“s’it your first time? rafe never…” she whispers, like saying his name made it more likely they’d get caught.

pup shakes her head, broken out of her trance with a wobbling bottom lip. “n—no. never. he said— said i wasn’t — he just wouldn’t—”

“oh gosh.” bunny sighs in disappointment. “literally can’t imagine why not.” her manicured fingers spread pups puffy folds, and she whimpers in arousal as she watches the pogues pretty clit twitching in desperation to be sucked on again. “i jus’ dont know what it is…” her hot breath kisses pups clit anyways. “but ever since i knew who you were… jus’ wanted to know what it was like…” she smears her lips around the area pup needed her the most, if there was any lipgloss left over it would have transferred to her skin. “to taste you.”

pup had to say, the feeling was mutual.

#bunny x puppy #short n sweet series 🧁#rafe cameron prompt

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i-care-4u · 1 year ago

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QUIT | J. FÉLIX

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X FEM!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

you loved joão the way he loved his past lover. from the first time dating joão, you couldn’t help but to feel lucky that you’re in a relationship with the rising star. however, it wasn’t the same case with joão. in simple terms, you were just his rebound.

during the course of your relationship, joão would think about his past relationship with his ex. everything reminded him of her where even doing the simplest tasks like going to the grocery store was a sign that he just misses her presence.

your friends noticed the body language between you and joão. while you were being too attached to him by resting your head on his shoulder, he wouldn’t lay an eye on you. rather, he would think about his ex, and a memory involving a moment like this.

you remembered the conversation you had the next day with your friend.

your friend, clara, argued, “y/n baby, that man didn’t even laid an eye on you.”

you were feeding into your delusions, believing that joão loves you, “maybe he’s just tired, okay?”

“tired? he was very much outgoing when i saw him with his friends while you were asleep on the couch,” clara sighed, “y/n, i don’t care about his status, but you can do better.”

“i can’t.”

you were well aware of the people’s opinion of you. when the internet found out that you and joão were dating, people began comparing you to his ex, where you were considered the “better” girlfriend. of course, you didn’t liked being compared to his ex, who had a history of cheating. joão had been cheated on a couple of times, therefore making you feel bad for him.

“what do you mean you can’t?”

you repeated, “i can’t let him go like that.”

clara looks at you, “y/n, isn’t it obvious? joão hasn’t moved on.”

that sentence was engraved in your head for the next month and forward.

there was a thing that people say: your first love is unforgettable.

as predicted, you and joão broke up the following month. around this time was when his ex came back to the city.

you had a hard time ignoring the interactions between joão and his ex. you were upset that he came back to her after what she did, but you were so defensive of joão, who will experience heartbreak once more.

everyday, you come on instagram to check up on joão to see what he’s up to. in recent events, he was seen hanging out with his now girlfriend at a nearby restaurant. that girlfriend being the same one that cheated on him months prior.

“he’s with her again?” your friend, isabel, looked at the picture of joão and the girl. you knew who she was talking about instantly.

“yeah…” your voice softened, sensing insecurity.

isabel puts her phone on the coffee table.

you sighed, “i just don’t get why he came back to her after everything she did. i just want to see him happy.”

“i know you want to see him thrive again, and it’s not your fault that he went back to his old ways. there’s going to be someone else that’ll truly love you.”

isabel was right, and you knew that. however, you were constantly reminded about the things you and joão did during the course of your relationship.

as days turned into months, you couldn’t help but to continue to view how joão was doing online. he seems perfectly fine, according to his posts on instagram. the more you scrolled down, the more you realized that you could’ve been there. spanish grand prix? that was your idea. miami, florida? that was originally a trip you planned with him.

you couldn’t help but to tear up. as you set your phone down, you thought about everything that is going on in your life. you keep agreeing with your friends telling you to move on, but the process was hard for you.

you flew to barcelona with clara and isabel, where you three were going to stay for a week.

the third day, you three attended the fc barcelona game. you were a fan since childhood, and you were overjoyed at the fact that you’re finally seeing your team live.

“i can’t wait to see pedri play,” isabel looked at the field where all the players are standing.

some big names showed up on the lineup. lewandowski, pedri, de jong, gavi, but one of them stood out to you. as you paid close attention to the player’s face, you felt disbelief. the number 14 jersey belonged to someone that you used to know. that face looked familiar, as it belonged to joão félix. joão, the one who dreamed about playing for fc barcelona. and it was the same joão who had left you for his cheating ex.

“oh…” you didn’t know what to say. rather than saying something about joão to your friends, you instead kept it to yourself.

however, joão is an important part of your love life. of course, your friends brought it up.

“félix is playing for barça now?” clara asked you and isabel.

you avoided clara’s question and remained focused on the field. meanwhile, isabel nods, “yeah.”

they both turn to face you. as you see their eyes staring at you, you chose to ignore them.

isabel pats your shoulder, “hey, i know joão is in the same place right now and if you want, we can leave the stadium and go explore other parts of the city, no?”

focusing on the game, you didn’t want to exit the game. it didn’t even hit half time yet. “no, i’m good where i’m at. i don’t want to waste any of our money because of him.”

after the game, everyone including the three of you, started exiting the stadium. as you were on your way out of the seats, a pair of eyes looked at you. you ignored what was going on in the background and ignored that joão was playing for your childhood team for now.

on the field, joão was ready to end the night. he was giving hand shakes to the opposing team, and entered the locker room before leaving the stadium for today.

in the locker room, joão couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve possibly been you in that audience.

“you’ve been quiet today joão. what’s up?” ferran sat down next to him.

“i saw her. she was with her friends just now.”

“joão, you need to leave her, she’s no good for you. are you aware on how many times she has cheated on you?”

“it’s not about her. it’s another girl.” joão sighed.

“please don’t tell me. y/n?”

joão nodded silently, his thoughts racing. maybe ferran was right: he needed to move on from his past, the cycle of grief and longing. however, facing reality proved more difficult than he had anticipated. ferran placed a hand on joão's shoulder, conveying concern. "joão, you should let go. you can't keep clutching onto something that isn't meant to be. i’ve seen the body language between you two, and turns out, it’s not meant to be.”

listening to ferran's words, joão rather ignored him. instead, he decides to navigate the crowds of barcelona. glancing around, he noticed a familiar woman standing in the crowd, her presence both comfortable and alarming. it was you.

time appeared to stand still as their gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering feelings. joão experienced contradictory emotions, including longing, remorse, and hope for the future. joão approached you with confidence and a fast heartbeat. "y/n," he said softly, his voice full of apprehension. you were surprised and concerned. "joão," you replied softly.

you and joão were struck by the shared history and feelings while standing in the city center. It was as if time had folded in on itself, forcing you guys to confront memories from their past. joão interpreted your eyes as a reflection of his own sadness and longing. he wanted to reach out and bridge the gap between you and him, but he wasn't sure if he had the right to beg for forgiveness.

you were also suffering with your own inner turmoil, torn between the sorrow of the past and the light of hope in your heart. you hoped joão had changed and was ready to go forward, but feared disappointment. joão broke the silence with a mumbled plea. "y/n, i understand i made mistakes, but i want to make things right. i want to show you that i've changed and that i'm no longer the same person i was before."

as joão's comments hung in the air, you felt a knot in your gut, hanging down like a heavy load from your shared history. you wanted to believe him, trusting his good intentions, but you knew some wounds were too deep to repair. your voice was trembling with emotion. "joão, i've seen you repeatedly go back to her, not once, but three times, and i won't accept it. i cannot be seen with someone who has not been healed from their past relationship."

your statements broke joão and revealed the brutal reality of their situation. he wanted to protest and beg you to give him another chance, but he knew it would only exacerbate his impending sorrow. joão bowed deeply, burdened by his wordless regret. he realized he had lost you not only now, but possibly forever.

“as much as i love you, all i can tell you is good luck finding someone.”

as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the deserted streets, joão was left alone with his thoughts, grappling with the bitter taste of regret and haunting echoes of what may have happened.

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fangirlfuel · 5 months ago

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Timeless

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You hadn’t planned on being at the Monaco Grand Prix, let alone in the paddock among the glittering elite. When your best friend begged you to join her, swearing it would be an unforgettable experience, you caved.

“C’mon, how often do you get to be this close to Formula 1?” she’d argued.

Your response had been a half hearted shrug. “I don’t even follow it. What am I supposed to do there?”

Apparently, the answer was meet Lewis Hamilton.

You hadn’t recognized him immediately. It wasn’t his fame that struck you first it was his presence. There was something magnetic about the way he carried himself, a calmness that felt out of place in the chaos of the paddock. And when his eyes met yours for the first time, it was as if the noise around you dimmed, leaving only the two of you.

It started with small talk about the chaos of race day. You joked about feeling out of place, and he smiled, saying he understood that feeling better than you’d think. His laugh, deep and unguarded, lingered in your mind long after the conversation ended. So when he asked for your number, you gave it to him without hesitation.

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What followed was nothing short of magical, though not without complications.

Your conversations were endless, spanning across time zones and countries as Lewis balanced his relentless schedule with a growing connection to you. He introduced you to the world of Formula 1 with patience, laughing at your many questions but always answering them thoughtfully. You, in turn, introduced him to your quieter world one free of flashing cameras and constant scrutiny.

But as months passed, doubts crept in. Not about him you’d never felt more seen, more loved but about whether you could truly fit into his life.

The first crack appeared one night when you were scrolling through social media.

“‘Lewis Hamilton spotted with mystery young woman,’” you read aloud, the headline making your chest tighten. The comments below it stung even worse.

“She’s probably just another fling.”

“Honestly, he should date someone on his level.”

“Who even is she?”

You didn’t notice Lewis enter the room until he gently took your phone from your hands.

“Why do you read that stuff?” he asked softly, sitting beside you on the couch.

You avoided his gaze, feeling foolish. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to see what people thought of us.”

“And?” His voice was calm, but his eyes searched yours.

“They think I’m not enough for you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lewis let out a heavy sigh, his fingers brushing over yours. “Listen to me. The only opinion that matters is mine. And I know exactly who you are smart, kind, beautiful, and more than enough.”

His words made your heart ache, but the doubts didn’t vanish overnight.

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The turning point came at the next Monaco Grand Prix.

Lewis had insisted you come, this time as his guest. You’d hesitated, knowing how much attention it would draw, but his quiet reassurance won you over.

“Come with me,” he’d said. “I want you there. With me.”

Walking through the paddock hand in hand, you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. The whispers were there, faint but undeniable.

“Who is she?”

“Isn’t she a bit young for him?”

You squeezed Lewis’s hand, trying to steady your nerves. He looked down at you, his expression softening when he saw the tension in your shoulders.

“Hey,” he murmured, stopping to face you. “You okay?”

You nodded, though it wasn’t entirely true. “I just… feel out of place here.”

Lewis stepped closer, his free hand cupping your cheek. “You belong here. With me. Don’t let them make you doubt that, okay?”

The sincerity in his voice melted your insecurities, if only for the moment.

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That evening, as you sat together on the balcony of his Monaco apartment, the city lights casting a golden glow around you, you finally voiced the question that had been haunting you.

“Do you ever wonder if this is… too much? The age gap, the pressure, everything?”

Lewis was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Then he turned to you, his expression both tender and resolute.

“I won’t lie to you,” he began. “This isn’t easy. But the best things in life never are. And you? You’re worth it. Every challenge, every doubt. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

Tears stung your eyes as you leaned into him, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

“I’m scared sometimes,” you admitted.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “But we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this.”

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When race day arrived, you found yourself back in the paddock, this time with a newfound confidence.

Lewis had qualified on pole, and when he crossed the finish line in first place, your heart swelled with pride. You watched as he climbed out of the car, his grin wide and unapologetically joyous as he sprayed champagne over the crowd.

When he finally found you in the chaos, his arms pulled you into a tight embrace, heedless of the cameras.

“I told you,” he murmured against your ear, his voice full of emotion. “You’re where you’re meant to be.”

And as you looked up at him, the doubts that once clouded your mind faded away, replaced by the certainty of his love.

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A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this longer, fluffier oneshot with just a sprinkle of angst for emotional depth. Lewis has such a warm, grounding presence, so writing this dynamic felt really special. Let me know your thoughts or if you’d like to see more stories like this! <3

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redcreekheart · 15 days ago

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Carmen Berzatto nsfw alphabet

Afab!reader

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

He might have trouble with words, but perhaps actions can make you understand that he actually cares and gives a fuck about this, about you and the relationship you have.

