#unlike. cough. last year

[brokenrefraction]

i keep thinking i need to draw something for crimis but i realise i should probably just chill and celebrate so ill probably do it another day

[sincere1ystar]

Loved You First

rafe cameron x fem! reader | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

Two years ago, Rafe left the island without saying a word. Unknowingly to him, you were pregnant all along. When he finally comes back, he’s desperate to get you back not knowing it’s more complicated than it seems.

𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Two years ago. That’s when you last saw Rafe Cameron. And during those two years you were pregnant for nine months with his baby. Not that he knew though.

It was difficult to say the least, and if it wasn’t for your little girl Julie , your heart would have never recovered. She was only about a year and a half, but she was sunshine in human form. Julie had the same eyes as her father that destroyed your idea of love, but she had your kind and giving spirit. She had the same smile as the man who left you one day for good, but she had your fondness for animals. Sure many of her physical attributes came from Rafe, but her heart was all you.

Maybe Rafe disappearing without a single explanation or goodbye was the reason you swore off affection for good. Everyone knew it did, but you insisted that your decision to lock the door of love and throw awake the key was to focus on yourself and your baby. Plus it’s not like you haven’t moved on. Well, maybe not romantically speaking, but you’ve moved on with your life. You had a job as a waitress at the local diner and even though Julie didn’t have her dad in the picture, your friends made sure that she had many aunts and uncles to shower her with love and care.

Of course you still struggled. Providing for a child was expensive, especially with only having a waitress job to support the two of you. On top of it all pathetic as it was, you still thought about Rafe even though it was two years since he left without a word. What if he stayed? He hadn’t even known you were pregnant, you never got the chance to tell him.

You constantly found yourself dwelling on these what-ifs. But it’s not like anything would change, your paths would never cross for. The thought was solidified in your head until you heard the news. Rafe was back on the island.

Well he technically wasn’t back permanently. But he’s been coming back and forth for buisness trips, and each time you’ve managed to skillfully avoid him. Not like it was hard, The two main places you spent your time was the diner and home anyway.

The first time you saw him in person after everything was at the diner. One of your friends was babysitting little Julie as you were working a double shift that day. You were giggling at a joke on of your coworkers made when the door chimed open.

“Hey what can I get started for you”— The menu in your hands was now dropped onto the floor once you saw who it was. Rafe. Your ex lover and the father of your child, who didn’t even know he was a father.

You weren’t going to let him see you weak. You weren’t going to let him see you flustered while stumbling over your words. “Sorry about that. What can i get started for you again?”

“Hey.. Can we talk?”, Rafe asks not even bothering to look at the menu placed in front of him. Unlike you, he wasn’t caught off guard in the least. He must have found out you were working at the diner somehow.

Two years. Two years since he left without a word. It didn’t matter whether or not he knew you were pregnant or not, he still left. And you were determined to not let him back in that easy. “I’m sorry that’s not an option on our menu. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“I just need five minutes—“

“So what can I get started for you today? Our appetizers are on the front page”.

“Fine play it like that. I’ll take a water then”.

Before he can say anything else you turn back, your heels stomping during each step. He’s back? Why did he have to come here out of all place? Who does he think he is asking to talk? He’s the one who left two years ago without saying a word. If your boss hadn’t let out a small cough to interrupt your thoughts, you wouldn’t have realized that the cup in your hand was overflowing as you poured the water mindlessly.

He stayed there the rest of the day. Still sitting in that little booth just ordering a glass of water over and over again. And everytime you went over to ask if he’d like the check, he’d beg for a chance to talk again and again. Why was he desperately trying to fix things after two whole years? Did he know about.. No no he couldn’t.

Of course you were closing that night, which meant that you couldn’t escape Rafe as you locked up the diner for the night. You were tired of his attempts and just wanted to go home to your daughter.

“Just five minutes”, Rafe pleaded once again. “You know what no I’ll take two minutes of your time that’s all. Promise”.

“Listen I know I’m an idiot I know”, he started, And I left and I was stupid and it took me two years to realize”-

You stop him right there not willing to hear another word. “Yeah you were stupid. I don’t want your pity or your apologizes. It was two years ago Rafe, I’m sure we both moved on”. You start walking towards the nearest bus stop as Rafe follows close behind.

“Wait! Wait okay okay! I’m not asking for your forgiveness okay?.. I uh need a place to stay”, his words rush and overflow out of his mouth. He was desperate to get you to listen to him. Even if he had to lie about needing a place to stay.

His words stop you in your tracks. “A place to stay? I know you sold your place back at Tannyhill a while back but you don’t have… a rental house or something?”

“Not anymore… I sold it. And all the hotels are fully booked around here”.

Rafe knew it was a reach, and didn’t expect you to comply. If it wasn’t peak tourism season at the island you wouldn’t have believed him. “Fine. You can stay over at my house for a night”.

You were always sweet. Even to the man that abandoned you without a word. It’s just who you were. You could pretend to be cold and heartless in front of Rafe, but you both knew deep down that wasn’t who you were.

It’s a long and awkward bus ride, Rafe tries to speak every now and then but you quickly shut him down. He’s suddenly quiet once the two of you reach your place though. It’s… modest to say the least. Not in the best neighborhood either, but who was he t judge anyway. Being judgmental wasn’t going to get you back.

He notices how you have to practically kick open the door in order to get it unlocked. He also notices how small and cramped your place is. What does catch him off guard is the little girl running into your arms the minute you open the door.

“Mamaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, little Julie squeals as she toddles over to you and throws herself into your arms. Your friend who was babysitting her just chuckles at the little girl’s reaction and gets up from her spot on the couch.

“How has it been a year and a half already? She’s growing too fast”, your friend coos as you agree.

You quickly thank her for watching your Julie, hoping she won’t notice Rafe on her way out and by some miracle she doesn’t. But little Julie does as she giggles and waves to him from over your shoulder.

The door shutting from your friend’s exit is what forces Rafe out of his thoughts. That little girl in your arms was your daughter Was she his daughter too? He didn’t even need to ask, she had to be. With those eyes she had there was no doubt about it.

You don’t have to say anything to Rafe. The look you give him says it all.

[smileysuh]

choices

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh & Lee Haechan & Jung Jaehyun x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too. 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, foursome, multiple reader orgasms, oral (both m/f recieving), blow job, pussy eating, overstim, multiple sex positions, dirty talk, praise, size kink, choking, spanking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Squeak.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 9.7k 

🍭 aus. Uni au, non idol au, best friends to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This was originally a Pentagon fic from 2022, but that was three and half years ago so I revamped it for this month’s NCT fic :) I put a lot of effort into this fic when it came out, I always liked the story and the way the dynamic flowed, and the NCT fandom is so much larger than the Pentagon one, so I figured why not

“What are you thinking about?” Johnny asks as he takes a seat next to you. You make room for your large friend by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing him to slip under them.

His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Haechan has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it during a drunken game of beer pong with Lee Taeyong, who was very flustered when he lost and had to actually cough up the couch.

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Taeyong hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part-time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Haechan has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years, countless people have worn it down. 

“This couch,” you breathe, leaning your head to the side against the cushion. 

“How high are you?” Johnny laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous man, who had rolled into your life around the same time Haechan and Jaehyun had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had all been sent to some preppy teenager summer camp. Jaehyun, Haechan, and Johnny had all bonded immediately, and the three were easygoing enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for the man from Chicago had turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since, even going to the same university now. 

“For real,” Johnny says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring-clad hand through his tousled locks. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid,” you sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you a grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills,” Haechan sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch, and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during Haechan’s process of forcing himself between you and Johnny.

The youngest of your three male friends has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Jaehyun?” you smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Haechan shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Doyoung” 

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Haechan, and he reluctantly accepts it. “Doyoung makes the most stupid yet strong drinks of all of us. Someone really needs to teach him how to actually make a cocktail.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow,” Johnny chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip. 

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Jaehyun?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while,” Haechan says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Johnny asks.

“Maybe.” Haechan cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be,” Johnny responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them. 

“Stop being so grumpy.” Haechan shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see. 

“I’m not being grumpy,” you insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Jaehyun and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture,” you sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak,” Johnny chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny little nugget next to your three male friends. 

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet,” Haechan rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Haechan!” You and Johnny both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Haechan’s lap while Johnny shoves him, and the obviously tipsy man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile. 

“Why are we fighting Haechan?” Comes a tired voice, and Jaehyun tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“Haechan’s being a bad boy,” you respond, fingers finding Jaehyun’s soft, dark hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Haechan insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Johnny chuckles.

“I’m missing something,” Jaehyun says from your lap, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his, “tell me?” 

“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit,” Haechan states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Jaehyun teases, looking at his friend with an expression of smug disbelief.

“Well-” Haechan visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in you guys' friendship,” Jaehyun says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again. He turns onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy,” Haechan fires back immediately, and his ears turn an even brighter red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you,” Johnny says smoothly.

Haechan holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Johnny stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now,” he reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Haechan groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. 

You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

These three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Johnny expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Haechan playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me,” Jaehyun says in an almost wistful manner from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Johnny first sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Jaehyun,” Johnny scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Jaehyun laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Johnny by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” you sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your constant companions, who erupt into chaos. 

“You love us,” Johnny insists, while Jaehyun defends his behaviour, and Haechan pretends to look scandalized at the notion of being a ‘man slut’. 

The bickering subsides when Doyoung’s voice bellows “Haechan!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Jungwoo, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the mock frat house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Doyoung finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home. 

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Doyoung turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here,” Haechan says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at the ‘mojo dojo casa man house’, as Haechan had dubbed it when they moved in. In fact, last year, you’d spent pretty much the entire summer here before the university term had started up again.

“As always,” Doyoung sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three best friends. “Be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Haechan to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Johnny to hug you a little too hard one day- 

“No promises,” Haechan grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful. 

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they’re too demanding and you need an escape,” Doyoung warns you, earning some irritated sounds from your friends, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours,” Jaehyun insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Haechan. 

Doyoung rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her,” Johnny promises.

You’re truly trapped now. 

The moment the door is closed behind Doyoung, sealing you in with your best friends, Jaehyun and Haechan jump into action. The younger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Jaehyun mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Johnny tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving. 

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movie,” Haechan states.

“More drinks first,” Jaehyun insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Johnny’s fingers press gently into the skin of your hips, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steadily at your back. 

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities. Why do you always have to be the Haechan and Jaehyun tie breaker? 

“I don’t care.”

“Movies,” Haechan states again, pulling on your arm.

Jaehyun tugs your other side. “Drinks first.” 

Johnny sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Haechan, and you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay? I need to get the Doyoung mix taste out of my mouth.”

“No promises,” Jaehyun grins, pulling you away from Haechan successfully this time.

Johnny catches your eye, and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Jaehyun under control in the booze department. 

“You,” Jaehyun grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And I’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you, and you laugh at how cute he gets when he’s tipsy.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win,” you roll your eyes.

Haechan can’t cook (or do anything of the sort) to save his life, and Johnny- well, Johnny has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race. 

You have to admit, Jaehyun moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscles visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the leanest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women, for that matter. 

You’re so busy watching Jaehyun’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Jungwoo had bought it for Johnny for Secret Santa one year in an effort to get Johnny to agree to barbecue more often. 

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Jaehyun to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek. 

Jaehyun’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow. 

As Jaehyun sets the tray down, Haechan quickly reads the apron, stands, and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Jaehyun and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Jaehyun recoils with disgust, shoving Haechan, only to be attacked on the other side by Johnny, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Jaehyun’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me, Squeak!” 

“You wore the apron!” Haechan laughs, and you know he leaps at any opportunity to terrorize his friends. 

“Just drink your drinks,” Jaehyun groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Jaehyun Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Jungwoo, and you’re pretty sure Taeyong as well, so you wonder how many Jaehyun Cat Lives are even left. 

“Remember when I sat next to you earlier?” Johnny says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Johnny lets you get seated next to him, but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Jaehyun and Haechan, who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Chicago grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.” His voice is softer this time, and the tone of the discussion has shifted entirely. 

“Johnny-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Johnny-” Your voice is something near a whimper. You’re shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that have just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn,” he says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Haechan and Jaehyun- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty-handed. Unable to choose. 

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Jaehyun’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking,” Johnny shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking,” Haechan states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight,” Johnny says. 

However, when Johnny says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly. 

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive. 

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit,” Jaehyun agrees lightheartedly, leaning back against the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Haechan sits up in his seat, his hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? Two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Johnny’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point,” Johnny says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

You roll your eyes. “Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore,” Jaehyun interrupts you with a grin, his dimples perky amidst his alcohol blushed cheeks. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.” 

You stare at Jaehyun with shock for a moment, and then you look at Johnny, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Johnny meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on,” he prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am,” you respond, turning sideways in your corner section of the couch, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. 

Haechan is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Jaehyun is sitting perfectly still, and Johnny is meeting your gaze straight on, with an intensity unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Johnny’s hand squeezes your thigh, and it’s Haechan who mumbles a whiny, “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Johnny’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Johnny grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Johnny groans, fingers digging into your hips, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Jaehyun moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” you ask, looking past Jaehyun’s shoulder at Haechan, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out. 

“Then you like all three of us,” Johnny says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core. Even with both your pants in the way, you can tell he’s turned on, and it only makes you wetter. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” you breathe as Jaehyun releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hookup culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it,” Johnny tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before. 

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” you question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it. 

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome,” Jaehyun muses, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness that you identify as lust.

He’s never looked at you like this before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three,” you laugh, meeting Haechan’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Hyuck?”

“I think-” the youngest man coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Johnny stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear. 

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Johnny’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven't,” Johnny breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms. 

Jaehyun and Haechan are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences. There’s Haechan with his mischievous expressions and all black aesthetic- then there’s Jaehyun, looking as ethereal and statuesque as always. 

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” you ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Johnny steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Johnny retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything,” you frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Jaehyun?” 

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Haechan, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Johnny grins down at you, and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it. 

“You’re not getting it-” you whine, removing the pillow after a moment. 

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Johnny reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist right now. 

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Jaehyun snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet. 

“Our little Pip Squeak doesn’t get it,” Johnny tuts with a grin. “Haechan, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Jaehyun’s right side, and he’s watching you with an oddly pure expression. 

Haechan rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff,” he says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” you ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak,” Jaehyun says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Johnny explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two won't get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Jaehyun has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently. “What’s there to be upset about?”

“Besides,” Johnny lets out a small chuckle, “Haechan’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Jaehyun or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Haechan again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-” 

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Johnny finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about the consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Doyoung finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes,” Johnny chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him, and Johnny easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone lovingly. Johnny looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. 

You trust Johnny, and you trust Jaehyun, and Haechan. 

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly,’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck. You press your lips to his for the very first time, and it’s as if a wave of electricity runs through your entire body.

Johnny’s hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Johnny grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Johnny with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is. 

Jaehyun’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Johnny and back towards the new man behind you. Jaehyun grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact. 

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Jaehyun’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. 

Jaehyun’s teeth graze your jugular and Johnny breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin. 

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Johnny’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs. 

Then you remember the youngest man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Haechan-”

Johnny's knuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip, still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Johnny asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Haechan’s name while Jaehyun and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Johnny’s belt to drag him closer. 

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Jaehyun hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing. 

You moan around Johnny’s fingers, and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Jaehyun, “Haechan deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Jaehyun’s lips brush by your ear when he asks, “And we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Johnny pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Johnny’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder. 

“Fine,” Johnny says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Haechan first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let's make him wait,” Jaehyun suggests behind you, and a moment later, he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Johnny laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Jaehyun groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Jaehyun asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Johnny stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Haechan sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Johnny’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait,” he assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions,” Jaehyun mutters behind you, making both you and Johnny laugh.

Jaehyun must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea how long we’ve-” he groans, unable to finish his sentence. 

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Johnny had been eager but collected, Jaehyun is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you, and then his hands disappear for a moment, only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Jaehyun’s lips move to your neck, and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins its descent.  His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra, and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Jaehyun undoes the clasp, a new set of hands finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Jaehyun, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts. 

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Jaehyun to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours. 

Jaehyun’s mouth continues its downward trajectory, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Jaehyun looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Jaehyun immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off. 

“You’re in for it now,” Johnny chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Chicago, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face. 

You don’t have to ask what Johnny is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Jaehyun loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs, he definitely delivers.

Jaehyun pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty-covered core. He places an open-mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Haechan groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch,” Jaehyun responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core. A shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair. 

“Jaehyun-” you whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair, and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin. 

The bed dips next to you, and then a familiar hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you. 

Haechan looks down at you, eyes full of focus, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Haechan to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple. 

Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too. 

Jaehyun sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Haechan’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Jaehyun continues to lick and slurp at your entrance. Then, a moment later, two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

Jaehyun’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Haechan’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Jaehyun lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Haechan’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open. 

Haechan adjusts above you, moving between your legs slowly. He gives you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“Haechan?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky, as if he’s as confused about this turn of events as you are.

You push at his shoulders, and Haechan lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily. 

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you. 

You roll your hips, and you can feel Haechan’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Haechan’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt. 

“Off,” you mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Haechan had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Haechan kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans. 

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Haechan quickly, then begin your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Haechan looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Haechan into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Haechan while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Jaehyun. 

“I know you said you wanted him first.” The pretty man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Haechan so your back is now to Jaehyun’s chest. He runs his tongue from your shoulder up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in its wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Jaehyun releases a deep chuckle of amusement. He lets you go, shoving your back down roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Haechan once more.

You feel Jaehyun rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care; taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken way too long. 

One of Jaehyun’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Haechan, toes curling with anticipation.

Jaehyun chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart,” Jaehyun warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Haechan, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Jaehyun behind you and at full energy. 

Haechan doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan. 

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Jaehyun, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Haechan’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Jaehyun fucking you silly with even more intensity. 

“She feels so good,” Jaehyun groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in,” Johnny’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

Jaehyun simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Jaehyun grabs your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly. 

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Jaehyun’s amused laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Jaehyun’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere. 

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Jaehyun is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Jaehyun pushing you onto Haechan’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you try to find your breath. But when you shift, and feel Haechan’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Haechan. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Haechan’s hands find your waist, a wide-eyed look on his face. 

He's big. Considering the fact that Haechan is the shortest of your three friends, you’re shocked at how thick he is. 

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Jaehyun - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for Hyuck, who is spreading you open deliciously.

You press your palms flat to Haechan’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Haechan’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for your friend below you, who manhandles you despite your top position. 

You don’t care that Haechan’s taken the power from you. Your mind goes blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Johnny’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Haechan moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him. 

“Now you, Squeak,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Haechan for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Haechan’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Haechan’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Johnny is kneeling there in front of you. 

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Johnny, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Haechan’s knees while you grind back against him in something like reverse cowgirl.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at Johnny, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Johnny’s pants- only for Haechan to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment. 

Johnny laughs above you. “Our little chew toy,” he says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

He pushes his pants down, revealing the largest cock of all three of your friends. You’re practically drooling now, your core tightening around Haechan, who is still gently fucking up into you. 

Johnny guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair. He’s going to facefuck you while Haechan thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in, and you know it’s going to be absolutely delightful. 

You give yourself up completely to Johnny and Haechan, their little chew toy, and your whole body floods with pleasure from them using you. 

