#+ with you someday. I have too many fucking problems as it is that I couldn’t even stay with my lady gf for more than a few months

[angelltheninth]

Faster Than Healing Magic

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, angst, injury, hurt/comfort, cuddles, soothing kisses

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: Haven't done angst yet and I wouldn't be me without writing angst.

You kept a smile on your face while Alastor chatted with Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer, partially complaining about his, and your, new tower, the bedroom, pretty much everything. He was being petty as fuck. Which meant he wasn't doing as bad as you thought he was.

Still he wasn't doing great either.

"Do not give me those big, sad eyes darling. This is but a scratch." He boasted as he got changed for bed. The cut was still bleeding and it looked quite deep. "No hugs for your hero? I thought held my own pretty well." So he said but from his slightly tilted ears you knew he didn't feel that way entirely.

It was more then just his body that got hurt, it was also his ego. Alastor had that in spades. And while you can't really do anything about that problem you can do something about the cut across his torso.

"Alright mister tall, red and spooky, get on the bed." You pointed at it expectedly.

"Oh-ho! So we are having that kind of celebration are we?" Alastor wiggled his eyebrows at you, "I'm not particularly in the mood but I suppose surviving a big battle would constitute some-" You took him by the hand and pushed him to sit down, his deer tail moving in excitement. "Aggressive."

You felt your face and neck flushing. It wasn't fair that he could tease you like this at times like this. "Not that! And you called me a pervert. I want to bandage your injury. Clean it too, no way am I letting it get infected on my watch."

He sat on the bed cross-legged on the bed, humming a tune that was way too cheerful for someone in his current perdicament. But if he wasn't doing that and smiling then you would really be worried.

This was a good sign.

You came back with bandages for him and sat in front of him, leaning in close to first clean and stitch up the wound. As your fingers approached him you glanced up, confirming that he was okay with your touch. He was always sensitive about that so you thought it was better safe then sorry. Whatever he did to treat this cut it was very sloppy. Probably because he wanted to get back as soon as possible.

He had so many smaller cuts all over his body, his chest, back, stomach, arms, legs, even his neck. You can't imagine the kind of life he lived before this and he would never tell you the stories of these scars. What little you did know of him when he was alive was information he shared willingly during pillow talk.

What surprised you, and alarmed you, was that he never flinched while you worked on the stitching. He seemed like he was enjoying it.

"All clean and sowed up. Put your hands up for me, I need to get this all the way around." Alastor didn't protest, he grinned wider when you had to be face to face with him to get the bandages on tight enough, "Not too tight?"

"Not at all. Thank you for your hard work darling. But you know I don't mind a little blood." Alastor patted his chest, examening your work. He seemed pleased enough despite his protests.

You cringed, "But I do, Al, I don't want blood all over the bed, or me." It seemed like it would be quite the gruesome sight to wake up to. Shivering from the images in your head you made him scoot up to his spot as you took yours, right next to him, your head against his chest. "If you're in pain wake me up. Promise me."

"Of course, I promise. You really do worry too much over me. I am much tougher than I look, you'll see, by tomorrow morning this will be but a scar and a memory." Alastor kissed the crown of your head softly, he was always soft and gentle with you in moments like these.

"I hope so." At least you knew the full story behind this scar, and maybe someday he'll tell you about the rest.

[sgiandubh]

Omg!!! Such great news!

Dear @herethereeverywhere22,

I saw her post almost as soon as she published it. Well, then: karma is a bitch, isn't she? Who would have thought, just six months ago, that such a thing was ever possible?

First and foremost thought: she is apparently not useful, anymore. Too loud. Too proud. And yes, ten years at the epicenter of the Narrative must take a heavy toll on your credibility. Especially since that Remarkable Week-end, and especially since everything you say from that particular moment in time is, IMHO, not even planted, but totally freelanced.

Second thought: it's not too early, it's even late. She's been here since Day One, the ever available Useful (but also Fearless) Idiot TPTB could count on to spread the Anti gospel. She was the main reason many people left this fandom in tears and dismay and frustration. She was the Ur-Troll, the Uber Bully and I find some poetic justice in the fact that the alleged health problem is about her eyes.

Third thought: she did nothing good for S. She durably dented his professional profile and credit, describing him as a piece of meat, a thirst trap and, ultimately, a bore. The amount of childish and parochial bullshit this woman has fed her gullible audience is industrial. It is also very easy to debunk - the Hotel Costes fanfic comes immediately to mind - and I tried my best, something that earned me a 'worst of the worst' mention, if I remember well. For ten long years, she drooled an ocean over his biceps, his Golden Dirk, his supposed sexual prowess. This had to end somehow, someday. Has it?

Fourth thought: with a cool head, I wouldn't be so sure. She is a narcissist and a narcissist always needs a scene, a spotlight and an enraptured crowd. Maybe she found another victim/fandom. Maybe she is just strategically lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to jump back in. Only time will tell. For the moment, her OL reign didn't end in a blaze of glory, but with a fizzle. And make no mistake: the real winner is Marple.

FWIW, I am leaving here two links for two posts about *urv @tpquill wrote quite a while ago. She knows *urv (or Margot, or Elaine Cha Ching or whoever the fuck else she was impersonating on Pufflander's Just Make It A Double) since her Twilight fandom days. Irrespective of anything else, this gives her opinion the required gravitas:

and

And *urv: yours is the second Tumblr blog I found after BIF and the contrast between sterile and filthy was brutal. Good riddance?

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has agreed to go out with Dean for one date only but is pretty sure he's just a flirt looking to get in her pants. But Dean is more than he seems and may be the first person she can have a truly honest conversation with in a long time...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 7,600ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping, smut

A/N: I think I gave them too much trauma tbh...oh well!

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Eric rapped his knuckles on the doorframe of your home studio but didn’t do anything further to disturb you. You were absently plucking away on a guitar, something quiet and simple, your head spaced out as you listened to the notes over and over. You weren’t sure how it fit just yet but you liked the melody enough to jot it down in a notebook.

“That’s going to be a number one hit someday,” he said. You shrugged, setting the guitar to the side, closing your eyes. “You okay, kid?”

“The team says I’m behind on the next album. I don’t even have a single song,” you sighed. You felt him plop down on the couch beside you, your eyes peeling open, finding his stern ones looking back.

“The whole point of you ditching your first label and doing things through your team is so you’d be in control. You put out a fucking album in March. It’s September. When the hell were you supposed to be writings these songs? During the four hours of sleep a night you got while on tour the past six months?”

“Eric,” you shushed him, putting a hand on his arm. “I’m just venting. If I need you to kick someone’s ass I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Just don’t let them bully you,” he grumbled, getting to his feet. “You ready for this charity date shit?”

“I’ll happily take Dean’s ten million dollars for an hour of suffering. His fault he threw so many touchdowns last night,” you said, Eric pulling you up. “Is everything settled?”

“We rented out the restaurant. The only people inside will be the two of you, myself and his head of security. Apparently he’s famous enough he has his own protection agent, albeit he doesn’t tend to listen to them.” You saw a twinge of annoyance on his face but let it go, instead following him out and down the hall, Eric giving you a side eye. “Aren’t you going to get ready for your date?”

You slid past him and over to your front closet, shoving your feet into a pair of converse. “The man’s seen me in sweats and a hoodie. A Stones t-shirt and skinny jeans should be a step up for him.” 

You swiped your crossbody bag from the front table, Eric sighing. “Let’s get this over with.”

Thirty minutes later you were sitting at a curved booth in a nice italian restaurant. Ordinarily, you never would have rented out a whole place for just yourself. But you were pissed off at your team for trying to get you to capitalize off Dean wanting a date. He seemed like a genuine fan and you’d have a conversation with him for how much he’d donated to the charity. You’d had a long conversation with them last night, with some backup from Eric over it all.

Either they backed off or you’d find a new manager, agent, PR rep, all of it. You’d done it before when you were younger and you had no problem doing it again. 

Between you and Eric, you were pretty sure they were going to back off on the Dean front, at least for now.

You couldn’t help but stare when Dean came into view through the back of the restaurant. He was in a flannel and henley, dark jeans on his long legs. He smiled when he saw you but stopped short when Eric stepped in front of him. He said something you couldn’t hear, Dean flashing a wink that made Eric’s eye twitch. Dean kept approaching though, Eric now in a hushed argument with a woman in jeans and blazer that’d trailed in after Dean.

“Please don’t give my bodyguard an aneurysm. He already thinks you’re sketchy,” you said as Dean slid into the booth with a big grin.

“Oh he’ll warm up to me.” We both turned our heads at raised voices, Eric and Dean’s bodyguard going at it.

“Moron!” Eric shouted, your eyebrows raised. You didn’t have time to question his sudden lack of professionalism before she was shouting back he was a dickhead.

“Everything alright over there?” called Dean, Eric and the woman giving each other death glares before storming off to opposite sides of the restaurant. “Okay…well I’ve never seen Sloane act like that before.”

“Eric either. Weird.” You heard rustling and glanced at Dean, that silly smile still on his face. “You do understand I’m only here because you literally bought your way into a date.”

“True but I like giving to charity and if I get a date with the girl I’ve had a crush on since college, what’s the harm in that?” he teased. You crossed your arms, leaning back in your seat, his smile faltering. 

“Yeah see, that’s creepy. So talk about whatever it is you want to talk about and then we can go our separate ways, alright?” He was frowning now, keeping his hands under the table. There was an still beat. Not awkward but…sad almost. “Just-”

“You think I’m creepy?” he scoffed. You shrugged, Dean’s smile returning but laced with something mean. “Because I asked for a picture?”

“No-”

“Because I posted about going to a concert which fifty thousand other people did that same night?”

“That’s not-”

“Because I gave you my number? Was that my creepy offense? Because I’m surely the first man to-”

“Okay, you know what?” you said, leaning forward, narrowing your eyes at his ridiculously pretty face. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. You might be famous but you aren’t my level of famous. Everywhere in the fucking world people know who I am. Pushy men that give their number and call you their crush and basically publicly shame you into going out with them for money? Yeah, that’s fucking creepy, Winchester.”

Surprisingly, he only sat back in his seat, breathing slowly. “I’m sorry then. Just let me say one thing and then I’ll get up and leave and you never have to talk to me again.”

You unfolded your arms, offering a small nod. Dean bit his bottom lip, letting it go slowly, his chest raising and falling softly.

“You were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen when I walked into that house party my sophomore year. It was the second weekend of the semester and I’d just played my first game as quarterback. I was the backup for our school you know. I was supposed to ride the bench but Dallas got hurt…” he trailed off as you stared at him. “Doesn’t matter. But I remember that party and I remember hearing you singing along to a guitar outside by the fire pit. You uh, you had your hair in a messy bun just like it is right now. You were wearing a Kansas hoodie that was way too big for you and you had on these nike sweatpants and obnoxious orange sneakers like you didn’t give a fuck how you looked. You had no idea how stunning you were.”

You glanced down. You remembered those sneakers. You’d only worn them a few times before your roommate accidentally lost them. 

“Your voice was beautiful. It still is but I’m a little sad you never do anything acoustic like you would back then. Still doesn’t matter,” he said, pausing a beat. “This isn’t a brag but girls threw themselves at me at that party. Every day after that game they did. But the only girl I wanted to get to know, wouldn’t say more than hi because I was a jock. And it took a long time for me to understand why but I do. Because I hate myself too.”

You flicked your gaze up and met his, green eyes boring into yours. You parted your lips but no words came, Dean nodding, a sad smile on his face.

“It wasn’t your fault. Your volleyball practice ran late. Your brother wasn’t your fault.” You bit the inside of your cheek and glanced away. “You hated sports after that. I read an interview that you thought sports were silly once. But I understand why. You don’t hate sports. You hate what they did to you and back then, every student athlete was just a guy that could hurt you or worse, he could get hurt too. I understand hating yourself. I was supposed to be there for my brother too but I stayed at school and fucked it all up. So I get why in college you wouldn’t give me the time of day when all I wanted was one date with the girl that made my heart skip.”

Fingers grazed your chin, cupping it gently as he forced your head up. 

“But I am not creepy for you still making my heart skip and wanting a date. We’re not kids anymore, Y/N. You don’t like me then fine, but give me a chance. Don’t push me out because I’m still a guy who plays sports.”

You gently pushed his hand away, Dean sighing. “Maybe you have a point about the kinds of guys I found attractive in college. The crush isn’t what’s…” You squeezed your eyes shut. “You have had a lot of girlfriends Dean and I mean a lot. You have a new girl every week. It’s clear we are two very different kinds of people. You hookup. I don’t. I’m like a conquest or some shit because you couldn’t get me in college. That’s why we’re not talking after this…whatever the hell this is, again.”

Dean cocked his head, eyes roaming over your body. “So you won’t go out with me because you think I only want to fuck you?”

“Am I wrong?” you asked. He chuckled, his face more lively.

“Sweetheart, I’ll admit, I’d enjoy doing a lot of things with you,” he grinned. “But…I’ll make you a promise. I won’t do anything with you, won’t even fucking kiss you, until you want me to.”

“You realized what you’ve described is friendship?” He shrugged.

“We can call it that if you prefer.” You were still under his careful watch, Dean leaning forward. “But know that when you do eventually fall in love with me I’m so going to rub your face in it.”

“And there’s the cocky flirt,” you said, nodding to yourself.