So he's sweet and caring during aftercare, cleaning you up all sweetly and gentle, even giving you some food if you're hungry.

He likes to have you in his arms afterwards, just enjoying the intimacy of it all and how pretty you look.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Carmen loves all of your body, he makes it his mission to worship every bit of you during sex to show you how much he cares. However, if he really had to pick a body part then it would be your hands and your breasts.

As corny as it sounds, Carmen loves your hand because of your touch, the way you caress him and hold him so gently when he feels like he's losing it truly helps him calm down and feel like he's able to breathe again.

The comfort and warmth that your touch provides is really precious to him, because he's not used to it.

And your breasts? Well, he loves to grab them, play with them, put them in his mouth and suck on them as he fucks you.

Besides that, he loves lying down on top of you and use them as his very own personal pillow, because they're warm, comfy, and your heartbeat is really soothing.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

What if I tell you he's a little dirty? He will blush like crazy if you say anything about it, but he loves watching you covered in his cum in places like your chest, back, ass, pussy, maybe not your face since he doesn't want to be disrespectful, but if you let him Carmy would be over the moon.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Carmy is pretty reserved and overall shy when it comes to sex and sexual attraction in general, no that he's a prude, but he's shy and inexperienced about it. It's a part of him that has been repressed for so long, he honestly doesn't really know how to handle it.

Now, his dirty secret? He got hard watching your photos when he was scrolling through your IG , and may or may not have jacked off to them. He was cursing himself all the way during it, he felt stupid, but fuck you looked so hot.

He stayed still when all the cum spilled on his hand and stomach, poor guy was so red with embarrassment. He couldn't talk to you properly the moment he saw you after that "incident".

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's not really experienced, he can barely keep up with basic human interaction, sexual interaction is a whole another level.

Sure he's not a virgin, he had a quickie once to kill some pent up frustration in the kitchen with a chef a while ago. It was fast, messy and aggressive, since it was all about blowing off steam. Carmen didn't really knew how to act afterwards.

Then it was Claire, it was more intimate and he did tried to be more present.

Carmen might no be the most literate when it comes to sex, but he does try to please and make you have a good time.

Your pleasure it's above his, it takes a while for him to actually relax and let himself enjoy too.

He's determined and that compensates his lack of knowledge, he's damn willing to put in the work and learn what makes you melt and cum.

F= Favorite position

Carmen loves to see your face during sex for various reasons, mainly because you look really hot and also because he wants to make sure you're enjoying it. He needs the confirmation that he's not screwing up.

Therefore any position like missionary for example are the ones he usually goes for, it's not that he's not open to try different ones, but it takes a bit of coaxing and assuring him that you'll let him know if he's fucking up.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Oh the first few times he's going to be stiff! Poor guy is nervous. Please understand him.

Carmen is barely processing that he's having sex and it's taking all of his mind to both focus on pleasuring you, be present and not drown on his overthinking.

It takes him some time to relax, let himself be and actually enjoy the moment. Once he does, Carmy is laid back and actually cracks a joke or two, he's really sweet during sex.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Carmen Berzatto has a bit of chest hair and a happy trail that goes down to his little friend, it's not crazy down there but yes there's a bit of hair (a little fuss, a little carpet) because he's really exhausted and sometimes can't be bothered for the life of him to shave.

And yes, it's darker than the hair on his head.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Sex with Carmen is intimate and romantic, it's already hard for him to open up so he wants to use this moment to show you how much he cares. It's not only the physical act, it's him pouring his all and the things that he can't bring himself to tell you into it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

I think sexuality is such a neglected thing in Carmy's life that, if he ever jack off cause most of the time he's energetically drained when he's alone. It's efficient and quick.

He just wanna get it over with, he doesn't dwell in the passionate art of self pleasure and discovery, Carmen just wants to cum and forget about it.

Usually he does it in the shower.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Praise kink: This is a big one for him since he needs to know he's doing good even if your words got him blushing bright red, he loves the praise.

Also, when he manages to speak during it, he showers you in praises as well because it's hard for him not to when you're making him feel so good.

Marking: It can be something simple and dainty like you wearing a necklace with his initial on it or maybe even a little bear. But also it's him covering you in hickeys.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Somewhere private, preferably anywhere in his house where he knows nobody can interrupt and ruin the moment.

Carmen wants as little distractions as possible, maybe the craziest place where he would be down to have sex would be in his office after hours, but even then it's pushing it.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

The realization that you're actually together as a couple make something inside his brain switch. You can be literally existing, just breathing while Carmen looks at you and goes "damn I bagged that, I, me." And get hard.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Degrading it's a big no no. Carmen doesn't like it when you insult him and drag him down in such intimate and vulnerable moment, it would take his mind completely out of it and spiral.

Part of it it's because it reminds him of the old (horrible) days back in NY were the head chef insulted him every day, shredding every bit of dignity and self confidence he had. He doesn't want to relive that.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

CARMEN IS A MUNCH he eats pussy like a starved man and would be happy to spend hours between your legs, licking your pussy and fucking it with his tongue and fingers.

He takes it as personal challenge to find the most efficient and perfect way to make you cum and melt on him.

Carmen was a bit shy at the beginning when it came to blowjobs, but when he got a hold of it he fucking loves them. He won't say no if you offer to give him a blowjob.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Carmen is down to whatever you want him to be: fast and rough or slow and passionate, he's there to please.

If he had to choose it would be slow, let himself drown in the moment with you where his mind has an opportunity to shut up and feel loved and wanted for once.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

If you happened to work together then there would be a few quickies on his office to blow some steam and get Carmy to stop acting like a lunatic on the kitchen.

If not and you only get to see each other after work when it's late at night, then there would be a few lazy quickies before bed full of sloppy kisses and tired moans.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

It takes convincing, a lot of convincing to get Carmy to try new things specially if they're risky or involves something aggressive. He mostly agrees because he doesn't want you to think he's boring and a bad fuck.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

First time you did it he came fast, he apologized so many times, stuttering and with a red face. Once he gets the hold of it he can last like 2-3 rounds.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Again: a lot of convincing. Maybe if you really wanted it he could use something like a dildo or a wand on you, but that's about it really.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Carmen focus so much on the task of being present and make sure that he's not fucking up that sometimes he can come off as teasing. How? Well, his main goal is for you to enjoy yourself so much that you come apart under his touch and care, sometimes he gets too into it he zones out.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Carmen makes the prettiest moans and you can hear them when the pleasure is so much he can't keep track of his mouth any more. They're quiet still, a whimper as he bites his lower lip, panting and grunting.

At the beginning he wasn't the one to talk much, only stuttering that you were pretty and asking you if you were okay. As he got more comfortable he gets more vocal, sometimes even growing a little bolder and getting cocky/playful with you when the moment is lighthearted and fun.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Carmen loves cockwarming, he loves how close he gets to be with you and how intimate it is. Sometimes it doesn't even has to be sexual, just you and him together enjoying a bit of the limited free time you got.

It's soothing, filling the aching gap that being touch starved have left in his soul.

Sometimes Carmen gets a little sleepy, so it isn't strange that he holds you close and peppers lazy kisses over your skin as a distraction to not fall asleep.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A little bigger tha average and it's thick, it's pretty impressive the first time you see since you're not really expecting him to be packing.

Pretty too, pinky tip, the rest a little darker than his body and uncut.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Carmy years and he stares at you as if he's trying to burn a hole in the back of your head. Coming to term with his sexual desire and openly admit that he craves you, that he wants to fuck your brains out? He's surprised with himself honestly.

His sex drive wasn't really high before you, too busy with the mess inside his head, his life and the restaurant, but now that you're in his life Carmen don't pass the opportunity to be with you.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

After making sure you're okay and taken care off, Carmen is out. He falls asleep fairly quickly and it's so grateful for that because he usually gets little to no sleep at all most of the time.

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear imagine

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cherrykpawp · 1 month ago

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Heat // Ch 9

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader. Mentions of Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Wooyoung

This chapter includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining, Dance instructor!Yunho, Owner!Yunho, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Husky hybrid!Mingi, first experiences (outing), (very) slight alcohol consumption, closure

Taglist: @m-flowerjunnie-oa, @mrsminseochoi, @strawwff, @sunlight120902, @awkward-fucking-thing, @menialmoonchild, @jjongsho, @chanscase143, @lililiarina, @babyquokkasworld

W.C: 8.3k

It's been a week since your heat, and life has returned to normal. The only difference is the addition of affectionate touches and kisses—purely innocent gestures. Most of the time, they pressed them on your hands, cheeks, and forehead. But, there were moments of gentle osculation, when they’d steal a kiss from your lips—the sweetest pecks, but nothing more. You’ve also added photography to your daily routine, capturing moments that caught your eye. You have a growing collection of sleepy San pictures, Mingi focused while playing games, and playful shots of Yunho.

They all took selfies on your phone so you’d have at least one proper picture of them, though you set the funnier ones as their contact photos. You shared them with Wooyoung and Yeosang, and in return, they’d send you images of Yunho, San, and Mingi—or themselves. Wooyoung often sent stunning selfies, proudly showing his beauty mark since he knew how much you loved it, while Yeosang would share candid shots of whatever he was doing currently. You preferred taking off-guard photos of them; they felt more authentic and raw.

You were lying on the living room couch alone, scrolling through the photos—organizing them, cropping a few here and there. Jongho had stopped by earlier for another vocal lesson, teaching you new techniques and breathing exercises before helping you with the next section of the song you were learning. Not only did you get to record him singing for you before he left, but he also shared a playlist someone made of all the songs he’s covered on YouTube—just in case you ever wanted to revisit them. You were convinced that Jongho’s voice was truly captivating, the kind that drew you in completely. You knew you needed to see him perform live—preferably with a full crowd.

Your ears twitched at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you sat up, eyes still glued to your phone. Yunho stepped in, hanging up his jacket and kicking off his shoes. When you realized it was him, you greeted him with a warm smile—and he returned it just as warmly.

“Welcome home. How was work?” You asked, setting your phone aside to give him your full attention.

Yunho strolled over to the dining table near the couch, sifting through the mail that had arrived earlier. “Busy, but fun. I missed dancing—and seeing everyone nail the choreography on the first try was a pleasant surprise.”

“Is this a different choreography or the one for A/N?” You tilted your head in curiosity.

“Different. That one’s not scheduled for a little while.” Yunho discarded the unimportant envelopes on the table, heading to the couch. He rested his palms on the backrest, leaning forward slightly to look at you. “I was wondering while I was at work—have you ever wanted to go anywhere?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Yunho responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just feel guilty that you’re mostly indoors. I never really asked or considered whether you wanted to go out and visit somewhere.”

You took a moment to ponder. “I’ve always wanted to visit places—like I’ve seen in movies and TV shows. But it never dawned on me to actually go. I mean, I know I have clothes for specific occasions… I guess I was just waiting for an appropriate time.”

Yunho nodded, placing his hands on his hips. “If that’s the case, write down a list of all the things you’ve ever wanted to do—and we’ll do them,” he promised. “We can spread them out over the next few weeks, especially since I’ll be too busy to spend much time with you soon.”

The thought of him being busier and having less time for you brought a fleeting flicker of sadness, but it wasn’t like you’d never see him. You still had San and Mingi to keep you company, and they seemed used to this routine by now. There was nothing for you to worry about.

“I’ll get to it then,” you beamed, pulling up your notes app.

Yunho left you alone in the living room to quickly wash up after a long day's work. You began brainstorming a list of activities you wanted to do, including some things you would never normally consider. But if they were there with you, you wouldn’t be afraid to try anything. Needing inspiration, you texted Yeosang and Wooyoung to ask them for their advice or recommendations. Wooyoung suggested an idea you never thought of, but after he explained the details, you found it equally intriguing. It seemed like a fun idea—one that could involve everyone.

Satisfied with your list, you padded quietly to Yunho’s room, knocking on the door. When you heard his voice inviting you in, you entered. Yunho was sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling down the hem of his shirt. His hair was freshly washed and blow-dried, looking incredibly homey.

“You’re done?” he asked, patting a spot on the bed beside him.