You hollow your cheeks around Johnny, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Haechan groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I'll do it again,” Johnny says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time. 

Haechan moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that choking onJohnny’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip.

He continues to fuck your face and you get lost in the sensation. Usually sucking cock isnt your favourite thing in the world, but in this position, time seems to slip away from you. 

“Can you just cum already?!” Johnny says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Haechan argues back.

“The fuck you aren't!”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, voice something near a growl.

Johnny groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn,” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Haechan commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, one coming from yourself, but with another massive groan, Johnny follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Jaehyun tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Haechan’s- and Johnny explodes into his friend’s shirt with a laugh.

Haechan groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Haechan’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face against Haechan’s neck, whimpering while Haechan echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate. 

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Haechan slows down to a standstill. 

Neither of you moves for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Haechan takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you. 

“I’m going to the shower,” he announces. 

Johnny groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You don’t want to be tickled right now, and you definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax,” Jaehyun says with a laugh, shifting closer. He shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Johnny in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water, and something tells me Haechan’s going to monopolize on space too,” he muses, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Jaehyun. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, then he proceeds with more caution. 

“Jaehyun?” 

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees. 

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Jaehyun is lying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream,” you sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Jaehyun in this way without overthinking it.

Jaehyun laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, I promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your earlobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough?” you ask. “I knew you had a reputation in bed, but you’re usually a lot more gentle in real life, and that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck. 

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Jaehyun smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain,” Jaehyun says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Jaehyun chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Jaehyun’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.” 

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Jaehyun lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Johnny’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment- 

“How was your shower?” Jaehyun asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Jaehyun’s blanket with you.

“Haechan’s been in there the whole time. He just finished.” Johnny’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.” 

“I’ll come when you and Johnny are done,” Jaehyun tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Johnny laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Johnny is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Haechan, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own. 

Haechan is still wet from the shower, and droplets of cold water land on you, making you squeal.

Both men chuckle, and you begin to giggle, pressing up to Johnny in an effort to escape Haechan from dripping onto you. Your best friend, like the dog he is, deliberately shakes his head out to coat you even more. 

Johnny shoves Haechan before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water. 

Neither of you says anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company. 

Jaehyun keeps his promise and shows up when Johnny leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Jaehyun hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn during many impromptu sleepovers here.

“My bed is biggest,” Jaehyun says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men have queen mattresses because they’d gotten them in some weird three-for-one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Jaehyun-” You turn to argue, but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh. 

It also earns a groan from Johnny’s room, and a moment later, he appears, following the thief. 

Jaehyun tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.  

Johnny claims your other side soon after, lying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Haechan is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unsuspecting forms. 

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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“I still don’t like it,” Doyoung sighs, watching you chat with Mark Lee while Haechan and Johnny block you in.

Jungwoo simply shrugs. “I guess it’s not about you liking it or not. They seem happy.”

“Too happy,” Doyoung notes, eyes narrowing in on the way Johnny’s hand has slipped down to your ass.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jungwoo scoffs. “I think you’re just jealous.”

“Me? Jealous?” Doyoung shakes his head and forces a laugh. “What’s there to be jealous about?”

“The fact that you’re in pre-med, so you’re super busy, and you have zero game and haven’t kissed a girl in like, months,” Jungwoo points out. 

Doyoung’s glare shifts to the younger man, and with a final scoff, he turns to leave.

Jungwoo doesn’t mind, in fact, the energy in the room immediately brightens with Doyoung’s departure.

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Writing Notes: Herbal Remedies

References (Capsules & Powders; Compresses & Lotions; Creams; Decoctions; Infused Oils; Infusions; Ointments; Poultices; Syrups; Tinctures; Tonic Wines; Other Preparations)

CAPSULES & POWDERS

Powdered herbs are most easily taken as capsules but can be sprinkled on food or taken with water.

Externally, they can be applied as a dusting powder to the skin or mixed with tinctures as a poultice.

COMPRESSES & LOTIONS

Lotions are water-based herbal preparations such as infusions, decoctions, or diluted tinctures that are used to bathe inflamed or irritated skin.

Compresses are cloths soaked in a lotion and held against the skin.

Both are simple ways to use herbs externally and can be very effective in relieving swelling, bruising, and pain, soothing inflammation and headaches, and cooling fevers.

CREAMS

Making a cream involves combining oil or fat and water in an emulsion. If the process is rushed, the oil and water may separate.

Unlike ointments, creams blend with the skin and have the advantage of being cooling and soothing while at the same time allowing the skin to breathe and sweat naturally.

They can, however, deteriorate quite quickly and are best stored in dark, airtight jars in a refrigerator.

DECOCTIONS

Roots, bark, twigs, and berries usually require a more forceful treatment than leaves or flowers to extract their medicinal constituents. A decoction involves simmering these tougher parts in boiling water.

Fresh or dried plant material may be used and should be cut or broken into small pieces before decocting. Like infusions, decoctions can be taken hot or cold.

INFUSED OILS

Infusing an herb in oil allows its active, fat-soluble ingredients to be extracted; hot infused oils are simmered, while cold infused oils are heated naturally by the sun.

Both types of oil can be used externally as massage oils or added to creams and ointments.

Infused oil should not be confused with essential oil, which is an active constituent naturally present in a plant and has specific medicinal properties and a distinct aroma.

Essential oil may be added to an infused oil to increase its medicinal efficacy

INFUSIONS

An infusion is the simplest way to prepare the more delicate aerial parts of plants, especially leaves and flowers, for use as a medicine or as a revitalizing or relaxing drink.

It is made in a similar way to tea, using either a single herb or a combination of herbs, and may be drunk hot or cold.

OINTMENTS

Ointments contain oils or fats heated with herbs and, unlike creams, contain no water. As a result, ointments form a separate layer on the surface of the skin.

They protect against injury or inflammation of damaged skin and carry active medicinal constituents, such as essential oils, to the affected area.

Useful in conditions such as hemorrhoids or where protection is needed from moisture, as in chapped lips and diaper rash.

POULTICES

A poultice is a mixture of fresh, dried, or powdered herbs that is applied to an affected area.

Used to ease nerve or muscle pains, sprains, or broken bones, and to draw pus from infected wounds, ulcers, or boils.

SYRUPS

Honey and unrefined sugar are effective preservatives.

Can be combined with infusions or decoctions to make syrups and cordials.

They have the additional benefit of having a soothing action, and therefore make a perfect vehicle for cough mixtures as well as relieving sore throats.

With their sweet taste, syrups can disguise the taste of unpalatable herbs and are therefore greatly appreciated by children.

TINCTURES

Tinctures are made by soaking an herb in alcohol. This encourages the active plant constituents to dissolve, giving tinctures a relatively stronger action than infusions or decoctions.

They are convenient to use and last up to 2 years.

Tinctures can be made using a jug and a jelly bag, instead of a wine press. Although mainly used in European, American, and Australian herbal medicine, tinctures play a part in most herbal traditions.

TONIC WINES

Tonic wines are an agreeable way to take strengthening and tonic herbs to increase vitality and improve digestion.

Neither strictly medicinal, nor simply appealing to the palate, they are easy to prepare at home.

Made by steeping tonic herbs in red or white wine for several weeks.

OTHER PREPARATIONS

Steam Inhalations

Steam inhalations are an effective way to clear congestion and relieve sinusitis, hay fever, and bronchial asthma.

The combination of steam and antiseptic ingredients clears the airways throughout the respiratory system.

Gargles & Mouthwashes

Gargles and mouthwashes usually contain astringent herbs, which tighten the mucous membranes of the mouth and throat.

As gargles and mouthwashes are made from infusions, decoctions, or diluted tinctures, they can generally be swallowed for internal treatment. Ensure you do not exceed the daily internal dose of an herb.

Pessaries & Suppositories

Pessaries and suppositories are waxy pellets containing essential oil or fine powder.

They are used when oral medicine is likely to be broken down during digestion before reaching its intended site.

Pessaries are inserted into the vagina and suppositories into the anus, where they melt at body temperature.

The herb is quickly absorbed into the bloodstream, providing fast relief. It is best to buy ready-made suppositories.

Essential Oils

Essential oils can be used in massage to soothe minor aches and pains.

Before use, they should be diluted with a carrier oil as they can irritate the skin.

Essential oils deteriorate rapidly after dilution, so it is best to mix small quantities as you need them.

Baths & Skin Washes

Herbal baths and skin washes can relieve many conditions, including aching limbs and stuffy sinuses.

They are made from diluted essential oils or infusions.

Eyebaths soothe sore, inflamed, or irritated eyes.

Cold Macerations

Heat destroys the active constituents of some herbs.

Thus, a cold maceration might be more appropriate than a decoction.

Juices

The juices extracted from many herbs.

Can be taken internally or applied externally.

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[thefunkfactory]

Luke & Ryan

Riley sat at her desk, twirling a strand of her silky hair as she scrolled through her phone. She was the picture of grace—always well-dressed, always smelling like vanilla perfume, always completely put together. Unlike some of the boys in her class, who seemed to revel in being disgusting. And at the top of that list was Luke.

Luke was the definition of gross. He was a jock, always sweaty, always reeking of whatever foul concoction came from his armpits and feet after practice. He farted constantly—loud, toxic, and proud—like it was his greatest achievement in life. Riley had spent years avoiding him and his disgusting ways, but today… she wasn’t so lucky.

As class ended and students started filing out, Riley gathered her things, only to realize someone had blocked her path.

Luke.

He smirked, still in his practice uniform, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

“Yo, princess,” he drawled. “What’s up? You look way too clean today.”

Riley rolled her eyes. “And you look like you haven’t showered in a week.”

Luke just laughed. “That’s the jock way, babe. You wouldn’t get it.”

Riley scoffed, trying to push past him, but Luke suddenly turned his back to her and—

BBBRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!

A monstrous, rumbling fart blasted out of Luke’s shorts, releasing a thick green cloud that billowed into the air like a cursed mist. Riley barely had time to react before the noxious gas engulfed her.

The smell was beyond horrific. It was as if every locker room, every gym sock, every sweaty jock strap had been combined into one concentrated bomb of boy stench. Riley coughed, gagging as the green fog coiled around her, seeping into her nostrils.

She tried to step back, but her body locked up. A strange heat spread through her limbs, her skin tingling as something deep inside her… shifted.

“N-no… what’s… happening…?” Riley gasped, her voice already sounding deeper.

Her arms twitched, the delicate, slender shape of them fading as muscle bulged beneath her soft skin. Her dainty hands cracked as they grew rougher, callouses forming like she’d spent years lifting weights. Her toned legs thickened, her thighs bulging with raw, masculine strength.

Her chest flattened, her curves vanishing as her pink, stylish crop top stretched, darkening into a sweat-stained, ratty gym tee. Her perfectly fitted jeans morphed, shifting into baggy, stained basketball shorts.

But the worst part was the smell.

Riley’s once sweet, flowery scent was erased in an instant, replaced by something rank. Sweat poured from her newly muscular body, her armpits radiating pure jock funk. Her feet—now clad in crusty, old sneakers—itched as a damp, swampy heat settled between her toes.

Her mind fought back.

No… I’m Riley! I’m a pretty girl! I don’t—I don’t wanna be—

“Aw, man, looks like you’re still resisting,” Luke chuckled. “Guess I gotta bring out the big guns.”

He lifted one leg and peeled off his sock. It was yellowing, damp with sweat, the fabric practically crusty with built-up grime. The second he waved it in front of Riley’s face, the stench hit her like a truck.

Her eyes fluttered. Her resistance crumbled.

The overpowering stink of boy foot funk clouded her thoughts, turning them to mush. Visions of football practice, sweaty gym sessions, and disgusting locker-room banter flooded her brain, rewriting who she was.

“Urghhh… bro…” Riley slurred, her voice now a deep, cocky drawl.

Her long, silky hair retracted, leaving behind a messy, sweat-soaked mop of boyish locks. She scratched at her armpit, sniffing her fingers and grinning.

She liked the stink now.

No, she loved it.

With a loud, gurgling BBBBUUUUUURRRRPPP!, Riley—no, Ryan—grinned at Luke, his new bro.

“Dude… I smell rank,” Ryan said, scratching his crotch absentmindedly. “I think I gotta fart.”

Luke grinned. “Then let it rip, bro.”

Ryan smirked, lifting a leg. FFFFFFRRRUUUPPPP!

And as another thick green fog filled the air, the last traces of Riley—the clean, pretty girl—vanished forever.

[spiderb00bs]

- SHOW TIME

Sabrina Carpenter x (g!p) reader

“you loved your popstar girlfriend, but sometimes things got a bit out of control"

Genre – smut 18+ MDNI     Warnings – p in v, oral (s!receiving)

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Now playing – Jealous, by Nick Jonas

“'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful, and everybody wants a taste. That's why, I still get jealous"

you were proud of your girlfriend, your chest burned with pride every time you saw her perform on stage. You and Sabrina had been friends since your Disney days, you'd been through a lot together and you'd lived through it all without ever separating. When the two of you realized you were in love, it was natural, almost as if you'd been dating your whole lives, and even though you'd known the girl forever, it would be an understatement to say that some things haven't changed in recent years.

Sabrina was now recognized worldwide, her work crossed barriers and that made you feel very proud of her. You always knew your girlfriend was sexy and charming on her own, and when she brought that to the stage, everyone loved it. The confident, empowered aura she exuded left everyone wanting more, the fans screaming for her, their chests about to explode. And that's exactly how you were right now, at the door of your girlfriend's dressing room, with your chest about to explode, building up the courage to go in.

Unlike the fans, your chest was heavy for another reason: jealousy.

You knew that the blonde always did things like this on stage, it never bothered you, it was never a problem for you. After all, you knew that Sabrina was extremely professional, and she loved you and would never do anything to disrespect you. So why did your chest burn so much when you saw that performance?

You knew nothing had happened, you knew Sabrina would never be disrespectful, you knew she was just acting, and you knew that was just the dancer's job, to act cool and flash for the camera. Heck, you remember going to rehearsals and laughing about how Sabrina's dancer was a little nervous in your presence, you remember reassuring him and your girlfriend about how you felt about the performance, you remember Sabrina asking if everything was okay with you.

Why on earth are you feeling so jealous now?

Mustering up the courage, you opened the door to your girlfriend's dressing room, watching her look for you in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. "Hey, baby!"

Coming towards you, Sabrina threw herself into your arms, taking you by surprise and knocking you onto the sofa. Her hands were on your chest as she giggled and looked for a way to stand up slightly.

"Hi, brina." That's all you said.

Sabrina looked at you suspiciously, the excited smile on her face fading slightly as a confused expression formed. Her hips moved as she sat on you, looking at you and possibly trying to decipher why you didn't seem as excited as she was.

"What happened?" The blue-eyed woman asked, making you look away from her.

"Nothing, I was just a bit surprised by the sudden attack." You tried to joke, giving a little laugh that turned into an awkward cough when you saw that Sabrina didn't believe you.

"I know when you're lying." Holding onto the blonde's hips, you let your hands run down her body.

"I'm not lying." Sabrina stared at you one last time, narrowing her eyes before leaning in and taking your lips in hers.

The kiss was soft, and you could taste the watermelon gloss she had applied earlier. Your hands moved up, squeezing her waist before moving down to rest comfortably on her ass. Sabrina gasped when she felt your cock start to grow inside your pants, rolling over, she broke the kiss when an involuntary moan came from her lips.

"You know, seeing you on stage made me a little mad." You began, finding the clasp of the bra she was wearing and unbuttoning it. "Seeing that man wink at me, as if you were his. You're mine!"

Feeling you spread kisses over her breasts, Sabrina moaned, struggling to form a sentence with all the new information you'd given her.

"Are you jealous, baby?" The blonde's smile soon crumbled into a sly moan as she felt you suck on her exposed nipple. Reaching out, Sabrina grabbed your hair, pushing you even closer to her - if that was possible.

"I'll show you who you belong to." Unzipping the corset she was wearing, you threw the garment on the floor, knowing you'd probably get a scolding from your girlfriend's stylists.

"Make me yours, babe. Show me how much you love me."

Sabrina's words sounded like a soccer cheer for a player, falling on your ears like an incredible melody, which only increased your hunger. Placing the blonde on the sofa, you took off the only piece of clothing that was blocking what you wanted most. The red stockings were still tightly hugging her legs, but you thought she looked so sexy in them that you didn't want to take them off.

Kneeling down, you smiled at the state of your girlfriend, panting and whimpering desperately for you. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet."

"All for you, baby. Grabbing your hair, Sabrina guided you to where she needed you most. "Make me feel good, please."

Without a second's warning, you plunged in, licking up your girlfriend's juices as if it were the only source of water in the desert. Her taste was wonderful, and you moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations to Sabrina. The blonde moaned arching her back, her thighs were trembling in your hands, and she still held your head like a lifeline.

Feeling her liquid drip down your chin, you stood up, moving up your girlfriend's body and kissing her lips passionately. Sabrina could taste her on your lips, moaning when the taste hit her tongue.

"Baby, I need more." The blonde grabbed your face. Her nails were lightly digging into your cheeks, and you could see her desperation shining in her eyes.

"Tell me who you belong to." Undoing your belt, you pulled down your pants. Sabrina could see how hard you were and she moaned when you finally pulled your cock out of your underwear.

"I'm yours, baby. I always have been." Her hands reached for your neck, making you look up at her.

Sabrina's eyes exuded love, she meant exactly what she was saying. You placed your lips on hers, kissing her with love and passion. Her lips fit yours perfectly. Without Sabrina realizing it, you slid into her, the blonde gasping into the kiss as soon as she felt you fully.

Breaking away from the kiss, you brought your forehead together with Sabrina's, gazing into her eyes as you let the sensations take over. Your moans filled the room, and you were slightly worried that someone might hear you.

"Baby, we have to be quieter, okay?!" You saw Sabrina nod, but she contradicted herself as soon as you accelerated your thrusts.

Sabrina's loud moans continued to ring through the room, and you had to bring your hand up to her mouth so you wouldn't get caught. Feeling the blonde tremble beneath you, you knew she was going to come again. You made a point of going faster and deeper, while kissing your girlfriend's neck and breasts.

Sabrina's attempts to speak were muffled by your hand, and you could see the desperation in her eyes. "I know baby, come for me."

Without needing a second command, the blonde rolled her eyes so hard that for a minute you doubted they would ever return to normal. Sabrina's body seemed to combust, and her grip around you made you cum along with her.

Both of your breaths were ragged, and you finally felt your muscles relax. Removing your hand from Sabrina's mouth, you lay on her chest, the blue-eyed woman's hands going straight to your hair, her caress and nails scratching your scalp making you close your eyes momentarily.

"I love you, baby. You're the only girl in my life." Kissing your head, Sabrina felt you sigh. "Forever."

Lifting your head from her chest, you smiled, kissing Sabrina's lips. "And I'm yours, baby. I love you."

The smile on Sabrina's face made your heart warm, you knew you would never let her go.

"You know we're going to get a scolding from the whole team, don't you?!"

It hasn't been reviewed, but I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I also hope you're all doing well. This is for everyone who was asking me for more from Sabrina.

Actually, I think this has been the top three most requested in recent weeks;

Jenna

Sabrina

Ella

you guys are really something.

drink water and stay safe,

xoxo, spider.