“Just stating facts,” he said, flashing you a wink as he tucked his hands behind his head. You rolled your eyes, Dean enjoying this far too much. “So-”

“Here’s how this works,” you said, grabbing a menu and sliding it over to him.

“Love a woman in charge,” he teased. You growled, his eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, the princess of pop has a temper. I think I like this sassy side.”

“We eat lunch and we try to be friends,” you said ignoring him. “Anything beyond that is yet to be determined. Are we clear?”

“Oh absolutely,” he grinned. You groaned, gripping your own menu tight. “You’re too fun to tease. I’m only going to keep doing it.”

“Keep it up and see how far that gets you, Winchester,” you grumbled. He stood abruptly, your eyes widening as he slid in next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “What are-”

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt rumbling in your chest from his deep laugh. “Sweetheart, I’ll stop teasing the day you stop blushing when I do it.”

You turned your head, Dean’s merely a few inches from your own. He looked fucking cocky and sexy with that know it all smile. 

You hated that you were having more fun with his flirting than you had with a guy in a long time.

“Plus we both got that whole older sibling trauma, insane career pressure thing going on. I mean, match made in heaven right here,” he said, booping your nose. “Fuck, how are you hot and cute at the same time? No wonder the whole world loves you.”

You didn’t mean to but your eyes welled up with tears, Dean instantly pulling his arm back. You shook your head, wiping your face off with the back of your hand. “It’s not you. It’s just…that’s the second time you’ve brought up the thing we’re not…talking about. You know, our brothers. Do you…want to talk about it?”

Dean nodded. “After lunch…and somewhere private if that’s okay.”

“I can agree to that, even if our bodyguards won’t.”

“His house?” groaned Eric thirty minutes later. “His house, Y/N? You don’t know-”

“I don’t but you’ll be there and he needs to talk to someone about his brother and maybe I need a friend that’s not you that I can too. I’ve already made it clear to him that he and I are strictly friends.” Eric mumbled something but relented, the driver following after Dean’s SUV and to his home, only a short drive from your own.

Dean was waiting by the front door when you got out of the SUV, smiling as he opened it up. Eric went straight for Sloane who was nearby, the two of them bickering like cats and dogs, Dean shutting the door after them.

“Those two must have history,” he said, showing you down a front hall and through the middle of his open kitchen and living room, straight through a back door to a patio. You swore you could hear them arguing as you took a seat on an outdoor couch under an umbrella.

“I don’t think Eric’s dated since high school. Maybe they knew each other in the military or something,” you said, Dean humming.

“Could be. Sloane’s pretty much on her own too aside from the occasional hookup,” he said, sitting nearby on the couch. The air was quiet for a few moments as you took in Dean’s backyard, fairly quaint for LA standards, especially NFL quarterback standards.

“Whatever happened with you and Sam, it wasn’t your fault either.” He smiled, titling his head.

“I was supposed to go home that weekend and hangout with him. I was too damn hungover to though so I didn’t. If I’d gone home he wouldn’t have been walking home at night by himself. It wouldn’t have happened to him so it is my fault.”

You closed your eyes. “Well, I was late picking up Max and he walked home at night too so either we were both at fault or neither one of us was.”

“You were late from practice. Your coach made you late, not-”

“We were late because I got to practice late because I was making out with our fucking quarterback in the art room.” You felt him shift closer, arm around your shoulders as you forced yourself to look at him. “I didn’t hate athletes, Dean. I hated that because I was too busy kissing one, my little brother’s life was ruined. We’re old enough to know that it could have happened at any time, whether we were there or not.”

“I know,” he said quietly. You tentatively wrapped your arms around his waist, Dean smiling. “I never knew anyone else that had someone taken from them.”

“Me either. I mean I’ve met some through the charity but no one that knows…” 

“The world thinks you’re perfect because you’re good at your job and you smile for a camera.” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “My friend Benny said you talked to him in english about Sammy.”

“I remember him. He was cute,” you said, Dean growling. “Someone jealous?”

“I’m the one pining after you, remember?” He laughed quietly, his long fingers brushing against your exposed arm. “He didn’t tell me until yesterday. I was on edge a lot back then. Even now Sam’s a touchy subject.”

“Doesn’t seem that way to me.” He shook his head. 

“You’re different. You know how hopeless it feels, what it’s like to have a funeral without a body, without knowing for sure.” You hummed, giving him a gentle hug.

“From our parents perspective, I understand why. We know the statistics and after so many years missing, so many experts telling them their kid is gone-”

“They needed to try to move on,” he finished. His fingers stilled on your skin, his body tense. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. Not without knowing for sure.”

You smiled, turning your head to meet his own worried eyes. “Me either. Guess we have that unhealthy trait in common.”

“I don’t think we’re doing too bad for ourselves all things considered.” You stood up, taking a few steps away before turning on your heels. Dean’s face was neutral as you crossed your arms. “You don’t like me, do you.”

“I think…” you trailed off, trying to word this nicely. “I think all we have in common is we went to the same college and both have little brothers that were kidnapped. I am open to being friends, Dean. I am. But I don’t think what you want to happen here-”

“You’re wrong.” You frowned as he rose from his seat, stalking over slowly, eyeing you in a way that made you feel very warm all of a sudden. He didn’t stop until he was by your side, staring you down. “I can ignore the blushing, ignore how the second we’re in private you are holding onto me like we’ve known each other more than an hour. I can even ignore how you look at me with those big eyes and pouty lips like you want to climb me like a fucking tree.”

“That is not true.” He put a finger under your chin, tilting it up as he brought his face close, warm breath fawning over your face. “I don’t like you like that.”

“Yes you do and that scares you. I fuck away my fear of intamacy and you hide from it. That’s our problem, isn’t it. You and I hide differently. Well I’m done hiding and girl, you need to be done too. Don’t you get that we are safe for each other? I get that you are going to be nervous about this and you get that I’m not a tool. We can learn together, learn something that is not easy for anyone but especially people like us that have everything so damn publicized. Most of all we can trust each other unlike the rest of the world. We won’t hurt each other and you know it. You just won’t admit it. You won’t let yourself care for someone that isn’t capable of defending themselves. Why do you think your bodyguard is your best friend? You have got to give us-”

“Good god you never shut up,” you said, reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dean’s lips were instantly moving against yours, not taking ownership of the kiss but giving as much pressure as you were giving.

Hands cupped your cheeks, holding you steady as he smiled, teasingly dipping his tongue inside the dark cavern of your mouth. Dean pulled away much too soon, green orbs staring down, the heat in them cutting right through your core.

“I strike a nerve, sweetheart?” he teased. You scoffed, Dean tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Or does my armchair psychology just turn you on?”

“I was simply trying to get you to shut up.” 

“Oh. Well feel free to shut me up anytime you like.” You growled, Dean cupping your chin and pecking a softer kiss on you. You rose up on your tiptoes, Dean shushing you. “S’okay to admit you like traumatized cocky guys, princess.”

“You are insufferable,” you said, Dean smirking while you poked him in the ribs. “I never said I like you, Winchester.”

“Right,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you along after him. “Well come pretend to hate my company before I have to head to afternoon practice.”

“Insufferable.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Dean POV

“Hey,” I said late that night, answering my phone when I saw Y/N was calling. “You miss me already, sweetheart?”

“As if,” scoffed Y/N, quiet for a moment. “How was your practice?”

“Alright. How-”

“Just alright?” she interrupted. I raised my eyebrow, even if I was alone in my kitchen. Unlike Y/N, Sloane was the extent of my security team. Between her and myself, we had things covered. Sure, I was famous but it was different than being a pop star. I went to games that had security, a practice facility that had security, sets for commercials where they always had security. My home was in a gated community. The only reason Sloane was even on the payroll was peace of mind for my parents. She didn’t even go anywhere with me unless I asked.

“It was fine. Why?” I asked, Y/N going quiet again.

“Maybe I’m crazy but people that are in relationships generally ask how each other’s day went.” I closed my eyes, biting back a groan. “It’s already past eight. I should go.”

“Y/N-” The phone beeped, a glance down showing the call had ended. “Fuck me.”

I dialed her back, the phone picking up on the fourth ring, Y/N staying silent.

“Don’t hang up on me again.” She sighed softly, my stomach forming a knot. “Y/N…”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. We both have crazy schedules and-” 

“I told you earlier you don’t have to be scared of me. I know that’s what this is. You want to get to know me. Why else would you call? But you want an out too. Well I’m not giving it to you so suck it up cause you’re stuck with me. Understand?”

The line was quiet before I heard a bed creak, followed by a thick swallow. “I never said I’d date you, Dean.”

“Well we are so get used to it.” She mumbled something I couldn’t make out, my stomach still sour. “I will not hurt you, Y/N. That’s a promise.”

“You went out with forty two different women so far this year. Forty two. You spend every weekend fucking a new woman while I…” she trailed off, her voice still to thick for my liking. Was she crying? Fighting back tears? 

“What’s wrong, princess?” I asked gently, her voice hiccuping. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry Dean but I’m clearly not mature enough for any kind of relationship with you. Please forget this happened.” She hung up again, my stomach fully twisted up. 

I was not going to let her fear stop her from living her damn life. I texted Sloane and two minutes later I was calling a different number, swallowing down my nerves.

“Dean Winchester,” said Eric, Y/N’s more than intimidating bodyguard. “Why the fuck are you calling me?”

“I need to know where Y/N lives. I want to go over and check on her.” 

“What the fuck do you mean check on her?” he snapped, a loud scrape in the background like a chair falling over.

“She’s fine! She’s fine,” I said, Eric’s loud growl making my ear hurt. “She’s upset is all and-”

“Let me guess. You made her upset?” I swallowed. 

“Not on purpose. I-” 

“What did I say to you at the restaurant? What the fuck did I say to you?” he grit out. I sighed as I went to my front door and slipped on a pair of sneakers. “I said if you hurt her, I’d fucking make your life hell. And what did you do? Sounds like you fucking hurt her. You understand why the fuck I wouldn’t tell you where she lives?”

“Eric, if you want to beat the shit out of me or bury me in the backyard or do whatever the hell you want to me, then fine. Go ahead. But she’s sitting in her house crying right now and this is something you can’t fix. So save my murder until after I can make her feel better, alright?”

“I’d rather shoot my own dick off than tell your slutty ass where she lives. I will check on her-”

I grabbed my keys off the front table and went outside, squeezing my phone tight. “Has she ever had a boyfriend?”

“Why the fuck-”

“Because you know as much as I have she hasn’t, not since Max was taken. She is scared of getting close to people and you know it. You’re the one person that’s been by her side since she got famous, aren’t you? I am asking you as someone that cares about her, as people that both care about her, please tell me. I need to at least try and help her know she’s not a lost cause.”

“Why on earth would she think that?”

“Because I have the same head as her,” I said, slipping behind the wheel of my SUV. “Be at the house too, I don’t care. But let me try, man. Please.”

The line was quiet, my heart in my throat as the seconds passed by.

“9 Hunt Lane. She’s a three minute drive from your house. Tell the guard at the gate ‘Cherry Blossom’ and they’ll let you in.”

“Thank you,” I said, starting the car.

“If you fuck with her-”

“I know. You’ll cut my balls off or some shit,” I said, opening my gate and backing out.

“Oh that’d be the nicest thing I’d do to you.” I didn’t put it past him that it was the truth. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Don’t trust me, buddy?” I tried to joke but it came out forced. 

“I’m your fucking nightmare, not your buddy.” He hung up and I stared at the phone a moment.

“I would hate to know how you treat me if I wasn’t your favorite player,” I mumbled, taking off and in front of Y/N’s house before I knew it. I hadn’t realized we lived in the same neighborhood, just opposite sides. Her security guards at the gate were giving me a good side eye until I uttered the magic words. The next thing I knew, I was being let in the front door of the house by them, the thing closing tight after me, one of them locking it back up from the outside.

I kicked off my shoes and walked through the massive front hallway to the back of the house, looking all around but finding it dark. Until I glanced upstairs, a light coming from down the hallway. I quickly jogged upstairs, pausing halfway down the hall to a pair of double doors, one of them open.

“Y/N, it’s me Dean,” I called out so I didn’t frighten her. I could have sworn I still heard a sharp intake of air inside. “Eric gave me the secret password to get in. You’re going to have to tell me what cherry blossoms means some…”

My mouth snapped shut when I stepped into the room, Y/N wiping away at her eyes with the sleeves of an oversized hoodie. I frowned and walked in further, pulling away her hands from where she sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Oh sweetie.” My heart clenched at the site of her red, puffy eyes, at the dried tear tracks down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m what’s wrong!” she growled, trying to push me away but my hands around her wrist stopping her in place. “You want me? Me? I’m a fucking disaster, Winchester.”

“If you’re one then so am I.” She shook her head as I knelt in front of her, Y/N looking over my head. “Talk to me, princess.”

“At least you’ve had relationships and fucked other people.” I stared up at her, a pair of harsh eyes looking down at me. “I’m thirty two years old and as far as I’ve ever gotten was a kiss. A kiss. Because all men want is my money or fame or to fuck the virgin. To screw the pop princess and further their own careers.”

“Y/N-”

“The second I care about someone and let my guard down, they’re gonna hurt me or worse. Someone’s gonna hurt them and I can’t do jack shit,” she shot out, her chest heaving as more tears flowed. She stared me down, shrugging. “I’m too hurt to believe that you don’t want me for me, that you won’t get hurt too. You will get hurt. People want to be with me and if you were, you’re just a target. A fucking bulls eye on your back for life. Either you fuck me over or someone fucks you over. That’s all there is. That’s it. So why the fuck would I sign up for that? Why would I-”

I leaned forward and tilted my head up, catching her lips briefly. I hated the taste of salt on them, of the way I could feel her body shake as she fought back even more tears. I pulled back slowly, keeping close, her big eyes watching me with so much fear but something else too.

