#Push notification extension

[the-village-dunce]

guys how do i turn off notifs for a post

[cbeargyu]

hentai

summary: yangyang is a pervert, always looking for any chance to satisfy his dirtiest desires — but he didn’t expect you were on your way to catch him...

pairing: perv!yangyang x fem!reader

genre: smut, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving & m receiving), filming, light dom/sub dynamics, playful teasing.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), language, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, use of camera/recording during sexual act, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, consent implied but not extensively discussed, semi-public implications (camera), soft dom!yangyang, submissive reader moments, mention of fluids, NSFW themes — minors do not interact.

wc: 4,23K

notes: i had this fic in my drafts for a while, but i hadn't finished it. however, i spent the weekend with my boyfriend and didn’t have a chance to continue it, but i’m back now, and here it is😁🫶🏻🔥🩷

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it was saturday night.

yangyang had stayed home that weekend while his friends were out—partying, on dates, or god knows where. he preferred the solitude, the silence of his dark room, the soft hum of his computer screen lighting up his face.

he felt hot. needy. it had been a while since he was this alone—and just the thought of it turned him on even more.

his fingers slowly traced the growing bulge between his thighs while his right hand worked the mouse with precision, scrolling through adult sites, searching for the video that would finally ease the burning tension in his gut.

he freed his erection with a simple pull—pants pushed down to his hips, shirt hiked up just enough.

he started slow, stroking his length up and down. small, breathy moans escaped his lips. he didn’t even bother muting the video; he wanted to hear the actress’ high-pitched whimpers fill the room. leaning back into his chair, he picked up the pace. all he could focus on was the girl’s bouncing breasts and the filthy wet sound of skin slapping against skin as she was pounded from behind.

it felt too good.

he did this almost every night, but tonight... tonight felt different. something about the loneliness, the silence—it made everything more intense.

the video ended, but yangyang wasn’t done. not even close. he clicked through the suggested videos, impatient, and chose another.

his head tipped back as he groaned, completely lost in the heat, the lust curling tight in his stomach, the climax building slowly—deliciously.

he was so close.

until a notification blinked on his screen.

it was a message from you.

“do you have the photos yet?”

ah. the photos.

yangyang had helped you with a photoshoot for your instagram feed a few days ago. nothing serious—just a few soft shots, sweet poses, and since he had a professional camera, it made sense to ask him. all he had to do was connect the camera, transfer the files, do a light edit, and send them over.

like the multitasker he was, he left the video playing, stood up, still hard and hanging, and rummaged through the desk drawer for the camera. with quick hands, he plugged it in. one hand editing your photos, the other wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping with more urgency now. wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him, curses and moans slipping past his lips.

the filthy background noise filled the room—moans, wet smacks, filthy talk.

but his eyes?

his eyes were on you.

on the screen, your soft smile, the way you posed so innocently.

then—another message popped up.

“i’m like three minutes away from your house, lol. gonna stop by to see the pics.”

but yangyang didn’t read it.

lust had swallowed his mind whole. he kept editing. kept jerking. faster. harder. he was almost there, his release right on the edge of his tongue. breath shaky. fingers quick.

until the door burst open.

“hey, yang—!”

white lines shot across his stomach.

his body jerked, muscles tense, panting hard. he turned his head.

and there you were.

frozen.

a hand still on the doorknob, face lit up by the room light, smiling... for half a second.

then the smile vanished.

your eyes dropped. to his cock, still wrapped in his hand. then up—to the screen.

your photo.

from the shoot he took just days ago.

a sharp “SORRY!!” and the slam of the door brought him crashing back to reality.

he sat there, chest rising and falling, his face burning red. a deep crimson shadow spread across his cheeks.

but—fuck. instead of going soft, his cock throbbed even harder. shame only made it worse. the embarrassment turned him on.

he cursed under his breath, yanked his boxers and pants up, slammed a key to mute the sounds, grabbed a tissue, and wiped off the mess on his abdomen.

“y-y/n! w-wait!” he called, fumbling with his clothes, rushing out after you.

there you were—back turned, stiff, humiliated.

and fuck, seeing you like that? it only made him harder.

being caught jerking off?

embarrassing.

but being caught by you?

something else entirely.

you turned, face flushed red. he didn’t know what to say. how the hell was he supposed to explain he was editing your photos while jerking off—but not because of them?

“l-listen, what just happened—it's a misunderstanding. i mean, yeah, i was editing your photos. but i swear i wasn’t doing it because—”

“oh, really? you’re such a pervert! you were jerking off to my pictures!”

“n-no!! it’s not like that—” he stammered, the bulge in his pants making it hard to even think clearly. “i was doing... other stuff,” he emphasized awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

and of course—you had heard the filthy sounds echoing from his room.

“so you weren’t touching yourself because of me?” your voice—soft, tinged with disappointment—cut deeper than a slap.

“n-no... no, i wasn’t…”

“why not?” you said, voice quiet, hurt, maybe even angry.

his eyes widened. what the hell were you saying?

he stared, hoping he hadn’t just imagined it.

but no—you really had said it.

“c-can i… would it be wrong if i asked to see it?” your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. your face turned, avoiding his eyes, your own burning with embarrassment.

“w-what…?”

you crossed your arms with a pout, refusing to say it again. yangyang’s eyes slowly traveled down your body. you were wearing a black off-shoulder long sleeve top that subtly hinted at your cleavage, a short gray denim skirt, and soft white ankle socks. on your feet, kun’s indoor slippers looked comically out of place with the rest of your outfit—but somehow, they added to the charm.

"can you... show me how you do it?" your voice was soft, hesitant.

a curved, wicked smile spread across yangyang’s lips.

"oh no… you’re really perverted. you want to watch your friend touch himself, huh?"

"you did it first!" you snapped back, cheeks burning. "touching yourself to my pictures like it was nothing—"

yangyang chuckled and sat back down on his swivel chair, while you stayed frozen in the middle of the bed, sitting on your knees. he turned the chair to face you, spreading his legs a bit before slowly pulling his pants back down. he lifted his shirt and held the hem with his teeth to keep it from falling.

that move alone made your breath hitch. the way his toned stomach glistened—maybe from earlier—was almost too much to take in.

"i need to get in the mood first… you don’t mind, do you?" he asked with a teasing tone.

you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first—until he turned slightly and played a video on full screen. a blonde girl in seductive lingerie moved sensually on a bed, soon joined by a man whose hands roamed all over her.

"yeah... that’s better," he whispered, but his eyes never left you. even with the explicit video playing, it was clear the thing turning him on most was sitting right in front of him.

he freed himself again, his length thick and veiny, flushed a deep red. you swallowed hard, eyes glued to him.

"y/n, you really are a pervert..." he murmured in a deeper tone as his hand began to move slowly, deliberately. the moans from the video filled the room, mixing with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"i-i’m not..." you whispered, thighs pressing together to ease the growing ache between your legs.

"do you like what you see? because i definitely like what i’m seeing," he said, his voice low and almost dangerous. something warm and wet was starting to pool beneath your panties, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.

your skin broke out in goosebumps when you heard the soft grunts escaping his mouth. his head tilted back slightly, one hand holding up his shirt, the other working between his thighs, faster now.

your bra rubbed against your sensitive nipples, making everything worse. your body felt flushed, hot under your skin, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the room temperature or the way yangyang was looking at you—like he was losing himself in you.

"let me see you, y/n…" he murmured, voice full of need. "touch yourself for me too."

his words felt like a command you couldn’t disobey.

you pulled up your skirt, rolling it up to your waist, you discovered your panties, pastel pink ones, small, with lace and cute little bows.

"fuck..." he groaned the moment he saw you. his hand moved faster, his breathing heavier. "touch yourself. i want to watch you too."

he could see the darker spot forming in the center of your underwear—a clear sign of how turned on you were. your fingers moved gently over the fabric, and you gasped softly at the contact. even the lightest stroke was enough to make you feel weak.

your fingers caressed your sensitive area over the fabric. you gasped at the electric sensation — just the simple touch was enough to make your legs tremble and desire surge through your body.

you kept stroking yourself through the cloth, this time with more intention. spreading your legs a little, you caught a glimpse of yourself in that position — and just the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to yangyang’s length.

“take off your panties, sweetheart.”

you slid your panties aside just enough to reveal your swollen, glistening folds. “god...” yangyang whispered, completely mesmerized. this moment was more intense than any of his fantasies — and his fantasies were wild, as expected from someone so deliciously perverted.

with two fingers, you traced your core from top to bottom, drawing out soft moans of pleasure. when the fabric started to get in the way, you slipped the panties off in one swift motion — a motion yangyang watched breathlessly, swallowing hard as his eyes drank in every second.

now your legs were open, completely exposed before him. your fingers moved frenetically over your clit, already swollen and throbbing, pulsing under every stroke — desperate for your touch, aching for his. you slid lower, teasing your entrance before pushing a finger in, and a loud moan tore from your lips, raw and involuntary.

yangyang mirrored your pace, eyes narrowing with fierce desire. he was close, too close — but he wanted to wait for you. he wanted to fall with you, at the exact same moment.

“put another one in, love. i want to see you with two fingers inside,” he begged, voice cracking with lust.

and because his wishes were commands, you slid in a second finger. your body trembled from the stretch, the overwhelming sensation forcing out helpless moans, as if no one else existed in the world but you and him. it felt too good — the situation, the build-up, the way yangyang was right in front of you, stroking his cock with his jaw clenched, the very sight of it enough to make your mouth water. you needed more. more of him, more of this.

the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. you quickened your rhythm, fingers slick, desperate, chasing the high that had been building endlessly. you wanted to fall over the edge. to unravel. to feel something more.

“y-yanggie... a-ah!!! i'm gonna come—i'm gonna explode, god!” you moaned, body arching as the wet, obscene sounds filled the room. chop, chop. every squelch echoing your pleasure, feeding his hunger. beneath you, a slick pool of arousal formed — a sight that drove yangyang insane.

“let's finish together, baby—let's come together, fuck, yes,” he groaned, increasing his pace despite the ache in his wrist. the pleasure of cumming with you was stronger than the pain. everything around him blurred, adrenaline rushing wild through his veins. and as you clenched your lip between your teeth, trying to hold on just a second longer, he swore he saw the most erotic vision of his life.

your fingers reached as deep as they could go, and in that moment, it felt like you'd touched heaven. a wave of heat flooded your face, your mouth parted, a thin trail of saliva slipping from the corner of your lips. then, without warning, you released — a stream of wetness bursting out of you, your climax crashing through your body, marked by a loud, broken moan that sounded like music to his ears.

he came too, spraying his cum high into the air, staining his pants in the process. but he didn’t care. nothing else mattered. as you collapsed back, breathless and undone, your body trembled with aftershocks — tingling, overstimulated, electric. it had been... perfect. the sight of your best friend touching himself for you, eyes fixed on every movement. and you, touching yourself for him, all the while wishing it was yangyang's fingers inside you instead.

yangyang couldn’t look away. he watched as your juices continued to drip from your pussy, the sight making his mouth water. the hunger hit him hard.

he dove between your legs without a word, burying his face in your soaked heat. his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue slid up your slit, slow and deliberate — hot and hungry. each stroke of his tongue made your body twitch, breath catching in your throat, and you could only gasp, still sensitive, still open for him.

“a-ah!!! y-yanggie—!!!” you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation. it felt so good — too good — but at the same time, incredibly embarrassing. “i-it's dirty there!” you moaned, face flushed deep red from the shame. you instinctively tried to pull away, but his strength was greater than yours. he held you down with ease, his low grunt sending chills down your spine as he leaned in again, so close that even his breath kissed your sensitive center.

“you taste and smell amazing, i still can’t believe you’ve been hiding this part of yourself, y/n…” he murmured against your skin.

his tongue moved deliberately now — gliding over your outer lips, circling your clit, teasing every inch of you. the touches were soft, wet, and slow… extracting the sweetest moans from your mouth. you tried to stifle them with your hands, but he noticed. he noticed everything.

“don’t hide your pretty voice, y/n. i want to hear you,” he growled, voice low and rough. “fuck, i want to hear you scream.”

he looked up at you then — eyes dark, mouth glistening, shamelessly buried between your thighs. the sight alone made your core clench, your heart pound harder. you were so turned on it was dizzying, yet too shy to say it aloud. when his nose grazed your clit, you let out a squeal you didn’t even recognize as your own.

he kept devouring you for minutes that felt like eternity, and somewhere in between your cries, your moans turned into whispers of how good it felt. any traces of embarrassment had melted away. your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, voice barely audible.

“yang…”

“yes, baby?” he murmured, looking up at you with glistening lips and hungry eyes, waiting.

“…i want to suck you,” you whispered, turning your face away in shyness.

he let out a low chuckle, the sound wicked and full of mischief. “you want what? say it clearly, love.”

yangyang was enjoying every second — savoring your flustered expression, your trembling voice. he knew how to ruin you, how to make you squirm with embarrassment… and you felt it, that creeping self-consciousness wrapping around you again, even as desire burned hotter inside.

“i want to suck your cock,” you said — no hesitation, no shame. your voice rang out firm, clear, hungry.

yangyang’s breath hitched, eyes widening at the sudden shift in you — bold, dominant, devastatingly seductive. he felt his cock twitch, throbbing painfully hard at the sight of your confidence, your desire no longer hidden behind flushed cheeks or shy glances.

you pushed him gently back onto the chair, guiding him with soft hands until he sat. then with your hands you leaned on his thighs to make space between them in a very sensual way, facing him, your movements slow and deliberate. your ass remained raised, skirt bunched around your waist, your pussy still glistening and dripping — an open invitation, even as your attention turned entirely to him now.

you slid down between his legs, nestling there like you belonged, hands gliding up his thighs with featherlight touches. his cock stood proud, flushed and wet at the tip, and your fingers traced along his shaft with reverence — worshipful, but teasing.

yangyang swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the chair. the way you looked up at him while stroking him gently… fuck. like he was something sacred, something you'd been dying to taste.

“i want to be good for you, yanggie…” you whispered, voice soaked in lust, in devotion, in something so tender it nearly undid him.

he groaned, one hand reaching to brush your hair back behind your ear, his fingers shaking slightly from anticipation. “you already are, baby… you are so good…”

your tongue flicked out, teasing his tip, collecting the precum before dragging a slow, wet line down the underside of his cock. he let out a low moan, hips bucking slightly, but you pinned him with a firm look — not yet.

you kissed along the base, lips soft and hot against his skin, taking your time, your fingers still stroking him in rhythm. then, with a sinful smile, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to take him in, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact.

“fuck, fuck— y/n…” he hissed, his voice breathless, wrecked. you hummed around him, pleased by the reaction, by the way his thighs tensed and how he gripped your hair just a little tighter.

you wanted to ruin him. you wanted to taste every drop, every sound, every trembling breath that left his mouth.

just as your lips wrapped around him, slow and warm, yangyang reached for the edge of the desk with one hand — the other moved to quietly disconnect the camera, his eyes never leaving you. then, with calm precision, he switched it to video mode, and pressed record.

he had to capture this — you, in all your beauty, in all your power. the way your eyes looked up at him, so hungry and soft at once. the way your lips moved with intention. it was art.

“god… you look so perfect like this,” he murmured, almost reverent, his voice hoarse and low, like the words were being pulled straight from his chest.

you felt your cheeks warm, a wicked little smile tugging at your lips even as you kept him deep in your mouth. you pulled back slowly, your tongue teasing his tip, your hand continuing the rhythm below. then, with a playful glance at the camera in his hand, you adjusted a loose strand of hair behind your ear, tilted your chin slightly — just enough to show your best angle — and asked, sweetly:

“do i look pretty, yanggie?”

your voice was soft, laced with mischief, and your eyes sparkled with the kind of confidence only you could carry mid-act.

he groaned like your words alone could finish him.

“you look... like sin,” he whispered. “like a dream. my dream.”

your lips curled in satisfaction, but you didn’t stop. you dove back in — lips, tongue, hands — working in harmony, now with the knowledge that he was watching you twice: in real time, and through the screen.

you made sure to keep the rhythm steady, purposeful, your movements fluid and mesmerizing. every now and then, you stole a glance at the camera, letting him see your pride, your power. you were putting on a show, but it was real — this was real.

and god, he was falling for you all over again with every second.

his breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as your rhythm became more intense, more focused. you felt it — the way his hips twitched slightly, the soft curses spilling from his lips, his hand tightening around the phone.

“shit, baby— i’m close,” he groaned, voice cracking at the edge of control. “i'm gonna—”

but you pulled back just enough to speak, voice sultry and breathless.

“no… not yet,” you whispered, licking your lips. “i want you to finish inside me.”

his eyes widened, the rawness of your words shooting through him like lightning.

“you sure?” he asked, barely managing the question, his voice all gravel and want.

you nodded, already rising, turning around with a confidence that left him breathless — your skirt still bunched at your waist, your skin glowing in the dim light, your body moving like a dream. slowly, you guided him back inside you, straddling him in reverse cowgirl, your movements fluid and steady, your hands gripping the arms of the chair for balance.

yangyang’s jaw dropped open as you began to move, your back arched, hips rolling — a rhythm both powerful and sensual. he adjusted the camera in his hand, angling it to capture everything: the way you rode him with control, the curve of your spine, the wet sound of your bodies meeting again and again.

“fuck… you’re unreal,” he moaned, the camera shaking slightly in his hand from the way his body trembled. “you feel so good, baby—”

you looked over your shoulder, lips parted, breath heavy, hair a little wild.

“i want you to remember this. every time you watch that video…” you said in a voice barely audible over the rhythm of your bodies, “i want you to remember how i chose this. how i chose you.”

and then you moved faster, your moans turning into whimpers, your body clenching with pleasure. he gripped your waist with his free hand, losing himself in the feeling, the sight, the sound of you falling apart on top of him.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck—” he growled.

“do it,” you whispered. “inside me, yanggie… i want all of you.”

just when you thought you were both about to finish together, yangyang surprised you — his hands gripped your waist and with one fluid movement, he pulled you off him and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. you gasped, startled, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he walked toward the bed.

“not like this,” he murmured against your ear, breath warm, voice hoarse. “i want to see all of you… when we finish.”

he laid you down gently at the edge of the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the fire between your bodies. without letting go of the moment, he tossed the camera aside — it landed somewhere out of sight, still recording, but forgotten. right now, all that existed was you and him.

his eyes never left yours as he aligned himself again, the tension between you snapping like a drawn bow. your hands reached for him, your body arched in invitation. the pace this time was deeper, slower, more intimate — like he was memorizing the way your bodies met, the way your breaths tangled in the space between kisses and gasps.

you whispered his name like a prayer, your nails digging gently into his back, and he answered with soft moans and words you could barely catch — praises, desires, promises tangled in the haze of pleasure.

your legs tightened around him, urging him closer, deeper.

“i’m right there,” he breathed, eyes searching your face. “with you. just hold on…”

you nodded, lost in him — in the feeling, in the heat, in the connection that pulsed stronger than anything else.

and then the moment hit — not just the physical rush, but something bigger, something that made your whole body shiver. your hands clutched at him, your voice trembled, and as he followed right after you, everything around you blurred, melted, disappeared.

for a few moments, there was nothing but silence, breathless and glowing.

he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms without a word. your heart still raced, but it was softer now, steady in his embrace.

as you both got dressed slowly, still catching your breath and feeling the lingering sensitivity, yangyang bent down to pick up the camera from the floor. when he lifted it, he noticed the small red light still blinking.

“it’s still recording,” he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head with a mischievous smile. “guess it caught more than i expected.”

you giggled too, hiding your face with your hands, caught somewhere between embarrassment and excitement. he glanced at the screen for a second before turning to you with that teasing look in his eyes.

“do you want a copy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “i can send it to you… along with your edited photos, of course.”

you bit your lip, amused, and nodded. “what if we upload it?” you teased, winking at him.

yangyang fell silent for a moment, clearly surprised. a light blush crept onto his cheeks, but his smile returned just as quickly.

“only if we keep recording more,” he whispered, stepping closer, his voice low and tempting. “so you can build a full collection… upload whatever you want.”

your laughter blended with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and in that moment, the world shrank to just the two of you—lost in soft jokes, dirty promises, and the thrill of all the hot moments yet to come.