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Devils may love?: resolution of the heart, return of the mother, and revenge of the son

The briefcase is a reference to re4 since the original dmc was the scrapped version of re4….also Dante being lowkey jealous of lady and vice versa. You’ll be seeing more of that in this series lol, both are pining so hard

Links for: masterlist, part 1, part 2, part 4

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Ten years had passed since the Temen-ni-Gru incident that would change your life as you knew it

And so much yet so little had changed and happened

You healed, that’s one thing for sure even if it took a long ass time

All the while Dante and lady took turns taking care of you within the slowly fixed up devil may cry

It was surprising but your healing was longer than Dante getting off his ass and fixing the place

Though that was done through your considerate effort of telling him that if It still wasn’t mostly presentable by the time you could walk then you’d spritz him with water again

That and maybe guilt worked well enough as a motivation factor and he got to work

And soon enough that place was slowly fixed

First the doors and smaller things like the pool table

But then eventually the desk, jukebox and various other amenities were replaced

You’d even spruced the place up a bit with a new coat of paint plus some plants and a nice old Persian rug you’d thrifted

In all honesty you were somewhat glad to have the chance in helping Dante rebuild

Because it made rebuilding yourself a bit more easier as well

With your apartment destroyed and several ribs broken you had become a roommate to Dante in devil may cry

He’d always lived on the second floor of the building which was thankfully not destroyed compared to the first

So you had been set up in a extra room beside his own during your recovery period and rebuilding

In that time of him and lady both taking Jobs, making money and ensuring you didn’t cough up a lung you’d taken to fining a new space for yourself

A hopefully better apartment maybe a bit closer to work

And also one you’d hopefully make into a proper home unlike your last

With the destruction of your pervious estate you actually got something out of it

A fresh start and some sweet sweet compensation money

So with that and your savings you eventually found a place much to Dante’s whining about you leaving him

Yeah, he made it sound like you were divorcing him and taking the kids with how he practically grovelled at your feet

Fucker was probably just upset you weren’t making him pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream anymore

lady didn’t find much amusement in his whining considering how she’d smack him on the head whenever he brought it up

Speaking of her, though lady wasn’t technically apart of devil may cry besides a few missions here and there that she or Dante needed help, but she frequently showed up at the office

Sometimes it was a quick swing by in which she’d poke her head in and give you a smile

Something you’d respond in vigour with

Even if Dante pouted that you seemed more happy to see her than him

Other times she’d give you company while Dante was out on a mission

Sitting down with you to talk about all the things you’d missed when you dropped out

Like Mrs Smith and Mr Johnson being caught together in a storage closet despite both being married

Or how Chris from math ended up confessing to the entire class that he was into feet

Wild times that made you the slightest bit relieved you missed it all

At some point lady has also sold her family home

Staying there brought too many bad memories

Especially considering her moms blood had still stained the floorboards

So she sold it

Moved on and used the money to get herself a cozier place compared to the large but silent home she once lived in

Then burning her dads old books and journals of ramblings in a bonfire that you and Dante helped her with

You think It was cathartic for her

She’d cried into your shoulder that night as the fire crackled and roared

Dante patting her back silently as she gripped onto you as her only lifeline

A few days later she finally buried her mom

A small funeral taking place between her, you and a few others

The entire time she clung to you once more

All you could do was try and console her as best you could

But that was enough for her

Mary was dead and you were the last piece remaining

You’d keep that small part of her alive with each smile and giggle at inside jokes you’d both once had

In 10 years you’d like to think that you’d grown a bit more as a person

It was natural, especially considering you’d gone from an 18 year old dropped into the wanted and told to sink or swim

And then a year later nearly died in a demon tower

That changed a person both physically and mentally

And you were no exception

For one you began pursing your passions in the form of hobbies on the side

The things your parents never let you indulge in

Never let you explore or even try in favour of pushing whatever extracurricular they wanted on you

The funny thing was that you probably weren’t even good at what you indulged in

But you didn’t care

You just found it fun

And sure, you might’ve sucked

But at the end of the day when you looked at the the fruits of your effort it was all worth it

Worth every cent or penny you’d spent

Worth every part of your savings not used on sprucing up your new home

Worth the way in which you get your “kidnapcation bonus” as Dante had put it oh so nicely at the time

For as broke as Dante perpetually was, he’d always paid you well and the “bonus” was no exception

If anything it was way too much for what you expected or really wanted

Jobs that he was given by Morrison or by customers with the password always came with fat cash

But despite that you quickly learned the money didn’t last long with him

Not on the fact he spent it quick on himself (well…beside maybe his pizza or sundae tab and his collection of red leather coats) but rather because he spent it on others

He spent it on anonymous donations to those affected by the temen-ni-Gru tower

The non profits that popped up to help survivors of the surrounding chaos and shelters that took in people who were displaced

Spent it on a place called “grue’s cellar”, seemingly for a debt he thought he needed to repay to who it was named after

A man who was a former friend and died, leaving his two remaining daughters to take up the mantle for the seedy bar used as a hub for mercenaries and brokers

Tiki and Nesty

That’s not even mentioning the other generous donations to the Goldstein family

He’d told you about it once, you had asked why he sent so much to those two in particular when he could sometimes barely afford to keep the lights on

Not in an accusatory manner but rather out of a simple curiosity

Especially since those two cases were much more specific compared to the regular charity work

Not to mention how much he sent to both

So he explained

And after hearing about the loss of Nell and Grue you’d made it a habit to also send flowers to both of their graves each year

A small thing you’d done as a silent gesture yet something Dante caught onto

He never said anything about it

Just hugged you when he’d caught you placing yet another order for yellow roses to be placed at Miss Goldstein’s grave

Though you didn’t know her or Grue you’d felt a need to honour them

Not only for Dante’s sake but also as a thank you to both of them

A thank you for Nell for creating the weapons that kept your dumbass of a boss alive each mission

For Grue it was for the fact he’d looked out for Dante and welcomed him during a time Dante had been lost with no direction

All this to say you got extra compensated from Dante to pursue what you wanted and have a lot more than you’d initially thought

Not a bad thing per say

But you most definitely don’t save the rest for when the dumbass urgently needed it…definitely not

……ok maybe you did but you also saved it for the fact that you’d also started gun courses with Dante

After the tower incident you realized that maybe some firearm lessons could do you a favour in the future

And Dante couldn’t disagree with the statement

And neither could Lady either

So Dante had took over in showing you the basics of gun safety and how to properly use a handgun

Lady seemed a bit sour she couldn’t be the main instructor

But Dante had brought up a good point of him mainly working with pistols whilst she used a literal canon half the time

And maybe that was also her slight competitiveness showing

She was always like that in school as well

Showing off and one upping others playfully

Sometimes it was with things like sports other times it was through verbal exchange

A playfully snide smile as she curled an arm around your shoulders

And though those times had passed she still kept that edge

Especially against Dante

When he would help your line up a shot at a target he set up she’d occasionally slide in

Much to his chagrin

You didn’t mind much unless they were tugging you from the other

Like kids fighting over a toy

Though maybe the three of you were all emotionally stunted in your own ways

Which was probably true even if you didn’t want to admit that

Through months of missing your shots and not even hitting the target you’d eventually say you had decent enough Handle of a gun now

Not the best

And certainly not to either of their levels

But both of them seem proud of you

Not to mention somewhat relived that you now at least knew some sort of self defence

and once more that was enough

“Now here’s how you do it honeypie, you just gotta-“ Dante stands to your side helping shift your aim ever so slightly. He’s interrupted by lady who jabs him with her elbow, moving him out the way

She places a hand on your hip and uses her leg to shift your stance a bit. She presses against your back ever so slightly, bringing her hand to lower your aim as Dante once did. “Don’t listen to him hon, he’s off slightly”

“Hey! I wasn’t off lady!”

“Yeah you were! And you didn’t notice it nor did you notice their stance”

“Making mistakes are apart of the process”

“Your just saying that because you were too distracted looking at their a-“

“Guys can we please focus on the fact that we’re in a public shooting range right now and your quarreling like your divorced“

Like you Dante had changed in the 10 years since the Temen-ni-Gru

Though that’s not much of a surprise

Especially considering Vergils descent into hell and the subsequent feelings that would follow

Your not exempt from it either

Even now you still feel pangs of guilt pierce your heart

You replay the scene in dreams

Never able to get to him in time

Yet always there to see him fall

His eyes staring out from the abyss of hell

Blue and burning with a motivation that you can’t excuse but can understand

In his honour you’d reread William Blake when you could

Thought over his interpretations

His words

Wrote them down and your own in a little book

Debated with what you remember him saying

His words in blue, yours in black

Ink settling on a page

For as little time you’d known him, and for as bad as the situation and he was

He still kept a small bit of your heart

Because you know he couldn’t have had it any better than Dante after that night

Not to mention he believed his mom abandoned him

You can’t hate him

You can hate his actions and his pride but you can’t quite hate Vergil

And it’s because of that in your own way you mourn

Similar to Dante but in different ways as well

Meanwhile You know Dante has his fare share of nightmares

Even before loosing Vergil you’d occasionally find him slumped over at his desk

Face scrunching up and fingers twitching as small pleas escaped him

“I’m sorry” and “please don’t leave me” repeated in murmured tongue as he slumped over unconscious

For awhile you didn’t know what the proper course to take was

Wake him up or let him continue to dream of all the demons haunting his mind

After a few times more of it happening you asked him what he’d prefer you to do

He opted for you waking him up

Something that came surprisingly easy

He’d always wake with a startle when you’d place a hand on his shoulder

The gentlest of touches doing so to stir him

Probably from all the years he’d spent having to keep his guard up even when unconscious

But when the dreams of Vergil come it’s something a bit different

You have to fully shake him awake

Almost as if he doesn’t want to be woken up because he wanted to save Vergil

Even if it was impossible

Even if it was for nothing since he’d slip away into the depths of his mind when he woke up

The ending would never chance and even if it had it wouldn’t change the truth of the situation

Before Vergil he’d wake up and wipe away any tears with a smile

Brushing off your concerns

“I had the most terrible dream of the last pizza slice being taken”

But his mumbles beforehand were evident that a slice of food wasn’t his source of distress

Not when he’d call for his mom

For his dad

For his brother

For Nell

For Grue

And perhaps weirdly enough for you

However after the tower he wakes with a jolt and each time nearly falls from his chair

Tears still pouring down his eyes

There’s no lightly brushing off your worries

Instead he simply cries

Looking down at the hand that hadn’t been able to grab Vergil

Tears dripping down onto it and on a cut that had already healed

And yet to him in his mind it seemed to remain

Still bleeding as tears added salt to it all

He shakes

A man you’d seen as a pillar of strength wavers and crumbles before your eyes

And like all those times before your there for him

Sometimes sitting at his side silently, your hand gripping his

His fingers digging into yours, hoping not to let you slip away

Other times you hold him close as you did after all those times he come back from a hard mission

But now no blood soaks you

Just his tears

Just the guilt you both feel

Sometimes he’ll talk

Sometimes you’ll talk

Sometimes he’ll listen

And sometimes you’ll listen

But occasionally you’ll both hum under each others breath

Joining in harmony through tears and suffering

In other ways he changes as well

He’s still Dante for better or for worse but he’s a bit more reigned in

He still jokes around when coming back from a hunt, playfully kicking open the doors with a “honey I’m home!”

Still calls you that infuriating nickname that lady had unfortunately joined in on

Still orders pizza or strawberry sundaes even though he has a growing tab

Not to mention the way he still avoids doing work that isn’t hunting demons

But there’s a sort of quietness to him now

At least when others are there in the haven you’d call DMC

He’s still light hearted and Sauvé but you can tell he’s being more calculated

He’s more careful

More guarded

You can’t blame him though, not after the tower

Not after Vergil or god forbid Arkham

But with you at least he’s his usual self

When those doors close and it’s just the two of you in devil may cry he’s the Dante you know

And come to begrudgingly appreciate

He puts on the jukebox to goad you into dancing with him

Pulling your from the desk to drag you into doing some moves to some cheesy 80’s love ballad

A few chuckles escaping you when he does some cringey move and fake singing the lyrics as he spins you around

Or the other times in which he’d once again plant the paper work far out your reach when he noticed you were getting tired

Or how he’d insist to walk you back to your new apartment, his arm around your shoulder then entire walk there even if it was 10 minutes

At the end of the day when all things mattered he was still your Dante

Even if now he didn’t act like a complete idiot when clients were around

….Oh and he got a tan-

The sound of echo and the bunnymens “lips like sugar” wafts through devil may cry as the owner to this quaint demon hunting store spun you around in a mock waltz. “Dante I swear to god!-“

“She floats like a swan, Grace on the water. Lips like sugar, Lips like sugar~” for a guy who probably never learned calculus he somehow knew how to dance “Just when you think you've caught her, She glides across the water. She calls for you tonight To share this moonlight”

“Dante the bills are due-“

“You'll flow down her river, She'll ask and you'll give her.” He spins you around, then hitching his leg out to swipe out one of your legs to dip you down “Lips like sugar, Sugar kisses, Lips like sugar, Sugar kisses~”

Despite your initial annoyance you can’t help but laugh at his goofy dance moves and singing

You once thought the Temen-ni-Gru would probably be the pinnacle of your work experience for Dante

To be fair, not many would say that their boss’s evil twin would kidnap them and summon a demon tower their dad used to seal off both the human and demon world

Not that many situations could top that

So you can’t exactly be blamed for the fact that besides that and the demon raccoons would be your worst work experience

Unfortunately you’s proven wrong once more

But hey, it took 10 years to get there

And it all started when a clone of Dante’s mom had appeared

J

It had initially been a rather slow week for DMC

No good jobs popping up quite yet

No customers with the password phoning in

In all honesty it was kinda nice minus the fact that in that boredom Dante decided to impale the cut off heads of various demons to the wall

Like a macabre set of paintings fit for the Adam’s family mansion

Paintings that you’d have to inevitably have to clean up after once the blood settled and stained the floor (thankfully not on the Persian carpet, you’d been adamant on that and Dante had thankfully been mindful of it)

And thrown away said heads once they begun to rot and stink up the place

But that was an activity and something to fret over later

A familiar sound of the phone ringing makes you perk up as Dante picks up the receiver

You scoot a bit closer to listen in on the conversation, gliding across the desk as you sat on its edge

“Devil may cry” you both await for the recipients next word, only for a small bit of disappointment to swell up in both yours and Dante’s chest, no password “sorry we closed at 9…again no password. Can’t seem to get any real business”

“Well look on the bright side, at least there’s less things going bump in the night for regular people” you say sliding off the desk, shoes making a clink on the hardwood.

“Yeah i guess…but that does mean less is going on your paycheck to settle my tab Honeypie”

“First of all for the thousandth time do not call me that, secondly if you do that I’ll-“

Before you can finish your threat Dante suddenly pulls you close

Tugging you into his arms and into his chest that feels more like a brick wall

You can’t help but audibly omph when your head smacks against pecs of solid steel

Though it’s not heard over the fact that the door was busted down into pieces by a motercycle that skids into the shop

Tires grating against the floors that days earlier you polished

Internally you scream at your hardwork being tarnished yet again

But by now that’s routine

The perpetrator sitting atop the red bike was a woman, long blond hair and in a combo of leather pants and leather lace up bodice with sunglasses

A woman who looks familiar in a way you can’t put your finger on

“Woah, slow down babe! I’m a taken man already” he’s far too lax for someone who literally had someone break down the doors to his shop, not to mention his protective reaction earlier.

With a snack to his chest you break free from his hold mumbling a “The hell you are!” Before getting up and moving to the side away from the blond who took a look around the shop. Circling the desk like a shark and occasionally looking to you.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Natures call? It’s in the back” he motions to the back of the shop, if this was his way of trying to get you out of here it wasn’t working. Not when you’d have a bone to pick with with woman for scuffing the floor when he was done probably fighting her later.

“So…you must be the handyman who will take any dirty job? Am I correct?” She props a hand on her waist, you’d give her this, she’s certainly hot enough to pull off the sexy and mysterious look and vibe. Wouldn’t save her from your wrath.

“I only take special jobs. If you know what I mean.” Dante pulls his sword out from the wall, uncovering the chest of a busty woman on a poster. God knows why he decided to put that thing up in the first place. “If you came to ask that, my lovely assistant could’ve answered you instead of barging in”

“You’re the man who lost a mother and brother to evil twenty years ago” at that you go a bit more still than you’d like to admit. That wants public knowledge nor did Dante go telling people that all Willy nilly. She did research. Dante’s grip on his sword tightens as she adds “the son of the legendary dark knight, Sparda. Mr. Dante.”

“Well the way I figure it, in this business a lot of your kind comes around” he twirls the sword walking forward as you walks a bit more back “and if I kill each one that comes, eventually I should hit the jackpot sooner or later.”

Not threatened by the sword now pointed at her the woman simply replies “in that case, you should be used to this sort of thing.”. Suddenly her arm crackles with electricity which surged through the sword she grabbed with her bare hand. She then kicks Dante back sending him through the desk making it crack in two before grabbing and impaling the sword through his chest by throwing it at him.

“God damn it” it’s grunted with a small breath of defeat as you pick up a gun tapped under a table, taking a shot they do literally nothing to the woman since she fries them bullets mid air. With one hand extended to you while the other electrocuted Dante. Thankfully though that’s where the electricity stops, it doesn’t shoot out to attempt kill you as it did him .

“Good try but if he can’t beat me neither can you” She doesn’t turn to say this to you but she seemed glance at you with the corner of her covered eyes before turning her attention back to Dante “but are you really the son of the legendary dark knight, Sparda? Didn’t your daddy teach you how to use a sword?”. You can’t do much to try and stop her as she bare handed picks up the motercycle and throws it at Dante. You were qualified for targets not this shit.

Thankfully though this is when Dante decided to actually respond, twirling his guns as if a piece of machinery wasn’t currently headed his way. “A sword? Hah, time to go to work guys” ebony and ivory are fired in rapid succession, the machine is stoped mid air and flung back in an array of bullets and fire. The woman dives away from the machine as it’s sent back like a boomerang, while you’re left to wonder why Dante had to be this dramatic. “Even as a child, I had powers. There’s a demonic blood in me…”he says this still impaled.

“What strength…”

“What a pain” you grumble looking at the flames crackling, already going to grab a fire extinguisher.

“You’re only one outside Honeypie over there to know about my avengance. And I know for fact that they didn’t spill” he pulls the sword out from his chest to stab it into the ground, then pointing a gun at the woman “it looks like I’m getting closer.”

There’s a beat of silence in which the woman sizes him up and then gets up. “It seems that way. But I’m not your enemy. My name is Trish” you’re calling bullshit on that “I came to seek for your help… to put an end to the underworld.”

“What?” Wow, you and Dante were in sync

She takes of the sunglasses, turning to the two of you dramatically. A familiar face you’d never seen truly in person stares back, that of Dante’s deceased mother Eva. Her photo on the ground reflects the flames yet to be put out in an ironic twist of fate.

