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[froghwon]

hi 👋

[toruro]

— ✧ guilty as sin

pairing: mingyu x reader

genre: smut (18+ / mdni), non-idol au, open ending ... (pt 2 perhaps?)

word count: 8k

description: the thought crosses your mind that this is something you definitely shouldn't be doing. that what you're just about to do will be a terribly wrong move for you and your freshly broken heart.

warnings: alcohol & (mentions of) marijuana consumption

tags: mingyu and reader went to same high school, y/n and mingyu both are freshly out of relationships, blowjobs, sex, dirty talk, idk they banter a lot i think theyre cute so believe me

a/n: so this is a fun little piece ... i do have a plot outline for a part 2 and 3 but totally depends on if u guys want to see more of them ... anyways i know i have been mia with my writing but i really like this piece so i hope u all enjoy >_< tysm to the lovely @gyuswhore who beta read this for me bc everyone knows i don't proofread anything

“He’s single.”

You ignore Nayeon’s statement, pretending to scroll through a cafe’s website on your phone.

“He’s single,” she repeated, clearing her throat for a moment before. She’s unsure if you heard her.

Still no response. You try bopping your head to music, hoping Nayeon will think you’re extremely engrossed in the faint music from the radio.

She doesn’t.

“Mingyu’s single, damnit!” Nayeon yells out this time, and you obviously are caught off guard by the way you nearly jump out of your seat.

You crane your neck at her and frown. “I know Mingyu’s single! I know he’s single, Nayeon, but that doesn’t explain why he never replied to my message!” you cry out, throwing your hands in the air. “If anything, this makes things worse—that means he’s available and plain doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Nayeon shakes her head at you, turning her eyes back to the road. “That’s not true. I heard he only broke up with his ex recently. Maybe he’s just taking a break from … well, you know: other girls. I think that’s fair.” You don’t say anything, but you know she’s right. “And I think …” Nayeon follows, while you mentally prepare for what you know she’ll say, “I think you should learn to do that too.”

“Nayeon!” you whine.

“What? You also just broke up with Taehyun—there should be a waiting period, don’t you think? At least like—four months.”

“Four months?!” you screech. It’s a passing thought that she’s right. Deep down, you know that space is just what you need—a vacation from boys—all of them.

“Yes, four months. Seriously, do you think you’re even emotionally over Taehyun?”

You frown at her question, because you both know the answer to that. For god’s sake, you’d called her crying over how you fucked up by breaking up with him. “I mean—”

“You know, I don’t even think four months would be long enough for you. You’re so far gone, I think you might need at least a year before you can emotionally commit to someone.”

“Wow,” you say dryly. “Didn’t know you knew me better than myself.”

Nayeon smirks at you. “I mean, I think we both know that’s true.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your shoulder, looking at the window. Even with her rather annoying (albeit correct) analysis of your feelings, you’re grateful for her emotional support, and her offer to pick you up from the airport.

“How have you and Cheol been,” you ask her a few moments later, hopefully diverting the conversation. Nayeon huffs at your persistence on not talking about this, but she finally lets up.

“We’ve been good. Long distance has been easier than we expected,” she replies honestly.

“That’s good, I’m glad,” you say, trying to ignore the way your heart pangs just a little. It’s unfortunate that you and Taehyun weren’t so lucky. You two lasted ten months of long distance before things began to crumble.

You push the thought of you and Taehyun to the back of your mind. Just even hearing his name is enough for your stomach to turning into ugly knots, memories flooding back to you about just how badly you fucked up.

You try to remind yourself that mistakes happen to be learned from.

You can only hope that you don’t let anything like that happen again. Ever again.

It’s the next night when Nayeon climbs into your car as you park out in front of her place. “Coming home for break never really gets old, huh,” she says, buckling up over her lacy top.

“Cute top,” you compliment as you pull out of her driveway and make your way back onto the road.

“Thanks. Cheol got it for me,” she replies with a grin. “You ready for the night?” she asks with a slightly sarcastic laugh.

“Rhetorical question?” you shoot back with a raised brow. “Honestly, I’m not sure. It might be nice to see everyone together again, but also I’m glad that we left a lot of those people in the past.”

“Ooh, what do you mean by that?” Nayeon coos, and you both laugh together.

“As if you don’t know what I mean. I can’t imagine you’re exactly looking forward to seeing Renjun again.”

Nayeon grimaces deeply when you say that. “Why would you say that?” she whines. “Just had to go and remind me about him …”

“Nayeon, I love you but I’m not apologizing because you’re literally going to see him in ten minutes.”

“Whatever. Anyways, I know I told you to take time away from guys, but you’ve been pretty mopey about this whole thing with Taehyun and—”

“Hey! You said it was okay if I talked about him.”

“Before you rudely cut me off,” Nayeon snaps, “I was going to say that it’s okay to be upset about him. I just think maybe it’s also okay to let him out of your system, y’know? Deep clean sorta thing.”

You cock an eyebrow at her. “And how do you suggest I do that?”

“Well I was getting to that! You know who’s going to be there tonight?” she says excitedly.

“Oh let me guess,” you say flatly, pausing for an intentional five seconds before deadpanning, “oh my gosh, Mingyu?”

“Yeah! Come on, be more excited about it!” Nayeon cheers you on.

You sigh dramatically. “You know, I would be a lot more excited about seeing him if he didn’t air me when I messaged him a month ago.” You physically cringe whenever the image of your lone message in the chat with Mingyu pops into your head.

are you going to be home for the break?

He never responded, casually on brand for Mingyu and his nonchalance.

“The others haven’t talked to him since high school right?” you confirm with Nayeon. “None of you guys were really friends with him, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, I mean all of them don’t like him,” Nayeon says, referring to her other group of friends. You furrow your eyebrows.

“I guess he was kinda mean in high school …” you reply with a sigh. It’s true. Mingyu was kinda mean. Nayeon gives you a questionable look.

“No—well yeah—but they all don’t like him because they liked him and he didn’t give a shit. Hell, even I thought Mingyu was cute, but he would like never do anything with any of us.”

You purse your lips. You didn’t know that. “Oh really,” you say dryly.

“Yeah,” Nayeon says with a half laugh, and then shoots you a smirk. “That’s kinda why at the beginning of senior year Seoyeon was kinda, well, you know—”

“Bitchy,” you finished off for her. “I guess it makes sense,” you continue with a little sparkle in your eyes. You feel a wave of giddiness wash over you as you let yourself smile when you say, “I mean, I did get to kiss him.”

When you were with Taehyun, you always tried to avoid thinking about what happened that one night in senior year. Drunk for the first time ever, sharing a few puffs of weed with Mingyu, and there you and him were, cuddling on Nayeon’s friend’s couch in the living room in front of all of your friends. And then eventually the couch turned into a bed, and you weren’t surrounded by your friends, you were surrounded by four walls and a locked door, and of course you weren’t cuddling—damn it—you were on Mingyu’s lap and kissing him.

But of course, it was no perfect evening, because then the ruckus that follows 10 shots of alcohol began to crawl up your throat, and Nayeon was banging on the door (god, who’s room even was this?); so you flung yourself out of the room and hurled into the toilet across the hall.

That’s all you remember from the night, but unfortunately your friends reminded you of your rather poor alcohol decisions when you were sober the next morning.

“You kissed Mingyu!” they had said. “That’s fucking crazy. Didn’t you like him like two years ago?”

You had grimaced at them. Shrugged, trying to act like that wasn’t all that was running through your head because yeah, you did like Mingyu two years ago and it might’ve been a silly little hallway crush but god, if he didn’t have your stomach doing twists and turns for no damn reason and—

Eyes on the road, you remind yourself when you feel like you’re getting too caught up in your thoughts. Clearing your mind as you near the parking lot of the bar, you and Nayeon chat up on the latest gossip about all the people you’re about to see.

Soon, you make it into the bar, and you’re met with a myriad of familiar faces. They greet you with polite small talk and it’s a little bit funny. You have seen these people at quite possibly the most embarrassing era of their lives; and they had seen you at yours. It’s funny how you now exchange awkward smiles and unfamiliar handshakes with these same people.

You say hi to them slowly, one by one, checking them off in your head. Renjun … Joshua … Wonwoo … Seungkwan … Soonyoung … and the list goes on. Silently, you brace yourself for the last person of the lot.

Everyone’s conversing among themselves, so you’re confident that no one’s going to watch the horribly awkward interaction you and Mingyu have when your eyes meet as you approach him. You both might have agreed to pretend nothing ever happened between you two, but there’s something uneasy in the air right now. You haven’t seen each other in over a year.

You’ve been watching him from the corner of your vision. He’s got on a black button up, casually unbuttoned, shiny watch glinting against the dim bar lights, dark wash jeans that make his butt look really nice and—

God, you need to stop getting so ahead of yourself. You find yourself almost faltering in your step, getting caught up in your thoughts when you approach him.

“Hi,” you say to Mingyu once you finally find yourself in front of him. You try and distract yourself from the way heat is rushing to your face as you remember that he’s probably read the message you sent him, but you hope he won’t bring it up.

“Long time no see,” Mingyu responds with a smile you can’t quite read. You two stand in a bit of an awkward silence before you get the feeling that you don’t really want to be in this situation anymore. You clear your throat and straighten your back upon the realization.

“Well,” you say, letting your eyes wander elsewhere in the bar. “It was nice seeing you. I’m gonna just—” you point at Nayeon with a few of your other friends by the barstools, “—get going, you know, and—” you almost find yourself rambling before you choose to shut yourself up and walk away.

As you’re turning away, you hear Mingyu call your name for god knows what reason.

“We should catch up,” he says casually.

There it is. That’s it.

You turn back to him for just a moment, flashing a smile and a nod, before going back to spend some time with your other friends.

It’s about an hour and a half later, and you and your girl friends are past the pleasantries and now knee-deep into sharing the raunchy details of the past few semesters at college.

At some point, the drinks everyone had gotten at the beginning seemed to be running dry, so Seoyeon says, “Hey ladies, anyone ready for another few rounds of drinks, or—”

“Or even better!” Sakura squeals. “Shots! Who wants shots?!”

All of your friends cheer, and you smile along with them. “You guys go ahead,” you tell them when they start picking their stuff from where you’re seated to the bar area. “I’m driving tonight, so I’ll pass,” you explain, patting Nayeon on the shoulder.

She hugs you from the side, murmuring, “Ugh, you’re the best,” before joining the others as they head for their new round of drinks—or shots, was it—or maybe both—who knows? As they start walking away, you see a tall figure walking toward you, and once you recognize just who it’s about to be, your stomach does a flip.

“Hey,” Mingyu greets you once again, after the others all leave, and you’re scared to look him in the eye. You can see it from the corner of your vision: that gleam in his eyes. It’s mischievous, almost, but mixed with something else you can’t quite figure out.

He’s an enigma, you remind yourself again, and you don’t think you’ll ever quite figure him out.

“Hey,” you say softly, unsure what to follow with. You grip your mocktail from earlier a little tighter, using your other hand to stir it round with the thin straw.

“So, how’ve you been?” Mingyu asks you with a smile, raising both his eyebrows in a way that almost makes you want to call him cute. He leans against a wall beside you both, and gosh—it’s sexy too, and it’s driving you ‘cause he’s cute and he’s sexy at the same damn time, and you just can’t wrap your mi—

The question. You need to answer his question.

“I’ve been … alright,” you tell him, finally lifting your gaze to look up at his eyes. They’re staring right back at you, and you may not be under the influence, but you’re definitely under his. “Pretty good, recently actually,” you decide to add, some rush of excitement flooding over you. “You?”

Mingyu smiles at your near chirpiness, still holding eye contact. “Guess I could say the same. I’ve been better,” he says, and you both chuckle. “But I’ve been doing good, especially back here at home,” he says.

“Yeah,” you agree, “Something about this place, huh?”

“Something about this place …” Mingyu repeats, “Yeah. Well that’s fuckin’ true. It makes me feel a certain way.”

“Brings back the memories for me,” you say.

“The good?” Mingyu asks with a bit of an open-mouthed smile. “Or the bad?”

You look up at the ceiling, holding a finger to your chin while pretending to think intensely. “Both!” you conclude after a few seconds. Mingyu lets out a small laugh at your display, and then you find yourself thinking about that stupid four letter word. Cute.

“Cheers to that,” he chuckles, holding his bottle of beer up to you. You hold your mocktail glass up as well, clicking the glass with Mingyu and smiling together.

“Hey,” he continues, “can I get you another drink? Not sure how long you’ve been holding onto that one, but it seems like it’s no good now anyways.”

“Oh, no, no, no! I’m not drinking tonight—gotta get Nayeon and myself home safely. This is so I still look like I’m having a drink. Mocktail,” you tell him.

“Oh really? That’s funny. I never took you as a DD kinda girl—I’m much more familiar with the version of you that … well, you know.”

Yeah, yeah you did fucking know.

“What can I say, I’m a changed woman,” you claim coolly, aiming to act unbothered by what he just brought up. You take this as your chance to lean into him a little closer, holding your drink up to his nose. “What? Don’t believe me? Smell it.”

This time, Mingyu leans in even closer to you, hardly a foot of space between you two. You can only hope no one sees you two like this. Luckily for you and Mingyu, everyone seems to be a bit preoccupied with their own shenanigans elsewhere.

“Guess I believe you,” he finally concludes, lifting his head back up and settling back in his previous position. “So how’s school? Heard you’re running with that—what is it—math degree?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a smile. The thought of Mingyu hearing about you and remembering the details has you feeling some kind of way. “Got a few more courses left and then I can graduate! I’m assuming the same for you—only two more semesters, yeah?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I might go abroad this next semester actually,” he tells you.

“Oh really. Where’re you headed?”

“Spain, hopefully. Still waiting to see if I’ll be able to graduate on time if I go.”

“Wow,” you say in a breath. The image of Mingyu walking the roads of Spain under the sun, his tan skin glowing from the— “Wow, yeah. Spain is really cool. I’ve never been.”

“You should stop by,” Mingyu says with a shrug, almost too casually. You narrow your eyebrows at him.

Just as you’re about to respond, Nayeon drapes herself over you from behind, a little more than tipsy to add. You’re a bit startled, eyes wide and facing Mingyu as you both take a few steps, backing away from each other.

“Hey,” Nayeon greets with a faint slur, pointing a lazy finger at Mingyu. “This,” she says exaggeratedly, this time moving her finger to point at you, “is my lovely DD for the night, so I’d appreciate it if you don’t take her out for a puff.”

Mingyu gives her a flat look. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he says dryly, clearly bothered by Nayeon’s interruption.

Nayeon shrugs and you’re a little bit confused as to why she’s suddenly acting with this edge of hostility towards Mingyu. (Last you checked, their families were friends, and Nayeon was one of the only girls here who didn’t truly dislike him.)

“Wouldn’t count on it, you know, given what happened the last time,” Nayeon bites back, and this time you’re the one to be slightly irritated.

You shrug her off your back, saying, “Nayeon, don’t worry, I’m not gonna smoke or anything—trust me.” You think thoughtfully, glancing between her and Mingyu who has an indecipherable look on his face, and then you add, “And Mingyu wouldn’t anyways. I already told him I’m driving home. Why don’t you go hang out with Sakura? Looks like she’s calling you over.”

“Really?” Nayeon squeals, and just as quickly as she showed up, she’s gone again.

You chuckle as she hurries off, turning back to Mingyu. “Sorry about that,” you tell him sheepishly when you catch the way his lips are pursed tightly.

“Your friends will never let that up, huh?” he says, and you think he almost sounds annoyed as he takes a sip of his drink.

You raise a brow. “Have your friends let it up? Probably not, huh?” you bite back, a little mischievously. You’re both teetering around the topic—not exactly talking about what happened that night years ago, but at the same time, you’re both definitely talking about just exactly that.

Mingyu chuckles. “Touche.”

You’re unsure of what to say next. You can’t quite tell where this conversation is headed—if it’ll lead you to another dead end—another few years of shoving your lust for Mingyu to the back of your mind before he pops up again and makes you start all over again. There’s always going to be a little spark though, kindling somewhere inside you, ready to plunge yourself into this man you hardly know.

“Senior year was kinda crazy, wasn’t it?” you say with a sly smile.