[lucijawriteswords]

losing it | trevor zegras

summary: you and trevor have hit a rough patch recently, with covid and him being away and all, and everything comes to a head over his tournament.

warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! kissing, oral (m receiving). grossly emotional. some fluff. once again relatively tame. once again, unedited. apologies.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: hello hello! firstly, i cannot thank you all enough for your love. i’m absolutely floored. please, continue to let me know how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. it’s all for you anyways. for those of you who love whiny, obedient, indulgent hockey boys, this one is for you. for those of you who prefer the other kind: be patient with me. he’s on the way and he’s worth the wait. yes, the timelines probably don’t line up perfectly. yes, the logistics of everything are off. but you’re probably not here for that ;). i invite you to enjoy this little piece of me. until next time.

18+ below the cut

Z❤️: I don’t think u should come to the tourney

your entire body stilled as you read the message banner on the top of your phone screen. you had to be seeing things. your thumb was shaky as you moved it up to click on the notification. you blamed it on the train.

and there it was. you weren’t seeing things. trevor actually said you shouldn’t go to his tournament.

now, if it was any other tournament, you would’ve probably given in. said yes, settled for just seeing him on facetime. but this was his last time playing for the national team as a junior, a team he had grown up with, a team that was his family, and by extension, yours. you and trevor had been together for years, since you were both fifteen. his friends clowned you two endlessly for it, stating that there was no way it would work out in the big picture, that it was just a teenage thing, and it would end when you guys turned twenty.

you’d never even considered their words until now.

Y/N🌹: wdym?

awful answer, but you truly couldn't figure out what he meant. or rather, if he meant it.

Z❤️: Think I made it pretty clear when I said u shouldn’t come to the tourney. We have the whole covid bubble and I’m not gonna pretend its been sunshine and rainbows w us the past few weeks cause it hasnt

Y/N🌹: ok

Z❤️: Ok? U don’t care?

you scoffed.

Y/N🌹: i care trevor i just don’t wanna argue with you about this. ur obviously pretty convinced i shouldn’t be there so i’m not gonna try and change ur mind abt it

Z❤️: Ok then

Z❤️: I love you

Y/N🌹: i love you more. can we talk more a bit later?

read 4:13pm

you laughed bitterly, trying to ignore the tears stinging your eyes. the screen above the door signaled your stop and you stood, making your way off the train. the boston air was cold, seemingly clawing it’s way through your coat and hoodie and sinking it’s claws into your already wounded heart.

you felt tears, cold on your face. you wiped them away quickly, scolding yourself mentally. get over it, it’s not like he broke up with you. it’s just a tournament. he’ll have more tournaments in his life.

your hand, already cold, seemingly rattled as it pushed the door open to your apartment building. once you were in the elevator, your keys seemed to evade you, playing a game of hide and seek in your bag. huffing in annoyance, you slung the bag off your shoulder, setting it down on the floor of the elevator and rifling through the contents harshly. finally, you located the bastards, seizing them triumphantly, trying with every bit of your being to ignore the usa hockey keychain with his initials on the back. the elevator door ground it’s way open and you stepped out as quickly as possible, muttering to yourself, “hate that fuckin’ elevator.”

the aforementioned bastardized keys jingled loudly as you shoved the correct one into the lock. you twisted it, pushing the door open with your other hand before harshly removing the jesting hunk of metal and tossing it away. the metallic thud and halting of jingling as it landed somewhere was therapeutic to your aching mind.

as you flopped down onto the couch, you realized that all you wanted was to lay down and go to bed. so what if it was only 4:30? it was cold, dead winter in boston, your boyfriend wasn’t home, and you didn’t have anything to do because you didn’t have to pack anymore. you should’ve felt relief, right? no responsibilities, half a month without in person classes, no plane tickets and masks and new, scary airport rules, no name tags around your neck and no girls giggling and groaning right behind you over trevor. but you didn’t feel relief. you’d grown to love the chaos, to understand it and want it. hockey was one of the most important things in trevor’s life, and he was one of the most important things in yours, so hockey became integral to your life too. you learned the ins and outs, befriended his teammates, went to practices and sometimes even dryland, just to see him to what he loved.

it had changed a lot over the past year or so, with him being drafted and then covid. he wasn’t playing in california yet, so there was that, but it was at the forefront of his mind, and you could tell. that’s not to say he wasn’t finding success in college hockey, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. you’d never brought it up until a few weeks ago, when he was about to leave to enter the covid bubble for the juniors tournament. it was the night before he left when you finally brought it up.

two weeks ago

“hey z?”

he lifted his head from whatever he was looking at on his phone. “mhm?”

you walked over and sat down on the couch next to him. “i just want you to know that i’m here for you and you can talk to me.”

his face immediately screwed up and you felt your stomach drop. “what? why’re you saying that? did i do something wrong?” defensive.

you steadied yourself with an inhale. “no, but i just wanted to make sure you knew. i can tell there’s been a lot on your mind recently.”

he scoffed. “yeah, whatever.” his gaze returned to his phone.

“whatever? trevor, are you being serious?”

“yeah, y/n, i am.” he shot back, his gaze fiery as it collided with yours again. “ i’m fine, i don’t know what your deal is.”

“i never said you weren’t fine.”

“no, but you said i don’t seem focused.”

you furrowed your brow and shook your head, incredulous. “i did not say that. i said you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“same difference. what, am i not paying enough attention to you? am i playing poorly? what’s wrong with me now, y/n? what am i failing at? god, you’re stupid sometimes.”

you were stunned, jaw slack as you took in his words. you saw the recognition in his eyes, noticed the way his mouth opened to retract his words and offer a shitty apology, the way his torso rotated towards you and he held up a hand as an ask for forgiveness as he was about to defend himself.

your response was automatic.

“i don’t know why you’re asking what’s wrong with you now because, if i recall, and forgive me if i don’t because i’m so stupid, i’ve said jack shit to you about how much attention you give me or how you play. do you honestly think i care? news flash, i don’t. i don’t fucking care how you play! i don’t care if you don’t score, or get an assist, i wouldn’t fucking care if you didn’t put a single point up all season! because i care about you. i care about if you’re having fun and feeling proud of yourself for how hard you work. i love being able to do it all with you, trevor, but if you’re going to call me stupid for caring about you, i can definitely let you do it on your own.”

it was his turn to be floored.

after a pregnant pause filled with his confused eyes searching your face and your eyes almost letting go of their tears, his voice cut through. “you’re breaking up with me?” you weren’t imagining the tremble in his voice or the watering of his eyes.

“no, trevor, i’m not breaking up with you.” you sniffled, wiping under your eyes with the cuff of your hoodie. his hoodie. “i don’t think i could do that even if i wanted to. i’m just saying you don’t get to be mean to me-” your voice faltered, tears truly flowing now. you tried to keep your sobs inside, feeling the cushion you were on dip as trevor scooted over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you let go, cried into his chest, fingers clutching the back of his sweatshirt. you felt him crying too, the way his back shook and the wetness in the crook of your neck where his head was nestled. you shifted to be on top of him, legs straddling his, but there was nothing sexual about it. you just needed to be as close to him as you could be and you knew he needed you too.

trevor cried and cried and cried. you weren’t even hurt by what he said anymore. you’d known something was bugging him, that his mind wasn’t completely in it, but the way he cried- loud and hard and full of hurt- made you sad. it made you angry.

when you started to feel him twitch and hiccup, gasping for air in between sobs, barely getting air in, you knew your time in silence had ended. “baby, can you look at me?” he just squeezed you tighter and let out another sob into your neck. “honey, please.” he sniffled, reluctantly drawing his face away from your neck. your eyes filled with tears again at the sight of his face: lips and nose red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. you brought your hands to cradle his head, thumbs swiping gently under his eyes. he melted into your touch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, so quiet and tearful you weren’t sure you heard it.

“thank you.” you whispered back, bringing your lips to his forehead and kissing it lightly.

“you’re not stupid. you’re the smartest person i know. i’m just-“ he took a deep breath, willing the tears away from his eyes. “just been really hard lately and i haven’t had an outlet. shouldn't have said that to you. i didn’t mean it.”

“i know, baby. i’m not mad. just wish you hadn’t said it. do you wanna talk?”

he nodded. “yeah, i wanna get it off my chest.”

“i’m listening.”

“i just don’t know if i’m good enough. i’m scared i’m not gonna make it in the league and i’m not gonna do well at worlds. i’m scared i’m gonna let the school team down, scared i’m not doing enough for you or that you’re gonna stop loving me. i don’t know,” he finished with a big sigh.

your eyes searched his face as you formulated an answer. “well, one thing i can promise you is that i’m not gonna stop loving you. and you’re doing more than enough. why do you think that i would stop loving you?”

“i dunno. i’m just in my head.”

“so get out,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood even the littlest bit.

a small smile made its way onto his face. “ha ha.”

“i’m serious, trev. i’m not going to stop loving you. nothing could make me. even if, somehow, life leads us separate ways- and i don’t think it will- i will always have love in my heart for you.”

he nodded with a sniffle, absorbing your words.

while he was in a talking mood, you decided to get the other one out of the way as well. “why’re you so concerned about hockey all of a sudden? you’ve been playing great here, your coaches at camps in california had nothing but good things to say. what’s up?”

“i’m not really sure. i guess i’m just in my head again. i compare myself to other players. like, jack went fucking first overall. he’s not even playing in the tournament because he’s in the nhl. and the guys that are coming, like coley and turcs, they both went above me in the draft. i just- i don’t know. i have the same training and experience and everything as those guys but i feel like i’ll underperform once we all get to the nhl.”

you just nodded, unable to find the right words. you knew how trevor was with hockey. he got in his head and convinced himself he wasn’t good enough even though he was beyond talented.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could muster.

he shakes his head, hair bouncing. “don’t be. not your fault.” a yawn breaks from his mouth.

“tired?” you hum, placing your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him. he lets his head fall sideways and rest on top of yours, his fingers lazily trailing up your sides. he hums an agreement and without another words carries you into the bedroom, sleepy apologies and ‘i love yous’ falling from both of your lips as you drift off.

now

breaking out of your reverie, you realized you were very cold. and your phone had stopped buzzing. standing up with creaky joints, you slipped your phone onto the wireless charger on the coffee table and flipped the heat up a couple degrees, padding into you and trevor’s shared bedroom to grab a sweatshirt.

tugging the garment over your head, you grabbed your favorite soft blanket from the end of the bed and made your way back to the couch to settle in and watch something.

a few minutes into your tv show, your phone screen lit up as it regained its charge, messages and snapchats pouring in.

from one person.

you almost broke the remote with how quickly you slammed the pause button, grabbing your phone with the charger still attached and clutching it tight, immediately opening you and trevor’s messages.

5:07pm

Z❤️: I can talk now if u wanted

Z❤️: Sorry to leave you on read we had a team meeting that I didn’t know about

Y/N🌹: it’s ok

Y/N🌹: should i call u?

Z❤️: Wait one sec

your brows furrowed.

Z❤️: Ok click on this

a banner appeared at the top of your screen from the wallet app:

New Boarding Pass from Southwest Airlines

your heart quite nearly fell out of your body. what kind of joke was he playing at?

Y/N🌹: trev r u serious

Y/N🌹: what kind of joke is this cause i’m not laughing

Z❤️: I’m going to explain everything rn

Y/N🌹: um hell yes you are

Z❤️: Rawr 🐱

despite yourself, a snort escaped your nose.

Y/N🌹: stop being funny and explain

Z❤️: During practice I just wasn’t playing well and a bunch of the guys were chirping me saying ‘how can you keep that bird if you can barely keep a puck’ and other bullshit like that and it just got under my skin

Y/N🌹: t don’t listen to them they’re full of shit

Y/N🌹: you know you’re talented

Z❤️: I know

Z❤️: I miss you so much

Y/N🌹: i miss you more

Y/N🌹: but i don’t understand the ticket. that’s not that bad of a chirp

Z❤️: I just really need you to be here and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it earlier

you smiled, your thumbs flying across the screen of your phone.

Y/N🌹: what airport do i fly into?

Z❤️: It’s all on the boarding pass baby just pack whatever you need for a few weeks cause u change outfits all the time and figure out a ride to the airport

Z❤️: I can order you an uber to the airport?

Y/N🌹: no baby that’s okay you’ve done way more than enough

Y/N🌹: trevor i love you so much

Z❤️: Im not tired I wanna keep talking to you

Z❤️: Can we ft while you pack?

Y/N🌹: you’re perfect

3 days later

the noises of the airport surrounded you as you made your way through the tunnel off the plane, your overfilled carryon and heavy backpack giving your back a run for its money.

waiting by the baggage claim was treacherous. your phone was going crazy in your hand.

Y/N🌹: just landed, waiting by baggage claim

Z❤️: Ok I am outside the baggage claim door

Z❤️: I have a hat and mask on so you might not recognize my wonderful hair or gorgeous face but i have this red and navy usa hky puffer thingy on

Y/N🌹: ur such a weirdo

Y/N🌹: who taught u the word puffer miss girly girl

Z❤️: Shush

Z❤️: Just get your bagggggggggg and come out here I miss you

you smiled at your phone and shut it off, looking at the spinning track, willing your bag to come out quickly.

you bounced impatiently on the balls of your feet as the gray suitcase made its way around, grabbing the handle excitedly and hauling it off the track as it got to you.

the wheels thrummed against the linoleum as you popped the handle up and scurried your way out the door, thanking the employee standing nearby.

the automatic doors squealed on their tracks as your suitcase wheels rattled over the concrete, turning as you exited the doors in a search for trevor. your eyes searched left and right for the navy and red puffer he said he’d be wearing, and when your eyes landed on him, your knees nearly buckled.

“trevor!” you shouted out excitedly, throwing a hand up in the air and waving at him, an unfiltered and toothy and real smile breaking onto your face.

you could practically see him smile even with the mask, walked him step quickly through people until he was clear, then break into a run the last few paces.

his chest collided with you in a bone crushing, devastating hug, a hug that said i’m sorry. i love you. please let me keep loving you. your arms wound around his back, hands digging into his jacket and you buried yourself into him.

“missed you so much, honey. i’m so sorry.” he murmured into your hair, pressing kisses onto your head through the mask.

you nodded, lifting your head from his chest, your eyes meeting. “let’s go to the car, yeah?” you nodded again, following him.

the streets and parking garage were near empty, a strange phenomenon around an airport. trevor’s grip on your hand was tight as he led you to the car, squeezing every now and again, like he couldn’t believe that you were there.

once your bags were in the car and you were sitting next to him in the passenger seat, the atmosphere between you changed drastically. tension shimmered between you two like hot air rising above the blacktop. his hand found its home on your thigh, drawing light circles, making you shiver.

his gaze strayed to you, eyes brimming with something that looked a lot like love, but more like want.

“how far is the hotel?” you breathed out, your true intentions on full display. and why wouldn’t they be?

“bout 45 minutes.” trevor responds, his hand simultaneously moving further up your thigh, nearing your clothed center. you squirmed, crossing your legs, leaning towards him.

“plenty of time, then.” you murmured as you moved your hands towards his zipper, towards what you wanted. you fiddled with the zipper tag, trailing your fingernails across the seam covering his bulge. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he ground out, taking a turn a little to sharp when you scratched your nails down his denim clad thigh.

“or what, z? what’re you gonna do to me? gonna make me pay?” how you would love for him to make you pay.

he whined, the leather of the steering wheel groaning as his grip tightened. “please, baby. please. you’re killing me. i won’t make you pay, ill be so good when we get there, baby, ill do whatever you want.” he sputtered, turning off of the main road onto some side street away for the noise of an inner city airport.

a grin snaked onto your face, finally pulling his zipper down, almost salivating at the sight of this bulge of his pretty cock in his boxers. you shimmied his pants down, fingers digging into his rigid thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh. he huffed out something between a moan and a sob, head lolling to the side. “please, baby, please, just touch me. please, i’ll be good.”

“if you insist.” you cooed evilly, trailing a feather light fingertip over him through his boxers.

incredibly, finally, you took him in your hand, pumping him through his boxers, the soft fabric gliding along him, coaxing a moan from his pretty mouth.

trevor’s eyes, which had never strayed from the road, flared and his hips lifted pathetically in the air, searching for something, anything to relive the ache in his cock.

your core clenched around nothing at the sight of him, of his pathetic and desperate thrusts into the air, at how badly he needed your touch. he was quickly relieved of his boxers as you pushed them down, the fabric bunching around the hem of his pushed down pants. the car slowed to a stop, the noise of then turn signal and his ragged breathing almost comedic, almost shameful, but so, so right.

you looked up at him, the way his jaw clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to play the role of dedicated driver to the cars in the adjacent lanes. an evil grin clawed its way onto your face before you lifted him to your mouth, taking him deeply at once, groaning at the silky, hot skin, the heavy feel of him on your tongue.

"holy fuck-" the car stuttered forward before the brakes were slammed back on, causing his cock to lurch deeper into your mouth, a pathetic whine leaving trevor's lips as he brushed the back of your throat. you just hummed around him, bobbing your head and bracing yourself against the console as the car accelerated slowly into a turn.

a murmured comment of "thank god for tinted windows," or something of that sort, caused you to let a small laugh out of your nose, the muscles in your throat constricting around him. you heard his ragged pants and the sound of his head hitting the headrest as he undoubtedly threw it back.

"baby, i'm gonna lose it, you're killing me." he whined, raising his hips off the seat, the strong muscle of his thigh pushing into your chest.

you simply grinned around his delicious length, pushing your head down till your nose almost met the soft skin at his base before pulling almost all the way off of him, tracing your teeth along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, featherlight and torturous at the same time.

"shit." trevor heaved a sigh, chest caving in as he fought the urge to let go.

you trailed your nails up the taut muscle of his thigh, fingers splaying to anchor yourself. you felt him harden like steel and twitch in your mouth; you could almost smell the release coming over him like a wave, savoring the way his hips rolled and stuttered and finally bucked up into your mouth as he let go with a whimpered "fuck."

you moaned around him, laving your tongue over his now shuddering cock, taking everything he would give you.

"holy shit. holy shit." he whispered, one hand coming down to your head to gently urge you off him, overstimulation crashing over him suddenly and and unbearably.

you just sat back up and licked your lips, drowning in his taste.

"just wait till we get back to the hotel," you chuckled, crossing your legs and turning the radio on.

[eiralunaire]

It was a quiet day in Dick Grayson's apartment. He had returned from a grueling mission and decided to distract himself with one of his favorite activities: looking through magazines related to interior design and photography, his side interests outside of hero work. He had bought a pack of magazines at a store, trusting that the cashier had understood his instructions, and was excited to flip through them.

However, upon opening the first magazine, what he saw perplexed him. They weren't interior designs or stunning landscapes. They were women in lingerie.

"What the...?" Dick muttered, frowning.

He flipped through the pages quickly, thinking he had chosen the wrong magazine. But then, his gaze stopped. There, on one of the center pages, was Reader.

"It can't be..." he whispered, leaning toward the image to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Reader was posing in a black lingerie set, with an air of elegance and confidence that seemed completely opposite to the cold and distant woman he knew from Damian's descriptions. Dick couldn't help but let out an incredulous laugh.

Determined to find out more, Dick looked through the rest of the magazines. To his surprise, Reader appeared in several of them: swimsuits, evening gowns, even in a special edition of wedding dresses. In each of them, Reader posed with the same intensity and professionalism, although some photos showed a more relaxed and playful side, as if she were enjoying the job.

"So this is 'the girl who drives Damian crazy'," he said to himself, with a smile.

But his curiosity didn't stop there. He decided to take photos of the covers and some pages and send them to the Wayne family chat group, which was usually a space to share memes, jokes and casual updates.

Dick: *"Is this what Damian calls 'a potential threat'? Because honestly, she doesn't look that dangerous."*

(He attached several photos of Reader in different outfits.)

The response was not long in coming.

Jason: *"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Damian, you've been found out! Is this why you're not sleeping at night?"*

Tim: *"Who is this? Wait... is this Reader? The same girl Damian's been keeping an eye on for years?"*

Bruce: *"Grayson, why do you have those magazines?"*

Dick: *"It was an accident. But hey, I couldn't keep this gem to myself."*

Jason: *"Jewelry? Damian's probably got a whole collection in his room."*

Damian, who was in the Batcave going over some reports, saw his phone explode with notifications. Upon opening the group, his face went from confusion to absolute anger.

"Grayson!" he growled, suddenly standing up and beginning to type an angry response.

