#I had Plans for writing tonight but I think I'm gonna throw all that shit in the garbage

[stonekeyy]

first tumblr post I saw today was that textpost about cu/no and I have IMMEDIATELY been flung into rabid hyperfixation mode about the boy

[sphireath-wisp]

#To Live, Not Survive.

Sypnosis: I think finding reasons to live in others is one of the most intimate and beautiful things ever. Like, "yes, I want to live one more day, to wake up in the morning and drag my tired feet across roads to see you - because what would I do without you?" So, I wanted to write that out!

Warnings: Not Proofread, some quotes I made myself (so they might be a little cringy?), messy interchanging grammar, all characters in Sae's section are aged up including Sae himself, cursing, Sae and reader are the biggest situationship ever, Sae's section gets lowkey suggestive at the end(?)

Note: Finding a reason to live in others does not mean fully using others and relying on them as your only reason to live - that is unhealthy and there should be a balance of self-sufficiency and independence in everyone.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser

"It's not every day I let someone waltz into my life and hang around me, so be honored. I don't let just anyone poke their nose into my business, so feel special. You pried your way into my heart and I chose you because I like you, so I'm gonna make you feel special and you have no say in it." - Sphireath-wisp

"You're home early." You throw off your shoes before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Kaiser lets you out of his embrace with a low chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continue, "I was supposed to make dinner tonight. If I had known you'd reach home early, I would've started preparing already."

You frown. "You might have to wait a little longer for dinner tonight then. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"

"It's fine," Kaiser brushes it off with a mischievous grin - you can already tell he has something planned. His hands clasp yours in his, a gentle tug towards the dining table without much explanation. You follow him in the dim lighting, eyes sparkling at the candlelit dinner on the table. The scented candles fill the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and cast a warm glow on the plates of food, all of which range from your home country's traditional dishes to your own personal favorites - there's even German food.

Pleasantly surprised, you question, "Woah, what's the special occasion?"

"Nothing much. Just felt like celebrating us, Meine Liebe." He hums, voice smooth as honey. He pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to sit first. The ends of your lips curve up - he was always such a gentleman with you. Getting comfortable in your seat, your eyes travel to the food again, euphoria swirling in you when you're reminded that he did this for you and only you.

By the time you look up, he's seated across from you. "This is amazing, babe." You comment and pull your plate closer to you. Kaiser begins dinner with you, placing a cut of schnitzel on your plate first before serving himself. "Go ahead, start eating," Kaiser grins from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating a favorable reaction from you.

"...Hey, it's pretty good! I didn't know you could cook."

"Germans tie a lot of importance to family and the community. I learned a few recipes from my family when I was younger." He took a bite out of his food.

"So this is why you had that shit-eating grin when I came home? Because you wanted to surprise me?" You gaze at him, the corner of your eyes crinkling when you can't help but smile. A little playful banter always made dinner fun. "I wonder which 'top 10 things to do for someone special' website you searched for."

Kaiser gasps, nudging you from under the table and earning an amused laugh from you. The latter rolled his eyes. "You know," Kaiser starts, "you're more than just someone special, der Liebling." Pink is dusted on your cheeks when you hear him speak. "Really? Is that so?"

"Do you not believe you're more than just special to me?" He scoffs. "I don't let just anyone become my significant other, so be honored." Kaiser points his fork at you. "I did all of this because you're special to me, so feel special, Meine Liebe."

And he wasn't saying this just to be romantic. No, he set up this dinner with you in mind. He researched and followed recipes to a tee because he wanted you to like them. He bought candles and put his whole heart and soul into them so you would feel special - because you are.

You're really something, you know that?

He didn't mind pampering you and spoiling you to no end. He's found purpose in reminding you that this relationship is worth investing into, worth all of the time and fights, worth all of the misunderstandings. He's found joy in helping you, in letting you rely on him when you need assistance in anything honestly. Maybe he was just power-hungry. Having you lean on him meant that he was in control, but Kaiser is genuinely fond of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable around him. Plus, it's cute and he can tease you all night about it.

"I do feel special." You say with hearts in your eyes, "But still, why the grand gesture?"

Kaiser leans in, warm gaze meeting yours. "I chose to do this because I love you and I'm gonna make you feel treasured - no matter what." You pause, blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love that about me, don't you?"

Rin Itoshi

"I haven't shown you the extent of my passion. I need you to see me win because that's what I promised you - a future where you feel safe with me, where I can experience both your sorrows and joy, a future where I can walk next to you and recite to the world how lucky I am to have you. Please, let me prove this to you." - Sphireath-wisp

"You know Rin," You began suddenly, staring blankly at him. " I would marry you if you asked me to." The striker almost drops his pen at your words, his heart almost stops in his chest but continues to drum against his ribs. He glances at you from across the table, resting his cheek on his hand and effectively covering the lower half of his face - just in case he was blushing.

"Hah? Don't declare something like that as a joke." or so he chides. You have to be joking. He's positive you're joking because that's the only way he can play this situation off without it etching into his memory and replaying it in his mind. It'll haunt him for who knows how long and his heart will explode. Be a little more merciful with him, won't you? You don't know how strong of an effect you actually have on him.

"I'm not!" The words the irrational, illogical part of him was elated to hear aloud. You only reaffirm yourself even more when he doubts you, a pout on your face. "I'm being serious, Rin. I thought about it and everything."

"For how long? Ever since you sat down and stared at me (something he pretended that he wasn't distracted by) doing my homework 5 minutes ago?" You watch his eyebrows furrow and gaze harden. "(Name)... don't go deciding who you'll marry so early on."

"I only needed 5 minutes," You proudly announce, legs swinging back and forth under the table. "Doesn't that tell you that I needed little time to consider because I was so sure you're the one I wanna marry, my future husband?" Rin's head swerves elsewhere and you lightly kick him in the shin, under the assumption that he was so dumbfounded by your reasoning that he refuses to even look in your direction.

And you were right - half-right. He was dumbfounded, bewildered, stunned to the point that his composure had been rudely thrown out of the window. The deep breath he took - which you presumed to be an exasperated sigh - didn't help calm the intense pounding in his chest, he could still hear it loud and clear in his ears. He scowled, a heat he was forced to get accustomed to pooling in the apple of his cheeks and taking a physical form as hues of deep red on the tip of his ears. He can't risk facing you in this state.

In normal circumstances, he would label you as an idiot like he usually does, though he never actually means harm. He'd sigh at you and give you this 'seriously?' stare that told you he isn't on the same boat as you, so it won't matter to him if you're sinking. Now, you're the one spouting out poetic lines and you know exactly what you're doing to him - he's positive. Terrible, really, you truly have no consideration for his poor heart.

"What exactly were you daydreaming of during those 5 minutes? What was so convincing that it made you want to marry me, huh?" Rin presses on further.

"I love you. You stood up for me and defended me so many times. You reminded me and constantly drilled into my head that I shouldn't settle for less." and... silence, an uncomfortable one at that.

"That's it?" Rin's face scrunches up as if he was expecting more than just that. "That's all it takes?" He was no good with words, so it came out more harsh than planned. "Come on, there has to be more than that."

You stopped taking the conversation lightheartedly with the sudden change. Your gut churns uncomfortably in you. Your smile fades. "...Am I forgetting something?" Was he expecting you to list out everything he did? Did he think you forgot?

"No, it's just-" Rin curses himself. Pressing his thumb and middle finger on the temple of his head, he rubs his temples in circles and hurriedly slaps words together that he hoped would get his message across. "You can't marry someone for just... that. I won't let you."

You fidget with your hands on the table and he notices your discomfort - he hates this feeling of guilt that stabs his gut, he had forgotten how easy it is for his mouth to run. Stacking his hand on yours, he envelops your hand with the warmth of his - you accept despite everything.

"I'm... not that good at communicating. I still need time." Rin admits something he knew he needed to face if he wanted to be worthy of becoming your husband. He won't allow himself to take up the title of your future husband just yet. "There are still things I want to do to prove I'll always be there for you."

He has always been fighting to prove himself. In soccer, it's to beat Sae. Now, it's embedded in his daily life - whether it's planning dates or learning about you and himself - to prove himself to you that he's worth it. He finds purpose in improving himself and his attitude outside of soccer - to finally convince himself and you that he deserves you. "Don't go calling me your future husband. I'll get complacent before I can show you how far I'll go for you."

Your tense shoulders drop. Lovestruck eyes stare back at him as a relieved sigh escapes you. "Rin..." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that makes him remember just why your voice was his favorite sound, "I love you."

He rubs your knuckles as a silent 'I love you'/apology for the misunderstanding - he'll have to hurry up and learn how to phrase his words better in the future to avoid mishaps like this.

Sae Itoshi

"Humans were so desperate to understand each other that we created languages - both verbal and non-verbal. Isn't that the same for us? For a long time, we didn't know what to say or how to tell each other things so tender, to be vulnerable around each other, but we still wanted to know each other. You squeezed my hand, I squeezed yours - and I telepathically knew." - Sphireath-wisp

Sae can't help but let out a sigh, exhausted from the match that his team won. The tension he held in his body during the match released with the relieving announcement that he won, that all of his efforts didn't go down the drain, and left behind his worn-out body.

He wasn't fond of the idea of joining his teammates for an after-match celebration at the indoor barbecue grill just down the street. Sae was more than aware it would eventually end with them drinking the night away. He burned up enough energy during the fan meet-and-greet - the last thing he wanted was another few hours of putting up with his teammates' antics.

However, he couldn't, not with you in the equation. Oliver butted in during Sae's private phone call with you. Despite all of his objections and retorts directed toward Oliver, him and that smooth voice of his coaxed you into tagging along. Now that you were dragged along with them, he had to keep you close. He's not letting you hang around alone with them, he can't stomach the thought of them bringing you home.

It was a joyous occasion - or at least it was supposed to be. You could notice the glares Sae was shooting Oliver every time he poured another drink for you, the way Sae insisted he should sit between you and Shidou so you could sit at the very end of the seats. Everyone raised their glasses and you followed suit, but Sae always reminded you: "Don't force yourself to if you don't want to. Don't drink too much."

Sae lowers his glass after the collective "cheers", chugging it down with ease. Silently, he chews on his food, eyes occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. One sign of his discomfort and he's out of there with you - perhaps he was hoping the both of you could get out there as soon as possible.

He'll put you first this time - something he rarely does for anyone else because he's at his very core, egocentric. If you're enjoying this, he supposes it's okay.

"Hey Sae," You pour him a drink as everyone else is absorbed in their own conversations, the alcohol adding a slight flush to your face and the tips of your ears, "are you happy?"

He takes a moment to process your question, the alcohol having its own effect on him. "...yeah, why? Are you not?"

"I am, very actually. I'm happy you won. You worked hard for it and you deserved it," you add - being tipsy does certainly make it easier to express yourself to the midfielder as it causes you to begin rambling a little, "You just seem a little... upset?"

Things between you and him go quiet and you glance away. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything-"

"Yeah, I am. I want to go home." Sae speaks bluntly - he's always like this, but it seemed much harder with you. It was as if he had to be careful when it came to you, scrutinize and pick every word to make sure the message he wanted to get across wasn't distorted.

"You can always go, you know? I'm sure your team would understand," You say between bites. He's painfully reminded that you aren't his, that as much as he wants to tell you that he wants to go home with you - he just can't cross that line between friendship and something even bigger. Sae takes calculated risks, but his feelings aren't numbers, he can't decipher this.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours and your skin feels like it was on fire against his touch. Goosebumps made their mark across your body and he notices when you shiver. Under the table, you cautiously reach out for his wrist.

"Sorry, can I?" You mumble, looking elsewhere. You can't bear to meet his gaze right now, it'll melt you. Sae's hands reply by enveloping yours, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand tighter and it feels electric. You can feel every callous, his fingertips hovering over your skin. You look at Sae, making eye contact with him.

He's focused on you, hooked onto the way your hand was practically made for him. It fit so perfectly in his. He couldn't get enough. You started this, so you better finish this was the look Sae gave you, grip hardening when you reached out for your cup.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You watch his gaze soften, melting like honey. He's grateful you can understand him so effortlessly because he doesn't mind treating you better than any of his teammates could. He's sure to learn about you with time, he'll know you like the back of his hand. He lives for the way you already know what to say to him. He feels heard around you.

He's no good at anything else but soccer, so he's found a new passion burning in him to understand you - how you could sit there and look so pretty, eyes clouded and hazy, tips of your ears flushed a pretty red along with the skin of your neck and collarbone. You'll surely explain to him your secret to making him feel so warm inside by tonight, it'd be quite selfish of you to keep things like that to yourself because he wants payback.

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

Reo Mikage

"Not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, "Until when? until when?" and the people I love and that love confirms, "As long as you'd like."" - Schuylerpeck //tumblr

"Oh! Let's get-"

"Reo, sweetheart." You interject.

"But, I can-"

"No. You are not buying me anything else." Your hand wraps around his wrist, a borderline desperate tug on his arm, "I won't let you." You say firmly and the way your eyebrows furrow tells him that you aren't pleased at all.

"I'm sorry!" He blurts out before you can get any more upset at him, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders when he realizes he overdid it. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to spoil you. Your favorite bouquet of flowers was right at the display."

You let out a vexed sigh. "As much as I want to say 'it's okay' and let it slide, I'm not going to." Your hand reaches out to carry the shopping bags of items he had bought for you previously, not a single care in the world, and everything paid for with the swipe of his card.

"No, I insist," Reo holds the shopping bag in his other hand, preventing you from reaching it and earning a huff from you. "Baby, I really mean it when I can afford this. I'm sorry I made you upset, but you deserve this."

