#cause he always comes back and is annoying

[gildedsilk]

Strawberry Fur ❀

• Yang Jungwon x Reader | Wc: 6K+ | Fluff ༻

𝜗𝜚 Gildie's Note ៹ AHHH my longest fic ! I love Jungwon. Pls tell me y’all like it cause I was low-key all over the place. There was more I wanted to do but I just couldn’t convey it in a way I liked. I also wanted it to be a smau but I need more practice for that 😭 hope you enjoy anyway <3

TW : Kissing, cussing, cringe, low-key no conflict

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The sound of a summer night was in full effect around you as you walk down the strip, after spending the day at the beach with your best friends.

Music, laughter, the occasional firework for no real reason. You felt calm, soaking it all in.

“The sun’s down — why the hell is it still this hot?” Sunoo complained from your right, fanning himself with one of those flimsy fans a vendor had handed out.

“Because it’s still summer???” Jake says it like it’s obvious, looking at his phone instead of where he was going.

Sunoo gives him a side eye before looking at you. “Someone’s quiet.”

Jake looks at you too. “Y/N, something on your mind?” He nudges your left arm.

You shook your head, as if to shake off the haze. “Huh? No. I’m just enjoying this.” You give him a soft smile.

Sunoo hums. “Yeah, it is pretty good to finally be free.”

Jake scoffs. “Not for long. I got that damn internship at that gym.” He sighs as if that’s a bad thing.

“Lucky. I couldn’t find any pet shelters looking for volunteers.” You frown. “Since when do pet shelters not need help? They always need help.”

“Maybe they just didn’t want your help.” Sunoo shrugs, earning a glare from you, to which he smiles.

“It’d be lucky if I chose it myself, ‘stead of my stupid stepbrother.” Jake huffs.

“Jay?” Sunoo hums.

“Yeah. He’s so annoying, I wanna kill him.”

“Woah.” You laugh, half amused half concerned. “He seems nice, though?”

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s already charmed my family with his stupid guitar… and his fast car… and his black card...” Jake kicks a rock.

“You’re just jealous because he’s loaded and you’re not.” Sunoo laughs. “He’s harmless.”

“Bro, he’s a jerk. He literally took Layla for a walk!!” Jake exclaimed like it was a crime scene.

“Does Layla not deserve walks???” You raise a brow.

“She deserves walks from her father. Me. Not some stranger…”

Sunoo rolls his eyes. “Can we please get back to the car now? I’m gonna melt.”

“Sure thing, pretty boy.” Jake gives a fake smile.

You all made your way back to the beach parking lot. It was a bit dark, so it made sense that Jake couldn’t see his car at first.

But 5 minutes and 3 rows later, nothing was funny.

“Shit, I think I got towed…” Jake runs a hand through his black hair.

“What?” You whine.

“I told you that they check if you paid for the fucking parking!” Sunoo scolds Jake, who just looks around as if his car will magically appear.

“The walk is only like… 45 minutes.” He was dead serious.

Sunoo looked like he wanted to slap him. “And it takes 3 minutes for a human to drown. So I suggest you get us a ride before I throw you in the ocean.”

Jake whimpered and fumbled for his phone.

You had to laugh. Being stranded at the beach with your two best friends wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

For Jake, it was. Because the only person who could come get you guys was his worst enemy: his step-brother Jay.

-

You were in the backseat of Jay’s expensive car, a bit squished since he had two other friends with him. Sunghoon and Jungwon, you think.

Sunghoon was in the front seat, staring out the window like he was thinking about all the better things he could be doing.

Sunoo and Jake were squeezed in to your right, and Jungwon to your left. The boy didn’t seem so thrilled about it either.

Jay glances at Jake through the rear view mirror. “Brother, you need someone to pay for your tow charge?”

“I’m not your bother.” Jake grumbles.

Jay only chuckles, as if he sees Jake like a little puppy who will come around soon.

You shift a little and Jungwon looks at you. “Sorry.” You nod politely.

“It’s ok. Didn’t expect to be here picking up Jay’s little brother’s friends,” he said.

“Little? How old do you think we are?” Sunoo leaned forward, squinting at Jungwon.

Sunghoon finally speaks. “Like 3.”

Jay and Jungwon laugh, and you roll your eyes.

Jake scoffs. “We’re all adults here!”

Jay hums. “Adults who don’t pay for their parking space?”

“I didn’t know they’d check it!! They never check it anywhere else!!”

You tuned out Jake’s yelling, distracted by the scent beside you — Jungwon smelled like strawberries… and something unmistakably man.

Wait- where did that come from? You don’t even know him. You were just thigh to thigh with the cutest guy you’ve ever seen, a stranger.

Jay’s car comes to a stop. “Alright, out. We’ve got things to do, parties to attend.”

Sunghoon looks back like he’s judging the three of you for ever being near him. Jake gets out the car to let you and Sunoo out.

“But I don’t live here!”

“I know. Sorry, but I’m not headed towards the house.” Jay fixes his hair in the mirror, completely dismissing Jake’s protests.

“I don’t have any clothes! And I gotta pick up my car tomor-!

“Figure it out, baby bro.” Jay is already backing out.

Jungwon is laughing in the backseat, and Sunghoon gives you all a peace sign to which Jake returns a middle finger.

You watch as the car zooms off, your mind still on the smell of strawberries. What kind of man wanted to smell like strawberries? Maybe he has a girlfriend.

Sunoo’s hand in yours drags you out of your thoughts and to your shared apartment. You’ve been roommates for as long as you could remember.

Living with Sunoo was perfect for you, because he wasn’t loud or messy.

Unlike Jake, who immediately got a soda from your fridge and slumped onto the couch like he got dumped.

“I hate that guy.”

“You know what? I might agree with you now.” Sunoo stand with his hands on his hips. “Why would he trap us with you?”

Jake glares at Sunoo and you sit next to him. “You’ll be fine. He’ll probably pick you up tomorrow if you ask nicely.”

“I don’t wanna ask him nicely!! I want him to perish!”

-

“No.”

That was your response to Jake, who was currently on his knees begging you to tag along with him on his first day of his internship.

His reason was because he needed the emotional support while being around Jay for more than 15 minutes.

“Please, Y/N! You won’t even have to work out!” Jake pleads, grabbing your hand.

“That’s not why I’m saying no, you freak!” You snatch your hand away.

“Then why??? Do you want me to suffer??” He gasps in offense.

“Now I do. But no, I have to keep looking for my own internship. Sunoo is helping me, said he knew someone who works at a shelter.”

Jake glares at Sunoo, who was eating mint chocolate chip ice cream happily. “Traitor…”

“I can’t betray you if I was never on your side.”

-

You and Sunoo found yourselves standing outside a small animal shelter tucked between a coffee shop and a bookstore. The faded sign above the door read “Happy Tails Rescue.” A soft breeze ruffled your hair as you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration of the last few days.

Sunoo glances at you with an encouraging smile.

The moment you stepped inside, the warm scent of hay and wet dog greeted you. Barking and meows echoed softly from various rooms as you walked through the narrow hallway toward the office.

Behind a cluttered desk sat a man with sharp eyes and a tired smile. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the wrinkles around his eyes suggested he’d seen more than his fair share of chaos.

“Hello, can I help you?” he asked, looking up. “Oh! Hi, Sunoo.”

“Soobin.” Sunoo nods. He regarded the man as if they weren’t on that good of terms, but he still needed this favor so he was tolerating him.

Soobin cleared his throat and smiled politely. “Who’s your friend?”

“Y/N. Y/N, this is Soobin. He’s the manager here.”

You nod and smile. “Nice to meet you. I’m looking for an internship or volunteer position. I really want to help out here.”

Soobin looks surprised yet relieved. He stands up and- damn, he’s tall. “That’s great! When can you start?”

You blink. “…sorry, what?”

“If you’re willing, I can hire you today.” His eyes sparkled.

“Oh- uh, I didn’t expect that.” You looked at Sunoo, who raised his brows like, You wanted a job.

You look back to Soobin and take a deep breath before nodding. “I can start today.”

-

After Sunoo left, Soobin led you through the shelter, explaining the basics in a calm, measured tone. “First things first: feeding times are strict—morning and evening. You’ll help prepare the meals and make sure the animals get their meds if needed. Cleaning the cages and litter boxes is crucial, so hygiene stays top-notch. And lastly, always be gentle and patient. Some of these animals have been through a lot.”

You nodded eagerly, soaking up every word.

“So,” Soobin continued, glancing back toward the break room, “the team usually gathers there before starting the day. You’ll meet Kai, Beomgyu, Jungwon and Yeonjun.”

Wait. Did he just say Jungwon? As in… Jake’s rich step-brother’s best friend Jungwon???

Maybe it was a different Jungwon.

“Also, I need your phone number to add you to the group chat.”

-

You crouched in front of a kennel, cooing softly at a nervous golden retriever who had clearly seen better days. His fur was matted near the tail, and he had a subtle limp that you clocked immediately. You reached out slowly, palm up.

“Hi, buddy… It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

He sniffed your hand cautiously before licking your fingertips. You felt your heart do a weird flip. Textbook anxiety behaviors… poor thing.

You reached for the clipboard attached to his gate and read through the notes like they were a thesis. “Limp on back right leg… appetite low… dental plaque forming…”

“Gonna give him a whole diagnosis?” a voice said behind you, amused.

You turned—and froze.

Jungwon.

It was that Jungwon. Still too handsome for a human being, still wearing strawberry-scented cologne (you’d never forget it), and now, in the same cramped hallway as you, in scrubs.

You blinked. He raised an eyebrow.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said a little too fast, quickly standing and trying not to let your brain short-circuit. “Sorry, I just—uh—didn’t know you worked here.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t seem the type to know things about me.”

Okay, ouch?

You gave him a polite half-smile. “Guess I do now.”

He tilted his head like he was reading between the lines, but said nothing else before crouching down to check on the same dog. You watched as his hand moved carefully over the dog’s leg, with surprising gentleness.

“Patella might be loose,” he muttered. “He’s probably scared, that’s why he’s not eating.”

Your eyes lit up. “I thought the same thing! I was gonna suggest an anti-inflammatory and maybe soft food for a few days.”

He looked up, lips quirking.

“You a vet tech or something?”

“Studying to be one,” you said, trying not to sound too eager.

Jungwon gave you a nod of approval. “Cool. You’ve got good instincts.”

And just like that, you short-circuited anyway.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to suppress the warm feeling Jungwon’s compliment stirred in your chest. You weren’t here to be swooning over cute boys with annoyingly perfect bone structure—you were here to take care of animals. Focus.

“Thanks,” you muttered, pretending to double-check the dog’s notes so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at him. “I’ve read a lot about post-traumatic canine behavior. It’s kind of my thing.”