You gladly took the seat next to him and handed him the tablet. “Yeah., Wooyoung and Yeosang helped me with some ideas—I actually don’t have that much I want to do,” you admitted with a shrug.

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows as he studied the screen, carefully reading the list. He saw what you had written: restaurant, amusement park, karaoke, arcade, and photoshoot. Then his eyes moved to the next section: princess role play, celebrating our birthdays, and a solo day with Yunho.

“We can probably do the first few things tomorrow, if you like,” Yunho said, glancing over the list again. “However, it’s still winter—almost spring—I don’t think we will be able to go to the amusement park until it gets warmer, I’m afraid,” he added apologetically. “However, there’s a winter festival happening this week. It has snacks, arcade games, and even a few rides, if that sounds good to you.”

“I should’ve considered the weather,” you hummed in acknowledgment. “But I’d love to go to a festival—anything, as long as it’s with the three of you.”

Yunho smiled. “I’m off for the next two days, and San and Mingi haven’t been to the festival in about two years—I’m sure they’d want to go too.” He paused, gripping his chin with a puzzled countenance as he read the rest of the suggestions. “What do you mean by Princess role play?”

“That one was Wooyoung’s idea,” you defended, quickly clearing up any confusion. “He told Seonghwa to prepare outfits for you, San, and Mingi that match a ‘Prince’ theme. He also wants to be involved, along with Yeosang, so I assume you’ll all be wearing ‘Prince’ outfits.” Even though it had been Wooyoung’s suggestion, you wondered what it would be like, too.

Yunho chuckled. “Sounds like that plan’s set in stone—so I can’t tell him or Seonghwa no. And knowing Seonghwa, he’ll definitely enable him. He loves this kind of thing too.”

“I also wanted to celebrate our birthdays together, since they’re close,” you added, your tail wrapping around your arm as excitement bubbled up at the thought of all the upcoming outings.

“Any place in particular?”

Pausing, you chose something none of them would likely expect. “A bar or club.”

Yunho’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

You nodded. “I never experienced drinking. It’s something I always wanted to try.”

Yunho hasn’t been out to a bar or club in quite a while. Frankly, he rarely drank at all; that was more of a pastime for the hybrids when the mood struck them.

But for you, he’ll do anything.

“Then a club it is,” Yunho affirmed with confidence. “You also mentioned a solo day with just us?”

“Just us,” you repeated softly. “Of course, I’d love to involve San and Mingi—most of these plans, I’d love for them to come along,” you reassured Yunho. “But I’d also really like to spend a day with just you. Doing whatever you want. As long as it’s with you, especially before I start seeing you less.”

Yunho’s eyes softened. “That’s understandable. I won’t be gone for too long, and I’ll ensure to keep you updated with everything when it happens.” It stung a little for Yunho. Knowing you’re already preparing outings together before he’s suffocated by his work. But at the same time, he found it endearing—how thoughtful and intentional you were being with your time together.

“Oh! I also don’t know any nice restaurants, so I wanted you to pick one. That’s the only thing I need help with,” you elaborated, feeling satisfied with your ideas.

Yunho hummed in understanding. “Is there anything you don’t like to eat?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think I’m picky. Anything’s fine.”

“Then it’s settled,” he said, handing the tablet back, assuming you’d probably return to YouTube. “We’ve got plans for tomorrow. I’ll let the boys know.”

It was the next day, and you were more excited than anything—it was your first proper day out with everyone. You had spent the night figuring out an outfit for the winter festival, since you’d never been before. Opting for a more casual look, you chose a pair of black baggy jeans with embroidered pockets, a plain gray t-shirt that fit you just right, some Converse, and an oversized cardigan to wear under your coat. It didn’t seem practical to wear anything extravagant to a winter festival. From what you’d seen in movies and shows, it’s mostly a walking and exploring activity.

Heading to your shared bathroom, you decided to do a bit of pampering. You took the time to style your hair the way your old owner had taught you, adding subtle waves to your hair for a more casual yet put-together look. This was followed by a bit of mascara and lip tint—nothing too crazy. Once satisfied with your outfit and appearance, you went downstairs, still excited to see if anyone else was ready.

Seeing no one downstairs yet made you curious. You walked up to San’s door and knocked to see if he was in. After about five seconds, he opened the door, his ears twitching when he saw you. He stood before you in black slacks, derby shoes with minimal elevation, and a tank top. His hair fell over his forehead, while his tail and ears shared the same healthy sheen and silkiness.

“Well, you look pretty as always,” San said suavely, leaning against his door frame. “I love what you did with your hair—make-up too.”

You playfully flicked your hair behind your shoulder. “Why, thank you. It’s my first time going out in a while, so I decided to put a little effort in,” you explained honestly. “You look handsome yourself.”

“Coming from you, that’s high praise,” San replied, stepping away from the door frame to let you in. “I’ve been having a hard time choosing what to wear for our evening plans. Do you mind helping me?”

Walking over to his bed, you noticed he had three turtlenecks laid out. The only problem was that they were all black—there wasn’t much variety to select from.

“Can I be honest?” you began softly.

Sam squinted at the turtlenecks, examining each one. “Yes, but I feel like I should be worried.”

“They’re all pretty much the same…” His ears drooped at your words, so you quickly clarified. “I just don’t know what’s different about them.”

“One’s thicker, one has a longer neck, and one is a knit zip-up,” San answered casually, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m trying to figure out which would go well with my slacks…”

Any one of them would suit the slacks, to be honest. “The knit one. If you wear the thicker one, you might get too hot. Plus, the zip-up adds more texture to your outfit,” you said, holding it up to his torso, imagining how it would look. “Yeah, this one.” San’s outfit looked incredibly sophisticated yet charming.

San took the sweater from you, giving you a sweet smile. “Thank you for helping. If you’d like to stay, you can—but I’m almost ready.”

You rubbed his back gently. “I’d love to, but I’m going to check if Yunho and Mingi are ready.” Your ear brushed against his shoulder, tickling him slightly. “I’ll see you out in the living room soon.”

San nodded, sending an air peck your way as you left his room.

As you stepped into the hallway, you spotted Mingi sitting on the couch, already fully dressed. He wore a black tee tucked into his khaki cargo pants, topped with a brown leather jacket that had black accents on the pockets, collar, and down the outside of the sleeves. In true Mingi fashion, his fingers were adorned with rings, and he wore a matching necklace and belt, remarkably stylish.

When he saw you approach the living room, he sat up straighter, his ears perked high on his head. He gestured for you to come closer, holding his hands out. You gladly took them, rubbing your thumbs along the rings.

Mingi examined your face closely. “You look stunning today.”

You tilted your head. “Only today?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. Always—with or without makeup or your hair styled,” Mingi proclaimed without hesitation, sincerity written all over his face. “Are you looking forward to today?”

“Yes, actually. I’ve never been to a festival before, so everything will be new to me.”

This seemed to surprise Mingi; the confusion on his face made you assume that Yunho hadn’t told him. “Is that so?”

“I’ve only seen videos and movies,” you said, reminiscing about the ones you watched with your previous owner. “I know there’s popcorn and those swirly potato things, but I also know there are different merchants selling different items, and games with prizes. There are a variety of festivals too.”

“This one happens annually. San and I haven’t been there in a few years,” Mingi replied, his tail wagging behind him, just as excited. “Hopefully, the Tteokbokki lady is still there. Her stall is the best, in my opinion.”

Just then, Yunho came down the stairs, adjusting the sleeves of his outfit. He wore a black mock neck, a slightly oversized brown bomber jacket, and washed-out black denim jeans.

“Are we ready?” Yunho called out through the house. Seeing that only you and Mingi were in the living room, he realized San was the only one missing. “San-ah?”

As if summoned, San emerged from his room wearing the turtleneck you recommended. “Now I am.”

“Great,” Yunho huffed. “It’s going to get colder tonight, so please—even if it seems redundant—put on a heavier coat over whatever you’re already wearing. And please, wear a scarf. I doubt any of you want to end up sick.”

Mingi stood up from the couch, gently letting go of your hands. “I don’t think I’ll be that cold. Plus, I’m usually hot.”

“And you’ll be the first one asking for a hot pack—put on the coat and scarf,” Yunho scolded playfully, scowling at the husky hybrid. Mingi couldn’t argue back, mostly because it was true.

As the three of you put on your coats and scarves, Yunho called a cab service to take you there. A sudden thought came to your mind.

“Wait… are there usually hybrids there? I don’t exactly want to be the odd one out,” you asked with genuine curiosity.

“Of course. There are even hybrids working there sometimes,” San confirmed, zipping up your jacket for you. “And besides, if it were strange, you wouldn’t be the only odd one out.”

Hearing that comforted you. While there are still people who find the concept of hybrids strange, most are accepting. The thought that there might be others at the festival made you excited to see all the different species that could be there.

Once you stepped out the door, you took a deep breath of the crisp late winter air. It’s been a while since you’ve been outside. The only times recently were to answer the door for Jongho, who came by earlier for another vocal lesson, and for Hongjoong, the day after your heat ended.

A van was waiting outside for the four of you, engine still running. You instinctively shifted closer to Yunho, making sure this was the right vehicle—it was. You climbed in and took the window seat, eager to watch the world go by and how much it had changed. Yunho sat beside you, while San and Mingi took the seats across. Soon after, the van drove off.

Pulling out his wallet, Yunho handed everyone some money to splurge at the festival, just in case they wanted to stray off and do their own thing. Turns out, he’d been setting it aside for nights like this, wanting everyone to fully enjoy the experience. San and Mingi started talking about the last time they were there, looking forward to the food more than anything else.

Meanwhile, you wanted to explore everything—but you especially wanted to win a prize of some sort, like you see in movies. Maybe not a goldfish, but even that would be cool.

The drive took about forty minutes. You realized you were slowly approaching when you began to see colorful lights and heard the sound of live music, mixed with laughter and muffled conversations.

Once the van pulled up to the curb, you stepped out and were immediately met with the enticing aromas from nearby food vendors. But what truly grabbed your attention was the music. It pulled at you almost.

Yunho wrapped his scarf a little tighter around his neck before looking down at you. “Ready?”

You held onto his arm and nodded as you entered the festival together.

Behind you, you could hear San and Mingi pointing out new things they hadn’t seen before, making you glance back at what they were referring to. As you walked, you noticed hybrids all around—some working food stands or arcade games, others simply enjoying the festival with friends and loved ones.

You took pictures of the sights that caught your eye: the glowing lights, the bustling vendor tables, and even a few off-guard shots of the three of them.

The first place you settled on was a merchant stall selling all types of jewelry and trinkets. Without warning, you gently lured Yunho along with you, and he chuckled at your eagerness.

“Hello, pretty kitty,” the older woman greeted you warmly. You gave a small bow and returned the greeting with a quiet ‘hello’. “Looking for anything in particular, or are you just browsing?”

“I’m just browsing. It’s my first time here,” you replied with a smile. She looked so cozy, bundled up in her coat and seated comfortably inside her tent.

“Please, let me know if you need any assistance,” she added kindly, before leaving you to tend to other guests.

You browsed through the displays of rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, trying to figure out what Yunho, San, and Mingi might like. Beside you, Yunho examined some trinkets, studying them like he was choosing a gift for someone as well.

“Yunho, do you like jewelry?” you asked, wanting to be sure before buying him something he might not wear.

“I do. Not often, but when I do, it’s usually simple pieces. Unless it’s for a dance stage—then I don’t have much of a say.” He held up two small figures, showing you the trinkets. “Do you think Yeosang and Wooyoung would like these?”

One of the trinkets looked familiar—a little Gryffindor statue from ‘Harry Potter’, a favorite series of your previous owner and Wooyoung. You remembered him raving about it for hours during your last video chat. You assumed the tiny, airplane-looking object was for Yeosang.

“What’s that?” You asked, referring to it.

“It’s a drone—it flies with a remote control. But this one doesn’t fly, it seems,” Yunho said, examining it closely. “Yeosang has a few drones that he flies sometimes. I thought this one was comically tiny, and he could keep it as a decoration in his room.”

Well, that made sense to you. “I think they’ll love them. It’s a gift from you, anyway.”

Yunho scrunched his nose slightly, appreciating the compliment. He made his way over to the merchant to purchase the trinkets, while you finally settled on what you wanted to gift them.