When Mingyu mirrors the look on your face, you swear you feel the spark turn into a small flame. “Yeah, you could put it like that.”

You’re surely not intoxicated, but when you sense him shuffling a little closer to you, running his hands through his thick dark hair, a wave of boldness courses through you. “Do you miss it?” you ask, almost innocently, with your big pretty eyes staring up at him.

Mingyu smirks. “I probably should say no … but that would be lying. And I am no longer a liar.”

“Oh, has the Kim Mingyu retired from his title of pathological liar?”

Mingyu laughs this time, and it’s hearty. “I have, but just for tonight.”

“Does that mean I’m never going to see this truthful, honest version of yourself again?” you whine with a fake pout. You’re treading unfamiliar waters here, but you can’t remember the last time you had this much fun single.

Mingyu gives you a warning look, but then smiles. He opens his mouth, ready to respond, when Joshua calls out his name.

“Yo Mingyu! Check this out!” he yells from across the bar.

“Give me a second,” Mingyu calls back, but just as he’s about to turn back to you, Wonwoo speaks up.

“Nah Mingyu, you gotta come over now. Soonyoung’s doing this weird ass thing and—hurry up! He’s not gonna do it again and—” You hear a series of unintelligible shouts come from that area, and Mingyu gives an apologetic look before tending to his friends.

There’s something in his eyes that told you, this isn’t finished yet, but before you know it your friends scoop you up from the table area and pull you over to where they’re playing pool. Soon, any hopes you had of talking to Mingyu again were slim to none, both of you two involved with whatever your friends were doing, but also conscious about how it would look if you guys talked alone for any longer.

You can’t handle the speculation.

You’re pretty confident Mingyu wouldn’t be a fan either.

Later that night, you drop Nayeon off at her house, and then make your way back to your own home. After doing your nightly routine, you slip into the soft covers of your bed when you hear a soft buzz come from your phone.

You’re not exactly sure who’d be texting you at this hour, but as you reach for your device, something in your stomach just knows.

You’re smiling before you even tap your screen.

You’re grinning by the time you see the name pop up brightly.

mingyu: my fault for not responding earlier mingyu: so boba tomorrow at 8?

“Can’t remember the last time I had boba past 6 pm, to be honest. Weird choice,” you remark, tapping on the kiosk to adjust your order to your liking.

“You gonna be sassy about every decision I make?” Mingyu huffs, standing right by you in the empty little boba shop. You hum, as you continue to finalize your order.

“Mm, that depends.”

“On?”

“On what kinda decisions you make.”

Mingyu scoffs. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda my thing, you know?” you reply cheekily, clicking on the ‘Ready to Pay’ option on the screen. Just as you’re about to pull out your card, a firm hand is on your shoulder. You look up at Mingyu as he gently pushes you to the side and replaces your spot in front of the kiosk.

You don’t say anything as he punches in his own order, pulls out his credit card, and pays for both of your drinks. As the machine outputs the receipt, you show him a small smile. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

Mingyu gives you a look. “Yeah, I did.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence. Mingyu paying for your drink isn’t too weird—your guy friends in college buy you food all the time! Albeit you do occasionally return the favor, it never feels anything more than platonic.

So why does it give you butterflies when Mingyu so casually puts you under his tab?

You choose not to care. You’re not expecting anything out of this, after all. This is just for all good fun—reminiscing, if you wanted to put it like that.

“What’d you get?” you ask him, breaking the silence, as you peer over his arm to glance at the receipt. The action has your cheek brushing against his shoulder, and something tells you the both of you are thinking about it just as much as the other.

“Passionfruit green tea,” he says, holding the receipt closer to you so you can read it more clearly.

“Mmm, yummy,” you say gleefully, giving Mingyu a cheeky smile.

“Hey,” he scoffs. “I didn’t say I’d let you try my drink! Don’t get ahead of yourself now,” he teases.

You pout and furrow your eyebrows. “What the hell, Mingyu? Why not?” you cry out overdramatically. “Oh come on, I was gonna share my toffee caramel tea with you!”

Mingyu rolls his eyes playfully. “I don’t like toffee.”

“I didn’t know that! I would have ordered something else then.”

“Too bad you didn’t,” Mingyu replies with a carefree shrug.

You glare at him, stomach fluttering with something youthful—you’re having fun with Mingyu. “That’s not fair!” you whine.

“Must suck,” he says indifferently, watching you cross your arms over your chest from the corner of his vision. Something sparks inside Mingyu in the moment, watching you look up at him through your thick lashes. “Maybe I can give you a sip or two …”

Your eyes glow. “Really?”

Mingyu grins. “Yeah, but you’re going to have to repay me.”

Your eyes meet, and there’s something electric in the way you look at each other. The thought crosses your mind that this is something you definitely shouldn’t be doing. That what you're just about to do will be a terribly wrong move for you and your freshly broken heart.

But Mingyu’s eyes are glimmering, and there’s something in your stomach that is yelling at you to stop thinking so damn much and slam on the accelerator. You beam up at him with a challenging gaze.

“How do you want me to do that?”

An hour later you’re in Mingyu’s room, stumbling through his door with your hands already all over each other. His lips are soft against yours, peppering short but hot kisses all over you, your face, your neck and—god, fuck, how does he know about that one spot on your neck?

“Ah, Mingyu,” you moan quietly when his hands palm at your hip, fingers sliding under your shirt and brushing over your skin. His hands are warm, but still you shiver at the touch—just knowing it’s Mingyu and you, alone in this moment, is enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Well, that, and the way he’s got his tongue tracing over your collarbone. He’s too good at this, you think to yourself for a moment, before getting lost in the feeling. Soon, he brings his lips back to yours, and you kiss fervently as you stumble backwards into his bed.

With the back of your knees hitting the mattress, you both go tumbling onto the sheets, and suddenly everything feels all too familiar. Mingyu’s hands in your hair. Your lips glossy and swollen as you start to press kisses into his neck. The growing heat between the two of you.

You and Mingyu twist around in the sheets for a blissful moment, clothes and hair going awry as your limbs intertwine in this hot, messy mess of a hook-up. At some point, Mingyu ends up underneath you, back propped up against the mattress so that he’s sitting up straight, your legs straddling him as you nestle in his lap.

With your hands all over each other, he’s got his grip on your hips, pushing them up and forward in a curved motion that has you grinding against him. “Fuck,” you whimper when you feel his painfully hard length brush against your throbbing heat.

Your tummy tumbles at the prospects of what’s to come. Pulling back from Mingyu’s hot lips, you get to see him in a way you never thought you’d get to again—cheeks flushed, eyes fluttered shutted, and swollen lips partially open and panting for breath. His dark wisps of hair come down over his forehead, sticking to the thin layer of sweat that coats his tan skin.

Slowly Mingyu begins to open high eyes, laughing lightly. The sound makes you want to grin into eternity. Gently, he cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss, this one much softer, much lighter than the ones before.

Mingyu kisses you with what—dare you say it—care. He kisses you with care, he holds your chin as if it were made of glass, he brushes his tongue against yours in a way that tells you he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here and—

The thoughts have you reeling. Has being sexless for the past few months made you this vulnerable? you think to yourself in a passing moment; has the lack of male physical contact been this detrimental to your ability to have sex without feelings?

The moment passes, and you choose to push your thoughts to the back of your mind, pushing your lips harder into Mingyu’s to fuel a more fiery, more aggressive kiss. He groans into it, and the burning heat you feel every time you grind down on it makes it impossible for you to wait longer.

Slowly, you pull away from him and scoot down the bed between his legs. For a moment, Mingyu is still in a daze, eyes half open as he still imagines the feeling of his lips on yours. You inch down further, bringing your hands closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans.

Right as your fingers brush over the little bit of skin that peeks between his shirt and his belt, Mingyu lets out a soft gasp. Looking up at him, you’re met with the sight of his blown out eyes as he reaches down to hold your face again.

“I-I know I said you gotta repay me, but you know, you don’t really have to—not like this at least. I mean you can, but not if you don—” Mingyu rambles for a moment, and you almost want to use that god-forsaken word. Cute.

“Hey,” you say quietly, pressing your index finger to his lip. “Lemme do this—I want to.” You feel him relax under you, the finger that was on his lips slowly tracing down his jaw and then his neck, inching to his collar and—

Oh, he’s already gotten started on unbuttoning his shirt. You almost forget to get back at it, with the way you’re staring him down right now. Mingyu chuckles a little, watching the way your eyes dilate as you gaze over him.

“Like what you see?” He says it in a way like he knows what he’s doing to you. Like he knows you’ve got a puddle between the crest of your thighs.

You’re not shameful enough to stop yourself from grinning and nodding, “I do.”

Mingyu’s eyes flame with that hunger you’ve seen before. He likes the way you’re doing this. “You’re the fuckin’ devil aren’t you?” he coos, as you start to unbuckle his belt, pulling down the waistband of his pants. He lifts his hips as you pull them further down, patiently waiting for your response.

“The devil … you must think red suits me then,” you say it like a question. The way you smile tells Mingyu you’ve got something hidden up your sleeve. While he shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt, you sit nestled between his legs still fully clothed.

Mingyu watches you as you tug at the hem of your shirt before gently pulling it over your head, revealing a deep red lacy bra underneath.

“Speak of the devil herself,” Mingyu breathes out with a small smile, continuing to watch as you shimmy off your bottoms and reveal matching red panties. You admit: it’s doing a lot for a first boba date, but you can’t help but think it fits the scene perfectly.

Mingyu leans forward, pressing kissing on the bare skin of your chest as you play with the waistband of his briefs before finally pushing them down to reveal his length. Looking down, it’s long and it’s pretty and it’s thick, with veins pushing up against the sides.

With a soft gasp, you pull away from Mingyu and slowly settle yourself lower in the bed so that you’re laying stomach side down right in between his legs. Mingyu watches you from his view above; he watches the ways your eyes slowly gaze over his dick, fingers inching toward it before finally wrapping around the base.

He nearly gasps when you do—and Kim Mingyu is no virgin—but something about the warmth in your fingertips and the softness in your touch has him feeling electric. So when you bring your tongue to his shiny tip and lap, he straight up moans.

The sound alone has you opening your mouth wider, taking him fully into your mouth and down. Immediately, Mingyu’s hands shoot to your head, scooping up bundles of your hair and holding it behind your head. Slowly, you find yourself in a pattern of moving your head up and down, except there’s just one problem.

Mingyu is far too big and he’s far too gentle—you can’t fit enough of him in your mouth and he’s not exactly pushing you down so you think it’s time to take some action.

So as gently as you can, you begin to hollow out your cheeks and push yourself further down his length, eyes shutting when he hits the back of your throat. At once, you hear a loud groan and if you could move your lips right now, you’d be grinning.

And so you do it again. You pull your head back up and just as your lips are about to leave his tip you come back down and push as far as you can go, each time going a bit further down than the last. You do it a few more times before your jaw begins to ache for a break, and you pull yourself off of him completely.

You’re met with Mingyu’s dazed eyes as you look up. “You’re crazy,” he pants, fingers still tangled in your hair. “Holy fuck, you’re crazy.”

You grin up at him. “Sorry,” you say cheekily, watching as he throws his head back, taking deep breaths of air. His firm chest rises up and down heavily, and the heat between your legs grows at the realization that you’re the one to have him like this.

“Don’t apologize—shit—that was so—d-do that again,” he says, eyes darkening when he looks back down at you. His hands gingerly wipe some tears from your cheeks, going back up to hold your hair all the way back again. “That was so fucking hot.”

Your stomach churns as you part your lips again, wrapping them around his tip which now adorns a pretty stream of pre. He groans again when you envelop him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you start to move down again.

To be honest, you’re not usually this good at giving head, but with Mingyu, he’s got this—oh, there it is—the way your name rolls of his lips in a deep, guttural tone that has you gushing in your panties, and then you can’t help but press down more.

So you do it again, and again, until Mingyu’s practically thrusting his hips up as you take him into your mouth, his handsome face glistening with sweat from restraining himself. You don’t know how much time goes by but at some point you feel a tug; you look up and it’s Mingyu’s hands guiding your head off of him and pulling you into his mouth.

He kisses you messily, tongues licking into each others’ mouths as you shift so that you’re back at straddling him. With Mingyu fully naked, your bare stomach presses against his skin when his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close.

Instinctively, your arms wrap around Mingyu’s neck as you continue to kiss into him, bodies melting into one. You ease back to your previous movement of grinding into him, but with such little fabric between the two of you this time, it’s getting harder and harder to wait.

It doesn’t take long for his hand to make its way to your panties, rubbing your heat over the soaked fabric for a moment before lifting it and pushing it to the side.

Mingyu pulls away now, watching your face slowly contort into expressions of pleasure as he runs his fingers up and down between your sopping hole and clit.

“Mingyu,” you manage to whimper through heavy breaths.

“Yeah baby?” The nickname itself nearly has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He probably doesn’t have a clue about what he does to you.

“Can’t wait,” you tell him quickly, hands already grabbing for his glistening length. Mingyu, a little startled by your forwardness, falters back into the headboard a bit, relaxing for hardly a second before he feels your fingers guiding his dick toward your hole.

He thought he’d sit there and finger you first—give you a good eating out because if anything, Mingyu’s always really wanted a taste of you first—but something about the way you look at him with these eyes that look like you’d give him the world and more has him bending to your needy wishes/

So, when his tip is finally at your entrance, you both moan loudly. Your fingers make your way up to Mingyu’s neck, playing with the soft and short hairs that sit at the nape of his neck. “Oh,” you say in a sigh when his hips gently push you down to envelope his tip.

Even having him in your mouth couldn’t prepare you for taking Mingyu’s length inside of you. His tip, thick and bulbous, presses into you, and inch by inch you begin to let out small gasps.

“You’re—holy shit, you’re so big, M’ngyu,” you whimper.

You say it so cutely, Mingyu can’t help but groan under his breath. “Yeah?” he manages out, trying to hide the extent to which you’ve got him in a daze. “Can’t take it?” he coos.

Mingyu is, at the very least, extremely pleased when you—you, in your lustful, hazy state—still manage to cock an eyebrow at him and retort, “Of course I can.”

“Atta girl,” Mingyu murmurs, smiling with pride as he reaches for hips. Lowering your body over his dick, he watches you carefully while you continue to take him all in.

The way your chest heaves up and down in short breaths as you try to control yourself. The way your eyebrows pinch together every few seconds when you let out a small moan. The way your stomach twitches and turns when he brushes a finger over your clit.

You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful to Mingyu, he doesn’t think anyone can comprehend all the ways he wants to fuck you right now. Well, that is, anyone but you, because as soon as your bottom is pressed against Mingyu’s legs and you’ve gone as far down as you can go, you bring yourself back up and grind back down on his dick.

“Fuck, do that again,” Mingyu demands, but it comes out as nothing more than a pleading gasp as you both get used to the feeling of each other—it’s overwhelming, yet in the best way possible. “You’re so damn hot,” he murmurs when you repeat the motion, pressing wet kisses into your neck.

Each roll of your hips is punctuated with a quiet moan from your lips, the two of your lips meeting every few moments in a fiery but fleeting kiss. Mingyu fills you up so deeply, in a way that leaves you wanting more and more.

Your body is on fire and you can’t seem to stop now. It’s just—Mingyu’s got his dick pressing all the spots inside of you that have you biting down on your bottom lip, that have you digging your fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulder, that have you moaning into his mouth.

But even your own body has limits, because while the feeling of you bouncing back down on his length every time is nothing short of euphoric, your legs only have so much strength. Gradually, your legs begin to get sore.

Within seconds Mingyu notices the falter in your movements, and suddenly his hands are under your thighs, picking you up, and flipping you onto your back. Your back is now against the mattress, head resting on a soft pillow as Mingyu readjusts above you.

“Getting tired?” Mingyu chuckles, as he reaches down for his dick, aligning it at your entrance once more. A needy whine escapes your throat when he finally is inside of you again, his length filling up what felt far too empty in those passing moments before.

“Didn’t—ah! D-Didn’t take you as the type to make the girl do a-all the work,” you bite back.