Dante has never really gone out of his way to hide stuff from you before…well besides the dirty mags he would stuff into the bottom drawer of the desk you’d now once more have to replace again

He was usually honest with you

He made it a point to be honest with you on most subjects unless it was too personal

But even then after around 11 years of working with him there wasn’t much that you didn’t know by now

You knew how he preferred the sweet scents of strawberries for his laundry down to the flavour of cake he and Vergil had on their birthday

Most of which he told you because he trusted you

Yet now your left in the dark as the white haired hunter busied himself in preparation

Besides the aftermath of the incident 10 years ago you’d never seen him so shaken

as you swept away debris and ash it’s easy to see how he’s breaking a bit internally

The photo of Eva out of its broken frame held by his shaking hands

He looks damn near a panic attack and no matter how much you try to talk to him he won’t listen

You know how his mothers death has eaten at him

Seen it in how he looks to that photo

Pressing a kiss to his fingertips that he then pressed against the cold glass of the frame sometimes on days he was particularly down in the dumps

Sometimes you find him holding it close on what you assume to be her some sort of anniversary for her

Perhaps it’s her birthday or maybe her death day

Your not sure

But either way it resonates in him down to his very core

And now is no exception when seeing the doppelgänger that was Trish

He’s rattled and you can’t blame him

But you can get a bit annoyed when he doesn’t tell you anything

Doesn’t tell you where he’s going

Nor what exactly the blond woman had technically “hired” him for besides her whole “put an end to the underworld” thing

At least before he’s always told you what the mission was and where he’d be

But now he refuses staunchly

Shooting down all questions as he loaded up ebony and ivory

Avoided looking you in the eyes when you said you were worried for him

Could only hold you closely and tightly for a few minutes before he left

His hands gripping you as if he was afraid to let go

As if he was expecting that he wouldn’t possibly hold you again

“stay safe while I’m gone ok? Don’t know how I’d run this place without you Honeypie” escapes him as he seems to try to memorize your touch against his own.

All the while you want to say “and I don’t know how I’d live without your presence in my life” yet you hold back for his sake. In his eyes you can see how he wants to say more yet holds back for different reasons compared to you.

It kills you

Absolutely destroys you when he leaves with something he wants to say but shakes the thought away

Swallowing down whatever words he meant to speak aloud

Only for them to die in his throat before walking away

The doors remains shattered on the floor yet it feels as if he’d slammed them in your face

And your left to pick up the pieces of the office

All the while Lady was meant to arrive in a day or so

To “keep you company while I’m gone” but was likely a bluff by Dante for her to be your bodyguard

You weren’t adverse to her company by any means but it was annoying to you that it feels like he can’t trust you on your own

Because whatever had gotten to him left him afraid for you

So Terrified that he had to run off without telling you where he was off to

Not even caring to think of how if he’d never come back how much it would crush you that you wouldn’t at least be able to bury him

Though, if it’s as serious as he’s treating it then you’d probably be dead not long after

…even then though, you could have only a day left on earth and you’d spend it trying to give him a proper burial if you could

Sighing you pick up the dreaded broom and look at the destroyed DMC

The wood from both the desk and door scattered across the burnt flooring with skid marks. Chunks of metal from the motorcycle scattered around with a healthy share of bullet casings mixed in

This was gonna take awhile….

Starting with sweeping you drag the bristles across the floor

Already mentally adding up how many things could be fixed whilst how many needed to be replaced

All before you find something

A small piece of Paper?

Pausing in your actions you knelt down to pick it up

Unfolding the small note so see something written on it

“Mallet island?” You mumble it aloud looking at the fancy cursive that definitely wasn’t Dante’s along with the fact that a lipstick mark of crimson red stained the fibres. Seems like Trish had left you a clue.

This was a shit idea

So plainly stupid that you’d be idiotic to go

But maybe Dante’s antics had been slowly making you more and more dumb over the years

All the stupid jokes and pranks finally catching up and decreasing your brains cells by the minute

Or maybe you cant stand the thought of him bleeding out reaching for someone

Anyone

But dying alone in some forgotten place never to be found

Yet mourned by you and the few others he let close into his tender heart

it’s perhaps selfish but you don’t want him to think he’s in this by himself anymore

The look in his eyes before he left spoke volumes

He thought he might not come back from this

Thought he’d potentially never get to see you again

You’d felt it in his touch

In his eyes as they attempted to burn your face into his memory as if to remember while he laid dead and alone

He looked like that boy you’d met at dmc all those years ago

Hiding the hurt with jokes

Storing the loneliness away with smiles

Resolute in believing that he had no one left in this world

But that wasn’t true anymore

He had Lady

He had Morrison

He had you

And you couldn’t let him do this on his own

It’s selfish and it’s stupid and You’d be practically signing your own death certificate

But for Dante you’d do it in a heartbeat, same for Lady as well

Because both have done so much for you

Dante especially

He made you feel alive

Wanted

Cared for and appreciated

So even if he didn’t want you to go

Begged you not to, you wouldn’t let him face this alone

Not when he’d be facing something that had him scared down to the very depths of his heart

Gripping the small note that Trish left, you set off whilst silently asking for both Dante and Lady to forgive you

And also mentally thanking them for teaching you how to defend yourself

Getting to mallet island is no easy task

It’s in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the ocean

Which was saying allot because most places in the ocean were the middle of nowhere as well

So this particular place was a pain in the ass to get to

But thankfully Trish had seemed to predict this since after apparently dropping off Dante she came to pick you up while you were in the middle of bartering with a fisherman to drop you off at the island for a cut of your pay

Safe to say your paycheck was thankfully not cut in two and the fisherman gave her a particularly nasty death glare

Not that she cared though

She just guided you to an old plane in a small hanger

Admittedly following a woman who you knew had lightning powers and had previously fried Dante like one of those mosquito electric tennis rackets was perhaps another stupid idea

But at this point you were allowed to make all the bad decisions you wanted because you’d never experienced making them in collage

Sitting in the small aircraft you can’t help but look at Trish

Because sure, she looks like Eva but you don’t know Eva

Not truly anyways

So to you she’s someone who’s face you’d seen

Heard about in stories

But had no personal connection to in the way Dante had besides knowing that she was important to Dante

But because of that you could separate her from the woman in front of you

This wasn’t Eva, you and Dante both knew that but even still Dante couldn’t let go of the visage of his mom overtop of the stranger in front of him

You knew that well when before he left he kept staring at the photo of his mom

Nearing a panic attack as you did your best to help him through it

Acting as his anchor in the moment

The rock he could lean on just as he’d been for you on hard days

You couldn’t possibly know a fraction of what he felt

But you could at least attempt to help him through it

Which was why you began talking to the blond

Trying to get whatever answer you could out of her through small talk

She’s guarded

Mysterious to a near maddening degree

But there’s something to Trish that’s equally telling as her obscurity

She’s not human, or at least not fully human

That evident with her wielding of electricity and the visage of a dead woman down to the smallest details

But what’s more telling his her mannerisms

Trish doesn’t act human

When she blinks it’s after too long intervals

Sometimes her pupils dilate to slits when she thinks you aren’t looking

Nails a bit too pointed for acrylics

But what’s most telling his how she interacts with you

It’s awkward but not in the way of an awkward conversation

Moreso like she wasn’t sure how to act with you because your human or some extra additive in an equation

She could pull on Dante’s strings because of her resemblance but she didn’t have that advantage with you

Thus leaving you at a slight advantage when it came to her

Your not blinded by the past

So you ask her about things

“How did you track down Dante?”

“Word of mouth and some connections”

Though a decent answer at first it doesn’t give you much to work with and it’s too unspecific which makes it all too suspicious

Neither you nor Dante have heard of her before

Sure, she could be new to the mercenary/hunter scene

But even then word spread fast amongst the area because of how it was a niche job

And something especially would have spread with someone like her joining it

That’s not even accounting for the fact that if she’d been asking around most others would’ve alerted Dante

The select cluster of hunters in a certain area you learnt looked out for one another even if they competed for jobs

It was a weird honour code thing

Dante knew about it as did Lady

In fact it was Dante who helped her establish herself once she joined the scene officially as well

This honour code somehow also extended to you since through the grapevine Dante was able to warn you of a PI your parents tried to hire to find you

Something a sort of colleague/connection gave the heads up to weeks in advance

Safe to say that PI was scared off via both Dante and lady’s combined efforts

And if a rando was asking around it would’ve raised eyebrows and you would’ve gotten a call before she even entered the shop

So while that answer is good at first glance you know better to look behind the curtain which raises more questions

“What dragged you into this?”

“Personal reasons, same as you in a sense. Unlike you though I have to do this”

Was she implying she was doing this for someone else?

It’s hard to tell with how her expression doesn’t break but stays impassively neutral

Though her fingers tap on the yoke of the plane

Nervous?

No maybe not, but maybe something else like guilt?

She’s implying that you could back out

That you didn’t have to be here unlike her

But something or someone is making her do this

Maybe whether she wants to or not

Was she also trying to subtly warn you? Tell you to turn back when you could?

It makes you raise an eyebrow and mentally store that for later

Hopefully once she probably betrays you she’d tell you her reason

And you’d be able to tell Dante

But with that question after question comes and goes

“How old are you?”

“Aren’t you not supposed to ask a woman her age”

“What do you do for work?”

“Hunting”

“The specific kind?”

“What else would I be going to Dante for?”

“How’d you know about Dante’s family?”

“Connections and some digging”

“Did you also dig up stuff on me?”

“Some….though that was moreso due to your association with Dante, otherwise I would’ve left you alone”

“Well that’s reassuring”

“If it’s any consolation, I just know your work history and that you didn’t finish schooling”

The back and forth is exhausting in how vague and cryptic she is

She’s definitely practiced these answers and how to evade or dodge answering things

Give a response that would typically satisfy others into not realizing they’d never gotten a resolution to the question

But after years of Dante you’d become a pro at recognizing that

Especially when the bastard tried to skirt around admitting he didn’t fill out a report

Or when he tried to not tell you that the raccoons in the back somehow got into his gun stash and that the very clear sounds of gunshots in the back were instead nothing to worry about

She’s slick but but slick enough

Though on the subject of her being slick you can’t help but look at her outfit

Dante would probably kill you for saying this but you had to admit that she looked pretty god damn good

The leather was sleek and had an air of confidence that she exuded

Not to mention it was stylish as all hell

A stark contrast to the white button up and jeans you’d wore

Maybe it was lady’s fashion magazines and constant hounding for you to step out of your comfort zone with fashion but you can’t help but ask

“So uh…maybe a weird question but” you pause for a minute looking at her through a reflection “where’d you get the leather? I’ve been looking for a place that sold good quality stuff since forever now and-“

Ok maybe retrospect that was a bit out of nowhere considering the situation and all the other questions before hand but you had to admit the leather was a good fucking look

Not only was it durable but it was just cool as hell

And maybe a nice leather piece added to your ensemble like a fitted leather vest would be nice-

Shit, maybe Dante had been rubbing off on you more than you thought

His collection of red leather you’d have to wash on a near constant basis

And his new look of red leather coat over red leather vest combo

Damn him for looking good in the fashion department when he’s on job

At dmc despite having a great closet he opted for

somehow this is the question cracks at her Stoney answers

Getting a genuine laugh coming from her painted lips

Cherry red glistening from dying sunlight as she began the process to land

Something you hadn’t noticed over admiring her clothes

“From a place I forgot the name of” she replies before adding after a moment “but I’ll tell you if I remember its name”

The plane lands skidding against a half hazardly cleared runway near the edge of the island

From above and in person mallet island radiated loneliness

Something you come to feel from both yourself and Trish once she lands

The smile of your previous comments fading as she hardened once more

Seemingly remembering what her object was, whatever it is

She opens the door to your side of the plane, offering you a hand to get down from the small drop

Her touch feels electric

Like the feeling of static electricity before it shocked you

Yet it doesn’t

Just a lingering feeling of a threat

She explains that she’ll meet you later on the island

Had to ensure the plane ended up somewhere it wouldn’t be tampered with

A convenient excuse yet something you don’t dare question aloud

You just nod as she twirls the keys around her pointer finger

She turns to go

But you feel as if you need to say one more thing

“Hey! Thank you for the lift! Maybe once this is all over you can take me to that store and we can go shopping together”

you can’t help but thank her

Perhaps it’s stupid, but their entire idea was the stupidest thing known to man

But you thank her because at least for now, she was helping you

Even if she had ulterior motives

Even if she’d backstab you later and kick your body in a ditch to rot

Even if she led you to walk into the lions den knowingly

At least for this small moment she was an ally and you felt the need to thank her for her help

Even if for a minute she was on your side

At that she paused

Going completely still as if processing your simple words

‘Thank you’ two words that can convey so much

Words your repeated so much in your childhood yet never revived from anyone but Mary and eventually Dante

They could mean so little and yet also convey the world

And you have a feeling that if for a moment just like her allyship that your words meant the latter

A simple thank you meant something to her

Makes her pause

Maybe even makes her feel a semblance of guilt as she looks over her shoulder at you and nods

“Sounds like a plan” the edges of her lips quiver and you’re unsure if it’s from keeping down a smile or guilt seeping into her.

The island looms before you as you look down at the pistol in your hand and briefcase of goodies in your other

Truthfully you just kinda grabbed any weapons you could alongside ammo and some medical supplies and threw it in there

That’s not even mentioning the stuff that was previously in the case that was quickly overlooked and you shoved shit in and closed it in a hurry

Only gods of organization knew how you were able to cram so much In a 8 by 12 square grid system but you’d done it

Whats perhaps even more miraculous was the fact that you could even carry the military grade briefcase

Maybe it was magic?

All you know is that lady gave it to you “in case you need it one day” with a wink and pat on your shoulder

She then left it at that, not answering any of your questions of what prompted this as she shoved the case into your hands and walked off to do a mission or something

A sly look in her mismatched eyes and a kiss blown your way that Dante pretended to catch and shove into a blender

Which earned him a reminder of his increasing debt with that somehow tacted onto it

Knowing her there was probably some sort of canon in there that you overlooked as you packed in some handguns and a pair of swords that looked cool

You sigh, your grip on the case and the gun tightening as you began to make your way up to the mansion?

Your not exactly sure what else to call it besides maybe a castle villa

Immaculate stone walls curling up into the sky as you walked pathways carved into the islands side

Stone on the left whilst a steep fall into the ocean on the right

A safety hazard in every meaning of the word not even mentioning the living safety hazard that was Dante ripping and tearing through this place already

You will admit though, this place was beautiful

A solemn sort of beautiful with its gothic peaks and intricate stone masonry

Yet the place screams and cries of an unspoken tragedy

Whether it happened or was yet to come was undetermined until you began the trek to walk its halls

To selfishly help your begrudgen friend and idiot of a boss

Your not the best at fighting still, just barely started being able to hit the bullseye of targets set up

But this wasn’t something you’d let him do alone

Not when the ghost of his mother haunted him in a form of blood and flesh

So shaking away your worries you enter the castle

But not before also shaking away the distinct feeling of being watched

A pair of Golden Eyes peering into the back of your head and disappearing just as your turned to look over your shoulders

Lingering for just a moment longer staring out trying to search

Before making your way to your mission

Entering the eeriest place known to man the entrance? Which was a crack in the wall closed behind you

Sealing you off from walking out of this nightmare and waiting outside

Something that your mind screamed at your dumb tender bleeding heart

But what’s done has been done

The door to safety has closed

This leaving you to voluntarily walk towards the nightmare

And boy was this place creepy as fuck

Walls of stone surround you as you walked around this decrepit place

A crumbled stairway lit by dull candlelight

Distant echoing of footsteps and the occasional ticking of a grandfather clock

Greek pillars tower over you in an imposing manner as a statue of a man atop a horse rides into a mock battle in front of carpeted stairs

The fact you swear you feel eyes follow you yet again

Everything here makes your grip tighter than before

Fingers clamping up so damn hard it hurt

But perhaps tighter than your grasp is your resolve

So you press onwards

Heading onwards through an unlocked blue door

It seems you found where Trish seemingly took the plane? It was hung up

But that didn’t make any-

You know what your worry about that later

What you needed to worry about were the weird ass puppet corpses scattered in the ground

A clear sign Dante or something else had already been through here

And what you should expect to potentially fight

The puppets themselves are half hazardly stitched together

With crude weapons in their wooden hands

Strings cut leaving the marionettes dead on the ground in their colourful Italian garbs

Despite them being on the ground already defeated you don’t risk it

Instead giving each a shot to the head as an extra measure

Some twitch and flail but then fall stiff like their wooden limbs

And you enter through a twin spur of red doors

Finding a long hallway and a room you quickly enter with yet another red door

Maybe specifics the door colour was unneeded but helping catalogue it could be beneficial later on

Especially since your already starting to think this place was a maze

There you find a small library’s worth of books scattered across tables with scrolls tucked away in boxes

And then a statue on a pedestal

The watcher of time

Distantly in the temen-ni-Gru you remember walking past a few of these

It was seemingly something connected to the demon world

Vergil mentioned Something about lesser demons offering the blood of their own kind to be blessed with the lioness woman’s grace

She stares impassively at you through band carved marble

The hours glass atop her back making her strain and yet she offers grace

A kindness in feline eyes

Though you don’t have much to give her you decide to make a small cut on your finger for her

Letting a few droplets of blood drip down onto her mantle as an offering

Even if your not Dante who can benefit from this you’d at least like to think you’ll get some luck from this

You’d need it

You hate this place

It’s claustrophobic and cold

Hallways twisting like snakes within a labyrinth

Filled to the brim with various variations of demons

And now almost more than anything you hate puppets (you still hate Arkham’s jester ass more but soon it might be second place)

Your been following Dante’s trail of destruction through the various hallways and a courtyard

Not to mention climbing up a tower

All the while more puppet parts trailed ahead of you

You knew Dante was skilled and quick but damn did he make it through this place in a record time

It was impressive even fro him

Especially considering his tendencies to fool around and show off in combat

Instead of going for quick and easy kills as you had he metaphorically played with his food

Making showy finishers and changing between weapons and fighting styles

Making combos in quick succession

Here though it’s clean cuts

Methodical with how their sliced in half or how the head is cut off

You guess it does make sense that maybe he was particularly upset

This was about revenge or something

With a sigh you slip into yet another room

A pair of wooden doors open to reveal a bedroom you basically deflate at the sight of

Your sure as hell you’d hadn’t aged the worst of the worst that this villa had to offer but those puppets sure as hell drained you

Because sure, Dante and Lady trained you

But that still didn’t mean you were necessarily a pro nor enjoyed this

You just cared too much about Dante to go against your own discomfort to do this

Blood drips down and stains the once pristine white of your button up

Dirt and gunpowder mixed in as well

The room itself is pretty nice

A big canopy bed likely covered in dust

A statue of a woman that looks like it needed to have something implied in the chest to release a glowing gem

An ominous mirror that has the reflection of some weird demon knight in it

A desk of old tomes-

Wait what was that part with the mirror

You whip your head back to the mirror just in time to see a figure walk its way out the reflection

Imposing was one way to describe it? Him? Her?

Well whatever the demon knight was exactly

curled horns pointed downward

Well used looking armour

An ominous purple glow

And most wields though the eyes

Golden glowing eyes that bore into you to a degree you didn’t know possible

As if the demon was trying to stare directly into your very soul for whatever reason

Shit bullets definitely aren’t going to work on it, not with that armour

And you definitely don’t have time to rummage through your briefcase hoping for something to get the upper hand

Not with the giant ass sword on its back dripping demon blood…

A realization hits you

Perhaps along the way the trail of bodies was at some point was Dante’s

But it seems at some point this knight was the one making the bread crumb trail knowing you’d follow

Purposefully leading you to here

A trap

You knew walking into this place was a trap in the first place

Like walking into the labyrinth as Theseus did

But you hadn’t expected something quite like this

Intentionally leading you to here

To this dusty ass bedroom

Wait, why’d he’d lead you to a god damn bedroom of all places to ambush you?