Desire. Longing.

“Remember earlier when we said we both had to learn and we’d do that together? Well that’s what this is, princess. So you get scared and I’ll be here to remind you to, okay?” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. She looked so confused, watching as I wiped off her face with my hand. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re a virgin by the way. You deserve to choose how and when you want to love someone with your body and that’s your choice alone.”

Her bottom lip wobbled as she nodded, my thumb running over it.

“Don’t be afraid of me, baby,” I murmured, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “Tell me who hurt you so much to make you think you’re unlovable.”

Her eyes shimmered, gaze casting down. “He was my responsibility. I was supposed to protect him and…” She forced her head up, face scrunching up as I held her cheeks. “I’m going to fuck that up again. Whatever man I’m with, I’m going to let him down. I’m going to let my partner down again. And I’m too weak to stop it.”

“Hey, hey,” I said softly, waiting a beat until she was looking at me, bleary eyes, runny nose and and all. “I am your partner and you will not let me down. We will protect each other. That’s how it works.”

“You don’t know what it’s like,” she whispered, voice ragged. “The attention. The death threats. The creeps. The way people write letters and offer information on Max that are full of lies. You’re famous but it’s not like this. All of that will happen to you too. I can’t protect you from it, Dean. No one can.”

I touched my forehead to hers, shushing her when she shivered. “You’re right. It’d be another crazy ass level of infamy that I don’t know. And people will hate me for it. But they hate me already for losing games, for getting a flag, for not running when they don’t know the fucking plays. People will hate us for no reason no matter what we do. So why the hell wouldn’t I want to be happy with you while that’s happening?”

She sighed, gently taking hold of my hand. “I’m not the girl with the designer clothes and hair extensions and fake eye lashes with a smile everyone thinks I am. This is what I am behind closed doors, Dean. Why would you ever want this?”

“Because I fell for the girl who looked like a hot mess around a backyard campfire, the sweet one that valued her school work and gave the boys without the good looks attention because of what was in their heads. You have a charity to try and shut down trafficking rings. You have never said a bad thing about another celebrity when we know some of them deserve it. Don’t you know how good of a soul you have, princess? Scars and all, it’s the one I want.”

I ran my finger down the curve of her cheek, her free hand going to my shoulder, gripping it gently. 

“It’s so unfair,” she said, sliding her hand up to my face. “You’re only supposed to be a handsome cocky flirt. You’re not supposed to be sweet too.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” I whispered as she tilted her head closer, her breath warm, a faint whiff of mint in the air. “I know you want me. So take me.”

Y/N’s eyes grew a sliver darker, nose jammed against my own. “You sure you want that?”

“I’m already yours.” She crashed her lips to mine, tugging on my hand. She wouldn’t let me breakaway as I rose to my feet, crawling onto the bed as she laid back. I yelped when her legs wrapped around my waist and she flipped me to the other side of the bed, her body straddling mine. She lowered her torso, dipping in a way that made my cock strain in my jeans, her face only inches from mine. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“I said I’ve never had sex. Never said I’d be innocent.” She said, pressing her lips to mine, a twinge of something in her face pulling her back after a second. “I’m not ready for that tonight.”

“That’s okay,” I reassured her because it completely was. She eased and brought her head down, kissing under my jaw and doing nothing to ease the twitch in my dick. 

“Your dick seems to have other plans,” she murmured. 

“Ignore him,” I said, cupping her face so she saw I was serious. “You are wildly unphased about the fact a cock is poking into the back of your thigh for someone who’s never even seen one you realize?”

“I’ve seen them, just not in person,” she said, eyes going to my lips. “And I wouldn’t say unphased is what I am…just don’t want to send the wrong impression.”

“Is it turning you on?” I asked carefully, Y/N nodding once. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Keep it to your hands,” she said quietly, before kissing me again. I let her run things, her slow wandering fingers quickly tugging in my hair as her kiss turned rougher. She gasped when I put my hands on her waist and squeezed, earning me one of her hands fisting my shirt. She was getting into it, her breath hitching for barely a moment as I slid a hand under the waistband of her sweats, under the cotton underwear.

Her hips rolled while my fingers made their way over her smooth mound and suddenly I was touching her slit, teasingly gracing the tip of one finger through her folds.

“Oh,” she said, when I brushed her clit, her eyes meeting mine. I stared up at her, the room dead silent. A grin spread onto her face, a giggle escaping. “I didn’t mean for you to stop. Feels different from when I do it.”

“Good different or bad different?” I asked, still not moving.

“Your fingers are bigger than mine,” she said, rocking her hips forward, my finger rubbing against her. “Definitely a good different.”

I blinked a few times, shaking my head with a big smile. “Y/N Y/L/N. Are you humping my hand?”

“Yeah. And?” she asked, grinding her hips down, biting her bottom lip. 

“Definitely not innocent,” I said, moving my fingers again, Y/N’s lips parting when I slipped a finger inside her wet core, leaving my thumb to rub circles around the bundle of nerves. 

“More,” she whispered, capturing my lips, a breathy moan rising up her throat as I pushed another finger inside. I curled them and rubbed, Y/N’s body sparking like a live wire. “What the fuck…”

I ground my palm against her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her, slamming right against her g-spot. Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut as she full body shuddered, this one clearly pleasant, head shaking once.

“Go with it,” I murmured as she yanked on my hair, her body unsure of what to do with this kind of pleasure. I’d only heard it described to me but I knew there was a difference between a normal orgasm and one that came from hitting that spot deep inside, one her little fingers couldn’t quite reach.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered open, giving me a chance to lean up and kiss her as she rode out the first wave of an orgasm.

“Dean, Dean, Dean,” she panted against my lips, voice growing higher. Y/N whimpered when she went straight into a second orgasm, her hips jerking frantically, searching for more. 

Finally when her legs were quivering and she put a hand on my wrist, I stopped moving, Y/N rolling onto the bed beside me. She breathed hard with closed eyes, a thin layer of sweat on her face. I carefully started to pull my hand away, her hand squeezing my wrist hard. She forced her eyes open, no shred of worry or fear in them now.

“Do that again,” she whispered, removing her hand from my wrist and sliding it over to my stomach, down towards the obvious bulge in my pants. 

“Y/N-”

“I can trust you, right?” I nodded, Y/N working my belt open. “Then trust me too.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. She smiled, lazily nodding. 

“I’m not the only one with a problem connecting to someone. I’m just the one that cried all over themselves before you helped me. Now it’s your turn.” 

“Okay,” I whispered, Y/N stopping after unbuttoning the denim. Her eyes flickered to find mine, her hand moving up to tickle the skin of my stomach. 

“If you’re with me, you’re with me, Dean. No one else.”

“I already told you, princess. I’m yours.” She raised her chin, satisfied with that answer. But still, she didn’t move. “What’s wrong?”

“Why won’t you commit to anyone? Honest answer.” I closed my eyes, her small hand on my face making me slowly open them. “I’m not going to hurt you either.”

“Part of it is Sam. Feeling responsible, not wanting to feel that pain again. Love would…” I trailed off.

“Someone that can destroy you again.” I nodded, removing my hand from her pants, letting it rest on her hip instead. 

“I don’t want that pain,” I whispered. “And I don’t get it as bad as you but women just want to use me. Date a NFL player and they can launch their influencer careers or model or whatever. So I let them use my body instead and I used theirs and I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt. But that’s not the real reason.”

Y/N ran her fingers through my hair, looking at me with the softest eyes I’d ever seen, reminding me of Sammy for a split second.

“It’s hard to move on when you’re still hung up on the girl from college that wouldn’t give you the time of day.” She swallowed down a thick lump in her throat, watching me oh so carefully, looking for any sign of bullshit. I didn’t blame her one bit. “I told you I had a crush on you.”

“You get over crushes,” she whispered, her voice gentle.

“You do. S’really fucking weird though to get a crush on a girl who went through the same shitty life experience as you, who ended up having as massive of a career as you, all before you ever knew that shit about her. Life’s funny like that, isn’t it.”

“If Sam hadn’t gone missing-”

“I would have pursued you. But I was so goddamn broken my last two years of school, I couldn’t handle that kind of rejection. Everybody thinks Finish Line is such a happy song because of the beat but it’s fucking tragic, isn’t it? I never saw that until after he was gone. I knew only someone in pain could have written those lyrics. Neither one of us back then were ready for a relationship, not when it was so raw.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But I wish I could have been there for you back then.”

“Want to know something embarrassing? I have a playlist that’s just your songs. I listen to it before every game for luck. I would wish I’d said something to you in college because now you’re so beautiful and so famous and I’m the emotionally distant playboy you’d never go out with. I’d have to do something stupid like bribe you into a date by giving to your charity. That guy’s a fucking loser all because he never got over you…and I still don’t know if you just pity me or if you actually might like me too.” Water welled in her eyes again, my hand reaching out to catch it.

“We’re going to make a promise,” she said, holding my hand to her chest. “We don’t hate ourselves anymore. You’re not the playboy anymore. I’m not afraid of moments like this. You’re Dean and I’m Y/N and we like each other. We are two people dating and figuring it out like everyone else in the world. You are not a loser, Winchester. Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, lacing our fingers together. I chuckled, Y/N scooting closer to rest her head on my shoulder. “Look at us. I think we’re getting the hang of this having a healthy relationship thing.”

“People make it seem so hard,” she joked, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Dean.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you harassed me into that date.” I smirked, Y/N growling. “Don’t let it go to your head or I won’t give you a handjob.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I teased, Y/N eyeing me as her hand shifted downwards. “Hey, you really don’t have-”

She covered my mouth with a finger, shushing me. “I want to. Just tell me if I can make it better for you, okay?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to do just fine with it, princess.”

One Hour Later

I jogged downstairs, leaving Y/N lax in bed, completely blissed out from another round of orgasms. Turns out she had a pretty damn healthy sex drive. I cut her off at a blowjob though. She’d had an emotional night and I wanted her to feel good, not self-conscious about going too fast. I’d told her to wash up and clean off her face while I dished up our takeout and brought it up. Neither of us had eaten dinner yet and it wasn’t hard to convince her to split a pizza and garlic bread with me. 

Downstairs I poked around her kitchen for a bit before I found some plates, napkins and a pair of water bottles. 

“Here.” I jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around to find Eric setting a pizza box and smaller container on the kitchen island. 

“Uh, thanks. How-”

“Guards at the gate have a card they use to pay for takeout with,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “Your hair is tousled.”

I reached up to pat it down, Eric stalking over to me, cornering me against the counter. “Listen-”

“She needs a good man, not a fuckboy.” I cocked my head at him, Eric crossing his arms.

“You don’t know me,” I said, moving past him, setting everything on top of the pizza box.

“Yes I do,” he said behind me, hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “You’re going to butter her up because you share a history, break down her walls until you get in her pants. You’re already getting in, obviously. Once you fuck her a few times, then you’ll be gone, playboy Winchester got the pop princess, like a predator that caught his prey finally. Press will fucking love it and you’ll be able to fuck literally any woman on earth you want to which is all you want, isn’t it?”

I spun around, a dark scowl on his face as I pressed my chest to his, hands clenched by my side.

“You can be an ass to me all you want. You can think what you want. I know you care about her, love her even. So put on the tough guy act all you want. But we both know you wouldn’t have told me where she lives, wouldn’t have given me the magic password if you thought I would hurt her. You know exactly the kind of man I am. I bet you fucking know better than most people in the world, don’t you?”

He had two inches on me and used it to stare me down, his jaw clenched, a vein in his forehead pulsing. “She is not the kind of girl you hookup with. It’s all or nothing with her.”

“I will give her my all. I swear.” He bumped my shoulder as he walked past me, footsteps stopping a few feet behind me.

“If you love her the way I know you do, then you better.”

“How do you know I do?” I asked but he walked away and out the front door. Whatever. He wasn’t my concern anyway. I grabbed the box and headed upstairs, ready to enjoy dinner with my girl.

________

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[duckchu]

Last one for today, Aphelios <3

Like always nsfw, fem bodied reader etc etc

I honestly love this gif of him he's so sassy lglrvkrqgk

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will usually prepare a bath for you both and cuddle you to sleep after

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He like his hands and how he can make you release so many cute noises with them ~ and on you, your breasts, no matter the size he like to lay on them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn't really care, if you want it inside? Sure. Outside? Ok, though he prefers to do it inside by a really slight margin

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has recorded your moans and will maybe use them in a song someday, but for now it stays in his headphones~ also he'd love to be sandwiched between you and Kayn or Sett

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not really, you need to teach him everything

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, doesn't like to complicate things and it's comfortable for you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you laugh, he'll get flustered and red as a beet, prefers to keep it serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not any, he likes to be relatively hairless

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Aphelios is secretly a romantic at heart, he keeps you close and leaves kisses all over your body

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't really need to, but will if he feels really horny (that's why he has the moans recorded)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not sure if that's a kink but he really likes biting and fingering you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, he wants to be able to enjoy you fully

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your breasts in a tight shirt is enough to get him rock hard

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't really enjoy roleplaying and hitting you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give but doesn't mind receiving, a 69 is perfect for him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day honestly, he can go either way depending on his mood

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't mind then but would rather have a longer session with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really, though he enjoys the though of fucking you in a place where someone could find you, he's way too shy to do that, though he does sometimes stream the music making process with you doing some work with your mouth under the desk

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Only 1 round, but he has no problem fingering you afterwards

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, but can get some if you'd like

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a tease, however if you really get on his nerves, he will edge you for hours just to get back at you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's a loud moaner, really loud in bed

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets inspired by you and writes...pretty interesting songs, but those are kept only for him to see

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long, 14 cm and average thickness

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's surprisingly horny, though he can just wait it out but if he can, he would like to have you take care of it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the bath he doses off pretty quickly

[a-boca-do-inferno]

beija minha boca até me matar (tony montana x reader) [request]

summary: Tony is stressed and you are tired.

warnings: angst, swearing, abuse and sort of fluff.

words: 0.8k

notes: this is small and very anemic plot wise, so im sorry for that. loosely based on doce vampiro by rita lee.