Damian: *"Shut your mouth, Grayson! This has nothing to do with me."*

Dick: *"Relax, little bro. I'm just saying you have good taste. Although, honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done anything about it yet."*

Jason: *"Damian? Doing something romantic? I don't see it."*

Tim: *"This explains a lot... but it also raises more questions."*

That same night, as Damian tried to ignore his brothers' taunts, Dick decided it was time to step in. He knew Damian was too stubborn to admit his feelings for Reader, but he also knew that if no one did something, Damian would end up losing any chance with her.

"I think it's time to give him a push," he muttered to himself, with a mischievous smile.

He grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his contacts until he found Reader's name. Years of working on the Titans and the Hero Network had left him with an extensive contact list.

Dick: *"Hi, Reader. I'm Dick Grayson, Damian's brother. I know this may sound strange, but I think it would be good for you and Damian to talk. There are things that need to be cleared up. I can arrange a neutral meeting if you're interested."*

A few minutes later, Reader's reply came through.

Reader: *"Grayson? Is this some kind of joke?"*

Dick: *"Not at all. I just think you two have unfinished business, and as someone who's seen too much already, I think it would be good for both of you to work it out."*

Reader: *"I'm not interested in talking to him. But thanks for the offer."*

Dick: *"Not even to clarify why he knows so much about your modeling days? Because, believe me, it's given him a lot of... 'inspiration.'"*

Reader's silence was enough for Dick to know he'd hit a nerve.

"This is going to get interesting," he said, preparing himself for the chaos he knew was about to unfold.

[harlotistic]

I didn’t want to hijack that puppy girl post with my foolishness so here I am!!

when zayne first got his puppy girl, he took a few days off so she could get acclimated to her new living space. so now he has to go back to work, zayne doesn’t show it but he is nervous about leaving his pup all alone but she promises to be on her best behaviour.

He ends up coming home later than he expected. he’s expecting his pup to be in her bed, fast asleep like a good girl, she did promise to be good and they always go to bed at the same time.

but as soon as he unlocks his front door, he’s greeted with a huge mess. Her plushies all over the floor. Multiple cups of milk tea on the table (she can only have 1 per day!), open bags of snacks that she started eating but gave up in the middle of it. Zayne even meal prepped for her and she still only ate snacks!

he doesn’t expect his pup to greet him at the door, so he heads to her room first to check on her. her bed is empty. she wasn’t in the living room. he checks the kitchen, no pup. he checks outside, knowing how much she loves that porch swing, no pup. the only other place she can be is his room.

which she was. his pup was in his bed, chewing on his pillow. she missed zayne so much she was taking out her anger on his belongings. zayne doesn’t like getting mad, heart disease or other illnesses blah blah blah. but when zayne takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, it’s clear he’s just a bit… frustrated. His dirty hamper pushed over on the floor, his dirty clothes on his bed. his pup def chewed on his boxers because she liked the way smelled. 

zayne’s like “what are you doing?” There’s stuffing all over the bed, the pillowcase is torn. Her ears perk up as she hears zayne’s voice and she immediately rushing towards him, trying to jump into his arms and give him puppy kisses but zayne places his hands on her shoulders to maintain a distance between them—even if he is happy to see her too. 

“no kisses. you made a mess.” for a minute, her ears droop. and her little pout tugs at his heartstrings because she’s just too cute to be mad at. 

but zayne knows he has to nip this behaviour in the bud. zayne’s scolding her about the mess she’s made, all he gets in return in twitchy ears, head tilts, and a tail that just won’t stop wagging. she’s definitely playing dumb because she knows zayne won’t punish her. 

and it’s so hard to stay upset when she looks so cute. and maybe it’s not a really big mess. and maybe his pup didn’t know what she was doing… zayne finally ends up relenting, falling back on the bed and letting his little puppy give him all the kisses she wants. after all it’s been a long day and all he wants to do is cuddle with his sweet girl and relax. 

(post) i saw your notif in my inbox and had the biggest most diabolical grin known to mankind 👹 thank you for feeding into my love for hybrids hehe (sighing zayne's name dreamily. he is the bestest soft dom ever. also sub but that's for another day) consider this a gift extension of love and freakyness whimsy before i go on smut break.

#1 puppygirl dad

cw. puppy hybrid!reader, use of daddy, size kink, smut, oral, fingering, tba

i definitely see zayne being the softest puppy dad ever as much as he is a neat freak, he is also the softest when it comes to his little puppy girl. you. but he is a man of discipline and restraint. which meant that after cuddles and a good sleep, you were going to have to fix your mess.

zayne would help you get dressed in your cute dress with the apron and hand you a broom, stifling an instinctive heart melted smile at the way you pouted up at him. always pushing to make him tick and relent into that soft smile he reserved for you and your antics.

"come on pup, you know what to do after making a mess. it's only fair that you help dad to clean up."

he'd tell you as he ruffles your hair and heads to the chair to check on the morning news. well...he tried to but the sight of your tail swishing and making your skirt sway, showing the soft cotton of your panties as you busied yourself grumpily was making him feel stuffy. he loosened his tie and ran his fingers through his still slightly mussed from sleep hair. you were so cute and smaller than him. although that was pretty much a given for most people. he worked out, after all. a neat freak, a health freak, and a very much infatuated with you freak.

so, after what felt like a hellish 15 minutes of you wiggling your hips to pick up chewed through laundry and sweeping up after your mess, he decided to help out so that he can sit you on his lap. the place you truly belonged. and there you sat once all was done. you exaggeratedly wipe off the barely there sweat from your brows as if you had done the most toughest of labours. he shook his head, face slightly furrowing in a mix of amusement and annoyance. you were the best at making messes and getting under his skin.

"was it really that exhausting, pup? if i recall correctly, i cleaned up most of it."

"i cleaned up the most, dad!"

you did your best to stifle that bratty smile, he'd give you props for that. the smile that knew what he'd do to make you balance the troubles you've caused him. minutes later, you'd have the hem of your dress bunched and stuffed between your sharp canines, his sleeves rolled to his forearms as his fingers buried in the sticky wetness of your cotton underwear. you were whimpering at the feel of his strong dextrous surgeon fingers rubbing shapes and circles that made you see stars while his other hand held your hips in place as he ground his bulge against you. you could see the scars on his arms and the veins flexing with each move and you swear you would've drooled through the fabric of the dress in your mouth.

"look at you making more messes for daddy to clean up. you're a really mischievous puppy you know that?"

he'd chide against your fluffy ears, nipping at the edge with his teeth. you'd bounce all desperate on his lap, so close to the edge until his fingers would pull away. he'd hover his slick covered fingers in front of you, your sticky juices dripping all shiny down his wrist.

"i'm supposed to be resting on my off days. you know this."

he tuts, pressing the pads of his fingers together to emphasise just how much your pussy had drooled on his hands.

"daddy hff please- i p-promise to be good! please...please let me cum pleaseee!"

you'd whine pathetically, drool absorbed fabric of your dress' hem sticking to your thighs. he'd laugh softly as he peppers kisses on the side of your neck.

"since you've promised...daddy will help you out, hm?"

he cooed, shifting to move you off of his lap and onto the couch. you could see your stains on his lap but he didn't seem to care. the flecks of hazel and green in his eyes swallowed almost entirely as his large palms pressed your thighs open. his face lowers and he licks a line up your drooling cunt, sucking the tip of your puffed up clit.

"let daddy clean this mess for you, sweet pup."

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 34

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Also, Merry Christmas! I'm sorry I've been AWOL for the past few weeks, but I finally got a chance to write again and wanted to get this short part to you before Christmas. It will act as the finale to the first book of A Sweet Mishap - I definitely want to continue writing about this couple, but I think this is a nice way to wrap it up for the year and I'll come back with a sequel in the new year.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, rape, therapy, depression, sex

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I rise early, with the sun like usual despite not having to work today. I refuse to get out of bed until I absolutely have to. But I prop myself up with an obnoxious amount of pillows and drag my laptop over from the empty side of the bed onto my lap. I’m determined to submit all my assessments today before my session with Dr. Katelyn, slowly removing stresses one at a time.

I carefully read through each word and sentence making minor edits as I go and then with a deep breath hit submit on each one. For once, I actually feel highly confident with my essays, knowledge and with the grade that I hope to receive. Despite working myself to the bone all semester with so many priorities to balance I feel I actually managed to submit work that I’m proud of. I attribute it to my steadily improving mental health and clarity.

Once I close down my college tabs I decide to try to do a little planning of my own for the summer. Jensen’s organised so much, a lot that I don’t even know yet–just that he’s got surprises that I’ll like. I grew up in such a small area, yet I know he’s mostly lived in the larger cities, so my plan is to give him more of the country. I research diners and hiking trails and make sure some of my favorite spaces are still operating. The list of things I want to do is extensive, but I know, as much as I want to take the full three months, Stewie will need me back at Mamma Jo’s. He’s agreed to a month so far, but I could tell even that long concerned him. He only agreed becuase he knows he can rely on the juniors, which I promised to train up before I leave Thankfully, most of them have a lot of potential and are fast learners. As I’m searching through sites a Facetime notification pops up and I answer instantly.

“Hey Darlin’! You look comfy.”

“Good morning, Handsome. I am, but there is one thing that would make me comfier…”

“Less than a week and you can fall asleep in my arms every night for a month.”

“Except when we visit my parents…”

“Yeah, except then. But you’ll still be nearby, not a country away.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait! I was actually just researching places I want to take you back home.”

“Really? Any hints?”

I shake my head, “Nope! You’ve got your secrets, I’ve got mine.”

“Fair enough. You got therapy soon?”

“Two hours.”

“They’ll probably need me on set by then. I just wanted to check in while I had a chance.We’re pushing hard to be finished by Friday, I have no doubts. Then there’s just the wrap party that night, then I’ll see you.”

“I wish you could come to my last show…”

“I wish I could show you off at the wrap party. But it’s okay, we get a whole month together in Texas and that means so much more.”

“I really can’t wait. I submitted my assessments this morning, so I’ve just got therapy, a few more shows and my last few shifts at the cafe. I’m counting down each day and each road block. You know I’ve brocken so many of my New Years Resolutions, and I couldn’t be happier. And I owe most of that to you, so thank you.”

“Anything for you. I love seeing that smile on your face, especially knowing I helped put it there. But that’s just it, you’re doing all the work, I’m just here to cheer you on and offer support when you need it. You really are a star, I just want to watch you glow and reignite that spark that others tried to dim.”

I smile at him, then bite my lip as I remember I conversation from my last session with the doctor. “Jens…I thanks…Also, I’ve been meaning to…” He stays ever patient and smiles as I ramble, letting me get there on my own, “I talked to Dr Katelyn last week about my issues with intimacy and some fears, concerns, thoughts about our holiday. I know we’ll be alone alot and likely sharing a bed while we’re at your place and I just…I want to be open to things, but I feel like I’ve never-Nothing’s really ever been on my terms. I’ve always just gone along with what the guy wants. She suggested that maybe I should treat this relationship like a first. Like I’m in highschool and we’re touching each base. Slow and at my pace.”

He nods the whole time. “Of course. Everything is on your terms with me. I’d never push. I’m happy to cuddle, maybe make out and if we don’t have sex during the trip that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel pressured or like I’m expecting anything, because I’m not. I just want to spend time with you. And if you decide it’s too much to sleep in the same bed every night, you can go into the guestroom whenever you want. We can make sure it’s set up nicely for you so you can have a comfortable escape when you need it. A space that’s all yours and I won’t ever go into unless you want me to. We can set it up on the first day if you want. You can choose whatever decor you want.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that. But Jens, what if…What if I want to…you know, have sex at some point?”

“If we get through the first three bases and you are 100 per cent on board and comfortable with going the home run then we tackle that base like all the others. Slow and at your pace. And if we start and you need to stop then you just tell me and we stop, but I’ll be reading all the signs your body gives me and if I think it’s too much I’ll stop it, just like last time.”

I nod, “Okay. Do you mind if I continue to talk to Dr. Kate about it today?”

“I hope you do. But you never need my permission to talk about anything with her. There’s no NDA here, and even if there was it wouldn’t pertain to our relationship. Anything between us is fair game. I think you already know that, but I’ll remind you as much as you need, that will never change.”

“Thanks.” I glance down at the time on my computer screen. “I should start getting ready.”

“Alright, Beautiful. I’ll talk to you tonight. Have a good session and a great day.”

“You too-You have a great-You know what I mean.”

“I do. Bye.” He blows me a kiss as he ends the call and I can’t help but blush. As I drag myself out of the comfy bed and into the shower I think back to that day in December. I really did win the lottery when I accidentally spilt that hot cocoa on him. That was the best sweet mishap I’ve ever made.

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[peachhcs]

sam and will just being soft with each other and maybe it’s just them cuddled in bed talking to each other sleepy?

a soft morning

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a soft, slow, lazy morning with samy and will (an extension of rainy days at the lake house)

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i kind of made this into a blurb, i hope you don’t mind. it’s kind of like a part 3 to my two part lake house story acting as a morning after situation. there’s also a longer imagine i wrote a bit ago that has this similar vibe (sunday mornings) but writing this was so cutie :) as always, send in more requests, i love writing them!

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summer's for the slow mornings

the second the sun began poking through the blinds samy's eyes slowly fluttered open. she could never keep sleeping when the sun shined into her bedroom, cursing her circadian clock. she squinted when the light crossed her eyes and immediately shoved her face back into will's chest who still slept peacefully beside her.

waking will up in the summer wasn't easy. when he didn't have early morning hockey, he slept until noon unless someone woke him up. not even the rising sun bothered the blonde which definitely made samy envy how heavily he slept.

now that she was awake the girl moved around for her phone that was somewhere in the bed. her fingers curled around a device, pulling it towards herself to see if it was hers or will. she smiled when she saw the familiar purple color.

samy readjusted herself against will's chest as she opened up her phone to check her notifications. none were of much an importance, so she headed to instagram. the posts were endless as the youngest hughes scrolled through her feed and tapped through stories. none of it was all too interesting, so samy switched into snapchat just to check how bad her bed head was.

the hickeys littered across her neck caught her off guard for a second. she forgot those were there for a moment until the memories of last night played in her head leaving a small smile on her lips. she carefully examined the ones she could see knowing there was no way she'd be able to hide all of them.

she'd just have to wear them with pride and ignore the chirping from everyone while also avoiding any eye contact with her parents.

the girl got bored of her phone, so she threw it back down on the bed. she got herself more comfortable against her boyfriend so she could play with his hair while waiting for him to wake up. 10:30 wasn't too early, so there was hope the blonde would wake up soon. samy's fingers carefully tangled themselves into will's messy curls in an attempt to make then a little less messy.

she was glad the mullet season was gone for now and he had his normal length back that wasn't too long at the nape of his neck. samy didn't hate when the boys had mullets, but it definitely wasn't her favorite hairstyle of will's.

she'd never tell him that though because then will would never grow his hair out like that ever again and his team would chirp at him for being such a simp.

samy knew how much will valued her opinion on everything and also how much he hated the constant chirping.

her delicate fingers must've woken will up because a few seconds later, the blonde's eyes fluttered open and squinted from the harsh sunlight coming in higher through the half-closed blinds. the boy looked to his right, immediately smiling when he saw samy.

"good morning," the girl grinned softly.

"morning," will's voice came out rough and raspy from sleep. "what time is it?"

"like 10:30," samy answered, gently running her finger up and down his hickey-filled chest.

"so early," he pushed his face into the side of samy's head making her giggle.

"early? it's late," she chuckled.

"early for me," will corrected himself.

samy rolled onto her side so she was facing her boyfriend who hid his face in the pillow when she moved her head away. he looked so cute in samy's eyes. "how'd you sleep?" she wondered.

will finally showed his face again, a lazy smile on his lips, "the best i've slept in months."

"that good, huh?" samy reached out to drag her fingernails across his exposed shoulder. the action had will jumping in surprise before quickly melting into her touch.

"i told you i've been wanting to sleep with you beside me since we got here," the boy mumbled earning a smile from the brunette.

"good thing i kicked hannah out then," samy laughed while will playfully rolled his eyes. he took ahold of the hand dragging across his shoulder to leave gentle kisses on.

his action made a deep blush spread across samy's already rosy cheeks.

"so how badly are things gonna be when we go downstairs?" will wondered meaning the two hadn't seen everyone since yesterday afternoon before their extremely eventful night.

"uhh..i'm not sure. maybe luke kept his mouth shut or they all heard us," samy giggled and her words definitely didn't ease the embarrassment on will's face at the idea of the entire house hearing.

"amazing," the blonde muttered.

"we could just stay here for a bit longer," samy suggested as her boyfriend met her gaze again. a smile danced on his lips while pushing his face closer to hers.

"sounds perfect," the boy mumbled before placing a chaste kiss to her lips and wrapping his arm tighter around her frame.

she curled into him with a content smile and will hummed in response, burying his face into her hair. the couple wrapped themselves up in one another finally feeling like they could be close without someone breathing down their backs every second.

will would lay in bed all day as long as it was with samy.

samy wouldn't ever get tired of being wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms as the sun slowly rose and their friends' voices sounded downstairs as everyone started waking up, ready for another full day of adventures.

[caeloservare]

// There's a lot of new people around and see you, loves, struggle with how rping here works. It's not to judge you! Each person RPing here had to learn it and still some things change over time, so I'm writing this down hoping it'll help with initial navigating RPC.

I found this and it seems like a good source.

An overview my lazy ass can give you is:

Replies go in reblogs.

Trimming the posts (so deleting everything but two replies) is a bit more complicated - usually it needs desktop browser extension like xKit (New or Rewritten, I use Rewritten).

Move the replies - either copy the ask into a new post and @ sender, or after getting a reply to ask make a new post, link the ask-answer post and @ partner.

Tagging posts with #partners url is a good idea, but if it's start of the thread, @ them. Pinging gives notifications.

Replying to asks and posting also gives notifications. Unless it was sent from anon, then it's better to @ sender (usually marked sideblog), so they'll get a notification.

Read people's rules before following.

Don't push on others, but also don't let yourself be pushed on. Boundaries are important.

Don't sweat it. It's a hobby. Use DMs to chat with muns (people running the blog), ask anything, if you're uncertain. Plenty of people here tend to be more or less anxious. No one should ever bite you for reaching out or asking. We're all here for fun \o/

[angustully]

ok so heres what inspired my new 2025 Go Apeshit motto, its fully just me being petty

yesterday at work i saw a sign that someone posted in all the bathrooms on my floor that basically said "@ all boys: stop pissing all over the floor of the stalls" and it made me laugh bc being the janitor that literally mops the piss off the floors everyday, i agreed w the message even tho i had to take them down. so anyway i posted a pic of this sign to my ig story and a friend of a friend who i am not even THAT close with, certainly not close enough for them to feel comfortable doing this-- sent me a way too long message that was basically like "yeah well my partner who has a penis told me that its actually really hard to aim and control the stream flow" and i. lost my fucking mind LOL?!? like literally friend of a friend thats too woke explaining dick anatomy to me and also by extension is belitting me for wanting to complain about a part of my job that just happens way too often?! lol, lmao even! and honestly i had no plans to even reply because just. what the actual fuck. they sent their message at 7:30 fucking AM and i didnt see it until noon because i have push notifs turned off... and this is why!! can you even imagine if i had woken up to that notif on my phone. id kill myself in front of them lmfao. anyway so yeah i DID reply and i was like "yeah so a bathroom you share with your partner is completely different than the unisex stalls of the high school that i work at as a janitor where i do literally mop up piss from the floor every day." and they replied a few hours ago to simply say "wait youre right! that is gross" LIKE........ DUDE. ITS ALMOST LIKE YOU SHOULD HAVE DELETED YOUR ENTIRE MESSAGE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!? so i pushed back AGAIN. and the last msg i sent was "okay so you prob didnt know im a janitor which is fine but im just genuinely perplexed why you felt the need to defend the ppl this sign was about when you knew nothing about the situation. i only posted it bc it made me laugh." like actually i am just gonna start scolding people for not even fucking thinking for a SECOND before or after they type out a long ass stupid ass message just to be like, performatively woke in my dms. lmfao. i truly cannot handle this interaction.

[nbofvoid]

There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays~

Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 1 Prompts: Fake Marriage; Fancy dinner

Warnings: referenced alcohol abuse, background character death, and mentions of a toxic family environments. I don't think they're too in your face, but you never know.

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Techno opens the door, a fruit pop hanging from his mouth and raising an eyebrow.