Reo slowly slips his hand into yours, relief washing over her in waves when you don't resist. "Baby?"

"Yes?" You answer - you always do, to his relief. You're terrible at being strict with him and even worse at being mad at him when he stares back at you, voice gentle and eager to do anything and everything for you. He was at your every beck and call, but you didn't want to abuse that privilege.

"Do you forgive me?" He wants to make sure, he needs to. He won't be able to put his mind to rest if he isn't 101% certain you aren't mad at him or else he might splurge again. If his kisses and charms didn't work, perhaps lady luck will be on his side and you'll spot something you want - then Reo can swoop you off your feet and satisfy that desire of yours.

You narrow your eyes.

"Is that a no?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Do you want to visit our favorite cafe? We can sit down there and rest for a bit. We have been walking for a while. Do your feet hurt? I can carry you! I'll call my chauffeur-"

You sigh, causing Reo to pause and frown.

He feels like he's going crazy in the silence and you feel your own heart clench at how disheartened he looks. You hug his arm to catch his attention.

"Listen, Reo," He stays silent, fully prepared to absorb your words and burn them into his memory, "I'm here because I want to hang out with you. I'm not here because I want a new pair of shoes or more perfume - because if that was the case, I would've just asked you for money. I'm here for you, we could go eat pizza instead of some high-end restaurant and I honestly wouldn't care because you're with me."

"I appreciate the gesture and how you insist you'll pay for all of my expenses," You quickly snatch a bag from his grasp when his guard is lowered, "but I'm not a child. I'm independent too. We have to learn to share our burdens and troubles together in this relationship, okay?"

"You're right," he admits without an ounce of shame and he's a fast learner. He's still a natural charmer, leaning in for a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're so right. I'm so lucky to have you."

He feels this indescribable joy, to the point where the smooth-talker himself can't put it into words. You're there for him and you always will be, it puts his heart at ease, and it helps him breathe easier. You're engraved into his daily routine and life, but gosh, he can't get enough of you and all the surprises that come along with you.

"Do you forgive me now?" He hums, a little more confident. The lingering voice in the back of his head that drives his mind to the worst possible scenario becomes a little more quiet.

"Of course I do," You press a soft kiss on his cheek.

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[echobx]

"It's almost as if Aphrodite herself sculpted you to taunt me with something I can never have."

hello??? why is this line actually so beautiful and so accurate rudy is so fineee

could you please write a fic or drabble based on this? like maybe they are best friends and he gets drunk at a party and ends up on her doorstep…or maybe she’s patching him up after he got in another fight? idk honestly it’s up to you but i think this is so cute and romantic like it needs a story!!

hope you’re having a wonderful day!!!

ahsjsjsk I'm so happy that you like it 😭😭💕💕 I'm just gonna be so bold and switch it from drunk!JJ to drunk!reader bc that is so much more like me and this is based on a dream I had so I'm gonna do a full on self insert right now for the first and only time ever.

Lowered Inhibitions - JJ Maybank × drunk!fem!reader

summary: y/n gets excessively drunk and forgets that she wanted to keep her crush on JJ hidden from the whole world, especially from him.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: drinking, swearing, self-doubt, throwing up

   Was it a bad idea to try to drink the German exchange student under the table? Maybe. Did you try it anyway? Fuck yeah. 

   But that's how you found yourself completely wasted while he was still standing, albeit a bit more wobbly than before, or maybe it was just you that was wobbling around. 

   “Oop,” you yelp and giggle, stumbling through the crowd of people at the house. You couldn't even remember where you were, just that you needed to see him. The object of all your dreams and desires. JJ Maybank. 

   “Jayyy,” you slur his name, almost screaming, trying to overpower the loud music. “JJ!” 

   “All right. Can you sit down and shut up?” he asks, suddenly by your side, his arm around your waist to secure you in your stance. “Jesus Christ, you’really tryin’ to embarrass yourself tonight, aren't you, cupcake?” And if you had been less intoxicated you would've brushed off the harsh tone in his voice, you would've explained it away, but you couldn't. The alcohol had removed all and any kind of inhibitions that your brain usually held up for you. 

   “What the fuck’s that suppos’to mean?” you glare up at him, and he shakes his head, silently leading you towards the kitchen. 

   “You gotta drink water,” JJ says, taking a large bottle of water from the fridge and forcing you to drink it. 

   “JJ-” you try to speak, but before you can, you turn towards the sink and spit out half of the water you had just drunk. 

   “Fucking Christ, y/n! Do you wanna go to the ER and explain this shit to your parents? Was that the plan?” he snaps, audibly annoyed or more so disappointed and disgusted by your behavior. 

   “JJ, I have to tell you something,” you say while turning to look at him and the kitchen towel he's holding out to you. 

   “What is it?” 

   “Do you promise to not hate me if I tell you?” you give him a sweet look, and he nods, but something inside you, the last tiny bit of self-preservation, holds you back. 

   “Okay. I will tell you later,” you nod and take the bottle of water, making your way towards the dance floor. 

   JJ isn't pleased by how you act that night. You're his friend, and yet you act nothing like he knows you. All he knows is the shy girl that keeps to herself and only ever makes dirty jokes when no one but him is around. The girl that laughs at every joke he makes, even when he knows they are bad. The girl that looks at him like he's some kind of god, and not the son of a drunken deadbeat. The girl that had never had a boyfriend, because she was too preoccupied reading or talking herself down, than to actually notice all the great guys that had ever tried to get her attention. But JJ has never tried it, he knows he isn't worthy of her, knows he would just ruin her. 

   And when he watches her dance and laugh, he sees everything that she is scared to show the world, and he wishes it wouldn't take that much alcohol for her to show it. She seems free and happy and not at all scared. 

   But y/n doesn't even see him staring until he walks away again, back to the rest of his friends. You're not part of their group. You're not truly his friend. You're more of an acquaintance to him, surely. But he's so pretty, and you're in love with him. You know you shouldn't, everyone told you to stay away from him, but you couldn't. He had charmed his way to your heart ever since he had sat down next to you in French class. 

   So what if he doesn't like you? You can do anything, you're invincible and better yet, you won't remember it tomorrow. 

   It takes a few tries before you make it over to him sitting up on the porch railing, his friends by his side. You walk over to him in the straightest line you can manage, but at least you didn't trip or fall. 

   That's how you find yourself standing before him, your hand cradling his jaw, eyes piercing yours. And you could've admired his beauty for much longer; the blond, messy hair; the pointed nose that looked so cute on his angular face; the light dimples; the soft curve of his pink lips; and the softness and warmth of his skin. But JJ was confused by your actions. 

   “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyebrows pinched together, and you hatch a breath. You didn't mean to get caught like that, but letting go would make you feel worse. 

   “It's almost as if Aphrodite herself sculpted you to taunt me with something I can never have,” you say lowly, and your hand drops, falling down by your side as you turn and trod away. 

   You don't understand why you did it or what exactly you did, but you know it was bad. You know that you just embarrassed yourself in front of him and all of his friends. You know this moment will not be erased by the magic of the hangover you will experience the next morning. 

   “Hey, wait,” JJ calls after you, catching up and taking your wrist to stop you from walking off. 

   “I'm sorry. I should go home,” you utter, trying to free yourself from his firm grip. 

“Let me drive you, it's the least I can do,” he offers, and you search his face for a lie or any ill intent, but you can't find any, so you nod. 

   The drive is silent and cold with the loose shirt you are wearing while trying to hold onto him on the back of his bike. 

   “That's it, right?” he asks after stopping in front of your house. 

   “Yes. Thank you,” you say and get off, stumbling towards your front door, but you can't open it as JJ holds it close with his hand above your head. 

   “What you said, what did you mean by it?” he asks, and you gulped before turning around to face him. 

   “I don't know,” you lie, for the first time that night you can think a little clearer, maybe that is because of the wind that slapped you in your face on the drive. 

   “What did you wanna tell me earlier?” he pressures. 

   “Why do you want to know?” 

   “Because I want to. Do I need a reason?” JJ tilts his head to the side, he's smiling, and you don't know why. 

   “I like you, but I know you will never like me, so we shouldn't- I mean, I should stop wishing for things that will never come true because that's just how it is for people like me. The wallflowers and nerds and geeks and-” you don't get to finish your sentence because JJ presses a kiss to your lips. 

   “Never say shit like that again, you're literally a dream girl, even drunk,” he assures you while flattening the hair on your head. 

   “I won't remember this,” you sigh, and he smiles. 

   “Well, if you do, tell me. If not, please don't tell me no when I ask you out next time, and don't ask who else is coming with,” he chuckles and with a single step back he leaves you to slip inside and wish you will remember only the last part of this night.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[silencingspellsongs]

fuck it, caller time

aka i'm gonna ramble out ideas i've had of future audios i want from him and ppl can take them as writing prompts if they want or we can all work together to beam them psychically into erik's brain over the next 6 months

minors don't interact i get spicy in here oop 🔞 also tw dub-con content in here but if you're into the yandere caller character i feel like you can kind of expect that ‼️

i was originally planning on writing a fic with all these ideas in it but i don't have the time or the spoons for that and so instead of just rotating them in my mind forever and driving myself slowly insane i thought i would just throw them out into the ether because maybe they'll inspire someone else or make someone else insane too teehee 🤭

• sweetie gets home from a long day at work, they're exhausted. they don't have the energy to fuck with making dinner, maybe this is part of a pattern for them where they often neglect themself because they're too tired/it's easier to just go lay down and forget about responsibilities (is this me just working through my own mental health things? yes. yes it is.)

they're curled up on the couch and then there's a knock at the door or their doorbell rings. they get up and answer it and there's a pizza delivery Guy there who seems pretty unfazed by the confused look on their face. he's got an order for them, their usual order in fact, but they tell him they didn't order anything. he pulls out the receipt and double checks the address, tells them it was already paid for and everything. then he notices there's a note in the instructions on the receipt which he reads out to them. "it says 'for my sweetie, you had a long day, eat and get comfortable. i'll call you soon. xoxo"

oblivious to the way sweetie's entire body freezes up, Guy goes on to say something about how nice it is that they have such a caring partner, hands over their order and then leaves. sweetie's phone then starts to ring. they know better than to ignore it and when they answer, caller praises them. tells them to enjoy the food, talks to them about how it's a good thing he's here to take care of them. mentions how watching them neglect their own needs frustrates him but that's why he's here now.

i would imagine that this would maybe start out with that creep feeling of anxiety that his audios give but it does end up mellowing into something of a soothing stress relief type scenario. caller walking sweetie through some self care ideas: making sure they eat up, take a hot shower or a relaxing bubble bath afterwards, maybe they could even use a massage (here's where some spicy references would get thrown in, we all know this guy loses his mind thinking about touching sweetie 🥴) laid out on their bed, body still warm and damp from the water... smelling like their soap, his favorite smell now because it reminds him of them. his hands tracing over their back. firm but warm, digging into the knots in their shoulders. running over every inch of them... exploring, memorizing, claiming. he gets all breathy in that way of his but like always he backs it up. not yet, not tonight.

in the end they're left with the instructions of how to take care of themself the rest of the night and the promise that he's always here to make sure they do it. lots more creepy praise before the call ends.

• i need JEALOUSY. i need possessive, feral, pissed off jealous caller. i need that sort of shit that would make the people that complain about David's jealousy audio's heads explode. i need it to be mean and messy and ANGRY and growly and scary and i need it like oxygen in my lungs.

it could be someone from work, or maybe a neighbor in their apt complex, or maybe it's just some stranger at the grocery store. someone's caught sight of sweetie and is shooting their shot. i think for this scenario, the way i imagine it as an audio, sweetie would be on the phone with said person. some guy is talking them up over the phone, really laying it on thick but not super directly asking them out just yet. moreso laying the ground work for it but it's still pretty obvious he's looking to get into their pants but sweetie is... well sweetie's maybe a little oblivious or maybe they just don't have the self confidence to believe that this guy's actually into them. (we've gotten the idea from the other caller audios that sweetie definitely doesn't think highly of themself so that's where this characterization is coming from btw)

whatever the situation, the sound of another incoming call beeps over the phone (do cell phones even do that anymore? i don't ever call people so i don't know but it's fantasy ok we can just pretend ❤️) and sweetie knows what that "unknown caller" flashing on their screen means. they try to end the conversation with flirty guy but he doesn't take the hint, tries to keep them on the line. sweetie's too much of a pushover to just hang up on someone so they keep trying to walk this conversation to an end point and the call waiting beeping stops when they don't pick up.

big mistake.

and they know it's a big mistake when the call waiting beeping starts up again. and here's where some of the more strange caller audio things can start happening. we still don't know just what this guy is, stealth? demon? offshoot of echo? not sure exactly what kind of supernatural stuff is in his wheelhouse but dealer's choice on what starts to happen when he calls the second time. maybe the call with the flirty guy starts to break up, or hangs up all on its own. maybe sweetie starts to hear the thumps around their house again. whatever it is, it's obvious that the caller wants them to answer him.

sweetie finally picks up the call and oh boy. oh baby. ooooh it's not very nice. caller is furious. in the beginning it would seem that he's pissed at sweetie and they would react accordingly, being afraid of him as they still must be (even if by this point they started to mellow on him like he talks about wanting, how over time they would get used to him and not be so scared.) his tone is sharp and you can almost feel the anger radiating off him just through the sound of his voice when he tells sweetie to get on their bed. now.

caller is like barely holding it together but it quickly becomes obvious that his anger isn't directed at sweetie, he's ranting about the audacity of the other guy for thinking he could take them away from him. this could get many levels of unhinged, talking about hurting the other guy, talking about locking sweetie up away from anyone else who thinks they can have them, just basically all the most delicious yandere freak shit imaginable.