Jungwon hummed thoughtfully. “So you’re, like… the nerdy type.”

You narrowed your eyes, glancing up. “Is that your polite way of saying I’m a know-it-all?”

His lips twitched. “No. That was my polite way of saying you’re kind of cute when you’re geeking out.”

You blinked.

He stood up before you could even react, grabbing a small chewable tablet from the meds cabinet nearby. “Here. See if he’ll take this. You don’t want to get on Soobin’s bad side by letting his favorite dog limp around untreated.”

You accepted the pill, still slightly dazed. “Wait, Soobin has a favorite?”

Jungwon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Yeah. That dog’s like his emotional support animal. Don’t screw it up.”

You snorted, breaking the tension a bit. “You’re weird.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You crouched back down to offer the chew to the golden retriever, who hesitated for just a moment before accepting it from your hand. You scratched his head gently as he chewed.

Jungwon watched you for a second too long before finally pushing off the doorframe. “You’ll do fine here,” he said, casually. “Try not to fall in love with every single animal.”

You looked over your shoulder. “No promises.”

His smirk faded just a bit, replaced by something unreadable in his eyes. Then he was gone—off to the next room, probably to charm some other helpless creature with his strawberry-scented nonsense.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

What was that?

-

The gym’s cold AC hit you like a wave of relief after trudging through the scorching parking lot. You see Jay behind the counter, lounging like he wasn’t at a workplace.

Jay smiles. “Well if it isn’t my baby brother’s friends.”

“Still not babies.” Sunoo doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Hi, Jay.” You smile. “Nice place you got here.”

“Thank you! My father owns it though, for now. Came to see Jake?”

You nod and Jay points to the open area, where you see Jake getting scolded by a guy.

“You’re tired already??? You still have to do shoulder presses, underhand row, ball rollout, lateral lunge, and glute bridges.”

“Taehyun, are you genuinely serious???” Jake looks so done before he notices you and Sunoo and runs to you.

“My saviors!!” Jake hugs you both.

“Ew, you’re fucking sweaty!” Sunoo pushes him off.

“So what? You could use a workout or two — maybe just to boost your energy. We just launched a new membership plan — super flexible, packed with perks like unlimited classes, personal training discounts, even nutrition coaching. It’s designed to fit your lifestyle and make fitness fun, not a chore. Want me to tell you more?” Jake droned, sounding like he was reading from a script he hated.

Sunoo laughs. “I hope you don’t sound like that with actual customers.”

“I’m trying my best here ok??? Jay is terrorizing me indirectly!” He whisper-yells, glancing at the front desk where Jay was now taking with Sunghoon and some red-haired guy.

“Indirectly???” You tilt your head.

“He made me clean the bathroom 3 times in one day.”

You and Sunoo look at each other before you laugh in Jake’s face.

“What- it’s not funny!!!” Jake frowns.

“It kinda is…” you sigh, wiping an imaginary tear.

“Well I hope your work experience is going swell.” Jake glares.

“Actually, it is. The animals are cute, and I love helping them…” And, well — there’s also the finest man you’ve ever seen working there.

“What’s with that face?” Jake’s eyes narrow.

“She must have a cute coworker.” Sunoo gasps. “You would’ve told me already, Y/N…”

“What?? No, I don’t have a cute coworker. I haven’t even met them yet! Besides…”

“Besides who?” Jake leans in.

“Jungwon.”

“What?!” Jake yells, causing a couple people to look at the three of you. Sunoo facepalms.

Jake grabs your shoulders. “You can’t like Jungwon.”

“Excuse me?” Your brows furrow.

“He’s Jay’s friend — that makes him an enemy!” Jake shook you, but you pushed him off, frowning.

“I want no part of your obsession with Jay.” You felt Sunoo straighten your shirt.

Jake blinks. “I’m not obsessed with him! He’s obsessed with me! He wants my life.”

“Why would he wanna be broke, stupid, and delusional?” Sunoo deadpans.

Jake ignores him. “You cannot like Jungwon. Seriously.”

“I didn’t even like him to begin with!”

“You did the faraway stare.” Sunoo comments.

“Whose side are you even on???”

“Neither. Isn’t that obvious?”

Jake crosses his arms. “Just don’t let him turn you against me.”

You squint. “You’re doing that all on your own.”

He pouts. “Traitor.”

You and Sunoo laugh as Taehyun yells again from across the gym, making Jake scramble away like a kicked puppy.

-

Soobin’s voice echoed from the hallway like the weary groan of a man already on his third cup of coffee—and it wasn’t even noon.

“Beomgyu, I swear to god if that rabbit is out of its pen again—”

“It’s not my fault he’s built like an escape artist!” Beomgyu shouted from somewhere in the back room. “He has an agenda!”

You looked up from the adoption forms you were organizing and exchanged glances with Jungwon, who was reorganizing some medicine drawers beside you.

“He does this every day?” you asked under your breath.

Jungwon sighed, not looking up. “Every day. And somehow the rabbit wins.”

Just then, a small white blur zipped past the hallway.

“Fluffernutter!” Yeonjun’s voice cracked as he bolted after it. “I just got you back in there, man! Come on!”

Soobin walked in, holding his forehead. “Tell me again why I hired all of you.”

Kai leaned against the doorway with a cup of iced coffee, sipping slowly, completely unconcerned. “For our charming personalities.”

Soobin pointed at him. “You’re on mop duty. And you—” He turned to Beomgyu, who was now inexplicably carrying a guinea pig like a football—“you’re on litter boxes for the next two hours.”

Beomgyu gasped. “Cruel and unusual punishment! I’m telling HR!”

“There is no HR.” Soobin was already walking away. “I am HR.”

You snorted into your clipboard and Jungwon raised an eyebrow.

“You’re adjusting fast.”

“Well, it’s less ‘adjusting’ and more ‘being thrown headfirst into controlled chaos.’” You looked toward the back hallway. “Is that rabbit seriously named Fluffernutter?”

“Oh yeah,” Jungwon said with a faint smile. “Beomgyu named him after a sandwich. Said it was the only thing they both have in common: cute, but messy.”

You laughed softly, then looked over at him. “Is it always this crazy?”

“Only on weekdays ending in ‘-day’.” He leaned a bit closer. “Don’t worry. You’ll learn to tune them out.”

“I think I’m starting to enjoy it,” you said, half surprised.

“You’re a special kind of person then.”

Before you could say something clever back, Beomgyu popped his head in.

“Hey, new girl—Y/N, right?”

You nodded.

“You know how to use a hose, right?”

“Um… yeah?”

“Great. Fluffernutter peed on the food bins. Welcome to the team!”

-

Soobin stood at the front of the break room holding a laminated clipboard like he was hosting a corporate retreat in hell.

“Team-building activity time,” he announced flatly, sipping what you hoped was coffee and not the liquid of exhaustion and resentment.

“Ugh, not this again,” Beomgyu groaned from the couch, already halfway under a blanket like he was being personally victimized.

Kai blinked slowly from his upside-down position on the bean bag. “Is this like the time you made us do trust falls with literal dogs around?”

“I caught Beomgyu,” Yeonjun offered, lifting his hand like he deserved a medal. “That was team bonding.”

“I dislocated my shoulder,” Beomgyu added.

“Again: team bonding,” Yeonjun repeated.

Soobin ignored them all. “We have a new team member now, and I’d like us to be a functional unit for once. So we’re doing a communication challenge.”

You tilted your head. “What kind of challenge?”

Soobin smiled in that “I’m suppressing an existential crisis” way he had. “Pictionary.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then chaos.

“I’m gonna destroy all of you!” Beomgyu yelled, leaping out from under the blanket like it was Hunger Games.

Kai rolled off the bean bag and simply said, “I will not be participating.”

“You will participate,” Soobin said without turning around.

“I will not participate,” Kai repeated, walking out the door.

Soobin turned to Jungwon. “Can you drag him back?”

Jungwon shrugged. “He bit me last time.”

You blinked. “He bit you??”

“In a brotherly way,” Jungwon said unhelpfully.

Eventually (read: fifteen minutes and one near fistfight later), the whiteboard was dragged into the room. Teams were chosen at random: Team A: You, Jungwon, and Soobin. Team B: Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Kai (who returned mysteriously with a popsicle and no explanation).

Round 1: You drawing, Jungwon guessing.

The word: hamster wheel.

You grabbed the marker and started sketching a perfect circle.

“Circle,” Jungwon said.

You drew a smaller circle inside.

“Donut?”

You added what looked like a rat inside the wheel.

“Demon pastry?” Jungwon guessed.

You turned. “What??”

Soobin groaned. “It’s obviously a hamster wheel.”

Jungwon blinked. “You drew it weird.”

You gaped. “Excuse me, it was excellent hamster anatomy!”

“You gave it eyebrows!” Jungwon accused.

“Hamsters have eyebrows!”

Yeonjun, from the corner: “They do, though.”

Round 2: Beomgyu drawing, Kai guessing.

The word: cat litter.

Beomgyu drew a rectangle.

Kai stared. “Box.”

He added what looked like cat ears.

“Hat.”

He added poop shapes inside the box.

“…Art,” Kai said solemnly.

Beomgyu burst out laughing so hard he dropped the marker.

“Cat litter! It’s cat litter, you idiot!”

Kai nodded like he’d won. “I stand by my guess.”

Final Round: Jungwon drawing, you guessing.

The word: strawberry.

He looked you dead in the eye and immediately started drawing something suspiciously shaped like a butt.

“…Peach?” you guessed hesitantly.

He smirked and added seeds.

“…Oh my god. A strawberry.”

Yeonjun leaned in. “That’s a strawberry?”

“You drew it weird,” you copied what he said to you.

Jungwon just grinned. “You got it right, though.”

Your face was way too hot for a game this stupid.

By the end of the “bonding,” Soobin had a headache, Yeonjun had eaten all the pizza, Kai had somehow hotwired the mini-fridge to make popsicles colder, and Beomgyu had used up three markers drawing cat memes on the whiteboard. You were crying-laughing into your sleeve, and Jungwon was beside you, quietly smug every time you smiled at something he said.

And honestly?

Best first week ever.

-

The break room had finally gone quiet, save for the soft hum of the old vending machine and the faint crinkle of wrappers being thrown away.

Everyone else had left—Soobin muttering about migraines, Beomgyu yelling something about revenge next game night, Kai vanishing like a cryptid once again, and Yeonjun stealing a leftover muffin.

Now, it was just you and Jungwon, alone amid half-dried markers and a battlefield of snack crumbs.

You tossed a paper cup into the trash and sighed. “So… do they always take team-building this seriously?”

Jungwon chuckled as he wiped the whiteboard clean. “That wasn’t them taking it seriously.”

You blinked. “Oh my god.”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, and for a second, his usual amused expression softened. “You handled it well, though. Most new people are either scared or filing a complaint by now.”