Mingyu cocks his eyebrow at you, and you almost want to grin at the way his eyes darken at your challenging comment. “You got a bad bad mouth, huh? Let’s see if you can talk much anymore soon.” You open your mouth to respond, but at the last moment, Mingyu pushes that last bit of his length inside of you, effectively rendering you speechless as you see stars and try to quiet the rush in your ears. Mingyu just laughs. “Didn’t think so.”

He pauses for a few seconds inside of you, and you take this chance to admire him in a way you didn’t get to before. His skin is flushed all over, pink blooming over his cheeks as he swipes a tongue over his lips. As your gaze travels down, you catch sight of his abs once again, and you can’t help but grin at just the idea of getting to see him like this.

Now, Mingyu starts out with his first thrust. It’s deep, and unforgiving might you add. You shriek loudly, not expecting to fill you up even more than before, yet somehow it’s both equally overwhelming and infinitely more euphoric.

Based on the volume of your response to the first, he follows with another thrust, this one nearly as moving. Your responses mimic the last, and soon, Mingyu enjoys the pleasure of seeing you become a moaning mess beneath him.

So there Mingyu is, fucking the daylights out of you, one his palm cupping your cheek. And now here he goes, jotting his thumb out and pushing against your lips. It doesn’t even take a second for you to part your lips, his thumb slipping inside.

“Good fucking girl,” he grunts under his breath where you roll your tongue over the pad of his finger tip. Faintly, Mingyu recalls the way you swiped your tongue over his dick and there he goes with a particularly hard thrust at the thought.

Your legs are folded up completely, thighs pressing into your chest deeply every time Mingyu pounds into you. A moan stifles up one after another, muffled by his thumb in your mouth, but somehow not getting any quieter.

It’s around this point when Mingyu starts to feel it, the way you squirm a bit more after each deep, pointed thrust. The way your mouth starts to widen more and more, moans getting louder by the moment. The way you’re tightening around him—and there goes his queue.

His thumb in your mouth is pulled out and quickly moved down your stomach between your legs and right on your clit. That’s when you move from moaning to downright whimpering—whining—into Mingyu’s shoulders.

Your toes begin to tighten as he continues to slam into you, every muscle in your body beginning to go limp as you rake your fingers into his back, trying to hold on to something to ground you.

“I know baby,” Mingyu moans, his hands holding onto your hips with such a tightness you know you’ll be left with bruises.

“I’m s’close,” you manage to gasp out, hips meekly pushing up as well to meet Mingyu’s half way. You’re trying your best to keep to it together but fuck, it all feels so good—his skin is so hot but somehow your core feels even hotter.

You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks when you finally feel it—Mingyu’s length so deep inside of you, pressing up against your walls in all the right places—and so you crash.

Moaning and whimpering and writhing beneath him, you cry out when you finish, “Mingyu, fuck! I’m—’m coming.”

To which Mingyu gently kisses your neck while roughly pounding into you harder, now trying to meet his own end in deep fervor. “I know baby, I know jus’—fuck,” he nearly cuts himself off with his own moan when he feels your tight pussy squeeze around him. “Just’ hold on for me a little longer s—oh.”

You’ve got some spell on him. That’s got to be it. A damn spell has got to be the reason Mingyu’s finding himself way quicker than he’s ever before.

You’re brain is a bit too fucked to register the beautiful mix of shock and pleasure that crosses over Mingyu’s face when he begins to paint your soft walls white. “Fuck,” Mingyu groans loudly, pressing his dick so deep into you that you think you’d be able to feel it through your belly.

You squeal softly at the feeling—your pussy is now a hot, sopping, sensitive mess, and Mingyu’s cock is just far too long and far too fat for you to handle. However, the feeling of his seed fill you up has a warmth that overtakes the slight feeling of discomfort.

The air in his room begins to grow quiet and still as Mingyu finally slips his softening length out of you. You still lay with your back against the sheets, Mingyu pulling himself off without a word and flopping down on the bed next to you.

This silence is new.

It’s not uncomfortable, but there still seems to be some unspoken words that fill the space between you and Mingyu. Only the sound of your heavy breaths fills the room, the erratic patterns steadily starting to even out.

“Was that enough repayment for you?” you finally ask casually, breaking the silence. Mingyu chuckles softly.

“It was … pretty nice, I guess,” he responds, pushing himself up into a sitting position to fix the covers more comfortably over the both of you.

You narrow your eyebrows up at him. “Pretty nice? I’m gonna kill you!”

This time Mingyu laughs. “What do you want me to say? Yeah, it was fucking amazing?”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Well, would that be the truth?” you challenge him, a smirk making its way onto your lips.

“Of course it would be,” Mingyu scoffs—something about his shameless admission of praise has your cheeks burning and eyes lighting up. “But if I say that, then it means you’ve fully repaid me, and that means that we don’t have to do this again.”

“Ah I get it, so you’re lying to me so you can fuck me again,” you reply. Mingyu rolls his eyes at you.

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he pauses, and looks like he’s contemplating something before continuing. “But I mean, you can totally say no. Because with the way you’re talking, it seems like you aren’t interested so why don’t I save you the pain of having to reject me and—” As he turns away to grab something from his night stand, you cut him off.

“Hey, I didn’t say that!” you exclaim once you catch where he’s going. You say it so brazenly it startles Mingyu a little, and he turns around to face you.

Your eyes meet and oh—there it is again. That feeling in your stomach, a warm knot that tumbles around. You’re not sure what it means. You’re not sure what this means—this being you laying in Mingyu’s bed.

Something in the way Mingyu looks at you tells you you’re not going to have an answer for a while.

Something in the way Mingyu smiles at you tells you that you’re at least going to have some fun trying to find out.

a/n: hopeeeee u guys liked it! btw reader is a self insert so if u don't like her GET AWWWT. anywho i was rly nervous about posting this but here we go ... wait can u guys believe it took me literally 3 months to write this smut. i had the entire fic + more follow up stuff but all i had to write was this chunk of smut in the middle and i didn't do it literally just because i didn't want to. i don't like writing smut in full lenth fics anymore (ramble time. pls ignore me) because i have to write the entire scene. like i enjoy smut drabbles because it's fun i get to experiment but unless it's a full length fic related to a sex relate concept then it's fun (aka crybaby). i personally don't really enjoy most of the other smuts i write for things like this fic + flight of the stars, etc, because it's just the same kind of smut scene rewritten in different ways. i feel i'm not even doing it in different ways atp—I FEEL I AM LITERALLY WRITING THE SAME SCENES I HAVE WRITTEN BEFORE. how many different ways can one write "oh my god that feels so good" like sorry. okay i'm done with my rant and for clarity i actually do not care this much. i just think it's funny but i get it because i like little smuts like this when i read it's just a pain to write because at some point it's hard to get creative and i feel like i'm being a lazy writer :/ i write all this and complain and blah blah but i do really enjoy it like OK yeah i spent 3 months writing this smut but it ended up being way longer than i anticipated so ummm whose fault is that?! (everyone look away from tumblr user toruru) ok sorry if u stayed til the end of this author's note actually please let me know and i will be sending u virtual kisses. anywhp pls feel free to leave comments/reblogs they mean the absolute world to me

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we’re meant to be just friends

Lando Norris x best friend!reader

summary: lando and reader have been best friends since birth (their mums have been best friends since year 10) and now they have to navigate having secret feelings for each other while still growing up.

warnings: angsty, weird ass ending, girlfriend and girl best friend type trope, both of them being dicks, not really a happy ending ? idk tbh.

A/N: HIIIII this is long but i got very passionate with it. i went thru a break up recently (not a terrible one, we hadn’t been dating for that long but still sad) i felt like writing about something sad to make myself feel something. it worked. i hope u cry to this THATS THE GOAL 🙏 but enjoy nonetheless. this is low-key cringe, cheesy and i don’t even think the fight is very reasonable 😭 it’s also very badly written, especially towards the end, i got very tired as i wrote it even tho i kept going 😭 i have chapters and chapters written on these before any of this even happened (like happy cutesy ones) so if u want those LEMME KNOOWWW i love yaaallllll ❤️❤️

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you texted him at exactly 12:00am.

happy birthday lando. sixteen looks good on you.

you stared at the message for a long time after sending it. he responded a few minutes later—something with hearts and too many exclamation points, asking when you were coming over, if you were still making him that dumb cake you promised.

you didn’t reply.

you turned your phone off.

because the night before, everything fell apart.

your mum crying in the kitchen. your dad packing a bag. voices raised and cold silence and the word divorce tossed out like it was just another sentence.

and now you were supposed to get up, put on something cute, and act like nothing had changed—because it was lando’s birthday. and if anyone deserved a good day, it was him.

so you did it.

you curled your hair. wore his favorite color. even smiled when you walked into his house with the stupid chocolate cake in your hands. you didn’t let your hands shake.

his whole family was there. some of his friends too. people he knew from karting, from school. everyone buzzing around, excited for him. and lando—he was glowing.

he pulled you into a hug the second he saw you. he held on a little too long.

you didn’t mind. in fact, you kind of wanted to stay there forever.

“you okay?” he whispered near your ear.

you pulled back fast, smiled bright, and nodded. “yeah. just tired.”

he didn’t believe you. but he didn’t push it either.

you sat through presents and cake and cisca’s terrible off-tune singing. you watched lando laugh and light up every room he entered. you even teased him for crying a little when his older brother gave him a new watch.

you didn’t cry once. not even when he sat beside you later and leaned his head against yours for a minute.

but then your parents showed up.

together. for once.

and that’s when it cracked.

your dad was late. your mum was snappy. one wrong comment turned into another. then it escalated. right there—at the door. in front of everyone.

“you said you’d be on time for once.”

“i wouldn’t be late if you didn’t change the plans without telling me.”

“oh right, because you’re so good at communicating—”

“don’t start, not here—”

you froze on the stairs, halfway down. every muscle in your body tense.

lando was near the kitchen, eyes locked on you. he looked scared. for you.

cisca stepped in fast, soft but firm. “sweetheart, why don’t you head upstairs for a bit?”

you didn’t argue. you couldn’t even speak. you just turned around and walked to lando’s room like it was instinct. like it was the only place you could breathe.

you sat on the edge of his bed, shoes still on, hands clenched in your lap. the quiet was suffocating. your ears were still ringing from their voices. from the memories.

lando walked in a few seconds later and closed the door behind him.

he didn’t say anything at first.

just sat beside you. close. not touching.

after a minute, he quietly said, “you should’ve told me.”

you stared at your hands. “i didn’t want to ruin your birthday.”

“you think this is better?”

you laughed, sharp and small. “i thought i could keep it together.”

“you have been keeping it together,” he said, turning toward you. “too well. that’s the problem.”

you looked at him finally. and god, the way he was looking at you—like you were breakable, like you were everything—it made your throat burn.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you whispered. “i don’t know how to pretend that everything’s fine anymore.”

“then don’t pretend with me.”

you blinked fast. your eyes burned. your chest hurt.

“i don’t want to cry on your birthday,” you said, voice cracking.

“then cry with me,” he said. “i don’t care if it’s my birthday. i care that you’re hurting and i didn’t know.”

you didn’t mean to—but the tears came anyway.

and when they did, he was already there. arms around you, pulling you in like he was afraid you’d disappear. his hand on your back, soft and steady. his chin resting on your shoulder.

you buried your face in his hoodie and let it all out. you sobbed until your throat ached. until your fingers curled into his shirt like you needed him to hold you together.

and he did. every second of it.

when you finally pulled back, red-eyed and exhausted, he reached up and brushed your hair away from your face. his thumb hovered near your cheek.

“you’re still my favorite person,” he said, so quietly you almost missed it.

your breath hitched.

“even when i’m a mess?” you whispered.

“especially then.”

and there it was again—that moment.

the air between you shifting. your eyes flicking to his lips. his hand still on your cheek. your heart pounding so loud it hurt.

but neither of you moved.

not this time.

just a look. a feeling. a thousand unspoken things resting in the space between your faces.

and then—

he smiled.

not the usual cheeky grin. a soft, knowing one. like he’d wait as long as it took.

“come here,” he said, tugging you gently back into his chest.

you curled into him like it was second nature.

because it was.

and maybe you didn’t kiss him.

but god, it felt like everything still changed anyway.

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he missed her thing.

he didn’t mean to, but he did.

he’d been racing that weekend—some big european karting event his team wouldn’t let him skip. the timing was awful, but he told her he’d be back. swore he’d make it for her art showcase. even booked an early flight.

but delays happened. schedules changed. his phone died halfway through the day. and by the time he made it to her school, the lights were off. the gym was empty.

her project—some massive sculpture thing she’d been working on for weeks—was still standing in the corner.

he stared at it for a long time.

he didn’t know a lot about art, but he knew it mattered to her. and she’d asked him—just this once—to show up.

he went to her house straight after.

her mum let him in, gave him this soft, tight-lipped smile like she already knew how this was gonna go.

she was in her room, headphones in, sitting cross-legged on her bed with her sketchbook open. her eyes flicked up when he walked in, and something behind them just… shut off.

“hey,” he said, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

she didn’t answer. didn’t even pause her music.

“i’m sorry,” he said, stepping closer. “my flight got delayed, and then i—“

“save it,” she said flatly, pulling out one earbud.

he blinked. “wait, what?”

she closed her sketchbook with a sharp snap. “i don’t want to hear the excuses.”

“it’s not an excuse. i tried to get here. i wanted to be there—”

“but you weren’t.”

his chest tightened. “it wasn’t my fault.”

“it never is,” she snapped, standing up now. “you’re always off racing somewhere, always too busy, too far, and i’m just supposed to be okay with it.”

“that’s not fair—”

“isn’t it?” she cut in, voice rising. “you missed something that actually mattered to me.”

he stepped back like she’d slapped him. “i know. and i’m sorry. but it’s not like i was off partying—i was working.”

“yeah, and i’m tired of always being second place to your ‘work.’”

that one hit hard.

he opened his mouth to argue. to explain. to fix it.

but instead, something snapped.

“you think this is easy for me?” he said, louder than he meant to. “you think i like missing things? i hate it, alright? i hate missing you. but this is my life. this is what i’ve worked for.”

“and what about me, lando?” her voice cracked. “am i just supposed to sit here and wait for you to show up when it’s convenient for you?”

“you know that’s not how it is.”

“do i?” she asked, quieter now. “because lately it’s starting to feel like i’m just… here. like i’m just background noise to your main story.”

he flinched.

the silence stretched.

she turned away, crossing her arms like she was trying to hold herself together. “you used to be my person.”

“i still am,” he said, softer. “you’re still mine.”

“then act like it.”

his throat felt tight. “i don’t know what you want me to say.”

“i wanted you to be there.”

and there it was. simple. devastating.

“i know,” he said, barely a whisper.

she didn’t look at him.

and for the first time in their lives, he didn’t know how to fix it.

he left not long after.

she didn’t stop him.

he sat in his car in her driveway for a long time, forehead pressed to the steering wheel, trying not to cry.

and that scared him.

because fights were supposed to be temporary. but this—this felt like it might actually change something between them.

and he wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

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the thing about drifting apart is that it doesn’t always feel like a storm. sometimes it’s just a slow unraveling. a little less texting. a few more missed calls. “sorry, i’ve been busy” and “maybe next week” and “i’ll let you know.”

after the fight, things weren’t the same.

you still talked, sure. still saw each other at school, at home when your mums made you. you even laughed a few times, shared inside jokes that hadn’t died yet. but the closeness—the everythingness of him—faded.

and you didn’t know how to get it back.

you were busy too. school, college applications, helping your mum through the new house paperwork. lando had racing, constant travel, interviews, training. life kept happening.

but still, sometimes at night, you’d catch yourself staring at your phone, wondering if he was thinking about you too.

it happened on a tuesday.

you were sitting in your usual spot at lunch, half-listening to the girls next to you talk about a physics quiz, when he walked in.

you looked up automatically. you always did.

he was with someone.

she was pretty. like, really pretty.

long dark hair, soft features, that kind of quiet confidence people didn’t need to announce. she wore his jacket—his—and she was laughing at something he said, like it was the funniest thing in the world.

he looked relaxed. light. like he didn’t have the weight of the last few months still sitting in his chest.

like he hadn’t even noticed the space between you anymore.

you looked away before he could see your face.

her name was sienna.

apparently they’d met at a karting event in italy. she was someone’s niece or cousin or whatever—lando hadn’t really explained much, just said she was cool, and funny, and they’d hit it off.

he started bringing her around more often.

you’d come over for dinner and she’d already be there. feet up on his couch. curled up with his dog. flipping through channels like she belonged there.

you told yourself it was fine.

you smiled when she hugged you. laughed when she made a joke. complimented her perfume, her nails, her hair. you were everything you were supposed to be.

and it felt like hell.

one night, you were at his house. a group hangout, supposedly. except it was mostly sienna, lando, and background noise.

you sat on the floor, pretending to scroll through your phone, while she talked about some race he had coming up. he watched her talk like she hung the stars.

your stomach twisted.

you got up, said you had to pee, and slipped away.

you ended up in his old room. the one that still had your hoodie in his drawer, your handwriting on sticky notes, your pillow tucked in beside his.

you sat on the edge of his bed, heart too loud, throat too tight.

you didn’t cry. not yet. but you were close.