if my prayers were to come true, this scenario would be a spicy one. caller wanting to prove to sweetie that they belong to him. possessive, growly, jealous over-the-phone joi bonus audio. talks of marking them. claiming them. owning them. it's overwhelming but caller is never like explicitly pissed off at sweetie, mostly pissed they didn't just hang up on that other guy. caller is heavy on the praise as he watches them. yeah, this would probably be in the dub-con category given the relationship between caller and sweetie and i understand not everyone is down for that but also it's kind of baked into these two at the core and well ivan's whole thing was dub-con as hell and he got a bonus audio soooo don't like/don't interact and all that jazz.

anyways this ends with caller demanding sweetie to block that guy's number lol

• ok last one i have fleshed out is another kind of idk if nicer is the right word for it considering caller's whole thing but yeah ok it's like a nicer/softer one. something like the first scenario i had where it's moreso to help get sweetie comfortable with the caller, like he wants.

sweetie's asleep. having a nightmare. are we at all surprised if i say they're having a nightmare about the caller? not to keep harping back to ivan (i can't help it, i'm a yandere enjoyer and ivan scratched that itch so right, rip king i know you aren't dead but you're not possessed by a sadism demon anymore so it's basically the same thing 💔) but the vibes are similar to baby 2.0 having ivan nightmares. those sequences were always so good ugh i loved them.

anyways sweetie is having a Bad Time™, hell maybe the nightmare itself isn't centered around caller but maybe in the dream caller is acting as a savior to something else that's scaring them and that fact itself is a little terrifying to them. that's almost juicier, your tormentor becoming your salvation? mmmm

whatever the case, sweetie is pulled from the nightmare by a noise that wakes them up. big surprise, it's their phone ringing at god-only-knows o'clock in the still dark morning. and who else would it be but the person from their dream: their unknown caller.

he's... softer than normal. maybe his own voice has that sleep-gruff quality to it. he tells sweetie that they were thrashing around, must have been a nightmare. he didn't like seeing them distressed. he soothes them a bit, tells them to relax back into bed. maybe there's a glass of water on their bedside table that wasn't there when they first went to bed, ice still floating in it as if it was freshly placed before they woke up.

he talks for a while, letting the sound of his voice help them relax. at some point he asks what their nightmare was about. sweetie tries to deflect, or tries to lie about it hut his voice gets hard for a moment. reminds them of the rules. no lying. they relent and tell caller about it. if it was the dream where something else terrible was happening but caller saved them from it, he would be happy about that. he'd ask them why that made them upset. he's told them before, he'a here to make things better. he's going to fix things for them. sweetie's dream is proof of that, that they're starting to see him in that way.

this would definitely be a sleep aid type scenario. caller talking sweetie back to sleep. i can almost imagine it having that effect like in the first audio where the audio of the call itself has primarily been coming from one side, like if you were talking over the phone. at some point during this, sweetie has rolled over and the phone's pressed between their head and the pillow. their eyes are closed as they start to fall back asleep. then there's that sound of the breathing from the other side, not the huffing ragged breath designed for the creep factor in the first audio but a softer breathing. like sleeping next to a lover. and sweetie falls asleep.

haha ok anyways that was.... A Lot of typing 😅 like i said these are some scenario ideas i've had swimming around in my head over the last 6 months of relistening to the caller's first audio a frankly obscene and concerning amount of times. these ideas are open for anyone who wants to use them as inspiration or prompts, or for building off of in my DMs to make me short circuit lmao whatever tickles your fancy.

all i ask is that if these do inspire something in a fic writer out there that wants to write them, please please pleaaaase tag me so i can read it and go feral about it 🤪

also please other caller enjoyers talk to me this man is in my walls he's haunting me i need solidarity to survive the drought of however long it'll take for us to hear from him again 🥺🥺

[drgreysonmd]

(HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THE GREYSON FACE REVEAL TONIGHT🗣️⁉️)

(MOD💜TALK

Yo I was so excited I literally immediately started drawing him, and then hyperfixated all day and then did nothing but just sit in my feels. This is gonna be a long one about some blog stuff too, mates, so strap in!

@flamesque 's Mun LITERALLY had to hold my hand because I CRIED I was so nervous to see his face 😅🤣 it was the happiness of the game finally giving him all the attention I'd always wanted him to have, but the double edged sword of going

"Oh shit. Now everything I've grown so attracted to is officially wrong."

And so I had to sit here all day while I've painted and spoken to friends and fellow muns and just... had to really take a step back and think about how I was going to overhaul everything here too.

So the positive answer is- I'm SO EXCITED because I've already seen so many people talking about him and even my beloved @rose-tinted-kalopsia is planning on writing for him and maybe this means more fanworks for him! It's been very lonely in my little corner with just me screaming about how lovely he is and throwing out headcanon posts and snippets and art and

I get it. It can be hard to love a faceless man in a very visual game. No shade. I'm just happy and hopeful more people will engage in him as a character now!

I also think he's fucking ADORABLE. His glasses and his cute cheekbones and his grey blue eyes bc ofc he'd have grey eyes when his name is fucking Greyson (I swear to God everyone loves to hurt me with puns 🥴🤣) I'd love to see a little bit of a hairstyle change but I've already hit on that. Overall I love him. Very cute, 10/10, totally smashable. I'm getting Bedazzled Brendan Fraser vibes and I'm here for it.

On the less positive side- it's like saying goodbye to a very dear friend. This Grey, MY Grey has become somewhat of a very special blorbo to me. He ended up being like a half oc-half canon character and idek how it happened but it DID and here I lay very distraught and attached to him and it's a little heartbreaking to retire him, if that makes any sense.

It's been quiet here for a while partially due to personal stuff, but also partially due to my sensing the changing in the winds after the story update of No Morning. They've done a lot of lore building with him that while it doesn't give him any actual back story, it's changed or developed parts of his personality that really have diverged him from the Greyson we got snippets of early on. And I'm not mad about that mind you, he's still adorable and I will stand by him until my dying breath, but it's very clear that the Grey I've written, and the Grey they're writing now are diverging very quickly and I need to separate them rather than try and salvage a blend. It was bound to happen when the only thing we had to go on was as a side character in an anecdote, a side character in a single card, and a couple moments posts early on. 🤷‍♀️ (oh and that one Twitter interview).

I've contemplated making mine an OC (just another Dr at Akso) and keeping all the lore and backstory and stuff as his, and gutting this profile back to canon material ONLY, but once again that leaves it as very... well.... barren. I do believe there will be a lot more in store for him in the future, it's just gonna take a while (bc he's a side character so of course, it makes sense) so it might feel like I've kind of hurt or abandoned this place in the meantime, which is definitely not what I want either.

All in all there will obviously be some huge changes happening here, I'm just not entirely sure what they are yet and what that means for active threads too 😅 I have a lot of options so it's just down to figuring out which ones speak to me heart and Muse.

I realize this is probably all waaaaaaay more than you intended to ask so I'm sorry, but thanks for letting me gush all my feels out ahhhhhh♡)

[choke-me-joey]

since it hasn't been taken off the list yet.. can i request 28 with JQ? 🫣

(your writing is immaculate my horny ass can't wait to make its way thru the entire list)

I hope you like this bby 😘 I combined it with another prompt especially for you cos you're like, the best.

28. I want to watch you/I want you to watch me.

Bonus prompt:

26. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), reader is a teasing brat and Joe has had enough of her shit, masturbation, pussy shots (is that a thing?????), oral (f receiving), cum eating, idk it's just filthy okay???

Hoevember/Dickcember masterlist

This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.

You'd planned it so perfectly. You were going to get Joe so riled up that he'd have no choice but to take you home, throw you down on that new rug and fuck the ever loving shit out of you in the living room aka the only room left in the new house that you hadn't shagged in yet.

Your plan was foolproof; low cut dress, pushup bra, his favourite perfume that you wear, mixed with alcohol, subtle glides of your hands over his crotch under the table at the bar, pressing your body up against his, the grinding on the dance floor...it was textbook on how to turn Joe on. And you thought it had worked when he'd grabbed your waist on the dance floor and pulled you into him, growling in your ear to get your coat and say your goodbyes to everyone.

Which led to deep, open mouthed and panting kisses in the (private) back of a taxi back to your newly purchased home, Joe's hands trailing up and squeezing your bum as you unlocked the door and let him practically shove you through it, pinning you up against the wall in the hallway, hiking up your dress and grinding his jean covered cock against your flimsy underwear.

"Fuck me, Joe," you begged, trying to move your legs and tug him towards the living room.

"Upstairs," Joe grunted back against your mouth, and you pouted. "Up. Stairs."

Ooh, that tone.

You did as you were told, giggling as Joe swatted at your bum as you both sprinted up the stairs and into your bedroom.

"On the bed. Naked." Joe instructed you and you obeyed, pulling off your dress, shoes and underwear and lying in the centre of your, frankly ridiculously massive bed (a splurge for the new house). Joe slowly unbuttons his shirt, shucking it off. He then reaches for the button of his jeans. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch him, the obvious bulge in his jeans making your mouth water. "You wanna suck my cock?"

You nod, eagerly climbing towards him. "Ah, ah. Back where you were. Don't think you just got away with all that shit you were doing at the bar, baby. I know exactly what you were up to."

"I wasn't-"

"Yes, you were, you fucking brat." Joe growls, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. His black boxers do little to hide how hard he is now and your eyes flick to it again. "I was trying to speak to my friends, and all you wanted was for me to bring you home and fuck you. You're such a whore for my cock that you don't care about anything else."

"I'm sorry, Joey, just wanted you so bad," you pout again, giving him the face you know he can't refuse.

"Don't look at me like that. It's time for you to learn you can't always get what you want from me-" Joe pushes down his boxers and kicks them off, spitting into his hand before stroking his cock slowly. "Tonight I'm getting what I want. I want you to watch me."

"Joey, please!" You whine, desperate to touch him, to taste him.

"Don't make me cuff you." He warns. "You're gonna watch me, and don't you dare touch yourself. If you're good, maybe I'll eat that pretty pussy afterwards, okay?"

You nod, knowing he meant business. "Good girl. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful. Wanna show you what I do when you're not around to help me out."

"Please," you whisper, your thighs squeezing together. You'd always told Joe that you'd wished you were there to watch him jerk off whenever he would call you on FaceTime from his lonely hotel room, all hard, leaking and desperate to cum.

Joe groans as he strokes himself, slowly, twisting his wrist at the top like you do when you wank him. His thumb swipes at the precum gathered at his mushroom tip, using it to lube himself up. "Open your legs, baby."

You do so, allowing your legs to fall open so he can see your slick pussy practically shining in the dim light of your bedroom. His cock twitches noticeably in his hand. "Fuck, you always get so wet for me, love."

"Always, Joey," you nod, your hands twitching by your sides desperate to touch yourself or him, but you knew he'd follow through with his threat of cuffs.

"I know baby, cos you're my good little slut, aren't you?" Joe growls, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he fists his cock.

You nod again, whimpering as you squeeze your thighs together again to ease the ache. Joe frowns, clambering on to the bed and kneeling between your legs, forcing them open. He pouts his lips and allows a glob of spit to fall from his mouth onto your awaiting cunt, making you moan out his name. "Aw, poor little thing, you want my cock?" Joe teases, leaning forward and sliding his cock through your pussy lips, lubing his dick up with your arousal and his spit. He breathes out "fuck", all gravelly and raw and you shudder, hole clenching around nothing. "Too bad. I told you, you're not getting what you want."

He pulls away and starts to fist his cock faster, holding your legs open with his free hand, his eyes going from your dripping cunt to your face, and back down. "Hold your legs back for me."

You do as you're told, holding your legs up so he can really get a view of your pussy and ass. Joe groans loudly. He's getting close, his breath coming out in harsh pants and his hand working his cock at lightening speed. His hips even start to move of their own accord, fucking into his hand. "Shit, you're so fucking....hnng fuck, I'm gonna cum-!"

You moan with him as you feel his cum landing on your pussy, dripping down to your asshole. Joe swipes his cock through your folds again, mixing his cum with your slick.

You cry out as he suddenly drops down, and eats your pussy like a man starved, swiping his tongue through your collective messes and groaning loudly against you at the taste of both of you combined on his own tongue. You let go of your legs, your hand flying to his curls and giving them a harsh tug. In response he shoves two thick fingers into you, immediately curling them to stroke your g-spot.

When he looks up at you from between your legs, those beautiful brown eyes big and lust-blown, that gorgeous mouth ravaging your pussy and his thick, perfect fingers hitting you just right, it's game over. You cum, long and hard, your release soaking Joe's mouth and chin. You scream his name as your body shakes, thighs clamping down on either side of his head to keep him there. He doesn't stop, keeping the same pace and rhythm until you're squealing and pushing him away.

"Joey," you whine, your body trembling. He chuckles, gently removing his fingers from you. You grab his wrist and shove his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them off and revelling in your own taste, all the while keeping your eyes fixed on his. You release his fingers with a soft 'pop' and pull him into a kiss, moving his body on top of yours. "You know you owe me a shag on the rug, right?"

Joe laughs. "I was getting to that. Round 2?"

You angle your hips up and your pussy swallows the tip of his cock, hard and raring to go once more. He sighs blissfully and you shoot him a wicked grin, before expertly rolling the two of you so you were on top.

"Now, I want you to watch me."

[simping4villains]

I got a request for more Phinks content, so here y'all go! Hope you like it!