Dream is standing on the other side which isn't that unusual. They generally treat each other's apartments as extensions of their own even if they still make sure to respect boundaries like locked doors. What is strange is Dream not bounding right past him to perch on the couch or rushing to the bathroom or trying to climb onto one of the counters.

He pulls the popsicle out as he drags Dream inside and closes the door, "So, what's wrong?"

Dream sighs, hand covering the parts of his face not covered by the mask, muttering, "I want to ask you to come with to a thing."

"Sure," Techno says. "When is it and what should I wear?"

There's silence as Dream refuses to pull his face from his hands. Techno frowns, tugs the other to the couch so they can sit down and settles the throw over his shoulders as he settles in to wait out the confusing embarrassment. It's been years since either of them were embarrassed to ask about attending some function, gala, or ceremony together. It makes it easier for both of them. Neither want to deal with the media dragging possible relationships through the mud, the pitfalls of other people's expectations, or the awkwardness of landmine questions on both ends.

"My sister called," Dream finally says, an eye peeking through his fingers. "Our grandfather died."

Techno blinks, chewing on the stick, "Dream, I think a funeral might not be something you want to drag me to."

Dream groans, hand falling as he pulls his legs up, "It's not the funeral. She told me that is going to be in a month cause of everything she has to get ready. I want you to come with for the will reading that's this weekend."

"...That's in two days," he says slowly.

"Yeah," Dream sighs. "She said father's plan was to not tell me and then argue that I clearly didn't care about grandpa since I 'didn't show up for anything' and was 'only included as a mistake' or try to argue it's an outdated will. We're both pretty sure that wouldn't work, but she still wants me to come just in case. I want to go to avoid a court case as much as possible."

Techno stares, thinking of his own family and how trying any of that shit would never be accepted, "That's fucked up, dude."

The laugh Dream lets out is slightly hysterical, "My father kind of hates me. So does pretty much everyone in the family except Drista and grandpa. Which, um, well, that's part of what I want to tell you before you make a decision."

He hums, leaning his head against the couch back.

"So the last time I visited," Dream starts, "was almost nine years ago. I'd left my phone along to help with getting the food in place and Tubbo happened to see some of the push notifications that came through. He was at that age where he was always asking questions which normally isn't that bad, but this time he asked why I had a guy labeled sweetheart in my phone. By yelling it to me from the living room. Everyone heard it and I swear you could hear a the silence from a mile away. And the yelling after it from ten." He presses the heel of his palm into his forehead, "Everyone kicked me from the family that night except Drista and grandpa. They 'didn't want a predator around them'."

"...You know, if you're interested I'm sure dad and mom would adopt you," Techno offers.

It makes Dream crack a smile even as he tries to glare at him, "Let me finish explaining the whole mess. Anyway, the argument was... bad. Like I've been called nicer things by the articles that drag me through the mud, bad. They practically said every line in the homophobic handbook and then some. Some were insistent that since I'd never once shown an interest in boys before, I couldn't be interested in them. A group of them kept saying I just wanted to create drama to tear the family apart since I'd just had that first major hit piece about me get published. Yelling about how I was going to corrupt the kids. Declarations they would have me arrested for molesting my younger cousins. I think one of them said something about getting a rifle and dragging me outside. My father kept screaming about how I must have touched Tubbo while my mother cried about how she 'couldn't have a son corrupted by the devil' which was great."

"You want me to call mom 'cause she'll-"

"PLUS I was yelling back at them," Dream speaks over him. Techno's jaw clicks shut, pressing his hand over his mouth. "I was doing my best to defend myself, but you can't argue with those kinds of people. Like one of their arguments was that I couldn't be gay since I would have brought how a boyfriend by that point which I may have screamed that the whole blow up we were in the middle of was why I hadn't brought my fiance to meet them and that none of them would ever meet him, see our wedding, or ever have a relationship with us. That shut some of them up, but others were still yelling and I was this close" Dream pinches two finger almost touching "to grabbing a knife and stabbing someone so I left. I'd driven cause I couldn't afford the plane ticket so I wasn't stuck there at least."

"Wait," Techno says, sitting up and pinning Dream under narrowed eyes. "Is this when you figured out Sam was cheating on you?"

Dream tilts forward, head falling onto Techno's shoulder and he automatically wraps him in a tight hug, "Yeah."

He hums, rubbing at Dream's back. That particular mess was already a pain in the ass to deal with, though knowing that Dream had just dealt with his entire family ganging up on him does shine a new light on it. He'd been more focused on helping Dream not drink himself to an early grave at the time to wonder about all the details and it simply never occurred to him to ask when Dream was doing better. They'd both grown past Dream's breakup by then.

"...So," Techno breaks the silence. Dream hums but doesn't make a move to say anything and he continues, "Did you ever mention the breakup to your sister or grandfather?"

Dream barks a laugh, pulling back from his shoulder and rubbing at his face, "No. All of it was too raw at the time and I wasn't in a place I could talk about any of it without wanting to drink myself to death. Neither of them brought it up, though, so I'm pretty sure they thought we, like, got a courthouse marriage and I didn't want to risk the chance of any information getting back to the others. Drista's mentioned a few times they've been running themselves in circles trying to find any information and, um, I really don't want to deal with them pressuring me about it."

Techno hums. That should be doable. He'll have to call his parents for some help getting things together. He'll have to explain at least the basics to them and ask his mom for advice on the jewelry they'll need. None of it can be obvious enough reports on either of them would have caught it on camera. Some of it they can get away with just because they are active enough a lot of the traditional pieces would get in the way.

"I get it if you don't want to, I wouldn't want to, and I won't hold it against you. We can keep going like we always have," Dream says, starting to ramble as he wrings his hands in his lap.

He blinks, "Oh. No. I'm down with going. I was just trying to figure out what  jewelry to ask mom to borrow. Gonna have to sell it, right?"

Dream's frozen, staring at him with wide eyes. Techno waits, laughing his head off when Dream launches at him repeating 'thank you' over and over. They'll get through this together and nothing will hurt Dream on his watch.

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Dream is going to die this weekend and it's going to be his own fault.

He's sitting on Techno's parents' living room floor, watching him and his mom go through a huge jewelry box for pieces that will pass them off as married while being easy enough to have missed over the last nine years. She'd been extremely excited as soon as Techno got the start of the situation out and jumped at the chance to decorate them in the traditional gold and gems. His dad's been watching from a chair while offering suggestions.

None of that is why he's going to die, though.

He's going to spend an entire weekend playing spouses with Techno and all that entails. Sharing a bed, holding hands, kisses, the jewelry-

Dream shakes his head, thoughts skittering away from the image of Techno wearing the extensive draping jewelry traditional for such relationships. He knows there's variation in the amount and intricacy, but it's such a tempting idea he really can't let himself think about it right now. He's already going to have to somehow make it through the weekend actually seeing a version of it.

Probably not a good idea to ask the guy he's been in love with for six years to pretend to be his husband, but Techno was the first person that came to mind. He's not even sure if he would have trusted anyone else to know even a portion of the whole situation.

A hand presses lightly on his shoulder, Dream glancing back to see Techno's dad looking down at him with a gentle expression, "Things will work out. And if they don't, you'll have all of us behind you."

He ducks his head, staring at his lap, "I know."

And he does. They've always done things that make him fight back tears because even when he was on good terms with his family, none of them would have done half as much. They were his support after his breakup, blocking his ex when he kept harassing him and as Dream was struggling to not drown in alcohol. They were there cheering for both of them equally when they first made regionals, nationals, their first golds. They helped him move into his own apartment that he's convinced they helped him sign. They always include him in holidays and parties. They're constantly inviting him over for meals and to game nights.

His family didn't raise a finger to help with anything when he was first moving. Only Drista did and she was limited because of her own work. Then, well, the last message he got from anyone other than her or grandpa was someone asking if Dream could hook them up with an in to the entertainment industry two years ago.

"Okay, we've got all the pieces you two will need," Techno's mom says. "Dream dear, come with me. I want to make sure you know how these are done. None of us want you declaring yourself open for a dalliance accidentally."

"Mom. No one would even know that," Techno sighs, fingers already working at pulling his usual piercings out.

She waves a hand, "If any of them decide to play detective, they will. No risks, hun."

Techno smiles, shaking his head slightly as his mom pulls Dream into the bathroom. She gestures for him to sit on the counter, digging out mirrors she positions on the counter. By the time she's done, he can see nearly every part of his head and is seriously wondering how many pieces she grabbed because the box next to him is overflowing.

"I'll make sure these are organized for you before you two leave," she says, rooting through the box and quickly pulling certain ones out. "I'm going to show you how to do the plain ones. They're the easiest to start and if you're just showing up, they'd be the most likely you'd be wearing anyway. The more intricate ones will be up for you two to decide to wear or not and Techno can help with those."

He nods, tipping his head as she guides him to face a certain way. Her hands are steady as they run over Dream's ears, slowly sliding the first one though one of the holes. It feels weird as they reopen, but he's more focused on every move she's making. How the jewelry goes together into a gentle net over hie ear.

She pulls back and Dream tips his head back and forth. His hair covers nearly all of it and the little that is visible is the bottom stud where a single thin chain crops behind the lobe.

"I don't think I've ever seen one this simple," he can't help saying.

She laughs, guiding his head to get his other ear done, "They're usually accents for the others. It's fairly rare to have a couple or individual who's not interested in more decoration."

He hums, watching the second net take shape. It's a little different in the set up given Dream has different piercings on it, but is covered just the same when he shakes his head. The metal feels weird yet he can't help the small twist in his gut. This is going to declare him and Techno a couple. One that is serious and devoted to each other and would die for each other in the really old meaning of it.

"A couple more, dear," she says. "Just two up here" as she slides them into his eyebrow "and one here." Silde through side of his nose.

Dream, really doesn't look that different from when he's making a public appearance. His face is fully exposed, but he's never been shy about wearing his piercings when he's not going to a competition.

"There's a couple necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and torso chains in here," she continues, separating the jewelry when he looks down at the counter. "The number and which ones I'll leave up to you. They're more important when you're wearing the decorated ones and Techno can take care of that."

He nods, watching her for another moment, "Uh, thank you. You really didn't need to do all of this."

"Nonsense. We care about you and we can help so we will. For now it's the jewelry to hopefully avoid more drama than you need." She pauses, looks at him and he's very much reminded that her sister is called 'Lady Death' for a reason. "And if anything happens, you have us behind you. Got it?"

Dream ducks his head, face warm and he can't say anything. Words are stuck in his throat even though he's not sure what he would say to begin with. She smiles, pushing him off the counter and back to the living room.

Techno looks over as he enters. Gold catching the light from along his ears and he can't help tracking the rest of it.

Their jewelry positioning matches near perfectly. Two through the eyebrow, one on the nose, and chains netted along their ears. Techno, though, has two in his lip and what has to be the sort of bracelets and things his mom mentioned. It all looks lovely. Gorgeous. So much more than the times he's seen Techno dressed up before. He wants to see what it would look like if Techno were to wear the more decorated ones. If he were to wear the full body of jewelry. Maybe nothing-

"Looks good, teletubby," Techno drawls, grinning at him when Dream snaps his focus back to the present.

"Jackass." He smiles, feeling off step. He shouldn't be thinking about that kind of thing.

Techno grunts slightly as Dream flops onto the couch, back landing squarely in Techno's lap. He turns to look at the TV. A show he doesn't recognize is playing on it and there's sounds and smells of food cooking in the kitchen.

A hand rests on his knee, warm through his jeans and Dream relaxes into the couch a bit more. Maybe he'll be fine if the worst that happens this weekend is struggling to make words because Techno is so pretty.

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Some AU Notes:

given different cultures have different marriage ceremonies and traditions, i decided to through that into this au. techno's family comes from one that is heavy on the jewelry aspect of things beyond a simple ring and dream's long said he basically wants to piss of his family so using that over a simple ring-

techno's admired dream since before they met which developed into a crush. given dream was in a long term relationship at the time, he was happy to just stay friends then, well, it wasn't a good time to bring it up

is the sam mentioned awesamdude? no clue! it's just a name in this i dropped in because it's what techno would say at that point.

i though it would be funny to make kristen and phil techno's aunt and uncle. they have wilbur and tommy as their adopted kids and they're currently fostering ranboo

speaking of techno's family, his parents would be totally down for tearing dream's family apart. they've done that before with dream's ex and wilbur's bio parents.

I do have some idea for what happens before, during, and after the will reading and if anyone's interested, might post that after the event

[d8nielaa]

hello again! i requested the brody imagine about him giving the notebook to the reader with his number in it and i was wondering if you can do an extension? part 2? of it where reader does call him or texts him and they just go back and forth until one of them decides to just ask the other out and it’s really sweet and they’re just blown away by each other.

thank you 💜

Authors Note: yes yes yes! of course my dear dear anon!

More than words

Brody Grant x fem!reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

It had been a few days since Brody handed you the notebook with his number, the small, scribbled message that had left you smiling more than you’d like to admit. You’d stared at the number for a while before finally deciding what to do with it. The options felt endless—call, text, leave it alone, or risk the awkwardness of it all. But, after thinking it over, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling out your phone one evening.

The idea of actually calling felt too forward. So, you typed out a message instead, your fingers hesitating over the keys as you finally hit send.

You: Hey, Brody. It’s y/n Just wanted to say thanks again for the notebook… I didn’t expect that.

You stared at the screen for what felt like forever, waiting for a response, hoping he wouldn’t think it was too random or awkward. But just as you were starting to overthink everything, your phone buzzed with a reply.

Brody: Hey, y/n! No problem at all. Glad I could make you smile. 😊

You could practically hear his warm, easy smile through the words. You smiled to yourself and typed back.

You: Yeah, definitely made my day. I didn’t expect it to be so sweet, though.

Brody: You’re making me blush over here. 😅 I just thought it was a nice way to get your attention.

Your heart skipped a beat at his casual mention of getting your attention. It felt so effortless, and yet, his words had meant so much more than just a simple “hi.” You paused for a second before replying.

You: Well, you definitely succeeded. I’m glad you did it.

Brody didn’t reply right away. You chewed on your lip for a moment, wondering if maybe you’d said something too forward or if he was just busy. But then your phone lit up with a new notification, and your stomach flipped.

Brody: I’m glad to hear that. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you’d even text back, but I’m happy you did.

You: Why wouldn’t I? It was a pretty cool way to start a conversation.

Brody: True. It was definitely different.

The conversation kept flowing easily after that, the both of you exchanging stories and little snippets about your day. But the whole time, there was this unspoken thing between you two—like you both felt a little more drawn to each other with every message exchanged.

Then, after a while, the conversation began to slow down, like it was drifting toward a natural end. You didn’t want it to end, though. Something inside you wanted to push a little further, but you weren’t sure how.

You: I have to ask, though… what made you decide to give me your number?

It felt bold, but something about Brody made you feel like it would be okay. And just as you hit send, you held your breath.

Brody: Honestly? You seemed like someone I could talk to. You made me laugh when I really needed it, and I figured… why not? I thought we might get along.

The simplicity of it took you by surprise, but it made you smile. It felt so genuine—no games, no pretense, just two people who liked each other’s company.

You: I’m glad you did.

Brody: Me too.

There was another pause, this one longer than the others, and it made your heart race a little. You were both sitting with your phones, wondering what the next step was, whether this would turn into something more than just texting back and forth.

You: So, what now?

The message sat there for a moment. You could almost see him thinking, weighing the decision on the other side. Finally, the three dots appeared again.

Brody: I’ve been thinking about asking you this…

You: What’s that?

You almost held your breath as you waited.

Brody: Would you want to go out sometime? Maybe grab a coffee or dinner?

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. He’d asked. He’d really asked.

You: I’d like that. A lot.

There was a moment of pure, unfiltered excitement on your end. You couldn’t help but feel your heart leap at how simple and sweet it was, like there was no pressure, just the genuine want to spend time with each other.

Brody: Good. I’ll pick the place, but I’m giving you the chance to say no if it’s not your thing.

You: I’m sure whatever you pick will be perfect. I’ll trust you.

Brody: Perfect. It’s a date then.

You paused, your heart skipping a beat. A date. It felt like the moment you’d been waiting for—when the chemistry turned into something more, when words finally became action.

You: Looking forward to it.

And just like that, there it was. The start of something new. Something exciting. The kind of sweet, thoughtful connection you hadn’t expected to fall into so easily, but you were glad you had.

The day of the date:

You stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down your outfit for what felt like the hundredth time. Your heart fluttered nervously in your chest, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. You were going on a date with Brody. You had barely known him a week, but the way he made you feel—so comfortable, so seen—had you feeling like this could be something real.

When you arrived at the spot he’d chosen, a cozy café tucked in a corner of the city, you spotted him immediately. Brody was sitting at a table by the window, his head turned slightly, scanning the room until his eyes landed on you. His face lit up instantly, a smile spreading across his face as he stood to greet you.

“You look amazing,” he said, his voice soft but genuine, his gaze lingering on you with admiration. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m glad you asked,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you at his compliment. You sat down across from him, and just like the messages, the conversation flowed easily. There was no awkwardness, no pressure—just two people enjoying each other’s company.

By the end of the night, when he walked you to your car, there was a moment of silence, the kind where you both felt the connection stronger than ever.

“You know,” Brody started, his voice slightly teasing, “this was really nice. I’m glad we did this.”

You smiled, your hand brushing against his as you both stood by your car. “Me too,” you said, your voice quieter now, more serious. “I’m really glad you texted me.”

Brody took a deep breath, his smile turning a little softer, a little more vulnerable. “I’m glad you didn’t overthink it and actually replied.”

And as he looked at you, there was this look in his eyes, something deeper than before—something that said, without words, that this wasn’t just a fling. It was the beginning of something beautiful.

With a soft laugh, Brody stepped forward and gave you a gentle hug, lingering just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his presence. "I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes," he whispered in your ear.

"Me too," you whispered back.

And as you parted ways, both of you were left with the quiet understanding that, whatever came next, it was going to be something special.

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Authors Note: I want noodles 😥

[iridescent-flowers]

I Never Planned On You (Ao3 Repost)

Banri Settsu x GN!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, some flirting, a silly cafe story

Summary:

Banri Settsu, is the beloved leader of The Autumn Troupe, Mr. Super Ultra Easy Mode, the damn renaissance man, the list goes on. But despite basically living his life on a silver platter, he finds himself acting like a silly school girl fawning over one particularly mysterious Amabi student. Only god knows how this one's gonna go down, given that this man never put so much thought about romantic relationships up until this point.

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Word Count: 3,591

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The ballad of Settsu Banri is anything but a dull tune. In his past, the young man would run so much that he could’ve been mistaken as a speedster from a superhero comic. The only difference was that he wasn’t a hero. He was just a kid running from everything and anything. 

But there was one good thing that came from all of this running. While he thought he was just going in circles running away all the time, it somehow became his chance to find home. A place he needed to be in for him to understand that he should’ve done more to find a challenge, rather than resigning to another win for the day.

That's the short version of it. The story of a reformed delinquent channeling his skills and emotions into better outlets. Accepting a challenge instead of running away from it.

Everytime he thinks about it, he would always put it as a sweet spot between being “eons ago” and “just yesterday”. Sometimes one would outweigh the other depending on what kind of conversation calls for such reminiscence. 

The situation he’s in right now feels mild compared to all of that. He finds himself in, what he thinks to be, a silly predicament which is why he can’t help but laugh at how pathetic the state of his mind is right now. It’s not bad, but it is unusual.

He sat on the seat that he and Tsumugi would often take up at the cafe they loved visiting. Zoning out a little, he comes back to his senses when he hears a ping on his phone. He pulls it out to check the notification that was sent in, finding Tsumugi’s icon on the left side. Beside it, the message he left read: ‘Sorry Banri, but I think I’ll be a little late. A student of mine that I’m tutoring right now asked for an hour extension for today’s session.’

As if on cue, another message came in after Banri finished reading the first text.

‘We can go another time if you’re not in the mood to stick around at the cafe for too long.’

Banri contemplated that last message. But shrugged and typed in… 

‘No prob, I’m still down to chat after your session. I’ll just order a drink while waiting for you.’

In response, he would get a sticker emoji of Kamekichi giving the thumbs up. 

Banri let out a sigh, tutoring was hard that much he was sure of. Eventually he pulled away from his phone and let his eyes wander around the cafe.  He doesn’t really pay much attention to people except for you, this one particular person which, he notices, was there every time he would make his rounds by the place. It seemed to be like that for some time now, a new customer has become a regular at the cafe. 