“hey.”

his voice came from the doorway.

you didn’t turn.

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you lied.

he walked in, shut the door behind him. the soft click of it sounded too final.

“you’ve been quiet all night,” he said gently.

you shrugged. “guess i’m just tired.”

“you sure?”

you looked up at him. he was watching you with that face—the one he used to make when he knew something was wrong, back before he pretended he didn’t.

“you like her?” you asked, before you could stop yourself.

he blinked. “what?”

“sienna,” you said. “you like her?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “yeah. i do.”

you nodded. it felt like someone had punched a hole in your chest.

he sat beside you, close but not touching.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked quietly.

“i dunno,” he said. “guess i thought you wouldn’t care.”

you turned to him. “why would you think that?”

“i don’t know,” he said again, voice smaller. “you’ve been… distant.”

“so have you.”

he looked down at his hands. “i didn’t mean to be.”

“neither did i.”

the silence between you stretched, long and heavy.

you stared at the space between your knees. “it just feels like you’re disappearing from my life one piece at a time.”

he flinched. “i’m not trying to.”

“but you are.”

and he didn’t deny it.

you didn’t cry until after he left the room.

that night, you stayed up staring at the ceiling, wondering when exactly it had changed—when he stopped being yours, even in the way that didn’t need words.

and the worst part wasn’t that he liked someone else.

it was that he didn’t even see that you were still right there, waiting for him to notice.

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it’s been weeks now.

lando’s been busy. sienna’s been around. and you—well, you’ve just been… existing. you’ve kept up the act. the one where everything’s fine. where things between you and lando haven’t changed, even though they’ve completely changed.

the worst part is, it’s not like you even meant for it to happen. you didn’t set out to drift. it just sort of happened. one conversation at a time, one unanswered text at a time. it’s like you’ve been shrinking into yourself.

and the worst part is you’re not sure if lando even notices.

but you notice.

you notice when you don’t hear from him for days. when he’s always with sienna, his laugh easy and carefree. when you’re left standing on the sidelines, wondering if you’re still his best friend or if that title’s been handed to someone else.

you don’t say anything about it. of course, you don’t.

not when you’re still figuring it out, not when you still don’t know what’s worse: the way you feel about him or the way things are between you two now.

it happens one afternoon, when you’re sitting on his bed, trying to make conversation that feels like nothing—about school, about college, about races. anything to fill the gap between you. but it’s too late for small talk.

“i saw you with sienna last night,” you say quietly, looking at the way your fingers play with the edge of your sleeve.

lando’s sitting on the floor, leaning against his dresser. his brow furrows. “yeah? we were out for dinner.” he pauses. “it was fun.”

you nod. “i can see that.”

the words come out before you can stop them, too sharp to take back.

he looks at you, confusion in his eyes. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, but it doesn’t feel like a shrug. it feels like everything you’ve been holding inside for so long, but not enough to let it spill over yet. “i don’t know. just feels like you don’t really need me anymore.”

lando goes quiet. he glances down at his hands before looking up at you again. there’s something raw in his eyes. something that makes your heart skip.

“you’re still my best friend,” he says, but there’s this uncertainty in his voice that catches you off guard. “just… you’ve been distant, too.”

“i haven’t been distant,” you snap, before you can catch yourself. “i’ve been right here. but you’ve got your new girlfriend now, and everything’s different, lando. i don’t know where i fit in anymore.”

he winces. and that’s all it takes for the dam to break.

“i don’t fit in anymore,” you continue, voice shaking. “and that’s fine. i get it. i just wish i didn’t feel like i was losing you. like you don’t even care that i’m still here.”

there’s this long pause, one that stretches so thin you’re scared it’ll snap. and then, lando finally speaks.

“i do care,” he says, his voice low. “but i don’t know how to make it right. i feel like i’m constantly messing things up.”

he runs a hand through his hair, looking lost for the first time in ages.

“i don’t know what i’m doing, either,” you say, more quietly now. “it’s just… we’re not the same anymore, lando. we’re different.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you can see the hurt in his eyes. you don’t want to be the reason he looks like that, but you can’t help it.

“maybe we need some time apart,” you say softly, the words tasting bitter on your tongue, like they don’t even belong to you. but you say them anyway.

lando doesn’t answer right away. instead, he just stares at you, his expression unreadable. and then, his voice cracks.

“do you really want that?”

it’s the way he says it that breaks something inside of you. like he’s already afraid of the answer.

you look away, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. “i think we need it.”

the silence between you two is deafening, but it feels necessary. like it’s a breath that’s been held too long.

finally, lando speaks again. “i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t lose me,” you whisper, but even you don’t believe it.

he gets up from the floor slowly and sits next to you, but not too close. the distance feels wrong. you’ve never been this far apart before.

“i’m sorry,” he says after a long pause. “i didn’t mean for things to get like this.”

“me neither.”

you don’t know what else to say after that. nothing feels like it’ll fix it. nothing feels like enough.

so, you just sit there, in the quiet.

maybe you just need to be apart for a while. maybe this time will give you both the space you need. maybe it won’t.

but for now, it’s all you’ve got.

୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ

it’s been five months.

five months since you last heard from him. five months since you decided to give each other space. at first, it felt like a break—a necessary one. but now, five months in, it just feels like a silence that stretches farther than you ever imagined it would.

you tell yourself that you’re okay. that it’s fine. that you’re not missing him—because that’s a lie, right?

but you do.

you miss the way he used to laugh at the stupidest things. the way he’d always come up with excuses to hang out even if it was just for a few minutes. you miss the way you’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time. the easy connection you used to share.

instead, it’s just… nothing.

his name doesn’t pop up in your texts anymore. you’re not invited to his races, not even as a friend. sienna’s always there. and maybe, just maybe, that’s what hurts the most: the feeling of being replaced, the sense that you’re not needed in his world anymore.

the worst part is, it’s not even his fault. it’s yours. you asked for the distance. you don’t want to blame him for any of it, but you still do.

you’ve been busy, too. school, friends, other things that keep you distracted. at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

but in the quiet moments, when your thoughts wander, it’s like you can feel his absence in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a part of you that wants to text him. to break the silence. but you can’t bring yourself to do it. not after all this time. it’s like you’ve let the distance build a wall between you that you can’t tear down. and every time you think about reaching out, you wonder if he’s even thought about you at all.

one evening, as you sit alone in your room, your phone buzzes. it’s a message from your dad. you quickly check it, hoping for something normal, something to distract you from the thoughts that keep swirling.

but it’s nothing.

and in that nothingness, you feel it again. the void. the space that’s taken over every corner of your life, every place lando used to fill.

you push your phone aside, and the tears come anyway.

it’s stupid. it’s so stupid. he’s just… not part of your life anymore. and you shouldn’t care as much as you do. but you do. you care more than you’ve let yourself admit.

and then, there’s a knock at the door.

you wipe your eyes quickly, assuming it’s your mom. but when you open it, there’s no one there. instead, there’s just a single envelope on the floor, the handwriting on the front unmistakable.

lando.

you stand there for a moment, unsure whether to pick it up or leave it there. but your hand moves before your mind catches up. you pick up the envelope, heart pounding in your chest as you pull out the letter.

it’s short.

hey, it’s been a while. i hope you’re doing okay. i’m sorry. i never meant for any of this to happen. i miss you. - lando.

it’s simple. it’s too simple. and yet, it feels like the most important thing anyone’s ever said to you.

you read it again. and again. and for a moment, you let the tears fall without trying to stop them. because in the silence of the last five months, this is all you needed: an acknowledgment that he still thinks about you.

but you don’t know how to respond.

you want to. god, you want to. but it feels like it’s too late now. like five months of nothing is too much to fix.

still, you take a deep breath, grab your phone, and start typing a message.

hey, i miss you, too. i’m sorry, too.

you stop, staring at the message for a long moment. and then, you delete it.

maybe this isn’t the time to break the silence. maybe it’s not even time to start speaking again.

but for the first time in five months, you don’t feel so alone.

THE END :>

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ain't no love; epilogue

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SERIES SUMMARY: Miles G Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life one in the middle of the semester, the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 ← PART 5 / EPILOGUE

chapter summary: You and Miles share a few months of normalcy. And maybe something new, too.

content/warnings: depictions of miles (whipped) morales

word count: 1.5k

a/n: wahoo we did it guys thank u to @/qiuweyballs forever for proofreading LETS FREAKING GO MAN

"You sure it's five dollars?"

"Four dollars, ninety-nine," the man behind the counter replied, grinning until his eyes were barely visible behind his tinted glasses. "Completely positive, young man."

"Aight, sure. Here."

While Miles was sure the man had definitely stuck another price on top of the original one, he didn't really want to stay in this rickety old comic book store any longer. Miles' hand had gotten kind of sweaty from holding yours by now — not that he minded. It was totally fine that he was also sweaty everywhere else he had skin. When had he gotten this sweaty? He was done with puberty. He was a man. He was your… Uh…

"Are we going?"

Your voice broke his trail of thoughts as his eyes jump from the counter to you. Right. You'd agreed to go out with him. And at the end of this, if he would just stop sweating, maybe you'd go out with him again. And it wouldn't be to Marge's like the first thing he suggested when he was totally out of it before realising that probably wasn't the best place for a date.

"Miles?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. My bad."

He snatched up the comic book, the man's squinted eyes never leaving him. That head of silvery hair had once been closer to brown, maybe when comic books didn't go for five whole dollars. "NO REFUNDS. EVER." passed him by as he left the store, his hand still in yours, trying so hard to not move but also to get into a less sweaty position. This was the last comic book he'd ever buy, damn it.

It was coming to the start of spring, and that meant the day was a little more ideal for a date. Visions did like to run things a lot more intensely, but you'd finally managed to make it to your next break. The two of you had more time to spend together now that most exams were over, and you'd spent the whole of today going to places that Miles had wanted to show you for a while.

In-between that, there had been a lot of explaining too — to both you and Uncle Aaron. He'd told you everything from the start, even if piece by piece on lunch breaks, or texts, or late night phone calls that you somehow managed to pick up regardless of the time. He told you how he'd gotten into Visions, why he was "so good at math" it annoyed you. He told you what happened to his dad, who his uncle was, what his Prowler gig was. He told you about college, and about his mom. Thank God you and his mom got along. It had been pretty tense when she'd found out he'd tried to quit school.

Being back in Visions, Miles had also told you all about his new roommate, Ganke. Devising ways to get out of school was particularly annoying, with Ganke staying up all night to work on some thesis. Ultra-smart. Way too good at video games. Maybe a little better at physics than him. What type of high-schooler has a thesis to work on anyway? He didn't mind the guy, though. It was nice to kick back and play games with someone again.

The most recent thing he'd told you, however, had been rather short. One word and one action he'd decided on in a split second while you were working on math homework together. He'd taken some… advice. Usually his uncle's advice would be good and thoughtful, but this little incident had been chipping away at his mind all week.

"Hey." That god-damned shoulder touch.

"…Hey yourself?"

The silence. It was the loudest thing he'd ever heard.

"You gonna… ask me out now?"

"What?" His voice had shot up about nineteen octaves. The highest thing he'd ever heard.

"I mean, what is this?"

"I didn't say��� Wait—"

"What?"

"Wait, wait, no— Yes—"

"Miles?"

"Can I take you out? Please?"

You laughed, and his face had gotten stuck. It was one of your cute laughs. No, every one of your laughs was cute. No, wait, yes—

"Hey, look, it's the superhero you like."

MIles turned to see what you're looking at, and nearly spins himself around 360 degrees in the process. Totally on purpose, because he was cool. Not because he was still sweating.

"Oh, yeah," he commented, squinting at the cosplayer. "Huh."

"There's tons of people dressed up…"

"Probably Comic-Con, or something."

You just nodded thoughtfully, looking around at all the cosplayers passing by. Maybe the Prowler thing would pay eventually, or he could get an actual part-time job. He could take you both.

Miles let out a sigh, before feeling your hand squeeze his.

"We've been out for a while." There you were again, the bustle of the city muffling behind the sound of your voice. There was a little smile on your face, and he found the corners of his mouth were trying to lift up without his knowledge. "You wanna go back to yours?"

And so he was back in his room. That walk had been way too short to think of ways to be cool. You'd been in here a few times by now, studying, playing video games, peeking at the figurines he'd put away to potentially sell. Reading the comics he liked, even if their price was starting to make him wince a little. You seemed to like it, though, even if his room was starting to become barren of things he might as well have grown out of by now.

"The food was good," you started, as the two of you settled down in his room.

"Hope that place stays open," he muttered, trying to reel in the sense of weariness in his voice.

"Why wouldn't they? It looks like they're doing well."

"Exactly. They get bought out as soon as they do."

"Oh."

Way to sour the mood, Morales. How is that even relevant?

"You're right, though," you contemplated, frowning a little. "It feels like everything's getting bought up recently. Even Vision's cafeteria changed companies."

"Eugh, don't remind me," he replied, rolling his shoulders to make a show. "That food is lethal."

"You'd think Visions of all places would have decent lunch."

"Exactly. At least they've still got vending machines." He couldn't believe he didn't know you could cheat them until you showed him. This vending machine business was lucrative.

"True."

Miles tried looking at you, but only got to looking at your knee. His heart stops when he feels your arm around him, and he finally meets your expression. That little gleam in your eye doesn't go unnoticed.

"Thanks for the date," you start.

"Anyti—" Your lips pressed against his cheek before he could finish.

Miles fought valiantly, but the grin that formed on his face fought harder.

"Did you uh… did you miss?" he muttered, without thinking. Did you miss…? Did I miss all fifteen years my mom raised me?!

"No…?" you replied, laughing awkwardly. God, he totally just bombed it. "Do you… want to?"

Okay, he didn't just totally bomb it. He had a chance. Did he even really wanna kiss you yet? No, yeah, he really did. Why can't I move?!

"I don't know how to… how to… you know."

He had only planned so far ahead. Miles had no idea how to kiss someone.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just do it."

He closed his eyes, feeling your hand give his a little squeeze, before he felt the faint brush of breath against his lips. And then he felt warmth. The taste of lip balm he'd let you borrow. He was kissing you.

Miles kept his eyes closed, but his hand had found the small of your back anyway, pulling you closer. The kiss had only lasted for a few moments, but when he finally opened his eyes, the world was a lot brighter than he remembered. Your smile was a lot brighter than he remembered. His face was a lot hotter than he remembered.

"The next one's on you," you murmured, simply. He could feel the words against his skin, tickling his face. You were insanely good-looking this close.

"Cool." His voice came out in a slightly breathless mumble.

His lips found yours again, and his eyes fell shut. He felt his shoulders relax. His heart had finally started to slow from its pounding. He wasn't sweating anymore.

And he was kissing you. You were his. He sure as hell was yours.

"Stay," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes on yours.

"How long?"

"Forever."

"Forever?" The two of your quiet laughs are muffled with another kiss.

"Yeah," Miles replied, as his hand went up to cup your cheek. "I got so much more to tell you."

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[emistoast]

WONDERFUL PEOPLE — TC SMAU

thought i’d try my hand at a social media au, kinda short but i might make a second part

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Instagram —

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sabrinacarpenter beautiful 🖤

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ynxme THE DRESS

ynstattoo i could make you so happy pls just one chance 🙏🏼🙏🏼

sabyn who else saw that clip of her and timmy meeting ?!