Warning: Sexual content

~~~~~

Our original plan had failed.

   As soon as we got to the special event island, we were stopped by one of the game's creators and beamed to one of the main cities. Shalnark decided that it would be best for us to find somewhere to rest tonight and regroup in the morning.

   "Come on," he said to us. "There's a place up the road where we can rent lodging for the night."

"So, now what?" I asked while we walked. "Can we still go through with the rest of the mission? We don't have the boat anymore."

He rubbed his chin as he thought. "I guess for now we'll just play the game until we can find another way off of the island."

"What he means," Phinks clarified, "Is that we'll steal whatever cards we need in order to get the treasure. That's what Fei and I did before."

"Right," Shal agreed as he pushed through the front door of one of the city's brick buildings.

The decor inside was very old and rustic-looking. I noticed that there were cobwebs wrapping around the chandelier that hung in the center of the room. There was a small cat-like man sitting in one of the lobby's plush chairs, reading a book. He smiled at us as we came in, hopping up to run behind the counter.

"Hello! What can I do for you folks?"

"We'd like to rent six rooms, please," Shalnark answered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I've only got three left."

"Should we go somewhere else?" Franklin asked Shal.

"No, no, we can just pair off—you and Kortopi, Phinks and y/n, and me and Feitan."

   I had a feeling that since I always paired up with Phinks and Feitan for missions, Shalnark would probably have me room with one of them. I guess I should have been relieved that it was Phinks he'd picked. I was still pretty sure that Feitan hated me.

   We grabbed our keys from the man behind the counter and climbed the stairs to our shared room. It was simple and rustic, just as the lobby had been. The only furniture we had was a beat-up writing desk, a nightstand with a dusty lamp, and a bed just big enough for two.

   "God, I'm fucking beat," Phinks said, throwing his bag down and flopping onto the mattress.

   "One bed," I said. "Guess we're sharing?"

   "It's either that or one of us sleeps on the floor, and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me."

   "Alright. I think I'm gonna run down the hall to the bathroom to change."

   "Yeah, I guess I should probably change too," He said, standing up and pulling his shirt off.

   My eyes nearly bulged out of my head with how shocked I was. This man clearly didn't care if I saw him half-naked. And honestly, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, his incredible strength came from his nen, but he still had the rippling muscles to match it. I hadn't meant to stare, but. . .

   "What, see something you like?" He smirked.

   Shit.

   "Fuck off," I snapped and left the room as quickly as possible.

   I could tell by the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing at being caught and I didn't want to give him a reason to keep teasing me. It wasn't even like I was really attracted to Phinks or anything, I was just caught off guard. That was what I kept telling myself as I regained my composure.

   When I came back to the room, he was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chest—which was still bare. He turned when I entered.

   "Jeez. Took ya long enough."

   I frowned. "You don't always have to be such an ass. I mean, would it kill you to relax for once?"

   "I'm trying, but I had to wait all night for you to put on your massive tshirt."

   I lifted the bottom of it to reveal my shorts. "These, too."

   He threw his arms up. "Christ, forgive me. Those must've taken forever on their own."

   "You're a real dick, you know that?"

   "Yeah, whatever. Get your ass in bed. I'm fucking tired."

   "Fine."

   I climbed under the covers with my back to him and he turned out the light. After an exhausting day, it didn't take long for us to fall asleep.

*****

   I was jolted awake by a sharp kick.

   I sat up, ready to defend against whatever intruder had attacked me, but it was only Phinks and I in the room, and he was still asleep.

   He must've moved a lot in his sleep because he was sprawled out over the majority of the bed, his elbow was digging into my back, and he had taken most of the blanket as well. I tried to take the blanket back, but the force shifted his body a bit and he ended up kicking me again.

   I yelped and kicked him back, giving him a massive shove to move him back onto his side of the bed. He woke up and was immediately pissed.

   "What the hell are you doing?"

   "You're taking up too much of the bed!"

   "Well, you don't need to get physical!"

   "You kicked me first!" I yelled, going to shove him again.

   He caught my wrists. "No I didn't!"

   "Yes you did!"

   "Well, I didn't mean to!"

   "Whatever," I said, breaking out of his grasp. "Give me the blanket!"

   I enhanced my aura as I went to yank the blanket back from him and ended up pulling him along with it. He caught himself with one arm on each side of my head. We both froze.

   I looked down at the way our bodies were now pressed together. My face suddenly felt hot again, but I couldn't run this time.

   Phinks chuckled. "Well, damn. If you wanted me so bad you could've just said so."

   "Shut up! This was an accident!"

   "Oh, really? Cause I don't see you shoving me away."

   "I could say the same for you," I pointed out.

   His cocky grin dropped. "Well—I just—that's because I. . . shut up."

   As if my comment made him fully realize the position we were in, he moved to get off of me. Without thinking, I reached out to stop him, wrapping a hand around his arm.

   He looked back at me. "What are you doing?"

   "I don't know," I answered.

   It was the truth. It was like my brain and body had stop communicating. I was moving without any control. I hadn't even had the idea to snake my hand up his chest and into his hair, but it happened anyway.

   "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, tugging lightly at his golden locks.

   His lashes fluttered ever so lightly at the sensation. "No," he breathed.

   I guided him into a kiss. Our mouths moved together, tentatively at first, but before long we both melted into it. He slid an arm beneath me and held me tighter so that my body arched against him. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the action. Phinks used the opportunity to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a moan from my throat.

   "Oh, you like that?" He teased.

   "Shut up."

   "You can admit it if i'm turning you on."

   I enhanced my aura and flipped us so that I was straddling him. Before he had a chance to recover, I dipped down and bit his neck.

   "Fuck," he hissed, tilting his head back to give me better access.

   I laughed against his skin. "I'll admit it when you do."

   "Well, don't hold your breath. There's nothing for me to admit."

   I sat back up to cock an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

   "Really."

   He was a fucking liar. I could feel how hard he was beneath me. If he was going to play hard-to-get then I'd just have to drag a confession out of him.

   "What's this, then?" I asked, rolling my hips against him.

   He sucked in a breath, trying to keep his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "This." I repeated the same action.

   He couldn't stop himself from groaning that time, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Alright, fine. You're turning me on. You're a fucking smokeshow. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

   I affectionately swiped my thumb over his cheek. "It was. Thank you."

   "Don't you have something to say to me?"

   "I said 'thank you.'"

   "You aren't going to tell me how bad you want it?"

   I shrugged. "Meh."

   "Oh, fuck off." He laughed. "You're such a brat."

   He grabbed my hips and started rolling them so that I moved back and forth on his length. With only a few thin layers of fabric between the two of us I could feel every inch—and god, he was right, I did fucking want it.

   He changed the angle of my hips, shifting all of the friction to my clit. My hands shot to his chest when I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body. I gave him a warning look, but he just flashed me a cocky smile in return.

   "What's wrong?" He slid one of his hands between us, stopping where I was most sensitive. "Is it this?"

   He started rubbing circles over my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. I didn't want to give Phinks anything else to feed his already inflated ego.

   He laughed again, shaking his head. "Aw, come on, you don't have to hold back for me. It's all yours as soon as you tell me how bad you want it."

   I didn't say anything—hell, I couldn't have opened my mouth without moaning.

   "Fine, if you're gonna be stubborn. . ." He pushed my shorts and panties aside to run his fingers through my folds. "Fuck, you're soaked."

   He found his way to my clit again, sending another shock of pleasure through me. I couldn't hold back my moans this time.

   He smirked. "Yeah? Does that feel good?"

   "You're such an ass," I said, but it did feel good. He'd barely touched me and I could already sense a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach.

   He chuckled. "And you've got a terrible poker face."

   He dipped a finger inside of me, then another, slowly scissoring them. He forced another moan out of me when he curled them over an especially sensitive spot. I tightened my grip on his chest, digging my nails into his skin.

   He drew in a sharp breath, pulling his hand away. "Fuck, are you trying to make me bleed?"

   "Don't stop," I whined.

   I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. I hadn't wanted to seem so needy—so desperate for his touch. I thought he'd end up teasing me for it, so I was surprised when he flipped us back over and gave me exactly what I wanted, ripping my shorts and panties off in one move before thrusting his fingers into me at an even faster rate. I threw my head back, arching my back and curling my toes. Phinks took the opportunity to give attention to my neck, planting kisses along my jaw before he made his way up to my ear and nibbled on the lobe.

   "Are you getting close?"

   "Yes," I breathed.

   "I'll let you cum," he murmured, "if you admit that you want it."

   "Want what?" I asked, feeling the coil in my stomach continuing to tighten—the tension threatening to explode at any minute. I thought if I stalled then maybe I wouldn't have to say it.

   He quickly proved to me that that strategy wouldn't work as he moved to pull his hand away again. I grabbed his wrist.

   "Wait! Alright, fine. I do."

   "Do what?"

   "Want it."

   He pressed his thumb to my clit, moving it in slow circles. "Want what?"

   "Y-Ah-You."

   His fingers curled over that same sensitive spot again. "What do you want from me?"

   I was so close. I needed it. I just had to say it.

   "I want you to f-nngh fuck-I want you to fuck me."

   "Oh, that's what you want?"

   "Yes."

   He stopped teasing me with such a slow pace, pumping his fingers faster and making quicker circles over my clit. I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening again. Every movement was working me closer and closer to the edge.

   And then Phinks murmured, "Then you'd better hurry up and cum for me already."

   If my mind weren't completely numbed by the intense pleasure I felt, I would have been pissed that THAT was what pushed me over the edge. But as my orgasm washed over me, I was too dizzied by a blissful fog to be upset, unable to focus on anything but melting into the mattress. I was so distracted by my high that I failed to notice that Phinks had gotten undressed. I didn't realize it until we were making out again and his erection brushed against the inside of my thigh.

   His hands moved under my shirt, pushing it up to guide it over my head. While I was sat up, he reached around to unhook my bra, using our proximity as an opportunity to suck on my neck. I thought he'd lay me back down once my bra was off, but instead he pulled me into his lap so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.

   "Damn," he said as his eyes raked over my body. "You're a fucking dime, you know that?"

   "And you have such a way with words." I moved my hand between us to wrap around his length, moving it up and down at a torturously slow pace.

   He groaned as he let his head fall to my shoulder, pressing his hand into the small of my back so that I was forced closer to him.

   I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Something wrong?"

   "Yeah. Quit teasing me like that."

   "Like what?" I asked, playing dumb.

   "Don't act cute. You know what you're doing."

   "What do you mean?"

   He laughed and pulled back to look at me. "You're really gonna do this? After you were practically begging for me to fuck you? Now you're gonna just sit here and play your little games with me? You're really asking for it."

   "I think you're all talk. And besides," I leaned in so our lips were nearly touching. "Who said I didn't still want it?"

   It was like my words had lit a fire inside of him, calling him to action. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, lining himself up with my entrance. I slowly sank down on his length until I was resting on his hips.

   "You okay?" He asked, rubbing my thighs.

   "I'm good," I answered. "How are you doing?"

   "Oh, i'm fucking fantastic." He said before catching my lips in a kiss.

   I wrapped my arms around his neck so they rested on his shoulders, giving me the extra bit of leverage I needed to lift myself off of him, just to sink back down again. He groaned against my lips, grabbing my ass. I repeated the motion, building a faster pace. It didn't take long for Phinks to take over. With his grip on my ass he started rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. The whole thing felt incredibly intimate—our arms wrapped around each other, our lips exploring every inch of skin they could find, and our small gasps and moans that filled the air with each movement.

   "Phinks," I breathed when the sting of him stretching me out was gone, replaced by the feeling of pure pleasure.

   "What is it, babe?"

   "Harder."

   "Harder? Shit, I don't wanna break you."

   "Please. I need it," I begged.

   "Fuck, alright. Anything you want. Hold me tighter."

   I braced against his shoulders and hooked my ankles together around his back just in time for him to lift me off of the bed. He carried me to the other side of the room and pinned me up against the wall.

   "You'd better hang on," he said before pulling his hips back and thrusting into me harder than before.

   I threw my head back and moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. It only encouraged him to go faster. He was ramming into me with so much speed and force that I worried we might break through the wall.

   "You like that?" He asked, gripping my thighs so tight I was sure he'd leave bruises. "You like it when I'm rough like this?"

   "Yes," I whined.

   "You like it when I fuck you nice and deep?" He rolled his hips on an especially hard thrust so that his strokes rubbed over my g-spot.

   The sensation made my back arch off of the wall so that I pressed my body into him. My hands shot to his head, tugging at his hair as I nearly screamed in pleasure.

   "God, yes! Don't fucking stop!"

   He nipped at my neck, repeating the same movement. "That's it. Just like that, baby. That's my good fucking girl."

   He kept fucking me like that, relentlessly abusing my g-spot until he forced another orgasm out of me. I screamed out his name, desperately clawing at his skin. He gave a few more erratic thrusts before spilling inside of me, burying his face in my neck and panting next to my ear.

   Once we'd both recovered a bit, he unhooked my thighs from his hips and set me down. When my feet hit the floor, my legs wobbled beneath me and I nearly fell over before he caught me in his arms.

   "Whoa there, easy."

   "I'm fine," I told him.

   "See, I knew I'd end up breaking you if I gave you what you wanted."