You smiled faintly, stepping around the table to gather some plates. “I liked it. It’s kinda nice to be around people who don’t pretend to be normal.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

There was a beat of silence as you moved past each other—close. Too close. Your shoulder brushed his arm and you felt it like static.

Neither of you stepped away.

You glanced at him. “So… how long have you worked here?”

“Couple years. Started during school. Stayed after. Didn’t think I’d like it, but…” He shrugged, rubbing the edge of the whiteboard with a paper towel. “The chaos grew on me.”

You smiled at that. “And the animals?”

He paused, looking over at you like he was about to say something casual—except what came out wasn’t.

“They’re easier to understand than people.”

Your fingers stopped moving over the table. His voice had dropped, quiet and thoughtful, like it surprised even him to say it out loud.

You looked at him, really looked. “You’re not as hard to read as you think, you know.”

That got his attention. He blinked at you, slow. “No?”

You shook your head. “You act like you don’t care about anyone here. Like they’re all just annoying background noise. But I saw the way you checked that puppy’s paw yesterday like it was breakable glass. The way you carry meds for the anxious cats so the loud dogs won’t startle them. You care. You just don’t broadcast it.”

His mouth tugged into something halfway between a smirk and something softer. “You’ve been watching me?”

Oh.

You hated the way your stomach flipped at that.

“…You’re hard not to notice,” you said before your brain could stop your mouth.

There was a pause. The air got weirdly still. Thick, in that way that makes you forget how breathing works.

Jungwon stepped closer, barely half a foot between you now. His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

“You smell like laundry and coffee. Every time I pass you.”

You blinked. “What?”

He looked half-apologetic, half-defiant. “I notice things too.”

The tension between you stretched thin, taut and humming. Your hand brushed the counter next to his, fingertips almost grazing. You didn’t move away.

He didn’t either.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first—maybe both of you. But his eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

And then—

“Hey, did anyone see my—OH. Never mind.”

Beomgyu’s voice cut through the silence like a chainsaw. He immediately backpedaled into the hallway. “Didn’t see anything! Go back to kissing!”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

Jungwon just sighed. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You looked up at him, biting back a grin. “You were gonna kiss me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t exactly running.”

The space between you was still there, still charged.

“Next time,” you said, teasing.

His smile tilted, a little crooked, a little dangerous. “Promise?”

You didn’t answer—just walked past him with a stack of plates, heart thudding like a bass drum.

But behind you, you heard him mutter it anyway.

“So pretty…”

-

It started with thunder.

And then lightning.

And then the unmistakable click of the shelter doors locking behind Soobin, followed by the soft, horrific whisper of:

“…Oh no.”

“What do you mean oh no,” Yeonjun asked, eyes already narrowing.

Soobin looked up from his phone, drenched from head to toe, holding a bag of dog treats and a deeply panicked expression. “The storm tripped the automatic lock system.”

“Okay?” Beomgyu blinked.

“There’s no cell service.”

“Okay…?”

“…And the backup key is in my glove compartment.”

A silence fell across the room.

Then:

“SO YOU LOCKED US IN DURING A STORM WITHOUT SERVICE AND THE DOGS ARE EATING THE LAST OF THE FREEZE-DRIED CHICKEN!?”

Beomgyu’s voice cracked somewhere around a B♭.

“I didn’t mean to!” Soobin hissed, pulling off his soaked hoodie like it was suffocating him emotionally. “It’s not like I planned for the storm to short out the lock—”

“I told you we should’ve switched to analog deadbolts,” Kai muttered from the floor, where he was already building a pillow nest like a survivalist.

“Why would anyone have ever said that!?” Soobin snapped.

You, meanwhile, stood frozen near the door, holding a half-eaten granola bar like it was your only weapon against madness.

Jungwon appeared beside you, a folded blanket slung over his arm. “You okay?”

You blinked up at him. “…Are we going to die here?”

He grinned, a little lopsided. “Probably. But at least we’ll die with enrichment puzzles and squeaky toys.”

“You’re not comforting.”

“I brought you this.” He held out the blanket. “In case it gets cold.”

Your fingers brushed his when you took it. Neither of you acknowledged it, but your pulse sure as hell did.

-

Yeonjun and Beomgyu were playing cards by phone flashlight and cheating obviously. Kai was asleep inside a dog crate with two chihuahuas who’d adopted him. Soobin was pacing and muttering about lawsuits.

You and Jungwon were curled on opposite ends of a large dog bed that someone (Beomgyu) claimed was “the comfiest piece of furniture in this hellhouse.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Jungwon whispered, “You cold?”

You were already under the blanket, but you still nodded. “A little.”

He didn’t say anything—just scooted closer until your legs bumped, like it wasn’t even a question. You tried to keep your face neutral. You failed.

“Thanks for not freaking out,” he murmured after a minute.

“I freaked out a little internally,” you admitted.

“Still. You’re… easy to be around.”

That made you look up. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who says things like that.”

“I’m not,” he said. “Usually.”

And then, quietly:

“But I like being around you.”

Your heart did a little somersault. You were about to say something—anything—but then a horrendous thump came from the corner.

Beomgyu stood over Yeonjun, victorious. “I WIN. SLEEP IN THE KENNEL, LOSER.”

Yeonjun, on the ground, wheezed. “I will never forgive you.”

Jungwon exhaled a laugh next to you. “See? Not so bad being stuck here.”

You looked at him, your shoulder resting against his now, and smiled softly. “Not bad at all.”

And when the power flickered back on two hours later, no one even noticed.

Not when Jungwon had just reached over to take your hand under the blanket.

And definitely not when he whispered, “Still thinking about that kiss we didn’t get to finish.”

Your only answer was the way your fingers curled tighter around his.

-

A cold gust of wind settled over the shelter as the door swung open. You barely had time to blink before you heard a yell.

“Y/N!” Jake looked distraught, and Sunoo looked surprised behind him.

That’s when you felt it, a solid weight across your chest, an arm draped lazily over your waist, and a steady, very real warm breath against your neck.

Also, Jungwon’s knee was firmly wedged between your thighs and his fingers were still tangled with yours under the blanket.

He shifted in his sleep, mumbling something that sounded like “so soft…” and burrowed closer.

You died on the spot.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jake yelled, making everyone stir.

Kai sat up first. “Who is you?”

“…Morning,” you rasped.

Beomgyu beamed. “Slept well, sweetheart?”

You buried your face in your hands.

Jake just looked personally betrayed. “I came here to make sure you were alive, not to witness your love story.”

At that exact moment, Jungwon groaned softly and opened one eye. He blinked, confused… then looked down at how tightly he was wrapped around you.

There was a pause.

“…Oh.”

You met his eyes.

“…Morning,” you said again, this time a little more breathless.

He didn’t move, just blinked again. “Did we die last night or… is this still real?”

From somewhere behind him, Yeonjun muttered, “Unfortunately, it’s very real.”

Jungwon groaned and flopped backwards into the bed, dragging the blanket over his face. “I’m never living this down.”

You lay there beside him, cheeks warm, trying not to smile.

“Hey,” you said softly, nudging him under the covers.

“…Yeah?”

“I didn’t mind.”

He peeked one eye out from the blanket. “…You didn’t?”

You shook your head, smiling a little. “It was kind of nice.”

Sunoo clutched his imaginary pearls. “THEY’RE FLIRTING.“

Jungwon just stared at you under the blanket, quietly amazed.

“…Still smell like laundry,” he whispered.

You leaned in, heart thudding. “You still smell like strawberries.”

Beomgyu gagged dramatically from the counter. “OH MY GOD, GET A ROOM.”

Soobin finally grunts. “Everyone get out.”

-

“I thought you didn’t like Jay.”

“I don’t!! But he’s making me go to this stupid party, with his stupid friends, with stupid alcohol and stupid hot girls!” Jake was currently in Sunoo’s bed, whining.

Sunoo was on his phone beside Jake, while you sat on the floor in front of the mirror, doing your makeup. Something cute and simple, but still enough to show Jungwon how hot you are.

“You’re lucky we agreed to go with you.” Sunoo sighs.

“I am soooo grateful.” Jake hugs Sunoo, who squirms and tries to get him off, but he just keeps holding him. “We all know why Y/N is going though…”

You glance at Jake in the mirror. “What?”

“To see her cuddle bug.” Sunoo laughs while shoving Jake off of him.

“Cuddle bug??? You mean Jungwon?”

“AHA! You admit it!” Jake points an accusatory finger towards you.

“I admit nothing!” You roll your eyes.

Sunoo hums. “Even if you don’t, it’s obvious you just wanna see him. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be putting in so much effort.”

“God forbid a girl wants to look cute…”

“For a man.” Jake was now distracted by playing with Sunoo’s jacket zipper.

You sigh. “I need girl friends…”

-

The house was packed—low lights, thumping bass, the smell of cheap liquor and too many colognes. Jake had immediately disappeared after declaring he was “scouting for emotional damage,” and Sunoo was already on his second strawberry soju cocktail, expertly navigating the crowd like he’d trained for it.

You stood near the kitchen island, sipping your drink and pretending you weren’t scanning the room like a searchlight for a certain dark-haired, emotionally constipated shelter boy.

And then—

“You’re late,” a low voice murmured behind you.

You turned, and there he was.

Jungwon.

Leaning against the fridge like he hadn’t just casually wrecked your ability to form sentences. Hair pushed back, hoodie sleeves rolled up, and a look in his eyes that was part amused and part don’t think I forgot about that almost-kiss.

You blinked. “You clean up well.”

He smirked. “You don’t.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t clean up well,” he repeated, stepping closer. “You look dangerous. Like someone’s gonna cry over you tonight.”

That shut you up real quick.

“You been here long?” you asked, voice suddenly breathless.

He shrugged. “Got here about ten minutes ago. Heard someone say your name, came looking.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker behavior.”

“And yet,” he murmured, “you’re still smiling.”

Damn him and his ability to make your heart do that stupid flutter thing.

“You wanna go outside?” he asked, nodding toward the back patio. “It’s loud in here.”

You nodded, grateful for the excuse to escape the heat, the crowd, and the tension that was now practically fizzing in the air between you two.

-

It was quieter out here. The music still bled through the walls, but faintly. A string of fairy lights hung over the fence like someone had tried to make the party look aesthetic before giving up halfway.

You stood by the railing, sipping the last of your drink, and Jungwon leaned beside you, arms folded.

Neither of you spoke for a beat.

Then he said, “You really didn’t mind… sleeping next to me?”

You blinked at him. “No. Why would I?”

He looked away. “Because people usually keep their distance.”

You turned your body toward him, softly. “You don’t make me want to.”

He looked at you then. Really looked. And you watched something shift in his face—like he was giving up the fight to pretend he didn’t care.

“Okay,” he said, almost to himself.