↳ ynfan1 NO WAY ITS HAPPENING

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tchalamet had a wonderful night, met some wonderful people

zendaya okayyy

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sabyn “wonderful people” just say Y/N

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chalamettfan bros MAJESTIC

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sabrinacarpenter ooooh we cute

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billieeilish hot

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ynfan1 timmy liked 👀

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tchalametdaily tweeted - Timothée seen yesterday at Y/N L/N’s concert! And sharing a kiss afterwards

timmysring replied blurry ass photo 💀💀

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tchalamet lately

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ynfan1 please say the first picture was a date

ynln u a fan?

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ynln a love song. tonight at midnight

sabyn TIMOTHÉE IN THE MV??

tchalamet hey it’s me!

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lauriesn1 this is my favourite timeline

ynfan1 we can take this as confirmation right?

tchalamet this was so much fun! hope everyone enjoys the video

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ynfan1 replied — she’s genuinely never looked so happy, timmy’s doing something right !

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[solvyn]

Can u write a fic with Booker where he and Reader have a child together but are separated, one day they meet at their son's school for parent meetings and he gets jealous when he sees her talking to a guy he doesn't like. He offers her a ride, on the way they leave their son at his grandmother's house and end up having a disagreement, Booker takes her home and there they resolve things...

burning bridges - d.booker

summary: after a tense meeting at their son’s school, devin and his ex have a heated confrontation that leads to an unexpected and passionate reconciliation, igniting desires that had long been buried. word count: 2.7k warnings: jealous devin, smut - fingering, car sex, unprotected p in v

you hadn’t seen devin in weeks. the only time you two exchanged words lately was during the occasional parent swap for your son. the moments were always brief—awkward, sometimes civil, sometimes filled with the underlying tension of everything unsaid. but today, the parent meeting at your son’s school had forced you into the same space again, and the silence between you both was thicker than ever.

as you entered the classroom, you spotted devin sitting by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the room. even from a distance, the sight of him made your stomach flip, but you quickly pushed it down, focusing on your son’s artwork displayed on the walls instead. when devin noticed you, he gave a small nod, a hint of a smile on his lips, though his eyes remained guarded.

“hey,” you greeted him, walking to the empty chair beside him.

“hey,” devin responded, voice low but measured. "how's everything?"

you gave a half-hearted shrug, settling into the seat next to him. “good. you?”

“same,” he replied, his eyes flickering to the door as a few more parents walked in.

you both sat in silence as the meeting progressed, neither of you daring to say much beyond the usual pleasantries. but you couldn’t ignore the way devin kept stealing glances at you, like he was waiting for you to say something, to break the tension. every time you spoke to someone else or laughed lightly at a comment, you saw his jaw tighten ever so slightly. you couldn’t help but wonder if it was jealousy or just the usual discomfort you both felt in each other’s presence now.

and then, it happened.

a single dad, another parent at the meeting, approached you as soon as the teacher had finished speaking. you didn’t know him well, but he’d been a familiar face at the school, often chatting with you in passing. his name was matt, and though you’d only spoken a handful of times, he seemed friendly enough. today, though, his approach felt different. his eyes lingered on you a little longer than necessary, and as he asked about your son’s recent performance in class, he seemed to stand just a little too close.

you gave him a polite smile, trying to keep the conversation focused on your son. but you could feel the subtle shift in the air, the way matt’s hand brushed against your arm when he pointed out a note on a piece of paper in your hand, his fingers lingering a moment longer than was socially acceptable. you immediately pulled your arm back, surprised by the way his touch made you feel—a little uncomfortable, but also a little flattered, which was an unsettling combination. you could feel devin’s eyes on you now, burning into the side of your head, though you didn’t dare look over at him. you were acutely aware of his presence, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle.

“oh, that’s sweet of you,” you said to matt, forcing a smile. “he’s doing well. thank you for checking in.”

matt grinned, his eyes flashing with a hint of something playful, something more than friendly. “anything for a fellow parent,” he said smoothly, leaning in just a little closer as he spoke. his voice dropped an octave, and you felt a flutter of something unfamiliar in your chest.

it was then that you dared a glance at devin.

he was staring at you, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin. his eyes were narrowed, intense, and locked onto you and matt in a way that made you feel like you were on display. you quickly shifted your gaze back to matt, trying to ignore the undercurrent of tension crackling in the air. but you could feel devin’s anger simmering just beneath the surface. his posture had stiffened, and even though he hadn’t moved, you could practically feel the storm brewing within him.

“it was nice talking to you, but i should get going,” you said, trying to wrap things up, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. but matt didn’t seem to get the hint.

“you sure? i’m just getting started here,” he replied with a charming smile, not even pretending to hide the flirtation in his tone.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, devin stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he made his way over to you both. you could feel the shift in energy instantly, like a sudden change in the atmosphere, as devin approached with a look on his face that was impossible to misinterpret.

“hey, man, i think that’s enough,” devin’s voice was calm, but the warning beneath it was clear. he stepped in close to matt, his broad frame towering over him. “i’m sure y/n has things to do.”

matt raised an eyebrow, looking between you and devin, sensing the tension. “yeah, sure. no harm done, man,” he muttered, taking a step back.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as matt retreated, but devin didn’t look at you. instead, his eyes were locked on the other man, his jaw still tight. you knew you had to intervene, but before you could say anything, devin was already turning to you.

"you need a ride?" he asked, his tone unusually curt, though there was something underneath it—a hint of something that you couldn’t quite place.

you glanced up at him, surprised at the offer but too tired of the games to care much. "sure," you said, not bothering to argue.

as you all walked out to the parking lot, devin’s gaze never left you, and you noticed him scowling when your son pointed out something in the parking lot, laughing with a guy you had just spoken to during the meeting.

he clenched his jaw, his voice tight. “i don’t like him.”

you raised an eyebrow. "he's just a parent. we were talking about school stuff."

"doesn't matter," he muttered, staring at the guy for a beat longer than necessary before glancing at you again, his expression hardening. "we'll drop him off, then we need to talk."

you didn’t have time to argue, so you simply nodded as the drive to your mother's house was quiet, save for the occasional glances between you two. when you reached her house, you dropped off your son and told him you'd be back soon before getting back in the car.

the drive was tense, the car filled with an energy that neither of you wanted to acknowledge but both felt. devin’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, and every now and then, he would glance at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw clenching.

you were trying to hold your ground, keep the walls up, but the way he looked at you—like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words—made your heart race. you hated how it made you feel. you hated that you still cared.

as the car neared your house, devin glanced at you again, his voice gruff. “you know, you make this so much harder than it needs to be.”

you swallowed hard, frustration bubbling up in your chest. “i’m not the one complicating this, devin,” you retorted, your voice quieter but full of tension. “you are.”

"yeah?” his tone was laced with sarcasm, and there was a bitter edge to it that made you clench your fists in your lap. “i’m sorry for caring too much.”

before you could respond, he abruptly turned the car into your driveway, the tires skidding slightly as he parked. you didn’t say anything at first. the silence between you was almost unbearable, thick with everything that hadn’t been said and everything that didn’t need to be.

devin killed the engine but didn’t move, his hand resting on the gearshift as he turned to look at you, his gaze dark, almost challenging. “you still want to act like there’s nothing between us?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt the question hit you like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. but something inside you snapped. you weren’t going to play this game anymore. not with him.

you leaned forward, your hand brushing over his, and before he could say another word, you kissed him. hard. the urgency of it was electric, your lips crashing against his, as if you were both trying to pour everything you’d been holding back into that one moment. his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as his breath became more ragged.

devin’s free hand found the side of your thigh, slipping underneath your dress, fingers grazing the soft skin of your inner thigh. you shivered, the heat between you both intensifying, your body responding instinctively. It wasn’t just a kiss anymore. it was everything—raw, needy, and impossible to ignore.

when you broke the kiss for air, both of you were panting, breathless. you could see the raw desire in his eyes, the hunger. and you couldn’t fight it anymore. he wanted you. and you wanted him.

“how's this for complicated?” devin’s voice was thick, gravelly, as he spoke, his hand now sliding up your body, pushing your dress higher as his thumb traced the curve of your breast. "you want me to stop?"

you shook your head, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “no,” you whispered, barely able to breathe. “i don’t.”

with a frustrated growl, Devin grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the side before his lips found your neck again. his hands were everywhere now—on your waist, your hips, your skin burning where he touched you.

you kissed him again, more urgently this time, your hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. you could feel him hardening against your thigh, the tension between you both almost unbearable. every touch, every movement was desperate, as if you both needed this to feel real again, to feel something that had been lost in the space between you for far too long.

“get in the back,” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with need.

you didn't need to be told twice. you quickly moved to the back seat, devin following close behind. the space was cramped, but the closeness only intensified the heat between you. he knelt over you, his shirt now discarded, revealing the muscular physique you have missed.

his mouth found yours again, hungry and demanding. you could feel his hand trailing up your side, unhooking your bra with a swift flick of his fingers. he cupped your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within you. you arched into his touch, your body begging for more.

devin's mouth left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, before finally capturing your nipple. you moaned, your hands gripping his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure coursed through you. he lavished attention on your breasts, his hands and mouth working in tandem, driving you wild.

your hands fumbled with his belt, finally managing to unbuckle it. you could feel him, hard and ready, straining against his jeans. he groaned as you slipped your hand inside, your fingers wrapping around him. he was hot and smooth, pulsing in your hand.

devin's breath hitched, his forehead resting against yours. "i've missed you," he growled, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing you through your soaked panties. you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. he smirked, his fingers slipping inside your panties, stroking your slick folds. "you're mine."

you cried out as his fingers found your clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. you were so close, your body tensing, ready to explode. but devin had other plans. he slowed his movements, bringing you back from the edge.

"not yet," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. he removed his hand, leaving you panting and desperate. he quickly shed his jeans and boxers, then hooked his fingers in your panties, pulling them off in one swift motion.

he settled between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours. you could feel him, poised at your entrance, ready. "tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice barely controlled.

"i want this," you breathed, your hips lifting to meet his. "i want you, devin."

with a groan, he thrust into you, filling you completely. you both stilled for a moment, the sensation overwhelming. then he started to move, his hips setting a punishing rhythm. you met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in sync, the heat between you building to an inferno.

his mouth found yours again, his kiss swallowing your moans. you could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing around him. devin slipped a hand between you, his fingers finding your clit once more. the combined sensation was too much. you exploded, your body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

devin followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his release. He collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving, your bodies slick with sweat. you could feel his heart pounding against yours, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming.

as you both came down from your high, devin propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. his gaze was soft now, the challenge replaced with something more tender. "there's no going back from this," he whispered, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

his face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. you ran your fingers through his hair, the gesture intimate and soothing. he hummed in contentment, pressing a soft kiss against your neck before lifting his head to look at you. his eyes were soft, the usual intensity replaced with a gentle warmth that made your heart flutter.

he carefully shifted his weight off you, but he didn't go far. one arm propping his head up, his other hand rested on your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. you shivered, your body still sensitive from his touch.

your eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. there was no need to. the silence was comfortable, the connection between you palpable. you could see the questions in his eyes, the same ones that were running through your own mind. what now? where do we go from here? but there was no rush to answer them. for now, it was enough to just be together.

devin's hand moved from your stomach, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. his touch was tender, almost reverent. he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. it was a stark contrast to the hungry, desperate kisses you'd shared earlier, but no less intense.

as he pulled away, you caught a glimpse of the setting sun outside the car window. the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over everything. it was a beautiful sight, but it paled in comparison to the man in front of you.

you reached for your discarded dress, pulling it over your head. Devin did the same, putting his clothes back on. there was a sense of familiarity in the domesticity of the moment, a hint of what could be. you smiled at the thought, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the physical intimacy you'd just shared.

devin reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. he looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "we should talk," he said, his voice soft. "about us. about what happens next."

you nodded, squeezing his hand. "we will," you promised. "but for now, let's just enjoy this moment. just you and me."

he looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "just you and me," he agreed.

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Polishing

Author’s note: More of Titus in Blueberry Pie

Summary: Titus requests that you help tend to his armor.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add anything

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Titus had found that one serf who had gained the eye of a couple of his younger brothers, who were being… a bit unprofessional. One was being mischievous and needling the more easily provoked brother. Who is falling for the lure and bait, hook, line, and sinker.

Titus shakes his head with a sigh and a huff of laughter, he remembers the pair of bratty little brothers back when they were merely battle brothers- before they had attained their lofty ranks. The younger of the two squabbling brothers knew how much ‘improper’ speech could bother the hell out of the Noble born Ultramarines, and did it anyway.

It’s good- to try to find ways to humble some of the more… elitist brothers, drag them back into the soil and mud. Kept their egos in check, so long as it didn’t go too far, things going too far hasn’t happened in a while, but he’s monitoring that situation, just in case.

It’s good that more of Ventris’s personality is coming back out, as much as it’s sometimes aggravating. The poor younger brother had been tortured by a faction of the Inquisition, Titus grimaces to himself, he knows first hand how miserable that experience can be.

He spots you and calls out, “Miss Serf?”

You turn and look over at him, bowing politely and asking, “How may I serve you, My Lord?”

“I need help cleaning and tending to my armor,” Titus says, “Come with me.”

“Yes Lord Angel,” You reply

You had heard that Lord Demetrian Titus was known for being polite and soft spoken. Resolute and dauntless, caring and concerned for the baseline folk. Something that cannot be said for all Lord Angels, or so you have been told by some of the older, more experienced Serfs.

You help him take off his armor- which is incredibly heavy, he helps you shift the pieces of armor too heavy for you to carry to be carefully placed where he wants it to be cleaned. Once the Armor is off you try not to fluster.

The black carapace that is void-capable adheres to Lord Astarte bodies like a second skin. Then you try not to cough as your eye water, you have also been warned that the … ripe scent of a Lord Angel who’s been on campaign, and unable to be out of armor for weeks or months at a time can be quite… pungent.

“I am glad of the communal baths,” Titus says with a self-deprecating smile, “It helps with washing the mud of battle off one’s skin.”

“As you say, Lord Titus,” You say your cheeks are still pink and your eyes water a little bit.

“Stay here and clean my armor, I shall be back in a few moments,” Lord Titus says as he heads off to have a luxurious bath in the Astartes bathing area- joining a mixed group of battle brothers and officers.

While he relaxes in the baths, talking and listening to his brother talk about the battles they’ve recently fought, and some of the best currency they have gossip. Titus hears the story of how Sicarius- as a Sargent, The Chapter Master, The Head Librarian, and another brother, basically ruined an entire space marine’s career.

No one knows the reasons, official or otherwise for the reason they had done so, but it was good gossip to have- and a reminder of the power that their Chapter Master held, not just the martial power, but the soft power as well.

Part of Titus wondered if he should ask Cato his side of that particular story, and if the younger Space marine will tell him or not. Even odds- Cato is usually proud of his accomplishments, as well as helping their Chapter Master do Things.

While that was going on, you were carefully cleaning, scrubbing and polishing Lord Titus’s armor. The brackish, awful smelling armor slowly becomes that noble hue of blue and gold. You clean and replace the cloth and bucket of cleaning solution and water as needed.

By the time all of the armor is properly cleaned and polished, your arms are sore from carefully heaving the heavier parts of armor around to ensure that it’s properly cleaned on both sides. That the leather-mixture, whatever it was on the inside of the armor is also properly cleaned and taken care of.

“Thank you for getting my armor done,” Titus thanks you.

You jump a little, startled, Lord Angels are surprisingly light on their feet and silent out of armor.

“You are welcome, Lord Angel,” You reply, now that the smell of mud, blood, and battle was off of him, your cheeks flush a little as you try not to… eye the Lord Angel inappropriately. 

He gives you a small smile and a gentle nod as he releases you from the task of trying to put the armor away properly. Which he does easily, he dismisses you and you bow to him and head out to return to your previous duties.