   I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you."

   He smirked. "Again? I'm not sure you could handle another round so soon."

   "God, I hate how cocky you are."

   He just smirked and pressed a kiss to my forehead before moving to my ear. He dropped his voice to a low, teasing tone. "If that were true then you wouldn't be full of my cum right now."

   "Fuck off," I snapped. I could already feel it running down my leg.

   He laughed, knowing he'd won. "Come on, I'm tired as hell after all that."

   We both cleaned up and got dressed before climbing back in bed. As soon as I was under the covers, Phinks scooted up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against him.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, inching away a bit.

   "Trying to spoon you. Will you just quit fighting and let it happen?"

   I gave in and tried to relax in his arms. Before too long his breathing became slow and deep, telling me he'd fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and focused on the comforting warmth of his embrace, falling asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

[luvbugs-blog]

panic - s. todoroki

inspired by the willow and oz scene in the "graduation" episode on buffy the vampire slayer (not the stupid show no netflix, but the one with sarah michelle gellar).

note: most of the dialogue is from or inspired by the episode mentioned above!! i don't want copywrite issues!!

warnings: implied smut, but it's a fluff fic. not proof read

enjoy!!

with the war inching closer, the air at UA was tense. everyone could feel it. everyone, it seems, except your boyfriend.

bakugo was even more snappy than usual, and with deku gone, everyone's mood was in the dumps. ochaco had lost her usual smile, and iida seemed even stiffer.

after a long day of classes, you trudge your way back to your dorm room, almost dragging your back behind you. when you make it, you throw yourself on the bed, your schoolbag abandoned by the door, which you hadn't even managed to shut fully.

what will become of you? of your friends? of your teachers? of shoto? there is a possible chance that you could die in the very near future. it seemed like yesterday you had just gotten your hero's license, and now you were about to risk everything for the sake of... strangers? the world? who knew what shigaraki had planned.

you were too tired to think about it anymore. you just wanted to be at home with your parents, but you couldn't tell them what was about to happen.

for a little while, you lay there, thinking about everything related to the war. how you could lose your friends, you could lose limbs, your life, how easy it is to just run away, etc., when your door creaks open slightly and you hear a small knock. a handsome face makes its way into the room.

"hey, baby. you know, you shouldn't keep your door open." you just sigh, not replying. shoto makes his way around your bed, carefully sitting next to your body.

"what's up, angel?"

"i'm just worried about the war, sho. what about you?"

he just hums and starts to stroke your hair. you wait a while, but he still gives no reply.

his eyes wander around the room, until they lock onto your cat, who lazily made its way out of your bathroom.

"looks like Walter has pretty nice digs in here. i really love your room."

you sigh again, moving so his hand falls off your head.

"sho…"

"what?" he asks, very gently.

"could you just pretend to care about what's happening, please?"

"you think I don't care?"

"i think we could be dead in two day's time, and you’re being emotional detachment guy."

"would it help if i panicked?"

"yes! it'd be swell! panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis, and everything is really scary now, you know? and I don't know what's gonna happen. and there's all sorts of things that you're supposed to get to do after high school, and you know what? i was really looking forward to them! like moving into a place of our own, maybe fighting alongside each other, being famous, maybe even the wacky notion of children! i would love to have children with you, and you know how much i hate kids and how pregnancy scares me. and... and now we're probably just gonna die, and i'd like to feel that maybe you would-"

your rant was interrupted when he grabbed the back of your head, grip tight on your hair, and smushed his lips on yours. for a few seconds, you stayed like that until you pulled away, slightly surprised.

"what are you doing?"

"panicking."

he maneuvered his head to continue what he was doing before, and the rest of the class didn't hear from the two of you until the next morning, when shoto walked out of your dorm room, instead of his.

author's note: OH MY GOD, I FINALLY FINISHED ONE. the ending is absolute shit, but I'm literally in my shitty school, and i so do not feel comfortable finishing this. i feel so paranoid that the teachers are watching me write fanfiction, and i am so not ok with that. school is kicking my butt rn, but i'm going to try to pump out some more fics soon... i don't want to say tonight, because that might not happen, so don't be mad. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE SEND IDEAS. i'm burnt out.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Word count :3524

This morning I woke earlier than usual leaving Eddie asleep in the bed. I left him a note saying I had some stuff to do before heading to work .

But in reality I wasn’t going to do anything work related .i was actually headed to the only bakery here in Hawkins. Hopefully they will be able to make me a cake for Eddie for tonight .I was also hoping I wasn’t too late to order him a cake .

I open the door to the bakery and I walk in crossing my fingers praying that they would be able to make it .for today.

"Good morning ." A cheerful old lady greets me

I was barely functioning right now and the lady was so cheerful so early in the morning it was 6am .

"Good Morning I needed a cake for tonight ,I needed this design." I show the picture of the kind of cake I want ,I had taken a picture of Eddie's hellfire shirt before coming over today .

I was really hoping he would like it,and not throw it in my face ,but Eddie wouldn't do that. He might look mean but he is nothing but a big teddy bear .

Plus I Wasn't gonna do anything big, just something small for him and me in my apartment .

I talk to Dustin Yesterday night before going to bed about Eddie's birthday ,Eddie was showering so I had the chance to talk to Dustin for him to give me some ideas .But instead of getting any ideas I found  out Eddie doesn't like celebrating his birthday .Dustin told me Eddie doesn't like to celebrate his birthday and know-one is allowed to give him a gift because he feels that his birth shouldn't be celebrated because of him being born his mother died and his father blame it on him all his life until his father was sent to jail for some drug related things and that's how he ended with Wayne.

Dustin also told me that Eddie told him all of this one night he got really drunk during the summer when he had first met Dustin.So Dustin trusted on me by telling me all of this and I wasn’t planning to tell Eddie but I also wanted to make him a small dinner just at home him and me nothing big I mean that wasn’t nothing bad was it ?

The nice old lady at the bakery said she was able to do the cake today mostly because she had finished all the orders for the day and it would be ready after I got out of work  .And for that I was grateful I even told her I pay her extra for doing the cake for today .She said no but I was still paying her a little bit more .

So After the bakery I headed to the guitar store that was nearby the bakery shop . They open at 7am and I decided to wait in my car till they open .

"Ding "I heard my phone ring and like I had the phone in my hand already I saw that it was Eddie .

Shit why is he awake so early ??

I open the message to write back but I was nervous so damn nervous .

E:"Sweetheart where are you ?"

What the fuck do I respond ?

D:"I had to run some errands baby see you at school okay love you ."

.......💭

E:"I miss You ,you weren't in bed when I woke up  🥲now I'm sad😔"

D:"Ed's I gave you a kiss before I left ,but you were asleep and snoring loudly jejeje ."

......💭

E:"I DON'T SNORE!!!! 😮"

D:"I should récord you one of these days, baby ."

......💭

E:"You fart when you’re asleep and I don't say anything 🤨😷"

D:" what ?!?!  Liar !!! ."

.....💭

E:"But I still love you princess stinky 😷."

D:"Goodbye Edward 😡 and I don’t fart "

.....💭

E:"ok Danielle !!!"

D:"I'm sweetheart to you, not DANIELLE !!!"

.....💭

E:"Well I'm Ed's or baby to you !!! "

D:"ahhhh I hate you !!"

....💭

E:"no ,you don't hahaha,you can't live without me and you know it ."

D:"Fuck you."

......💭

E:"I did last night 😉 "

Cocky bastard I'm not answering him back. He thinks I can't be without him. Well that's true I don't know what I'll do without him but I'm not telling him that because he is gonna get all cocky about it and it's gonna get all over his head .

So I will not be answering his texts anymore even when they kept coming I ignore him and just waited for the guitar store to open .Even when he started calling me I ignore it and put my phone on silence .

As soon as they opened I went in and bought some guitar picks of different colors for Eddie .Then I headed to a different store to get him one of his  birthday presents and I was hoping he would like it as much as I did .

I hurried back to school before my first period started so I could leave Eddie's gift on his desk without him knowing I put it there .

When I arrived i try my best not to stop and chit chat to any of my students who would usually stop me to say hi to me on the halls I wasn’t trying to be rude ,But I needed to be the first one in class before Eddie .So first I headed to the office to clock in and like always Mrs.Lopez the secretary in the front office always compliments my outfits she is a nice old lady,I think she is the only one that I talk to here in school I don't really talk to anyone else but her.

After clocking in I got out of the office and The halls were already full of Students and on the far end I spotted Eddie in his locker talking to Gareth. I try to blend in with the rest of the students so he wouldn't see me .

But trying to walk with these heels was hard ,I can already hear Eddie "babe why do you wear those  shoes !!!" "Wear something more comfortable." "You know you're clumsy as it is."

"Good-morning Miss.Henderson." Someone behind me says I turn around to see Jason with the biggest smile from ear to ear .

Jesus Christ what does he want?

Act polite Danielle just act polite .

I put a fake smile on my face and did my best polite voice .

"Good-morning Jasón ." I say politely 

"Hi." Was all he says and turns around and walks away

What a Weird boy.

I continued on my way to my classroom and the closer I got the faster I walked passing everyone .

"Mission accomplished." I whisper when I got to my classroom and hurry to open the door to my class before anyone else got here .I place the small gift box with the picks inside wrapped in black wrapping paper  and set it on  top of Eddie's desk with a bottle of Yoo-hoo with a small happy birthday card.

When I was satisfied with how I arranged the gift I went back to my desk to get my papers out for today's lesson. As the time went by I lost track of time writing down in the board today's lesson which was "The Great Depression ."

As soon as the tardy bell rang I put down my marker and faced the class and noticed that Eddie still wasn't here .

"Good-morning everyone " I smile at the class then the door to the classroom opens and Eddie walks in with a big toothy grin giving me a flower .

"Sorry I was late Miss.Henderson I was handpicking this flower for you from the school garden ." He says handing me the rose .

Jesus Christ he is so cheesy….

"Thank you Edward ,you can take your seat ." I smile looking down at the flower .I looked down feeling my cheeks turn red as a damn tomato.But was taken out of my trance by someone saying.”Freak ."and the whole class starts laughing like idiots.

"Hey, it is not nice calling people that." I snap at whoever said that .No matter who it was I didn’t like people bringing other people down .

"Teacher's pet freak." I heard Jason whisper.

"Jason!" I raised my voice and Jason panic.I have never raised my voice at my students before but one thing I hate is bullying "I'm sorry ." He says softly blushing slouching back in his seat.

I tried my best to control

Myself and try to calm down so I close my eyes and turn around to face the board and started with the lesson.

"Ok class today we will be talking about the Great Depression,what can anybody tell me about it ." I ask turning around to face the class and looking around to see who would answer and I notice Eddie opening the gift then he lifts up his head and looks at me giving me a smile .

Fucking smile I love that smile and those damn dimples ..

But I need to have self control and control myself because I’m supposed to be a teacher not another student here I need to act professional but with Eddie is so hard sometimes.

"So Knowone then ,ok then, "I went back to the white board where I had written some facts about the Great Depression that the class needed to write as soon as they walked in but I didn't notice anyone take out their paper and pen, only Eddie and Robin ."so I'm guessing everyone finish writing the notes." I say erasing everything from the white board I hated being a mean teacher but I hated more that they didn't take the class seriously .They tend to ignore thinking because I’m a young teacher I’m going to be nice to them and passed them but that’s not how it is .

I turned to face the class and sat on my desk and started giving them some facts about the Great Depression "The Great Depression (1929–1939) was an economic shock that impacted most countries across the world. It was a period of economic depression that became evident after a major fall in stock prices in the United States.The economic contagion began around September and led to the Wall Street stock market crash of October 24 (Black Thursday). It was the longest, deepest, and most widespread depression of the 20th century.."

I started teaching my class but kept my eyes on Eddie whose eyes were glued to me and wouldn’t look anywhere else .Even when I wasn't looking at him I could feel him staring at me .And that’s how it went the whole class with Eddies eyes on me .It was hard not to stared at him but I try my best and survived that class.

During my lunch period I decided to go to the mall. I didn't tell Eddie because I knew he would want to come with me so instead I took Dustin with me.I convinced him by telling him that I was buying him a burger ,fries and a milkshake.

"So what are we doing here ?" He asks with his mouth full of food .

I could literally see the food he was chewing. I know he was doing it on purpose.

"I'm buying Eddie a birthday gift ,you know how he has that pick necklace ." I tell Dustin and he nods "well I saw this really nice necklace at the jewelry store for his guitar pick ."

Dustin's eyes widened when I said to the jewelry store"how much is the necklace ?" He ask

"It doesn't matter how much it is but I need you to tell me if he would like it ." I ask nervously

"Ok let's go ." He stands up throwing his trash away only bringing his milkshake with him.I look at him and hated that he was able to eat without feeling nauseous or without puking because lately that’s all I’ve been doing except for Today.

Today was the first time since I came back from New York I was able to eat something without puking it and I was proud  maybe I did have some kind of bug .

But then I felt as I was realizing that I was able to take in the food ,my stomach started to feel weird .I shouldn't have thought anything, maybe it would just go away while we walk.

Maybe I ate too much.

So I ignore that feeling and headed to the to the jewelry store to look at all of the necklaces until I found the one I had like it was a silver one. It was beautiful. It was white gold .