Was it the dramatic mirror entrance? If so literally popping out of nowhere would’ve been just as creepy

This is so weird even beyond the whole demon shit happening that it’s kinda ridiculous-

Your snapped from your racing thoughts as the knight outstretched a hand towards you

Gloved yet with pointed claws

Despite aiming at it there’s no reaction

Not like it had much to worry about anyways when you’d bullets probably would do nothing but still

You had to do something

Protect yourself at least a little before you died

So you’d at least say you died trying to

Or died in battle to end up in Valhalla or something

“Hey stop!” The knight doesn’t heed your words, its gloved claw still getting closer “I’ll shoot asshole!”. It’s a bluff, you can’t not when for some reason your body freezes in some sort of doe response. Never thought you’d become one of the horror move protagonist with the survival instincts of an apple you’d used to complain with Dante about, but here you were.

Its gaze is piercing, making your body feel as if it’s frozen under the weight of its power and its weird motivation to stare at you. Its face, or what you had initially assumed to be its face doesn’t move even as you begin to hear it speak in a quiet and strained voice that broke at every word uttered “hold…infinity…palm…han-“.

Whatever it strained to say is interrupted when the door opens revealing the familiar red of a certain demon hunter. Blue eyes widening when seeing you and then the approaching hand of the demon knight. He doesn’t think, Dante just moves to action whipping out ebony and ivory. “Hands off pal” his tone lacks the usual joking edge and it’s instead sharp and cold, he pulls the triggers shooting at the gauntlet making its movement stop inches from you. The face you now realized to potentially be a mask whipping around to the intruder with a huff only you can hear it exude. “This stinkin hole was the last place I’d thought I’d find anyone with guts, especially someone with the guts to try and harm my assistant” though less cold than what he’d said earlier there’s still a tense anger to his words, a bitting edge to his mocking.

The knight doesn’t respond to him or attempt to talk as he did for you, instead keeping its gaze on you a moment longer before snapping its fingers and making the balcony doors open. It pauses and then motions for Dante and you to follow before jumping down into the courtyard below, the doors closing behind it.

Immediately afterwards Dante turns to you and you tense up perhaps even moreso than with the knight.

You were so screwed.

Even if you survived Dante, Lady was sooooo gonna kill you

[revelboo]

Hello Happy new year.

I really wanted to thank you for all your transformers writing. Humans meeting Cybertronians will always make me happy, especially when it's followed with several angs and misunderstanding shenanigans.

I love how cybertronias either get their humans by picking them randomly (Autobots and Decepticons on earth) or the humans literally appear in front of them (Lost Light crew). Its like the universe is telling them "now bond" in the most awkward get alone T-shirt (*cough* transformers one au).

Also, where are you storing all the souls people are offering you? I would like to sacrifice mine for more of the sweet Murder Machine Tarn or (but just if you can and would like to) some Sunder.

Gotta save the Cybertronian race somehow- scenarios with the three least okay Cybertronians

Obsessive Cybertronians Scenarios 18+ 🌶️

Sunder x Reader, Tarn x Reader, Vortex x Reader

Sunder

• “Where were you?” That husky, low voice strokes over you as the inner door seals behind you. Can hear the shivery sound of his chains sliding as he strains against them. You know he can’t get loose, that he’s trapped, but the fine hair at your nape still prickles with a combination of fear and excitement. Unlike the Cybertronians on the ship, Sunder can feed off your memories but can’t shred them and destroy your mind. Understand that, but you can still feel it when he gets in your head and sometimes it goes both ways. His twisted thoughts and emotions spilling over into you. Spreading like poison through you. “I need you.” Eyes closing as he shifts restlessly, you gather your strength and remind yourself that you’re in charge here. Starting up the scaffolding that had been erected to give you access to his berth, your breath comes quicker. Fear and need. “I missed you, little love.”

• Head turning, he watches you, glossa sliding over his denta. They’d forced him to mass displace to make him manageable and bound him, giving him you thinking he can’t manipulate you. Fools. Though he’s enjoyed playing with you, dabbling in your memories. Finding all sorts of lovely insecurities. Like the fact that you’re surrounded by Cybertronians, but so lonely. “You’re just hungry,” you mutter, drifting closer anyway. Because you’re as hungry as he is. Afraid of what the crew will think of you if they find out what you do with him. To him.

• “Starving.” Hands bound at his sides, he flexes his servos. “What has you troubled? Come here.” Those blue optics stare at you, his lips parted as his hips lift as much as they can. Taunting you. “Let me taste.” Know he means your memories, but as he slides that glossa over his denta you shiver. Because you don’t trust him, know exactly what he is, how awful and ruined he is.

• “Not happening,” you say as you toe off your boots and strip off your lower coverings, leaving the rest on. Hips lifting again when you lay a soft hand on his chassis and shift over him. That little touch sparking through him, letting him in. Clever fingers finding the panel and releasing his erect spike. Optics shuttering and lips parting as you grip him and guide him to you. Letting you believe you’re in control as you take his spike deep into your wet heat. Taking your pleasure as he uses the contact to delve into you, feeding off of your memories. Living through them as you brace your palms on him and undulate against him.

• Is It how wrong it is that makes it so good? Or is his corruption spreading to you, making you as twisted as he is. Head tossed back as you bounce on him, your breath catches. Feeling him in your head, spreading like smoke through you. Whimpering as you remember the last victim. Hunting another Cybertronian, so hungry. Eager for the kill, his hunger twisting through you as you devour their memories. Under you, he’s whispering in that silken, terrible voice. Crooning to you as you ride his spike. “Let me go, little love. We could be free,” he groans as you move faster against him. “Take such good care of you.” Hear his chains rattle as his hips rock up against you, voice growing strained. Know he’s lying to you, but you want it a little more every time. Want him even as you fear someone checking on you and finding you on his spike.

Tarn

• Servos tightening on your hips as he kneels behind you, you whimper as he buries his spike inside you. “Weak,” he snarls, hips moving urgently against you to stroke deep. “Blasphemous.” Cheek resting on your outstretched arm, hips up as he ruts against you with deep, hard strokes, his optics glint at you from behind his mask. Because no matter how much he insists this is wrong, he doesn’t stop. Sneering at humanity and weakness in front of the rest of the DJD, but when it’s just the two of you, he can’t seem to stop reaching for you.

• Running a palm up your spine as he thrusts against you, lost in the feel of you gripping his spike, he hates it even as he needs it. Needs you. “Tarn,” you moan and his optics shutter, hips pumping frantically as you tremble under him. Every single time he claims you, he swears it’s the last time. That he won’t succumb to this weakness. This shame. And then he finds himself bearing you down, mounting you again. Wishing he was stronger. That he could just break you and be free of this addiction, but never able to. How many times has he wrapped his servos around that delicate throat while you rest against him, thinking how easily he can end this? But never following through. Unable to lose you.

Vortex

• “Do it,” he groans, mask retracted and denta bared as you press that little blade, the one he’d given you, to the mesh of his neck under his chin. Hands on your hips, he rocks himself against you. Feeling the way you tighten on his spike. “Is that what you want? Me to beg? Please.” Laughing, he lifts his hips and throws you off balance. Feels the little bite of pain of the blade cutting him, before you yank it away from his throat, eyes wide. “Frag, a bit harder. Deeper.” Not sure if he means the blade or his spike stroking inside you. Servos tightening on your hips as he rolls. Hears you swear as the little blade goes clattering and that lovely coppery scent fills his senses.

• Back hitting the floor as his hips surge against yours, you hook your legs around his waist. Feel the wetness running down your wrist where you cut yourself. Spike pounding deep, he catches your arm and drags your hand to his mouth. Latching onto you, the side of your hand gripped in his denta as his glossa slides over the shallow cut to make you squirm. Pain and pleasure spangling together as you dig your thumb into his neck, finding that little nick and pressing against it until he shudders against you, biting hard enough to make you cry out as he releases. Hips surging against you, as he runs his glossa against the inside of your wrist and stares down at you, venting raggedly. Slipping free of you long enough to flip you onto your belly, then he’s inside you again, hips pumping as his mouth brushes your neck and shoulder and he bites again. Gripping you in his denta as he ruts against you and you scream, coming apart. Trembling as he keeps moving against you, both of you unable to find pleasure without pain. The same kind of broken.

If they fully bond to him, he could, but they’re refusing to give in completely so far

[evilwickedme]

Help me, a disabled transmasc with no income, save my traumatized cat

Bug, who survived October 7th, is currently being hospitalized for liver failure and possibly blockage in his bile ducts and/or jaundice. The minimum cost of his hospitalization is 2000 USD, but since they told us that it's unlikely that we'll get him back in under 3 days the cost is closer to 3000 USD, and may go all the way up to 4000. My only income is my disability check, which goes to cover rent and utilities and leaves very little to use to cover such a huge and unexpected expense. Please if you can, donate to my ko-fi to help save my boy:

(if you're Israeli, DM me for details on how else you can send me money)

@not-the-blue is offering some commissions to people who've donated (minimum $10 donation). Contact her for details, she is a fantastic artist and I've commissioned her multiple times. Below the cut are some of my favorite pieces of hers & some of my commissions (including one I forgot to post oops) as well as more details about Bug's life so far

More Bug details:

My boyfriend and I adopted Bug last summer, with the hopes that having a friend would calm my other cat down a little. Originally I was going to call him Spike - my other cat's name is Buffy - but what we got was not the skinny boy he looked like in the pictures, but an overweight, tail-less creature that looked, well, kind of bug-like. Over the past ten months he has been slowly - SLOWLY - losing weight as he has been playing with Buffy and eating a steady healthy amount of food.

He came to us deeply traumatized, having been found locked in a room in the south on October 7th with shrapnel in his tail, necessitating its removal (there's not even a nub!). At first he was quite skittish, although over the past ten months he has warmed up to us steadily, and a few weeks ago he actually sat on me for the first time! Kind of hilariously and also tragically, he's afraid of the dark, and when we go to sleep he spends a good half hour every night crying at the top of his lungs, and guys - you've never heard a cat that sounds more like just straight up a baby, it can be so distressing to hear.

Over the past week he very suddenly started deteriorating fast. He started coughing, throwing up this green foam, stopped crying at night, spent most of the day hidden under the bed, wasn't eating as much and eventually at all. We took him to the vet the moment we could, and they said he needed to be taken to the ER to be hospitalized *now*. So we rushed him there, and were eventually told he's probably going to need several days of hospitalization. The itemized bill made me cry even harder than I was already crying - I can't afford to take care of my boy.

Buffy also got sick earlier this year, although in a much less serious manner, and she has an appointment that will probably result in most of her teeth getting taken out next month, in itself not a cheap process but nowhere near as expensive as this. And because of the war with Iran, my one source of income for this month was literally canceled - no public events when missiles could land at any moment.

We're already at over 25% of the goal reached, which means the world to me. Still, the goal is a minimum - it may very well end up being much, much more expensive. Your help has been so appreciated - I've gotten some very generous donations, but also just the people who've shared it and the kind words people have sent with their donations. Thank you thank you thank you

[sectumsempraaa]

Luck & Stardust

Pairing: they’re all in love with you 🤭 x fem!reader (not house-specific)

Featuring: Draco, Theo, Mattheo, Lorenzo

Word count: 2.4k

Based on this request! Thank you :)

TW: none lol welcome to fluff city

Summary: With February 14th quickly approaching, the Slytherin boys fight for your affection in pursuit of being crowned your valentine. Some attempts are better than others, but only one can be the best… and it’s one that you never saw coming.

“Don’t even think about it, Diggory.” Theo snaps, giving the Hufflepuff a look of utter doom.

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, your favorite group of Slytherins have taken it upon themselves to act as your own personal Queen’s Guard.

Many of the Hogwarts boys are scrambling to make you their valentine, each attempt failing as miserably as the last, not unlike this one. The boys can’t fathom sharing you, and they won’t. It’s them, or no one. Cedric silently backs away with his hands raised in surrender.

Mattheo’s got his eyes buried in a book, keeping his stare down as the next suitor approaches you from behind. His voice is threatening enough, there’s no need for him to make eye contact.

“I wouldn’t, McLaggen, if you’d like to keep your neck straight.” Mattheo says, lethally monotone. Cormac scoffs and opens his mouth to retaliate, but not before Mattheo can interrupt him.

“Neck. Straight.” He spits, absent-mindedly making a fist with his right hand. It’s safe to say McLaggen got the message. Theo and Mattheo share a look, shaking their heads in annoyance.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Draco groans, standing from his position to size up one of the Weasley brothers headed your way. “Try and see how quick I’ll make Fred an only-twin.”

“I am Fred, you filthy snake.” He replies, an uncommon bitterness in his voice. His retort admittedly makes you laugh, no one is usually brave enough to fight back. Draco notices your reaction, a muscle flinching in his jaw.

“I care less about your identity than I do about the slugs you’ll be coughing up if you even entertain the idea of asking her.” Draco says, the tension reaching a high.

They stare at each other for a long moment, performing the standoff of a lifetime. You decide it’s time to interfere.

“Sorry, Fred. Maybe next year?” You say apologetically, giving the boy a sympathetic look.

“Over my dead body.” Draco mutters.

When Fred walks away, you glare at each of the boys, rolling your eyes in irritation. “You know, this is why we don’t get invited to things.”

“The missing out is worth knowing you won’t end up with a bloody Gryffindor.” Draco grunts, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth in a scowl. Theo chimes in, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Sorry, amore. This is what happens when you’re under our wing.” He laughs, placing a dramatic kiss on the top of your head. Lorenzo nearly spits out his tea, giving the boys a baffled expression.

“You lot are mental if you think we’re not the ones under her wing.” He exclaims, nudging your arm with his. Theo argues with him, listing off all the instances where they’ve protected you.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, mate. You’re literally wearing a bracelet, that you made because she asked you to, with her name on it.” Lorenzo gives Theo a smug smile and laughs to himself.

You shrug to Theo and stand up to leave, taking your bag with you. Mattheo grabs it from you, always being the one to carry your things. You don’t even think about it anymore, it’s just what he does.

Draco walks you to your next class, stopping you at the doorway and turning to you with a defeated look. You already know what’s bothering him.

“You’ll survive.”

“I can’t stop them when I’m in another room.” He grumbles, glaring at the handful of boys entering the classroom. You take his face in your hands, directing his gaze to yours.

“It will take a lot more than a couple of heart-eyes to be my valentine.” You assure him, pinching his cheek before pushing past him into the classroom.

“Oh, if you only knew what’s coming,” he starts, his words dragging on with satisfaction. You whip your head around in suspicion.

“What’d you say?” you ask.

“Oh nothing, love. Go on.” He sends you off with a small wave and a smirk that tells you trouble is coming.

—

The day has finally arrived and you have long since forgotten Draco’s little quip from that day before class.

You’re all dressed up, your hair styled your favorite way, a glow emitting from your face. You clasp a heart-shaped necklace around your neck, laying it gently on your chest.

Upon entering the Great Hall, you’re immediately swarmed with dozens of boys holding cards and candy, yelling and reaching out to you in desperation. Your eyes widen with panic, your feet staying frozen in place from shock, your books fall to the floor, mixing in with other lost belongings.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Mattheo shoving through the small crowd, pulling you into him when he finally gets to you. The rest of the boys go utterly silent at his intimidating presence.

“Go.” A single word, yet you’ve never heard him so threatening before, a look like hell in his stare. His arm snakes around your waist, your heart still coming down from the sudden attention.

Neville throws you a small smile and a subtle wave as he picks up his blue quill and his wand, before he disbands with the rest of the group.

Mattheo turns to you, the bitter glare melting into a nurturing gaze. “I’ll really do it.” he says, you have a feeling you know what he’s implying.

“I don’t doubt that.” You smile up at him, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you to the Slytherin table where Theo, Draco, and Lorenzo have taken place already. They give you your space, creating a seat for you between Draco and Theo.

You look down to the table to discover all your favorite breakfast foods laid out before you, a tiny gasp escaping your mouth. The surprise comes to you pleasantly after the overwhelming ambush. A blushing Theo presents you with a cup of steaming liquid.

“Your favorite meal, and your favorite drink.” He murmurs, carefully placing it in front of you.

“You’re kidding. The coffee we had in Rome?” You asked, your voice coated in disbelief, your eyes still running over every pastry and fruit before you.

“Had it delivered here just for you, bella. And maybe I bribed the house elves to make your breakfast extra special.” He brags. Before you take a bite of your danish, you plant a long, dramatic kiss on his cheek.

“Buon San Valentino, cara mia.” He whispers near your ear, taking in the grin of joy on your face. The other boys start scoffing, making disgusted faces and pretending to be sick as they dig into the treats.

“Let me get this straight- you’re asking our beloved and most precious Y/N to be your valentine by making her scrambled eggs?” Lorenzo jokes, shaking his head in disbelief. Draco’s laugh chimes in, earning a grimace from Theo in return.

“Grazie, love. You’re the best.” You hum, finishing your meal and getting up to leave, Mattheo once again carrying your belongings. You run a hand through Theo’s hair, bidding him a gracious goodbye.

—

“Who on Merlin’s sacred earth…” a student’s voice echoes behind you as you take in the spectacle.

“The only one who can afford it.” You respond, your voice full of knowing and awe. One minute you were in the hallway, sending Seamus Finnigan away with another valentine rejection.

The next, you were in your common room, every inch of which was adorned with white violets, yours and Draco’s mutual favorite flower.

You feel a presence behind you, a pair of arms wrap around your torso, pulling your back against him.

“Draco, how?” you turn your head up at him to ask, his grip on you tightening until you’re snug against his chest.

“I’d make anything happen for you. It doesn’t matter how. Happy Valentine’s, you perfect pretty thing.” He squeezes you extra hard, earning a bout of laughter from you. The satisfaction on his face is evident by a warm expression.

“I think they make me look rather ravishing,” Lorenzo appears, a handful of the white violets tucked into his hair. Draco sighs in frustration, the moment tarnished by his friend. “It’s too bad they’ll all be dead in two days.”

You release yourself from Draco’s hold, his eyes filled with anger and defeat. He takes an aggressive stride towards Lorenzo, teeth gritted.

“Good, I can bury them with you seeing as you’ll be sharing an expiration date.” Draco retorts.

“You think she’s gonna fall into your arms because of some bloody plants?” Lorenzo mocks.

You let the two boys fight it out, throwing empty threats and cheap insults at each other. In the meantime, you sit on the couch, braiding some flower crowns for you and your friends.

When you brought one to Professor Sprout after lunch, it made her entire day.

—

Later, your group is sitting in the courtyard enjoying a rare sunny winter day. The heat gives you chills, your skin basking in every second of sunlight.

The boys sit around you in a circle, facing you while sharing gossip on the day’s blossoming couples. Your ears pick up their conversation.

“Yeah, well not everyone wants a damn teddy bear, Theo. It’s not very original.” Mattheo snickers. You find it quite adorable, the sound of them arguing over what makes a sentimental gift.

“Original, hmm. You mean like this?” Lorenzo straightens up while handing you a gift-wrapped box. “Open it, baby.”

Lorenzo may be sweet, but he loves to cross the line, purely for the personal fulfillment of bothering the others. The nickname earns him an immediate smack on the back of his head from Draco, but he only laughs at the blow.

You open the gift wrap to reveal a moving picture frame, the first photo taken a couple summers ago when he was carrying you on his back into the lake by his family’s estate. The way your head is thrown back, and the way his cheeks are marked with sunburn takes you back to a happy time.

You hear an envious whisper come from behind you, no doubt belonging to Theo. “Fuck, that’s a good idea.”

Draco leans his head over your shoulder, giving him a better vantage point. Then, the photos begin to cycle through a gallery of… well, mostly just Lorenzo.