[songsofadelaide]

HELLOO!!! me again teehee i was wondering if u still accepted requests or if theyre closed for now but i still wanted to share my ting!! moment but its totally up to u whether or not u’ll accept.

in part two of the cbffs hoshina x reader series, hoshina mentioned reader should write him letters if there are anything reader cant say to his face and i was wondering if we could get like a moment where that happens im thinking uhh since hoshina is pretty important member of the force maybe he gets too busy/ preoccupied/ spending too much time w work and while reader understands this it doesnt mean she doesnt feel lonely sometimes… maybe add a bit of jealousy w hoshina spending alot more time w/ okonogi or whoever/ whatever scenario if thats up to ur liking and reader just gets distant?? and decides to leave a letter to hoshinas table telling how she feels as she cant say what shes feeling to his face

idk theyve been so cute and happy i wanna ruin it EMZ!!! lowkey theres already a number of good jealous hoshina we need more of jealous reader imo. thank uuu!!!

ANON WHY?! Like why ruin a perfectly good thing LOL BUT I GET! 😂 I'm all for fluff, but maybe the reader should go apeshit sometimes. 🤭

This will be the final part of my Radiant Point series, which took on a life of its own after I received so many lovely requests for more parts of it! 💛

My apologies too that this took so long! There's balancing life in real-time. (I just quit my job and am now hunting for a new one lol! 😂)

flare — another side story to radiant point. ✧ refulgence | candor

cw: vice captain soshiro x platoon leader (f) reader, fiancee reader, childhood friends to lovers, jealous + mean reader, no use of 'yn', happy reunions.

Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro of the Third Division was perhaps the second most admired person in Tokyo. 

Not only that, but perhaps he's also the second most busy person in your division.

You learned about that the hard way one day when you found Soshiro conversing with one of the Operations trainees Konomi assigned to him during low-risk missions while on your way to the Captain's office. You just wrapped up from a mission yourself when you nearly walked in on him and the young but pretty girl. She had a neat look to her person and evidently took everything he said to heart, jotting down notes as he spoke to her about pointers you had no idea about. If you remembered correctly, too, she must be one of Konomi's best and brightest since she had no issue assigning her to the Vice Captain, of all people. 

"Well? Did you get all of that, Tateyama? It's a lot to consider, but Okonogi-chan thinks you're capable enough."

"Yes, boss! I-I mean sir!" The Operations trainee, Tateyama, eagerly nodded her assent as she closed her notepad and slipped it back into the pocket of her white coat. 

"Do you have any other questions?"

"D-Do you have a girlfriend, Vice Captain?!"

"I'm engaged to Platoon Leader Koganei," Soshiro replied with his usual cheer. "You must not know about it since we've just recently announced it."

"O-Oh, I see! One of our Platoon Leaders…" 

"She and I are childhood friends, too."

"Ah! And childhood friends, too!" The younger girl remarked with a look of complete surprise on her face. "How romantic!" 

You left them to their conversation after hearing just how harmless it was and decided to pay no thought to it afterwards. A young girl with a silly crush on your fiancé was nothing to feel threatened about. More than anything, it was rather flattering to know just how well-sought-after Soshiro was and that he still chose you out of all the people he could be with.

But then you realised the young girls around him may not be as harmless as you initially thought.

The young Operations trainees were taking a break from weapons calibrations when you overheard their conversation at the mess hall that afternoon. You didn't mean to, of course. You and Tae were there for a break yourselves, but something in the tone of their voices made you do a double-take.

"I can't believe you actually asked Vice Captain Hoshina if the rumours were true!" 

"I-I know! It's too bad that they were. That means he's off-limits," said the girl you recognised as Tateyama from the other day. "B-But that doesn't mean we can't daydream about him a little now, can we? He's just so cool!"

"Exactly! And he's got a cute side, too. Maybe if we show him just how good we are, he might cave in and even consider enterta—"

"Well, that's not a good w— O-Otome-chan?!"

Your fellow Platoon Leader was unable to stop you from marching towards their table, where you unceremoniously slammed down your favourite iced drink.

"P-Platoon Leader K—!" The girls hastily rose to their feet to meet your smiling yet furious gaze. "We—"

"You're… Tateyama, aren't you? The one assigned to the Vice Captain," you said, not even allowing them to speak. "And you are?"

"A-Akabane, ma'am," the other girl stammered.

"My, you must think so little of Vice Captain Hoshina if you think he'll consider entertaining little brats like you," you stated with a wicked grin on your face. "How… funny. I seem to recall the Vice Captain telling you that he was already engaged, Tateyama. But that doesn't bother you at all, does it?"

"I-I…"

"This isn't high school, children. We aren't in the business of stealing other women's boyfriends here. Even more so that he's engaged. We're all about saving lives and subjugating Kaiju here. If you're really as smart as Konomi-chan says you are, you'll know what's more important."

How scary, Tae thought to herself, though she couldn't blame you for reacting that way, too. Then again, these kids are way too brazen!

Captain Ashiro Mina of the Third Division, a pillar of strength and a beacon of light for the people of Tokyo, has been reduced to matchmaking duties because she's had just about enough.

Because two of her best officers were acting like idiots.

She was supportive of your relationship with Soshiro at first, but now that you were unable to coexist in the same space whenever the Vice Captain was around, she thinks it's borderline ridiculous. You couldn't even deliver reports without glaring at him wherever your eyes met! (And you admit that it's totally unprofessional on your part.) Mina is forgiving, but your situation begs the question now.

Can loving someone really fry your brain that much?

She heard about how you scolded the younger Operations trainees and even had Konomi apologising for their "brazen" behaviour, as Tae also mentioned.  

Soshiro's not-so-subtle teasing and flirting aren't helping your case, either. Everyone knew he liked throwing around little endearments, but the way he spoke to you was different— his voice hushed to a whisper and a string of endearments he'd rather not let anyone else hear—and it made sense to the rookies that you were a blubbering mess afterwards.

But they all noticed how you avoided the Vice Captain like he had the plague even though he just whispered yet another light-hearted sweet nothing to you. It was clear to them that you were annoyed, but the way your lips quivered in embarrassment gave you away and you might as well just combust on the spot.

"I'm acting like a fool…"

The final straw was when you were taking your bath late in the night. Mina realised you were purposely avoiding everyone else by volunteering to be the last one to take a bath and mop up the floors. You thought you'd be all alone by then, but you were shell-shocked by the dark silhouette that appeared behind you as you groaned to yourself. 

"C-Captain! I-It's late! Wh—"

Your Captain held her belongings in one hand while the other had a finger gun pointed at you. "You need to tell me if you're acting like a fool for a reason."

Soshiro has had just about enough of your attitude lately.

Your jealous outburst was cute when he first heard about it, but the Operations trainees wanted nothing to do with him anymore after that. And he couldn't have that happening since they had to practise analysing vitals and situations and calibrating weapons with someone. He will have to pass on the task to the Platoon Leaders, but he needed to speak with them— and you. 

You avoided him as much as you possibly could and everyone else picked up on it now because no one else spoke up whenever you two were in close proximity, as if they were waiting and anticipating for the two of you to reconcile. You didn't mention anything about leaving Tachikawa, too, since he found out earlier this week that your platoon was assigned under Ryo and Tae in the meantime.

"I gave Koganei an assignment. She's at Ariake," Mina told her Vice Captain as he inquired about your whereabouts. "She… didn't want me to tell you about it."

"Ah, I see," came Soshiro's flat response. "I apologise for draggin' the entire division in our…"

"She'll be back tomorrow. When she arrives, I'll need you two back here in my office to discuss something," she stated. "In the meantime, Hoshina, have you considered organising the files at your office?"

Letters were among the many things you and Soshiro shared, especially when you went to France to further your fencing skills. For the young man who loved to read and devoured nearly everything that had words on it, your letters to him were always a source of delight. When you were still in France, it took around 10 days for your letters to reach each other, so you always had something new to read almost every week.  

He was utterly elated when he found yet even more letters from you addressed to him, though you never sent them his way because of how candid they were. It pleased him to no end to find out that his feelings for you were reciprocated. In your letters, he could trust you to give voice to the very depths of your emotions, even more now after he told you to write to him whenever you wanted to. 

On his office desk sat a single letter in your familiar and favourite cream stationery, and it was only then he realised that his Captain's cryptic comment was meant to be a sign of sorts pointing to his most favourite means of communication with you, his most favourite person. The letter sat atop a number of document folders that had to be sorted out, but he'd figure those out later. 

"To Hoshina Soshiro-副隊長,

I suppose I'm still at headquarters by the time you find this letter. I remember you once told me that I could write to you whenever I could, whenever I wanted to, especially if there were things on my mind that I couldn't speak out loud. It's embarrassing having to write something like this, but I feel like I can be honest with you here.

It was only recently that I realised that Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro of the Third Division is perhaps the second most admired person in Tokyo. I say second because Captain Ashiro is still at the top of the list. Imagine that— your fiancé, one of the most admired persons in the city. The whole of Japan, even, now that I think about it. 

You always claimed to be nothing special, but I can confirm with you that it wasn't true at all when I heard those little girls prattling about impressing you. They speak about you like you're some monolith meant to be worshipped… and the worst part is I completely understand them. I, too, look up at you in awe of your silent strength and skill and still hope that you will turn my way— even though I know that your gaze rested solely on me and that your heart is mine, even from long, long ago. 

Truth be told, I can't handle the way other women speak about you. And it's beyond my control. You are just so amazing like that— And have you heard the way they talk about your body??? You've been objectified so many times now, I might as well burn down the base—

I know I must have been a brat this past week, but I promise you that my antics end now. Captain Ashiro scolded me in the bathroom sometime last week and told me to sort things out with you. She even said you must hand over my remaining brain cell because I clearly wasn't thinking straight these past few days. 

I apologise for being such an insufferable person. I hope we can talk once I return from Ariake. The Captain of the First Division requested a blade master for close-quarters training, so Captain Ashiro sent me, claiming I am the second best Tachikawa can offer. You are, of course, a knife she can't afford to lose. 

She also told me to beat up Captain Narumi in her stead, so there is that.

I'll bring back some Mont Blanc from that shop at Jiyugaoka. Let's have them with coffee and tea when I get back.

I love you dearly."

Soshiro was nothing but happy to see you back at Tachikawa a day later, the box of Mont Blanc you promised him nearly dropped in the process when he welcomed you back with a hug. He didn't let go despite your struggling and urging and whimpering at how embarrassing this was. 

How could he let you go when you were holding him just as tight in the first place? 

You both had barely set down your salutes when your Captain welcomed you into her office with a simple declaration, an order you couldn't refuse. 

"I need you two to go on a vacation for me."

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[only-lonely-star]

hihi can u do a dallas x male curtis reader where darry finds out about them or something along those lines?

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Warnings: Homophobia is not tolerated on my blog. So little PSA, I didn’t write Darry to be a homophobe!! The fear is just that Darry is protective of reader and wants to prevent any heartbreak!

Summary: You knew he had nothing but good intentions.

Author’s Note: I feel like I made this way more angsty than I intended it to be, but I’m proud of it. This is also my first time writing for a male reader, so I apologize if this writing isn’t very good. I’m trying! 😣 Enjoy, my loves!!

Word Count: 1.5k.

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Dallas, your love-struck boyfriend, couldn’t be more obsessed with you. Your sweet smile which enticed him each time without fail, the inviting presence of your tight hugs around him - it only heightened his love for you.

Keeping your relationship a secret was the hard part. Each night spent sneaking around was a battle within itself. The constant fear nagging at the both of you whenever the footsteps of your brothers could be heard through the door - the only thing keeping you from being caught. It was exhausting. Your oldest brother, Darrel, was set on keeping you safe from any harm caused by a relationship. Since the recent heartbreak of your twin brother, Sodapop, Darrel’s protective instincts have only grown. He never wanted to see his little brother endure such pain again - including you.

Splayed out over the warm skin of Dallas’s chest, his arms slinked over your bare back. The heat emanated from his own body only enveloped you closer. The cold sting of his pendant was a subtle reminder of your secrecy, and that you needed to be kept on high alert. “Dal, are you heading out soon?” your voice cracked as the words left your lips. Your head tilted upwards to look him in the eye.

“No. What the hell for?” Dallas replied, his eyes glued to the ceiling. His grip seemed to tighten around your back as if he was afraid you would slip away.

You pushed your head up from his chest to speak, “I don’t want to risk getting caught. You know how it is…”

The tension between you was palpable, the silence causing the majority of it. Dallas’s piercing look told you everything you needed to know about how he felt about ‘being caught’. “Bullshit. Man, when have we ever been caught? Never. You’re paranoid.” Dallas shook his head disapprovingly, scooting up so that his back was pressed against the wooden headboard behind him.

He pulled you up along with him, readjusting your body’s position against his chest. Your head rested right above his sternum. The steady rise and fall of each breath he took settled your nerves once more. “There’s always a possibility. I’d rather be safe than s- ”

“Shut,” he kissed the top of your head assertively, “Up.” Dallas squeezed your side to further enhance his command.

The smile that crept its way upon your face didn’t go unnoticed by Dallas. He exhaled deeply. “Do you really think I’d hurt you? Are you really believing that junk your brother is tossin’ at you?”

“No, Dally, of course, I don’t.”

“‘Cause it sure sounds like it to me,” his tone softened, a surprising amount of vulnerability shown in his words.

You swallowed hard, biting your tongue to prevent any backtalk flooding from your lips. Exerting force from your hands, you pushed your body upwards to allow yourself some space. You laid in a similar position beside Dallas. “Losing you isn’t something I can just accept. It’s not paranoia, it’s being sensible,” you disagreed.

“Sensible…” he echoed sarcastically, shifting his body to face yours. “Look,” Dallas spoke in a hushed whisper, “Have I ever let somethin’ bad happen to you?”

Your head shook immediately, almost as a reflex of some sort. Dallas had never let you down. He took the blame for every accusation thrown at him, no matter how extreme. “No,” you sighed defeatedly.

Dallas pushed himself from the headboard, twisting his torso so that he hovered just inches above you. “So quit worryin’,” Dallas kissed your lips tenderly to hush you.

You let him stop you for once. You figured you may as well spend your time together wisely since any moment could be your last. The small act of submission, the silence, invoked a burning desire in Dallas. He always had a similar mindset as you in various aspects, so it was no surprise he also felt you two had wasted enough time as is.

Dallas rose to place his hands on either side of your head. His body slouched over yours as his eyes roamed your lips hungrily. His eyes revealed a pleading look of wonder. His gaze alone was enough to make the tension between you rise. “Alright, handsome, I guess I’ll get goin’…” Dallas looked away teasingly, the sarcasm laced in his tone obvious.

“Aw, come here,” you chuckled, placing a firm hand around his jawline. You pulled him down to your lips with a swift motion. He took your bottom lip graciously, allowing his body to rest on top of yours effortlessly. Your other hand ran down the side of his torso, grazing against every toned muscle on display. His eyes shut in a haze of desperation for more. He needed more.

“You sure you don’t want me to leave? ‘Cause I sure can-.” Dallas teased continuously, his sarcasm only charming you further.

“You ain’t leaving this bed ‘till I say so,” you quipped, reclaiming your authority over his stay tonight.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he smiled, a suggestive glint in his eye.

Dallas took his opportunity to have you to himself. He let his hands roam the delicate area of your neck and collarbone, shifting his weight on your torso. He captured your lips in a long, sensual kiss. Buried amongst the inviting presence of your bedsheets, you allowed yourself to become enveloped in his affectionate advances. Your arms pulled him down flush against your chest, ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere. The passionate kisses continued, a breathy groan flowing from Dallas’s lips. You were completely lost in his touch, the constant ruffling of the sheets causing you to become unaware of the rattling doorknob. As the rush of adrenaline kicked in, you struggled under Dallas’s weight to pry him off of you. Dallas, unbeknownst to the ominous presence of your older brother, voided your shove. You tilted your head to the side in a swirl of panic, his lips crashing onto your cheek instead.

Darrel saw it. He saw it all. Your bodies mingled in bed, the persistent affection on Dallas’s side, the look of utter shock plastered on your face. He witnessed it entirely. Shocked, his eyebrows knitted together as his scowl deepened.

Dallas saw the look of surprise on your face, and slowly read the room. He turned around wistfully, taking his time to remove himself from atop your body. He now knew there was no going back, no lying, no excuses - nothing. “Darry, look -,” he began, holding a hand out to create some sort of barrier.