"HOLY SHIT!!! That's expensive !!!" Dustin shouts making a  bunch of people turn our way "Dustin language ?!" I whispered, "That's expensive Eddie is not gonna accept that ." He tells me by pointing at the necklace behind the glass counter  "why not?" I ask nervously "I mean he is gonna love it but he doesn't like expensive gifts ."

"But we won't tell him are we ?" I turn to look at Dustin "Or I won't take you on a vacation on spring break ." I leaned in closer to  him threatening him "fine I won't say anything ." He finally says slurping on his milkshake .

So I ended up buying the necklace for Eddie and headed to the food court to buy Eddie something to eat.Hopefully we make it on time before his lunch is over.

Well now that I remember he has a free period after lunch so he will be able to eat.

I decided to buy him a double cheeseburger with Fries and Dr.pepper cause I know how that man loves his Dr.pepper but not as much as he loves his Yoo-hoo.

So Right before we were gonna leave, Dustin decided that we should buy milk shakes for Lucas ,Mike and Will, which I can't deny to my little brother even though he was annoying as hell. I would do anything for him .

When we arrived at school we got just time before lunch ended and I headed to the cafeteria with Dustin to help him with the milkshakes and Eddie's food ,we ended up buying milkshakes for Gareth and Jeff as well.

So our hands were full ,when we walked in the cafeteria Eddie turned and saw us walk in and got up running our way to help with the milk shakes .

My man always the gentleman..

"Let me help you ." He says softly, taking the tray of milkshakes "Thank you Eddie ." I tell him nicely"Thank You Eddie ." My little brother says in a high voice mocking me .

"Shut up you dingus ." I smack the back of his head slightly

"Ouch!!" He winced walking away from us flipping me off.

"Hey ,Miss.Henderson "one of my students said while I passed their table.

"Hi." I wave back at them .

"Hi ,Miss.Henderson ." Jason stops in-front of me, giving me a Hershey chocolate.

"Thank you Jasón ." I smile politely

"I heard that's your favorite chocolate and I thought it would be nice to get it for you ." He says blushing ,Jesus Christ don't  tell me he has a crush on me !!!

Someone clears their throat next to me and guess who it was ? If you Guess Eddie yeah indeed it was

"Well shit someone has a crush ." Eddie lets out a sarcastic chuckle

"What?" Jason stood there standing looking like a tomato, his cheeks blushing pink .

"Just messing with you Carver ." Eddie laughs in Jason's face making him flinch.

For the first time ever Jason didn't say anything back. I was actually surprised thinking a fight was gonna start but it didn't .Eddie just walked away and headed to the Hellfire Table with the rest of the boys handing them their milkshakes .

I excuse myself from Jason and walk to the table handing Eddie the bag of Food ."Dustin made me buy you this ."I lied he didn't I was the one who bought it for Eddie cause I know how much he loves those burgers but I wasn't gonna say that in front of the whole cafeteria .

"We'll have a nice lunch guys ." I turn around to walk away but someone grabs my hand and spins me around .

"Eddie !!" I said softly, catching me off guard.

"Thank you for the guitar picks and the Yoo-hoo." He tells me giving me a smirk

"No problem,j-just a-a little "gulp" something ." I stutter with my words. I don't even know why I was stuttering if it was Eddie or it was probably the way he was looking at me right now with those brown chocolate eyes that were making me weak on my knees.

Or the fact that we were in school and he was holding my hand in the cafeteria.Which brought me back to reality janking  my hand out of his grasp .

"I'm sorry ." I mouthed and he just nodded and went back to his table .

As soon as school was over I didn't even bother staying today. I grabbed all my stuff and headed to my car to go pick up the cake for Eddie .

Before leaving I asked Dustin if he needed a ride but he said he was going to Mike's house and Nancy was giving him a ride .

So I guess that left me to go to pick up the cake and head home to decorate for when Eddie gets home .

On my way home I protected the cake with my life and even put the seatbelt on it so I wouldn't  tilt or something I know myself .

I really hope he did like the cake and hoping he didn't get mad at me for surprising him like this .

My nerves were killing me honestly .

I was prepared for the worse

When I arrived home I noticed my door was unlocked even though Eddie had told me he had locked it before leaving this morning .

Or was he here already ..

"Please don't be Here .please don't be Here "i said on my head

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it to open the door and to my surprise it wasn't Eddie but in fact Dustin and Gareth.They had decorated with red and black balloons they were everywhere in the apartment .

Everything looked so beautiful .

"Guys these is so beautiful." I tell them my eyes scanning all round the apartment .

"Well ,we wanted to surprise Eddie if that's ok with you ." Dustin tells me battling his eyelashes

"Well I don't mind, I had actually gotten him a cake for you guys to celebrate with him ." I placed the cake on the table and opened the white box to show it to them .

"Holy shit Dani!!" Dustin gasped "language Dustin." I said sternly

"That's the hellfire logo ." Gareth said

"Yup ,I had it done today ." I tell them

Looking at the cake proudly ..

“Eddie is going to love it!!” Dustin jumped up and down excitedly..

I was hoping Eddie had the same reaction well

At least for him to be as happy Dustin was .

"Thank you so much guys I really appreciate you helping out. I was in a hurry to get here on time before Eddie got here ."

"No problem sis ,but you owe me big time ." Dustin picks up his Thinking cap putting it on his head on his way out grabbing  his backpack .

"We also left some gifts for Eddie ."Gareth points to the stack of gifts in the corner

"Thank you so much guys, you guys are the best ." I went to hug Dustin goodbye and he  hugged me back "love you sis ,tell us if he gets mad ."

Jesus Christ I really was hoping he doesn't .

"Bye we leave before he gets here !!" Gareth shouted from the door and both of them left, leaving me here with nothing to do .

"I'll guess I'll order Chinese to eat ." I tell myself

After ordering our food I went to take a shower ,I still had some time. I guess Eddie usually gets here around 4 but today he said he was stopping at Wayne's after school but he didn't tell me why .

But I kind of figured out why.I didn't bother asking him, I just told him I'll wait till he got home .

....:

2hrs later

So here I was just In my towel looking through my closet I didn't know what to wear ,I didn't want to scare Eddie either dressing all fancy .

"Hmmm." I scanned around until I found one of Eddie's hellfire shirts and put it on without panties and no bra for easier access for Eddie .

I was gonna blow dry my hair but I decided to let it dry by itself.

"Baby I'm ....Holy shit !!" I heard Eddie's voice from the living room .

"Shit ,shit ,shit !!" I ran to open the door to my room and outside to the living room where Eddie was standing looking at the balloons with wide eyes .

"Happy birthday baby ." I got on my tiptoes and pecked his lips ......

Next chapter

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Wifey comes home today and the dogs don't know it so they officially hit peak wretched baby behavior yesterday and have slumped into depressed baby behavior today. I do have work today but it's my short day so I'm thinking after I'm done with work and before I head to the airport with doggos to pick up wifey, I'll wash dishes and dogs.

That way wifey doesn't feel like the house is exactly as she left it you know? I definitely know it's not in worse shape I was very careful to always clean up my presence, but I want her to not have to clean up things that were here a week ago when she left either cuz that sucks and just because I was busy and had a hard time getting around to them shouldn't make them her problem. Most things like that aren't a big deal, or are things we specifically planned for (e.g. she emptied the litterbox right before she left and it's self cleaning so it only needs to be done once a week) but the dishes were a fluke that snuck by us in the last couple days before she left and then I literally never once had the spoons to get to them (heh) while Wifey was gone. Which I expected! I kinda figured that I would either do them all on Friday or maybe if I was very lucky do 1 round a dayon the others. So at least I'm on schedule lol.

Anyway, I did also clean the tub this week, and pick up the laundry in the bathroom, so I figure I might also do a quick wipe down in bathroom (sink, toilet, tub, sweep floors, take out trask) since it usually only takes 15 minutes and would make the whole room look really nice at this point. That plus shiny dishes and dogs is bound to make wifey happy coming home.

Anyway, my morning plans are as follows:

throw chili in the crock pot for dinner tonight

maintenance clean of bathroom

first round of dishes

take out the bedroom and bathroom trashes

refill pet water fountains

Extra Credit: unpack the monthly grocery grocery delivery and confirm their allergen listings

So far I'm over 100% on my tasks today and feeling great about it!

In the next hour I've got some work tasks to do, a little documentation stuff to prep for the day basically, and then it's off the the races for my short day with clients, my one on one, and then me getting the dogs ready for the evening!

Managed to finish all of my work prep stuff even the thing I was sure I wouldn't manage! So yay to that! We're still at "all essential AND all extra credit tasks completed" for each phase of my day so far, though obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the work stuff for privacy reasons.

Feeling good about the day, feeling good about my ability to get shit down now that I've been back on my meds for a week, feeling pretty good overall! I do think I might be headed for a no show today but I'm fine with that because it'll just give me an extra 45 min for dishes and one less note to write before I switch over to household tasks this afternoon.

I am contemplating doing an extra credit task of throwing on new sheets and remaking the bed fresh and clean for wifey since Jaxxine crunched her yams all over this one all week on top of chewing on the fitted sheet like a pacifier to calm herself lol. But we'll see how that goes.

I've managed to get both blankets into the wash, and the quilt is already in the dryer, so I figure I'm definitely remaking the bed now. I'm most of the way through the tough jobs and then all that's left is the easy or fun ones. I do have to leave in about 3 hours tho, so I'm definitely running low on time. Gotta prioritize a bit and wittle down my remaining tasks. Dinner's all set but for some rice if we decide to make it. I may just empty the dish rack and not worry about washing a 3rd load unless I finish everything else in time. Jaxx definitely needs a bath next, then the tub a wipe down, the pets fed, and me a shower. At that point we're likely to be ok the edge of time so I'm thinking remake the bed and then kitty fun den and then prep the dogs for our trip.

After work plans are as follows:

2-3 more rounds of dishes 1 more round of dishes

bathe the lassie (START WITH THE LAD)

Feed the dogs dinner

bathe self

wipe down tub

build kitty fun den with dinner and treats

pick up wifey from her trip

Extra Credit: wash the blankets dry the blankets

Extra Credit: remake the bed with fresh sheets and blankets

[the-official-legacies-blog]

Breaking: Local grandpa and mother suffers, more tonight at 7

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned polyamphobia, mentioned biphobia

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Alex Adil Emre Yukime, Marija Balchunas, Matija Balchunas, Faris Balchunas, Jožefa Balchunas, Branimir Balchunas, Luka Balchunas, Aleksandra Adamski-Balchunas, Sila Adil Yukime

Mentioned characters: Miroslav Adamski, Jasmine Aybüke Belinay Adamski

Ships: Marija x Matija x Faris x Jožefa x Branimir x Luka (It's a ✨polyamorous relationship✨), Miroslav Adamski x Jasmine Aybüke Belinay Adamski (Implied/Background)

Summary: Alex challenges Jožefa to a duel, Aleksandra tries to break it up while her mom and fathers cheer it on.

Well, except for Matija, he and Sila seem tired of this.

A/N: WELP! Here's the first non-canon short story of Legacies-

There is one f-bomb, but hey, technically the story's still PG-13, right?-

It was a dark and stormy night.

No, that's too cheesy.

Matija sighed as he erased the sentence.

'How the HELL does one write a good thriller?' Matija thought to himself.

Hmm...

I come from- No, that's taken.

I don't know how other men feel about their- No, that's taken too (And mildly problematic, makes it sound like a marriage is supposed to be permanent).

"THAT'S IT!" Matija exclaimed, putting his pencil down before throwing his hands up in the air.

"Be quiet fucker! I'm trying to read!" Faris said from his corner of the library.

"Whatever, idiot," Matija responded.

At first glance it would seem like Matija and Faris couldn't stand each other, since they're insulting each other, but that was their love language, insults.

Pretty cheesy, but they were happy.

... It was times like this Matija was glad his parents were dead. Sure they were good parents, but the day they found out that Matija had plans to get engaged to not one person, but five people, his parents lost their minds.

Especially since he was marrying three men and two women.

Matija was swift to lie about how he was gonna call off the engagement, in reality he ran away and married Faris, Marija, Jožefa, Branimir, and Luka in Istanbul.

Although... They had to convince Sila to let them into Istanbul.

~Flashback time~

"I know we hate each other but PLEASE! No other country in Europe legalized polyamorous marriages!" Branimir pleaded.

Sila hesitated as she took a sip of water.

"You seem to forget we only legalized it yesterday. And that's because Alex kept throwing tantrum after tantrum about it. And I thought you lot were already married, after all you have a daughter," Sila sighed.

"Well, that's because Marija- THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT! Anyways I thought you said Alex convinced-" Jožefa started.

"They tried, then realized being nice wasn't gonna help," Sila interrupted, "Anyways... I don't think any government building will immediately conduct your wedding." She finished.

"Then let us get married here!" Branimir begged.

"Beggers can't be ch-" Sila started.

"MOOOOOOTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!"

That was the telltale sign Alex was about to throw a tantrum.

"Fine," Sila sighed.

~Flashback end~

Matija's thoughts got interrupted when the library door flew open.

"What is it, Luka?" Matija sighed.

Luka, still trying to catch his breath, wiped his forehead before speaking.

"Alex just, huff, challenged Jožefa to a, huff, duel!" Luka said.

"THEY DID WHAT!? NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN!" Matija screeched, falling out of his chair.

No one heard his despair, as Luka and Faris bolted, probably to see the duel.

"I'm too old for this shit," Matija sighed before getting up to try to stop the duel.

"This is childish!"

That was what Aleksandra had to say as she tried to get Jožefa and Alex to reconsider.

"And to think this all started because Jožefa accidentally spilled wine on Alex," Sila sighed.

"I thought it was the other way around?" Matija responded.

"Whatever, I'm too tired," Sila responded.

"You and me both," Matija sighed.

"Duels aren't even legal anymore!" Aleksandra screeched.

"It's legal if you use berries for bullets instead!" Alex and Jožefa said at the same time as they took ten steps away from the center.

"I didn't know this was an American-style duel!" Luka said.

"DAD! DON'T ENCOURAGE MOTHER!" Aleksandra screamed.

"Relax little bear cub! This is good for people," Branimir responded.

"NOT YOU TOO FATHER!" Aleksandra groaned.

"If we keep encouraging them maybe she'll join in!" Faris suggested.

"THAT'S NOT HOW PEER PRESSURE WORKS! I think..." Aleksandra sighed, then she turned to face Sila and Matija. "Please tell me you're gonna help me out here," She pleaded.