“How are you this thick, Enz? These are just pictures of your putrid face,” Draco jabs, causing Mattheo to grab hold of the frame. He literally falls over laughing, his hands covering his face.

You turn to Lorenzo, a slight embarrassment hinted in his eyes, but proud, nonetheless. “I will treasure this forever. It really screams… you.” You joke, brushing a thumb over his cheek and giving his arm a squeeze, appreciating the attempt.

He mumbles to himself, swatting at Mattheo. “Foul gits.”

The frame later finds a spot on your bookshelf. You meant what you said.

—

After dinner that evening, Mattheo leads the group out to the pitch bleachers and sits behind you, placing a leg on either side of you. He wraps his robe around you, keeping you warm in the February night, leaning your back on his chest.

A sudden gust of wind blows, knocking over your book bag. Draco scrambles for your stuff, stowing the items away.

A stray piece of crumpled parchment lands next to you, your hand grasping and smoothing it out before it can fly off.

Just as your eyes read the words, an eruption of light explodes in the sky, the colorful shards falling gracefully down. The next few are heart-shaped, reds and pinks illuminating the clouds.

“Are you a firework? Because you make my heart burst.” Mattheo says playfully, nudging his head into the crook of your neck. You scoff at the lame joke, shaking your head.

“You’re the worst and I love you for it.” You poke fun at him before planting a kiss on his temple. “This is really gorgeous, Mattheo. If only my valentine were here to see it.”

“Yeah. Wait, what?!” He exclaims, surprise etched on his every feature.

The others quickly look to you for direction as you beckon them closer. “Look,” you say.

You unfold the piece of paper you found before. “I think my books got mixed with someone else’s when I was flocked this morning.”

Lorenzo grabs the paper, then Draco. He stands up and reads it to himself, his face filled with jealousy and resentment. “It’s got her bloody initials on it.” He states before passing it around, each one reading the passage to themselves:

your heart is cosmic fire

wicked stardust

and I am but pieces of you

“It’s… poetry.” Theo remarks, earning a questioning look from the others, like they’ve never heard of it before. “Romantic poetry. From who?”

“Which one of you did this?!” Mattheo yells, giving each boy dagger eyes.

“It was me, Y/N.” Theo admits, followed by a brief and tense moment of silence.

“With no due respect Nott, you couldn’t even write your own name this nice.” Draco drags. “The handwriting is nearly better than my mum’s. Weird though, quill ink is usually black. This one is blue.”

And then it hits you. The Great Hall. The books on the floor. Everyone’s things getting mixed up from the crowd crush. Mattheo’s rescue, the blue quill, and that soft, endearing glance from…

“Longbottom.” You whisper. The name rolls off your lips, bringing you arguably the biggest smile you’ve worn today. The thing is, the boys know you’re right. Neville the sensitive, Neville the sweet.

“Well that’s just diabolical.” Lorenzo sneers, the group huffing and puffing in defeat.

You read the words again and again, every word imprinting in your memory. He probably didn’t mean for this to get in your hands. In fact, he’s probably off somewhere right now frantically worrying that you found it.

So you won’t tell him. Neville: the unwitting valentine.

You fold the paper up, storing it in your pocket. One by one, you pull each of the boy’s arms towards you, creating a huddle in the bitter cold. Their body heat keeps you warm, their heads all resting on your shoulders and lap.

“I love you guys.” You say, meaning each word as you all continue to watch the fireworks above you. Their collective bitterness was quickly replaced by the desire to be near you.

“And we are very lucky to be loved by you, Y/N.” Draco professes.

As you watch the colorful display, the best memories you have with the boys start to play like a film reel in your head.

All the brawls they’ve gotten in for you, all the times you rescued them from detention, all the pranks you’ve pulled on each other and the countless times they fought over who would marry you… and all the times they promised to keep you safe.

The glow of the fireworks reflects on their faces, unknowing of your loving gaze on each of them. You repeat the sentiment to yourself, the altered phrase hitting closer to home this time.

and I am but pieces of them.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 22]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.3K

You felt nervous when you got ready to go to Hongjoong's place to work. The last time you saw each other and spoke, it was at your shop where Hongjoong confessed his feelings for you and you realised that you may have feelings for him too. You drank your iced tea with a soft sigh.

*DING DONG*

"Coming!" You put your mug down and went to answer the door. You felt your breath caught in your throat when you came face to face with Hongjoong.

"Hongjoong." For some reason, you didn't consider the possibility that he would come pick you up.

"Hey." He smiled at you.

"I'm almost ready... Come in." You returned a soft smile and stepped aside for Hongjoong to come in. Hongjoong bowed his head and removed his shoes, following you in.

"Sorry, I won't take too long. I just have some dishes I meant to clean." You hurried to the kitchen.

"Take your time, it's okay." He replied. Unlike last time, he didn't go to the couch, he stayed in the kitchen area with you.

"Can I help you? I can wash while you dry and put the plates back" He offered, already removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves before you could reply.

"With my dishes? No, no, Hongjoong. It's fine, really." You coughed, you really didn't expect him to offer his help. It almost felt wrong for him to be helping with dishes, he probably had people help with that but you felt bad for judging him like that.

"I can wash dishes, (y/n)." He chuckled.

"I'm already done. It's not much considering I'm one person." You laughed, putting them on the drying rack. They didn't have to be returned now, they could dry until you return home.

"Would you like some cold brew tea? The weather's quite warm today and it can cool you down." You asked.

"Sure. Thank you." He said. You moved to the fridge, filling one of your to-go mugs with the cold tea from the pitcher.

"Here you go." You held it out to him. He received the mug graciously and took a sip, nodding his head at the taste. You let out a sigh of relief and returned the pitcher.

"I was worried it might be too strong, I think I went overboard with the dried leaves." You giggled.

"Not at all. I have always been more of a coffee person but after drinking all the teas you made, you've changed me." He said.

"Don't flatter me." You playfully scoffed, finally able to let out the mental breath that you have been holding. Nothing has to change, you still can be comfortable around Hongjoong.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." You nodded and grabbed your bag. Like the gentleman he is, Hongjoong held the box with all your gardening tools inside while you held the jacket he removed earlier. He unlocked the car and you tried to help him with putting the box in the boot. Then he opened the door for you to get in.

"Do you mind holding that for me?" He gestured to the blazer neatly tucked in your arms. You shook your head and he closed the door to go to the driver's side.

"Should we go for lunch before returning to the house?" Hongjoong asked, starting the loud engine.

"I don't know if we should be playing hooky." You shook your head.

"It's fine, I'm the boss and technically, your boss. So I don't have to work and I can say that you don't have to start work yet." He laughed and you giggled.

"Seonghwa might beg to differ." You pointed out. Hongjoong snorted but still drove to a place where you could both grab a meal.

"Here we are. Wooyoung says the sandwiches here are good." He said, pulling up into a parking space.

"Alright, only because you already drove here despite my protests." You chuckled and got out. You waited for Hongjoong to put the hood of the car up, trying to ignore the passing stares.

"Thanks, let's go." He jogged over to you and held the door open for you.

"Woah, I guess this is a popular place." You said, noticing how packed it was inside with people waiting around either for an empty table or their orders. There was no way you and Hongjoong would find an empty table so fast.

"We're definitely not getting a seat. It's fine, we'll just eat in the car." He stood beside you with a shrug, scrutinising the menu board with his hands into his pockets.

"Are you sure about that?" Your eyes widened as you turned to him. Eating in such an expensive car? What if you drop crumbs?

"Yeah, of course. It's fine, Mingi sends my car to get cleaned all the time." He grinned.

"Be careful." Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him to prevent someone carrying a tray of drinks from bumping into you.

"It's crammed in here." He said. You blinked, feeling flustered at how you were suddenly so close to him.

"R-Right." You cleared your throat, taking a step back slightly. You never noticed how nice Hongjoong smelt. Wait, what?

"Have you decided what you would like to have?" He leaned over to ask you. You looked up at the menu, focused on that instead of whatever happened just now and what your intrusive thoughts were.

"Umm, maybe I'll try to breakfast sandwich with a strawberry lemondade. It looks good." You said. Hongjoong nodded and continued to look at the menu, a little indecisive of what to order. When it was your turn to order, you both stepped up to the counter. Hongjoong gave your order first.

"I'll have the chicken cutlet sandwich. No lettuce, no tomato, no onions. Oh! And a berry smoothie. We'll get fries on the side to share." He ordered, fishing for his wallet.

"I can pay, Hongjoong." You said softly.

"It's fine." He smiled back and tapped his card on the reader before you could pay, receiving the order ticket from the cashier.

"I momentarily forgot you don't like vegetables." You giggled, remembering how he asked for all the vegetables to be removed from his sandwich.

"Why waste calories on things that don't taste good?" He questioned back with a smug look.

"Vegetables are delicious, Hongjoong. And they're good for you. You're worst than a child." You rolled your eyes.

"You're getting very naggy with me, like Hwa. I don't like that. Stop hanging around him so much." He narrowed his eyes at you, making you laugh.

It took you to realise that Hongjoong was using his body to shield you from the crowd in the shop. You stood between the wall and him, with him angling his body slightly, his back facing the rest of the shop to prevent anyone from possibly bumping into you.

"Order #128!" The cashier called out your number.

"Why don't you go outside? I'll get the food." He gave a kind smiled, moving past you to go to the pick up window. You left the shop and stood outside to wait for Hongjoong.

"Thank you for braving the crowd." You giggled when you saw Hongjoong emerge.

"No problem. I guess we shouldn't have come right before lunch rush." He chuckled, letting you take the drinks so he could unlock the car.

"It's fine, wasn't too bad." You said and opened the car to sit inside. You assumed you were going to sit here in the car and eat but Hongjoong started up the engine.

"Aren't we eating here?" You asked.

"We're eating in the car but not here. There's no nice scenary." Hongjoong snorted and began to drive.

"Ah, we don't need a nice scenary, Hongjoong. It's fine to eat in the carpark." You giggled. Hongjoong continued driving, parking in a spot by a park. Once he found a parking space that didn't have that many people walking through, he put the hood of the car down so the both of you could eat.

"Here." Hongjoong took the drinks from you, removing them from the cardboard holder to put them in the cupholder of the front console instead. Then he dug your sandwich out.

"This is yours. And I got sides to share." He laid the paperbag down as protection and balanced the tray of tater tots on top.

"Thank you for the food." You smiled and unwrapped your sandwich to take a bite.

"Sorry." You apologised and held your sandwich in one hand so you could take your ringing phone out. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw that it was Seonghwa calling.

"Hello, Seonghwa." You greeted. Hearing his best friend's name, Hongjoong looked at your curiously.

"Hi. Considering you're never late and that Hongjoong isn't picking up his phone, I'm guessing he detoured to some place?"

"You've guessed correctly. Sorry for being late-"

"Hwa, I told her it's fine to be late. I was the one that dragged her out for lunch before going to the house." Hongjoong took your phone from you to speak to Seonghwa.

"Yeah, we figured. I just wanted to make sure that she's with you, just in case anything happened while she was on the way here. Like I told her, I know (y/n) is never late so it must be your doing. Don't take too long, we have a 3pm meeting later."

"Ah, there you go, nagging me again. I won't be late for the meeting, I promise. If there are any papers, just put them on my desk." Hongjoong groaned.

"Hyung! I wanna speak to-"

Hearing the others in the background, Hongjoong hung up. He smiled innocently before handing you back your phone.

"Are we in trouble?" You asked. Even if you sounded like you were joking, Hongjoong could sense the underlying worry in your voice. He shook his head.

"Even if we were, it's most likely me that's in trouble. Not you." He smiled and took another bite of his sandwich.

"Your food is very... beige." You pointed out.

"Alright, I get it. I don't eat vegetables. Enough with the teasing!" He growled, holding his sandwich away from you so you couldn't make fun of him anymore.

As you finished the rest of the food, you both spoke comfortably with one another. It was easy to find common topics to talk about.

"We should go to the house. We're already late and I don't want to be any later." You said, your uncomfortableness evident in your voice now. Hongjoong nodded, not wanting to stress you out any further. He drove to the house. Just as he pulled up to the driveway, Seonghwa and Yeosang arrived on their bikes.

"Where were you two?" Hongjoong asked as they climbed off. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, was Hongjoong really in the position to ask them that?

"Mingi fitted new suspensions so we went for a test run. Where were you, hyung?" Yeosang asked back.

"We went for a quick lunch." You replied, a little too quickly.

"Next time, we can take you for a ride if you'd like, (y/n)." Seonghwa offered with a wink. You giggled and nodded along, unable to see Hongjoong behind you, whose eyelid was twitching slightly.

"Go park your bikes, don't block the driveway." Hongjoong said to the two, leading you into the house.

"See you later." You bowed your head to the two.

"Don't take up their offer to ride with them. They're racers, it's not safe." Hongjoong cautioned. Your heart warmed, realising this was Hongjoong sharing more about their lives with you.

They all raced, cars and motorcycles. If you were going to really be around more, it was something that you would have to get used to.

"You should go to work before you're any later tooo. You can put the tools down here. I'll bring them to the garden myself." You said softly. Hongjoong shook his head and followed you to the garden. He placed the box on the ground.

"Thank you, Hongjoong. Not just for this but for the lunch... And picking me up." You added, bowing gratefully.

"It's no problem, (y/n). I like hanging out with you." He smiled softly, placing a hand on the top of your head. You smiled back at him, feeling your heart race.

"I'll see you later?" He tilted his head. You nodded and gave him a small wave as he went into the building.

"Okay, calm down." You told yourself and let out a long exhale.

"Good afternoon, (y/n). Is it okay if I work in the gazebo?" San walked over to you and asked with a smile, his laptop and some files tucked under his arm.

"Of course. It's your house, San... I'm merely a visiting worker. You shouldn't ask me." You giggled.

"You know you're not just a worker here. Not to us." He smiled kindly and bowed his head before going to the gazebo to work.

You went back to work, pruning the surrounding hedges. They were growing well, looking healthy and providing a little 'fence' around that main garden bed.

"Yes! Hello there." You cheered when you noticed how some of the herbs in the box were growing well that you could harvest some. The rosemary stalks, lemon balm and sweet basil plants were ready to be picked. You stood up and went back into the house to get a bowl from the kitchen.

"Hey, (y/n). What's going on with that?" Wooyoung asked, seeing you emerge from the kitchen with a metal bowl.

"Some herbs can be picked so I'm gonna harvest them. Maybe the cooks can use some for cooking." You informed with an excited giggle. Wooyoung's eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Can I see?"

"Of course." You smiled and he followed you out. You bent down by the herb bed and began to harvest some.

"So what are all these?" He asked, deciding to bend down to be on the same height as you to get a closer look at what you were doing.

"Rosemary grows quickly and it's a sturdy plant so there's quite a bit of harvest. This is lemon balm, it comes from the same family as mint so it looks similar, great for making tea." You explained.

"Okay, I know this one. Basil, I learnt how to make pasta from the chefs the other day." Wooyoung smiled.

"Do you have an interest in cooking?" You asked.

"It's popular with girls... A skill I can show off..." Wooyoung said with a sheepish smile, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he admitted to you. For someone always confident, it was the first time you saw him so flustered.

"I understand." You hummed and finished collecting the herbs, putting them into the bowl. Wooyoung walked to see what San was up to while you headed back into the house.

"Here you go." You handed the chef the bowl full of fresh herbs.

"Wow, they smell amazing. Thank you, I'll definitely put them to good use." He smiled.

"I'm glad." You giggled and went back to work. With the garden slowly getting healthier, there was less maintenance for you to do now. It was a good sign.

"Oh! (y/n)." Hongjoong stopped on the staircase, looking up from his phone. When he saw you, the frown on his face dissipated.

"Hi." You waved, noticing he was in new clothes, a full suit that looked a lot more formal.

"I'm... heading out. How's the garden?" He asked, pointing to the front door where he was going to leave, coming down the last few steps so he could talk to you a little closer.

"It's going great, actually. I harvested some herbs with Wooyoung earlier to give to the chef. With the garden in good condition, maybe I'll only need to come once a week to water and maintain it." You stated with a proud nod. But Hongjoong didn't really like the idea of you coming less.

"Come over less...?" Hongjoong repeated the only part of your statement that he focused on.

"I mean, it frees up a day to do other things. Not work. Besides, it feels unfair for you guys to pay me when I don't have work to do." You shrugged with a giggle.

"You know it doesn't matter. I'll pay to have you around more." Hongjoong smiled, speaking honestly, making you flustered.

"Sorry, I have to go. I'll see you?" He checked his watch.

"Yeah, don't be sorry. Have a nice meeting." You smiled. He grinned back and walked to the front door while you went the opposite direction, going back to the garden.

"Where did you go?" Wooyoung asked, leaning against the pole of the gazebo where San was working.

"I-I was giving the chefs the herbs that we collected." You stuttered, leaving out the part where you spoke to Hongjoong.

"Then why are you stuttering? Did something else happen, hmm?" He sang as he teased you with a smug smile, leaning forward until his face was mere inches from yours.

"Don't bother her." San reached out to shove him. Wooyoung let out a cackling laugh. You didn't know if Hongjoong told the others about you and him yet. They were his brothers first so you were not in the position to tell them anything.

"I'm going back to the garden." You stomped away, wanting to get away from this conversation.

RINGGGGG

"Hello? Oh, Jihoon ah." You pressed the phone between your ear and your shoulder to talk to him as you worked. Hearing 'Jihoon', San and Wooyoung looked at each other.

"Woo, don't interfere. They're not officially together yet." San reminded, seeing the look on his best friend's face.

"I know that but I have to help the captain if there's competition, right?" Wooyoung scoffed.

"He can handle himself." San sighed.

"I'm not letting her attention be taken away by another man. I have to help my captain." Wooyoung declared, marching towards where you were talking on the phone.

"Well, leave me out of it." San mumbled with a shake of his head, looking back at his papers.

"Hey, (y/n)! Stop working! Let's go get some ice cream! It's so hot out." Wooyoung yelled, making sure Jihoon would have heard him.

"Yeah, I'm at work... It's fine, I'll call you when I'm done with work. Alright, Jihoon. Have a great day." You said and hung up. You shot Wooyoung an odd look, wondering why there was a need to shout when you were right there and obviously on the phone. But then again, Wooyoung was always chaotic and loud.

"I can't just stop and have ice cream. I'm working, Wooyoung." You raised an eyebrow.

"But you were on the phone~ And it's so hot out, you deserve a treat to cool off and as a 'good job' for all your hard work!" He gave you a thumbs up, putting his arm around you.

"Do I want to know why Wooyoung was shouting?" Seonghwa asked from the second floor, leaning down.

"Want ice cream?" Wooyoung asked back.

"Sure." Seonghwa shrugged and came downstairs. Soon, Mingi and Jongho also emerged, somehow having heard about there being ice cream to eat.

"Should we call San?" You asked, eating a spoonful of your ice cream, remembering the male working outside by the garden.

"I'll text him." Mingi said after he finished putting the toppings over his ice cream.

"Why are you all here suddenly eating ice cream?" Yeosang came into the kitchen, seeing everyone scattered around. San snorted as he scooped his ice cream but didn't say a word.

"Because it's hot out. When do we need a reason to enjoy some ice cream?" Wooyoung asked. But deep down, he knew he was going to hold this against the captain because he so owes Wooyoung a favour right now.