You chose a ring for Mingi, a necklace for San, and a bracelet for Yunho. Mingi loves rings, so that was an easy decision. San was often in tank tops, and you thought a necklace would complement his frame well. As for Yunho, a bracelet seemed like a simple, everyday piece he could wear if he wanted.

However, when you went to pay for it, the merchant respectfully refused it. Your ears went down, perplexed. “It’s your first time here. Enjoy the festival.”

“O-oh, thank you then, miss.” You bowed to her again, bidding her farewell before meeting up with Yunho, who waited for you. “She didn’t let me pay for these…” You said, a bit surprised as you held up the small bag.

Yunho shrugged. “Maybe she was feeling generous. But hey, at least you still have some extra on you.”

You glanced around, scanning the crowd. “Where did San and Mingi go?”

Yunho turned both of you around, pointing toward a brightly lit Tteokbokki stall. “Last time they were here, they almost cleared the poor woman’s entire supply,” he said, watching as San and Mingi chatted animatedly with the vendor, their tails swaying with excitement. “I had to drag them away.”

The mental image made you giggle. They were always this silly. “Is it honestly that good?”

Mingi, meanwhile, seemed to be scanning the festival grounds, squinting as he searched for you. He really should’ve brought his glasses. When his eyes finally landed on you, he lit up and left San at the stall, making his way over with a small tray of Tteokbokki in hand.

“This is the stall I was talking about—you have to try it,” Mingi implored, stabbing one of the rice cakes with a toothpick and offering it to you.

You gladly took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before your eyebrows pulled together in exaggerated outrage. “How is this so good?”

“Right?!” he exclaimed, offering one to Yunho as well.

As Mingi and Yunho bickered—Yunho voicing he did not wish for a repeat of last time—you walked over to where San sat, quietly enjoying his Tteokbokki. You stood beside him and gave him a small nudge. When he looked up at you, he silently stabbed a piece with his toothpick and offered it to you. You leaned in and ate it without hesitation.

“You like it?” he asked, and you nodded.

Your gaze shifted to the famed stall vendor. She was extremely attractive, with a warm smile and a beautiful ring on her finger—she’s married. “Do you want more?”

You shook your head. “It’s great, but I’m craving something to drink.”

San spun in his seat, examining the festival thoughtfully. “There are fruit juices, hot chocolate, tea…”

“Hot chocolate sounds great right about now,” you thought, imagining how warm and sweet it would feel against the cold.

San finished his last bit of food, stood up, and adjusted his long trench coat. “Let’s go.”

The two of you walked to the nearest hot chocolate stand, noticing that it was run by two people—one of whom appeared to be a hybrid.

The young man running the stand greeted you first. “Welcome. What can I help you with tonight?”

“Two hot chocolates, please,” San ordered with a dimpled smile. Once he entered it into the machine, San paid and stepped to the side with you to wait for the drinks.

But something about the hybrid working behind him seemed oddly familiar. You hadn’t seen their face yet, and you couldn’t catch their scent, given the heavy mix of perfumes, food, pheromones, and smoke from cooking. It wasn’t until your drinks were ready that you finally realized who it was.

“Two hot chocolates for— oh…” The male cat hybrid suddenly became withdrawn. ”Two hot chocolates for San…”

You took one of the cups in your hand, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. The situation didn’t go unnoticed by San as he took his.

“How have you been? It’s been a while…” the male hybrid inquired, glancing between you and San. He thought San was incredibly handsome—extremely well-built, too—with a stunning coat on his ears and tail that seemed to bring light to the darkness of the night. He thought the two of you looked great together.

“Fine. Perfect, actually,” you tapped the sides of your cup, unsure of what to say next. “And yourself?”

He shrugged. “Could be better. Living day by day…”

The silence and tension in the air felt claustrophobic, San could feel it deeply as he sipped his drink slowly. Maybe the guy was a friend from your previous clinic. From his perspective, you didn’t seem to have any animosity—nor did the other guy. Had you had a falling out?

Thankfully, the silence was finally broken when the younger man called the hybrid for the next few orders. The cat hybrid gave you a silent wave goodbye, allowing you to move on from the stall.

You finally took a sip of the hot chocolate—it was more delightful than you’d expected.

“This is lovely,” you purred at the warm sensation spreading through your body with each sip. The sweet creaminess of the hot chocolate brought you sheer bliss.

“It is… but what was that about?” San’s ear flicked in curiosity.

The two of you walked along the path lined with other vendors. “He was my first heat hotel experience.”

San abruptly stopped in his tracks. “Really?” He glanced back, scanning every detail of the hybrid's face. The two of you walked along the path lined with other vendors. “He was my first heat hotel experience. “Did he make you uncomfortable?”

“No… he’s not a bad guy, he just wasn’t… great either,” you said with a shrug, swirling your cup. “I’m sure there’s someone else out there who might want him, but he wasn’t for me. It was probably awkward because of what I told him the last time I saw him.”

“Oh? What was that?” San sipped his drink with curiosity.

You chuckled to yourself, taking a slow sip. “Some things are just better left unsaid, unfortunately. I don’t want to hurt his feelings—especially if he’s not even listening.”

San let it rest, deciding not to press the issue. He noticed a bit of hot chocolate and whipped cream on your lip. Raising his index and middle finger phalanx, he gently pressed them to your lips to wipe it away. Then, bringing those fingers to his mouth, he kissed the spot where your lips had touched. The sudden romantic gesture made your face flush, a natural blush blooming on your cheeks.

“At least I know it’s transfer-proof,” San noted, referring to your lip tint that stayed on despite the hot chocolate.

As you continued walking with San, an arcade stand caught your eye. It was a familiar attraction, often seen in films: the balloon darts.

“Can we do that, please?” you asked, tugging his jacket sleeve.

How could he say no when you were so intrigued? It just so happened to be a two-player game anyway, for safety measures. You both paid for your turns and collected the darts to throw. For each balloon popped, the size of your prize increased. You were determined to win—mainly because you wanted the big, fluffy purple bear you saw. You only needed to pop five balloons to win it.

Once the merchant blew his whistle, you and San started throwing the darts, hoping to at least get three.

By the time you threw your last dart, you’d only managed to pop two, while San had popped four. One dart even popped two by accident, but it still counted. That made him the winner. You were happy for him regardless, clapping and cheering him on.

“Which one do you want?” he asked, looking at the prize selection.

“But you won,” you frowned.

“I know,” he smiled, his tail swaying behind him. “But I don’t need one. I was planning on giving you mine regardless. Please, choose.”

You picked the smaller version of the purple bear, pleased with your prize. You thanked the vendor and wrapped your arm around San’s as you continued walking.

“It's so pretty too, a gorgeous purple,” you commented, holding the plushie tightly in your other arm. “Thank you again. It was probably better that I didn’t get the bigger one, since we’re going to a restaurant after this.”

“They’d have to charge it as an extra guest if we did,” San said with a quip, making you laugh. “And you’re welcome.”

You stopped by more vendors selling trinkets, deciding to buy something for Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Wooyoung as gifts. San helped you pick out items they might like, especially for Seonghwa. You felt like he deserved something extravagant, given how elegant he was. But San informed you that Seonghwa genuinely loves Legos and builds them during his free time. So, when you spotted a Lego set for tiny and medium plants, you had to get it. One of these days, you’ll drop it off.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” San asked, hands deep in his pockets, as you continued walking around.

“Thoroughly,” you replied, carrying the bag of items in your hand. “I never imagined that I’d ever come here. It seemed too distant.”

Even something as simple as a festival brought you joy, but San couldn’t help frowning, his expression tinged with sadness. When you glanced up at him, he quickly replaced it with another dimpled smile, not wanting you to worry.

“We can do whatever you like from now on. Just say the word,” he promised, reaching for the bag you were carrying to hold it himself.

Coincidentally, both of you bumped into Yunho and Mingi, who were playing a BB gun game where you shoot out a red star. Yunho was thoroughly entertained, exclaiming enthusiastically when he managed to carve it out. You and San stood behind them, watching in silence as it was Mingi’s turn. Except… Mingi…

“You missed…” Yunho started, standing in disbelief.

“Every single one,” San finished, stifling a laugh. It made Yunho and Mingi flinch slightly, surprised by your sudden appearance.

Mingi squinted at San. “When did you even get here?”

“Just now. Y/n bought some things, and we bumped into you. Watched you lose too.”

You showed them your prize with exuberance. “San won this for me.”

Mingi shook his head. “I can’t accept this.” He was in denial, trying the same game again, determined to win something for you as well.

Yunho sighed, collecting his prize. “He’s been at this for three rounds now. There are so many other games out there.” He handed you his prize as well. It was a small, pink, round character with hot pink shoes and tiny arms. “This is Kirby, I’m sure you’ve seen him when the boys play their games.”

And you had, though you just never remembered his name. You’d often heard San complain about that character when they fought other people online—something about stealing powers and how it was unfair.

“Thank you,” now you have two more plushies for your bed.

Out of nowhere, you heard Mingi cheer, thinking he had finally won the game. That was until the vendor fully examined it and realized there was still a bit of red left on the star.

“Hyung, please,” Mingi beseeched, trying to reason with the vendor, but the vendor was adamant that he had lost. His head hung low, along with his ears. “Sorry, I couldn’t get you one.”

You rubbed his arm, consoling him. “There’s no need to apologize. It’s just a plushie,” you reassured him. “Plus, there are many other games.”

“I know, but they’re closing up soon. I wanted to get you something before we left,” Mingi exhaled deeply. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do now.

“Unfortunately, I looked at the wrong time schedule. I should’ve made us come by a little earlier,” Yunho furrowed his brows. “Sorry if it wasn’t what you expected.”

”I had an amazing time, what do you mean?” you stated truthfully. “I got to spend time with the three of you, play, eat, and just enjoy being outside again. I had more fun than you think.” Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the smaller bag containing their gifts. “And I bought gifts.”

One by one, you gave them their designated pieces of jewelry, which they admired deeply. They were handmade pieces by the vendor herself, but you had put a lot of thought into which designs they’d like and chose them carefully.

“You don’t have to wear them now, but I wanted to get you all something,” you said proudly as you watched Mingi remove one of his favorite rings to slip yours on. Yunho and San followed, clipping on their jewelry pieces.

“I’m going to wear this every day,” San said suddenly, his tone serious as he tucked the necklace under his jacket.

Yunho admired the simplicity of the bracelet and its beautiful metalwork. “This is gorgeous. Thank you.”

“Of course, of course,” you replied, waving off the compliments, though you felt like you might pass out under their endearing stares.

“I didn’t get you anything, and you still managed to get something for me. I promise I’ll find something you’ll like,” Mingi declared with conviction.

“You don’t have to… but cuddling seems lovely, doesn’t it?”

Suddenly, Mingi looked completely reenergized.

All four of you finally arrived at the restaurant Yunho had chosen. A table had already been reserved, waiting for you. You slid into the corner of the booth, with San sitting beside you, while Mingi and Yunho settled across from you, removing their jackets. San took your bags and gifts, placing them beside him to give you more space to move around comfortably.

As everyone sat and browsed the menus, you couldn’t help but admire the setting of the restaurant. The chandeliers cast a soft, sultry amber glow, creating a cozy ambiance throughout the space. From certain angles, the light glimmered gently, adding a touch of elegance.

Across the room, a bar stretched along the far wall, where people—some couples—sat chatting and indulging in each other's company. If you squinted, you could make out a few hybrids among the guests, and even some working as waiters, gracefully serving the guests.

The seats were made of sturdy leather. You couldn’t tell the exact color due to the dim lighting, but you could only assume a dark brown, framed with deep reddish wood that held everything together. On your table, a small candle flickered with a soft flame. It smelled of vanilla—a scent that has become your favorite. You couldn’t help but take pictures of everything, sending them to Yeosang and Wooyoung.

“Hello, may I help you all with a drink to start?” A male waiter, dressed in slacks, a buttoned-down shirt, and a vest, approached the table with his hands behind his back.

“Yes, I’ll take a glass of red wine, please,” Yunho said with a gentle smile, then returned to browsing the menu.

“I’d like a glass of beer, please,” Mingi added.

You briefly glanced at the drink options, having not looked at them earlier. One caught your eye—a drink you’d often seen characters order in movies. You decided that you’d try it.