What made him more curious though was how he realized that, not only were you at the cafe for the most part, but he’d seen you in college from time-to-time. Mostly out in the field or by a small empty table in the library. You were pretty much doing the same thing you’re doing just now. A few materials were sprawled on the table, your eyes laser-focused on the screen before you, your ears preoccupied with flowing music, your one hand had a gentle grip on a mechanical pencil while the other was holding the notebook still. 

Banri stared at you with intent. If he was his old-self, he would never think to understand why people would go into any effort to push through the day the way you always did. But now he would probably applaud you if you two had any aligned interests or opportunity to talk to one another.

He had been thinking about it for some time, about how he wanted to approach you and strike up a conversation. But with the way you always kept yourself preoccupied, he found it hard to and shied away from the idea. It’s a bit crazy to approach her at random, but he wanted to time and time again. Really, it was quite a funny predicament given that he’s experienced worse, but it was still mind muddling to him for some odd reason.

But by some miracle, the moment he pulled his eyes away in fear of getting caught, he noticed that you had taken off your earphones, tossing them aside lightly. You’ve stopped everything to rub your eyes. It’s as if you’ve forced yourself to loosen up. The two of you were just a seat apart diagonally, so he was able to see you more clearly than usual. Of course, considering Banri was making his best effort to look calm and less nosy, he wasn’t able to see how you stared blankly at anywhere but the screen to contemplate on leaving the cafe or staying longer and buying another drink.

Your eyes turn to the task that you’ve pressed pause on, and find yourself resigning to buying another drink. A caffeine type-drink to fuel the tank that’s running on empty. You then told yourself that if you ever began to consider buying a drink for a third time, it probably means you should leave.

Standing up, you let out a noise that ended up being louder than you’d hoped for causing a few people in the seats nearby to stare while Banri just glanced at you casually. 

“Sorry…” you mumble in embarrassment before moving to the cashier counter to give the barista your order.

Banri resumed his little observation project, watching as you order a chocolate and matcha latte. He couldn’t help but take note of the drink you ordered so that he could perhaps buy one for you as a conversation starter in the future. 

As the barista tells you that a waiter would give you your drink like the last time, you bow slightly to thank them for their service. 

It finally hits Banri, to the point that he could’ve sworn that his heart leapt… today was definitely the day to see what your deal was, or at least get to know you more a little bit and kill the curiosity that ate his mind away. He turns to you with a casual smile on his face, nothing that came off as cocky or condescending, it just seemed more cool and polite.

“Exam jitters?” he asked as smoothly as he could, but if he were a bit more honest, he was hoping he didn’t sound stupid. Yes, even Mr. Super Ultra Easy Mode has days where he over thinks his actions, it is a human condition after all.

Now able to get your attention your gaze meets with Banri’s blueberry eyes, a bit caught off guard by the suddenness of his question. You smile to yourself, a little embarrassed at how easy to read you were. 

“Hah… sort of I suppose.” you respond, feeling a bit more willing to indulge the guy talking to you. Maybe it’s the crippling time-pressure, but you feel the need to release at least a little bit of the stress. “My professor in art theory is just impossible. He gave us a reading assignment and paper due by the end of tomorrow… which happened to fall on the day he set a date for a short exam.”

“Jeez, sounds brutal.” was the only thing Banri can respond with. It’s how he would normally respond to someone engaging in conversation with him, but he wonders if he had to act a bit more interested than that. 

“Yeah it sucks, but I signed up for it so I gotta go with it I guess. It’s no midterm or final though so I figured I don’t have to prioritize exam review. I just need to figure out how to actually turn my report outline into paragraphs magically or otherwise.”

That made the guy chuckle a bit. In a weird way, he was happy that things were going well so far in terms of conversation. He still wanted to keep inside voices at the cafe as they kept talking, so he pointed at the vacant seat and table next to you and quietly asked, “May I?”

You shrugged and gestured to the chair. “Free country, man.” you respond in the same volume. So he brought his drink with him and moved to the table in front of him. He sat parallel to where you were sitting, while adjusting his seat so that the both of you can hold a conversation face-to-face. 

“You’re a student in Amabi too right? I see you on campus a lot.” Banri asks you, another query that came out of the blue. Was he changing the subject too quickly? Was he coming off as too bored or too excited? Perhaps creepy? His head really was in a tizzy. If the guys at the dorm could see him now, they’d take this opportunity to tease him about how out of character he was getting. 

“O-oh really?” You let out, still feeling slightly surprised and flustered by the conversation at hand, something the blond hoped wouldn’t happen because he couldn’t tell if you were feeling awkward, annoyed, or creeped out. Why was he so worked up over this? It’s just a little chat. Geez, where did his powerful people-reading skills go off to, and why did it have to be when he was talking to you? 

“Yeah I am, does that mean you are too?” You bounce your question back to him, a bit curious now. Since you were quite the busybody, you hardly took the opportunity to familiarize yourself with faces of people outside of your classes. You’re completely curious and oblivious to the chaos running through the man’s mind right now. 

He hummed in response “It’s kinda why I think I get what you mean. I took art theory last year and yeah, prof’s really something. You need willpower if you wanna live to see the light of day.” as he responded, a very clear thought pops into his mind 

‘Wow… they’re actually cuter up close.’ especially when you perked up with enthusiasm seeing that one other person can relate to your woes. He never knew making someone smile would affect him like this, much less someone he hardly talked to. It’s really embarrassing.

“That’s so true.” You let out a sigh as silence came, you glanced at your work a bit before looking back at him, he was looking down at his phone. It wouldn’t hurt to extend breaktime a little more, right?

“Uh… do you come here often?” You slap yourself a bit thinking about how cliche the question is.

“I’m supposed to be meeting up with a friend from my theater troupe, but he’s just running a little late.”

Your heart raced the moment your brain started forming thoughts, or at least tried to. This fellow uni student was talking to you out of nowhere. He was good-looking as you’ve observed, and was weirdly familiar. Since he mentioned he was in a theater troupe, it sort of made a bit more sense that he’d be one of those familiar looking faces, but you wanted to pry a bit more if you could to see if you actually did know him.

“Woah you must be crazy skilled to be doing theater and attending college!”

Banri let out a half-hearted laugh when you broke out the compliment, maybe as a jab to himself knowing that what you said was spot-on. 

“It’s actually why I decided to study in Amabi to begin with,” he said. It’s not too much information and it’s not less either. It’s just a balance of the two because he really didn’t want to scare you off.

“What troupe do you work for? I’ve seen a few shows in Veludo, but I don’t think I was able to see your shows.”

“It’s a small company actually… Mankai Company.” The moment you hear the name it felt like the last piece of a puzzle fell into place. 

“Crap wait… I’m super dumb! You’re from Autumn Troupe right? Settsu Banri.”

He nods in a cool mannerism, moving his chin slightly upward in one swift movement while you snap your fingers in response to guessing correctly.

“My god! I’m seriously sorry I didn’t pick up on it sooner, especially with the word of mouth often being about you around campus.”

“Nah it’s cool, it’s not like I wanna announce to the world who I am or anythin’”

“Still though I feel a bit bad for having it go over my head the way it did.” You laugh nervously, causing Banri to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Well in that case… I’ll accept your apology if you don’t mind giving me your name?”

He knows that that was pretty slick, but at the same time he hopes that it isn’t making you uncomfortable. He got worried as he saw your eyebrows furrow and your lips form a smile of what he thinks is discomfort. 

Shit, did he blow it? Hopefully not because it’s just a name right? He really wants to get to know you and try asking you out if possible. He was flustered but at least he’s good at hiding it.

The moment he heard you giggle though, he felt relief washing over him and heat rise to his cheeks. Really, is everything he’s good at flying out the window today? He hopes he was just feeling hot and not actually blushing before your eyes.

You let out a flustered response not knowing how to word the answer “it's… my… y/n.” 

He subtly mimicked the way you stuttered so that it didn’t come off as completely insulting “what’s the matter, you’re not sure?”

“N-no I’m sure… It’s just that, you’re a really straightforward person aren’t you?”

“Am I?” 

“Not that I mind,” you defend yourself quickly “I mean... It probably means that you’re an honest guy or something.”

It was Banri’s turn to have his lips curl into a smile. Anyone that knew him would know that it was the kind of smile that he reserved for the most significant people in his life. Even though he doesn't pick up on this, he just thinks it’s a simple smile because of the compliment.

“God… I’m really all over the place today huh” He hears you mumble, but he was focused on being too smitten. If he could mention it though, he’d love to bring up how your face looked even more beautifully up close. His vision romanticized this moment, the gentle orange glow of cafe lights shone softly on your skin, the way brown hugged you and the rest of his surroundings… it weirdly felt like a gift from the universe, as silly as it sounds. 

“It’s all good, no worries.” he says in a gentle voice… oh he really had it bad for you.

The conversation goes longer than intended. At some point he even offered to help you out with the paper a little bit to help you relax more, to which you gladly accepted in desperation. To you, he was an ultimate godsend lifting a bit of the weight off your back. Under 15 minutes, you managed to get half of the paper done. You never pictured him as the generous type, and you were right.

“Thanks so much, I honestly dreaded writing the rest of this paper until you came along.”

“Just wanted to be a good Samaritan for a fellow Amabi student.”

“Hmm… Sounds suspect.”

This was his chance, he smirked to himself being able to come this far than just ogling at you from a distance like he usually did.

“Okay maybe I lied… just a bit, I was planning on asking you for a favor afterwards.”

“Oohkay…?” you sounded out jokingly 

“My next play’s opening next week, I’d appreciate it if you could support me and my troupe on the first day.”

“Ah yeah, of course! I’ve actually been meaning to watch some of the Mankai plays for some time, but ended up either busy or forgetting to.” Banri smiles at how lovely your response was. 

“If you’re also up for it… we could hang out after the last show of the day, I’m not too busy and we usually wrap up by 6 pm.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Banri nearly stammers, but catches himself before he does. He doesn’t expect you to pick up on what he was asking of you so quickly so his eyes shifted from being composed to completely panicked for a nanosecond. Your eyebrows shift expectantly.

“Is it wrong to?”

“Not at all, I’m absolutely game.”

Feeling more composed after your reply, he smirks. this must be beginner’s luck given you were quite a catch in his eyes. Still... As much as it made sense that asking you out went pretty well, he somehow believed he could do better to impress you more. 

You suddenly realize how late it has gotten as the sun has sunken completely, dimming the sky and welcoming the moon.

“Oh, I should probably head out since it’s getting late. How about we swap numbers and continue chatting there?”

“Seems I’m not the only straightforward person between the both of us.”

“W-well! If you don’t want to, that's ok too-”

“Hey now, I never said I didn’t wanna give you my number.”

He reaches for the notebook that was nearest to him before taking your pen and scribbling on the corner of a fresh notebook page. When he finished, he slid the notebook right back to you.

“There you go.” you smile, taking the notebook and keeping it with the rest of the materials you brought out, including your laptop.

“I don’t want to rip pages out of my notebook so I hope this napkin does it.” You grab the pen from the table and begin to jot down your number as gently as you could on the napkin that usually came with the drinks sold by the cafe. Then, carefully, you fold it and hold it out for him to which he gladly accepts and places it in one of his pockets.

You check the time on your phone, “I still have the other two activities to worry about.” You let out a sigh before zipping up your bag and turning to leave.

“Oh uh… thanks for today again.” you give a shy smile and waved goodbye, truly the infectious type given that Banri smiles back. It was as if you were like sunshine on the coldest day.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He says, causing you to smile wider and leave the cafe with a skip in your step. He continues to watch you until you leave his line of sight. He calmed down after that.

He let out a sigh and leaned back against his chair. Arms up and legs crossed in celebration of this moment. Then, out of great timing, he spots ablur that looked to be Tsumugi. Finally.

He rushed as he entered the establishment, looking around until he found Banri's seat. He gestures to Banri.

“Banri! So sorry I’m late, another thing came up at the last minute, but it seems my message didn’t send anything detailing everything.” 

“Eh… no biggie, really. I just talked to someone while waiting for you.”

“Huh? Who?”

“I’ll say the rest of the details later, you should probably go first since it sounds like today’s been rough Tsumugi-sensei.” Tsumugi let out a defeated and embarrassed laugh as the two continued to catch each other up to speed.

Eventually they took their conversation outside of the cafe. They had to head back to the dorm early to catch Omi’s cooking fresh from the stove after all. While walking home, Banri would explain what went down the three hours he was waiting for Tsumugi. Tsumugi, being the mature and good friend he is, listened with intent and enthusiasm.

“From the way you talk about them, they sound nice.”

In the back of his mind, Banri couldn’t help but think ‘they’re more than just nice…’ but he wanted to keep his thoughts to himself since he didn’t like rambling too much. That, and he wanted to keep the rest of the smaller details to himself since they’re more significant.

It was absolutely crazy honestly. Banri would get admirers left and right, but out of all of the options that had come and gone, he chose you to try and envision a relationship with. Maybe it’s too soon to think about it now, especially since he isn’t sure about how long the both of you would last.

‘Baby steps man, baby steps’ He said to himself, maybe he’ll start to throw in more compliments and do a bit more flirting when they’re at a more comfortable level in their relationship…whether or not you skip the friendship phase, a relationship is also built on comfort and trust. Something in him begs to earn it. 

He looked at the buildings that lined the road at night. At this time, neon signs started lighting up the night. The radiant blend of pink and red neon signs displayed at the front of the stores illuminated him. He smiled that special smile again feeling great as he recalled all the events that occurred in the past three hours.

He did have a hunch, however. Maybe… just maybe… he might be able to pull this off. 

"Yeah... I guess they are." He laughs to himself.

Life is quite unpredictable, huh?

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Day Two - Volunteer @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 754 words

<<<Previous Part

Marlene spent the majority of the train ride lost in thought. She hadn’t intended to contact Dorcas when she reached London since she assumed that a brilliant woman like her had already moved on. Unfortunately, now that Sirius put the idea in her mind, it was impossible to ignore.

What if I see her with someone else?

As the dread washed over her, Marlene steeled herself against it. She needed to be prepared for anything. Even if she didn’t purposefully track Dorcas down, there was always a chance they’d run into each other. A small chance, but still possible.

Since when do I volunteer for heartbreak?

Suddenly, James waved a hand in front of her face to catch her attention. She pulled her ear buds out and lifted her eyebrows in question.

“We’re nearly there, Marls,” he said quietly, nodding toward the window. James turned to nudge his boyfriend, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Marlene stared at the city skyline that she’d left behind a year ago with a mixture of regret and resignation. No matter what happened this week, nostalgia was likely to choke her up at every turn. London would always be synonymous with Dorcas in her mind and heart. This city was theirs, until it wasn’t.

“Hmm?” Regulus mumbled sleepily. “Already?”

James whispered to him as he gently smoothed the dark hair from his face. When Regulus opened his eyes, he simply stared at James blankly for a full minute before recognition visibly dawned on his face.

“We’re home?”

“No,” James said with a cheeky grin. “We’re in London to pick up your things. Home is in Edinburgh.”

Regulus blinked slowly, but didn’t react. “Oh.”

James’s grin widened as he continued teasing his incoherent boyfriend with a litany of increasingly absurd comments about their long-term plans. Marlene couldn’t help but grin at the mystified expression that spread over Regulus’s face. He appeared to be caught between mild fascination and bleary-eyed confusion as he stared at James.

“I don’t remember agreeing to move in with you,” Regulus said, shaking his head clear. His tone turned sharp as he caught on. “Wait, did you just say we were getting a pet monkey? James.”

Laughing, James ducked his head to avoid the annoyed glare from his boyfriend. “It was the monkey that did it? Not the wedding in Venice?”

Regulus’s cheeks flushed pink as he swatted James’s shoulder. “Hush. That’s enough talking for you.”

Marlene tossed her ear buds into her bag and readied herself to leave. She was happy for James, and Regulus by extension for finding James, but it wasn’t easy to watch them be happy. Particularly when their banter reminded her so much of what she had and lost. Marlene thought Dorcas would like Regulus, actually. She appreciated snarky people the way Marlene appreciated athletes, like was drawn to like.

As she shifted to one side to shove her phone in her pocket, it pinged with a notification. After scanning the screen, she smiled. Lily and Pandora were waiting at the station to meet them.

When the train pulled in, she popped up from her seat and allowed the slowing momentum of the train to push at her body. It centred her and shook the fuzzies from her brain. “Ready, James?”

“I was born ready,” he teased, joining her with a knapsack slung over his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

They pressed through the crowd eagerly, but James was quickly waylaid in his attempts to protect Regulus from the wild elbows and crush of backpacks unknowingly shoved about. It was amazing how little spatial awareness people had with large bags. Marlene ignored it, too busy searching for the magnificent pile of red hair that should set Lily apart.

“Marlene!” a voice shouted excitedly. “Over here!”

The moment her gaze connected with the couple, Marlene’s shoulders sagged with relief. Marlene adored James, but she never felt more herself than when she was surrounded by women. Particularly beautiful and clever women like Pandora and Lily.

“You made it!” Pandora cheered, shimmying through the crowd with her girlfriend on her heels.

When they hugged her tight, Marlene allowed herself to relax fully. She’d missed this. Every day at the ice rink she was surrounded by testosterone and male-centred conversation. To be enfolded in the arms of femininity was a welcome respite. They both smelled so bloody good!

“We have a surprise for you,” Lily whispered in her ear. “Do you want to know now, or wait and see?”

“Wait and see.” Marlene leaned into her soft embrace and smiled. “I love surprises.”

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 25: Henry & the Bad Girl, Part 2

~Big Putts Golf Course~

The Wall Dogs had returned to Swellview's best golf course to finish what they had tried to start the previous night. With no Captain Man or Kid Danger in sight, they rapidly got to work in tagging and defacing the windmill.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, check this out." One of them caught the attention of the others as they noticed Veronika returning to the group, only she wasn't alone. She had Kid Danger by her side.

"Surprise" She smirked at her gang, who scowled as Henry nervously shuffled behind her. 'Just stick to the plan.' He repeated in his head, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Hello, everyone." He waved at the criminals, but they just looked at the two teens in irritated confusion.

"Wait, what?" They all asked, wondering why their teammate would bring the enemy to them.

"so, uh..." Henry looked at Veronika for reassurance.

"Oh, that's T-Paint, Two Canz, Beonspray..." She started to name all of her friends, which stressed them out big time.

"Veronika!" A boy scolded her.

"What?" The girl replied in an annoyed tone. She didn't like it when she was interrupted.

"He's Captain Man's budge." The dude said, and the Wall Dogs angrily pointed at the teen superhero.

"Hey! I'm a lot more than Captain Man's budge! For example, I'm good at tennis, I make excellent tacos." Henry told them, offended that they just saw him as an extension of his boss.

"What if he tells Captain Man where we are?" The boy from before interrogated, glancing at Kid Danger with distrust.

"He won't. I just watched him fight Captain Man and push him down a mountain. I'd be in jail right now if it wasn't for him." Veronika explained, trying to convince her friends that Henry no longer had any allegiance to Ray.

"So, what are you saying now? You're not Captain Man's budge anymore?" The guy asked, still not accepting that the sidekick would betray Swellview's favourite crime fighter.

"Nope. I think it's awesome how you guys go around, painting stuff like that all over the city." The kid smiled, hoping that he sounded sincere enough that Veronika and her Wall Dog chums would believe him.

"Wait! You seriously gonna let Wonder Boy roll with us?" A girl in a glittery mask piped up.

"I don't know." The boy answered, looking between Henry and Veronika with misapprehension.

"He's my friend. You don't tell me what to do." Veronika stood up to the boy, trying to be assertive and confident.

"No. But Van Del does. Call him." He replied and a Wall Dog took out his cell so they could speak to their leader. This was the start of Henry's plan to worm his way into the heart of the Wall Dog's lair. However, the wall dog who made the phone call wasn't particularly bright, and he rang the boy who gave the order. Ah, jeez, this was going to be harder than he thought.

~The Man-Cave~

Charlotte made her way down from Junk-N-Stuff, having received a notification up in the store that Ray had returned. However, what she was greeted with as she stepped out of the elevator, told her that mission hadn't gone smoothly.

Firstly, Henry was nowhere in sight, which made nerves settle in her stomach as she got the impression that something was wrong. (y/n) was crying, Ray was filthy and the way the woman had her head in her hands with Ray cradling her shaking frame made her pale as she tentatively walked over to them.