“You just get the hell out! You ain’t nothing but trouble, and you sure as hell ain’t hurting my brother. Out!” Darrel seethed with anger. His eyes expressed a disappointment far deeper than you’d seen before. It was deeper than any look he’d ever given himself.

Dallas looked equally as pissed as Darrel, but he knew acting out on his anger would only worsen the situation. He slowly inched off the bed, snatching his denim jacket from the end of the mattress. He held eye contact with your brother, visualizing the most vile of arguments in his head. Nobody bossed Dallas around.

“Out,” Darrel gritted his teeth so hard he just about broke his jaw.

“I didn’t do nothing, man. It’s always some bunch of bullshit with you,” Dallas cursed under his breath, each step across the floorboards harsh and full of anger.

Your love was torn apart from you, but now was no time to mourn. Darrel exhaled deeply, rubbing his temple in frustration. He didn’t even bother to glance up at you. “How long has this been goin’ on?”

Remaining silent, you felt each knot in the pit of your stomach only twist tighter. You couldn’t lie to your brother like that. You loved Dallas, but that couldn’t compromise for much else in this situation. “A while…” you relented, your breath coming out short.

“You didn’t think to tell me you were seeing him? And Dallas of all folks?” Darrel groaned aloud. “Why?”

Why? Because you feared this would happen. Darrel wouldn’t understand that moving around in secrecy with Dallas was the only way to avoid backlash for dating the most infamous hoodlum around.

“Darry- he isn’t doing anything wrong! I know you’re just looking out for me, but I promise you that he ain’t going to hurt me!” The words erupted from your lips, spilling out a minute.

Darrel didn’t have much to say. He stood there with a guilty look plastered along his face. A mere second later, he embraced you and held you tightly against him. His muscular arm wrapped around your neck, choking and smothering you. “I know- I know it, I just care about you is all. I couldn’t ever see my kid brother in pain again, I couldn’t do it,” he explained into your shoulder.

You knew Darrel meant well. It was the dread and anxiety that came along with the possibility of anger and hostility that made you desire to keep this so hidden. Dallas had made his reputation true to himself - though he had changed completely for you. There needed to be trust established before your brother came to realize this, of course. But for now, you no longer had to keep your love locked away in secrecy.

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- Sophia 🫶🏼

[weird-addiction]

Ohhh okay, could u do daemon x male valyrian dragonrider just without the soulmates part than? ^_^

An Immortal Bond

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Immortal!Valyrian!Male!Reader

Genre: Light Angst Warnings: suggestive themes, no actual smut, denial of feelings, talking about past bad experiences

The rogue prince of Westeros was known for and wide for his tendencies, having no boundaries and limits to his appetite. The smallfolk always talked about Daemon and having seen him in the street of silk almost every night, sleeping and fucking with whores without a care. 

Some say he would marry a whore in his later years, but to everyone's surprise even when he became crown prince Daemon did not marry anyone (of his own choosing). Sure, he ran off with one his whores but he only did to get Viserys off his back. 

Yeah, like that’ll work. Viserys has always bugged his brother to go back to the vale to his actual wife Rhea Royce of Arryn. Of course, Daemon refused. Viserys had asked a million times why, however Daemon refused to share any information on his reasons. 

What Viserys did not know was that Daemon had fallen in love with someone else, someone unlikely to be even interested in someone like Daemon. But you know what they say, opposites attract. Well, they weren’t exactly ‘opposites’ but they were rather different if you truly compared them.

In his youth, the young Targaryen prince met someone when flying on Caraxes. A different dragon flew past him in the opposite direction, he made Caraxes fly the other way as well, to try and follow who he just saw. Eventually Daemon caught up to the mystery dragon, this dragon had a way bigger wingspan and longer body, it also had four legs instead of just two like his. Daemon saw the person riding it, upon the bigger dragon’s neck there sat someone, but he could not see their face as they had on a mask. 

Daemon followed them as they landed next to each other, going up to the other rider he wanted to introduce himself. But the other rider beat him to it. “Nykeā targārien issi ao?" (A Targaryen are you?) They asked fluently in the language of Old Valyria. 

“Nyke. Se nyke guessing ao issi hen uēpa valyrio hae sȳrī?” (I am. And I am guessing you are from Old Valyria as well?) Daemon replied back, seeing that the other also had the signature appearance of the silver-blonde hair and violet eyes that the nobles of the ancient civilization had. 

“I am. I recently came across the Narrow Sea. I have been trying to find a place to settle.” Daemon nodded at him. “I am Daemon Targaryen. Crown prince to the Iron Throne. You?” He asked.

“I am Y/n.” This made Daemon confused. “No last name?”

“No, not really. My house is dead like the rest of Old Valyria. Plus, if I said it I doubt you would know it.” 

From that moment onwards, their friendship blossomed over the years. And without Y/n realizing it, Daemon had fallen in love with him. Y/n did as well, but he was in denial of the affection he felt towards the prince.

And he had a good reason for it. There was something Y/n never told Daemon about himself, and it was the fact that he was immortal. He was born before the years of the doom of course, but, somehow he was still alive 200 years after the doom had happened. It was said that his house was cursed with immortality, to walk the lands forever as everything and everyone around them gets to die and move on. 

Daemon moved through the city under the cover of night freely, walking into a lesser known brothel as he searched for someone through the many people that crowded it. 

“Looking for me?” A voice called out from behind him. Daemon smiled as heard it, he knew full well who it was.

“Knew you would be here.” Daemon replied, turning around to see the Valyrian man that was standing with a shadow that covered half of his face perfectly. 

“Where else am I going to go? Not like I can live anywhere else.” Y/n spoke with the tint of playfulness of full display.

“I thought staying in a brothel was below you, as you would say when we first met. So, why are you here? Given into your desires?” Daemon pulled the other close into him by the waist, Y/n did not refuse his advances.

“How else will I earn my money around here? Made friends with the owner, giving me half of the profits. I am in charge of some of the private rooms of this place, along with some clients. Pretty good deal, no?” 

Daemon stroked the long hair that the other possessed, the beautiful Valyrian traits just like his own. Y/n led him slowly but surely into a private room, where they shut the curtains and gave themselves privacy. Y/n fidgeted before he spoke up.

“Daemon, there is something I need to tell you.” He said pouring the wine into two goblets.

“And that is?” Y/n handed him a goblet.

“.....That I am an immortal Daemon.” The prince paused as to process the information, he gulped down his wine as turned to look at the now known immortal in his eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel something? If it is the fact you expect me to hate you, then you are wrong. I don’t care if you are immortal, I still feel the same way about you. Do you not also?” Daemon argued, practically asking and wanting the Y/n to confess his feelings for him.

“Daemon, you don’t understand. I do not know how to feel about this, about all of this, about you..I am just afraid that if I come to admit my feelings that would be my downfall..because that is what I have seen in the past.” Y/n explained, down his wine in one go as he went back to pour more. 

“You are scared that you will live and I will die, is that correct?” Daemon irked an eyebrow. 

“Yes. That is what I am saying.” 

Hearing that, Daemon stood up and had his arms around the other, putting his chin in the area where Y/n’s neck and shoulder met. Arms around his waist once more. “I will say it again. I do not care if that is what you are. If fate has decided that you will live while I am on my deathbed, then so be it, I do not wish to part from you. Not now, not ever.” 

Y/n turned his head around, their lips almost touched if it was not for Y/n noticing it. The immortal slowly leaned in, soon, their lips were together as they molded into one another. They only pulled away once they needed air, Y/n’s eyes seemed dazed. 

Leading each other over to the bed, he pushed Daemon down onto the bed while he straddled him. As he began to pull away at the layers he wore, slowly showing his body to the prince. Soon, his bare chest was exposed along with his arms. 

“Let me show you true pleasure prince.”

“Oh, please do.”

[mrs-monaghan]

So this is inspired by a reply to one of your asks but what do you think each pairs of BTS will be doing if you lock them up in a room for an hour and left unsupervised.

Hello anon. There is way too many pairs in BTS for me to cover them all. So allow me to only do Jikook duos.

I will start with the duos I as Shaz deem to be the weakest, to strongest.

Okay JK's weakest duo which is also his weakest ship; If you've been around for a while you already know who I'm about to say 😂😂😂

Yoonkook.

(The tiktok on the post Here is how I feel about JK's ships. But I swap tkk for ynkk) So Yoonkook alone. Here i talk more about them after the Suchwita episode. But I will now also bring back the IG photos from the concert

Spot the difference? 🤭🤭🤭🤭 and i will be a nice blogger and not bring up the fact that on day 3 while we were busy watching Suga's concert JK was on tiktok liking videos.

Sorry anon..I crack myself up when I talk about Yoonkook but umm... yeah so. We already know what happens when u put them in a room together. They run out of things to talk about. We saw on Suchwita and we saw on Bon voyage by JK's own admission. When I see Yoonkook fanfic on twitter I get very confused 🤭🤭😂😂 because they don't click. Not really. If asked they will choose other members first. Definitely not eo. Yoonkook content with just them 2, I doubt they'd be very entertaining. Not without buffers may it be human or machine 😂

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Finding Jimin's weakest duo is actually really hard because like RM said; Jimin is the king of chemistry and put him in a room with anyone and it will be funny and quality entertainment. But I will try.

Vmin.

I'm sorry but these 2 alone, together? Nah... Jimin may be the king of chemistry but even he can't fix the Vmin chemistry anymore. There was a time everything used to flow great between them but in recent years Vmin just ain't it. If u think I'm making this up go back to this live before JK comes in

They kept running out of things to talk about too. Jimin even pretended to leave at one point. They were super awkward to say the least and I feel like they were both grateful for JK's presence. @magicshop-pjm1 likes to go "Vmin is dead" every 2 to 4 business days which is absolutely hilarious 😂😂😂 but I think anyone not in denial can admit while yeah, I'm sure they still care about eo, something somewhere went wonky and they're not the same anymore.

This tweet is a joke and its hilarious 🤣😂😂 but unfortunately i find it accurate. Them 2 alone aint it

Taekook.

This was kinda obvious. Some people would rate this duo lower than Yoonkook but I think that's not fair. If you compare them with an unbiased eye Tkk are stronger than ynkk. First they are closer in age which helps. Meaning they're gonna be closer, too. But put them in a room together and it's not even awkward its nothingness. I'm talking silence. By JK's own admission here it just wasn't working. And we all remember the joint IG live where they ran out of things to talk about and JK would play with Bam instead. Another duo where JK needs a buffer for sure. I mean, sure tkk have been out and about but notice how its always with the Wooga squad? Never just them two?

On the plus side, they look really good. So, I'll give them that. 💚

Minimoni

Again this is so hard because Jimin has very strong duos. But yeah, I will put RM second last because RM as a person (bless him and his dimples) he's not the most entertaining and has to bounce off of someone. Them together, alone won't be boring but I'm not sure it would be that memorable or mind blowing. These are just my personal opinions guys so feel free to disagree or chime in. But yeah. I feel Minimoni is 2nd last for me.

I do find it interesting how comfortable RM is with skinship when it comes to Jimin considering he's not big on that in general (unless its Jin) He's even the one who initiates so he is quite comfortable around Jimin.

Anyway, they're a nice duo with a dynamic that gives you UWUs but they're not the most interesting in my eyes. Sorry Minimonis 🤷🏽‍♀️

Namkook

What's the most recent thing that we know about them? We know they hanged out after JK left Jennie's CK event. And we know before that JK said him and RM hadn't drunk together in years. Years. Not months. Now this dont mean they don't see eo. It just means they don't drink together often. I do find this to be significant however because both men love their liquor. But, they drink with other members just not eo so.... 😬😬 again, not making this up, its as per their own admissions

So Namkook in a room together 🤔 what do we got here guys? Have we ever had this? We had a Namkook live but the only memorable thing for me was them outing the fact that Jikook live together. I am blanking on Namkook which makes me feel confident about the position I've put RM.

Give it up for Jimin's type thou everybody 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Jinmin

I would actually have Jinmin and Jihope as a tie but since I'm choosing I will rate Jinmin lower. But man. These 2 together are the absolute best. They are such a comedic entertaining duo. Them together alone in a room is worth every penny if we were asked to pay for any such footage 😂😂 they are funny and they bounce off of eo so well. Never a dull or awkward moment between Jin and Jimin. Never.

These two are the ones you throw to a team that's drowning. They are the ones u assign to a team for better views. I love them together fr fr. Best duo. Such a good duo. Honestly. Throw JK in there and you are set for life with the best trio ever. Go search for any of their compilations and I dare you to be bored.

And we haven't even began to talk about their visuals

First photo of them that pops up on Google and... as it should. Most beautiful man alive Vs world wide handsome =perfection 💯💯💯

(Off topic BTS main visual was always Jin and then V was added to the visual line then eventually JK. Now dont get me wrong all of them are drop dead gorgeous but is there a reason Jimin isn't part of the visual line?? Anyway...)

Hopekook

Hopekook in a room together alone, I'd say that's solid entertainment right there. They're good together, they're funny. It's Jhope we're talking about. He rivals Jimin on having chemistry with the members so him and JK alone i think that's a solid video right there. No awkwardness or nothing and Bonus skinship for the Hopekookers. Good times, really.

JK is extremely comfortable with Jhope so yeah... they're a good duo. No one is getting bored.

Yoonmin

Okay y'all. We know most Yoonmin supporters are rubbish vermin but don't let that make you forget that Yoonmin are extremely entertaining together. Put these 2 in a room alone together and come on... GOLD!! The Yoonmin Suchwita episode is hands down the funniest for me. I laughed from beginning to the end. Swear to God ✋🏽 that episode and the one with the drunk TXT members are great rewatches for me ngl. Also Jimin is Suga's favourite member so Suga is super comfortable with Jimin in everything. But my favorite part of them is the bickering of course.

They can't ever seem to stop fighting which is just so freaking entertaining. Remember ITS 1 when Jhope told Jimin he was being cocky so Jimin said he was going to look for Suga so that the guy could kill his cockiness? He said going to Suga would bring him back down to earth 😂🤣 Because this is who they are, its what they do. They insult eo and call eo out. So people who get mad at Suga need to watch a good old Yoonmin bickering compilation. They've called each other ugly, fat, stupid, skinny, and a bunch of other stuff some people seem to have forgotten.

Anywaaaaaay. Yoonmin alone together is quality content and that's why Suga is high on this list.

Jinkook

Surely I don't need to explain why this duo is number 2 in terms of JK's most entertaining duos. Right? Like its self explanatory? I've stated many times; imo Jin is JK's favourite/closest after Jimin. Some of u disagree and say Jhope nah, its Jin. Imho.

Tom and Jerry, perfect title for them 2. Love it. Put them in a room together and you're set.

chaotic thread here for those who need a refresher

Jihope aka Hopemin

We don't need to imagine. This duo have been alone together or engaged just them enough to know they are entertaining as shit. Its usually mostly Jhope laughing at Jimin's antics but this usually prompts Jimin into getting funnier with every laugh he gets from Jhope.

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Much like Jinmin they are the duo you shove into a dying group to give it spice. They are absolutely epic and I feel confident putting Hobi on the number 2 spot of Jimin's most entertaining duos.

They do have awkward moments when they're checking eo out to try and out compliment eo but that's just entertaining as well 😂😂

Last but not least Jikook/Kookmin/Minkook/Mingukk

Now hear me out. This isn't just my bias that made me put this duo at the top. Alright? There is this ongoing unfairness taking place in the fandom where people undermine Jimin and JK's funny n chaotic sides.

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Together they are hilarious and entertaining and this duo doesn't get enough credit for being as funny as they are.

The reason they are number one is because Jikook alone together is a complete programme. Humor, Check. Chaos, Check. Romance, Check. Sexual tension, Check.

Hate or love this duo, they're a perfect recipe for entertainment.

Would love to hear your thoughts but this is how I'd rate them. Thanks for the ask anon, twas fun 💜

[wanderersrest]

The Mecha Shows We Don't Talk About

I am not dead! Also no, Getter is not forgotten. I just like this gif. Also, it turned out that this post is a sister post to Mecha's "I'm Not Like the Other Girls" Problem. So you might want to read that as context for this post.