~

Series masterlist

[assortedcriminality]

snippet #3

Contains: blood (not much), knives, violence

Civilian’s eyes fluttered open, their vision intensely blurry. Blinking a few times to clear it up and wincing from a sharp pain in their temple, they raised their head. Instantly they startled, letting out a yelp as a figure came into focus across from them—staring right at their face.

“Awake at last,” the person drawled, tapping their fingers on the table-the table? 

“W-wh…” words failed Civilian immediately, their mouth refusing to cooperate. Their brain hadn’t yet caught up with their surroundings, but they were pretty sure they were sitting up. Why would they be sitting up? Who was the person on the other side of the table? Where-

“I’m sure you have quite a few questions.” The stranger’s voice interrupted their train of thought. “But I have some rather more pressing ones for you as well.”

Another wave of hurt came from Civilian’s head. They reached up a hand to steady themself, ignoring the stranger, but felt something…wet. With some hesitance, they took it away. It was covered in blood.

“I’m sorry about that,” the person said in a tone that didn’t sound very apologetic. “My employee was a little rough. But it was a necessary precaution, as I’m sure you’ll soon understand.”

Civilian tried to respond, to ask what was going on, but their voice wouldn’t cooperate. All that came out was a dry, rasping cough that shook their whole body. 

“I’ll give you a minute to recover,” said the stranger. They shifted through a pile of papers on their side of the table that Civilian hadn’t noticed before. Their pen jotted a few quick notes down on one of the sheets while Civilian took a deep breath, trying their best to ground themself. They couldn’t panic. They had to stay focused. If they couldn’t figure out what was happening and didn’t manage to escape on their own… well, Lover had insisted on them having that tracker in their phone.

“Wh-where am I?” They finally managed. Their voice was hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in months. Hell, they didn’t know how long they’d been out. It was possible. Unlikely, sure, but possible. God, I really, really, really hope not.

The stranger smiled and wrote something on their page. “The Agency, of course.”

Civilian blinked. “The-the Agency? Like… the hero agency. For people with actual superpowers? What?”

“Most people with actual superpowers, as you say,” the stranger corrected. “There are always those who slip through our fingers and dedicate themselves to villainy. That’s what I’ve brought you here to discuss.”

Their head pounded. “Who are you?”

The stranger’s grin widened. “Why, I’m Superhero. I thought that was quite obvious.”

“S-Superhero?” This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. They’d eaten spicy food last night and were having a bad dream, that’s it. Why would Superhero, of all people, kidnap them? They weren’t a hero, not even a sidekick. Sure they had powers, but the Agency only took first and secondary powered individuals. Civilian’s tertiary power, the ability to calm others with their singing, was good for helping Lover relax after a long day at work, but not so much for fighting crime. 

“Yes. Now then, Civilian, I wanted to ask you something…” Superhero flipped through a file, pulling out a photograph. “Do you know who this is?”

Civilian raised an eyebrow, wincing when they found it hurt to do so. Of course they knew who it was. The picture was of Supervillain, the most notorious criminal in the city. They had evaded the heroes for years, stealing from every important figure in range and causing destruction with their powers of invulnerability and telekinesis. In the photo, they had their hands raised, floating in front of a smoking skyscraper. A team of heroes were surrounding them from all angles, but they wore a confident smirk, as if they knew something no one else did. “That’s Supervillain.”

“Indeed. Now—“ Supervillain took another photo from their folder and slid it across the table. “I believe you know this person?”

Civilian started. The image was of Lover, wearing a suit in a restaurant. They appeared to be meeting with a business partner, as they often did. “Why do you-“ 

“Answer the question, Civilian,” the hero interrupted. “Do you or do you not know this person?”

“I-I do,” they stammered. What did Lover have to do with this, whatever ‘this’ was? “But-“

“Everything will become clear in just a moment.” Superhero withdrew the photo and placed it back in the file. “You and this person, Lover, have been dating for over three years. Is that correct?”

Civilian stared at them. “I…yes. That’s right.”

“And you work as a performer?”

“Yes. I’m a-a singer.”

The crimefighter scribbled something and glanced down at a paper. “And Lover, they’re in business?”

“Real estate,” they said numbly. “But why-“

“All in due time,” Superhero said without looking up. “Real estate,” they chuckled quietly, giving no explanation. “And you met them when?”

Civilian shifted in their chair. “A little under four years ago. I was doing a show at a restaurant. They came up after, gave me a tip, complimented my voice…”

“And you lived happily ever after,” Superhero finished for them, flipping through a few more pages. “You live together, yes? An apartment building off 57th?”

“How do you-“ 

“Nice apartment for a real estate mogul, isn’t it?” they cut in. “Penthouse and everything?”

“They work for a very successful-“

Superhero closed the file with a pronounced slam. Their expression was incomprehensible. “You want to know why you’re here, Civilian?”

Civilian, caught off guard, nodded. 

The hero folded their hands on the table. “I want information on Supervillain.”

Their head was spinning. This was all so confusing, so wrong. None of it made any sense. Why would Superhero kidnap them—violently, it seemed—and think they knew any more about Supervillain than the Agency? “I don’t know why you think I can help you. I don’t know anything about them. Please, I don’t know what you did to me, but just leave me alone.”

Superhero tilted their head to the side, a pitying expression forming on their face. “I know you know, Civilian. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they snapped, standing up. They were done with this. Clearly, Superhero wasn’t the person everyone thought they were, all shiny and moral, placed on a pedestal by the whole city. “But I don’t want to hear it.” They stormed over to the door and were about to throw it open when their body froze against their will, hands slamming to their sides. 

“Sit,” Superhero said. 

Civilian’s eyes widened in horror as their legs began to move back towards the chair of their own volition. They’d never seen Superhero’s powers used before, never imagined how terrifying it could be. The ability to control others with their mind, used to easily dispatch criminals without any need for bloodshed. They struggled to no avail as their hand reached to pull out their chair. Superhero’s face was full of mock disappointment. 

“Now then,” the hero said as Civilian was forced to sit down again. “Let’s continue, shall we? We were talking about Supervillain, weren’t we?”

Civilian couldn’t speak. They couldn’t move. They were trapped in their own body, unable to do anything but move their eyes. 

“Please don’t continue your naive stubbornness,” they sighed. “I’m afraid I don’t have the patience for it. Tell me what you know. This is your last chance.”

“I don’t know anything,” were the words that shot out immediately, before Civilian even realized they could talk again. “Please believe me, I don’t know-“

“Civilian, dear.” Superhero shook their head. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe you when I know you’re dating Supervillain.”

Their breathing stopped. “What?”

“Supervillain, Lover…” the hero shrugged. “One and the same. I mean, it all seems quite obvious now. I simply can’t trust that you didn’t know.”

A laugh burbled up in Civilian’s throat. “You can’t be serious. Lover, a master criminal? That’s ridiculous. You have the wrong person. Lover doesn’t even have powers.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve never noticed anything off about them? Like the way they never seem to get injured, even everyday things like paper cuts and little bruises?” they asked skeptically.

“They’re just-just lucky, I guess.” Come on. Anyone could avoid injury just by being careful. And besides, just because Civilian had never seen them get hurt doesn’t mean they never had been. 

Superhero’s eyebrows rose. “Lucky. All right, how about the way they’re gone from dusk to dawn with no real explanation? Or how we’ve witnessed them meeting with Villain, a known criminal, under the guise of making a real estate deal?”

Civilian shook their head vehemently. “No. No. No. You’re wrong. You’re wrong. It’s all just a misunderstanding. They’re not like that. They would never break the law like that, put people in danger.” Their voice rose. “You don’t know them.”

The hero let out a snarl, their face contorting, rising half out of their chair. “You know something. I know you do. You will tell me.”

“I don’t know anything!” Civilian yelled, standing up again. Superhero seemed to have forgotten to keep controlling them. “Leave me alone!”

Superhero rose to their full height, sliding their chair back. Their expression was murderous. They put a hand on the edge of the table and slammed it to the left, making it crash into the wall. Civilian let out a yelp, hastily stumbling backward as Superhero approached.

“St-stay away from me,” Civilian said, hands outstretched. Their back hit the wall. Before they could move, Superhero’s hand smashed into the brick beside their head. With their other, they pulled a knife from their belt. Civilian froze, terrified eyes meeting the hero’s furious ones.

“You do know. You know everything. And I will drag it out of you however I need to,” they growled. “I don’t even need this knife, though it would be fun. I could make you jump out of the window. I could make you stab yourself in the heart. So I suggest you tell me what I want to know. Now.”

Tears began to slide down Civilian’s face. “Lover isn’t Supervillain, I don’t know anything, I swear, I don’t know—“

Superhero’s knife slashed up in a flash of silver, cutting a bold line across their cheek. They cried out, more tears mingling with the blood that immediately began to stream down their chin in a thin, steady line. 

“How dare you,” they demanded, managing to glare the supposed hero down through their pain. “Everyone parades you around, saying how amazing and great you are, and here you are torturing me.”

A sinister smile formed on Superhero’s face. They angled their knife on their captive’s shoulder, starting to slowly dig in with the tip. Civilian bit their lip, determined to be defiant. “No one ever needs to know. Give me what I want, and I’ll stop. Simple as that.”

“I…” they trailed off, gasping as Superhero dug their blade deeper into their shoulder. “Don’t know… anything.”

“You lying bi—“

BOOM. The door fell flat on the wooden floor, sending up a cloud of dust. Bricks clattered to the ground, loosened by the force. Superhero whirled around, knife still held tightly in their fist. A tall figure stepped into the light, clad in a dark gray supersuit and a black mask that covered their features. A mask anyone in the city would recognize. 

“No,” Civilian breathed, forgetting their pain.

“Supervillain,” Superhero drawled. In a flash, they turned momentarily to seize Civilian’s wrist and pull them forward. They were too frozen to struggle as the hero’s arm wrapped around their waist and the knife was placed on their pulse point, forcing their chin up. “How nice of you to join us.”

Civilian held back a sob as Supervillain’s masked gaze slid to them. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. They hadn’t believed it for a second, not through the hero’s insistence. They had never doubted their partner, not ever. They’d never had a reason to. But now…

“Lover.” The name was less than a whisper on their lips, but the villain still flinched.

Superhero glanced down at their hostage. “You really didn’t know?” They gave an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I suppose you were somewhat useful. Now…” They faced Supervillain with a triumphant expression. “Turn yourself over to me, or I slit their pretty little throat.” 

Supervillain’s finger twitched. It was an almost imperceptible movement, unnoticeable had Civilian not been watching them a hawk. A wicked blade, about twelve inches long, sat in the air in front of Superhero’s face. It was as if it had appeared out of nowhere. The hero stiffened.

“Release them. Now. Or I kill you. They’re innocent, they have no part in this.” Their voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, deeper and a little raspier than usual. 

Superhero sneered at them around the blade. “They lost their innocence the second they started dating a master criminal. They’re just collateral now.” They increased their pressure on the knife, causing a thin line of blood to bead up on the hostage’s neck. “You’re fast, but are you fast enough? You might kill me, but you’ll be too late to save them.”

Civilian trembled in the hero’s grip, staring at the criminal’s motionless figure. They didn’t want Supervillain—Lover—to kill Superhero, no matter how terrible they were. They didn’t want to watch Lover do such a horrible thing, accept that they were capable of murder. It was the right thing for Supervillain to turn themself in, but Superhero was corrupt, possibly unstable. Civilian didn’t want to see them win either.

“Fine.” Supervillain’s blade clattered to the ground. The criminal held out their hands to Superhero. “Take me. Just let them go.”

The hero grinned. They stepped away from Civilian, offering the knife to them handle-first. “Hold this for me, love. For insurance.”

For the second time, their hand moved of its own accord. To their horror, it grabbed the knife and placed it on their neck again. They were frozen like that, not even able to speak. Supervillain’s shoulders tightened. The hero drew closer to them, taking a pair of thick power-suppressing handcuffs from their belt. 

“I can’t believe all it took to bring in the mighty Supervillain was a little mouse of a civilian,” they said, grabbing the criminal’s left hand roughly and forcing it into one of the cuffs, securing it with a loud click. The hero lifted their head and smirked at their masked face. “Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” Supervillain murmured. Their captor continued speaking, but it wasn’t Superhero they were looking at. Instead, they gazed past at their partner’s ashen face, the blood matted in their hair, running from their cheek and shoulder. That’s when Civilian saw it. The subtle twitch of the villain’s finger on their uncuffed hand. The dusty brick that seemed to appear out of nowhere, hovering just above Superhero’s head. The hostage’s eyes widened. The hero hadn’t seen the movement, they were focused on their monologue, convinced they had already won. Civilian couldn’t say anything, couldn’t warn them. They weren’t even sure they wanted to. 

The brick came down. Superhero collapsed to the ground mid-sentence. Civilian dropped their knife, backing away. They watched as Supervillain knelt and unclipped a set of keys from the unconscious hero’s belt. They chose a silver one and unlocked the cuff on their left wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. Only then did they look up at their partner. Soundlessly, they brought a hand to their face and slipped off their black mask, revealing the features beneath. Lover’s eyes met theirs. 

“Civilian, I’m so sorry—“

“Save it, Lover,” they said, voice trembling. “You lied to me. You’ve lied to me from the day we met. You’re a villain.”

Their pain was obvious on their face. “I know. It’s my fault you’re here. I’m so, so sorry, Civilian. I never meant for you to get hurt.”

“I was going to get hurt anyway!” they burst out. “No matter what happened, you were going to hurt me. Maybe not like this, but did you really think you could hide who you are forever? Why did you do this?” Their voice broke. “Why would you do this to me?” 

“Because I’m selfish,” they said. “And I love you. I loved you too much to tell you, and I was too selfish to let you go.” 

“Is that supposed to make me forgive you?” Tears began to well up in their eyes again. Their head pounded. “Because you love me, you think that makes everything okay?”

“Of course not.” Their voice was full of anguish. “It doesn’t make up for it. Nothing does. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I would understand if you hated me forever.”

“Lover…” Civilian put a hand to their forehead. The room was spinning, lightheadedness sinking in. “Lover, I don’t—“ 

Their knees buckled. Lover was there in a millisecond, catching them gently and holding them upright. Their head fell into Lover’s shoulder. The villain examined them with concern. A sheen of sweat stood out at their hairline. Their breathing was shallow and laborious. 

“Civilian. Civilian, are you all right?” they asked. 

“It-it hurts,” they whispered. 

Their partner’s eyes widened. “You’ve lost more blood than I thought. Your adrenaline’s kept you functioning all this time.” They placed a hand under Civilian’s knees and lifted them up into their arms. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I want to go home,” they mumbled.

Lover gave them a sad smile, starting out of the empty door frame. “So do I, my love.”

So do I. 

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cough cough you ahould totally write something about gerards… supposed vomit kink… thats jus me though but like, imagine reader with really bad emetaphobia comforting them while desperately trying to ignore his own hard on💔💔💔😭my shaylaaaaa

OMGGG this one hits hard bc i used to have insanely bad emetophobia for most of my life (like seriously. i haven’t puked in 9 years now i think.) i still def have moments but i’ve gotten a lot better now lol. would it be weird to say that writing this kinda helped?

also sorry for the delayed response to ur ask i rly wanted to make sure i did this justice 🙏

tw: vomit, reader has emetophobia, this is gross, dddne, nsfw under cut

Fuck… fuck…!

This can’t be happening. You shake over the porcelain, silently praying to whatever god that would listen to magically make you feel better. Those prayers go unanswered as your stomach continues to churn with almost painful nausea.

Fuck! That last tequila shot was the worst mistake you had ever made in your life, it felt like. You can still hear the commotion and music downstairs, likely fueled on by that same bottle of liquor.

You had gone through all of your usual rituals and practices to calm yourself down; slowing your breathing, telling yourself that you’ve gotten through this before, even if it does happen that you’re still safe… But it feels different this time. Not like the times before when “it felt different” but it turned out to just be anxiety. It’s actually different this time.

You are going to throw up.

Despite knowing how it would likely be much better to get it over with, your instincts won’t let you go through with it. So, you suffer through the waves of nausea like you always did, holding on for as long as you can.

Reaching for your phone, you decided that some emotional support would help. You hover your shaking finger over your boyfriend Gerard’s phone number before figuring that you would just text him instead. The thought of opening your mouth right now, let alone talking felt like it could open the floodgates at a moment’s notice.

hey babe

i’m upstairs in the bathroom

can u come up for a sec?

Now, to hope that he somehow noticed his phone chiming over the loud album release celebration downstairs…

Gerard, the ever loving man that he was, showed up within a minute of you pressing send. He knew about your phobia and took it seriously, unlike the others you would tell. Most of the time, when you told someone how you had emetophobia, you would get some variation of the same response: “Well, no one likes throwing up!” But they just didn’t understand. They didn’t understand just how crippling it was. How you could barely leave your house some days. This phobia controlled your life. And you were about to face it head on.

Your boyfriend didn’t have to ask what was going on when he spotted you hunched over the toilet. He tightened, but relaxed a bit when he saw that the toilet bowl was clean for now. Gerard found solace in the fact that he had at least gotten to you in time.

Hopefully that makes up for the sin he’s secretly committing.

“Too much to drink, huh?” Gerard whispers softly, leaning over to rub your back. You only nod slightly in response, still too afraid to open your mouth. Your body shakes from the intense waves of anxiety that come along with the waves of nausea. “It’s okay baby… promise that you’re safe. Nothing bad is gonna happen t’ya, alright?”

Gerard tries to hide his slurred speech caused by some tequila shots of his own earlier, but it’s ultimately not too successful considering his focus on hiding something else much more humiliating. Your boyfriend shifts his weight on the balls of his feet where he crouches down beside you in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure of his tight jeans on his growing hard-on.

You two had prided yourselves on being extremely open with communication as a couple. There was nothing that you hadn’t or wouldn’t share with one another. That was true, except for one thing. Gerard was turned on by puke.

It’s fucking disgusting, and he knew that! He was planning on telling you at some point, but decided that it would be best kept in the locked box of his mind once you had revealed your phobia to him. As much as Gerard had willed for his gross kink to go away for your sake, it always lingered in the back of his mind. And now, it was being forced to the forefront as he watched his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life, about to be sick before his very eyes.

“D’ya… d’ya want me t’help you?” Gerard asked “Might be better to just get it over with, no?”

He was asking for the sake of both of you. As a relatively frequent puker himself, Gerard had learned it really was better to just stick some fingers down his throat. And selfishly, he really did want to see you be sick. He knew that there would probably never be an opportunity like this again, and that sick part of his mind needed to take it.

You shudder in fear, but you know that he’s right. It would be easier for someone else to help you anyways, since you know that you could never in a million years work up the courage to stick your own fingers down your throat. It felt like asking anyone else to hold a loaded gun up to their head with the safety off.

Squeezing your eyes shut, nearly in tears at this point, you force yourself to nod.

The tightness in Gerard’s pants only grew in anticipation. “M’just gonna put my fingers in your mouth then, alright baby? Just relax f’me…”

As promised, Gerard slips his index and middle finger between your lips. That act alone makes his cock twitch. “Ready?”

You take a deep, shaking breath. You are about to chicken out and pull away from your boyfriend’s fingers when Gerard suddenly pushes deep into your mouth.

It doesn’t take much.

He’s barely touching your tongue when a gush of liquid comes falling out of your lips and into the porcelain below. Gerard takes in the sight, having to bite his lip to hold back a humiliating groan that threatened to spill from his own lips. A second wave of sick pours out of your mouth and around his fingers. The sensation of the warm liquid on his hand almost has Gerard cumming in his pants untouched.