“Okay what?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

And then—he kissed you.

No warning. No hesitation. Just a firm, warm press of his lips against yours, like he’d been thinking about it since Jay’s car and could not go another second without your lips on his.

It wasn’t slow or delicate. It was real. Like finally exhaling.

And you kissed him back.

Your hands curled into his hoodie. His fingers slid up your neck, thumb brushing just below your jaw, tilting your face to deepen the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, he looked dazed. A little breathless.

“…that was…” he whispered.

You smirked. “Hot?”

He groaned softly, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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+ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬

in which a quiet visit to her room turns into something else entirely. Hyun-tak finds her diary, and with it, the truth he never saw coming.

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

CH 1 , CH 2 , CH 3

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April 12th, 2013

DEARRRRR DIARYYYYYYY 😡🍫🩰🌸

TODAY WAS THE FLOWER FESTIVALLLL

AND I AM NEVER NEVER NEVER SPEAKING TO HYUN-TAK AGAIN.

(But also maybe I forgived him a little. BUT ONLY A LITTUL.)

SO.

It was our DANCE PERFORMANCE!!! On the REAL STAGE!! With like… A THOUSAND PEOPLE (okay maybe like 34 but STILL!!!)

And I had my sparkly dress and butterfly hairclip and shiny shoes and I looked like a FAIRY QUEEN 🧚‍♀️✨

AND THEN THERE WAS HYUN-TAK.

Looking like a GRUMPY POTATO in a vest 😤

He didn’t even brush his hair good!!! It was sticking out like a cactus!!! 🌵

We were posed to do the twirly spin part first BUT HE FORGOT and just STOOD THERE with his arms like this: 🧍‍♂️??????

AND THEN HE STEPPED ON MY FOOT

WITH HIS STUPID BOY SHOE 😭😭😭

I almost CRIED ON STAGE but I DIDN’T

(‘Cause I’m strong.)

Everyone was looking and Teacher made the “uh-oh face” and I just… I JUST WANTED TO RUN AWAY FOREVER 😭😭

After the dance I didn’t talk to him. Not even once. Not even a “tch.”

I went and sat behind the tree and picked at my snack like a SAD SQUIRREL 🐿️

THEN…

THENNNNNN…

HE CAME TO ME.

And he had this little dumb crinkly thing in his hand and threw it in my lap and said:

“Stop crying. It’s just a dance.”

It was a chocolate. 🍫

My FAVRIT KIND. The one with the pink swirly strawberry cream inside that melts like a hug 😭💗

I said,

“I’M NOT CRYING!!!”

(But maybe I kinda was.)

I broke it in half.

I gave him the big half.

He took it without saying thank you (RUDE 🙄)

THEN—

HE SAID:

“Wanna do it again? Like… better?”

I said “Whaaaattt?” and he said “In the playground. No stage. Just the real way this time.”

So we went. Just us.

And we played the song on my mom’s phone (it was kinda crackly but still good)

And we danced again.

With no stage.

No people.

Just sky. And wind. And him.

AND HE DIDN’T MESS UP THIS TIME 😳

He spun me and didn’t stomp and even SMILED a little (like this 😊 but SMALLER)

It was like a secret dance

Like a movie

Like a secret movie just for me.

I hope we dance again. But maybe not in front of people.

Just like that.

Just us.

Okay bye diary

I’m still mad. But like… a little less. 🙄

Love, Y/N

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

December 14th, 2013

Dear Diarreeeeee 😤👊💔👶

TODAY WAS SOOOO STUPID but also like, kind of woah.

BUT ALSO VERYYYY STUPID 😤

SO! At recess we were playing HOUSE. It was Mina's idea (it’s always Mina’s idea), and everyone picked parts and I was gonna be the DOG 🐶 (I was gonna bark real good too!!)

BUT THEN!!!

They said Hyun-Tak had to be the DADDY 😑 because he was the tallest and he said

“That’s dumb. I don’t wanna be anything.”

BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY. Because Teacher said we “gotta take turns.”

SO I SAID—

“OKAY THEN I’LL BE THE MOMMY!!!”

‘Cause DUH.

HELLO??? If Hyun-Tak is being the Daddy then obviously I gotta be Mommy. He’s my best friend. That’s like… the rules of the world 🌎💥

BUT THEN—

Juri goes

“Noooo I’m the Mommy! I picked it first!”

AND I SAID

“No I did! I said it before you even said anything!”

AND SHE SAID

“Well Hyun-Tak can pick. Who do you want to be Mommy?”

AND I LOOKED AT HIM.

AND HE JUST SHRUGGED 😐

LIKE A USELESS BAG OF NO HELP.

SO THEN Juri PULLED MY HAIR 😡😡😡😡

ACTUALLY. PULLED. MY. HAIR. 😭😭😭

She grabbed my braid and yanked it and I was GONNA THROW HER IN THE SAND PIT 😤💥

BUT THEN—

HYUN-TAK GOT IN THE MIDDLE.

He pulled her hand off me and made his grumpy face and said:

“STOP IT. You're being annoying.”

AND HE TOOK MY HAND.

MY ACTUAL HAND.

AND LOOKED AT HER AND SAID—

“I’ll only be the Daddy if Y/N is the Mommy.”

AND I THINK—

I THINK I DIED.

LIKE I ACTUALLY WENT TO THE CLOUDS ☁️ AND CAME BACK.

Because I didn’t even say thank you.

I just stared.

My face felt like a microwave.

My stomach did the swingy swingy thing.

I don’t even remember what happened after.

Mina said Juri ran away but I didn’t even care.

Because his hand was still holding mine

AND IT WAS WARM.

He let go right after and said

"You don't have to fight."

BUT. BUT. BUT.

He picked me.

Me.

And I dunno why but I can’t stop smiling and it’s annoying and I wanna yell and also hug my pillow and I don’t even KNOW WHAT THIS FEELING IS 😵‍💫

I’m not gonna tell him.

Ever.

Maybe.

(Okay maybe someday. When we’re 80.)

Okay bye Diary. My braid still hurts. But my heart is doing jumpy jumps.

Love, Y/N

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

He stared at the page for another long moment.

Then, quietly—he laughed. Not loud. Just a low, breathy thing in his throat. The kind that crept up before he could stop it.

“I’ll only be the Daddy if Y/N is the Mommy.”

He muttered the words under his breath, like reading a line from a play he’d forgotten being part of.

“…Did I really say that?”

He looked up toward the ceiling like it might help him remember. Everything was a blur from back then—muddy shoes, scraped knees, swings that always squeaked too loud. Her hair in lopsided braids. Her voice never shutting up.

But yeah. Maybe he had said that. In that grouchy, don’t-touch-me way of his. He rolled his eyes and leaned his head back again, letting out a crooked grin.

“She had a crush on me?” he scoffed to himself. “Her? Me?”

He let that thought swirl in the silence for a second. And then snorted. “Yeah, right.”

She used to beat him with her pencil case in 4th grade whenever he teased her about her handwriting. And she once made him carry her backpack for a week straight because she said it was “the tax for being annoying.”

Crush?

She used to yell at him for breathing too loud. Still—he couldn't help but laugh again. Just a little.

They were five.

They also swore they’d get married under the jungle gym and live in a treehouse with ten dogs and no adults allowed. She made him pinky promise and everything. Then tried to bite his hand when he said treehouses were stupid.

So yeah. That probably counted as a crush. Whatever it was. He let his eyes drift back down to the diary.

Faint sparkles still clung to the page like they were trying to time-travel with him.

He ran a thumb over the words one last time, then flipped the page. The paper made a soft whispering sound—like a curtain being drawn open.

A new date waited at the top, in shaky, sparkly ink.

January 2nd, 2014

He settled deeper into the pillows, one leg folded, diary in his lap. His hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like they always did when he read for too long.

He didn’t know what he was looking for. He just knew he wasn’t ready to stop reading yet.

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[cupid3clipse]

YELENA BELOVA x FEM!READER

warnings : smut, watching, oral (fem receiving), toxic relationship, cheating?, john walker

summary : you’re dating john, but you really only have your sights set on yelena. whilst walker is in between your thighs yelena quietly accidentally walks in, and you let her watch.

sab speaks! : idk if this is a weird concept but.. happy pride!!

yelena has always had her eyes set on you, she’s wanted you for as long as she can remember. so as you can imagine she was both heartbroken and annoyed when john took you away from her. that wasn’t the case, she knew that. you weren’t hers but she couldn’t help herself but resent john for that. there were never any signs of the possibility that you were even slightly interested in yelena other than being her friend..

so when she walked into your room, to see walker actively going down on you she was jealous. but what shocked her was that you let her watch. in fact you locked eyes with her, and you didn’t even look bothered by her just standing there in absolute shock at the scene in front of her. she couldn’t move, she was frozen in place.

what shocked her even more was that, when she was standing there in her own head. the mewls you made were loud before, but your voice seemed to become higher in octave. she was confused, were you moaning louder because it felt good or was she the cause of that? her suspicions were confirmed when you made eye contact with her once again.

yelena is sure that your letting her watch, and getting off on it. does that truly mean that you don’t care about john? and you’d rather have her instead? secretly she’s getting off on it as well, her panties are slowly but surely getting wetter and wetter. and the worse part was, she didn’t even feel guilty. no one else was home so there was no chance bucky or bob would come down this exact hallway and see her watching like a complete and utter creep.

she shifts on her feet making the wood floorboards creak, just enough for john to try and lift his head but instead you push it back down, with a shrug he continues. you bite your lip your hand casually laying on your chest that’s covered by your tank top. yelena knew this was wrong but she couldn’t bring herself to care. once you come with a loud moan she quietly but quickly shuts the door. and she goes to her own room, on the way she’s just thinking about what the hell just happened. all she knows is that she hot and bothered, and her hands are gonna get busy once she steps into the confines of her own room.

sab speaks!! : kinda rushed the end a little because idk how to end this off. feel free to leave feedback!! xx sab

[juyeoz]

U + M3 = LOV3 — NISHIMURA RIKI

021 ┆ shimmer and shine (0.9k words)

The door to your club room opens and you sigh at the sight. It feels like it got worse while you were gone. Normally, Riki would smile at his accomplishment, but knowing he’s supposed to help you clean this all up isn’t helping his case.

Instead, it’s ruining his mood. He’s mentally cursing at himself for having such a dumb idea, but there’s no way for him to go back in time to prevent it from happening.

“Take it,” you say, handing the boy a broom with an expression of utter annoyance. Riki rolls his eyes while grabbing the broom in response and slowly makes his way to a spot to start cleaning. 

The glitter is stubborn. It barely moves when Riki does. It chooses to stick to the ground, the bristles of the broom, his shoes—His shoes.