Sila hesitated.

"Actually, I think I'll go see if Miroslav needs help, he and Jasmine just had a daughter after all," Sila said before running off.

'How the hell does she not trip while wearing high heels?' Matija thought to himself.

"Oh COME on!" Aleksandra exclaimed.

The duel was ultimately stopped, only because Aleksandra was persistent on making sure it didn't happen.

Unfortunately, Alex and Jožefa decided to reschedule for Friday.

Matija sighed.

Writers could get their silence, but this local grandpa writer was doomed to suffer, alongside his rival that was also a mother.

...

Did he just hear a trombone?

[pr0dbeomgyu]

BUSTED!

CHAPTER 3

"i figured you'd want to keep this," jeno handed the last item, a notebook. it was a notebook y/n had shared with him. they've made a promise to write down details of every single date they've been to. every movie night, every meet-up. with shaky hands, y/n took the notebook from him, tears threatening to fall.

seeming to notice this, yeonjun was quick to drag y/n away by the hand, but only after throwing an "asshole" to jeno. he didnt really know why he did that, but it seemed very necessary for him at that time.

making sure she was out of her ex's sight, y/n fell to the ground, her tough facade crumbling in front of the stranger, but she didn't care. flipping through the notebook, her heart shattered for the nth time, memories with jeno came crashing down on her. the last straw was when she noticed that there were only two pages left, the last thing she wrote was "he cheated. i thought he loved me, but i guess not,".

she hadnt cry ever since the breakup, heck she was doing a great job holding it all in, but why is it that it only took an "are you okay?" from a guy she barely know and she's already sobbing uncontrollably?

"there, there," he patted y/n's back gently.

"i have no idea what happened but this will pass," he continued when she stayed silent.

"'m sorry," she quietly said, wiping away her tears with her sleeves.

"there's nothing to say sorry for,"

"yeah, but i paid you $30 only to act as my boyfriend, not putting up with all this shit too,"

"i mean that's literally what boyfriends do," he shrugged.

"you're gonna be a good boyfriend then. thanks, ...., um"

"yeonjun,"

"right, thanks yeonjun. i'm y/n," she said, offering a smile.

"okay, y/n. so you wanna head inside now?" he asked, returning the smile.

"you can go first, i'm gonna calm myself down for a bit. i'm afraid my friends are gonna plan a murder tonight if they figure out i've been crying,"

"maybe they should," he joked.

"it's okay, i'll stay with you. so wanna tell me about yourself, y/n? only if you're comfortable, of course,"

"it's fine, you don't look like a weirdo to me. i hope i'm not a bad judge of character though"

"Hey-,"

"so im an engineering student. not to brag, but im one of the top achievers actually," she paused.

a little lie won't hurt, right?

"i read poetries and plays in my free time, do you know hamlet? yeah. one of my favourites. and oh, im quite well off, but i guess you are too," she rambled, pointing at yeonjun's celine shirt.

great, now i sound like a brat

y/n didnt really know why she spurted all those nonsense. the only thing that's true was the first sentence. maybe she was trying to show that she wasnt much of a pathetic. or maybe she just wanted to escape the reality of her shitty life. either way, she just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"oh, yeah. no. this isn't mine. it's my friend's actually," yeonjun rubbed his neck. a gesture he does when it gets awkward.

"we're definitely the opposite," he chuckled. clearly he didnt wanna tell about himself, not that she wanted to know about him anyways.

"do you feel okay now?"

"yeah, i think so,"

"that's about it then. it was a pleasure doing business with you, y/n," yeonjun hold out his hand, a goofy smile on his lips.

"you too yeonjun, thank you again," y/n took his hand, mirroring his goofy smile.

NEXT | MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS :

bumping into her shitty ex out of nowhere while hanging out with her friends, y/n was determined to show that she was way better off without him. desperate enough, she paid choi yeonjun, a cheapskate stranger she met 5 seconds ago, to act as her rich, classy boyfriend. y/n thought it was fine to change some things about her life to yeonjun (read: everything), cause heck, they don’t even know each other! but why is it that after the incident, yeonjun kept on appearing in her life, finding out the truth about her one by one, in the worst possible way?

TAGLIST :

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[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

> series masterlist <

Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[jisvnq]

[ 02:11AM ]

title | sneaking around

genre | fluff, suggestive, humor, chenle's little sister!reader

warnings | a makeout that's barely there, and a few hickeys oops

word count | 1.8k words

requested | by anonymous

description | where you're chenle's little sister and secretly dating jisung.

z.txt | the text for the headers keep messing up idk why :/ but eh can't really do anything about it ¯\(ツ)/¯ so also idk how to properly write those spicy spicy scenes yet, i'm still learning and i'm doing my best to improve each time :D i dunno, this was supposed to be a timestamp but i got kinda carried away ajdbwjfn here it is!!

Jisung knew sneaking around behind his friends' backs was risky. He knew he'd get his neck snapped in half if he was found out to be dating someone without even his best friend knowing.

Oh, how he hoped to the heavens they didn't find out he was doing exactly that. And with his best friend's little sister out of all people.

"Meet me in my room after they fall asleep," you had whispered in his ear hours ago as you hid from your friends who searched around frantically for the two of you. "And make sure nobody sees you."

Jisung slowly and carefully pushed his best friend's head off his shoulder, watching in panic as the other boy's eyes groggily fluttered open.

"Hey, Jisung," Chenle slurred, still half-asleep. "Where are you going?"

"I– me?" Jisung stuttered, pointing to himself.

Chenle rolled his eyes. "Yes, you. Where are you going?"

"To the– uh," Jisung cleared his throat. "To the bathroom. I– uh, dinner didn't really settle well with me..."

Chenle nodded, waving Jisung off. "You know where the bathroom is, right?"

Jisung nodded, getting up fully and quietly opening the door. "Yeah. I do."

He waited until his best friend's eyes fluttered shut before heading out, closing the door and dashing into the hallway that definitely didn't lead to the bathroom.

Jisung's heart beat a mile a minute as he looked over his shoulder every few steps. If he got caught here, he was gonna be deader than the chicken they ate for dinner. And he was pretty sure that thing wasn't even remotely alive.

"Y/n," Jisung whispered as he knocked frantically on your door. "Y/n! It's me! I'm here! Open up already!"

He heard shuffling inside, and he cautiously looked behind him as if something or someone would just pop up out of absolutely nowhere and tell on him to your brother.

"Hm, I'm surprised you didn't chicken out on me," you hummed, opening the door, only for the boy to rush inside, making you chuckle. "That scared of getting caught, huh?"

"If Chenle catches me sneaking in here, you know he's gonna kill me," Jisung groaned, plopping onto your quite familiar bed.

"Why don't we just tell him then?" you inquired, sitting down beside him. "It's not like it's that big of a deal, you know?"

"Not that big of a deal?" Jisung said, giving you a funny look. "There's something called the Bro Code, Y/n. I'm not supposed to be dating anyone without the guys knowing, and sisters are supposed to be off-limits!"

You chuckled, when his eyes meet yours, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. "Oh, who cares about that silly little code of yours. Come on, Jisung. Lele won't mind. I'm sure of it."

"Chenle out of all people would definitely mind," Jisung said, raising a finger up with each statement. "One, you're pretty much a whole year younger than me. Two, I'm dating you without any of the guys knowing. And three, you're Chenle's sister. You're Chenle's sister, Y/n! Of course he'll mind!"

You rolled your eyes at the boy and pulled him up to sit next to you. "Jisung~ I'm telling you! Chenle won't mind~! Besides, the idiot had a crush on Renjun's younger cousin for like a year. He can't say anything."

"That was different," Jisung huffed, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Those were Renjun's cousins, not his sisters, and it's not like they were secretly dating now too. Chenle is so gonna kill me."

"Not if I can help it~" you chimed sweetly, crawling over to press a soft kiss on his lips and leaving him blushing furiously. "I love you~ my brother just has to come accept that. When we end up telling them, that is."

"You really think we should tell them?" Jisung asked you nervously as you climbed onto his lap. "Y- Y/n?"

"I think we should," you whispered, cupping his face with your hands. "If you want to. But I love you, and I don't think I'll be able to hide it from them any longer. You, Jisungie?"

Jisung felt his heart melt at the amount of love dripping from your lips as you uttered his name, the nickname he refused to let anyone else use. His eyes turning into beating hearts when they meet your similar ones.

Your lips curled upwards into a sweet, sweet smile, Jisung subconsciously mirroring it with his own. Jisung shook his head and you giggled, the sound echoing in his ears wonderfully.

Unable to bear the straining fondness for you in his chest any longer, Jisung leans in to press his lips against yours, hearing himself hum when you respond immediately to his kiss.

Your legs wrapped around his torso and you fell onto your bed with a soft thud, breaking the kiss to let out a few giggles.

"Shh!" Jisung tsked as you bit your lip to contain your laughs. "We're gonna get caught if we're this noisy!"

"Okay, okay," you grinned, copying his radiant smile. "Now, shut up and kiss me then."

"Good idea," Jisung chuckled, diving back in to press a deeper kiss to your waiting lips.

You wouldn't say you were the best at kissing, with the slight risk of getting caught always bugging you in the back of your head. But this time, along with a few nervous giggles, you seemed not to care for once, feeling the boy hover over you to press feather-light kisses all over your face and down to your jaw.

"So we're telling them tomorrow, right?" Jisung whispered, eyes locked nervously with yours. "Y/n?"

You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, pecking his cheek while doing so and making the flush on his cheeks deepen. You chuckled. "You mean later today, Jisungie."

"That means it'll be alright if I do this then," Jisung hummed, trailing kisses back down to your neck.

"If you do what?" you asked curiously, before letting out a gasp when you feel him suck harshly on your neck. "Park Jisung! What was that?!"

"Just... something," Jisung grinned at you mischieviously, kissing the bruising mark lightly before moving to place another one.

"Jisung, if those things leave marks..." you tried to threaten, failing in your act when a little whimper escapes your lips at his actions. "We- we're gonna be in big, big trouble."

"We're already planning on telling them later," Jisung said with sparkling eyes. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, teeth gently grazing your earlobe. "We can have some fun tonight."

"Hey, Y/n?" the door burst open. "Have you seen Ji– oh, there you are."

"Chenle!" the two of you gasped, Jisung immediately climbing off you with burning cheeks.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" you asked, looking at your brother who had a sleepy smirk on his face. "H- hey! Answer my question!"

"I was looking for Jisung," Chenle yawned. "But he wasn't in the bathroom, nor in the gaming room. Decided to check on you if you saw him."

Chenle eyed you up and down and hummed. "Looks like you two've been busy. I knew you just called him oppa for show."

"I– what?!" you shrieked, throwing one of your pillows at your laughing brother. "Shut up!"

"And... you aren't at all mad?" Jisung asked confusedly, looking to Chenle who made kissy faces at you, much to your annoyance.

"Mad?" Chenle repeated, looking to Jisung this time. "For what?"

"For... uh... finding me in here?" Jisung coughed, blush rising back to his cheeks. "You know, with your sister? You don't have the urge to snap my neck in half?"

"What?" Chenle snorted. "Snap your neck in half for making Y/n happy? Look, I'm just a bit disappointed you didn't tell me about it, but I can never get upset at you two idiots for long."

"So..." Jisung bit his lip, looking to you before looking back at Chenle. "It's alright if we're, uh, let's say–"

"Dating?" Chenle finished with an amused grin, seeing his best friend's face flush red. "Yeah, pretty much figured that out. Also, Renjun and Jeno owe me, Hyuck, and Jaemin hotpot now, so–"

"Wait, you bet on us?!" you asked in disbelief, throwing another pillow at your brother. "You bastards!"

"Oops," Chenle snickered, tossing the pillows back onto your bed. "Anyways, I'm gonna go get some sleep, so you two better not do anything more than kissing. I might just take Jisung's PS4 privileges away next time the guys come over."

"My PS4 privileges?!" Jisung gasped. "Why mine?!"

"What, are you planning on getting them taken?" Chenle teased, making Jisung shut his mouth. "And it's yours because you're the older idiot here, and because Y/nnie gets sister privileges."

Jisung lifted his arms up in exasperation before letting them fall to his sides. "I mean, I don't plan on getting them taken now, but I–"

"Jisung, you idiot," Chenle cut the boy off, throwing a pillow to the younger boy's head. "That's my sister you're talking about, watch it."

"Alright, fine," Jisung said with a snicker, seeing Chenle give him a pointed look. "Nothing will happen. I am the responsible one in the relationship here."

"That is very debatable," Chenle said, making a face. "But I'm serious about it, Park Jisung. Try anything on Y/n and I'm kicking you out."

"Gotcha," Jisung grinned, saluting to his best friend who went out the door.

"Also," Chenle smirked, looking at the marks on your neck. "I think you should cover those up before Dad comes home for dinner later. I don't think he'll be as chill as I am about leaving you and Jisung alone in a room together."

"Y- your Dad's coming over for dinner?!" Jisung said, his jaw dropping as he stared at both you and Chenle in disbelief. "Oh my God..."

"Oops," you grinned sheepishly at him. "Forgot to tell you. He wanted to meet up with you all later today..."

"Ah, shit," Jisung groaned, plopping down onto your bed as Chenle laughed out loud. "Chenle, you are given full permission to snap my neck in half now. Please hurry on with it."

"No can do, bro," Chenle snickered, seeing the look of dismay on Jisung's face as he went out, closing the door behind him. "Y/nnie would kill me if I did. Gotta blast~"

"Y/n, will you–"

"No, Jisung," you sighed, shaking your head as you laid down next to him. "I am not snapping your neck in half for you."

"Well, fuck me then."

"Maybe when we're older."

"Y/n, no–"

[inseongsfoxybae]

My human kitten

Pairing: Boyfriend Zuho + Female Reader; established relationship

Genre: Fluff + a pinch of angst

Warnings: None

Words: +1,2k

Requested by @daeunhye: [...]  so, i'm thinking about requesting about a scenario when Juho and his gf almost got into a fight because of a misunderstanding but quickly reconcilliated because his cats (Huru and Pang/Komppang) suddenly broke something then they laughed and scolded the cats instead of fighting [...]

Author’s message: Hey, babe! Your sweet request is finally here hehe. I was so soft while writing it, so I hope you like it and enjoy readint ti. Thank you so much for this request, Chel, really! Love you, cutie ❤❤ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: Your cats did a mess, but your love can deal with everything :3