I've thought about something recently. In between work, personal stuff, and well... personal stuff, I thought a lot about various mecha shows. For a while, I thought about just talking about Gun X Sword, but I feel like I don't have much to say on it that wouldn't be some variation of "wow, cool robot Volkein" or how it uses sex as an adolescent way of trying to be an "adult" show (which, now that I think about it, may be a point of Gun X Sword). But then it occurred to me:

At least people say things about Gun X Sword. No one says anything about Grendizer U.

Maybe it's because I'm not on social media outside of tumblr (and even then, I mostly keep to myself), but I don't think I've seen anyone talk about Grendizer U. Remember Grendizer U? I know there was a lot of hype for it prior to its airing in the summer 2024 block, but as soon as the summer anime season started?

Nothing.

I think Ollie Barder wrote something about it, but Ollie Barder writes about every mecha series. That's not a knock, mind you; it's good that someone is talking about it. But I think back to how chatter about Grendizer U all but disappeared after it started airing.

With Grendizer U though, it's really easy to understand why: Manga Productions never licensed the series out to a streaming service in the US or the EU. The only way you could watch Grendizer U outside of Japan or the middle east was to either find the Saudi channel that aired it on Sling, download a Saudi streaming service just for Grendizer U, or to watch it via, shall we say, alternate means.

And it's really disheartening. It's one thing to see people trash a series you love (I'm a G Gundam fan, it comes with the territory), but to hear nothing? No compliments, no criticisms, not even "It's mid" comments. Nothing.

I feel like similar things have happened with other shows of late. Again, this might be because I'm just plugged out of social media for my own sanity, but I don't think I've seen people talk about shows like Back Arrow, Bullbuster, or Synduality: Noir the same way people bloviate about 86: Eighty Six (I'd include AMAIM in there, but AMAIM is basically right wing propaganda that is carried by its mechanical design; there's even less to say about it than 86 in my opinion; I'm also leaving another series out, but I'll bring it up in a reply once this post goes live).

That or they're glazing up SSSS.Dynazenon, which... fair. Dynazenon rules.

(Amusingly enough, Dynazenon used to be a Funimation exclusive series prior to Sony buying up Crunchyroll)

Anyways. There's also the issue of exposure. It's one thing if these series were locked behind different streaming services. That's annoying, but it's the lack of advertising that I think does me in. And I get why. I've seen people say that more anime is coming out now in these last ten years than there is anime from the last fifty. And when there's more yield, there tends to be more chaff as well. So when your anime series is in a genre that tends to be harder to animate (among other things), you end up seeing a lot of mecha shows fall by the wayside. ESPECIALLY if the show is a new IP, like what we saw happen with recent outings like Back Arrow and Bullbuster. Both of which are pretty great. Especially Bullbuster.

The thing is: contrary to what idiots like Gigguk say, the genre isn't dying. As much as I don't like the series, 86 is immensely popular. Gundam just saw a resurgence in viewership (again) with the release of The Witch From Mercury, and the newly announced GQuuuuuux anime is a joint production with Studio Khara (*insert joke about how Anno and Khara are going to save Gundam with GQuuuuuux while ignoring the fact that Anno and company are a bunch of Gundam supernerds*), Code Geass got a new series in the same season as Grendizer U, and we're also getting another adaptation of Magic Knight Rayearth later this year and Patlabor EZY in 2026 (hopefully the new Rayearth anime keeps some of the filler stuff from the 90's anime; I'll gush about this a little bit more in the reply). Oh yeah, and Super Robot Wars Y was announced only a few days ago, which is looking to add both The Witch From Mercury and Getter Robo Arc. Heck, just in the last five years we've seen YouTubers like CheeseGX, Pyramid Inu, and Argonbolt begin to make videos on mecha (all of whom are great, and you should check their channels out).

I'm not the first to say that the mecha genre isn't doing so hot, and I certainly won't be the last. I just don't think the genre is dying like how Garnt from Trash Taste thinks it does. There just aren't as much mecha shows out there now as there were before. There's a whole smorgasbord of reasons as to why this decline has happened, but I really just wanted to lament. If this genre is supposedly dying, why are we not advertising shows from the genre. If this genre is on the verge of death, should we not be making people aware of each and every mecha series that comes out? It's not like we're talking about a general audience here, we're talking about mecha fans. We come from all walks of life with a wide variety of tastes. Surely we could

I guess the answer is no, seeing as how you can get more exposure and clout by saying that the genre is dead. Just ask Gigguk.

I think that's everything off my chest. It's kind of scattershot, but I think I was just lamenting that a lot of newer mecha shows are never really talked about. Maybe it just means that I have to plug in to the discourse, but I don't want to... Plugging in to the discourse means making a social media account, and I don't know if I want to subject myself to that. Who knows, maybe I'll make a Bluesky account at some point. Maybe then I'll see what people have to say about Bullbuster. Which is great.

Go watch Bullbuster. No seriously. It's only thirteen episodes long.

[hydrangeachainsaw]

just answering some asks ^-^

it's been awhile I dont answer asks lol I was going to release this post way earlier but always leave it for later😂sorryy! will tag everyone who asked so they can see <3

Hi! Check if there's any sims 4 package in your mods folder, everytime something like this happens is bc of an incorrect game file. lmk any other issue and have a nice day! :)

@virtualdolls Hii! ^-^ Ofc! it might just take awhile cuz i'm busy with other projects rn but will def make! :D if u find any other creator for caw to do it i'm okay with it too! hope ur doing well too have a great week <3

@sarasccblog heyy :) tysm! I will release another version for that tv next month for advent calendar. I actually should've released the version without antlers in the cozy days set and leave the one with antlers for christmas, cuz it makes more sense but I only noticed that later after posting xD anywayss thank youu!

@bunnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyy copypaste ftw lol 🥰😍💗💗i will!! thank youuuuu

you need to set up ur caw framework to be able to see cc there, here's a page explaining https://modthesims.info/showthread.php?t=481967

nope, but I wanna do that eventually :)

@megmeg-chan ty for ur support, i'm glad u like it :3

@marias-assumption 💗

hii! not sure, maybe

sorry i'm not sure what post is that

@pwtti hii! sadly no, i was posting some stuff on cf tho you can find some cc there

hii thanks for letting me know will check it out!

ty already talked to her about it :)

@luyepiaofeng hii it's for both sim 3 and sims 4!

@suteflower Hii Sute! hope ur doing well! yep i'm from brazil, she/her! :) grl you have good memory i don't even remember mentioning that publicly before xD

yep!

@cutebich hii thank u! ofc! will do it eventually there's some more other suggestions i need to make but will def do! thanks!

hii! that's the same tutorial i've watched, it's a bit complicated but give it another try i'm sure you can do it :) also im too shy to make videos sorryyy xD

tysm makes my day to know u guys like it <3

@thesims4babe hii! there's a bottle override for sims 3 too

im not converting anymore ever since i started making my own cc, i only ever convert things for halloween or christmas that i like and that's it (and commissions too) hope u understand! <3

@joshiifox hii sorry for late reply, hopefully you got it working by now. it's working normally here

@francesweyr hii! it's no problem don't worry! petit trianon is a felix conversion, it's been son long i don't even remember how i did that 😭😂 I think I just used the game's walls to support it or used cfe cheat, not sure. but nowadays you can use omedapixel mod to do that easily

@bebefege 😁💗

np! it's my fave <3

@chxm1calkid hii! this ask is so old i already made it but haven't posted it yet xD anyway will post it asap, probably after all the christmas cc

@usermitsuri hi! i advise using the latest blender version, but its okay if ur already using older. I used 2.79 for many years and recently changed to newest version and i prefer it nowadays. anyway, there's ton of tutorials on youtube that's how i learned, just choose something you'd like to make and start. I began doing very simple forms like a teacup, so i'd advise doing something similar. you can do basically anything just searching blender + whatever object you wanna make + tutorial on google/youtube. hope that helps lmk if you have more questions

@aiikrstn iirc there is! tnx glad u like

that's it, will post part2 next:)

[otherworldlylovey-dovey]

elloo. man, i read your Leon Kennedy headcanons and god, my heart!!! 😭😫 did you know that in r2 leon is late to his first day because he was drinking due to his girlfriend breaking up with him the night before? yeah! that crazy girl broke up with the blonde hottie! so, headcanons of a female s/o who is Leon's coworker who tries to comfort him that day about the breakup? it happened a long time ago, he's a dilf now...but i still feel like he needs support 😥😥 thank u

Of course I can, honey.

Headcanons: Consoling Leon Kennedy amidst the chaos of Raccoon City

Because if anyone needs a hug and a cup of tea after a bad day, it’s our beloved Leon S. Kennedy! Here are some headcanons in which the reader, as a coworker and friend, tries to comfort this poor, tired pup… I mean, rookie cop, while they survive the zombie apocalypse of Resident Evil 2.

When s/o meets Leon at the gas station, the first thing she notices is his sad puppy expression. And of course, being a good companion, she throws him a “Rough first day, huh?” He, between nerves and adrenaline, says that, in addition to dealing with zombies, his girlfriend broke up with him just before his transfer to Raccoon City. The reader, trying to cheer him up, says something like:

“Look, Leon, if someone left you just when you were about to become a hero, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

And so, our baby policeman lets out a smile so bright that for a second we forget that we are surrounded by the undead.

As they manage to escape in the patrol car towards the city, Leon tries to joke around in an attempt to stay sane:

“You know, I didn’t think my first day would include… this”

he says while vaguely gesturing towards the horde of zombies and the chaos surrounding them. O/s , with a smile, replies:

“Well, in this city, anyone would be willing to kill themselves for someone like you next to them.”

And so, between jokes, poor Leon begins to relax a little, even if it’s just for a few seconds… until a zombie crashes through the windshield and they both come back to reality.

During a respite in the laboratory, when they are both on the verge of collapse, Leon seems to be processing not only the horror around, but also the last weeks of his life. When talking about how Raccoon City arrived, he ends up releasing a small lament about his recent break and how he thought that at least his new work would help him clear … until, well, all this happened. o/s, trying to keep the mood, he replies:

“Who needs to clear when you have zombies and mutant experiments, huh? Nothing like apocalypse to overcome a break. ”

Leon laughs and thank him for trying to lighten the environment. His expression is now a little less bleak, and it is clear that, with his support, he no longer feels so alone.

When they finally manage to escape on the train, they both feel relieved but exhausted. Leon, with a tired but determined expression, comments the ironic that all this madness will begin with a break and end with, well … hell. O/S, who for this point has earned a phd to encourage Leon, gives him a soft pat on his shoulder and says:

“If this does not make you the most coveted single in the department, nothing will. You are a hero, Leon! ”

He looks at her, smiling tired, and whispers a "thank you" that really says everything. And so, between jokes and hopes of a better future, poor Leon finally feels that everything was worth … or at least, that he will not be alone in what comes.

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Because Leon deserves someone to make him see how incredible he is, even on the worst day of his life (and in a city full of zombies, of course and how he could be the most emotional welcome to his first day I end up in shot cranks) .

I say, just look at it! The young Leon had a baby's face and a good boy, take care of it, Fella! It is a sugar terroncite that is corrupted in the next games

[kissorkill16]

My Missing Son - Chapter 7

By JJ

Summary: What if Nicky was Mr. Peterson's son?

(Masterlist)

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Diane Wilson, or soon to be ex Wilson, was a woman going through a nasty divorce from a man who treated her like garbage.

Strangely, Ted thought about his previous marriage with Luanne, like how he used to treat her after they had Nicky.

Ted made up a little story of how he also recently got divorced from a woman who didn't respect their marriage, how she threatened to take their baby away and told Ted he was a bad father.

"In the end, she got full custody of the baby, won't even allow me to see him.", he said. "I was just trying to get some stuff off my mind and the blinkers were acting up, and I ended up crashing."

Diane felt so bad for Ted when she heard that.

"That's kind of what happened with my marriage.", she said. "My husband wasn't a good person, but I ended up with him for 6 years, and I had his children. I finally had enough, went to a divorce lawyer, and in the end, I got full custody of the kids."

Ted gently took Diane's hand in his, looking her right in the eye.

"Your husband is nothing but a fool for mistreating such a beautiful woman like you.", he said.

Diane put a hand on her chest. "Thank you, Ted.", she said.

She stood up, straightening the wrinkles on her dress.

"There's one thing I wanted to offer you.", she said. "Since your car is broken and it might take a long while to fix it, I wanted to drive you back home."

Ted smiled at the woman's generosity. Seriously, this woman was more kind than Luanne.

She may seem easier to cling onto as well.

Ted thought he'd have her in his clutches in no time.

"Thank you, Diane.", he said. "That's so very nice of you."

As soon as the doctor gave Ted the okay to go, Diane led him to her car and drove him to the address he gave her.

Ted didn't mean to pry, but in the rear view mirror, he saw two small children in the back seat.

A toddler and a baby, a boy and a girl.

He smiled, "They look so adorable.", he said. Diane nodded, "Thank you, Ted."

"What're their names?", Ted couldn't help but ask.

"Aaron and Mya.", Diane replied. Then her smile faltered, and Ted seemed to notice it.

"Is there something wrong, Diane?", he asked. Diane didn't answer, she just stopped the car in front of Ted's house. "Oh look. We're here already.", she said, feigning surprise.

They went inside and sat beside each other on the couch.

Diane fiddled with her fingers, and Ted looked at her with worried eyes.

"Diane, is something wrong?", she asked. "You look a little...sad."

Diane sighed.

"I'm sorry to bother you with this, Ted. But...it's just that I'm having a little financial trouble.", she said. "My husband got the house in the divorce, and now me and my children are living in a studio apartment. It's not much, but it's home. At least for now. I'm working two jobs so I can pay rent, but it's just so stressful."

She looked at her lap, and she felt Ted's hand intertwine with hers.

"Diane, I'm so sorry to hear that. Your situation must be terrible.", he said. "My home may not exactly be the best, I've been a bit depressed ever since the divorce, so I haven't had much time to clean up or take care of myself. But I want what's best for you and your children, so I would like to have you come live with me. It will be the best for both you and Aaron and Mya."

Diane couldn't believe what she was hearing. This felt too good to be true.

"You'd really do this for me? A woman you just met and barely know anything about?", she asked.

"Yes, Diane.", said Ted. "It's the least I can do for the one who made sure I got medical care and took the liberty of driving me home."

Diane couldn't control herself. She broke down in happy tears and wrapped her arms around Ted in a tight hug.

"Thank you so much, Ted. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!", she said.

Ted wrapped her arms around her as well.

"You're welcome, dear."

In about 3 days, Ted helped Diane move into his house.

Once Ted laid eyes on Aaron and Mya, he almost immediately fell in love. They were just so adorable, and if having 1 child was good, having 2 was even better.

But something even better than that was having such a beautiful, kind woman in his house, making sure Ted was okay, especially after the crash.

After a couple of months of living with Diane and her children, Ted started to grow more fond of her. Even though she promised that she'd only be staying until she figured something else out so she didn't have to feel like a bother to Ted anymore, Ted wasn't satisfied with that. He wanted something more.

"That sounds like a plan, Diane.", he started. "But wouldn't you like to stay forever?"

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robyn! do u have any advice for making fandom friends

HI ! so i don't have any very unique advice at all, i think most of mine have been made by them reaching out to me and then it's just a matter of responding

so interaction sounds basic but that's essentially it! i'll just comment something that opens a discussion and then hopefully they reply and boom - interacted. now we do this over and over until one of us dms the other. or like if someone posts about a fic that i like, i'll slide into their inbox and be like "how did you react to xyz!?" or "i think you'd like (insert fic) too" and boom, conversation. or even just sending an edit like "i think youd fw this" boom! friends!

i also did a tiktok like,,, AGES ago telling people to make a lil friend in the comments, some people do "mutuals?" posts where they put interests and stuff, essentially just opening doors for people interact??? idk man i get scared to text my irl friends. i am not good at this 😖

my biggest advice though !!! taking it off the app and somewhere else. that's where it stops being mutuals and becomes friends in my mind

so i have nothing ! hopefully others can chime in with advice because recently i've just been dropping cats in ask boxes 🧍🏻‍♂️ i am Not a person who makes friends easily but everyone wants a lil friend to explore fandom with, the worst that can happen is they don't reply and then you try again elsewhere.