Sometimes you wondered if your love would stop enduring at some point. If no matter how much you wanted to be with him, someday your body and soul would finally give in to the exhaustion, because that’s how you felt. Exhausted. God, what time was it? It felt so long since you’ve last rested. Insomnia was a big thing these days with all the chaos around you, the gang fights, the power struggles; you understood nothing of it, but at times you wish you did. Maybe you’d be able to help Tony in the slightest, offer him some comfort. And you tried, oh, did you try. But it was just to no avail.

He was as restless as you, although he tried to disguise it as his customary anger towards the world. You could sense it whenever he was close, when his hand would tremble just a little as he gulped down a glass of whisky in one go. When the crease between his brows would become only a little bit more noticeable. When he’d only swear once, as though not even those silly words were enough to somehow soothe him anymore. You did your best to try and give him some solace, but while your kisses pleased his face, his arms would fall coldly frigid at his sides. He wasn’t in the moment, and that was so uncharacteristic of him.  

You felt helpless at those times, often choosing to leave him in his office and go to your bed, crying in silence until the sun was up again. He would spend his nights away from your room, causing you to entertain thoughts maybe about you actually being the problem, not his issues in the drug business. You never dared touch anything other than alcohol and that was perhaps something that lingered in the back of his mind, still. Would he think you’d eventually turn on him, sell him out to the police? Sometimes he’d call you “good Samaritan”, because in his own words, “you’re too clean, too good, too uptight. What the fuck are you doing with me?”, and wasn’t that the million-dollar question?  

What the fuck, indeed? 

“You rely too much on people, Manny. That’s your fucking mistake”, comes his loud, deep voice from the corridor. You close your eyes in contempt, not really wanting to listen to one of his lectures again. God bless Manny for being able to do it more than you. “I say, fuck people. I can do anything by myself.” 

“Because it’s been working so well so far”, you let it slip out, causing him to give you a death glare. Tony didn’t scare you easily, contrary to popular belief, but he could become quite scary when he felt like it. This was one of those times. 

He huffs, walking towards you slowly, “what did you just say, princess? You think you can disrespect me in my own fucking house, drinking my own fucking whisky that I bought? Is that it?”

He’s agitated, and you unconsciously flinch when he sits beside you, like a lion cornering its prey. You can’t help but shake your head, looking away from his hard eyes. “You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that”, you say softly, albeit your words carry weight to them. You don’t say them to him very often, surprisingly, but when you do… He better watch his reply. Tony knows that.

Then, there comes your answer. No matter how many times he let stress get the best of him, and no matter how many of his motivations you simply did not understand: Tony was Tony, your Tony, and he would always be. So, you let yourself be wrapped in his big arms once more in silence, simply enjoying his warmth. He felt like home and he was home, as inhabitable as he could become at given times. It was like loving a vampire. Having your life be sucked out of you everyday, yet always craving for more. A delicious poison.

So, he does. “Mi amor”, he coos immediately, his frown fading in a second when he seems to come to his senses. You are practically crawling on the couch, in fetal position, guarding yourself from his touch, and he notices this. Tony extends his rough hand and rubs your thigh gently, nuzzling your neck, trying to make you more at ease in his presence. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m fucking stupid, I’m a fucking jerk. I’m sorry”, he speaks quietly, but firmly, his deep voice vibrating on your skin.

And somehow, all exhaustion dissipated when he got closer to you, serving like a long nap after a tough day. It seemed like you were the complement to one another. Maybe that was the reason you were still here, after all.

Enduring.

[statementlou]

hello :) could you maybe explain a little bit how dan wootton blackmailed louis?

ugh sorry for taking a while to get to this. The problem is I feel like the only two ways to answer this are by spending a week and a half of full time labor sifting through old posts and evidence to get every detail right and lay out an airtight case, or to halfass something very serious, and so I felt a little stuck. So since I can't seem to find a good halfway point, apologies but here is the half assed version, if you want to get into it more I invite you to do your own deep dive or talk to other people, but here's how I remember things. Louis has almost never on video explicitly said things about Larry not being real and/or anything negative about fans and their theories (mostly the opposite), up until the last couple years when he obviously decided to make a major change he didn't talk about Freddie much at all let alone saying he was his kid, honestly not that much about Eleanor even; except for in two major interviews with Dan Wootton, each of which lined up with a serious traumatic Tomlinson family event that they managed to keep out of the tabloids until the very end (Jay's illness and Fizzy's struggles with substance abuse). After the fact of those events a lot of small things that didn't make sense at the time came together to look very much like Louis traded those interviews (and those answers) for having his family's private matters kept private. Story trading of this kind is a publicly known real thing that happens, and there were various clues that suggested he was being leaned on about those stories to lend legitimacy to the idea that it was something that happened in these cases. Given what we know about Dan Wootton and how he operates even before the recent flood of information and even more now, I think it's more than likely that he has been holding the threat of outing Louis (as he has done to many other public figures) over his head for over a decade, and has used his family's tragic struggles to get Louis to dance like a fucking puppet for him and I will REJOICE at his downfall when it comes whether it is now or 20 years from now... because someday it will, he has made too many enemies to stay above it forever

[feralforfrank]

ENCHANTED.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary (based on enchanted by taylor swift) you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot.

cw SOOOOO MUCH FLUFF. friends to lovers! NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n i'm kinda proud of this one. there's goingnto be a part two someday.

masterlist | taglist

It was a hot Saturday night when Natasha—your childhood friend—invited you to the bar she frequented. After officially settling down in North Island, she had begged for you to take as many days off from work and visit her. And, of course, you couldn't say no to her.

A messily packed suitcase and a tearful reunion later, Natasha led you inside the bar called the Hard Deck. You could describe the atmosphere as anything but dull. Old music played from a jukebox. Men and women wearing uniforms and civilian clothes conversed and drank. You shrunk in yourself as some turned with a curious glance towards you.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends," Natasha yelled over the chatter and music.

You pushed past the crowd to the pool table, where a few people your age greeted Nat. A guy with glasses waved, and you realised that it was Bob. He was the only guy you knew from the countless times he'd popped in while you were facetiming Natasha.

"Hey, guys! This is my friend from home." Natasha went ahead and introduced you as you awkwardly waved at them.

After Natasha introduced her friends to you, you excused yourself to get a drink. Nerves were eating you from the inside out. Nat seemed relaxed around them, but you barely even knew them. You needed to chug a drink or two to gain confidence.

There I was again tonight;

forcing laughter, faking smiles.

You spent most of the night conversing with Nat's friends, occasionally cheering her game of pool against Hangman—or Jake, as he had politely asked you to call him. Too polite—in your opinion—his words bordering on flirty. Although you seemed fine from the outside—all smiles and laughter—guilt consumed you.

You wanted to go, but the problem wasn't Nat or her friends. It was you. You felt too awkward to open up to anyone, especially some of the guys who were complete flirts, clearly trying to get in your pants. Of course, you laughed at their jokes and entertained their discussions, but it was draining you.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

vanished when I saw your face.

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you.

Your eyes lazily looked around the packed bar after Coyote left you to play darts with Hangman. Nat was still playing pool with Bob on her side, but her opponent was now Payback, with Fanboy cheering him on. 

As soon as he walked in, your eyes locked on his figure. The way he carried himself made your jaw drop ever so slightly. He wore jeans, a white tank top, and a yellow Hawaiian shirt, with sunglasses resting low on his nose. Who wore sunglasses inside, especially when it was almost dark outside?

You watched him greet people as he made his way to the bar. Penny, the bar owner who had introduced herself to you, gave him a beer before he could speak his order. So, he was a regular. He leaned at the bar for a second, looking around—probably trying to spot his friends.

His eyes fell close to you, and he smiled, pushing himself from the bar and walking to—what you quickly realised was—the pool table. Oh, shit. You watched as he greeted Nat with a smile and a hug. Does he know her? Do you know him? Your eyes never left him as you tried to figure out if you knew him. Nat had introduced everyone to you...So who was he?

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

starts to make its way to me.

You didn't have time to react. The stranger's eyes met yours. He squinted his eyes in question. Fuck. He caught you staring, shit. You try to look away—it's the polite action to do—but you can't bring your eyes to move. And then he excuses himself—you read his lips. And he's walking towards you.

Your cheeks are heating up faster than a plane's engine, and you subconsciously tighten your grip on the beer bottle. The stranger is smiling—smirking, actually, knowing he caught you staring. 

The playful conversation starts.

Counter all your quick remarks,

like passing notes in secrecy.

"You know, it's rude to stare," he says while making himself comfortable on the chair next to you.

"Who told you I was looking at you? Maybe I was glancing around, or perhaps, I was looking at my friend, Nat." You tried to play it cool while desperately trying to hide your trembling hands.

"Oh please, I caught your stare as soon as I walked to the bar," he countered.

Your blush deepened. "Sure, you did because you can see so clearly with those sunglasses." The playful sarcasm was evident in your tone.

"I'm Bradley Bradshaw," he extended his free hand, "but my friends call me Rooster."

You turned to face him with a questioning smile. "M-My callsign. I'm in the Navy." He added.

Oh. He's the Bradley. You finally shook his extended hand, telling him your name in return. "You're the Bradley Nat always complains about ruining her clothes."

"Hey! That was one time. And it was my first time doing laundry. It's not my fault!" You laughed at his defensive tone.

"Yeah, but I was the one she called to fix her clothes! You know how hard it is with the time difference and all?" You both laughed.

God, his laugh was so beautiful, and his neck, biceps, nose, jawline, cheekbones—everything really. Your gaze fell to the floor as your blush rose on your cheeks and ears again.

"So, what do you do?" His voice was soft and curious.

You scratched your neck. No one had asked you what your profession was ever since you'd gotten here. 

"Um, I'm a teacher—kind of. I help elementary kids with speaking or writing disabilities—like a tutor. I have five students so far, and I go to each house for a few hours to help them with homework and work on the lessons ahead."

You were proud of your profession. It was rare for teachers to take on such big responsibility, but you loved teaching and kids. It's the perfect combination for you. Plus, it didn't matter where you moved, for there's always a child in need of you, and you're glad to help.

"That sounds so cool." Bradley beamed, and you chuckled.

"Not as cool as being a pilot. How's that working out for you? Got any awards yet?" You lightly elbowed him.

His head snapped to your side, a confused smile adorning his face. "How'd you know about that?"

"Nat told me one of her friends was getting an award for saving an old guy or something. I assumed it's you because there's no way Hangman could be getting it." Bradley snorted. "Am I right?" 

He just nodded with a smile, sipping on his beer. "It's my godfather, yeah. But I don't really see a point to this. I��rescued him because it was the right thing to do, not because I wanted an award." Show off, you think.

"You're a hero to our nation, anyway." You turned to face him. "Thank you for serving this country, sir," you saluted him, trying to keep your expression serious.

"Stop," Bradley whined, turning away to hide his blushing cheeks. His grin widened, though.

"What? I'm being serious! Take me seriously—what is it? Is it Lieutenant?" He nodded lightly. "I'm being very patriotic, Lieutenant Bradshaw!" Your giggles were on the verge of becoming uncontrollable.

Bradley couldn't help but laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No, I just like watching you blush and squirm away," you snorted.

"You're a menace." You shrugged in response.

This night is sparkling—don't you let it go!

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

You hadn't had this much fun in so long. You found yourself entertaining Bradley and his silly questions about everything—apparently, since you're a teacher, you're a walking encyclopedia—all night. At some point, Nat called for Rooster to play the piano, and your conversation was cut short. 

The disappointment you felt dispersed as soon as you heard him sing. Great Balls of Fire, an ancient song you had a special spot in your heart, resonated through the bar. Bradley played the piano expertly and sang like an angel. The whole bar joined him, most patrons using their beer bottles as microphones. You hugged Natasha sideways, your eyes meeting as you screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

After a few songs, most civilians went home, leaving only the pilots. You yawned against Nat's shoulder as you listened to Jake narrate a story. Your phone read thirty minutes past midnight, and you decided it was time to head home—a small house by the beach you'd rented for two weeks.

"I'm going to head out," you whispered to Natasha, who nodded and patted your thigh in goodbye.

You slipped unnoticed since everyone was invested in Hangman's story to see you leave. You waved goodbye to Penny, who nodded back with a smile and continued wiping the counter.

Your stomach dropped in disappointment as soon as you stepped outside. You wanted to say goodbye to Bradley, but he'd excused himself to the bathroom, and he hadn't come out when you left. You'll see him again, though. Right? He was Nat's closest friend after you and Bob, so there was no way he'd leave your sight anytime soon.