“A Shirley Temple, please.” You weren’t quite sure what it tasted like, but its sweet, scarlet appearance made it seem inviting.

“Virgin or dirty?” The waiter asked, jotting it down on his notepad.

You didn’t know whether to be offended or confused by the question. “Uhh… virgin?” you replied, hesitant.

The waiter simply hummed in acknowledgement and turned to San. “I’ll take a ginger ale, thank you.”

With a polite bow, the waiter left the table to prepare your drinks.

You leaned over to San, whispering in his ear, “What did he mean by virgin or dirty?”

Remembering that you’ve never had alcohol before, San couldn’t help the amused smile that tugged at his lips. “Virgin means without alcohol, dirty means with alcohol.”

You mentally facepalmed for looking clueless. Hopefully, no one else at the table caught on to your naivety. “I knew that…” you muttered.

“Did you now?” San raised his eyebrows, his ears flicking with amusement.

“Yes,” you insisted—though you obviously didn’t. Every time they mentioned Shirley Temple in movies, you couldn’t recall anyone ever asking how the character wanted it.

San patted your knee before turning his attention to the menu. You finally looked at yours as well, realizing just how hungry you were. Everything looked delicious—both from the descriptions and the pictures—yet you still couldn’t decide. You even tried peering over at what the other guests were eating, but it didn’t help. You still couldn’t tell what was what.

The waiter returned with the drinks, setting them down in front of each of you before pulling out his notepad again to take the orders. Yunho ordered an appetizer and salad for the table to share, then placed his order, followed by Mingi and San. Everything they chose sounded amazing—you might just steal a nibble or two.

When it came to you, you settled for a lobster risotto, since you loved seafood.

The male waiter collected the menus off the table and left once more, informing you that it should be ready in about twenty minutes.

You took a sip of the bright red drink, it was sweet and refreshing—almost addictive.

“I wish we could make this at home,” you expressed aloud, not necessarily directing it at anyone in particular.

“We can—it’s only about three ingredients,” Yunho said, swirling his wine. He brought the glass to his nose, taking in the aroma before sipping lightly.

Curious about how wine tasted, you found yourself staring at his glass—and the way his fingers delicately held the stem. “May I… try some?”

Yunho nodded, carefully sliding the glass across the table to you. “It’s an acquired taste,” he warned with a soft smile, “so it’s understandable if you don’t like it.”

Taking that into consideration, you brought the glass to your nose and gave it a cautious sniff. Your tail lowered behind you, uncertain about the strong aroma that lingered beneath the fruity notes—but you sipped it anyway.

It was undoubtedly acquired, alright. You weren’t sure if you liked it or disliked it. It was strong, slightly bitter, with a sweet finish that confused your palate. After a moment of indecision, you were confident that you didn’t want another sip, handing the glass back to Yunho.

Yunho chuckled, idly playing with the neck of the glass. “You’d have to get used to it. Of course, only if you choose to.”

Your gaze shifted to Mingi’s beer. Your ears twitched slightly as you watched him take a swig. He noticed you eyeing him—and his drink—and set the glass down on the table with a curious smile.

“You’re not going to like it—wine is tamer,” Mingi warned you, carding his fingers through his hair.

“You don’t know that,” you replied, though your tone held a hint of doubt, yet it couldn’t hurt to try.

Mingi slid the glass closer to you, gesturing to it. “By all means.”

You gladly took it, smelling this one too. There wasn’t a trace of sweetness in the scent; instead, it had a sharp, acidic bite to it. Still, you took a sip—and immediately grimaced as you swallowed.

It was far more bitter than the wine, and lacked the sweetness of both your and Yunho’s combined. You weren’t a fan. Out of the two, you preferred the wine.

Mingi took the glass back from you, placing a hand over his chest as he cooed at your reaction. “I told you.”

You cleansed your palate with the Shirley Temple. “My goodness, does all alcohol taste like this?” You were suddenly rethinking your idea of going to a club for your birthday.

“No,” San chimed in. “There are better ones out there—sweeter ones,” he added, sensing your doubt. You found it hard to believe, especially since the wine had smelled sweet. “Fruitier, smoother options exist. But some people genuinely like the more bitter end of the spectrum.”

You sighed, realizing you had a lot to learn when it came to drinks. Still, it didn’t seem like something you’d dabble in often—maybe just socially.

“Well, that’s what I get for being curious.” There was a lingering warmth from the alcohol, settling steadily in your chest.

San giggled. He felt the same way, especially since he’d done the same thing when he first tried alcohol. “It’s in our nature.”

Soon after, the food arrived. The savory aroma instantly made your mouth water—you were ready to devour everything. Before digging in, you took a picture of everyone’s dishes together. Then you served yourself a bit of the side salad to go with your risotto.

“I see you picked up photography,” Yunho noted, slicing a portion of his steak. “What made you suddenly want to?”

You played with your food, vaguely answering Yunho’s question. “For memories,” which was the truth. You saved the sentimental for later because you wanted to enjoy yourself tonight after a long while of being in your head. “I also like taking pictures of all of you, documenting my favorite characteristics.”

“Maybe next time, I can model for you,” San teased, lightly tapping you with his tail as he ate.

When you finally tasted the risotto, it was unlike anything you’d had before—literally. The texture was rich, creamy, velvety, with a buttery base that melted on your tongue. The lobster was remarkably fresh and plump, without the slightest trace of that overpowering fishiness some seafood carried. You were living right now.

Mingi cut a piece of his steak, considering he and Yunho ordered the same entrée, and placed it on your plate to try.

“They taste amazing together,” Mingi said confidently—and you believed him.

You added a bit of risotto to the piece of steak and took a bite. Setting your fork down, you shook your head in disbelief. Maybe you were exaggerating… or maybe you were just that hungry—but everything tasted so good, it could’ve brought a tear to your eye.

“This was a great restaurant choice,” you said, boosting Yunho’s ego just a little.

Watching the plans fall into place so perfectly made his heart warm.

You ate, talked, and shared your meals with another. Yunho and Mingi had gotten another refill of their drinks, sipping slowly as they digested. The conversation drifted to plans of returning to the festival before it ended—checking out the vendors you’d missed and trying the games you hadn’t gotten to yet.

Mingi was especially adamant about bringing you the biggest plushie they had, especially since you wouldn’t be heading to a restaurant afterward. He was also looking forward to cuddling with you once you reached home.

As the chatter continued, you politely excused yourself to the restroom to wash your hands, following the posted signs. In the mirror, you were relieved to see your hair still in place. You applied a touch more lip tint to revive the color, blending it with your ring finger. You also took a moment to smooth out the fur of your ears and tail, just enough to feel more put-together before returning to the table.

On your way back, you passed by a nearby table—your steps faltering when you heard a familiar name. One you hadn’t heard in a while.

You were going to keep walking… until you heard his voice.

It was unmistakable. It was truly him. You were almost certain.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him—your old owner's grandson. He was seated at a nearby table, surrounded by what you thought was his wife and grandchildren.

Seeing him again after the last few months broke your heart. His hair had grown grayer, and though he looked genuinely content with his family, you could still see the subtle tinge of sadness in his eyes.

You realized too late that you’d been staring. Long enough for him to notice—long enough for your eyes to meet. You should’ve walked away when you had the chance. But instead, you froze in place.

“Y/n?” he called softly. He still remembered your name. That was nice…

Your ears flattened instinctively against your head as you finally faced him, your tail curling protectively around your waist. You gave an awkward, meek bow in greeting, feeling like you were intruding on a private family moment. He whispered something to his wife before rising from his seat and walking toward you.

“I’m so glad to know that you’re still okay,” he frowned, even as relief filled him. “I was worried sick about you after you ran off. Why did you run?”

You hesitated. There was no easy way to explain it without sounding foolish, but you answered it anyway. “I didn’t want to be brought back… to the clinic. So I left.”

He shook his head, exhaling gently. “You silly girl,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. “I haven’t seen you in months… I searched everywhere for you.”

Meanwhile, back at the table, Yunho finished off his second glass of wine, pushing the empty glass aside with a light clink. He checked the time, his brows furrowing slightly. You’d been gone longer than expected. At first, he assumed you were just touching up or taking your time. But as several minutes passed, he thought you might’ve gotten lost or something.

“Um, Hyung,” Mingi got Yunho’s attention, nodding toward the direction you’d gone. San also peered over, all of them now observing the interaction unfolding between you and an older man. “Who is that?”

Yunho tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out if he knew the male himself. “I have no idea. Maybe he’s asking her—” His words cut off the moment he saw the man pull you into a hug.

Yunho almost stood up, ready to intervene—until he saw you hug the man back.

“I see…” he murmured, receding into his seat.

San’s ears twitched slightly. “Do you know who he is?”

“No, but I can only make an educated guess,” Yunho said, his acumen allowing him to analyze the situation quickly. “We should give them a moment.”

“She’s bumping into everyone today, huh?” San remarked, resting his chin in his palm as he continued watching you.

Yunho wore a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

Mingi mirrored his confusion, his ears perked to the sky.

San leaned back in his seat. “While we were walking around the festival, we stopped for hot chocolate. One of the people running the stand turned out to be her first heat hotel experience.” San elaborated, voice getting softer. “It was something… just shows how small the world is.”

Mingi sat up straighter, moving his empty glass aside. “What happened? Did she say anything about him? Was he being weird?” he inquired.

San shook his head. “No, he seemed more like an introverted guy. Kind of shy. As for what she said, she didn’t want to talk about it. Just said some things were better left unspoken.”

Yunho and Mingi quietly respected your wishes, even if curiosity poked at them.

They watched as you slowly let go of the older man, turning to glance over at the table they were sitting at, gesturing to them from where you stood. Yunho waved at both of you, and San and Mingi followed suit, though they were still a bit confused about the unknown man. The older man waved back politely, reassuring that he meant no harm.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you,” the older male patted your back. “You’ve found your new family now.” He offered a warm, if slightly wistful, smile. “But please… keep in touch. You can visit us—and visit Grandma’s grave sometimes. You have my number.”

“I will, I promise.” There was a slight glossiness in your eyes, catching the chandelier’s warm light. “Please, stay healthy. And… I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble for these last few months.”

He waved it off. “My heart can finally rest now. I’m just glad you’re still with us.”

Hearing his words tugged at your heartstrings, especially with your mental state at the time Yunho found you. If you had gone through with your plans back then, he would’ve never known what happened to you. He would’ve spent the rest of his life wondering, weighed down by regret.

That thought alone made your chest tighten.

You gave him one last, long hug goodbye. You could visit him, but you weren’t ready yet.

Everything still felt like an open wound that was just beginning to heal. Still, you knew in your heart that you were going to see him and Grandma again. When you were ready

As you walked back, your head stayed low, discreetly wiping away the tears threatening to fall.

Yunho had told San and Mingi to look away, to act like they hadn’t seen anything—hoping to spare you any discomfort. But their acting skills were… less than convincing. You stood in front of the table, fingers nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Um… I’m ready to go home now,” you said softly, your voice catching with a small sniffle. “If that’s alright.”

Yunho's expression softened into a frown. “Of course. We can leave now. But… are you okay?”

You greeted them with a genuine smile, eyes still glassy with unshed tears. At a glance, it may have looked like sadness, but you were genuinely filled with happiness.

You loved your new life. You loved that your old owner's grandson didn’t resent you for leaving. Instead, he understood and sympathized with your choice. After you opened up and cleared the air, he told you that, in your place, he would’ve done the same. So no… these weren’t tears of grief.

They were tears of peace.

“I couldn’t be any better.”

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lovelaurs · 1 year ago

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MOVIE NIGHT

featuring : mystreet laurance, garroth, katelyn, lucinda x gn reader synopsis : tonight is your weekly annual movie night with your partner! how will the night go in terms of activites? will the two of watch the film or end up too busy being smothered by the other's lips to watch? tags : mature, romance, pre-established relationships, fluff, cuddles, kissing, making out, sharing interests, suggestive (lucinda and katelyn specifically) word count : 3.3k | around 800 words per character! a/n : this started off with me wanting to write more laurance fics, but eventually became multiple drabbles for characters! since i don't see many x readers with the girls, i knew i had to broaden their tags as well, which led me to writing some fun drabbles! this one is for you, sapphics! mwah! - also, i'm afraid to admit the garroth one was far too self indulgent towards my obsession with the film. anyway, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

LAURANCE

Laurance leaned against your door frame as you gathered your things.