"How'd it go?" She asked the adults timidly, causing Ray to sigh and (y/n) to look at her with bloodshot eyes. Did she dare tell the girl that her best friend had betrayed them for a stupid gang of miscreants?

"Not great." She whispered hoarsely, wiping her eyes quickly and drying her face in an attempt to pull herself together so Charlotte didn't have to see her cry. The girl didn't need to see her problems.

"Well, what happened? And why are you all dirty?" Charlotte asked, as (y/n) went over to the computer so she could make herself useful. Work was always the best distraction for when her heart was aching.

"'Cause I just went tumbling down a giant mountain, and a mountain is basically one big pile of dirt in the shape of a mountain." Ray answered, trying to keep his voice low so his best friend wouldn't get more upset. He'd already put her through even, he didn't want to make things worse. The large man put a warm hand on (y/n)'s shoulder as she began to track Henry's location. When she got her hands on the good-for-nothing, lying little shit, she'd...probably burst into tears at how hurt she was.

"We've gotta locate Henry." Ray whispered in her ear, his dulcet tone relaxing her into the chair so she could be nearer to his body.

"I'm on it. Schwoz!" The woman yelled, but her voice was still a little strained from her emotion.

"SCHWOZ!!!!" Charlotte bellowed, helping out her friend with her powerful voice. 

"Thanks for that." She said to both the girl and Ray, who had covered her ears to stop her from jumping at the deafening noise. 

"What? What?" A half-naked Schwoz shouted as he came out from the back of the Man Cave, draped only with a pink towel around his waist and shoulders. He was dripping wet and covered in suds, so it took no genius to work out where he had been.

"I was in the shower." The man whined, goosebumps rising on his body as the cold air of the main room stung his wet skin.

"Come help us locate Henry," Ray instructed him, making the small man waddle over, his bare feet slapping on the marble floors.

"Why, what happened?" Schwoz asked, wondering why they'd need to find the boy when they could just call him.

"Ray put the secret tracking device on him, but it's not finding the location." (y/n) told him, standing up so her friend could sit down.

"It's okay, I fix," Schwoz reassured her, ensuring that he didn't knock her confidence. She was clever, brilliant in fact, but she was often so unsure of herself that she questioned her intelligence and capability. The woman stood next to Ray, who was perfectly happy to let Schwoz take over, after all, it meant that he could put his arm around her and pull her into his side.

"Oh, sweet cheese." The girls and Ray gagged as they saw Schwoz's back hair, causing the three of them to step back.

"So, where is he?" The man asked the genius as the signal began to triangulate on Henry's location. 

"It takes time to triangulate his location." Schwoz snapped, (y/n) resting her head on Ray's pec. A strange noise came from the shower, which confused everyone because it sounded just like a pig. WHat had Schwoz been doing in there?

A soapy pig ran out from the shower, making Ray, Charlotte and (y/n) look at it in shock.

"I'll be there in a minute!" Schwoz told the pig, which seemed to satisfy the pig into returning to the back of the Man Cave.

"You were in the shower with your pig?" Charlotte asked him incredulously.

"She has to get clean too." The little man told her, not seeing how (y/n) stared at him with an annoyed expression. A goddamn pig in the showers that she had to clean? Oh, hell no.

"Yeah, she gets clean outside where I don't have to mop down any pig gunge." She hissed, now knowing why Schwoz's shower always smelt funny.

"She has no gunge." He whined, thinking that his pig was perfect and pristine.

"Get that pig out of that shower or we'll be having sausages for dinner tomorrow." (y/n)smiled at him sweetly, but her words scared the living daylights out of Schwoz, resulting in him slipping and sliding across the floor so he could get his pig out of her way. 

~Van Del's layer~

The crazed criminal, Van Del, was busying shooting paintballs at several pinups of Captain Man, his sworn enemy. 

"Van Del?" A nervous minion asked him, not wanting to upset his boss by rudely interrupting him.

"I'm busy painting." The 'artist' groaned, firing at a photo and landing a scarlet splatter right on Captain Man's nose.

"But Spray-Z wants to talk to you." The boy told him, making Van Del sigh and point his paint gun at him.

"Give me the phone, now go stir the paint before I throw you into it." He groaned, making the minion dash off to a large vat of bubbling red paint.

"Talk." Van Del said into the phone, resuming his assault on another pic of Ray.

"Kid Danger's here." One of the Wall Dogs at the golf course reported, piquing his boss's interest.

"Put him on the phone." Van Del ordered, adamant that he should get to talk to the superhero.

"Van Del?" Henry asked, pleasing the criminal exponentially. It wasn't often he got to converse with his enemy's sidekick.

"Kid Danger. I hear your boss wants me in prison." He seethed into his cell, firing at Captain Man's portrait again.

"Well...maybe Captain Man's not my boss anymore." Henry told him, intriguing the Wall Dogs around him and their leader on the other end of the line.

"Interesting. Put Spray-Z on the phone." He ordered the boy, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"It's me," Spray-Z answered after a small kerfuffle over Henry not knowing which Wall Dog was which.

"Did you search Kid Danger?" Van Del interrogated his minion.

"Search him for what?" Spray-Z replied, not being the smartest Wall Dog in the gang.

"Oh, I don't know, meatballs and bikini tops?" His boss said sarcastically, but the dumb kid couldn't read between the lines to see that he was joking. He gave the order, endlessly irritating Van Del.

"Spray Z. Spray-Z!" He yelled down the phone.

"What's up?" The boy asked, wondering what the man wanted now.

"Search him for weapons, recording devices, things like that." The criminal spelt it out plainly so the goon would get the picture.

"Ah, right, right." Spray-Z hit the side of his head, trying to get his head in the game.

"And, use the wand." Van Del added, so the gang did as they were told. Seizing Henry, Veronika waved a hand-held metal detector over his costume, looking for anything that could be used against them. Coming to his utility belt, the wand turned from green to red, indicating that Henry had something...suspicious on him.

"What you got in there?" Two Canz asked him, to which Henry looked at her cooly.

"Nothing but rock hard abs." He sassed her, but the girl wasn't in the mood for games.

"Check his belt buckle." She ordered the guy holding him, so he fiddled around with the metal buckle until he found a blinking microchip thing.

"I swear I didn't know that was in there." He stuttered, hoping that they'd buy it. Snatching the tiny device from the dude's fingers, Two-Canz studied it closely.

"It's a tracking device!" She hissed.

"Captain Man must've put it there! That jerk!" He lied, desperately praying that the plan hadn't just majorly backfired.

~Back in the Man Cave~

Schwoz had scurried back to his seat after moving the pig from the shower and was now trying to secure a fix on Henry. 

"Why can't you find Henry?" Charlotte questioned him, as Ray paced back and forth nervously. Had he been found out? Had their plan failed? Had the Wall Dogs done something to him?

"I told you it takes time!" Schwoz reiterated his point from earlier, frustrating Ray.

"Time is the one thing we don't have." The large man growled, leaning over (y/n) as she crouched down to help Schwoz.

"Well, time and machines that poop gold, we also don't have gold." (y/n) joked to slice through the tension that was rapidly building.

~Big Putts Golf Course~

"All right, if you really didn't know about this tracking device, then bust it up." A Wall Dog instructed Henry, wanting to see the kid break his final tie to Captain Man. Veronika passed him a hammer as Henry internally cursed what he was about to do.

"Okay. But I don't need this." He told the guy, chucking the hammer into Spray-Z's stomach.

"Check this out." He said to the group, throwing the tracking device upwards and shooting it midair with his laser remote. A shower of sparks rained down on the Wall Dogs' heads and Henry prayed that his friends back in the Man Cave were able to pinpoint his location before the signal went dead. 

~The Man Cave~

Everyone looked at the screen in horror as it flashed a 'no signal' message. 

"What happened?" Ray exclaimed, fear swelling in his chest.

"We lost Henry's signal." (y/n) breathed, she and Schwoz trying to find it again, but it was pointless. You can't find what doesn't exist. Ray and Charlotte put their hands on their heads in defeat; what were they gonna do now?

~Back at the Golf Course~

"Now, give us your little laser toy." Spray-Z told Henry, who was reluctant to give up his last line of defence. 

"But this kind of belongs to Captain Man, and I don't think I---" He tried to excuse, but Veronika didn't like his hesitation.

"Who's side are you on? The Wall Dogs' or Captain Man's?" She asked him, getting Henry to choose between maintaining his lie or keeping himself safe as Ray told him to.

"Yours." He cemented, passing the laser remote into the boy's hand, proving his loyalty.

"Cool." It wasn't a good idea to give Spray-Z a weapon, but oh, well.

"Okay, you guys finish working on the windmill. I'm going to work on Kid Danger," Veronika smirked at him, shaking a tin of black spray paint.

"What are you gonna do?" Henry asked her, internally panicking at what (y/n) would say when she saw the mess on his uniform. She'd have to spend hours on the costume to get the paint off and he guessed that he was already in her bad books since she didn't know about his and Ray's plan to infiltrate the Wall Dogs' lair.

"You'll see." She smiled, pushing him into the corner of the course so she could start painting. 

"Hey, how's this thing work?" Spray-Z asked, pointing Henry's laser remote directly into his eye.

"Be careful with that or else you might---"Henry's warning came a little too late as the dumb kid shot himself in the eye, causing him to clutch it in pain. Accidents always happen to stupid people.

~15 minutes later~

The Wall Dogs were still working on the windmill, but Veronika had finished painting over the vibrant red and blue hues of Henry's costume.

"Okay, everybody! Check out the new Kid Danger!" She called out to her friends, showing off how she'd turned his tunic black and had created a swirling pattern on his pants and boots.

"Aw, yeah. That is dope." The gang admired her art, liking how the teen superhero looked like one of them now.

"How does it feel?" Veronika smirked.

"Feels baaaad." Henry twisted his catchphrase to fit his new persona, even though the paint made him feel very sticky.

"Van Del's going to love it." The girl said, the others agreeing with her. Perfect, everything was going according to the plan.

"This is so weird, I feel like a real Wall Dog now." Henry smiled, but the gang was quick to dampen his spirits.

"Not yet, man. We're gonna take you to the grill and we'll let Van Del decide if you can be a Wall Dog." Henry was told.

"What grill?" He asked, curious as to where Van Del's hideout was.

"That's a secret..." A boy tried to say, but Spray-Z couldn't help himself.

"It's the Old Maple Grill." He revealed dumbly, causing his teammates to groan.

"Shut up, man! What is wrong with you?!" They scolded him, not wanting Kid Danger to know the location before they could fully trust him.

"I got shot in the eye with a laser!" Spray-Z whined as the group began to argue amongst themselves.

"The Old Maple Grill's been abandoned for years," Henry mentioned to Veronika.

"Just wait." She smirked, but Henry's stomach dropped as two Wall Dog's dragged Jasper over to the group. What had the kid gotten himself into?

"You guys are going to be in big trouble." He hissed at them, trying to break free from their grip.

"Oh no," Henry mumbled.

"Yo! Who's the herbert?" A guy asked.

"We caught him across the street, spying on us." The girl in the glitter mask replied, Jasper, being not afraid to confirm her story.

"That's right. And I found you and as soon as I get out of here, I'm calling the cops." He told them, holding up his phone like an idiot. Someone should've told him that telling the bad guys about your escape plan is the worst thing you can do in a hostage situation. Snatching his cell from his hand, a Wall Dog threw it far away and into the pond on the golf course.

"But, but, but, but...well, now, how am I supposed to call the cops?" He asked them rhetorically.

"I think this Herbert need to be a little more...colourful." The guy said, and the gang took up their spray cans so they could tag him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. Why don't we let our new friend spray the Herbert?" Veronika suggested, turning to Henry who gulped at the notion. The gang enthusiastically agreed, but Henry wasn't so sure. He wouldn't do this to a stranger, let alone his best friend.

"Give me some cans." He told them in a stern voice, plucking up the courage to do as they had asked so he could stay in the group.

"Kid Danger?" Jasper gasped as he noticed the superhero stood across from him.

"What's up?" The teen asked cooly, shaking his can.

"What happened to your outfit?" He spluttered, not believing that one of his heroes would turn evil.

"None of your biz, Herbert," Henry told him cruelly, guilt rising in his chest as the Wall Dogs enjoyed his mean performance.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to fight for what's good and right." Jasper stressed, but the boy superhero had to keep up his pretence that he was bad now.

"Things change. Now I spray paint Herberts with big feet." He bullied his friend, hating how disheartened Jasper looked.

"No, no, no. Don't paint me." The captured boy screamed, but it was futile; the kid sprayed orange and blue paint all over his body, torturing him with the cold spray. They let him go eventually, but only after he left looking like there had been an explosion in a paint factory.

~Back in the Man Cave~

"Guys, guys, guys! I found something!!!" Charlotte screamed as she sprinted out of the elevator. She had just legged it from Henry's house, having found Jasper all painted up from his encounter with the Wall Dogs. They had sprayed him everywhere, and there had been an interesting addition to the paint on his back.

"If it's not Henry's head on a spike then I'm not interested." (y/n) said lamely, closing her eyes as she rested against Ray on the couch. He had cleaned himself in the hour Charlotte had been gone and had decided to let Schwoz poke around on the computer whilst he took some time-out with his favourite girl.

"No! I found a message on Jasper's back that Henry painted!" The girl exclaimed, dashing over to the computer so she could put her photo on the monitor. The adults sat up and joined her and Schwoz by the supercomputer, curious as to what Jasper had anything to do with this.

"The bucket kid?" Ray asked, confused by her quick sentence.

"Jasper got spray painted by Kid Danger at Big Putts Golf Course and this is what he wrote on his back." She explained, showing them the image of the abbreviation OMG that had been distinctly drawn there, the black paint contrasting the rest of the bright colours.

"You think it's a message?" Ray asked her, thinking about what Henry could mean. He knew his sidekick was trying to give him a sign about where to go since the signal had failed, but he couldn't grasp its coded meaning.

"It must be a place in Swellview." Schwoz theorised, thinking about every building in the city where crime boss would want to build his secret base.

"But where?" Ray stroked his chin, Charlotte rolling her eyes at how slow they were.

"The Old Maple Grill!" (y/n) gasped, her brain flickering to life as she dusted away the cobwebs in her mind. She felt like she had been pulled away from her depressed mood like a snapping elastic band as her neurons synchronised all at once.

"Yes! The abandoned grill on the east side of Swellview!" Charlotte smiled at her eureka moment, seeing the way she lit up as the dots connected in her mind.

"How did you think of that?" Ray asked in bafflement, surprised but not upset by the fact that she beat him to the chase.

"We used to go there all the time for their steaks. Don't you remember?" She reminded him, recalling how the times she shared with him in the restaurant were some of the first instances where she felt her heart flutter when he laughed at her jokes. It was so long ago, back when she'd only been working for him for a short while, she wasn't disheartened to learn that he had let the memory slip away. It must have been precious only to her.

"Oh, yeah." He smiled, zoning out as his three friends began to get ready for his assault on the Wall Dogs. They busied themselves at the computer as he remembered what it felt like to be sat in that grill. She looked so lovely on those nights, even when she had been tired and run-down from the late nights and hectic days. He recalled how he had cursed to himself when he realised that he'd do anything to make her smile or to keep her there with him. She had become important to him and that terrified the man who had always kept people at an arm's length. After all the women he had gone through, his best friend was the one he had given his heart to and he had no hope of taking it back.

"Ray, are you ready?" Schwoz asked, breaking him out of his daydream.

"What? No!" He quickly stammered, thinking that he had been asked if he was ready to confess to (y/n) that he was head over heels in love with her.

"But we have everything ready." The young woman in question told him with a frown on her face. Taking a glance at the computer monitor, Ray realised that they were talking about going after Van Del.

"Oh right, yeah, I'm ready." He mentally slapped himself into focus, using his Captain Man voice to appear like he hadn't just had a mini-meltdown at the thought of admitting his feelings.

"There's been a lotta activity around the Old Maple Grill recently, so we're pretty sure that's where the Wall Dogs are," Charlotte told him and Ray walked over to the tubes.

"Right, I'm gonna go over there and teach that scum a lesson." He growled, whacking his belt buckle to the tube would come down. (y/n) wasn't sure if he was talking about Van Del or Henry, but in her mind, they were both as bad as each other, so she didn't care.

"Good luck!"

"Kick some ass!" The three friends waved him goodbye as he shot up the tube, intent on bringing the Wall Dogs to justice and Henry home.

~Van Del's lair~

"Kid Danger? He's here?" Van Del asked his minions as he descended some metal stairs in his hideout. The group from the golf course had just returned to their base and were eager to show their leader their newest gang member.

"Yeah. He's outside with Veronika." One of the lead minions answered.

"Bring him. Get him." Van Del smirked, excited to finally relish the fact that Captain Man's beloved sidekick had jumped ship and joined him.

The door to the lair opened and the supervillain rubbed his hands together as Henry nervously stepped inside, Veronika following close behind him.

"How's your eye?" He asked Spray-Z, who was holding the door open for them.

"Gone!" The boy cried and Henry noticed that he was now wearing an eyepatch over the eye that had been burnt. Ouch.

"Van Del?" Henry looked at his enemy with 'respectful' eyes, trying to appear humble in the colourful den of the Wall Dogs.

"Is it true, you've turned against Captain Man and that you want to join the Wall Dogs revolution?" The boss asked him, making Henry turn back to Veronika and grin cockily.

"Yep. I do." He confirmed.

"Roll up your sleeve." Van Del ordered, confusing the kid with his unusual direction.

"Uh...why?" He asked.

"Show him the Wall Dog mark on your arms." Van Del told his followers and they all pulled back their sleeves to reveal that they all had the Wall Dog tag branded on their arms.

"Oh," Henry said quietly, feeling anxious as Van Del heated up the branding iron. This guy was insane.

"First, we test the melon." He said mysteriously, and the minions passed over a melon with a rainbow wig and glasses. This was getting weirder by the minute. Pressing the glowing metal into the fruit's skin, the heat caused it to shrivel and hiss as the Wall Dog's dark mark was left on the green surface.

"So, to join the Wall Dogs now I have to do that to a melon?" Henry asked, trying to buy himself some time so Ray could get to him. Well, only if his message on Jasper had made it back to him.

"Hold up your arm." Van Del laughed, as two goons grabbed Henry and forced his sleeve up his arm.

"Whoa, whoa, can't I just swear on the Bible or something?" The boy asked, really not liking the idea of having a painful burn on his arm for the rest of his life.

"Or if--" Henry's panicking was interrupted as a boot came flying through the door, distracting the gang from their branding.

"Ow! Dang it!" The person yelled as their foot got stuck, but Henry sighed in relief as he knew his salvation had come. An arm came through the door too, as the man tried to force his way in. Then his other leg ripped through the wood and then his other arm, in an attempt to free his stuck limbs from the door, but it only made his situation worse.

Spray-Z carefully opened the door, which probably wasn't the best idea, but he was stupid so he didn't realise it. Opening the door, the guy was revealed to be none other than Captain Man, who was struggling in the position he had put himself in.

"It's Captain Man!" A girl yelled as the Wall Dogs descended into anger and trepidation. Using the brute strength he retained in all his muscle, Ray pulled himself free from the door and scowled at the criminals.

"Well, Van Del, spray time's over." He quipped, having spent the journey time from the Man Cave to the Old Maple Grill thinking about the perfect line for his entrance.

"Prove your loyalty to the Wall Dogs." Van Del ordered Kid Danger as his minions looked between the superhero and their leader nervously. Sighing, Henry sauntered up to Ray by a few steps.

"I've only got one thing to say to you." He growled at Ray.

"Then say it." The man said back in an equally serious tone.

"...I am so glad you're here!" Henry broke out into a gleeful smile and jumped into Ray's arms so he could give his friend a huge hug. He was so worried back there that he'd have to get branded. The Wall Dogs, especially Veronika, watched in horror as the superheroes revelled in their reunion.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Veronika yelled at Henry, not realising that she had been set up.

"Fighting crime, baby." He smirked at her cooly as Ray couldn't contain his elated grin.

"I love this kid." Captain Man laughed at his sidekick's words and gave him a quick side hug. As if he'd turn evil for a girl.

"You lied to me." Veronika cried, heartbroken that she'd been so foolish and trusted the boy.

"Yep." The boy answered truthfully.