You fished for your car keys, only to realise that Natasha had driven here. "Fuck," you muttered.

"Hey." You spun around, startled.

There stood Bradley, a small smile on his face, his hands buried in his jeans' pockets. You softly smiled back, your stomach doing multiple flips. His glasses were perched on his tank top, and you could see his eyes now. The sky was dark, but the moonlight and lights inside the bar made him look more attractive than ever.

Good fucking god, you were shamelessly checking him out. 

"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, bringing you out of your trance.

The knowing and growing smile on his face told you he had caught you checking him out. Again. Heat rose to your cheeks for the umpteenth time tonight.

"No. I just realised Natasha drove here, and I have to Uber home." It sounded like an exhausting nightmare.

"Sounds exhausting," you snorted. "Come on." Bradley signalled for you to follow him, but you froze in place, staring at him.

He stopped next to a Bronco—you should have guessed this car was his. "Are you coming or what?"

You snapped from the trance his action had set you in, speed walking to the car door and opening it. The seat was comfortable, and a content sigh escaped your lips. Your back hurt from the uncomfortable way you sat all night. So you leaned back and closed your eyes for a second, relishing how your spine relaxed.

During those seconds, Bradley leaned over and buckled your seatbelt, causing your eyes to open again. You could smell his cologne. It was fucking intoxicating. Did he actually just put your seatbelt on?

"There you go. Just don't fall asleep on me before you tell me where you live." You chuckled tiredly.

After giving him your address, your head turned to the window. You watched the scenery go by, very aware that you were in Bradley Bradshaw's car, which also smelt like him. A blush covered your cheeks and—you were pretty sure—your ears and neck. The man was driving you crazy, and he didn't even know.

The drive was over quicker than you wanted it. The music playing in Bradley's car—old eighties songs—was comforting. The smell of the sea and his cologne in your seat were soothing. His presence, alone, calming enough for you to escape in a state between blissful sleep and consciousness. Why did it have to end?

"That's the house. Right there." 

"Oh, you got a garden?" Bradley asked curiously, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, yeah. You should see the backyard! It's full of flowers and three apple trees!" Your smile caused his to widen.

"I'll come around soon, then. I wanna see that view." His tone was soft, and you wondered if he meant something else.

You nodded. "I could give you my number?" Was that a desperate move?

Before you had time to rethink, he beamed at you. "Yeah! Put it on my phone, and I'll text you."

Your fingers brushed, and tingles shot up your spine. It felt like you'd just gotten electrocuted. Oh fuck. His hands are...nice. 

Your exchange was short, and you got out of the car a blushing mess. After shutting the door, you looked up for the last time to say goodbye. Bradley was already looking at you with an unrecognisable look in his eyes. 

"It was nice meeting you, Bradley," your words were almost a whisper.

"You, too, sweetheart."

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,

I was enchanted to meet you.

He waited for you to unlock the door, get into the small residence and switch on a light. He saw you through the open curtains as you threw the keys and phone at the kitchen table, deciding he had been enough of a creep and finally drove away.

You heard the Bronco's engine come to life again—when had he shut the engine?—and speed down the empty street. You moved to the window, watching the headlights disappear.

"It was lovely to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw." 

The lingering question kept me up.

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake.

You're crawling under the covers in no time. Your thoughts are racing a hundred miles per second. The only thing in them is Bradley Bradshaw. You can't understand why he has plagued your mind.

You wonder if he has someone. He has a charming smile, a kind heart, not to mention a remarkably fit body and a steady job. He was in his thirties, making you the same age as him or a year or two younger. He even was at the right age to have a family, but you spotted no ring on his finger. Your heart fluttered with hope.

Fuck, you turned to your left side. Does he look like he's good in bed? I mean—he has this look that screams big dick energy, but is that a thing? Well, you'd love to find out.

What about his girlfriend?

The thought lingered. Bradley had been friendly all night, but there was no sign of a girlfriend. Maybe she wasn't a pilot. And she may not even enjoy crowded bars. Or maybe, there is no girlfriend.

But what if he likes someone? Like a crush? 

God, these thoughts were ruining your scenario-making. It was true that there was always a possibility he had a crush on someone else. But the sheer need to feel loved and appreciated—the exact emotion Bradley had awakened in you tonight—was overpowering the insecure thoughts and fuelling the butterflies in your stomach.

Who do you like, Bradley Bradshaw?

You turn your head to look at the digital clock on the bedside table—it reads two fifteen in the morning. God, I need to sleep.

And now I'm pacing back and forth,

wishing you were at my door.

I'd open up, and you would say, "Hey."

But you can't. So you drag yourself out of bed, thinking that maybe cookies and milk will do the trick. You grab your phone from the nightstand, press on Netflix, and then Friends. Balancing your phone on the coffee pot, you searched the cupboards, looking for the Oreo cookies you'd stuffed earlier. 

God, what is this infatuation? I just met the man. 

You bite the cookie as you pace in the small kitchen—from the entryway to the fridge and back. You wish you could've said more. It was nice meeting you, Bradley—come on, that's so stupid. I think I fell in love with you at first sight is a much better sentence.

I wish he were here. 

The thought caught you off-guard, but you didn't hate it. You'd love to have Bradley here, watching Friends and munching on Oreo cookies instead of day night-dreaming about him.

You worked the scenario in your head. You'd be asleep when he knocks on the door. You'd have that cute messy hair look and sleepy expression on your face like the girls in all the movies you watch. You'd unlock the door and look at him. He'd be panting for some unknown reason—maybe he ran from his car to my door (I don't know, the guys in movies always try to catch their breaths)—and he'd throw you a casual but oh-so-raspy-and-sexy hey.

You snorted, and suddenly, the picture in front of you dissolved. Jesus, I need sleep and to get out of the house more.

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[hivefleet-hellbender]

Out in the desert, no one can find you... (Hex Tiles 1)

A sharp wind whistles through the desert dunes, bringing no reprieve to the travelers following the thin paths left out in the sand. Don't drink from the river — the plants that grow along its shores contain toxins that could leave a grown man coughing up blood, and chemical spills float through the current. A faraway road carries the rare drone-tank, long abandoned from any sort of human use.

My newest hobby, to distract myself on months when the purse is a bit too tight to be buying plastic crack from Games Workshop, is to build modular hex tiles! It's super easy — I pick up a hundred of these wooden MDF tiles from Amazon for $10 (they're advertised as 2", but they're 1.75" from tip to tip, and each side is 1"), grab any spare craft supplies I have lying around, and get to work! They're super quick (this first batch of one hundred took me around a week) and they open the door to a lot of cool experimentation. A lot of this is inspired by the work of u/Marcus_Machiavelli over on Reddit, who makes these fantastic modular hive city components that I hope to someday be able to emulate. 

I'm making these for two purposes, neither of which I've put in practice yet but I'm hoping to get to do at some point. They're for:

Any mass-battle games played at 6mm. This could also work for Adeptus Titanicus or the upcoming Epic reboot that Games Workshop is working on. 

Tactical TTRPGs like Lancer that are played with large beings, who can operate on a 6mm scale.

Once I get some games in with them, I'm sure I'll encounter future problems and reassess how I approach them. But for now, this is what I've got!

I Hate Sand

The first set of tiles I made, to serve as the backdrop for the rest of them, are these sand tiles. I chose to make this a desert (and thus make a bunch of sand tiles) because I already had some sand lying around, and because it's really cheap and easy to work with. Be careful though! Anakin was right; sand sucks. Try and pick up a finer grain than what I went with, apply the sand in a more-controlled location than I did, and secure it better than I did too. But here's how I did them:

Coat the surface of the hex with a mix of PVA glue and water.

Sprinkle on a light dusting of gravel or small rocks.

Apply a thick coat of sand on top of the gravel.

Knock off excess sand and recycle it for next time.

Spray with 1-2 layers of varnish. (I would recommend a sealant instead, but I didn't have any at the time)

For the ones with little paths on them, I painted the path on with White before applying the gravel or sand, and it shows through well enough! The paths are unnecessary — they're a fun experiment, but I don't think I'll be making more of them in the future.

The Gurgling Creek

Making the river tiles was a bit more involved, but still pretty easy. The method I came up with I think looks a lot better than just painting on water, and is a lot easier to work with than resin or water effects. 

Use some kind of texture gel to build up the riverbanks, trying to have them end around 1/4" on the sides of the tiles where you want your river to connect.

Paint a strip Black where you want the river to flow, running from one edge to another.

Apply sand as before, everywhere except where you painted the black. (If you're worried about fucking this up, you can swap the order)

Varnish (or use sealant) as before. 

Take some gloss mod podge and mix it with a light blue paint, and apply in large goopy quantities everywhere you want water to be. Leave overnight to dry. (If you want the river to be less cloudy, apply many thin coats of mod podge instead, letting each layer dry before applying the next)

As an extra, stipple green along the edges of the water and use a dark green wash to create patches of vegetation.

The river pieces are my favorites, and I'm the most proud of them. The tiny bridge was a thin strip of balsa wood, painted white and then washed black. It turned out fine.

I did a solid mix of straight river pieces and curving river pieces. If I was going to do it again I'd make more curving pieces than straight river pieces, because the curving ones make more sense for how rivers work.

The Road To Nowhere

These road tiles turned out really well, perfect for a run-down highway in the middle of nowhere. Here's how I made them:

Take a piece of corkboard and cut it down to be 1.75" long and 1" wide.

Glue it on a hex with the two edges of the corkboard touching two sides of the hex.

Go at the edges with a knife, making it all worn down and busted up.

In some of these spots, I fucked up and glued the corkboard on wrong. To fix that, break off a chunk and reposition it so it'll connect correctly. This will look like a big fat crack in the middle of the road, which is perfect.

Coat in a layer of mod podge or PVA glue. Leave to dry.

Once dry, paint the cork entirely Gray.

Drybrush White onto the corkboard, focusing on the edges and exposed spots.

Paint two thin yellow lines along the middle of the road. (These are optional, but they do a lot to make the 6mm scale convincing)

Apply sand, as before, onto the ground and up the sides of the road, so it looks like the road is emerging from the sand. Maybe apply some sand in a couple spots in the cracks to make it look like the sand has gotten in there.

Varnish and/or sealant, as before.

Apply a Black wash to the road. (There's a lot of tricks here! If you want the yellow stripes to be more vibrant, you can only paint them on after the first black wash. You can also target spots of sand on the road to make it look like it's asphalt runoff, soaking black into the cracks.)

Apply a second Black wash to the road. 

The bridge was a bit more complicated, and took some finicky positioning and a trip to Kung-Fu Tea.

Take a boba tea straw and cut it into 1" segments, then cut them in half, gluing them to the middle of the hex as culverts.

Take corkboard and glue it over the culverts, bending it so it meets the two edges you want the bridge to run along. If it breaks, that's okay — this is a crumbling, middle-of-nowhere bridge.

Use texture gel and spare corkboard to fill in the gaps.

Use texture gel to define the steep edges of the river. Apply a little bit in between the culverts.

Do all the road steps to the road part of the bridge, and all the river steps to the river part of the bridge.

I'm exceedingly proud of the bridge hex. It turned out perfectly, and feels very emblematic of what I want this project to be like.

Why You, Too, Should Make 6mm Terrain

6mm terrain is amazing to make. Mistakes look like part of the landscape or the brain smudges them over due to the small size, and small changes look like fascinating little details. It really opens the imaginative space and I absolutely adore working at this scale. Plus I'm developing a ton of experience with various materials I've never worked with before, so I get to enjoy the triumph of carving foam or corkboard. It rules! I might even try to make a 28mm bridge after the success I had making a 6mm one.

My future plans for this project include cliffs, craters, 3D-printed shantytowns, and overpasses. But all that is for a later date — for now I'm gonna rest on my laurels, and spend the rest of the evening reconfiguring various tile combinations and cackling like a mad scientist.

[succubusyuyu]

I was thinking about y/n riding jh tight but then yt decided to join them 😔 🥺

hii anon i just LOVE IT 😖😖 (i'm just a simp for threesomes gosh)

tags: boyf!yuta x reader x idol!jaehyun, threesome, thigh riding, hand jobs

[22:56]

yuta as a journalist interviewed many famous people, yet when he got face to face with soloist jeong jaehyun he feels like a fanboy, maybe is your influence getting him, but he swear he's trying hard not to blush under jaehyun's moon eyes, and dimple smile when in the end of the interview he asks for a pic and a voice note for you, and ended getting a date, ok, not a date, in jaehyun's words "a dinner"...

"yuta nakamoto, please repeat what you said again."

"he said let's have dinner someday and write me his number," he does air quotes as he repeats exactly what jaehyun said again for the thousandth time, "he said he wants to meet you, I showed your picture, and he said, cute, so I think he liked you." he smiles wide, proud of his achievements, he knows how much you like jaehyun, how you're a fan for a long time, and have all his albums and even collect his photocards, he just wanted it to make you happy.

yet you're exasperated, running your hands through your hair and hiding your face in your hands.

"what's the problem, baby?" he looked evidently worried, you regret your overthinking right after.

you hold his face, "you're not jealous?", you ask.

he smirks, "of course not, kitty, I would love to see that hot men fucking you."

you're worried frown drops, and you slap his arm, "yuta!"