“Shit!” Riki exclaims while looking down at his sneakers. Your head whips over at him in haste. You think he’s making the mess a bigger problem than it already is. Of course, why would you trust the culprit of this to help you clean up in the first place?

He lets out a frustrated sigh, looking up in the process. “What?” You ask, head tilted in a way to get a better view of his area.

“My shoes are getting ruined.” 

You give him a disdained expression, unimpressed by his words. That’s seriously all he cares about? You’re aware that he’s a huge advocate for his shoes, and you know that better than anyone, but seriously, there are bigger problems going on right now.

“Just wipe them off afterwards.” Your words are obviously ones Riki doesn’t want to hear given the irritated facial expression on his face. “Okay then,” you begin, walking back to the doorway of your club room, then crouching down in front of you. Riki observes your movements with furrowed brows. 

What are you planning to do?

You remove your shoes and your socks, leaving Riki baffled. Once you stand up, you’re quick to point at his shoes and sigh. “Take them off. I don’t want to hear you complain anymore.” 

There’s a beat that passes between your words and his response. However, it never comes. Riki instead goes through with your order, making his way to the doorway to remove his socks and shoes. He rolls up the ends of his pants a little bit to refrain them from touching the bits of glitter everywhere. 

Silent falls in the room you’re both in as you two proceed to clean up the mess. The only irritating thing aside from Riki’s presence is the way your vision continuously gets blinded by your strands of hair. You don’t know why you didn’t think of tying it back before you two started cleaning. Maybe it was the way when you looked at your wrists, there were no hair ties to be found. Or the way they weren't in your pockets either. You always have one on you, so, where’d it go?

“Why do you keep rustling over there?” Riki asks, annoyed by your constant moving. It ruined the silent atmosphere. The one that he was previously enjoying because it distracted him from the fact you were near him.

“Shut up. Ignore the sounds if it’s making you annoyed.” You answer while still looking for a hair tie. You’re close to giving in to using a rubber band instead. Despite the consequences that come with it, you have no other choice.

“Well, I’m trying, but you’re making it nearly impossible to do.” He stops brooming and looks over at you. You’re scanning your wrists, rummaging in your pockets, and looking around the classroom for something.

“What are you looking for?” The question leaves Riki’s lips out of reflex. He doesn’t mean to ask you about it, honestly, he could care less about what you’re looking for, but he can’t control his nosiness.

“A hair tie.” 

To make matters worse for the boy, he’s aware that he has a hair tie  on his wrist. Although his hair is too short to use them, he doesn’t know why he has one. Still, is it really worth it giving his only hair tie to you?

Riki sighs. “Here.” He offers you the hair tie on his wrist, causing you to look over at him. Your softened expression becomes a disgusted one in a split second. There’s no way you’re going to use his hair tie to tie up your hair. Hell, you have no clue where it has been. 

“I’m fine.” You say. 

“So, what are you going to use instead? I’m not seeing another hair tie on your person.” He replies. He isn’t wrong and you hate that he isn’t. Your only other option is a rubber band that can possibly rip your follicles out.

“Fine then. Don’t have it.” Riki says as he retracts his hand away. Your eyes slightly widen and suddenly you’re speed walking over to Riki. You’re quick to grab the hair tie from his hands, then return back to your spot on the other side of the classroom. The boy scoffs at the scene as you tie our hair up, bashfully avoiding eye contact with him. It doesn’t help that you can feel his eyes on you either. Eventually, he looks away and goes back to sweeping up the mess he caused, leaving you relieved. 

“I’m not giving it back.” You inform.

A slight smile cracks open on Riki’s lips. He could care less. It’s not like he’ll use it after you either way. 

“Fine with me.” 

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[couch-potato28]

RANDOM MOMENTS WITH BF!KARASU

(a/n: the characters are aged up, slight mention of alcohol!! @thecutestgrotto for the headers 🫶)

Yapping session and free therapy

“And then he had the audacity to call the professor a bi—“ you were rambling about some drama that happened earlier today while munching on cold, leftover pizza.

It had been like, what—2 hours now? And all Karasu knew was how much tension your freaking lecture had on a Monday morning, while he was out suffering on the field.

Still, it did sound interesting.

“Why did he do that?” he asked, carefully massaging your legs which were lazily thrown across his thighs.

“He thought our professor was hot and single” you said, munching on the crust before you continued. “So like…he felt betrayed, I guess? I don’t even know but it was super weird cause she was married, babe. MARRIED.”

To be honest, he was a bit lost after the first 10 minutes. The only part that really stuck with him was when you called him hot after he joined you on the couch with nothing but his pajama shorts on, hair still slightly damp from the shower.

Everything after that? Kind of a blur. But hey—you two were having a good time and as always, he was trying his best to listen to your story. That’s what mattered anyway.

Chaotic night out

Okay, this was not how Karasu planned to leave Otoya’s wedding. Yes, you read that right—the oh-so-famous flirt Otoya’s wedding where, together with his oh-so-sweet girlfriend—now wife—he probably drank more wine than the two of you ever will.

He planned to stay until the end, but decided to leave early cause you seemed just a bit too tipsy from the amount of free alcohol that was passed around.

Honestly? He didn’t mind it that much. His ears were about to burst from the loud music, his best friend was busy partying, and he was already full from dinner meaning all that was left for him to do was—dancing. And that wasn’t his specialty anyway.

So, maybe, just maybe, giving you a piggyback ride to his car was perhaps more enjoyable.

Your half-coherent sentences were funny enough to make him forget about how uncomfortable his suit was, or how you were carried barefoot on his back since your heels were dangling from his fingers.

In a way, it was kinda relaxing. The slow steps towards his vehicle, your laughter that echoed through the parking lot, and the god-awful mix of alcohol coming from you—it was all…oddly sweet.

Okay, maybe the last part was an exaggeration. But still—the night was young and you were having fun.

Maybe too much, because the next thing he knew, you’d jump off his back and started to dance and sing so free of will (and embarrassment) that it somehow made him just a bit more giddy too.

Due till midnight

Karasu is currently reading your textbook—about whatever assignment the professor made you do—his hair is unwaxed and currently twinning with a bird’s nest. Instead of his usual contacts, he’s wearing his glasses which keep sliding down to the bridge of his nose as his eyes intensely scan the pages.

The thing is, you’re not even sure what he’s doing. You’d been suffering in silence at the kitchen table (two minutes of whining before locking in for 10 minutes and then repeating the cycle) before he came home, quickly showered, and took the initiative to try and help with the assignment.

Actually, it’s already halfway done. You just need a little more to reach the word count—but do not fret, your boyfriend is already on it.

And to both of your surprise, by some miracle, he actually does manage to help in some form—enough to let you finish earlier than expected, and finally have a well-deserved dinner. (which—bless him—was already picked up on the way home)

That’s the thing you love about Karasu—besides his many annoying traits. That no matter what, even if you didn’t ask, he’ll join you in your suffering…just to be with you.

[kuiofficial]

hii if its alright can you please make a abby and baby x bottom male reader?

Ofcourse!!!

My Soda pop

Top Abby x bottom male reader x top Baby (HUMAN AU)

Smut MINORS DNI

⚠️ warnings: none so far, other than sex-, fluff / gentle.

A/n: Hii, I wrote this one more of as a fluffy smut because I need more fluff lol.

You had two amazing boyfriends, Abby and Baby. They were always there for you, and you were always there for them. But right now, what they needed was a bit unexpected.

Abby was slightly drunk from a drinking party to celebrate their debut, and Baby was not so happy having to carry him back. When Baby walked through the door with Abby slurring out words on his back, you laughed. "Can you take him? He's really heavy, and I don't like feeling his boner against my back." He said glaring at the owner of the boner.

You walked over to them and let Abby slump his arms over your shoulders, and you helped walk him over to the couch. When he was finally laid on the couch all sprawled out, Baby sat back in a chair exhausted from carrying him on his back. It was only a minute before you started to hear snoring from the couch, which was Abby who had fallen asleep.

Baby covered his ears, annoyed due to the loud snoring coming from Abby. "I suppose I should give you a reward, huh?" You said, walking over to Baby who was leaning back into the chair. Baby looked over at you, then you plopped onto your knees infront of him. Unzipping his pants, and taking off his belt. You pulled out his dick, staring at it you admired the size.

Baby seemed a little shy and covered his face with his hands, only to uncover them again when you started to lick his tip. He let out a moan, trying to be quiet but he was failing. "Feel good?" You asked, or attempted to with his dick in your mouth. Baby bit his lip and nodded, slightly grabbing a fistfull of your h/c hair.

While this was happening, you didn't notice your other boyfriend waking up. He stumbled up off of the couch, and over to you. "Heyy, give me some attention too~~" Abby whined, you looked back at him to see that he had unbuttoned his shirt a little. You giggled st the sight of him struggling to unbutton his shirt fully. You stood up, causing Baby to whine. "Well, if I am going to give you both attention why don't we head to the bedroom?" You said winking at them, almost immediately they got up and ran to the bedroom.

You smiled then made your way to the bedroom, when you entered the room they were already ready. Abby was half naked, with only his boxers on. Baby only had his shirt on, and his boxers and pants were tugged down halfway. You made your way over to the bed, taking off your shorts and hoodie. Abby looked at you with wide puppy eyes, begging you to ride him. "Please ride me, please.." He begged, you felt all warm inside seeing him beg for you to ride him so of course you gave him what he want.

You climbed on top of Abby, lining up his cock with your already loose hole from last night. Then slowly sank down on it, he moaned in delight while watching you take the whole thing in. "Fuck-!" You said, you knew he was quite big but in this position he felt even bigger. Suddenly you heard a whine coming from the side, and saw Baby jerking himself off.

You knew that he couldn't get off without your help, so you gestured him to come closer. When he did, you wrapped your hand around his dick and started to stroke it in time with your movements. It was like music to your ears, hearing both of them moaning because of you. It only was a few minutes later till they both cummed. Abby didn't want to pull out though, but Baby wanted to enter you desperately.

So you decided to change your position, and had your back pressed against Abby's chest while your legs were spread open. Slightly spreading your hole, you said "Come here, I can fit one more." Baby immediately did just that, he lined up his tip with your hole and pushed in. You almost came just from the feeling of being so full.

Soon they both were clumsily moving their hips, trying to go as deep as they could. Finally at last you came all over your stomach, tightening around them causing them to cum deep inside you. Baby laid on top of you, with his dick still inside while he fell asleep. You decided to clean up the next morning, because right now you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriends <3

Enjoy!!

[coffeegnomee]

I'm reading through my s6 notes and like, Derapchu's ability to detective out what is going on correctly is like, scary.

And as a Zam main, that's so annoying bc when Zam goes sleuthing it's a slow build up and his natural naivety makes it delightful to uncover things, but Derap just instantly comes to a conclusion and it's right so many times. And he never doubts himself.