"You used me!" She added.

"That is also true," Henry stated, feeling little to no remorse at what he had done since it had helped him and Captain Man find the Wall Dogs 

"She is really pretty." Ray pointed out, knowing what it was like to be swept away by a girl's beauty since it happened to him every day when (y/n) came down from her room for breakfast.

"Right?" Henry agreed, smiling as he appreciated the girl that fell for him.

"But how could you..." She trailed off, not being able to say out loud that he had betrayed her.

"Look, I had to make you think that I turned against Captain Man and that I was falling in love with you so you'd bring me here to Van Del," Henry explained, causing the villain to grab one of his minions in anger.

"You idiot! You led Captain Man right to us!" He snapped, holding the poor kid by the scruff of his neck.

"It wasn't my fault. When we found the tracking device on the kid, we blew it up." He told his boss.

"Yeah. And that's when I knew I had to get a message to Captain Man, so I spray painted O-M-G on that kid you guys caught at Big Putts." Ray smirked at the boy's genius, glad that he picked a kid that was so smart to be his sidekick.

"You mean the kid with the big feet?" Spray-Z asked.

"Uh-huh. But his feet arent big, they're huge." Henry said, amusing himself at his slight jibe at Jasper.

"Wait, I still don't understand all this." A kid said, frowning at how all the facts were jumbled in his head.

"What? You mean that Kid Danger and I set up a whole plan to find your secret hideout and capture Van Del?" Ray asked, and the crowd nodded. They didn't have a clue what was going on. The superhero duo sighed; looks like they'd have to spell it out for them.

"All right."

"We'll explain it in more detail." They said, Ray, sitting down so they could talk about the entire plan.

~45 minutes later~

Well, that was tedious. It had taken them three-quarters of an hour just to get up to the whole OMG thing, and Ray and Henry had almost passed out from boredom.

"And so, when my helper saw the O-M-G that Kid Danger sprayed on that boy's back, she knew that was a clue," Ray explained to the now seated Wall Dogs, who still didn't get it.

"Old Maple Grill, O-M-G," Henry told them, and they all verbally confirmed their understanding.

"Wait. When did you even come up with this whole plan?" A girl asked, knowing that Kid Danger had been with them for the whole day and night.

"Well, you see, at first I lied to Captain Man," Henry said as Van Del started to get antsy from having waited so long.

"By not telling me that Veronika asked him to meet her under the Swellview sign," Ray added, the teen girl in front of him glaring at Henry.

"But then I felt guilty so I told him." The kid confessed, his golden morality shining through his smile.

"Who's a good boy?" Ray asked him in a silly voice and jokingly hit him in the stomach.

"Me." The kid giggled, happy that his boss was proud of him.

"So that's when we decided to really--" The large man was cut off as Van Del's patience finally snapped.

"STOP THIS! This explanation has been going on for 45 minutes! Enough!" The crime boss yelled, making Henry and Ray roll their eyes. What a temper, geez.

"Well, what do you want us to do?" Spray-Z asked, disappointed that he didn't get to hear the end of the story.

"Attack them!" He bellowed and the room collapsed in pandemonium as the Wall Dogs began to punch and kick at Captain Man and Kid Danger. Veronika swiped at Ray who easily blocked her punches as Henry battled Spray-Z, who wasn't very bright so he was quickly on the floor. Overpowering the girl, Ray pushed her onto the floor as the next minion lined up to fight him.

"Hey, Captain Man!" A boy caught his attention, holding up a long metal pole in his hands. Seeing that Ray was in danger, (even though he couldn't actually get hurt, but still), Henry grabbed his laser remote and fired it at the metal, the laser melting through it so it became useless.

Smiling that his opponent was now unarmed, Ray charged forwards and kicked him to the floor as Henry struggled against Spray-Z. Using the kid to lift himself up, Henry kicked an oncoming goon and threw his elbow back into the boy's nose. Now, he had no nose and one eye; it wasn't a good day for Spray-Z.

"Get him!" Van Del grunted when Ray opened a cabinet door into one of his minions' faces. Kid Danger dropped kicked another boy as Ray cut through the crowd, taking down anyone who stood in his path. With another guy being thrown through a pile of paint cans, the leader of the Wall Dogs cringed as the superhero duo annihilated his gang.

Seeing her chance to escape, Veronika ran up the metal stairs to the lair's second level but stepped back in shock as Ray launched a shopping cart of art supplies at her. Spinning around to go back the other way, she found herself trapped between the cart and Kid Danger.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked her as she tried to get past him.

"I'm sorry, but we got to keep you here until the cops show up." He told her as Ray swung across the room on a rope, kicking two goons over a sofa as he did. 

"Really? Is that the truth?" Veronika snarled at Henry.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, puzzled at what she had said.

"Everything you've told me up to now has been a lie." She sniffed at him, growing teary at the thought of the boy she believed she could trust betraying her.

"We had to stop you and the other Wall Dogs from breaking the law." He sighed, knowing that it was his duty to stop criminals, no matter what.

"Well, you're a really good actor. 'Cause the way you kissed me, I thought maybe you liked it...and liked me." She gazed at him with a devastated face. Henry sighed and looked up as he blocked out the noise of Ray beating the other Wall Dogs to a pulp.

"What are you doing?" Veronika wondered why he was looking at the ceiling when she had just spilt her feelings to him.

"I don't know, but I sure hope you don't escape while I'm looking at the cool ceiling." He told her, his suggestive tone making her eyes widen. She looked around to see Captain Man still fighting Van Del and her friends, so she took her chance and ran down the escape corridor, but not before coming back to give Henry one last parting kiss.

Having tied up and hoisted the last minion above the floor using his rope, Ray was joined by Henry and they moved in on Van Del, who backed up the stairs as they tried to corner him.

"Don't come near me." He warned Captain Man, who wasn't even a bit scared of him.

"I'm coming near you." He retorted as the two continued to ascend the stairs.

"Leave me alone." Van Del stressed.

"Nope, here I come." Ray inched closer as Van Del's only hope of escape turned out to be a locked door. With his sidekick on his heels, Ray prepared himself to arrest the man.

"I am an artist." The villain tried to say, thinking that what he'd done was right even though the law said otherwise.

"You're a criminal," Ray growled and pushed Van Del over the flimsy railing and into his vat of red paint. 

"AAH! I'M DROWNING!! I'm drawing in my own paint!" The guy shouted pathetically as he splashed about in the warm and sticky liquid.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" The two superheroes shouted down at him as he freaked out.

"It's only, like, three feet deep. You can stand up." Ray told him, making the man stop flowering and get to his feet.

"Oh. This is so embarrassing." Van Del said as he wiped the paint from his eyes.

"Yeah."

"It really is." Henry and Ray agreed.

~Back at the Man Cave, (y/n)'s PoV~

"We are live at the Old Maple Grill where Captain Man and Kid Danger just captured the graffiti bandits known as the Wall Dogs." I listened intently to the sudden news report, almost choking on my soda when I heard the story.

"Holy shit, Henry's not evil." I gasped to myself, being alone since Schwoz was off doing 'Schwoz' things and Charlotte had gone home when her work shift had ended. I didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or angry at the superheroes onscreen; Henry was still the sweet kid I knew he was, but then again, I was almost certain that he and Ray had been in cahoots about his so-called 'betrayal' the entire time.

"So what do you guys plan to do with the reward money?" Evelyn Hall, the reporter, asked the two. I have to say, I was more than curious to hear their response since after I'd got hold of them they wouldn't be able to spend it after I'd finished with them. 

Ray lied to me. That's the truth, he knew what was happening the entire time and he just let me believe that the kid had joined that stupid gang for some girl. After working with him for so long, I had thought that we had a mutual trust in our friendship, he could tell me anything and I would have taken the secret to my grave. I thought he knew that, I thought he trusted me. Clearly not.

"Well, the truth is, we never would have found the Wall Dogs if a young teenage boy with gigantic feet hadn't tipped us off." Ray's voice came out of the speakers as I sulked and munched angrily on a spring roll. But my heart melted a little when I realised that they were giving the ten thousand dollars to Jasper so the kid could get his foot reduction surgery thing. 

I sighed to myself, debating whether to feel angry or proud that they had completed their noble mission. I suppose I don't have to know everything that went off in the Man Cave, after all, everyone has their secrets and everyone's entitled to keep their secrets.

"And who was this young man?" Evelyn asked Henry, who leaned towards the microphone so he could speak clearly.

"His name is Jasper Dunlop." The boy answered, making me smile at how kind he was being to his best friend. Any other kid would have kept the ten grand for himself, but not our Henry, selfless as always.

"So, we're going to take the ten thousand dollar reward and give it to Jasper." Ray smiled into the camera, and I couldn't help but smile back. That darn smile always got to me.

Switching off the news, I stood up and looked around the Man Cave. It always felt so big when I was alone, but I knew that my friend would be back soon with his heroic sidekick in tow. Thinking about Henry with a gentle smile on my face, the darkness of his costume snapped into my mind. I groaned when I sussed that the Wall Dogs must've painted it or something when he was fooling them. 

"Stupid paint on stupid fabric never comes off," I growled to no one, thinking that I'd be the one to scrub it clean. It was times like this that made my job feel like work, but when he smiled at me, it felt like bliss. Even if he lied to me and broke my heart more times than I cared to count, I'd always be there, waiting for him to come home. I was in love with him, even if he would never love me back.

~Meanwhile, in the Man Van~

The cops had taken a very messy Van Del away in handcuffs, slamming the police van door in his face as he was scattered off to jail with his minions. It had been a long day's work and they were both relieved to just get in the Man Van and drive home. Jasper would get the reward money and they'd sleep tonight knowing that another one of Swellview's enemies was locked up behind bars.

"Do you think (y/n) will be mad at me?" Henry asked Ray quietly as the man drove along the quiet road.

"What? Nah, she loves you too much kid to be mad at you, she'll just...be mad at me." Ray gulped as he ruffled Henry's hair. He knew that his return to the Man Cave meant he'd have to own up to the fact that he knew that Henry wasn't evil, and his best friend would be beyond pissed.

"She'll forgive you though, I mean, you're best friends." Henry reminded him, but it wasn't enough to quell the man's fear. He had always seen their friendship as the perfect oxymoron; indescribably resilient, but also completely delicate. It had stood the test of time, it had endured every curveball life had thrown at them, it had coped with every girl ray had turned to that wasn't her, but he still felt like a wrong move could shatter it like glass.

"Yeah," Ray said quietly, drowning in his insecurities. Henry wasn't stupid and he had been around the couple long enough to recognise the signs of them floundering with their feelings.

"Man, she always forgives you. You don't have to worry." He comforted his boss, trying to calm his fear that (y/n) would not forgive Ray for lying to her. He could take responsibility for the lie and say that it was his idea, but he didn't need to.

Ray was man enough to go home to her, even if he could never tell her the way he felt. The thought of her waiting up for him made his heart flutter and it endeavoured him to press down harder on the gas.

He would face her wrath, her tears, her disappointment because that was what it took for him to go home to her. He wanted to grovel on his knees until she would accept his pleading for forgiveness, he wanted to fall asleep watching her favourite rom-com, despite the goofy storyline always making him groan. He'd do it all for her, because he loved her, even if she would never love him back.

[hotd-bigbang]

Hello all,

The first edition of House of the Dragon Big Bang was brought to a close on Friday. Now that I’ve had the weekend to decompress, and everyone has (hopefully) had a chance to catch up with everyone else’s entries, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for all for the hard work you’ve put into this event. Each and every one of you should be proud of what you have contributed, and I can’t thank you all enough for taking a chance on this (and by extension, me!)

The good: I’m astonished by the talent that has graced the event this year. The writing has all been fantastic, and the effort that everyone has put in has shone through. I’ve also enjoyed the variety; I was anticipating drowning in Aemond content, but was pleasantly surprised at the diversity - Jacelaena and Jacegon were the standout ships of the event for me! The artists have all outdone themselves, and the array of differing mediums has been great; from stunning moodboards and expertly detailed digital art to lovingly crafted hand drawn pieces. Last but not least, are our event beta readers - keeping people motivated when they feel as though they're flagging, or just tidying up grammar and punctuation where needed - you've been absolute superstars. I really hope everyone is pleased with and proud of what they’ve collaborated to produce.

The bad: This is the first event of its kind for this particular fandom, so it has not been without its teething issues. Ensuring everyone sees all of the updates and instructions, and is kept informed of what’s happening has been a struggle. Not everyone is comfortable joining a Discord server, Tumblr only allows for 20 tags per posts and even then is spotty with notifications. For next time, on the sign up sheet, I will include a contact preference option and push out notifications via email newsletter, Tumblr and Discord, targeted specifically to who has selected which options, so everyone is kept up to date. I will also implement check ins to ensure everyone has what they need and is able to manage their workload effectively to meet the deadline.

The ugly: I received a rather unsavoury anonymous ask on the Big Bang Tumblr account, slating me as a person and how I was running the event. Considering the first fic had yet to even go live, I was a little shocked by this. When I posted about it in the Discord, they sent a follow up, but forgot to toggle anon, so I saw who it was. I won’t put you on blast, but I hope now that the event has drawn to a close your opinion is a little less sour. If not, perhaps you’ll have a better experience next time, or find another event that’s better suited. C’est la vie!

I am aiming for these to be bi-annual events. We will absolutely go again, and come back bigger and better. I plan to launch this again in May, so the sign up and pairing process will begin around the end of January, to ensure people have sufficient time to prepare. Keep your eyes peeled on the Big Bang Tumblr page for details.

In the meantime, we will be running another writing prompt event in December - much like September’s literary prompt event - so if you’re looking for more writing challenges then please get involved when this launches.

I’ll be creating a masterlist of everyone’s Big Bang entries, which will go live by the end of the week.

Until next time!

Ange (@ewanmitchellcrumbs) xoxo

[kamirai-k]

Warm In December

Summary:

Yeonwoo deserves a brake after all the writing and thinking he's been doing lately, Haesol notices and does just that, give him a break. Does she go overboard? Maybe. But can it really be called to much when your adorable boyfriend really needs it?

Pairing: Yeonwoo / Haesol

Tags: Winter get away, Domestic Fluff, Idiots in love, In-law-shenanigans, Touch starved Haesol, Romantic Fluff

Word Count: 13.1k

Chapter 1

Hands above his head, behind his back and fingers interlocked, Yeonwoo stretched letting out a long groan as the muscles in his back loosened. As he leaned back a succession of pops and cracks reverberated through the dark room the tension he had built up throughout the day finally released. Pops and cracks he heard echoed the intense relief and satisfaction as warmth spread along his spine, soothing sensation so overwhelming he found himself sinking back into his chair, a breathy, contented sigh releasing after a long day of work.

Letting himself a brief respite, Yeonwoo settled into his chair for a good minute or two, his gaze fixed on the iridescent screen, as he immersed himself into the music he used to help with focus resonating through him. He was done. Finally finished with the final draft of the second installment in his series. Moving the mouse smoothly across the orange and white pad, the cursor on the screen dancing in tandem. Yeonwoo straightened his back, meticulously formatting the extensive 700-page document before clicking send, then sinking deeper into his chair.

The strain of staring at the screen all day left his eyes stinging, hands cramping from the frenetic typing, and his back still aching even after the satisfying stretch that gave him some relief. Allowing himself the courtesy of closing his eyes to rest, he was abruptly jolted by the notification chime that echoed through his headphones. The startle was so intense that Yeonwoo almost toppled from his chair, hastily steadying himself with palms pressed firmly against the desk, squinting at the screen through narrowed eyelids.

Great! I’ll make sure to get it edited and reviewed before you come back from your break. I know you’ve been working hard on this. Now go and take that well-deserved break!

It took a while as Yeonwoo had to read and re-read the message due to the irritated sensation he was threatened with if he so much as blinked, but he eventually got the gist of the message. Sending his thanks and gratitude to Yeseul, Yeonwoo felt the pull to sneak a final glimpse at his work but decided against it knowing if his manager were here at this moment she would scold him for spending what would be another hour unnecessarily editing what was essentially satisfactory.

Using what little strength he had left, Yeonwoo pushed his rolling chair away from the desk before rising on unsteady legs that needed to readjust to his weight. Alternately balancing on one foot over the other, repeating a small sequence of hoops before he slowly made his way to the door, pausing before opening it. After a breath or two or three, Yeonwoo swung the door open, promptly wincing as he shielded his eyes with his arm. The bright light of the corridor assaulted his eyes, and the warmth crashing into him almost staggering.

Yeonwoo was well aware that it wasn’t a healthy habit— writing away in the dark and cold confines of his room for hours on end. When stepping into the light of the living room afterward, the sudden sensory overload made him feel as though any contact would crumble him to dust, but despite this Yeonwoo couldn’t help it. The only way he could focus on his work for as long as it was required of him to do so needed complete solitude— dim room illuminated only by the glow of his screen, a chill in the air to stave off drowsiness. It wasn’t healthy but it worked and helped him meet his deadlines. Plus he always wore blue light glasses so his eyes were fine.

Making his way along the hallway, Yeonwoo staggered a bit, catching himself before he plummeted face-first into the thin rug covering that would do nothing to soften his fall on hard birch wooden floors.

Maybe his eyesight wasn’t as good as he thought. Balancing himself, Yeonwoo turned, the painting on the wall drawing his attention. There was just one on this side of the hall, and that was only because it was so big. He had seen it and wanted to buy it immediately as a piece that would brighten up the apartment more. It was simple, a field of white and yellow roses as the sunrise illuminated them, tinted the flowers with a golden sheen that added a calming aspect to the painting. It spoke to a part of him that lay just beneath the surface and Yeonwoo couldn’t help the small smile that slipped on his face, no matter how tired he was.

Struggling to the living area, Yeonwoo’s focus was captured by the sprawling, velvety, cloud-white couch that called his name to come and lay his throbbing head on. With a near-sprint, slowed only by how groggy he felt, he lifted his knee to recline on the sofa then flopped on top, grabbing a soft, oh-so-comfortable pillow mid-fall to rest his head on.

Yeonwoo groaned the contact with the pillow and let his tired body sink into the embrace of the wool-soft sofa, bringing a soothing wave cascaded through every tired muscle.

Absently, Yeonwoo ran cold fingers along plush furniture and inhaled the scent of warm fresh oranges and sandalwood that lingered underneath, a surprisingly soothing combination. He peaked an eye out to glance towards the kitchen, the food he had prepared earlier waiting to be eaten. Pressing his head further into the pillow Yeonwoo sunk in further, food an afterthought with the overwhelming pounding of his head at the forefront.

Resting a little wouldn’t do him any harm. After all, he was on break and he needed it. He could eat later, and would inevitably have to eat something eventually, as if he had any say in the matter. While he rested, his eyelids gradually grew weighty, letting himself fall into a peaceful and tranquil slumber. A sleep that he very much needed after the past week of non-stop writing thinking and revisions.

Yeonwoo dreamt of nothing other than the very thing he was taking a break from— Different ideas and scenarios of things that could have been, character arcs he could have squeezed in that would have rounded out the characters and brought more depth into the story. Worlds he could have described in more detail, new phrases he could have used that would have been literary gold in the eyes of his readers and critics. Even in his dreams, he couldn’t get away from the ceaseless swarm of ideas that whirled around in his head.

After countless scenarios flew around and had to make themselves known, the sensation changed. Now he felt warm, they were always warm, hands caressing his face, always so gentle. Fingers brushed aside strands of hair that he was sure had fallen in front of his eyes out of the way, followed by a delicate touch. Light, almost ephemeral, graced his forehead, and it was so comforting he sighed. The same feeling moved from forehead to cheeks and even to the tip of his nose, provoking an unexpected giggle. To caught up in the wonder of how calming, how peaceful the dream was, Yeonwoo remained blissfully unaware as the boundaries between reality and dream slowly unraveled, until he felt that all too familiar soft sensation on his lips.

Eyes fluttering open Yeonwoo was met with none other than Haesol withdrawing from the tender kiss. Yeonwoo couldn’t help smile as he absorbed the sight, registering the hand caressing his cheek, as soft and caring as ever.

“Welcome home Haesol.” He greeted, raising a tired hand to rest on top of hers tracing the curve of her hand as it lay against his cheek.

Haesol returns his greeting with another kiss on the forehead and Yeonwoo can’t help the sigh that comes out of him, leaning into it and almost following when she pulls away, almost.