"what baby? he's so hot you have to see it, in live he's even more hot, he's like super hot and his dimples, y/n, ah, ok, I think I should be jealous what if you run away with him?" he pouts.

you laugh, "silly, you know if I run away it would be with you and if he wants, he can come along." you place a kiss on his pout.

yuta smiles, "so can I arrange the date?" he says against your lips.

"yes, you can, baby, but now," you say as you push him further in the couch, "show me why I shouldn't run away with him." you smirks, and he beautifully mirrors your grin.

"with pleasure, princess."

...

so this is how you — yuta — got a date with jeong jaehyun.

you didn't expect to get this further on the first date, you really expect to talk and say how much you love him and that's it, but looks like jaehyun came with another plans, and yuta too.

by the way he bought you a new dress, a midi one, but with two slits showing your legs and a bit of your thighs, because it rides up every time you sit on the couch — important information, your couch, because they decided to just have a casual dinner at yours and yuta's apartment, you should have understood their intentions from the start, but you just get it when yuta's hands start to travel up your thighs while you're chatting, jaehyun sit on the seat across the couch watching everything.

"yuta," you warn, pinching his arm, but he didn't stop, he smirks and looks at jaehyun while his lips leave kisses on your shoulder.

"yeah, baby?" he rumbles on your skin, your eyes found jaehyun still looking at you and yuta.

"yuta!" you warn again because this was making you anxious.

he laughs, "kitty, look" he placed your head between his hands, to make you stop furrow your eyebrows, but you can't, not until he fulled explained how he offered jaehyun to be on bed with you and yuta and he accepted.

"wait? did you ask for a threesome?"

"i did, baby, because we talked a lot about it and i think he's perfect for it, don't you?"

fuck yes, jaehyun is perfect to it, but you not even know what you should do, what jaehyun likes, what he doesn't like-

"don't overthinking, y/n, we don't have to do it." jaehyun's calm voice take you from your reveries.

"nooooo," you whines, "i do want, I just don't know-"

"what about we start with a kiss." yuta proposes, "come here, jae." and jaehyun does sit at your side.

you feel his hand on your knee, then in your face and when you realize he's lips are touching yours after he says, "I'm going to kiss you, y/n" and you melts, it's slow, it's delicious, it's making you weak on the knees.

"sit on his thigh, baby, c'mon have fun, i want to watch you getting flushed." yuta teases, placing his hands on your hips and helping you move. you yelps when you sit on jaehyun's thigh, a little plumper than yuta's, but strong as well for their long days at gym.

flushed, yuta wanted to see you flushed? god you're fucking melting in your pool of horniness, you don't realize yuta changed his side until you feel slim fingers sliding down the strips of your dress, until the said slim fingers started to play with your hard nipples and making you moan against jaehyun's mouth, making you twitch against him and accidentally blush your cunt against his thigh.

"ride it, baby, c'mon make a mess, make him jealous." jaehyun teases, with a smirk on his face, making yuta chuckles, and you shiver. jaehyun didn't know who he was teasing, yuta was menace he could be worst than both he could make jaehyun bed for it tonight, and you're happy to watch it.

you start to move your hips, back and forth, slow, and if you're already wet with just some kisses now you know you're soaking wet, probably staining his pants, but he didn't complain his kissed travel to your neck while yuta's hands play along your body, exposing more naked skin to him to lick and suck.

it was too much, but still you move your hands until it are playing with yuta's slacks, fingers hovering over his bulge and making him gasps.

"jae," you pouts and when he looks up at you, you smiles, "help him, hm?" you ask, placing the palm of your hand against him, making yuta moan under his breath.

"how, baby?" he asks, already moving his hand to yuta's cock, tracing his fingers along the hard length over his pants.

"i don't know, how yu wants it, uh? maybe he likes if we just tease him until he comes on his pants like a teenager." you place your hands harder and yuta holds your wrist, but don't stop you.

you watches him close him eyes and throw his head back, moaning loud, making jaehyun surprise by his shameless manners.

"i think he wants you to suck him off." jaehyun says, smiling, watching yuta open his eyes to smirk.

"oh I do, i never see a kitty so pretty as her while sucking a dick, all sloppy and messy with a dick down her throat, so pretty, right, baby?" he caresses your face, and you try hard not slide down on your knees and suck him off, maybe jaehyun would join, you never took two, and you can try, but before you suggest it, jaehyun already took off yuta from his pants with one hand while with the other he moved your hips.

"he's such a good boy, don't you think, princess?" yuta says, rocking his hips up on jaehyun's fist, "help him too." and who is you to deny a hand to such a pretty boy.

when your fingers start to unbutton his slacks you hear jaehyun gasps, you undo his pants and quickly get his hard length in your hands, you do it just lick you do with yuta even if jaehyun is bigger he fits so well in your hands. you toy with the tip, collecting the amount of precum dripping from the head and brings your dirty thumb to your lips, licking it and humming, never averting jaehyun's gaze and taking a moan from him.

"good? let me taste the pretty boy too." yuta asks, and you collect more of jaehyun's precum to then place your index between his lips.

yuta hums too, rolling his eyes back, making jaehyun moans again, "god, you're crazy, fucking crazy-" god he was loving it, his cock twitching between your fingers, and his hips bucking up, making your body even closer to his, making your wet pussy drag harder against his thigh, you sigh low.

but even affect as him, you tease, "c'mon baby, can't take a little of foreplay?" yuta laughs, you watch his hands sneak between you and hold jaehyun's cheeks between his fingers and squeezing it until his lips are in a cute pout.

"how are you going to take y/n riding your dick this way? uh? you can take it, pretty boy, just cum when you're inside her, ok? deal?" yuta asks with a smirk.

jaehyun closes his eyes and nods slowly, you smile, feeling his big hands tighter around your hips and you're back to move against his thigh, his hand back to jerk yuta off as well yours on jaehyun, and even if you know your orgasm is approaching you also know the night will be long, anyway you can take it, or you hope so.

[praisethesuuun]

can you please do nsfw alphabet for Sasaki 🥹💗

This old man would be the death of me someday oof. Hope you like it💞 @themoonisrising this is for you too

KOJIRO SASAKI: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Kojiro is really lazy after sex, you're lucky if he just doesn't pass out after you fucked. But he will still try to be a good partner rubbing your back and kissing you gently.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

His favourite body part are his hands, they're big and they allow him to touch you everywhere. Kojiro just loves to squeeze your breasts and it's his favourite part of yours.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

On your face, all the way. Your eyes slightly close, watching him from below while his cum is dripping from your face. Perfection.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Kojiro can't help but moan when you dirty talk while you're under him. Maybe it's because he never had such experience, in fact, you risk of overwhelming him if you abuse of it.

E: experience <how experienced are they>

He have zero experience: his life was dedicated to his training and his ambitions, he never thought about love before meeting you. You'll have to teach him a few things...if you know what I mean-

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Doggy style all the way! Kojiro can see his length going in and out of you, while he spanks your ass. He has control over you and it's an incredible sensation: it makes him feel powerful.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

This old man is the goofiest lover you'll ever had. Cracking jokes all the time and making you laugh softly at them and if you decide to do the same, it doesn't matter how bad your jokes is, he will burst out laughing either way.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

It isn't so groomed, mostly because he doesn't even think about that. Kojiro didn't saw it as a problem, he only started being a little more caring when you talked about it.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Kojiro is so romantic! When you have sex is all about you: caressing and worshipping all the time. He just loves you so much he can't help it.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

He doesn't do that often. Yes, it's true, it happened that he got hard in situations where you couldn't have done anything, but he still tries to hold back.

K: kinks <their kinks>

This old man goes over heels everytime you pull his hair. His groans become louder and louder, especially if you're the one on top when you do it. He likes to tease you too: you're so cute when you beg for him to thrust in you with all his might.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Kojiro likes to do it outside, maybe in the woods or on the beach, under the moonlight or under the strong sunset light.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you're angry or you fight someone who made fun of him for losing, Kojiro totally goes crazy. He immediately has a boner to hide...guess you'll have to fix it later~

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Pegging him. I'm sorry my lovely doms, but I don't think he'll like something like that. Well, there are many ways to convince him...

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Kojiro preferes receiving: he never felt so good in his entire life, one of your head spinning blowjob is just what he needs after a day of training.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

His pace is pretty fast, mostly because he doesn't know how to adjust or if he's doing a good job. You're usually the one to tell this swordsman if you like it slower or faster.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

Kojiro wants to wait until you two are alone and relaxed, he wants to make you feel as good as possible and the only way to do that is to take it nice and slow.

R: risk <...DUH>

I feel as if he wouldn't mind to take some risks, but you have to admit that he has his age too, so don't go too hard on him! Have patience with this old man.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

For someone of his age, Kojiro has a lot of stamina! He can go for at least 3 rounds, good luck!

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

I don't even think he knows what they are, but if you want to use them in the bedroom, is totally fine with him.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

Surprisingly, Kojiro likes to tease you, like...A LOT. He likes to see you squirm on his cock, moving your hips trying to give you any kind of pleasure.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

He can be loud when he want, but Kojiro usually groans very deeply. He releases some sound only when he's close and about to cum.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

Kojiro is afraid that you'll leave him for someone more young and strong, so sometimes he's extremely rough with you without realizing it. Please, tell your swordsman how much you love him, he needs it.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Kojiro is pretty average, but his dick is larger at the base, while the tip is #cf8370.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

You're the one that takes the initiative, 'cause Kojiro ia horny when you are too.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Like I said before, he's pretty fast to fall asleep. But he always smile when he feels you close, maybe when you kiss his neck snuggling in his arms.

[morticiahumbertunderwood]

Okay so I have a whole fanfiction in my head, I think maybe the first three chapters are already written and I am so fucking unsure...so much overthinking and changes and rereading and yeah I don't know if I'll ever post all of it but this part just wanders in my brain almost every day and I have to share it, so...here goes nothing I guess...

Warning: NSWF!, 18+, p in v, smut (and only smut), basically Price taking you as you are and as quick and sloppy as he can (yikes)

Summary: You had the chance to get to know Price for a few months now and the tension builds up. He surprises you with his actions. Less talking, more action ;)

Would love to hear some feedback...maybe the whole thing will be posted someday, I don't know...so yeah, bye for now!

°•°•°•°•°•° Tell me to stop °•°•°•°•°•°

"Hope she didn't cause you problems, John?" You look at him as he circles the small of your back. Farah smiling slightly at him. "Not at all, a charming presence in the passenger seat.", Price nodding to Farah as she's leaving through the door.

The moment the door shuts he turns to you, grabbing you under both armpits and kissing you aggressively. You gasp for air as he stops: "Shit, that was unexpected.", you moan into his mouth. He hums with closed eyes, breathing heavily: "I can't hold back any longer. You got me under some spell, birdie. I don' know what you do, but you should stop. Gets us both in trouble." You look up, grinning slightly: "What if I don't want to stop?" He grins back and picks you up. You wrap your legs around him as good as you can with all his gear attached finding hold in his gear belt. John looks right into your eyes. He hums and kisses you wildly, pushing his tongue over yours. Lovingly circling, entangling into your mouth, exploring every corner. You follow his lead and feel a hard surface under your behind as he sits you down. "We shouldn't…", you whisper, stroking his beard lovingly. "No, we really shouldn't…", he affirms. "Tell me to stop." He states before kissing your neck, biting and licking the hurt he just caused away. You moan and grab his back, him removing his chest rig and battle belt with one hand while holding you by your back close to him. The gear falling with a loud thud to the floor. "Tell me to stop, sweetheart…"

He unbuckles his pants while kissing your neck, you push yourself closer to him, after removing your shirt. He moves his head towards your sports bra, pulling it up and kissing your nipple before sucking it lovingly. You let out a sharp moan while pulling your head back in awe. "Come on…tell me…please…", he begs as he unbuckles your pants and you help him pull them off. "John…", you gasp. His eyes now fixated on you without moving away. You pull him in for a kiss by his neck and run your hand through his hair.

He pulls out his cock, you taking your fingers into your mouth after freeing yourself from the intoxicating kiss. His eyes widen. "Y/N…tell me to…" you reach down with your wet hand and start stroking him a few times before he pushes your hand away, picking you up and pulling you down in a firm grip. Down on his now throbbing cock, leaking of precum and twitching. "Tell me to stop, please…this is so wrong, in so many ways…you…argh fuck?!" He hisses as he starts thrusting into you and you start moving him in deeper and deeper, until his tip touches the sweet spot in your cervix.

"John…" 'He fits too good. It won't be long.' "Yes birdie? Talk to me…" he presses out before growling and picking you up slightly to push into you with more force. You moan loudly and hold onto his back, your head buried in his shoulder, the legs around his hips. "John…" "Y/N…" you both huff into each others mouths and rhythmically thrust into each other. You holding on by his back, him holding you by your behind. The sweet pain is almost unbearable, the sore muscles from the rather difficult position. "Just…tell…me…hnghn…tell me…to…" he groans out as his eyes roll back. His thrusts becoming sloppy and hard. Your climax nearing as well. "Oh John…" "Tell me…", he still tries. "Don't stop John, don't your dare…oh my…" you let out a moan before stopping your breath and releasing all the tension of the last months.

You come quivering and shaking uncontrollably. He follows with a low grunt under his beard. His eyes piercing blue fixated on yours. You stare back as he rides it out on you, as he breathes heavy and grips your sweaty body with his trembling hands. His gaze never leaves you as he puts you on the table. You both calm down, him still in you, getting slightly soft. You touch by the foreheads and breathe slowly, simultaneously. Your one hand fondling his neck, the other on his now sweaty chest. He caresses your upper left shoulder and holds you still by your right hip.