You tended to go a bit extra whenever the two of you had your movie nights. It was not a secret that you like to be snug.

You grabbed your favorite blanket along with your pillow, before grabbing an extra charger, which in turn meant grabbing your phone.

Laurance held back a snicker as he looked at you hold the pile of items in your hands. With the wire tangled up within the blanket, to your phone being placed upon the pillow on top, it truly looked like a scene from a cartoon.

You could barely see in front of you as the pillow covered your vision.

“You uh… need some help there?” He chuckled.

You sighed in defeat, giving a small “yes” before he lifted your pillow and phone from the pile.

As the two of you carefully made your way down the stairs, you eventually flopped onto the couch with a hum, allowing you to cozy up with the blanket.

Laurance sat by your head, causing you to lift yourself up and place your head on his lap.

“Do you even need a pillow when you have me?” He teased.

“Eh, you’re a close second, I’ll give you that.” You snarked back.

Laurance gasped, acting offended by the comment. “How dare you!” What a drama queen. “I’ll have you know that I am much more comfortable to lay on than a pillow!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his act. “If that was the case, you wouldn’t have a dissatisfied customer like me.”

He turned your nose up at you. “Well, I’ll have you know that-”

As this banter seemed to continue on more than you would like, you grabbed the pillow he had placed beside him before you tossed it in his face.

“Can we just watch a movie already?”

He puffed his cheeks with a pout, looking down at you trying to make you feel guilty. But, after a minute of a stare down between the two of you, he just sighed and reached for the remote.

“Okay, okay, you win.” He looked at the Netflix catalog before turning back to you. “So, what do you want to watch?”

You took a second to think, watching as he scrolled on the ‘For You’ tab.

It wasn’t until something caught your eye that you leaned up quickly, banging your head into Laurance’s chin, yelling, “Knives Out!”

Laurance gripped his chin in pain as you held your head, the both of you feeling the ache from the action.

Before you could fully process what happened, Laurance, with his eyes squeezed shut in pain, kissed your aching head as if to soothe the pain.

You smiled with a wince, turning around and kissing Laurance on his chin, apologizing repeatedly for hurting him.

He couldn’t help himself from laughing at the whole scenario, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer so he could plant soft kisses against your forehead.

“You’re so goofy, you know that?” He chuckled in between kisses.

You lightly pushed him away jokingly before laying on his lap again. He playfully frowned as you moved away from his affection.

He began wiping away fake tears. “I guess you don’t want to experience love, joy, and whimsy. Okay, I get it.”

You lightly hit him with the pillow again, giggling. “I love you, Laurance, but please stop the act so we can watch a movie already.”

“Fine.” He sighed as he grabbed the remote. “So… Knives Out, huh?” You nodded as you looked up at him.

As he searched up the movie and pressed play, Laurance couldn’t help but gasp at every major actor/actress that appeared on screen.

“Oh my Irene- Daniel Craig? Ana De Armas? The kid from IT? How many famous people did they get in this film?!”

You tugged on his sleeve as he kept guffawing at every appearance. “Laurance, please. It’s a netflix film, of course there’s going to be actors you know in it.” “I know, I know. I can’t help but just get surprised when- wait, they hired Jamie Lee Curtis for this?!” He proceeded to boo loudly at the screen as she appeared.

Annoyed by the constant comments from your boyfriend, you leaned up off his lap and kissed him, shutting the brunette up immediately. He didn’t even argue at the action and simply melted into the kiss, pulling you closer.

He cupped his hand behind your head, protecting your head as you began to fall against the back of the couch, Laurance now hovering over you.

You light pushed against his chest, making him pull back and look at you with eyes glazed over with love.

You breathed heavily, trying to take in the air you were missing mere seconds ago.“Do you want to watch the movie or not, Laurance?”

He smirked as he tilted your chin up. “Honestly? I’d rather watch you all evening.”

And with that, he dived back down and continued to kiss you.

The two of you won’t be finding out who the culprit was in Knives Out any time soon.

GARROTH

You knew what to expect at this point.

As Garroth hounded you into another room as he set up the surprise movie, you wondered what film it would be this time.

First clue you had was that it was definitely an animated film, seeing as Garroth often looked to escape reality within hand-crafted movies.

But that was simply it, no other hints besides being animated. Which, thinking about just how many cartoon films there were, really didn’t narrow it down for you.

You had nothing against animated movies, so really this was just a fun little surprise watch that you two would have every other week (when he was in charge of the movie).

Garroth had been building up to this movie every week since you started this weekly routine. He had put it off initially to get you excited for it as the weeks passed by, and finally, this was the day.

You heard him scramble about the living room, whispering to himself as he set the movie up. You heard the click of buttons, the creaking of the floorboards, and the fluffing of some pillows before finally being let into the room.

This man had set up the area with all sorts of snacks and blankets, and most notably; a heap of pillows. Your eyebrows raised as you looked at the setup with a mix of confusion, but most importantly; excitement.

Garroth always loved to tell you all about his favorite movies or series, going into in-depth conversations about the background history behind it all and more.

This is something you loved about the blonde.

He loved to show you his interests, unafraid of expressing his love for it in every way, and you simply adored it. Watching him get excited and giddy over his favorite things was just absolutely adorable to see.

Of course, he would reciprocate the action and strongly listen whenever you would speak about your favorite things as well. His eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his legs back and forth, listening to you share your interest with a passion.

That’s the thing with your relationship; with both of you so interested in what the other has to say, it made for the perfect connection between you two. Sharing your interests was simply a love language the two of you had created during your time together.

As you plopped yourself on the couch, Garroth rushed over, sliding next to you on the sofa. He tossed your favorite blanket over both of you before passing you the bowl full of popcorn.

You smiled as you looked from the bowl to your boyfriend. “Someone seems prepared.”

He turned to you grinning from ear to ear. “So? Are you excited?!”

You nodded, smiling at just how adorable he looked. With his blonde curls flopping up and down as he bobbed with excitement. You could barely respond as you looked into his shining cerulean eyes.

He was everything.

He draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer, before reaching to press play on the remote.

The way his eyes shined from the light of the screen was simply awe inspiring.

As the film opened up, a strange sense of deja vu filled your mind. Hadn’t you seen these opening credits before?

You turned to look at Garroth, raising your eyebrows in question, but he only responded with a wide grin. He had something up his sleeve, it seemed.

As you pressed play, it was only a matter of time before your eyes were met with the sight of the sun.

With a big headed blue alien falling from the sky.

You turned to look at Garroth with a smirk only to find him leaning on his palm looking at you expectantly.

“Well?”

“Garroth, we’re like two minutes into the movie.” You giggled. “You can’t exactly get my reaction just yet.”

He pulled you in by your waist, hiding his face in your neck. “Oh come on! I need to know!”

You giggled as you felt the scruff of his beard graze your neck.

“G-Garroth! I can’t focus on the movie like this!” He started to plant little kisses on your neck, keeping you distracted from watching the awesome, amazing, fantastic movie that is ‘Megamind’; the 2010 animated Dreamworks film.

He pulled you onto his lap, and proceeded to tickle you on both sides of your abdomen.

“I know I planned on having you watch one of my favorite movies… but Irene, is your smile infectious!” He chuckled. “I just can’t get enough of it!”

After countless minutes of pushing and pulling, you eventually were able to push his hands away, convincing him to let you watch the movie as you sat on his lap.

By the end of the film, he had already begun nodding off with a huge grin plastered on his face.

The two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch as the credits rolled, cuddled up on the couch, covered by your favorite blanket.

As Garroth began to stir, he awoke to you in his arms. He smiled as he let his head rest on your head, pulling you closer to him. He couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth you radiated.

The both of you ended up sleeping through the rest of the night huddled together.

KATELYN

As you finally finish setting up the snacks and drinks for your annual movie night, your girlfriend, Katelyn, seems to be struggling to find a movie from the endless catalog.

She groaned as she laid her head against the arm of the coach, aimlessly scrolling through the ‘Featured Movies’ tab on Hulu.

“Have you found a movie yet?” You called from the kitchen, bringing over the trays with the assortment of goodies stacked upon them.

As you placed them on the ottoman in front of you, Katelyn swiftly picked up a handful of popcorn and stuffed it in her mouth.

“No, not yet.” She responded, the sentence muffled as she chewed the popcorn. She swallowed before pressing the arrows on the remote again and again, seemingly looking for anything of interest. “Ugh, there’s nothing interesting to watch on here! Either it’s too sappy, too long, or just straight to streaming movies!”

You flopped onto the couch next to her, offering your hand out to take the remote from her and look for yourself, in which she obliged.

Within minutes, you were stuck in the same endless mountains of titles that she was in, movie after movie not catching your eye in any way, shape, or form.

You eventually went to lay your head on her thighs, continuing to scroll, occasionally reading titles aloud as you went along.

“Vacation Friends?” “Too commercial,” Katelyn replied. “I need something different.” You scrolled once more, landing on another movie.

She started to play with your hair as you let your cheek squish against her thigh. “How about The Valet?” You asked, looking up at her.

“Too long! Plus it’s a comedy romance from goddamn Hulu, it has no chance.”

After scrolling for about five more minutes, you hovered upon another movie.

“How about this one-” “Nope!”

You leaned up, raising your head from her lap and pouting. “If you keep this up, we’ll never find a movie to watch tonight!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault Hulu’s movie selection is utter garbage!”

The two of you only had Hulu for its shows; Brooklyn-Nine-Nine, Futurama, etc, so really it was a rare occasion whenever the two of you would find something on here that you’d both enjoy. Of course, you don’t have any other streaming services, so your options are limited.

That’s when it hit you.

“How about we use a pirate site?”

And with that, Katelyn pulled you in, peppering kisses along your cheek. “You know me so well, Sweetheart.” In which she tilted you backwards, allowing you to rest fully across her lap, giving her ample space to continue playing with your hair.

Within a few minutes, you screenshared your iPhone to the TV, allowing you to browse the site with easy viewing.

As you scrolled through the ‘New Arrivals’ page on the site, it wasn’t long before the two of you spotted the same movie, looking at each other with a nod.

That was when the two of you began to watch ‘Bottoms’.

Of course, a satirical comedy based around girls who kiss each other would be a top choice for the evening. Straight romances were far too overrated.

The two of you tended to watch the movies you chose uninterrupted, but on rare occasions where the two of you crave affection, you’d end up cuddling so much that you’d miss the second half of the film.

This seemed to be one of those nights, as during the scene where they blew up the football player’s car, Katelyn hoisted you up to sit on her lap.

Their kiss getting interrupted by the explosion seemed to annoy her, to which she found a better solution: you.

She squeezed your hips as she began to plant soft kisses along your neck, causing you to giggle.

“K-Katelyn! Pfft- what are you doing?”

She smirked, letting her hot breath hover over your neck. “Doing what I’ve been waiting for all night.”

She let herself wander up your neck, and across your cheek, before finally resting on your very own lips. She pulled you closer as she passionately kissed you, biting at your lip and seeking entrance almost immediately.

You pulled back to take a breath, your cheeks tinted. “Someone’s getting impatient I assume?” You teased.

Katelyn then tightened the grip on your hips, causing you to squeak.

She giggled, “That’s one hell of an assumption, I’ll tell ya’.” Before pulling you in for yet another kiss.

Out of nowhere she pulled your legs apart, allowing you to straddle her on the couch.

As Katelyn kept fighting for dominance, which frankly wasn’t that hard since you weren’t trying, you let your own hands wander around her neck, looping behind her to pull her closer.

“What was that about me being impatient?” She chuckled, before heading back in to bruise your lips for the rest of the evening.

That was when her leg moved between yours, causing you to practically yelp.

“How about we take this upstairs, alright?”

All it took was a single nod before she hoisted you into her arms and began towards the stairs.

This was going to be a long night.

LUCINDA

It was no surprise to you that your girlfriend would pick a horror movie.

She pretended at first that she didn’t know what to watch, asking for any ideas from you while knowing you wouldn’t have any.

That’s when she quickly clicked onto on demand, rented a movie, and pressed play within a matter of minutes.