Derap is almost always wrong about the emotional motivations, the interpersonal reasonings for things, but when it comes to "who did this" or "what is this person planning" he's always right. Like a stupid amount of times. And even with the emotional motivators usually he ends up with the right conclusion but for the wrong reasons.

And that's so interesting to have a character like that. And it hurts him far more than it helps him. Like with the subz wardens, him detectiving out what subz was up to gave him such a big head that he was the one to solve everything that he failed to ever include or count anyone else's contribution to stopping the wardens.

Or realizing Zam gave Bacon hearts made him so much more paranoid of Zam, and the timing of that with the Truman show and Mapicc's creakings made it even worse. And then evidently he never properly allowed himself to process his thoughts on that reality, just let it sit pent up until he went to Minutetech.

And like, the most recent example of how much he was like "i told you guys spoke was up to something!! we should never have been fighting mapicc" (paraphrase) in the finale.

He has this massive need to be right, and it's backed up with a genuine ability to be right, but it shots himself in the foot bc he isn't the only member to be able to understand and read the flow of the server. And one of the marks of an old gen player is that they might know that someone is up to something but until that person logs on and actually does something, the sleuthing has no real outlet and that's okay. Instead of ego, it's just keeping it in the back of the mind.

So even if they know what might happen, they continue to play the server based on what is right in front of them, dealing with the conflicts that are actively brewing and allowing them to take their time even if it "makes more sense" to make up and be friends bc there's a bigger threat looming. None of that matters to old players.

It's just. I'm so intrigued as to how that skill of Derap's is going to continue. Bc his perceptiveness felt like a real detriment at times for the livelihood of the slow story. And I'm so curious to see if it'll be harnessed to make the story more interesting (now that he's lived a whole season) or if it will continue to cause conflict (which i also find interesting). Probably both tbh.

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enigma | part 08.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. | part 07. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ word count: ~2.5k ꕥ small author's note: hiiii guys! i know that i said my next published fic will be a sapphic Emily Prentiss one (and that is still coming, i promise), however, things happened and i'm back in my Bucky Barnes obsession era. so i posted a fanfic with him. feel free to check it out if you'd like to, i hope you'll enjoy it ^-^ ꕥ small author's note 2: i also created a small navigation post for my page/works to make it a bit easier for everyone :3 ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

wednesday

“So, bear with me please guys.” you murmured while you typed in what you were looking for. “There is a chance that my theory is off- “

“Well, with you there is always a chance of that.” chimed in who else, if not the residential asshole. Annoying little prick.

“I’d heavily advise you to reconsider who you’re messing with when you cannot even use your damn chopsticks properly, doctor.” with your narrowed eyes, you pointed at his pretty hands while he clumsily tried to work some miracle with his Chinese takeout. This seemed to be working, since Reid pressed his lips together and remained silent.

“As I said, there is a chance that my theory is off, still, I’d like to share it with you, in case it helps the investigation.” You said, anxiety slightly building up in you. One of the most hated parts of this job for you was presenting, whether in front of the team or a whole precinct. However, professionality quickly came over you, as if it was switched on. “Selkies are creatures of Nordic and Celtic mythology. The origin of the word comes from Scots, meaning seal, and they’re often associated with the Northern Isles of Scotland. It is said that they live freely in the seas as seals but occasionally come to land where they shed their animal skin to bask in the warmth and light, then, when they decide that it’s time to head back to the sea, they put their seal skin back on and disappear into the waves. In folklore, they’re often depicted as beautiful and charming women, and if a human man finds the skin of a selkie while they’re on the shores and steal it, they can force the selkie into marrying them, causing the selkie to be resentful and unhappy, because they’ll always long for the sea. If they’re lucky, they can steal back their skin and make a run for it.”

“I’m not saying that this is unrelated but how exactly did you connect the dots?” after a few silent seconds, your boss cleared his throat and leaned forward on his seat.

Warmness spread across your cheeks and ears as you realised you only told half of what you wanted originally. “Ah yes, sorry I left that out. So, at first, I only had an inkling. Even as a child, I loved mythology from all over the world, and I spent a lot of time learning about the different creatures and their stories. When we got introduced to the case, the selkie was the first thing that came into my mind, but I found it a bit silly, so I didn’t say anything. However, I couldn’t shake this weird feeling and asked Garcia to investigate the victim’s marital backgrounds, looking for anything that’d indicate problems.”

“And?” Emily curiously raised her eyebrows while silently calculating which sushi should be left as the last, most fulfilling bite.

“The second victim was in marriage counselling a few years ago but they stopped showing up according to the reports. The first victim was seeing a private therapist, which could mean anything, of course, but there might be a connection.”

After some thinking, Hotch decided to split the unit into three. JJ, and Morgan will investigate this as if they’re looking for an extreme animal rights or a climate change activist who’s trying to make a statement, Rossi, Emily and he will remain in the station and take the statements of the husbands and relatives of the victims, and finally, you and Reid will start investigating your selkie theory. Before anyone asks, Reid volunteered to be on your team. According to him, he wants to see you set yourself up for failure. To be honest, you didn’t quite understand this. If he wanted to prove you wrong and take the win for this case when the team eventually solves it, he should be on the opposite, investigating and proving the activist theory, not yours. This way, he had significantly less chance of taking the point for this in your imaginary ‘solved case race’.

Now, you were sitting next to him, finally relaxed enough to eat your reheated noodles. The others headed out a few minutes ago, it was just the two of you. He couldn’t eat as fast as the others since he wasn’t as skilled with the chopsticks and refused to back down, but it was obvious that he became more and more frustrated. As always, when he couldn’t exactly figure something out, it bothered him. You glanced at his long, slender fingers and mentally let out a sigh before opening your mouth.

“Khm… Would you like some help?”

“Help?” he looked up at you, his brows slightly furrowed, to which you just pointed at the wooden sticks between his unsteady fingers. “Ah, no. I’m okay.”

“Mmm, I can see. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you’re not good at something. You can always try getting better.” There was no use in denying how much you enjoyed this. With his free hand, Spencer moved a straying wavy lock out of his face, which was one of his stalling tactics, you noticed this early on.

To be honest, he was quite pissed at himself for still not being able to eat with those damned utensils. He made a fool of himself in his rookie days when Gideon was still in the team, and they celebrated a closed case in that dimly lit Chinese restaurant. It was childish but he got so mad at the inanimate objects that he avoided using them ever since. Today was an unfortunate day

“Fine, help me.” he murmured. It was barely audible, but you definitely heard it, and while he was looking anywhere but at you, a winner grin spread across your face.

“Okay, follow my instructions, doc.” you clapped your hands together excitedly and scooted a bit closer to him. Cute, thought Spencer. “So, there are many ways to use chopsticks but the easiest, in my honest opinion is…”

While you explained to him the way you first figured out how to eat with the utensils, he could’ve sworn your eyes were sparkling. This was such a mundane thing, but you were definitely in your element, which looked good on you. Before he noticed it, your enthusiasm made him smile and he got swept up in the moment. His eyes gently explored your face, starting from your eyebrows to your eyes, your nose, your lips, where he stopped for a few seconds and instinctively licked his own, then lifted his gaze back to your eyes. This came so naturally, so involuntarily, as if he never had any problem with maintaining eye contact.

“Now you try it.”

Oof, he might have fucked things up a bit by getting distracted, he realized. This was one of those rare moments when he knew, he didn’t really have the upper hand and had no idea how to smoothly recover. This wasn’t the first time when he went dumb in your company, and he knew he’ll have to do something about it, possibly in the near future.

“Uhm…” his confused look almost made you chuckle.

“Can I?” you pointed at his hands. It was one thing that recently he became bolder with physical contact, still, you wanted to make sure he was comfortable with touching. After he nodded, you reached forward, ignoring your heart that was beating like a war drum in your chest. This was a perfectly normal thing to do with your co-worker. If there was literally any other member in that goddamned chair instead of Reid, you would’ve been fine. You had to do something about your inability to function on 110% when you were in his company, and you had to do it quickly.

Your gentle touch and overall proximity caused his breath to hitch for a short moment, but you were too deep in your head to notice it, to his luck. You carefully moved his fingers, placed the chopsticks in their places and explained once again how to move them.

He caught himself getting distracted by your smell, your voice, your looks, by you again. He had to stop this, stop himself or this will turn awkward really quick. So, he practically forced himself to listen and learn, as he should’ve done a few minutes ago.

A few hours later you and Spencer were walking towards the black SUV in the garage of the modern, quite possibly overprized medical centre. You decided to start your investigation at the private therapist of Ruby, the first victim, with little to no success.

“The next person that says HIPAA today will get their asses beaten, I’m being so fucking serious right now.” to this, the man on left let out a soft chuckle. Before you could’ve said anything else, the genius’s phone rang.

“Hey Garcia,” he greeted the person at the other end of the line. “Got it, we’ll head there right now.”

“What is it?” you asked as you got into the characteristically FBI vehicle.

“Sarah Moore’s husband didn’t show up at the precinct and there is no way of contacting him.”

After circa fifteen minutes, you pulled up to the Moore family’s driveway. Both of you got your badges ready but didn’t pull your guns out just yet. You didn’t want to scare or agitate the man.

“Jeremy Moore, FBI!” Reid’s loud, confident, demanding tone sent shivers down your spine. He looked so hot like this. “FBI, open up!”

The absence of any reaction meant you had to do this the hard way. Where is Derek when you need him? Since the entrance door had little decorative windows on the side, Spencer took down his suit, wrapped around his right fist and smashed the glass. What was in that damn Chinese takeout that suddenly made him so… woah. Better yet, what was in your Chinese takeout that suddenly made you notice every little thing he did.

Now, with your firearms in your hands, you entered the silent house. After securing the whole place, which was entirely empty, it was time for investigating. The power was cut, covering the rooms in darkness so you had to use your flashlights, which always annoyed you a bit, you felt restricted in a way.

While you went through the Moore’s stuffs in the living room, Spencer decided to uncover any possible secrets the kitchen might have held. What you first noticed was there weren’t any family photos. The room felt artificial. By what you were able to tell in the dim light, it looked like those fake photos on the covers of home decoration magazines. Fireplace in the middle of the left wall, piano in the upper right corner, huge beige couches and armchairs, a fluffy rug, a huge television and some decorative bookshelves. But nowhere anything personal.

“Y/N,” Spencer called your name, to which you peaked out from the living room. With his fingers, he gestured, calling you closer. When you walked up to his side, he pointed at the kitchen sink. “Look.”

There, in the silver, modern sink was a built-in garbage disposal unit, which was surrounded by dried blood and pieces of torn skin and flesh.

“What the…” you murmured and raised your flashlight, looking for any other signs of violence. Other than what you’ve found, everything else looked perfectly intact. “I’ll call Hotch, don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I…?”