You’re gripping the toilet seat so hard that Gerard swears you’re gonna break the thing. Your figure is shaking hard, and Gerard takes his vomit-soaked fingers out of your mouth to rub your shoulders.

“Did so good f’me, baby. See? You’re okay… M’sure you feel better now, too.” Gerard coos sweetly into your ear, desperately hoping you can’t hear the heart-pounding lust laced in his words. His cock strains so hard against those damn skin-tight jeans that they feel like they might rip.

A sick voice in Gerard’s head wonders if he can get you to have a couple more drinks before the night is over…

[chickren]

hiii, could you elaborate on jaime's relationship with tywin in the books? and how tywin's introduction in the show diverges from that? 🥺👉👈

lol because that scene never happens in the books?

because nothing like it really happens in the books?

lmao, because, the first time we see any real sign of tywin and jaime’s relationship it’s tywin saying ‘tyrion, why do you suck while jaime is a god?’

it’s such a disservice to tyrion and cersei to pretend that jaime doesn’t have tywin’s approval, or perhaps even admiration.

unlike that weird season 1 deer scene, in the books tywin doesn’t blame jaime for being in the kingsguard. that’s aerys’s fault as far as tywin knows. after all, if tywin himself couldn’t prevent it, how could jaime? (sure we know better, but tywin doesn’t.)

and do you think tywin isn’t proud of jaime for killing aerys? do you think tywin wasn’t thinking ‘that’s my boy’ after the sack of king’s landing? that shit was right in tywin’s wheelhouse.

and then there’s the one interaction we see between jaime and tywin. jaime walks in knowing what he’s facing with twyin vs tyrion. that’s because jaime has always had tywin’s number in a way cersei and tyrion never did. why? because jaime has seen what tywin is capable of and he doesn’t like it. jaime quite literally takes tyrion’s kidnapping in agot into his own hands because he doesn’t trust tywin to look out for tyrion. as he’s on his way back to king’s landing in asos he thinks about just what he’s actually worth to his father and how much that calculation has taken a hit now that he’s short a hand.

so when tywin asks jaime to give up the kingsguard, does jaime hang his head and scuff his toe like his show counterpart? lmao. this is the difference in privilege between jaime and his siblings. jaime immediately says: noooo. and means it. not only means it, but from that moment starts plotting against tywin and cersei to save tyrion.

we see this reinforced when cersei begs jaime to save her from tywin’s machinations to marry her off again and he’s like, lol, tell that bitch no. to jaime it’s a very simple, very accomplishable thing if you don’t give a shit about tywin’s disapproval.

because jaime’s been walking away from tywin since he was a kid.

the only moment jaime even wavers in that interaction with his dad is when tywin disowns him. lol and that is not about approval. it’s because all jaime wants in the world is love, and up to this point love was a thing that existed exclusively in the realm of his family.

and lest there be any doubt, i ask you, who breaks first? the last real thing jaime hears from his father is a message sent through kevan. a peace offering, in the form of oathkeeper. here it is, son, the valyrian steel i’ve been trying to reclaim for the fam for years. it’s yours. you’re my boy.

and what does jaime do with tywin’s sword? lmao. i ask you. what does jaime do with tywin’s sword?

see, book!jaime’s story with tywin is not about tywin’s disapproval of jaime. it’s about jaime’s disapproval of tywin. it’s embedded in his chapters. it’s embedded in his character. everything about jaime’s latent lust for honor is a repudiation of twyin’s ethos.

he disapproves of tywin’s use of gregor clegane and amory lorch. he disapproves of tywin’s orders to kill aegon and rhaenys. any lack of understanding of tywin’s nature is destroyed by the tysha incident, which appalls jaime.

he isn’t looking for tywin’s approval. all he ever wanted was tywin’s love.

all of this is reinforced in feast. it’s everywhere in jaime’s vigil for tywin as he tries to do his duty but can’t cough up a single tear and even chucks the appearance of grief out the window when his living breathing son, who he definitely feels late breaking affection for, needs him. it’s when he looks around the realm and goes oh shit, this would have been tywin’s problem but now it’s mine and uses tywin’s reputation to accomplish his goals without actually employing tywin’s monstrous ruthlessness.

but mostly we know the whole show concept that jaime’s just always been trying to earn tywin’s approval is bullshit as far as book!jaime is concerned, because we’ve read jaime’s chapters and we know the truth.

it’s joanna’s disapproval that literally haunts jaime. not tywin’s.

[omeganronpa]

Least To Most - Likely To Say Something Embarrassing To Alpha!Reader That They'll Regret Whilst Sick With a Very High Temperature

(Including Shino, Neji, Naruto, Haku and Shikamaru)

A/N: This is lovely Amy's (@animeomegas) Christmas/Hanukkah present this year. We decided to keep it easy because she's injured still and I am busy with the attention span of a rock right now (and also incredibly sick...like ongoing sickness from last year type sick so writing is hard again) :)

And to be clear, I'm like 90% sure I did this prompt wrong so.....

Warnings: sickfic, Haku has done fucked up things hint, Shikamaru - he's his own trigger warning at this point, Neji's trauma

LEAST

Haku - Will Say Something Embarrassing but Can't Feel Embarrassment Therefore Regrets Nothing

Listen to me, Haku cannot feel embarrasment. He says what he says and he means what he says. And yes, that means any weird, disturbing, horny, or out-of-pocket thoughts that he maybe should keep to himself.

Chances are the things he's saying are things he'd say to his Alpha anyway at some point or another. He may even repeat something he said previously but with more emphasis. Haha.

His Alpha is his safe person. The one person who vowed to be with him forever, for better or worse. They are mated. Married. Haku loves and worships them in the healthiest way he can, therefore, he has no reason to feel embarrassment or regret for what he may say. He's confident that nothing will change the way his mate sees him.

His ramblings usually take a darker turn at the worst of the illness and he will admit to all the horrible things about his past with Zabuza and his clan that he tries to forget. Many times, its terrifying. Haku was a trained assassin from an early age by a missing nin. He's done things that would repel normal shinobi. He doesn't like to get into details normally but he's very chatty about it when his brain isn't controlling his mouth. He usually breaks down during these times.

When he gets better, he usually wants to talk about it all - to clear things up, to answer any questions, etc - but he isn't embarrassed nor does he regret it. As far as he's concerned, this is just him and his Alpha getting closer and them knowing him on a deeper level than before.

Haku's pretty face was damp with sweat as you pressed a cold compress to the back of his neck. He mewled, the sound hoarse from his aching throat.

You tut, trying to reign in your worry. The nurse said he'd be fine, that the medicine she gave him will break his fever soon.

Still, it was so unlike Haku to get ill.

"Alpha?" your mate whispers, his pretty eyes hazy as he blinks at you.

"I'm here sweetheart," you croon quietly back, using your free hand to pull strands of dark hair out of his face, "I'm not going anywhere.

"I...killed them..."

"Hmmm? Who?"

In your years mated to the pretty Omega, he had made you privy to his past as a child assassin picked up by Zabuza but not everything. He never gave explicit details and you never pushed, knowing that, as a shinobi yourself, some things were better left to rot until the memory faded into forgetfulness.

"The children...." Haku whimpered, tears pooling underneath his long lashes, "But...I...I couldn't...I was-" He's cut off by his own coughing - the sound somehow both wet and dry-, his weak body wracking with the force of it.

You shush him in an attempt to keep him from getting upset but he keeps going once they stop.

"I was just a kid....but I knew better..." The tears bleed over his cheeks, mingling with the sweat, "I wanted...I wanted to show Zabuza...." He coughs again but he keeps going despite it, "I was strong...so he'd keep me....A-alpha, I killed them all...they-they didn't stand a chance...."

Ignoring what the nurse had told you, you abandon the compress and pull him into a sitting position so you can hold him against you. His body shudders as he cries, his hand weakly pulling at your sleep-shirt.

"I-I'm so sorry..." he sobs, pressing his face into your throat, "Alpha..."

"I'm here, Omega," you hum, petting his wet hair, pumping out waves of calming pheromones, "I'm here."

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

Naruto - Will Say Something Embarrassing But Regrets Nothing

Naruto is higher up only because he can feel embarrassment but he is also someone who says and does embarrassing things on the regular and it does not phase him. And a lot of the time, his Alpha is around when it happens so tbh, its nothing new for the relationship lol

He also really doesn't get that sick. He had Kyuubi for so long that his immune system is God-Tier even after Kyuubi is gone. If he has a fever that makes him delusional enough to just say whatever, Alpha is taking him to the hospital. His Alpha isn't really too worried about his word-vomit nonsense when they are checking him into the ER.

Naruto switches between cooing at how amazing his Alpha is and making out-of-pocket observations about fucking everything. Man goes from 'You have the prettiest eyes baby' to 'do you think they're going to take my penis?' really fast. "oh look at that, it looks like *says something incredibly insulting" is very common too.

He may feel a little sheepish if he says something that is incredibly outlandish but unless it caused severe trauma to someone in the vicinity, he does not care.

Honestly, if he gets sick enough to talk out of his ass, he is just going to laugh about it with his Alpha when he's better. Some of it will end up in their relationship's long list of inside jokes. He won't get embarrassed over something like this. He won't regret it either because as far as he's concerned, he's done worse to make an ass of himself XD

Shikamaru - Will Not Say Anything Embarrassing, Therefore Has Nothing to Regret (Only with his Alpha Tho)

Shikamaru is in the middle of the list because he actually won't say anything while delirious from a fever to his Alpha. Why?

Because the man is sleeping the fever off. He isn't saying anything because hes likely not conscious enough to say anything. He will wake up long enough to eat and take medicine but his coping mechanism for illness is neverending naptime so when he's done, hes going back to bed. His Obsession is there so he doesn't need to do shiiiiittttttt.

This comes with a caveat however. The above only applies to Alpha. If his Obsession is with him while he is sick or recovering, he's fine.

HE WILL - AND I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH - MAKE A FOOL OUT OF HIMSELF IF SOMEONE ELSE IS TAKING OVER HIS CARE AND HIS OBSESSION IS NOT IN HIS EYESIGHT WHEN HE WAKES UP. Because then he is making a whole ass of himself both because he's a little delirious and because he is worried about where his mate has gone.

Shikaku loves to bring up the time he took over watching Shikamaru for an hour so Alpha could run to the shop for more soup and Shikamaru woke up. Loves to go on and on and on about Shikamaru went from 'why the fuck are you here' to 'MY MATE IS PERFECT AND AMAZING' to '*sobs* I drove them away. I didn't even get to see them walk away too. How could I fuck it up so bad I don't even get to look at their butt when they walk away from me forever?' Harps on how, when Alpha walked back into the room, Shikamaru immediately stopped and passed right the fuck back out.

You were gone for twenty minutes. Twenty. Minutes.

Not even full minutes.

More like 19 minutes and 46 seconds.

Yoshino grins behind her hand as she sits at the dining room table reading a book. You could hear the muffled argument happening upstairs. You wince.

All the progress on healing Shikamaru's sore throat was likely gone now.

"How bad?"

"Not too bad but you should probably get in there before my son passes out from exertion. He tried to escape twice and also wont take his medicine."

You sigh, dropping your grocery haul onto the counter and making your way up the stairs towards the noise, "Of course he did. Of course he isn't."

A very loud, concerning thump followed by shattered glass stops you in the middle of the stairway. You look back at your mother-in-law with exasperation, "For people that can literally control people via their shadows, they seem to very much like restraining people the hard way. Maybe things wont get broken as often if they just....did that."

Yoshino snorts, "I think they just like to tussle."

The voices get louder as you approach the door. You can't make out any of the muffled yelling but you know that there is a physical struggle now by the thumping.

Taking a deep breath, you open it.

Everything goes silent.

Shikaku's holding Shikamaru around his torso, doing his absolute best to wrangle his incredibly ill and sweaty son back into the nest you built for him. Shikamaru, in the middle of a struggle, stares wide-eyed at you.

Shikaku looks relieved to see you, dropping his now limp son into the nest. Big brown eyes don't break from yours as Shikamaru resettles himself in the nest, mindlessly opening his mouth and swallowing the pills Shikaku drops into it. His face is bright red, his clothes damp with sweat.

It takes a few more solid seconds of eye contact before Shikamaru leans back and immediately falls back to sleep.

Shikaku shakes his head at you, "I'm starting to think I need to send out obligatory apology cards to every Nara that married into the clan."

Shino - Says Something Embarrassing and Regrets It

Shino does not handle being sick well. He never has. He requires a lot of doting on when he's ill because being sick makes him feel vulnerable. When he's vulnerable, he's emotional. When he's too emotional, it can get very weird and stranglely volatile????

He gets cute-aggression often. This is amplified when he is ill. Suddenly he's saying things like "You are so appealing to me. Why? Because your skin feels like home when you touch me and I want to bite it off a little" and "I want to kiss you until we die from suffocation."

Sometimes, in the worst of it, will just hold your hand and tell you a random memory of his childhood. Mostly, they are good stories. Some are not so good. Some are him divulging his deepest worries and concerns. TBH his illness is the perfect chance for his mate to figure out how to improve their relationship.

When Shino comes out of it, he will immediately try to curl into a ball and stew in how embarrassed he is. Once or twice, its brought him to tears from the intense feelings of humilation and regret.

All his Alpha has to do is make it into something sweet. A little "Oh well, I thought it was lovely that you shared that with me" or a "you are so cute, pretty Omega" or "I love that you trust me so much" to make him feel less horrible about the whole thing. Just remind him that you are there to take care of him in sickness (emphasize this) and in health and therefore its nothing to be embarrassed about. He's still embarrassed but the sting is now gone.

Neji - Says Something Embarrassing, Regrets Everything and Wants to Die.

Just fucking kill him.

Neji is very strict with his health - he has to be given his clan did everything they could to fuck up his body- so when he develops a fever that has his lips moving freely, he wants to stop existing. Both because he's upset that he allowed himself to get sick and also because he regrets his inability to keep his inside thoughts inside.

Especially because he says incredibly horny things when he's delirious from fever. Things he usually has to scold his inner voice for thinking in the first place. He will get a little handsy too.

No one will ever believe you if you tried to talk about it but still, Neji would never forgive you if you ever mention any of what he says or does while sick to anyone. He doesn't even want you to mention it to him. Not even to console him. He wants to pretend it never happened. (Insert obligatory 'Fuck the Hyuuga clan for creating this pretty princess with a mental illness because yes, they fucked him up so bad that he can't even acknowledge any sickness or weakness without wanting snarl and bite and ruin his relationships with everyone')

He does allow a running 'joke' though because every time he gets sick, it needs to be documented with the doctors. Its "Neji never gets sick" where you can reference anything about an illness he had (symptoms, medication, etc) in conversation with him/the doctor as long as you follow it with, "You know, if you ever got sick" or "hypothetically, if you got a fever...." He needs to disassociate from the embarrassment of the whole event.

"I...Alpha," Neji asks blearily as he sits up in bed. His fever broke late last night, something you had celebrated internally. Neji would not take to you outwardly expressing relief over the end of his rather...unusual behavior.

"Yes my prince?"

"Did..." his face pinks, his clear opal eyes widening in horror as the last few days replay in his very keen mind's eye, "Did I say..."

"Yes." You take pity on him by not letting him repeat it. You knew the second that it came out of his mouth - slurred and affectionate and the tiniest bit horny - that Neji would either shut down or burn down the whole village.

And you weren't about to fuck up his progress in therapy.

Time for a distraction.

"You must feel icky my love," you say with a soft smile as he continues to stare into the abyss in horror, "I ran a nice bath for you. Lets clean off the gross and I'll change the sheets."

"Oh-okay," he stutters.

The bath is successful in keeping him from spiraling but he does not allow you to leave him to change the sheets.

No, he insists on running another bath with fresh, clean water to soak with you in.

Skinship and all that.

"I will set fire to you, this house, and myself," he murmurs sleepily into your shoulder , curling up beside you in the tub, "In that order." His hand trails lazily back and forth over your chest, dipping under the water just to feel as much as you as he can.

"I know pretty, I know."

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Radioapple fic, where after it's revealed that Pentious was redeemed, Heaven sends some angels (including some of Lucifer's own family) down to check out this Hazbin Hotel. (common fic theme)

And Lucifer is STRESSED. He hasn't seen any of his family in millennia, and they absolutely did not part on good terms. Especially because now he has to make as good of an impression as he can because he will NOT be the cause of Charlie's dreams failing.

Anyway, one of Lucifer’s estranged family arrives and they have absolutely NOTHING good to say about the hotel, it's people, or even hell itself. Insulting the decor, how it looks, being like "You got kicked out for free will and THIS is what they do with it? Ugh." and the like.

Lucifer is trying to keep himself together for Charlie's sake. (He's only had 3 breakdowns today, he's doing good!)

However, the last thing he expects is Alastor coming to his defense. Alastor looks at this shitty relative of Lucifer’s and is immediately like, "How DARE you? Antagonizing this angel is MY JOB, and I don't send him into hysterics, I send him into MUSICAL NUMBERS. Get out of my hotel immediately." But, obviously, he can't SAY that (for many reasons, the least of which is that Charlie needs them here for her redemption project).

So instead, he just picks at everything they say. "Hmmmmm, yes, but we at least chose to do this with this, free will you're insulting. What's your excuse for that eyesore youre wearing, hmmm?"

Alastor goes as far as to defend Lucifer’s choices in decor in the hotel, and Lucifer is completely confused because he and Alastor literally fought the day before about that SAME decor??

(The second the angel leaves Alastor turns to him and goes "They're right, you know, that is the ugliest interior design I've ever seen," and then DISAPPEARS before Lucifer can even respond. What the hell?!)

Alastor is not ignorant of toxic family dynamics, and while part of his initial issues with Lucifer stemmed from his belief in him being a deadbeat father, actually knowing him kind of changes his thoughts on this. It's a little telling that Charlie has been (apparently) attempting to contact her mother during her 7 year disappearance and has heard nothing, but the father who (she believed) thinks she's a failure shows up within an hour of her calling him ONCE. And then he does whatever he can to help her dreams, and the second she implies she wants him around more, he MOVES IN. It's kind of hard to continue thinking that LUCIFER is the toxic parent in the family dynamic, after all this.

(He still fights him, though, because it's fun to tell the most powerful being in hell his choice of interior design is ugly. If Alastor kind of doesn't go for the throat in all of Lucifer’s insecurities anymore, no one needs to acknowledge that.)

So, during the entire Heaven tour, Alastor is strongly in the "form a united front" boat. He can and WILL come out of the shadows for a sarcastic quip that simultaneously shuts them down AND makes Lucifer feel better.

(Alastor will NOT acknowledge the anger that goes through him at the idea of someone other than him picking at Lucifer, especially when they are CLEARLY trying to send him into a breakdown. How dare they. *cough* Anyway.)

So the whole ordeal winds up not as stressful as Lucifer was dreading, because somehow he has an antagonistic cannibal deer defending him the entire time. And Lucifer has no idea HOW that happened, but it does kind of make him feel better. (And Alastor's form of mocking him does, too, somehow.)

When they're alone, however, Alastor still picks at him so they can fight. (And Lucifer didn't notice until now how much FUN he has fighting with Alastor, and that Alastor insulting him makes him want to do better and prove him wrong, unlike his visiting family that makes him want to lock himself away for a decade.)

The tour ends, and Alastor and Lucifer go back to how they were before. (Sort of. Lucifer might be re-evaluating every interaction they've ever had and might send himself into a mild crisis.)