It's an almost tantrical moment you both drink up as if it is the last water on this planet. "You should have told me to stop my love…" he sighs. You look at his lips and he smiles and kisses you again. Slower this time, with a passion you never experienced before. You give in immediately and enjoy this tender touch. He frees your lips again and trembles a little. His cock still semi hard in you, his pants by his ankles, as he pulls out slowly and agonizingly. You let out a gasp and his fluid oozes out ever so slowly. "I…shit…", He gazes down to inspect his work. "Filled you up pretty good, eh?" You both chuckle and he takes his undershirt laying on the table to clean you up.

You do the rest and he gives you your pants. You both get dressed next to each other stealing glances of each other's bodies from time to time. After being finished you both stand in front of each other and he lovingly touches your cheek. Such a contrast to his thrusting a few moments earlier. Making you warm and wet again.

"That was too dangerous to ever happen again in such a surrounding. We should meet up at base birdie, what you think?" You blush and nod. "Just never tell me to stop…ever again." "Understood, sweetheart." You brush his moustache with your lips, closed eyes and a warm smile following. His eyes widen at this action and he wraps around you without a warning. "I look forward to it." You smile as he huffs into your shoulder. The knock on the door wakes you up from your moment.

[chans-muffin]

skz hyung line x taylor swift eras

hi stayswiftie ville!!

so, im hiperfixated on both subjects and i love associating taylors eras with the things i enjoy, so w skz it would be no different :) here's my opinion!!

only the hyung line bc i lost inpo during lmao

wc: 420

notes: grammatical errors, ts unbearably, perhaps a wrong view of their personality (?) & i went to far on hyunbini im sorry 😭😭😭 i love them

bang chan - speak now / reputation!! - bro went to a lot and talked about karma multiple times, rep is something made to perform and impact, at the same time as it has insecure and more of melancholic lyrics. of course all the members went through this, but it's just that is chan more yk. and sn is just. yes. "something in his deep brown eyes has me saying 'hes not all bad like his reputation'" & all of superman & never grow up & back to december 'bout chans room :( & LONG LIVE AND TIMELESS FOR SKZ !! &@,#, im gonna shut up now but i actually have a entire playlist with these and others songs, letmk if you wanna check out :))

lee know - 1989 - i see a lot of this album associated with seungmin. for me, i see more of minho, its just the vibe that he passes on to me, since i don't know him deeply. but it's something more hidden from the media, living your youth in strange ways alongside people u appreciates, idk if it makes sense but ok kansmwj

changbin - debut / taylor swift - oK LISTEN. I KNOW HES SO COOL AND GOD OF RAP AND THEY HAD TO TAKE THE POCKETS OUT OF MY PANTS BECAUSE I WAS JUST WALKING WITH MY HANDS INSIDE THEM bUT- have you ever seen him with THE cowboy hat in topline mv? 🥺 but it's about the beginnings you know, all the way from 3RACHA to stray kids, rock and country on the same album just like we have 'sorry, i love you' and 'thunderous' in noeasy or 'leave' and 'lalalala' (all produced by changbin) he deserves everything! and your talent and effort should be recognized as many times as necessary <33 (and deep down, i also love imagining changbin with a goat with a pink lacy bow on it head KABSEKDHEKJD

hyunjin - evermore - i stand by that so fucking much you have no idea . hyune has a huge impact on stage of course, tHE photos with the red hot chili peppers shirt also made me feel,, things. but he is so much more than that :( he is an hopeless romantic with such beautiful piece arts about love and feelings. he has also shown interest and lived answering philosophical questions in the bubble community (rip 🌷) *han also mentioned that he talked a lot about philosophers with hyunjin, right? i'm not sure now* his arts also have a lot of shades of brown, yellow, gray and black and personally, these colors are very fall colors and "omg i'm in tremendous melancholy" vibe aswell so = sad autumn = evermore. HE ALSO POSTED ABOUT BETTY FROM FOLKLORE AND THESE TWO ARE SISTERS🤓. i really want to someday be able to talk about the lore of 'no body no crime' for him, also talk about the sapphic vibe radiating from 'ivy' and he would love it so much, 'champagne problems' too!! and after that he can post a beautiful photo on insta with 'evermore' in the background ((yes i took the delulu pills today

[fangirltothefullest]

Yaaayyy!

Who would you say is your favorite character? Favorite ship? I’m definitely a multishipper, but I also come up with a lot of original stories, and I keep noticing that I tend to take characters who I took inspiration from Janus when making, and characters who I took inspiration from Logan when making, and I end up pairing them together. Every. Time. So maybe that’s my favorite? XD

My favorite character is definitely either Virgil or Logan, although I also LOVE Janus, and as much as Remus unsettles me, I also think he’s fun as fuck, especially in fanworks. Also I know people who say I’m a lot like Remus XD

Do you write fanfiction? I haven’t written any for this fandom (let alone posted it) but I might someday! What fanfictions would you recommend? Recently “Hand In Unloveable Hand” by Writing_by_the_fireplace absolutely captured my heart and ALL my braincells.

Hope you’re doing well!

-💟

Favourite character is Logan!

Davourire ship is logicality but I'm a multishipper and I'm cool with everything except remrom because I don't do incest ships and since they're canonical brothers I just don't feel comfy doing that. Power to people who are ok with it though, its all fiction and I won't judge its just not for me personally. X3

I do write fanfiction! They're on ao3 under the same username. I am particularly proud of A Primrose Promise because it's finished and Where the Lovestruck Bleeds.

Highly recommend these authors, all on ao3 and tumblr too but sometimes i forget their tumblr usernames:

Literally every fanfic from TheAsexualofSpades I'd so fucking good. They take up most of the space in my bookmarks. One of my favourite authors and they have SO MANY WORKS its insane.

Jinx72 has some PHENIMENAL works. I wish The Effects of Shame was finished.

@delimeful has a lot of really good fics!

Small Problems by Canadiantardis

@ironwoman359 has some very good fics

Of Coffee and Princes by Willowanderer

@teacupfulofstarshine has some amazing fics on ao3 under teacupfulofbrains. I am ESPECIALLY in love with their pattonella au, Lovely dark and deep, and living in the real world ain't it fun.

@residentanchor has good fucking fics- particularly the Practicality series, and The Seeds We Sow

The titular Superhero au Powerless by Patentpending

Minerva et Mendacius et Veritas by BrainlessGenius

NikaylaSarae has some good ones. I like Wanted, and also, I Miss The King

The Fall of King Romulus, and other works by Sidespart

Clouds and Moss by Izzyfandoms

Acantha-Echo has really good fics, including Look into Your Eyes, and the Sky's the Limit, but many more.

Coconutcluster has some very good fics

don't paint wonderful lies on me (that wash away) by codevassie

All Bitter and Clean by thunderbottle

Lose Control by ShamelesslyLimited

Monsters of the Subconscious by Quarantinevibes

There's more but these are some!

[zimthandmade]

I’m a little late but…Happy birthday to our boi Mello! Was yesterday lol SO…Question. 

Does M&M (Matt&Mello) feel jealousy of each other? I mean, Matt did say in canon that he finds Misa hot and Mello did have a toxic obsession on getting the upper hand with Near every time he layed eyes on him (don’t know if this aspect of their relationship is in your headcanon’s but I saw they had fights when they’re kids in one of your posts sooo idk). Sorry if I misspelled something here, just minor curiosity, english isn’t my first language but I love the way u draw the Wammy’s kids and ur headcanons!

The short version is: Oh yeah, Mello is jealous on main. As friend AND lover. Matt is a lot more chill about it.

Here’s some scenarios I can see play out in both 2.0 and 2.1, if you feel like reading:

2.0

Neither at Wammy’s nor in L.A., they both don’t have many friends for different reasons. Matt is a loudmouth, Mello has attitudes. Let’s just say they’re both pretty unpleasant to have around most of the time if you’re not in on their humour. At Wammy’s, Matt one time bonds with some kids over video games or something and Mello instantly tries to intervene, being afraid they’re stealing his only friend. Mello keeps interrupting, trying to steal the show, talks down on everything Matt seems to have a shared passion with the other kid and he’s being such a nasty wanker until Matt’s had enough and fists start flying. “I CAN BE FRIENDS WITH OTHER PEOPLE TOO, YOU KNOW?! GIMME A BREAK!” “BUT I ONLY HAVE YOU!!” ”THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM, MELLO! YOU’D HAVE OTHER FRIENDS TOO IF YOU STOPPED BEING A PISSPOT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!” They avoid each other as much as possible the next days. Matt hangs around at his new friend group while Mello is just bitterly watching them from afar. Maybe he actually makes the efford to talk to other people out of desparation? Matt enjoys the new company for 2 days before he gets bored. The conversations are dull, nobody laughs at his brilliant jokes and they openly gossip about Mello. He hears rumors about him that he would rather not have heard and he starts to feel sorry for him. But he doesn't want to apologise either - Mello was clearly being a prick earlier. I don’t think Mello ever apologises, things just fall back in place someday. I can see them sitting in class - Matt with his new buddies at the front, Mello at the back, but within earshot. And Matt makes some insanely stupid comment, some joke NOBODY laughs about. He hears a chuckle behind him. Matt turns around, Mello grins at him, Matt grins back. And that's it.

Another time at Wammy’s, Mello gets an enormous bottle of the most balkan aftershave you can think of (what the fuck, Nikola, the boy is like 13 or something) for his birthday. Matt unknowingly mistakes the stuff for some really expensive shampoo or something and empties the whole thing on himself thinking “It burns like a buttcheek on a stick, that means: it works.”. It’s all croatian on the bottle, so he can’t read anything anyways. The shower can’t be used for over a week because of the stench. Ivanka (Mellos mom) is over for a visit a day after and comments on how Matt reminds her of Nikola and she gets overly sentimental and touchy with Matt. Nothing perverted happening but it’s just the whole vibe of this visit is OFF, everyone is so uncomfortable. Once Ivanka is gone, Mellos slams the door shut “You wanker, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?!” ”’scuse me??” Another fight breaks out, Mello punches first. ”-JUST BECAUSE YOU NEVER HAD A MOM DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN THROW YOURSELF AT MINE!!” ””THROW MYSELF AT—” WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU IMPLYING MELLO?!” Again, they don’t talk for a few days after that. But this time, Mello apologises. ”Hey man, I overreacted earlier-” “-greatly, yeah.” “Yeah. Sorry. I mean, nobody wants to smell like that voluntarily, am I right? Are we cool again?” ”Sure.”

2.1

I headcanon that Matt works in all kinds of different jobs, like, as a cashier at a GameStop, at Walmart, Starbucks, maybe even something like an IT guy or a software developer at small tech companies … just some stuff on the side while Mello is doing “the more important stuff” - they’re still working towards the whole “catch Kira”-mission after all. Mello sometimes stops by at wherever Matt works at the moment and sees him interacting with female coworkers or trying to unsuccessfully flirt with customers. Especially when Mello starts crushing on Matt, seeing this play out makes him feel like throwing up. It’s one of the tell tale signs for him to realise he feels more for Matt than friendship. I can see him downright interrogating Matt about who his regular contacts are, all under the pretense that they “mustn’t lose cover, can’t reveal their identity” and he pressures Matt into not getting too close to anyone.

I can see this play the other way around too though, when Matt is crushing on Mello. Mello showing up at Matts workplace, with a biker look, you know, cool ass leather jacket, helmet under one arm, whipping his hair back, looking SLEEK AS FUCK, only thing missing are the guitar riffs playing in the background as he enters the store. He asks the girl behind the counter if Matt is here and without taking her eyes off Mello shouts a “MAAAAATT-” “huh?!” “THERE’S SOMEONE HERE FOR YOU” Matt comes stumbling out from some backrooms and has the widest smile when he sees who’s here. And the girl watches them outside through a window talking, eyeing Mello respectfully. Matt comes back in and she goes “Matt, who was that??” “My roommate - why?” “OOHH Is he taken?” “Uhm, I don’t think so…?” “Nice. Can you, like, invite me over sometime??” “What, why??” “That guy is HOT.” And Matt feels the jealously well up and his mind starts racing, picturing Mello with this girl in various situations and him being the miserable third wheel. The girl notices Matts reserved reaction and goes “OH WAIT, NO- YOUR “ROOMMATE”?? Are you two…?” “NO NO It’s not like that! We’re just- just friends…”

And yeah the thing with Misa haha Notice how they start with Matt following Misa and after hearing his comments about how Matt thinks she’s cute, Mello is promptly taking the job on listening in to her? And Mello refusing to switch despite Matt asking for it? He is 100% mocking Mello with the whole “your job would be better since you can listen to a cute girl”. He knows Mello is jealous and tries to mess with him a little. At least that’s my interpretation wearing heavily mellodramattically tainted glasses.

[chang-bunnie-bini-bop]

hiraeth • seo changbin [part three]

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✰ pairing - roommate!changbin x fem!reader

✰ warnings - some swearing, reader is harassed non-consensually but it's all okay in the end :c

✰ word count - 2.9k

✰ notes - lol i don't know how to feel about this one it's literally crap. also the picture yes they are fucking hot

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do @caticorn61

✰ sypnosis: after setting some boundaries with changbin, somehow you coincidentally find out his secret.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

masterlist | requests open!