look at this cute pie 🥺

You were having a stressful day at work, your mind racing like crazy and you couldn’t wait until your shift was over, so you could grab your things and rush to your boyfriend’s arms. 

Juho sent you a message and at the slightest buzz of your phone made your heart skip some beats at the thought of him caring for you even with his busy schedule. 

Baby, can you buy some cat food before going home? I’ll leave work a bit later today TT

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging up on your lips, though your heart ached a bit with his delay tonight. 

You knew all the favorite foods of your kittens, but seeing so many options made you want to buy some new flavours for them, to help them to grow up stronger and with a diversified appetite. 

Okay, baby, don’t worry. I’ll wait for you for dinner <3, you answered, reaching for your purse before heading to the nearest market. 

As soon as your feet stepped into your apartment, Huru and Pang ran to you, rubbing their little faces and fluffy fur on your legs. 

“Hey, babies! Mom is here with new delicious food for you. Wanna try them while daddy’s not at home”, you patted their heads, chuckling at how his ears perked up at the mention of food. 

They followed you into the kitchen, curious eyes watching you poured the soft ration on their bowls. As your kittens smelled and ate their portions, you heard the keys open the door and heavy footsteps entered your house. Apparently, your boyfriend finished work earlier than planned.

“Hi, love”, Juho smiled at you before getting closer to softly kiss your lips, your sweet “hey” against his mouth. “I see our babies are devouring their food already… Wait, what’s this cat food?”, he inquired analyzing the packaging on top of the island. 

“I thought it would be good for them to try different flavours, so I bought this new one”, you simply answered, watching as how Juho expression changed abruptly. 

“Y/N, you know they always eat the same brand. It was their vet recommendation. Why did you change it?”, Juho questioned you with anger in his eyes. 

“Ju, it’s now a poison, it’s just something different. They won’t die because of this”, you started to get mad too, all your stress hitting you. 

“How do you know that? They could be sick and only God knows what could happen to them after this…”, Juho snorted, reaching for their bowels and throwing the food away. 

“Why did you do that?”, you exclaimed. 

“My cats won’t eat this”, his deep voice was higher now, his tall frame towering over you. 

You were about to complain when the sound of something breaking filled the room. Both of you turned only to see Huru and Pang playing with each other next to a broken vase - the expensive vase Juho’s grandmother had given to you when you moved in together. 

“Shit”, you whispered in disbelief, your breath hitching your throat as your eyes wandered between the broken piece and your boyfriend’s shocked face. 

“Oh no, my parents are gonna kill me… this was a family heirloom… Baby, what do we do?”, he reached out for your hands, desperately waiting for a miracle to happen. 

“I fear we can’t make anything, bae. It's in a thousand pieces now”, you carefully said, trying not to freak him out. 

Juho groaned and turned to stare at your kittens dumbfounded, those big brilliant eyes acting like nothing happened. 

“Baek Huru and Baek Komppang, come here!”, Juho called them with a serious expression. “Look what you’ve done…”, he pointed to the broken vase all over the floor. “Do you know how precious this vase was to our family? It was a special gift my grandma gave to me and to your mommy and now you broke it and act like it was nothing?”, he exclaimed exasperated. 

You could feel his disappointment, but your heart couldn’t ignore when he referred to you as their mommy, jumping in joy at this small word. You got closer to him and put a hand over his shoulder, trying to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, Ju. There’s nothing else we can do now. Take our cats to their beds, I’ll clean this mess”, you softly said. “And you guys… No more messing around today, okay? Go to sleep before your dad scolds you again”, you looked straight to their eyes and they got the message, heading to their place as Juho followed them.

You took the shovel and the broom and focused on gathering all the pieces to avoid causing any accident afterwards, humming a random song while doing the task. Once everything was clean and you turned around, you found your boyfriend looking at you with loving eyes, a small grin on his lips. 

“What?”, you asked, smiling back. 

“Can't I admire my woman's beauty?”, he wondered, getting closer to you. “Give me, I throw this in the trash”, he took the objects out of your hands and did the rest of the job. 

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier”, Juho murmured when he heard your footsteps enter the kitchen. “I didn’t mean it”, his guilty eyes met yours and you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. 

“I know, Ju. You don’t need to worry about it”, you approached him, watching a little pout growing in his mouth. You cupped his face between your hands and pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist. “Let’s take a shower together and cook dinner?”, you asked, nose brushing his as he only hummed in response. 

You took a relaxing shower together, scrubing each other’s body, massaging each other’s scalp and playing with bubbles, your giggles filling the bathroom. 

“Y/N”, Juho called you while drying your hair with a towel, cupping your cheeks and admiring your face. “You’re my special kitten, you know?”, he said softly, both of you smiling.

“Why are you like this all of the sudden?”, you asked, burying your face on his neck, cheeks burning with shyness and love. 

“Because you’re the cutest girlfriend I could ask for and I love more than anything”, he squished your cheeks again. 

“More than Huru and Pang?”, you looked at him playfully suspicious. 

“More than Huru and Pang”, he confessed, chuckling at your surprised eyes. 

“Well, I love you too”, you whispered, eyes closing as Juho kissed your forehead. 

After that, you ate something and went to bed to watch some random videos while talking about your day. You loved listening to Juho bumbling about his routine and the songs he was working on and about his love for all his loved ones: your cats, family, members, friends, Fantasys, you.

And you loved to play with his thin fingers during these moments, your head resting on his chest, his heart steadly beating against your ear. The rise and fall of his rib cages making you feel loved, secure and relaxed, your eyes slowly getting heavier and your mind cloudy, 

You fell asleep right there, snuggling closer and deeper into his body as you felt his arms embracing you warmly. Juho smiled seeing your small sleepy pout, melting in love for you. 

“Good night, my little human kitten”, he mumbled, sweetly kissing the crowd of your head. 

“Night, bae”, you sleepy murmured back, nuzzling your face on his chest. 

Juho chuckled softly and closed his eyes,  quickly falling asleep with you in his arms. And he knew: as long as he has you beside him, everything is going to be alright. 

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 9

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU!Detective Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - None, Fluff-ish

Word Count - 1.5k

Square Filled - Clothes Sharing ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - Surprise, this series lives! So, it has been a loooong time. I wasn't originally planning to post this part today but my college is killing me and I am hardly getting any writing (and reading) done. This was already done and edited so I finally decided to post this today.

A/N 2 - This may seem like a filler chapter but it's not, trust me. It's a very important chapter which plays a crucial part in the next chapters. ENJOY!

Beta'd by the absolute sweetheart @deanwanddamons <3<3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Groaning loudly, Dean dropped his head as you paced around the room, complaining for the hundredth time that night.

“Will you stop?” He grumbled. You came to a halt when you heard his words and turned to look towards him. Throwing a glare his way you continued your pacing .

“Y/N/N, stop it. This isn't going to solve our problem - it'll only annoy the tenants downstairs,” he said and got up from his chair.

“What are we supposed to do? My pacing around is definitely not helping neither is your what, fourth glass of whiskey,” you retorted.

“Third,” Dean said, “this is my third glass and I'm tryin’ to get drunk.”

“We ended up in this situation because we were slacking and this is exactly what we are doing again,” you raised your voice, regretting your decision to stay at Dean’s house with him, “if you won't even try to get out of this situation, I'll be going back to my house tomorrow.”

“You won't stay alone in that house until we catch that son of a bitch,” he said, setting his glass and walking over to you, “it's dangerous.”

You knew it was dangerous considering how the house you had rented in Kansas was destroyed when you had gone back to get your belongings - furniture was thrashed, utensils were broken and clothes were torn, but nothing was stolen. It was clear that Crowley's men were trying to send you a sign to leave their boss alone.

It was Bobby who suggested that staying alone and travelling a few kilometres everyday to discuss the proceedings of the case would be a bad idea since Crowley and Co. were waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause disruption in the case. And knowing how ruthless Crowley could be, murder and kidnapping didn't seem like a far-fetched option for him.

Dean had piped up saying it would be better to stay at his house since he had noticed your house had a weak security system. His other reason was that he had a car, unlike you.

Needless to say, you had reluctantly agreed to stay with the green eyed detective, but deep down inside, you knew that staying with Dean gave you a sense of security and you didn't want to let that go.

“We will figure a way out,” he said, standing a little too close to you.

“How?” You asked the obvious question.

“I have contacted my brother. He will be working as our lawyer to get them to drop the charges. Sammy will be here early morning tomorrow,” he said, removing a stray piece of hair from your face, “but you gotta cool down, sweetheart. Give that pretty little head of yours a little rest.”

“I-I can't. I am freaking out Dean,” you said.

“I know. You have almost bore a hole in the ground by your pacing,” you hit his arm lightly, making him chuckle, “I'm thinkin’ about the case too.”

“Is Sam-will he be able to….this is a critical one,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I have faith in my brother and he can go to hell and back to save me just like I can. Sammy will do anything to help us. Trust me,” he said, putting a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. This simple act worked like a sedative and you calmed down a bit.

“Join me for a drink,” Dean said and strolled his way back to the couch. You followed him and took a seat beside him. Pouring a drink, he handed you the glass.

“One drink. Only.” You said.

“Alright.”

“Who do you think might be the mole?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink

“It can be anyone. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Rufus-”

“Ruby, you,” he nodded, “me.”

“Like I said, it could be anyone,” Dean said.

“Motive?”

“Depends.”

“Do you think we can prove our innocence?” You asked, “the cops kinda caught us red handed and-”

“It's….tough.” Dean said and jumped out of his seat, knocking over the tumbler of ice.

You tilted your head in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” You insisted.

“A few years back, when we were only fledglings in the bureau, Rufus Turner was working Crowley’s case. This information was in the case file that Bobby gave to us. He had arrested two men in his gang but by the time they had got to know about that dick, they had already lost him. He had escaped the feds again,” he explained, flailing his arms all around in excitement.

“Maybe we can find out who those two men were and interrogate them about Crowley,” you said, smiling a little for the first time that night, knowing you had a lead.

“Now all we need is access to those two men's files. FBI is not gonna help us so we have to take matters in our own hands. I’ll call Ash and ask him to find those,” Dean said and ran back to his room to get his phone.

“Ash? What about Charlie?” You asked, when he came back to the room, “And shouldn't you tell Sam first? He is our lawyer and he should be informed about this.”

“It's not like we are gonna interrogate a witness and Ash is a good friend of mine. He is not a fed whereas Charlie works at the bureau and right now we can't trust anyone who works there because we don't know who might be working as a two-faced devil and ratting us out to the God of the Underworld,” Dean said, dialing Ash’s number.

“Ash,” he said when the said man picked up the phone after a few rings.

“Listen, we are kind of in a tricky situation here-oh you heard….not really, we got one week….no it won't….I know you're a busy man, Ash,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, “but we need your help….yeah….the thing is we need access to the old case files related to the drug mafia Crowley….yeah I know that genius….can't you-fine….I owe you one.”

“So?” You asked, hoping for good news.

“Ash will let us know by morning,” he said.

“Can we trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“What do you think you're doing?” Dean asked, raising his brow.

“Relaxin’,” you shrugged, “you should try to relax sometimes.”

“You think you're such a smartass, huh?” He said and plopped down on the couch beside you, making you giggle.

“Thanks for tonight, Winchester,” you turned towards your friend.

“For what? For helping you calm down when you were running around like a headless chicken?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “you know what I mean.”

“I'm here for you. We're in this shit together and I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said as you moved closer to him.

“And I have faith in you.” He pulled you closer and kept your head on his shoulder. He hummed in response. You closed your eyes, sighing loudly, but the sweet moment of coziness was interrupted quickly.

Your eyes flew open, “You son of a bitch, Winchester! Way to ruin a moment! How dare you put ice in my sweatshirt?” Dean laughed out loud.

“First of all, that's my sweatshirt you are wearing and you were looking too peaceful with your head on my shoulder,” he laughed.

“Fuck you!” You growled, and hit his arm hard.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arms. Dean effectively dodged your second attack, “woah, easy there tiger.” By now you were laughing too. As your laughter died down, you looked at Dean and saw him smiling softly at you. You blushed furiously under his strong gaze.

“You hungry?” Dean asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh-huh. Kinda forgot about food today until now.” You said, diverting your eyes.

“I'm thinking about ordering pizza. You okay with that?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said.

Half an hour later, as you were enjoying the delicious pizza and watching some crappy tv trying to put a break on the racing thoughts, you heard Dean speak.

“About earlier,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah. You better be sorry Winchester,” you gave him an annoyed look.

“No, I'm not sorry for that. It was fun,” he laughed.

“No it wasn't,” you said, but failed to hide the smile threatening to take over your face.

“It made you smile,” he pointed out.

“Fine, you're forgiven,” you said as Dean gave you a cheeky grin.

“In all seriousness, what I said earlier, I meant it. I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your skin tingling with an unknown sensation.

“I know,” you said, “I think I should go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us.” Dean nodded as you got up and made your way over to his guest room.

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