“Hey, babe, I rented out a movie for us!” She smiled as she shook your leg with her hand to get your attention.

You had been pretending to scroll through your phone as she looked around, when in reality your eyes were looking just above the top of your phone to watch her make a b-line towards the film she had so clearly planned to watch from the start.

The fact that she rented it before asking you in the first place was just another sign of her devious plan.

You could tell from the sinister smile that she had ulterior motives.

This witch simply wanted to scare you.

Even after being with her for months now, you still couldn’t stomach most horrors.

Lucinda knew this.

So that brought up the question; why a horror movie?

As the movie began to play, you scooched closer to her, allowing your head to fall on her shoulder.

You tilted your head just enough to which you could look at your red-headed lover, finding her menacing smile replaced with a smirk.

“So… what are we watching?”

“You’ll see.” Was all she said.

You’ll see? Oh, you were in for a ride.

As the movie began to play, you quickly took notice of what seemed to be a panicked security guard along with a screen monitor, looking through a bunch of cameras.

No goddamn way.

“Lucinda… are we watching Five Nights At Freddy’s?”

She looked at you with a fake look of confusion. “What are you talking about?” You leaned off of her, causing her to frown. As you kneeled on the couch you gestured to the TV.

“The movie we’re watching. You rented Five Nights At Freddy's, didn’t you?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Babe, you’re crazy. Why would I put on that?”

“Well, seeing as we watched The Hunger Games last week… I’d assume to see Josh Hutcherson.”

With that, she pushed you over, pinning you to the couch. With her hands on both sides of your head, she straddled your lap, looming above you.

“You know, I’m a bit offended you thought I picked this movie simply to see an actor that starred within it.” She leaned down, breathing deeply by your ear. “Do you truly think I have such low standards for picking films, hm?” You stuttered while trying to respond, feeling her lips press against your skin, before you felt a pressure on your neck. She started to suck on the soft flesh, littering your neck with bruises of all shapes and colors.

That was when a loud scream came from the TV causing you to sit up in shock.

That was short lived though, as a frustrated Lucinda pushed you back down on the couch.

She slowly moved her pointer finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah… where do you think you’re going?” Your breath hitched simply from the burning look in her red eyes.

“I… I was going to turn down the volume-” She brought her finger to your lips, shushing you. “And who said you could do that, Darling?”

A lump was caught in your throat as you swallowed.

As she began to lean down, a stray strand of hair fell in front of her face. You couldn’t help yourself and the next thing you knew, you were tucking it behind her ear.

“Well, well, aren’t you a cutie.” Her voice was low as she leaned down again. This time she started to bite and nip at your neck as if it were a feast laid before her.

She hummed as she bit down, sending chills down your spine. All you could do was whimper her name as she attacked your neck continuously.

“Do you want to know the real reason I put on such a movie?” You nodded as she tilted her head, beginning to bite your bottom lip.

“I just wanted to slowly break you down as the jumpscares played.” She smirked. “Is it so wrong to want to see you jump and shake not just at the noises, but by my touch as well?”

So that’s why.

“Now, be a good little Darling and stay still for me, okay?”

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

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concretejunglefm · 3 months ago

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Wonderland.

Summary: After being a curious cat, snooping through Noah’s phone brings you a delightful surprise.

CW: none really, mostly fluff with a little melancholic undertone.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

AN: this is a series in collaboration with @bloody-spades which the masterlist of can be found here.

Curiosity killed the cat, and you shouldn’t have been looking—snooping, but Noah has never kept anything from you. And even now, what you’ve discovered isn’t hidden per se; it’s right there for you to easily find.

He’s forever engrossed in his phone, a sly smile playing on his lips as he discreetly glances between you and the screen before tucking it away.

Curiosity always gets the better of you, and you ask; “What were you doing?”

His response is always a soft, dismissive laugh, “Oh, nothing.”

That’s precisely why you can’t resist the urge to peek and see what he’s up to.

A swipe on a locked phone screen. A phone passcode. You’re in.

And that’s when you notice it—a widget at the top left corner of the screen, displaying a picture of your face. For a moment, your thumb hovers over the picture before you press it, leading you directly to a photo album.

Photos—dozens, maybe even hundreds—you don’t know.

The album captures a wide range of moments, from shared experiences to candid moments of you barely glancing at him, unaware of his chance to snap another photo of you. Some of these moments are what you might consider your worst, when you’re most relaxed with your hair up and wearing one of his recently worn hoodies that you’ve stolen.

The more you scroll, the more your chest starts to tighten.

You’re no stranger to having photos taken. Many of your formative years were documented in various ways until they stopped. Class photos or ones with friends became you choosing to hide yourself in the background, hoping to disappear from view and not be noticed.

Even in the crew photos with the bands you joined on tour, you remained the same, seeking refuge behind whoever you could to conceal yourself—not that Oli would ever allow you to.

It’s almost terrifying to feel cared for by someone after being accustomed to being alone. Naturally, you had family, friends, and boyfriends throughout your life, but over time, the people in your photos faded away.

Anyone of significance always slipped through your grasp.

And though you won’t admit it aloud, but you’re terrified of that happening again.

“What are you up to?”

Noah's voice startles you, but there’s no accusatory tone in it. He’s not about to reprimand you for invading his privacy and lecture you. That’s not his style. He always seems to be gentle with you, even when he finds you doing the silliest things. You can especially tell when his expression turns to one of concern

“Baby?”

He settles on the edge of the bed, and you crawl over, Noah pulling you into his lap. You cling to him, suddenly realizing that your eyes are wet from tears, though they’re not tears of sadness. Instead, they’re tears of overwhelming happiness, bursting forth and manifesting in the streaks of tears now running down your cheeks.

“I found the photos,” you manage to choke out in a mumbled voice.

You want to feel silly for becoming so emotional over something so simple—a collection of photos. But it doesn’t feel silly because for once, you feel special to someone, not just anyone, but Noah, the man who has brought you a sense of safety and warmth that you can never truly remember feeling.

You want to hold onto that feeling, onto him, and never let go.

“The photos?” Noah asks, realization dawning on him quickly. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and nestles into your hair as his slender fingers tangle within it. “Snooping around my personal collection, were you? There are some comedy gold ones in there too.” He chuckles, and it makes you laugh, a mix of laughter and tears.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Noah whispers against your crown, another kiss lingering there before he rests his cheek against the spot.

He says it so casually, as if it’s not the first time he’s said it, and technically, it isn’t. He’s said it before, but you’ve never been able to say it back.

The words get stuck in your throat, no matter how hard you try to say them, despite your wishes and willpower. It’s the first time you’ve had something that means a great deal to you, that you’re afraid of letting go, or scared you’ll lose.

You can’t say the words, but you know them to be true; I love you, too.

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bisexualtwinkk · 5 months ago

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cherry pt.1 tyler joseph

famous!reader x tyler joseph from twenty one pilots

summary: you out yourself in front of a whole stadium about you crush on tyler.

a/n: I haven’t found many fics about tyler and I felt like contributing to the cause, xoxo, also, I tried to incorporate instagram posts here to make it more interesting, stealing lana del rey’s discography here btw, promise more in person interaction on part 2. PART 2 HERE.

breathing was difficult at this point, running from one end of the stage to the other, singing and dancing, interacting with fans, trying to make the concert the best experience for them.

“girl, you’re killing it tonight, damn!” carol, your manager, said while taking the sweat off your forehead before the next set.

“killing my lungs, actually” barely any sound coming out of your lips “I’m gonna need a gallon of water after this”

you can hear the screams while the screens showed some visuals to give you time to recover and retouch your makeup.

“hey, what was the name of the singer from that band that you like? I saw on twitter that he is here” red lipstick now adorning your lips, changing the light brown from before.

“I like a lot of bands, carol, any more details to give?” the two of you jogged across the dressing room to the platform that puts you on stage.

“one minute” a voice yelled from a distance.

“the one with the black neck and one with red hair, something about pilots” a comb ran through your hair for the last time before continuing with the show.

“tyler joseph? you have to be kidding, carol!” your head moving fast towards her, screaming loud while securing the in-ear monitor, the same voice from before starting to count down. “now I’m going to faint in front of the guy before meeting him, you know twenty one pilots are my favorite, god!”

“10 seconds, guys”!

“good luck out there, love you” she threw a kiss at you, making you smile while the platform went up, revealing the entire arena full of people.

“oh, hi there” a crew member handed you a guitar for the next song, “so, you know I’m a big fan girl, I tend to cry went I met celebrities from time to time” the first chords of the song cherry played through the speakers, “and someone told me backstage, that my favorite bandito is here”, the arena went crazy as you played the beginning of bandito.

“yeah, I know!” you smiled from ear to ear, seeing how thrilled everyone was “this next song doesn’t have any relationship with twenty one pilots or any of its members, by the way” a subtle laugh from the fans made you smile more, “but in all seriousness, I truly love twenty one pilots, my favorite band ever, and is truly an honor that tyler is here at my concert!” your hands touching your chest and your mouth open, exaggerating your surprise.

“I don’t actually know where he is, but I want you to know that I love you, in a no creepy way obviously” your eyes danced through the thousands of people in front of you “you guys get me, right? normal fan girl things, having their faces as wallpaper, having posters, reading some fanfics maybe” redness covered your face, moving your head side to side, “ignore that, shit, this is cherry”

the concert ended an hour after that, leaving the fans full of memorable moments, and you feeling ecstatic, running backstage to check your phone and rest. laying on the couch with a bottle of water on hand, you scrolled instagram, almost howling while seeing the first photo in your timeline.

liked by joshuadun, twentyonepilots, billieeilish, yourusername and others.

tylerrjoseph any fanfic recommendations for your favorite bandito?

clancymyking omg my dreams came true

twentytwopilots STOP I’M SCREAMING

joshuadun well played

yourusername i have some

see all comments

your phone buzzing with notificacions after that comment, putting your phone on no disturb mode was the only way to calm you anxiety just a little, a million thoughts running thru your head.

he thinks I’m a weirdo

he’a gonna blocked me

I’m gonna get banned from their concerts

“okey, at least he took it with humor, it could be worst, yeah” your own mind tried to calm you, but your heart keep going like you were being chase by a lion.

with trembling fingers, you picked your phone, opening instagram again, reading all the comments, some being positive and very funny, and some saying you were a creep, which was almost true.

the next hour was dedicated to reading comments on instagram and twitter until carol came to take you out of the venue, which usually take two hours, and after refreshing the discovery page on instagram and reposting a few stories from fans on your stories, you decided to check your inbox, a verified account catching your eyes immediately.

tylerrjoseph send you a message.

oh shit. shit. shit. shit

your phone flew away to the other couch, to afraid to open the message, your gaze frozen, looking at the phone like it was going to explote any minute from now. still debating between reading it or delete you entire account, you grabbed your phone and opened the message with your eyes closed.

tylerrjoseph hi! great concert, favorite song was cherry:)

oh, not as bad as you thought, still a little embarrassing.

yourusername oh my god i’m sososo sorry about that, i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that. thank u for going to the show, you are truly an inspiration and i’m so honored that you listen to what i sing, again i’m sorry

tylerrjoseph dont worry at all! im flattered, i truly am, thank you for dedicate a minute of your show to talk about me

yourusername i could spend all day talking about you!

yourusername again, weird, sorry about that, i mean its nothing! you are such a talented person, truly!

tylerrjoseph you’re funny, we should talk some time, like about music and stuff, or anything really, if you would like that, no pressure:)

“tyler freaking joseph wants to talk to me” that sentence keep repeating over and over, making you squeeze your phone a little more tighter than usual.

yourusername of course!

to excited, toned it down.

yourusername i mean, we can do that, i have some time off in a couple of days actually

much better.

tylerrjoseph awesome, you can send me your schedule and i can work around it

tylerrjoseph also im still waiting for those fanfic recommendations;)

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chaoticbardlady99 · 8 months ago

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Astarion being able to taste food again and he bites a lemon, rind and all

I have no idea if this was your vision, but it was very fun for me to write! Thank you for the hilarious prompt!

Living Astarion x GN! Tav mentioned

It has been approximately two days since Astarion had used the Wish Scroll and became a living, breathing person and it has been a very bizarre and disorienting experience.