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You knew it was probably wrong to follow your roommate through college, but when you find out he’s been hiding things from you, what choice did you have?

Changbin turned the corner, talking to Jisung and completely unaware of your current situation. 

He was stopped by Chan, and the three headed off somewhere. 

You decided that it was enough, and you wandered off towards your classroom. 

The confusions only increased as Changbin disappeared off for random parts of the day, whether it was early morning, during the day, or late at night. 

Worried would be an understatement. You didn’t know whether he was okay or not, and the apartment felt emptier than ever. 

Does he not want to be around me? 

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“Go outside. Don’t just sit around in here.” The mom barged into the room, scaring the living hell out of the poor girl, who was clearly deathly scared of loud noises. 

“What? What are you hiding to make such a big reaction to me coming in? Keep the door open. And you better study something. Or else.” The older woman threatened, walking out the door and leaving the girl to bask in her thoughts. 

“I SAID, GET OUT!” The mother screeched at the girl, who got up from the desk and ran to the front door. 

She wandered the streets for a little while, not wanting to talk to people, much less make friends. 

Going home for another half an hour wasn’t an option. 

The girl knew that someday she would regret not making friends.

People always told her that it was difficult at first. 

To her, it seemed impossible. She would end up alone. All alone. 

She bit back tears as she remembered her old friends, and how they had ditched her once she had finally opened up to them. 

They had blocked her, and she felt more alone than ever. 

No one. No one to open up to, to explain the bitter truth of her problems. Nobody to trust, to believe in. 

Maybe, she was destined to be this way. 

Alone. 

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You stopped by the grocery store on the way back to the dorms from the library. 

Wandering around through the isles, you selected many necessities, including food and medicine. 

You stopped in front of a specific item; Changbin’s favorite cookie snack. 

You immediately grabbed multiple packets, witt how much he was working, he clearly needed his energy, which was also sugar.  

You almost giggled at the thought of him having a sugar rush last time, running around the apartment with you chasing him down. 

It was almost…fun. 

You knew that Seo Changbin was a major health freak, and that he would never have too much sugar, but there were sometimes where he really needed it. 

Grabbing a few more of Changbin’s favorite snacks and making your way to the checkout counter, pulling out your wallet to pay for the items. 

“Need me to pay for them, pretty?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You froze in your position, turning slightly in fear. 

A group of three men, all smoking and clearly drunk, laughed at your state of fright. 

“U-Um…sir…i’m a minor.” You informed him, glancing at the cashier for help. 

However, he just smirked at you instead. 

“How old ‘re you?” The drunk guy slurred, stumbling towards you, prompting you to take a couple steps back. 

“I’m 17.” You whimpered. “That’s plenty.” The guy grunted, limping towards you. 

You immediately turned and ran without a second thought, hiding behind a column of wall that was inaccessible to the public. 

You didn’t care about how much trouble you would get into later. 

Terrified, you pull your phone out of your hoodie pocket. 

Immediately calling Changbin, you gasp as you hear a container getting knocked over in the next isle. 

Praying that he would pick up, you sank to the floor to hide more effectively. 

Your call was immediately sent to voice mail. 

You called Jisung and Chan; neither of them responded either. 

Finally, you called Mina, who picked up immediately. 

Frantically, you explained the situation to her, and she told you to hang on; she was one her way. 

Five minutes passed, and a hand grabbed your shoulder. Alarmed, you almost scream before breaking into sobs as your friend cradled you. 

Safe. You were safe. 

You both walked out of the grocery store after paying for your things. 

The creepy guys didn’t even dare to come near you now that you weren’t alone. 

“Thank you. Oh my goodness, you saved me.” You gasped, gripping your friend’s shoulders. 

“Oh come on. It’s what friends do. Also those guys were super creepy. What happened to your super buff roommate? Changbin? Why didn’t he come?” Mina asked, continuing to hold you closer to give you a sense of security. 

“H-He didn’t pick up. Even when he knows I never call except when it’s an emergency.” You grunt. You were gonna give him a piece of your mind once you reach the dorm. 

If he even was there.  

“Ooof. Girl, get your man in order.” Mina giggled at the wild blush coating your face. 

“He is not my man!” You scoff, slapping her shoulder while continuing to walk towards the familiar college building. 

“I mean, he’a pretty cute. And he’s your type.” Mina teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you and cackling as you shriek in disbelief. 

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You entered your dorm after punching in the key code, walking straight to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was for a certain black-haired man to be sitting on the couch. 

You immediately walk in front of him, ready to go off on him for not answering your calls. 

Normally, this would be a pretty crappy thing to get upset over, considering it was just one phone call. 

But Changbin knew that you never called unless it was an emergency, and you had established that pretty early on in your friendship. 

“What excuse do you have for yourself?! I even called you during free period! Why didn’t you pick up?” You shouted. 

“Y-Y/N i’m seriously sorry, I had something going on at the time, so I switched off my phone. What happened?” Changbin replied, looking up at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him. 

Clearly he was feeling remorse for his actions. You decided to go easy on him. 

“This guy at the grocery store tried to harass me, I called Mina though, so i’m okay.” 

Changbin gasped quietly, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes in guilt. 

“Y/N…i’m so sorry. Please forgive me…” He quietly asked, grabbing your hands and placing them on his head in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. 

“It’s okay, Binnie. Just…don’t ignore them again, kay?” You tried to calm him down, and he yanked you down onto the couch next to him and snuggled up to you. 

Your chest warmed up at the affectionate act, and you played with his bangs while he slept. Wow, clearly he was exhausted. 

You realize that he was wearing pretty heavy makeup, something he didn’t do normally. 

He looked very pretty, though. You dragged him to your room, removing all of his makeup and fixing his hair. 

You change into your pajamas in your closet, doing your skincare before you both went to bed, in his room, or course. 

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“Girl! I got tickets for us both to go to the 3RACHA concert!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down in utter excitement. 

“What’s 3RACHA?” You ask, not really insterested. 

“They’re this new band! They’re anonymous, though. You only know them by their stage names. CB97, J.one, and SPEARB.” Mina rambled to you, handing you a ticket. 

“I guess I’ll have to research them.” You reply, staring at the silhouettes in the picture and getting the fleeting impression of familiarity. Like you’ve seen them before. 

Later that night, you researched the group and listened to some of their music. 

They only had one album, so you made sure to listen to all the songs. 

The concert was tomorrow, and you could see why Mina was so excited. 

They were seriously talented, but you couldn’t shake the feeling as if you had heard their voices somewhere. 

You decided to ask Changbin about it, he was majoring in music, so maybe he would know about them. 

“CHANGBIN-AH!” You called, pulling up the album image and staring at the black silhouettes again. 

True to your word, your roommate walked into the room, staring at his phone. 

“Do you know these guys?” You ask, gesturing to the image on your computer screen. 

For some reason, Changbin visibly panicked, stuttering and stumbling over his sentences and fiddling with his hands. 

“N-No. I don’t think I’ve seen t-them before…” He trailed off. 

“Oh, okay! I’ll ask Hannie. Maybe he’d know.”

“NO! I mean n-no. He’s probably super busy. he has an exam, you know?” Binnie giggled nervously at the end. 

“Oh…well i’ll ask him later, then.” You shut your laptop. 

“Their music actually sounds super good! I like all the songs produced by SPEARB, though. They’re exactly my style. You should listen!” You ramble. 

“Really?!” He started, immediately changing the topic when you gave him a confused expression. “Um, so what’s for dinner?”

Needless to say, you knew Changbin was hiding something. Maybe he knew who they were and promised not to tell or something. 

That would make sense. Maybe. 

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You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dress suited you, but you still felt awkward in it. 

It had been years since you had worn a dress, and you regretted it. 

“Y/N! I’m heading out, oka-woah…” Binnie stood at the doorway of your bedroom, staring at you in awe. 

He set his phone down and walked closer to you. 

“This is the first time you’ve worn a dress?” He smoothed out a crease near your waist.

“Mhm…I was just about to change, though. I feel awkward.” You blurt, turning towards the closet. 

A single hand on your waist stopped you. 

Slowly, you turned around and looked Binnie in his eyes. 

“It suits you. Please wear it.” He whispered softly, turning you around and fastening the zipper on the back. 

He grabbed a hairbrush from you drawer. turned so that both of you were facing the mirror. 

“You look so pretty, yeah? How come you don’t wear dresses more often?” He breathed out, brushing your hair neatly and tying it into a cute updo. 

“My mom…how do you know how to tie hair?” You grinned as he flushed pink. 

“Y/N…don’t tease me. You know I have a sister!” He whined, albeit still giggling. 

“Well, I guess we both have somewhere to go, huh?” You smile, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.  

“Mhm…stay safe, okay? No touching, not when you look this pretty.” Binnie winked, and you could feel blood rushing up to your cheeks. 

Then you understood what he was implying. “AGH! I’m not going to the bar, idiot! I’m a minor, remember?!” You slap him playfully, squeezing his bicep once and poking his side aggressively. 

He squawked loudly at the ticklish sensation, batting your hand away. Both of you ended up laughing your hearts out. 

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Needless to say, somehow both of you were heading in the same direction, and Changbin offered to drop you off. 

You gave him the directions, and you noticed how he started to get more panicky the closer you got to the the concert. 

His face paled drastically when you both arrived at the stadium, and his eyes widened. 

“You don’t…by chance have a concert here, do you?” He whispered, sinking in his seat when you nodded your head. 

“Binnie? Are you okay?” You ask. 

“Yup. Completely fine. You know what? I gotta go. See ya!” He dropped you off and drove away, leaving you majorly confused. 

You entered the stadium and found Mina in no time. 

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Changbin drove around a few times before parking at the same spot again, entering through the back door and meeting up with Chan and Jisung. 

Heading backstage, he explained the situation to the other two, panicking and gasping out. 

“Hey, hey. Changbin. It’s okay. I know she’ll know by today, but what is she gonna do? Either way she’ll figure out because of the internet, at least she’ll know in person , yeah?” Chan tried to calm the younger man down. 

“Hey, we’re in this together, okay? I didn’t tell her either, and i’m her bestie. I’m probably more screwed than you are! Now, let’s not let these nerves affect our performance, okay?” Jisung rubbed a hand along Binnie’s back, soothing the boy as he drank a glass of water. 

“Aaaagh. Of course she shows up at the one concert we reveal our faces.” Changbin groaned, turning in his chair to let the makeup artist continue his work. 

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”Oh my god. I bet they’re really fucking hot.” Mina rambled, clearly ecstatic at the aspect of finally getting to see the artists’ faces. 

“Eh, it wouldn’t matter. They’re talented, and that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, turning towards the stage when the lights dimmed. 

You heard CB97’s voice echo throughout the huge stadium. 

“Lovely evening we have here today, yeah?” He walked out, removing his face mask. 

You audibly gasp. Chan. What the hell? 

“Woah. He’s smoking hot.” Mina giggled. 

“He’s my roommate’s best friend, what the fuck?” You breathe out, shock overtaking your entire body. 

Suddenly, all the pieces started fitting together. Wait. That means…

Jisung ran onto stage, the entire corwd erupting into excited cheer and chaos, and your jaw dropped. 

Finally, the two coaxed a very giggly Changbin from the stage lift, and you and Mina both froze. 

They started talking, but everything sounded like a blur. This is what he’d been hiding. 

“Girlie, isn’t that your…roommate?” Mina gasped, and you nodded your head frantically. 

Changbin’s eyes landed on you, directly in the middle of the crowd. 

He flushed pink and waved at you, grinning cutely and winking softly.  

‘What the fuck?’ You mouthed at him, bursting into disbelief filled laughter. 

He giggled and pursing his lips. 

They started performing, and though all three of them shined on stage, your eyes stayed on one person. 

He looked so…happy. He was so different from your shy roommate. 

He was so confident, flexing his muscles and biceps and causing your mind to turn to mush. 

Mina was right. They were really fucking hot. 

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After the concert, you walked backstage, accompanied by Chan, who had secretly come to pick you up while Changbin and Jisung tapped freestyle on stage for the crowd’s entertainment. 

The stage curtain closed, and Changbin and Jisung ran into the backstage room, both running and squealing in adrenaline rush, before engulfing you in a huge hug. 

“Sooo?” Jisung started. “How was it? Youre the roommate of the super hot and famous Seo Changbin.” Changbin giggled at the end, slapping Hanji playfully. 

“Oh, stop it.” He turned to you, pursing his lips again and grinning softly. 

“How was it? Did I do okay?” He asked, clasping your hands in his, excitement flashing through his eyes. 

You were lost for words. “Wow-Changbin! This is absolutely insane! You did so well.” You ended off with squishing his cheek. 

“So pretty, so amazing. Your rapping is actually next-level.” You blurted, grabbing his face with both hands as he blushed a deep red. 

“Really?” He whispered, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you could stop yourself. 

His eyes sparkled in happiness. You made sure to memorize every detail, to keep in your mind. 

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Chan and Jisung’s knowing smirks passing over both of your heads. 

Once the other two had left to attend to Mina, Changbin immediately picked you up by the waist and spun you around, eliciting happy giggles from both of you. 

“You need to wear dresses more, seriously so pretty…” He murmured, resting his head against your collarbone. 

“I’ll get more, I don’t know which ones look good on me, though…” You sounded uncertain, sentence trailing off before Binnie interrupted. 

“I’ll come with you. Seriously need to spoil you every once in a while.” 

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