Half an hour later the property was filled with members of the FBI, CSI and the local police force. So much so that even the infamous Chief Miller decided to grace you with his time. Awesome. You could tell by Hotch’s and Emily’s face how annoyed they were already. You were guessing that the freshly appointed man didn’t make their jobs easier back at the precinct.

“Chief Miller, these are my agents, SSA Y/N L/N and Doctor Spencer Reid.” You got introduced by your boss while Emily and Rossi decided to join the CSI guys. The man in front of you was tall, obviously well-built, with a very authoritative presence. His wavy black hair had some straying grey in it, and you had to admit it, it complimented his tanned skin and deep brown, almost black irises.

“Nice to meet you.” you nodded but refrained from shaking hands, just like the man on your right.

“How are we discovering this just now?” asked Miller without greeting, which was already a bad start for you.

“Because we just got here? Moore didn’t show up to give his statement, so we came here to check in as soon as we got informed about it.” you answered, not taking his accusative tone well.

“This should’ve been the first thing you do after discovering the body.”

“With all due respect, sir, we weren’t even on the case when the victim was discovered. If anything, it should’ve been your men’s responsibility to contact the husband as quick as possible.” Seems like Spencer didn’t appreciate his tone either. Fake, polite smiles sat on your lip while you were trying to behave. Maybe you were more defensive because you knew beforehand that Miller will be a pain in your ass and in your mind, you already saw him as a threat or an obstacle. But it was surprising how fast Reid snapped back.

Around here, you decided that it’d be for the best if you excused yourself and joined up with the others. At times like this, you were glad that you weren’t in a leading position. Your sense of justice and slight problem with authority would make you unemployed faster than an affair scandal.

Prentiss and Dave were squatting in front of the cabinet with the sink and were working on disassembling the outlet to check if there are any human remains left in it.

“I can tell he doesn’t really believe in what we do.” said Emily.

“Oh wow, if I had a fucking penny for each time we were invited in on a case where the local police force thought this, I could retire.” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

When Rossi took the components apart, thickened blood and clumps of remains filled the empty bucked placed under the pipe. You didn’t notice, but from the other side of the room, Reid silently kept his eyes you. When your only reaction was a quiet hum and slightly raised eyebrows, he got reminded of the fact that he still was nowhere near close figuring you out.

A few minutes later another crime scene was discovered, this time in the storm shelter that was hidden away at the far end of the property, that’s why you and Spencer haven’t discovered it when you secured the place. The small, underground room looked like as if it was painted red by the amount of blood that got spilled there. You were more than sure that you found where Sarah Moore spent the excruciating end of her life.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i hope it isn't a problem that this fic is getting longer, i'm just taking slow burn seriously (only thing i can do lmao) taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things @pleasantwitchgarden divider from @cafekitsune gif from @reidgif

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—best friend! reader X mason thames

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the first person who realizes mason has a crush on you is his mom because one day, when she picks him up early from school, he comes out in literal tears. “n/n and i were about to color our math sheet!” he whines, curly locks full of small yellow flowers. “mason, honey, why do you have flower in your hair?” she asks, going to pick one out. “no! dont! y/n put them in my hair during recess, we were matching!” he pulls away, petting the flower back in place.

while it wasn’t new for mason to be mentioning you— having been friends with him since kindergarten, it was a little strange that the little devil spawn 9 year old mason was let you touch his hair, giving he made such a big deal when she herself tried to comb through it.

sure you guys were “best friends”, you did everything together. every school trip you were glued to each others side, whenever mason was upset, he’d run over to yours across the street, whenever he found something amusing, his first thought was to show you. but the little gleam in little 9 year old mason said otherwise, he just didn’t know how to feel that emotion quite yet.

her husband called her crazy for suggesting mason liked you, said you guys were just kids. and maybe he was right, maybe she was reading too much into it…..

the second person to realize mason has a crush on you is his older sister, brooke.

it was the day before valentines day and mason has been in the kitchen since approximately 6pm, it was now 8:30pm.

“what are you up to mace?” she question, watching as her 12 year old brother dips a pretzel in white chocolate, swirling it around and wiping the excess off.

in reality, brooke knew what he was doing, she wasn’t stupid or blind. she noticed how his eyes and voice softened when talking about you— how he got a certain look in his eyes. she noticed how his gaze would linger on you for a second more than everyone else. she saw how he always wanted to be near you, whether you were talking to him or not. she noticed everything.

“masonnnn, gimme one” “ack!” he twats her hand away immediately, playfully glaring at her. “no touchy, they’re for n/n.” brooke laughs as the tips of his ears turn red, “you like her, don’t you?” the poor boy practically chokes on his saliva. “WHAT?! wh-why would you even think that?? im just…being a good best friend”

brooke raises an eyebrow, “what happened to valentines is fucking stupid. we don’t need a whole day to grow a pair to ask someone out” the boy just rolls his eyes, “if you’re just gonna annoy me, go away”

the girl snickers, “you’re so whipped—” “SHUT UP” the girl laughs one more time before leaving the boy to his shenanigans.

the third and fourth people to realize mason has a crush on you are your parents.

it was a random saturday night, your parents were sitting next to eachother on the couch, half watching a movie, half chit-chatting away. and of course, mason was over again. you were on the couch, stretched out in sweats with a blanket over you, mason was sitting criss cross on the floor in front of you. you had your fingers in his hair, half braiding it, half twirling differnt curls on your finger, all while he pretended not to enjoy it as much as he did.

“can you get that piece,” he mumbles, tilting his head forwards, motioning to a stubborn strand near his temple. you happily comply, adding the curly strand to your braid, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

your mom glances up, “crazy how he makes a big fuss over anyone touching his hair, except when it’s our y/n” your dad laughs, “maybe cause they’re close, i wouldn’t want someone i dont really know to be touching my hair, especially if i had curls like that.” they both look over to you again. you were now leaning over, showing him a funny tiktok. his cheeks were slightly flushed as he laughed, glancing up at you with heart eyes.

your mom leans into your dad, a knowing look on both their faces. “he’s down bad for her, isn’t he” “worse part, she doesn’t even realize it”

the last and final person to realize mason has a crush on you is his dad.

it was your freshman year of high school, knowing it was his last year of public school, mason asked you out to homecoming, as friends of course.

his dad had taken him to get his suit and tie a couple weeks before the event, and the way mason talked about you, how excited he was, how he wanted everything to be perfect, made him realize his wife was indeed not crazy.

the night of the dance, you wore a pretty green dress paired with silver heels, brooke had helped you with your hair and makeup. and mason didn’t even recognize the feeling that hit him when he saw you, but his dad did. his dad saw how utterly whipped his son was for you. and when he saw one of the pictures brooke took, the way mason’s eyes were locked on you with a soft, unexplainable look as you laughed at something your mom said, he knew.

he knew that his dear son had fallen hard for you, and no amount of help would pick him up.

now it’s almost 2 years later, you’re both 17 and his newest movie comes out in a 2 weeks. mason was set to come home for a couple days before he had to go do interviews and attend premieres, and of course, no one told you.

you had just gotten home from work, “hey honey! how was work?” your mom questions as you set your keys on the counter. “really hectic. this older guy got the wrong drink or something and he just started going off. screaming all sorts of things no man should say to a child, at my face, and like, i wasn’t even his server. it honestly made me want to quit” you explain, rubbing your temples.

you let out a long sigh, “imma go shower and then head to canes,” you dont even wait for your moms reply, heading straight to your room. luckily this was your last day working at canes so you didn't really care if you were a little late. you kick your shoes off and go to your closet, riffling through everything like it was a sport.

you grab that God awful black polo and blue baggy jeans, everything smells vaguely like detergent and chaos. you pad to your bathroom, washing off the stressful feeing of your first job.

meanwhile in the kitchen, your mom sends a text message:

| she's home and in the shower, how far are yall?

| outside your door lolzzzz

by the time you emerge from the shower, you have about 40 minutes until you have to leave. you lazily walk over to your vanity and begin to moisturize, deciding to call mason, still feeling the need to rant about the costumer from earlier.

it goes straight to voicemail.

“rude,” you scoff, reaching for your blow dryer. your door then creaks open, you pause, staring at it through the mirror. “...hello?” “if this was a horror movie, you’d so be dead” a voice teases. the one voice that could yank a smile out of you even if you were stabbed.

you spin around immediately, screaming at the top of your lungs, probably scaring half the neighborhood.

you scramble off your chair, dropping your phone, almost face planting on your carpet floor, legs practically giving out from the whiplash as you swing the door fully open, jumping straight into his arms. he’s in a black tee, grey sweatpants, and rocking very dirty converse. he has the biggest smile plastered on his face as his strong arms wrap around your waist. “surprise?”

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. “why didnt you tell me?! you’re such an asshole,” “and yet, you’re still hugging me.” you scoff at his words, yet don’t let go.

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later that night, after skipping your last shift at canes and eating dinner with both families, learning about the set and his cast mates, you telling him about school and how excited you were for senior year, and overall just catching up, you head towards your room.

the lights are off, your on your bed, curled into masons side, the original Spiderman with Tobey Maguire playing on your tv. your mouthing the lines to yourself, having seen this movie hundreds of times— with and without mason, he’s not even watching the movie, eyes fixated you.

“i missed you, y’know”, he mumbles, playing with the necklace that sat on your collarbone, “hm?” you look up at him, quirking a brow up. “bro, are you even watching the movie?” “of course i am, why wouldn’t i be watching the movie we’ve watched 47 other times,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “pay attention,” you almost pout, smacking his arm.

“look! look! this scene?! peak cinema!”, your hands chaotically move around, waving as you passionately explain why. and mason? there’s not a single thought behind those delicate eyes of his. the way your face lights up, and the way you scrunch your nose, dont even get him started on the way you lean a little closer into him when you get excited? he’s not sure his heart’s beating normally anymore.

he doesn’t even realize he’s leaning in until your voice catches slightly and you’re looking at him with your brows raised in question.

his brain short circuits, “can i…” you blink, “what?” you almost laugh, confused out of your mind. he stares at you, blush slowly creeping up his neck. he quickly looks away, coward. but then you tilt your head, leaning the tiniest bit— barely noticeable really, but of course he notices. “what?” you ask again, this time softer, a little quieter.

“can i— can i kiss you?”

the silence afterwards is so incredibly loud he wants to physically melt into a puddle and soak into the couch. and then you laugh, cute (his words) giggles leaving your mouth, your body physically moving from how much you were laughing.