For starters, Tav is nowhere to be found in their shared house and Astarion isn’t able to use scent to find him anymore so Gods only knows where they wandered off to. Then he woke up absolutely fucking parched and downed a ton of water at once- quickly learning that doing that is not a fun time for a variety of reasons (he definitely didn’t almost piss himself walking home from Sorcerer Sundries).

And now? Well now his fucking stomach is growling and he has a plethora of blood, but there is no food until Tav comes back from wherever.

Astarion has never felt more irritated in his entire life- not even looking at his reflection and messing with his hair is helping.

The pain in his stomach is gnawing and awful- he almost feels as bad as he did when he needed blood, but these cramps make it hard to breathe and breathing is a necessity now and-

Why did I want to be mortal again? Astarion begins to panic, why didn’t I just wish to be able to walk in the sun instead? Or quite literally anything else!?

Stop it! He chastises himself, you are just hungry, this is not the end of the world. You will adjust eventually.

It takes 10 more minutes of Tav not showing up for Astarion to truly lose it. He is on the verge of tears and a toddler-like fit- what in the hell is happening to him!?

He throws open the pantry with the force of a thousand men and the tears of a rejected teenager- he would care about the state of the cabinet if he wasn’t so ravenous. That’s a future Astarion problem now.

He grabs the one and only thing he can find- a lemon, something he hasn’t tried yet.

Astarion drops the lemon with his shaking hands and screams at the ceiling, pouncing on the lemon on the floor, and proceeds to bite into the whole thing. He’s seen Tav eat apples this way, lemons can’t be all that different.

Oh, but he was wrong, so horribly wrong.

Astarion coughs and sputters- desperately trying to get the acidity out of his mouth and the thick skin. The more he chews it, the more it feels like leather and the taste just gets worse.

AND then he discovers are FUCKING SEEDS when he tries to bite down on one and hurts his teeth.

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“GO-” he begins to choke on the content in his mouth and he can’t help but think of the ridiculous irony of him coming back to life just to die two days later.

A fist to his stomach helps him to finally spit all of it out- coughing and crying. Some of the lemon also went up into his nose and he really thought he knew what real pain is. He is beginning to realize that he doesn’t know pain at all and his new pain tolerance is incredibly low.

“Astarion!” Tav chastises him, checking him with a panic and wiping away his tears, “what happened, my Love!?”

He cries, hugging Tav- thank GODS they are finally back!

“I was hungry and really uncomfortable and so I grabbed what we had left.”

Tav looks at him and then down at the floor where the culprit lies. They look back up at Astarion and he can see them fighting not to laugh.

“Astarion,” Tav says slowly, struggling with holding it together, “lemons need to be peeled before you eat them. Also they are more for beverages and as a flavor adder of sorts.”

He scoffs, “That explains it- and did you know they have seeds!?”

Tav explains that most fruits have seeds- which absolutely pisses him right off- but Tav eventually brings in the groceries and makes him something to eat. He scarfs it down.

“Better than the lemon?” Tav asks with a cheeky grin.

Astarion nods happily and goes back to enjoying his food. Tav kisses his cheek and goes to clean up the ridiculous lemon on the floor- reminding themselves to not let the pantry run out again.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion romance #bg3 #astarion x you #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion

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rafeskai · 6 months ago

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Game On | Gamer!Rafe Cameron x Gamer!Reader

Leveling Up

Summary: After your first game of Call of Duty with Rafe, what began as a casual gaming session quickly turned into a growing friendship. Rafe’s support and encouragement not only helped you improve but also gave you the confidence to explore a new world of gaming. When he introduced you to his squad, you found a place where you truly belonged, forming bonds with the group and deepening your connection with Rafe.

Pairings: gamer!reader & gamer!rafe

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: Another random 'chapter' to this AU

The next day, you sat down at your console, still buzzing from your game with Rafe the night before. It was your first time playing Call of Duty, and you had to admit—having Rafe guide you through it had made all the difference. You didn’t expect much out of gaming, but somehow, it had turned into something more.

As you scrolled through your friend requests, you spotted a notification: killshotking had added you. You smiled, your heart skipping a beat. You had a feeling he might, but seeing it pop up made it real. You quickly accepted the request.

Almost immediately, a message popped up from him.

killshotking: “Yo, it’s Rafe. You on? Want to play again?”

You hesitated only for a second before typing back.

angelhunter201: “Definitely. You up for a rematch?”

A few seconds later, he replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

killshotking: “Let’s do it. I’ll invite you to the party.”

The sound of an invite popped up, and you joined the party chat, ready for round two. As the game loaded, Rafe's voice came through your headset, smooth as ever.

“Ready to kick some ass today?” he asked, his voice playful but with that underlying competitive tone.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, your fingers gripping the controller with a little more confidence than before.

The match began, and this time, you were on your own a bit more, but Rafe still guided you when needed. There was something comforting about his voice, a mix of experience and encouragement that helped ease your nerves.

“Good job on the flank,” he praised after you took out an enemy trying to sneak behind your team. “You’re getting the hang of it fast.”

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks, even though he couldn’t see it. “Thanks. I think I’m finally starting to understand the map a bit.”

The game flowed better this time, and you were making plays you hadn’t thought you could. Between the gameplay, you started talking more—asking Rafe how long he’d been playing, what other games he liked, and just getting to know him. You were still figuring out how to talk to him without sounding like a total noob, but Rafe seemed easygoing, never making you feel less-than.

“So, you’re pretty good at this,” you said between rounds, still not fully used to talking while playing. “How long have you been playing?”

“Been at it a while,” he replied casually. “Started when I was a teenager. It’s just kind of stuck with me.” He chuckled. “Kinda like a second job, but more fun.”

“You must be really good then. I’m still just trying to get the hang of everything.” You laughed lightly, not wanting to make it sound like you were fishing for compliments, but Rafe took it in stride.

“Hey, you’re killing it already,” he reassured you. “You might not realize it yet, but you’re picking it up fast. You should see the people I started with—no offense to them, but they weren’t as quick as you.”

You felt a rush of pride at his words. It was easy to get lost in the game, to forget how new you were when Rafe made you feel like a natural.

As the match wrapped up—another win for your team—you noticed that you weren’t just feeling good about the game. The conversations between rounds, the joking back and forth, had been... fun. You found yourself smiling more than you had in a while.

“So, uh…” You hesitated a little, not sure how to make the transition, but you figured it was worth a shot. “Do you have Discord? I was thinking it might be easier to chat there.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. You were starting to regret asking when Rafe’s voice came through, casual and a little surprised.

“Yeah, I do. That’s actually a great idea. It’d be easier than the in-game chat.” He sounded like he was already pulling up his app. “I’ll send you my handle.”

He quickly sent over his Discord username, and you added him right away. The second he accepted, the familiar ping of a new message appeared.

killshotking: “Yo, you good to play again soon?”

You quickly typed back, excited at the thought of playing with him again, but also eager to chat more outside the game.

angelhunter201: “I’m down. I’ve got some free time today if you want to team up again.”

The conversation flowed easily in Discord, and for the first time, you felt like you were building something more than just a gaming partnership. Rafe wasn’t just a player to you; there was something about him that made the whole experience feel different. He was kind, laid-back, but also competitive—exactly the kind of person you could enjoy spending time with, whether it was playing or just talking.

The next few hours passed in a blur, more games, more conversation, and as you logged off for the night, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just started something new.

You’d gone from a nervous newbie to someone who was excited to game again with someone who wasn’t just a teammate but maybe even a new friend... or something more.

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The next couple of weeks felt like a blur, but in the best way possible. You and Rafe had quickly settled into a rhythm of gaming together. What started as a casual invite to play Call of Duty turned into nightly gaming sessions, each one filled with laughs, playful banter, and some surprisingly deep conversations in between rounds.

You had learned so much from him—not just about the game but about life in general. Rafe had a laid-back attitude, but there was an undercurrent of determination in everything he did, whether it was playing a match or talking about his goals outside of gaming. It was that same energy that made you keep coming back, eager to talk to him and team up again.

One evening, as you logged in for another session, Rafe had a surprise for you.

"Hey, got a minute before we queue up?" he asked, his voice casual but with a hint of excitement.

"Yeah, what's up?" you replied, adjusting your headset.

"So, my boys are on tonight. Figured I’d invite you to squad up with us." He paused, adding, "I think you're ready to hang with the crew."

You hesitated for a moment. It was one thing to game with Rafe, but meeting his friends—especially if they were anything like him—was a whole different level. You hadn’t expected to be introduced to anyone else, but it seemed like Rafe trusted you enough to bring you into his circle.

"Uh… sure, why not?" you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "I’m down."

"Sweet," Rafe responded with a grin you could practically hear through the mic. "It’s gonna be fun. Just hang tight."

Within a minute, you were in a party chat with Rafe and three other people. You could hear them laughing and chatting already, their voices blending into one cohesive, casual atmosphere.

"Alright, guys," Rafe spoke up, and the chatter quieted down a bit. "This is (Y/N). She��s been playing with me for a while now, and I think she can hold her own. (Y/N), this is Topper, Kelce, and JJ."

“Yo, welcome!” Topper’s voice came through loud and friendly. "Glad to have another one in the squad."

"Hey, hey," JJ added, a bit more laid-back but still welcoming. "Don’t worry, we go easy on the newbies. For the most part."

Kelce’s voice followed, quieter but still friendly. "Glad to meet you. Let’s see what you’ve got."

You smiled to yourself, feeling instantly at ease with their friendly, easygoing banter. Rafe had definitely picked a good group of people to hang out with. You quickly introduced yourself, and the group dove right into the match.

As the game progressed, you found yourself getting comfortable with the group dynamic. JJ’s dry humor kept everyone laughing between rounds, while Kelce was surprisingly tactical, always offering suggestions on strategy. Topper was the most competitive, always pushing everyone to play harder, but you could tell he respected the effort each person put in. And Rafe—well, Rafe was still your go-to teammate, always ready to guide you and make sure you felt included.

It wasn’t long before you had your own little moments with each of them. You had a blast joking with JJ, asking Kelce for tips on how to play smarter, and even getting a competitive streak going with Topper. But the best part? You felt like you were becoming one of the boys—like you’d found your place in this tight-knit group. Rafe had made sure of that, introducing you as a real member of the squad and not just a tagalong.

That night, after an especially intense match where your team pulled off a clutch win, Rafe messaged you on Discord.

killshotking: "See? Told you they’d like you. You fit right in with the crew."

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

angelhunter201: "Honestly, I didn’t expect to get along so well with everyone. You guys are great."

angelhunter201: "Yeah, we’re a good bunch. And you’re holding your own out there, so that makes you one of us for sure."

You felt a little burst of pride at that. It felt good to be accepted, not just as a gamer but as part of a team—part of Rafe’s circle.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of late-night gaming sessions. You had started to improve drastically, and the more you played with Rafe and his friends, the more you started to feel like you truly belonged in their group. It wasn’t just about the game anymore—it was about the camaraderie, the inside jokes, and the way Rafe always had your back.

As you spent more time with them, you couldn’t deny that something had shifted. Your connection with Rafe had grown deeper. There were those little moments during gameplay where you’d catch him looking out for you, giving you an extra boost of confidence or a tip to help you improve. You weren’t sure if it was just the way he was, or if there was something more there, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart raced when he smiled or the way your stomach fluttered when he complimented you on a play.

One evening, as the game wrapped up and the team started to log off, you stayed behind, wanting to talk to Rafe.

“Hey,” you started, feeling a bit nervous. “You, uh… you’ve been really cool to me. I just wanted to say thanks for introducing me to the crew. It’s been a blast.”

Rafe chuckled, his voice warm and easy. “Of course, (Y/N). You fit in with us. You’ve earned your spot, no question.”

You felt that familiar flutter again, but you brushed it off. “I guess I’ve still got a lot to learn, huh?”

“Don’t worry,” Rafe said, his tone softening. “We’re all learning. Just having fun along the way.”

You smiled, but this time, it wasn’t just about the game.

The connection between you and Rafe was becoming undeniable, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it might look like outside of the game, in the real world. But for now, you were content—content with your spot in the group, and more importantly, content with the way you and Rafe had begun to level up, both in the game and in getting to know each other.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #obx #obx x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron request #rafe cameron season 4 #drew starkey fanfiction #game on by rafeskai #game on

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