“Rough day?” She whispers, her thumb tenderly gliding along his cheek. Yeonwoo nods, eyes having finally adjusted to the light and willing his body to sit up on the couch.

Haesol remains kneeling in front of him as Yeonwoo readjusted his position, crossing his legs while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Looking down at her, Yeonwoo nudged her with a finger, “When did you get home, aren’t you a little early?” It’s not like he minds, more time with Haesol was always great given it had grown scarce recently, Yeonwoo just didn’t want to have another ‘incident’.

“I know what you’re thinking,” She leaned forward, “No this isn’t another ‘incident’. I’m taking a few weeks off from work. I have someone else managing the company while I’m off but,” Haesol moved closer, burying her head in his stomach, “I get you all to myself for the next few weeks. Isn’t that great?”

Normally Yeonwoo would have melted into her arms and let her cuddle him, he needed it given how tired he was but, “Now that’s great but,” Yeonwoo gently pushed her away, hands placed on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him, “You Kang Haesol haven’t taken a shower yet and I will not hug you any longer unless you go take one. I’m on break and I can smell your work on you.” Yeonwoo scrunched his nose as she looked up at him with that all too familiar look in her eyes.

Pushing herself upwards, Yeonwoo sucked in a breath as Haesol placed her hands on his thighs, looking down at him while he cranked his neck up at her. Flowing black hair slid on and hung beyond his shoulders, creating a veil that separated him from everything else around them. Yeonwoo’s attention was on Haesol, releasing a shaky breath he was holding as she leaned down closer, raising a hand to lay on his shoulder.

Her lips inches away from his, Haesol purred, “Are you sure you won’t allow me just one more hug before I go?” She tilted her head, a sly smirk just barely peaking beneath the surface of utter calm, “Come on, it’s just a simple hug. I know you’ve missed me all day.” Haesol was close, mere inches of space between them as she wouldn’t tear herself away from him.

Yeonwoo took in a sharp intake of breath, he would not let Haesol get to him, “Yes, I’m sure, absolutely sure now please go take a shower.” Yeonwoo raised his hand to rest on her shoulder as he held her gaze unyielding.

“oh?” Haesol said, the hand on his thigh treacherously sliding up to sit on his waist.

“And what’s my reward when I’m done?” Yeonwoo almost scoffed, the corner of his lips twitching, all this simply because she wanted attention.

Pushing himself off the couch, Haesol raised to step back only for him to stop her. Sliding the hand on her shoulder to wrap around her tie, yanking her closer to him, their lips nearly touching, “Well, Haesol I don’t know that’ll have to be determined when you Take. That. Shower.”

Haesol blinked, seemingly shocked at how quickly Yeonwoo switched up on her. If these were under normal circumstances he might have given up, but Yeonwoo was tired after all that work and was not going to deal with Haesol’s teasing.

“Well Haesol,” Yeonwoo unwrapped the tie around his hand and instead wrapped his arms around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, “Do you want to find out what that reward is? Or maybe you’re not up to it hmm?”

The grip with which she held his waist increased and Yeonwoo knew he had her. She couldn’t complain now that he had given her the hug she so badly wanted from him. He just gave it to her in a way she didn’t expect.

Pulling away, smirking as he caught sight of her clenching her jaw, features otherwise remaining neutral. Yeonwoo sat himself back down on the sofa looking up at her, crossing his arms.

Yeonwoo played with the sleeves of his sweater, “Is that a yes or…”

Haesol turned heel and began taking off her coat, hanging it on the coat hanger as she answered him, “That’s a yes, I thankfully already have a reward I want in mind however, I’ll be looking forward to it.” She smirked as his cheeks reddened and walked off into the hall.

Uncrossing shaky arms and pouting at the place he had last seen her, Yeonwoo let out a long groan as he collapsed face-first into the pillowy sofa his face heating uncontrollably as possibilities of what she could possibly want plagued his every thought.

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Having fully recovered from the attack that was Haesol trying and failing to entice him into more cuddles, eating the hot pot Yeonwoo made earlier in the day with her. Their conversation was brief yet entertaining. Yeonwoo was now seated on the couch with Haesol resting her head on his lap. That apparently, was what she wanted out of him, her request, a simple lap pillow. No strings attached, thankfully.

Gently combing through her once wet now dry hair, Yeonwoo watched a Christmas film playing on the screen, invested in the scene unfolding. The plot depicted a group of friends enjoying the festive ambiance of a Christmas market, filled with laughter and fun events. Yeonwoo had never been. Although he believed there might be a Christmas market in Seoul around this time, the distance from their current location made it feel quite impossible. If Yeonwoo wanted to go he would have to fly out.

“Isn’t that pretty Haesol?” Yeonwoo looked down at her, all the knots in her hair combed out long ago.

Haesol hummed, twisting her head to look at him, pulling her face away from where it was pressed into the covered flush of his stomach.

Yeonwoo stifled a laugh, “Are you listening to me at all? Or even watching this movie?”

“Well,” Haesol sat up blinking at the screen then looked down at his lap, “You were so comfortable so I kind of forgot to pay attention.”

Yeonwoo peered at her utterly unamused and sighed, straightening his back to pay attention to the screen and not her.

Haesol exhaled, the silence stretching before pulling him into her lap, “Yeonwoo I’m sorry, I’ll listen. How can you blame me though when you’re so comfortable.”

Grabbing the remote Yeonwoo turned up the volume ignoring her pleas and attempts to regain his forgiveness. While Haesol murmured in his ear her sweet nothings tempting and oh so inviting, biting his lip, Yeonwoo held fast. No matter the promises to listen or how comforting her warm body felt after he was cooped up in his cold study all day. No matter the promises to buy him gifts that included new books, clothes, and even offers to go on as many dates he wanted, Yeonwoo held fast.

Haesol didn’t seem to like his lack of a response, however, because she pulled the neckband of his sweater to lay kisses on his neck and shoulder, slow and purposeful as she ‘asked’ him to repeat what he said. And Yeonwoo tried, he tried so hard to focus on the screen in front of him, to ignore how good it felt, ignore hands that threatened to slip underneath his shirt, ignore lips that sucked on pink skin muttering apologies and promises. Yeonwoo tried, then failed.

He was weak, a weak weak man when it came to Kang Haesol, and she knew.

Managing, through some miracle, to keep his breathing steady and mind clear, Yeonwoo slapped the hand that was just about to go under and sighed, feigning exasperation, “I was saying, doesn’t that look fun.” He rolled his shoulder, Haesol raising her head moments after to look at the screen and he turned back to the moment that stuck with him.

“See? It’s a Christmas market doesn’t it look fun?” Yeonwoo said, finger underneath her chin, forcing her to focus on what he was talking about and not mess with him. “The lights are so pretty and that tree is huge. I wonder what it would be like to go there. It’s snowing too so it would be even better, and all those fun activities we could do? He leaned back into her as Haesol listened, “It would be great if we could go to one don’t you think?”

Resting her chin on his shoulder Haesol hummed, “You would like that? Even with all the snow?”

“Sure, I hate the cold but I’ll have you, and your my personal heater. So there won’t be anything to worry about.” Yeonwoo would have shrugged were it not for her chin holding him in place.

Haesol squeezed his sides, the faint whispers of a smile playing on her lips, “Is that all I am a heater for you to use whenever you’re cold? The way you make it sound I would think you’re just using me for my body.”

“Wha- You.” Yeonwoo could feel the heat crawling up his back, showing on now vibrant red cheeks as he sputtered a response, “You- You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. It’s not like you hate it. I know you too well to not know something as simple as that.”

Yeonwoo did. He knew Haesol too well. She loved cuddling up to him, touching him, and then some, any chance she got to the point where there were days she wouldn’t want to leave for work and would purposely show up late because Yeonwoo had given into her whims and let her sleep with him for 5 minutes. Minutes that turned to 10, 20, 30 to an hour, and the next thing Yeonwoo knew he was prying a clingy Haesol off of him, frantically rushing her to work.

Haesol smiled, and all petty resolve to get back at her vanished as he watched her lips curve upward, revealing dimples rarer than the most precious of diamonds.

“Yeonwoo you know something?” She asked, tilting his head to the side to look him in the eyes.

Letting out a shallow breath, Yeonwoo answered, “What?”

“I love you.”

God, she was so cruel to him. Shaky hands came up to rest on her shoulder, and the warm feeling blooming in his chest that never cooled, growing with the same intensity as when she first told him those words under a rainy Grey sky. Haesol brought their lips together for a kiss. A kiss that Yeonwoo leaned into, and Yeonwoo could feel the smile growing on her lips as she tried snaking her tongue in his mouth.

Pulling away Yeonwoo sighed, cheeks pink and heart full, “That’s not fair you said that to win didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.” Haesol nodded, poking his puffed-out cheek.

Pouting, Yeonwoo turned whispering mumbles of how unfair everything was as he slid further into the comfort of her embrace and unpausing the film, watching. Haesol’s hands circled his waist and her teasing stopped as they settled into comfortable silence, her chin resting on his head. It was nice spending time with his girlfriend like this. In the sanctuary of their home, shielded from the frigid cold winds beating at their windows. Haesol was, warm, caring and most of all safe, and Yeonwoo wouldn’t have it any other way.

In the warm orange-yellow lights of the living room, making the place all the more inviting. Lights Haesol herself reinstalled in every room in their home simply because they reminded her of his eyes. Yeonwoo still didn’t understand how that was a good reason to tear the old white lights out but when she finished the muted satisfaction on her face was all he needed to agree with her.

Nestled together on the couch in comfortable silence, the exhaustion from hours of writing fading away. Yeonwoo would react to what he saw on screen with a series of tiny claps when something exciting would happen, a hum of approval when something satisfied him, or an occasional scrunch of his nose when he found an inconsistency in the writing. Resulting in them having to pick a different film and restart all over again. Haesol didn’t seem to mind, however, having picked up her phone halfway through the second film, not allowing Yeonwoo a peek when he asked what she was looking at.

Lounging on the couch for quite a while, Yeonwoo was growing tired. Haesol absentmindedly stroking the flesh of his stomach underneath his sweater was doing nothing to aid in his attempts to stay up and finish this movie. The writing was amazing and the romance was full of suspense. Yeonwoo was invested.

“Alright sweetheart, that’s enough,” Haesol whispered in his ear fondly as she carefully took the remote out of his tired hands, too weak to fight back, “It’s time to go to sleep we have a big day tomorrow after all.”

What was she talking about? Weren’t they just going to spend the day together given they were both on break? Yeonwoo was too tired to think about it any further, he murmured an incoherent response as Haesol switched the T.V. off, making sure the film was on the continued list to watch later, and turned him in her lap to sit parallel to her.

“I know, I know sweetheart but we gotta get to bed. You’re practically going to fall asleep any second now.”

"No'm not.”

Haesol sighed, adjusting her seating position before placing an arm under his legs and another supporting his back as Yeonwoo’s hands shot up, arms wrapping around her neck in shock.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Haesol affectionately nudged his cheek with hers, “It’s time to got to bed and you’ve had a rough day enough as it is. All that writing must have drained your mental power but you still wanted to spend time with me when I know it would have been better for you to rest.”

Yeonwoo… couldn’t argue with that. Despite his fatigue, being with Haesol injected a bit of energy into him after a day spent facing a screen with nothing but black letters on a white background, reading and rereading his work enough to break on the verge of insanity. Haesol had that effect on him, she calmed him. He had felt it when they first met in that park three years ago and even his cat at the time Bong Cha, who hated strangers, wouldn’t part with her when it was time to leave.

Yeonwoo vaguely heard the sound of a room door opening and felt softness envelop him. Haesol was special in that way, she could calm any worry, any grievance he had despite being someone of few words along with her caring touch. She had been there when Bong Cha had to leave and comforted him with the grief. Held him in his home, a home that no longer felt like one with the loss of someone who had been there since the beginning.

A clicking sound broke him from his thoughts. Opening his eyes and blinking Yeonwoo sat up, hand on their soft mattress, and looked around the dimly lit room. When had he gotten onto the bed? And when had he been changed into Pajamas? Yeonwoo looked around slightly confused when Haesol opened the bathroom door connecting to their room, a towel draped around on her shoulders. She was brushing her teeth and upon making eye contact with him spit it out, rinsing her mouth so fast he didn’t even register her putting the water in her mouth, closing the door behind her, and making her way to the bed in a fresh set of pajamas an uncharacteristic furrow to her eyebrows.

Climbing on the bed and pulling a confused Yeonwoo in for a hug, Haesol asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Wh- What are you talking about, I’m fine” He didn’t realize how horse his voice was and how tight his chest felt until now.

“Then why are you crying.”

Yeonwoo didn’t realize… no wonder his face felt unusually damper than usual.

Hands gripping the back of Haesol’s shirt Yeonwoo buried his head further into her chest, “Bong Cha. I was just thinking about Bong Cha. I’m sorry I got a little emotional when everything’s been fine all day.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. There’s nothing wrong at all. You’ve just remembered someone who used to be here and now you’re sad. There’s nothing to apologize for.” Her hands were careful as they held him, and slowly laid them on the soft coverings of their shared bed.

Yeonwoo could only reply with a hum as he held onto her tighter, tears he didn’t want to show escaping him along with memories of Bong Cha that now flooded into him. Bong Cha was always there from when he bought his first apartment, to giving him advice on what to do about the mystery that was Kang Haesol and she was even the one who helped him realize his feelings for the woman and prompted him to confess. Coincidently Haesol and he confessed at the same time while Bong Cha lazily lay on the counter as if to say ‘It took you guys long enough, you idiots finally did it huh.’

A small chuckle escaped him as Haesol softly wiped the tears from his face, before sighing, “Thanks Haesol” Yeonwoo paused, “You always make everything better, thank you.”

“You do too.”

“Hmm?”

“You make everything better for me too.”

Smiling, Yeonwoo pulled away, slowly sitting up as he could almost hear protest from Haesol before Kissing her forehead, quelling any complaint as she relaxed laying further into the bed. Twisting his torso, Yeonwoo reached for the lights above their headboard and switched them off. The only light coming into their room now the moonlight slipping through semi-open blinds.

Laying back and falling into her hold as she pulled him close, pulling the soft blanket over them, Yeonwoo held her in return, the grief he had felt moments ago still there but subsiding.

“Good night Haesol.”

He heard a yawn before she mumbled, “Goodnight Sunshine.”

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Yeonwoo was confused.

“Sweetie, how have you been? I’ve missed you so much!” His father’s arms stretched out, pulling him into one of his suffocating hugs. So confused.

Somehow managing enough brain power, Yeonwoo responded, “Me too Dad. I’ve missed you too.”

“We’re all going to have so much fun on this trip! Thank you for inviting us Haesol your so kind. We needed to get out of our comfort zone for a while. Isn’t that right dear?” His father asked arm draping around him as he addressed his mother.

His mother responded, hands wrapped around Haesol’s arm as they made their way to a hotel, “We really did dear, you’re such a nice girl Haesol letting us come along on this trip with you guys. You could have just made it a couple’s trip but you decided to invite us along such a nice girl. Yeonwoo if you don’t marry her you won’t hear from me anymore.”

Yeonwoo could hear himself emit an awkward laugh as he loaded the events of prior. Haesol had woken him up that morning telling them they had to get ready. She rushed him to get dressed and aided him in looking his best for whatever reason before they were out the door, in fully packed suitcases. Driving their way to the airport.

Yeonwoo tried to ask questions but she had stepped on the grass and was near speeding, in all the snow mind you, and he was too terrified to say a thing as he looked at her face, expression calm but something sinister lay underneath, something he didn’t want to poke. Haesol rushed him through the procedures and when they got on the plane his mind still whirling, they were escorted to first class and Yeonwoo couldn’t comprehend a thing.

Sensing this Haesol explained to him that she had booked a flight and preparations for them to come to the Christmas market in Seoul the night prior, her scrolling through her phone flashed in his mind, telling him she thought he deserved it and it would be a nice start to there vacation. Added that there would be special guests. Guests that he now knew were his parents.

Having made it to the hotel Yeonwoo had finally come to terms with what was going on around him, accepting his predicament. He knew Haesol was rich, Yeonwoo may not have known when he first met her but he certainly knew after going to her place for the first time. The expensive neighborhood and the even more expensive apartment left him in awe and somewhat self-conscious about what he could add to the place. Haesol of course, reassured him saying his mere presence in the home was more valuable than anything she owned. Yeonwoo begged to differ but at the time it filled him with pride.

Haesol had already made the reservations for their rooms the night before. Once they received their room cards they were free to go and drop off their things and then explore. Boarding the elevator Yeonwoo finely tuned into the conversation.

“Oh really?” His mother gasped, “His cooking is that good?”

Haesol nodded in response his mother’s arms linked with hers.

“Well, I’m not the least bit surprised our Yeonwoo’s cooking was always the highlight of our days,” She sighed, leaning her head on Haesol. “He would always add such cute creations he learned to make and was always so fun to see what he would make next.”

Huffing Yeonwoo interjected, the elevator door opening, “Mom you’re acting like I don’t still come over and give you food I’ve made fresh that day. It’s not like I don’t visit you guys often.”

“Oh honey I know I just wish you would come by more,” She giggled, “Though, with a girl like Haesol, I can understand why you would want nothing but to stay home all day”

“MOM!”

She had the nerve to place her hand on her cheek as they walked, confused, “What? I said nothing wrong?”

Yeonwoo could feel the fire tickling his skin as he sputtered unable to come up with a response. Haesol patting his shoulder wasn’t making anything better. His father, the traitor, agreed with his mother and ruffled his head before unhooking his arm, stepping towards his wife, and offering her his hand which she took.

“Well, son as much as I would love to stay here we’ve reached our rooms and need to unpack and get ready for the day ahead. Isn’t that right dear?” His father chirped, scanning the key to the room.

Haesol spoke up, “We’ll see you soon mother, and father.”

“Ohh so bold.” His mother swooned, “Please dear I’ve told you before Mom and Dad is much better. Come on now say it Mom an—”

“Ok, OK, that’s enough of that,” Yeonwoo pushed them into their room as they waved bye, “We’ll see you soon. Love you bye.” And closed the door leaving him and Haesol to stand in front of it.

“…”

“…”

Haesol reached over, a silent offer for him to take her hand, “I don’t mind you know. Your parents are great.”

“I know, but it’s embarrassing.” Yeonwo sighed, taking her hand and pulling his suitcase as they made their way to their room, “They didn’t say anything embarrassing did they?”

“They didn’t say anything but,” Haesol paused, amused by the suspenseful expression he wore, “Your mother did give me her blessing, and she showed me some baby pictures. Who knew your parents loved dressing you up in—”

“No, Haesol stop not you too,” Yeonwoo whined attempting to pull the hand in hers out of her hold but ultimately failed due to the grip she held it with.

“Is it so wrong to be curious about what my boyfriend looked like when he was younger?” She asked, fishing out the key to their room Yeonwoo didn’t realize they reached in the midst of his internal debate on whether or not his mother showed Haesol ‘that’ picture, “If it helps you were a lot cuter than I imagined that’s for sure.”

Just when Yeonwoo was about to let out a sigh of relief she added, “Especially in that dress. You were adorable.”

“…” Yeonwoo wanted to end it all then and there.

Face crimson and dark past exposed like a new open wound, Yeonwoo ripped his hand out of Haesol’s and pushed the door open, pulling in his suitcase along with him.

“What?” Haesol asked, closing the door behind her and coming up behind to hug him, “You were the cutest. I don’t see anything wrong with seeing pictures of my boyfriend though just a little smaller.” She squeezed him tighter.

A little smaller was an understatement. There was essentially nothing wrong with her looking at those pictures, but the teasing that he was 100% sure would ensue would be enough to kill him.

Turning around to face her, her fingers interlocking to rest on his waist, Yeonwoo squinted, pointing at her chest, “No teasing.”

“Come on not eve-” Yeonwoo cut her off with a finger to the lips.

“No. Teasing.”

She looked at him, those midnight eyes of hers softening before she nodded. Cautious, Yeonwoo pulled his finger away from her lips eyeing her as she leaned down to say something in his ear.

“You still looked so cute dancing on that stage though.”

Pushing her away, his once calm face now flustered Yeonwoo groaned,

“Haesol!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

“God no wonder they like you so much.” Yeonwoo rolled his eyes, “Just get over here and help me unpack if you’re done.”

Giving him a peck on the cheek Haesol hummed, a smile tugging at her lips, “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

->Chapter 2<-