“m-mace—” you huff out, causing him to get even redder, his facial expression dropping. “if you wanted to do a tiktok trend, you could have just asked.” in a heartbeat, you grab his phone, going to the infamous clock app and choosing a random audio. you prop his phone up and begin recording. the beat drops and you lean over, giving his mouth a small peck.

you retract before he can even react, stopping the video and going back to your movie. “there ya go, just edit it or something, oh and definitely tag me”

he pouts as your attention shifts to the screen in front of you once more. you left him completely dumbfounded. he stays silent for a few more minutes, contemplating what he should do.

he groans, causing you to look at him again, fake judgement on your face. “mason, what the he—”

his lips crash onto yours.

they’re soft, slightly chapped, and a little unsure. he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment for years. which, i guess he has. you hesitate for a second, causing him to pull away. “i-im sorry. i–” “shut up,” you whisper, pulling him back in.

a/n: should i make a pt 2??? or turn this into an AU?? also this is NOT proofread

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♪ ༘⋆ ❝ you're on your own kid, you always have been ❞

𐙚 ⠀jason grace x reader ↳ in which jason has some not so warm and fuzzy feelings on his bday┃angst, not much comfort.

a year older kept repeating in jason's head as he went about with his morning's activities. brushing his teeth, he looked in the mirror, searching for any tell-tale signs of his being older. maybe more smile lines around his mouth, and his hair was longer—but there it stopped.

he belted his jeans and twisted around in front of his mirror. his limbs felt weighted down with all the challenges of the past year or so, and the golden skin was marred with a lattice work of scars. other than that, he was still the boy he was at sixteen. only a year older. in theory.

he dawdled about his cabin for as long as he could for he didn't know if he could go outside and face the day. the sun shone brightly, casting dappled streaks on the light floorboards. the clouds stretched their white-tipped fingers across the pale blue sky, and the scents of summer were in the air. a beautiful day which he could have enjoyed, had it not been his birthday.

the more he thought about it, the more he dreaded going outside, for reasons he couldn't really put into words because they couldn't stay still long enough in his head for him to pinpoint the cause of his birthday blues.

he expected a party, a crap ton of gifts he appreciated but did not really need. a lot of tight hugs and kisses and enthusiastic renditions of the traditional birthday song.

if he stood still enough there, arms curled around his hips, he could pretend it was not his birthday. oh yeah, just a normal day. the thought calmed him down, just a bit.

oh but of course, he could not be allowed to keep his peace, for there was a sharp rap upon the door. sighing, he strode across the room and pulled the bank-like doors open. outside, hands on hips in a show of annoyance (though the smile curling about her lips was anything but annoyed), thalia stood.

jason smiled wearily. "hey, thals. come in?"

"not right now, little brother. just popping by to give you your gift."

jason said nothing as she passed him a shoebox, with the words 'happy b-day sparky love u' written across the top in sharpie. "wow, thanks a bunch," he said, toying with the flap. did that sound genuine enough? he hoped it did.

thalia arched a dark eyebrow. "you can open it anytime now."

"oh, right." it felt awkward to do this right here, in the doorway, but he did so, cautiously pushing up the top. inside, nestled in blue and white tissue paper was a thick stack of what seemed to be photographs.

jason should've stopped right there, hugged thalia, and made up some excuse to not look through what would inevitably be baby photos. that was like rubbing salt in the wound—like, hey man, guess what? you're not a kid anymore lmao not that you ever were and also here's a bunch of pictures of the childhood you could've had, haha!

but his sister was waiting, tapping a foot in the universal sign for hurry up.

sigh.

there were about a dozen of the photos, all faded around the edges and crinkly like onion-skin. he delicately thumbed through the collection, each one more heartbreaking than the last.

they all showed the same boy, with tufts of golden blond hair atop his head, and a perpetually displeased scowl that seemed to be a recurring theme in all of theme. in one, jason wore a beanie with a comically yellow duck on it, and in another a stack of alphabet blocks were placed in front of him, though he seemed more interested in chewing on his chubby fingers.

all of them were slightly blurry, like the photographer had shaky hands and took them in a wind tunnel.

"you were such a cute baby—loud, but cute," thalia gushed, her sharp blue eyes going soft. "mom never took photos. i took all of these." jason mustered a nod. he wanted to tear his eyes away, but they were caught there. he—the baby—looked about three apples tall. was he really all that small?

the back of his eyeballs stung.

now that thalia saw him, he couldn't pretend that he had just vanished in his cabin in the dead of night, and worm his way out of a party. against his better will and consent, he was now standing in front of a large rectangular cake.

he did not sign up for this. nope. he did not ask to be here. no. he wanted nothing to do with this.

hands pressed against his shoulders and upper arms, the drone of happy birthday repeating over and over again like a broken record. somewhere in the chaos was you, arguing with piper over the confetti cannons.

the fleeting glow of the seventeen candles you so lovingly picked out swam in his vision. his cake looked sad. everyone's face was distorted. he felt detached, a stranger in his own skin.

a quick puff and the candles went out, along with it an uprise in yells. he got his cheeks kissed by you, and a loud bang followed by a raucous laugh told him that piper had figured out how to pop the cannon.

the party was as fine as parties went. his friends stuffed his face with chocolate cake (he realized he never told them what cake flavour he liked best so they just went with the most popular one, but it turns out he didn't really like chocolate), and forced him to wear a polka-dotted cone hat for the entirety of the day. gifts were nothing special.

it was a small reprise to have gotten some time on his own. dusk had fallen and painted the sky with splashes of mustard yellow and deep blue. the first of the stars began their journey to welcome night, wishing the sun goodbye as it slunk below the horizon.

jason watched his reflection in the lake, toes barely brushing the crystal surface. the bulge in his pocket was were the baby photos from earlier were. he wanted to sneak a look again, but would that help his current mental state? he thought not.

he hadn't realized he had slipped into a daydream (it wasn't day though, so night-dream? but then that was just a normal dream?) until he felt the weight of a body near him and he jumped about a meter into the air.

"woah, sparky, chill," you said, raising your hands up.

he blushed furiously and inched closer to your soft body. "what do you want?"

"can't even pay my favoritest person in the world a visit anymore, gosh," you complained.

jason pressed his lips together. "sorry. i'm just not, i—i actually don't know." at this, you tilted your head to the side and took his hand in yours. "talk to me," you whispered.

and so he did. all the thoughts and feelings he'd been safeguarding since, not this morning, but rather from a long time ago, came rushing out. he found it easy to talk to you, like second nature or something imprinted into his very DNA. more than talking, it was a delicate bridge between two hearts.

his birthday was like waiting for a bomb to explode, one that had a long time still to do so, but that didn't stop the fact that it would detonate at some point, and then what? destruction, utterly.

jason didn't even know why the birthday blues had crept up and settled underneath his skin. he's just here, looking back on all the birthdays he missed and the ones forgotten to battle. and then it sinks in, that he was really getting older.

the realization and fear hits him all at once, in its soul-crushing entirety: the people who used to be beside him on past birthdays aren't really here anymore and he just has to keep growing up because there isn't anything he can do about it.

his eyes pricked and this time he let the tears fall until the tears brought relief and the relief brought comfort. your thumbs, soft like linen, brushed aside the wetness and stayed there, under his eyes.

his sobs quieted down to hiccupping gasps and he crumbled in your arms. you still smelled like chocolate cake. you were speaking; none of the words broke past the cotton in his ears.

his birthday wasn't even a celebration anymore, but a funeral. the death of his youth.

talk talk ✶ jason 😟 anyways,, happy birthday to the sweetest most purest soul ever. he deserved better. not really an x reader precisely, i 'spose—just one big fat vent decorated with sparkles and pink hearts.

© cherryribbcns 2025

[ninjago-toad-modern-au]

You wanted him, he's here !!!

⚡Jay Walker⚡

More info about him :

Crashout every 2 minutes

When he does, his Scottish accent resurfaces strong

But usually it's not very strong (but never inexistent)

He's actually using that scythe with chains (?) (whatever it's called) but can honestly master any weapon with chains/ropes/etc

When fighting, he uses less his power than the others (except maybe Kai) since it's hard to control and can be very dangerous for the persons it touches (that's also why he uses gloves)

His style of Spinjitsu is inspired from taekwondo (if you look closely, you can see traces of Cyclondo in his movements)

He has a big scar on the left side of his body : it has been caused by his powers in Seabound, when he fixed the Hydro Bounty. As a consequence, he has Lichtenberg figures and he's paralyzed on the high left part of his face (eye, eyebrow). It comes with a very bad eyesight in his left eye and a loss of audition.

He's the only one of the ninjas to constantly have a bag, because at first it was for his glider. He built it bc he thought that could be a good idea with his power of lightning and bc he thinks it's cool. And when Cole is not here, he's the one to keep all the supplies, which annoys him a lot

In terms of civilian life, he works for Lobbo's Totally Rad Arcade. It's one of the only jobs he did he feels ok. Not too much pressure, he's around things he likes and he can occasionally show his skills to everybody.

He's surprisungly good at administrative work (I'm not sorry)

When people ask him about the scars, he always tells a different story. Every occasion is an occasion to seem cool

Yet he usually covers the biggest part of his scars bc he's afraid it can scare people

He visits his parents every weekend. They don't come into Ninjago City often bc they hate city life

Also regularly visits Unagami and Milton Dyers

He lives with Nya the floor above her garage and always wears his yang necklace, even when he sleeps

Down bad for Nya, always tries to rizz her even if they've already been together for years

He still has pointy teeth from when he was transformed in a serpentine in s1

He was Cole's best man at his wedding

He's part of the tech team with Nya and Pixal. He's mainly in charge of the desings

Doesn't know his bio parents are Libber and Cliff Gordon, but knows he's adopted. He never searched for anything about them (he didn't have enough time between two apocalypses) and is separated between the want to know what happened and the fear of what he could discover

Him and Lloyd bond around comics, when they're together, they're the ultimate geeks

Surprisingly, he's now the ninja who gives the best love advice of them all. Him and Nya went through so much so he knows what he's talking about

Crashout every time Kai doesn't listen to his advices

Noisy af

Certainly ADHD

Can't focus on something he finds uninteresting

Has a special interest for trains and knows Ninjago City's subway map inside out

Was bullied in school for his origins, his interests and his physical appearance, that's why he wore concealer and straightened his hair in the first seasons (and partially explains his comportment)

After the Merge, he got lost for a moment in the Land of Madness, but found his way back pretty quickly

Has a motorbike, it's like his baby

I had a lot of thoughts, apparently. (Maybe don't expect so much for others ?) If you have any questions, my ask box is open !

Hope you like it (and the art)

- Toad 🐸

[johnnycadesmuse]

Hiiiii! I love your stories! I have a request! Is there anyway you can do one where (y/n) wants to give her virginity to Johnny? Like in the story, Johnny already gave his virginity to someone. So, like she is really scared and doesn't know how to tell Johnny she is a virgin. Or maybe Johnny could teach her? She and Johnny are together though. Like one of them could bring up the subject. Like something like that.

Again, if you don't feel comfortable that's totally fine! Tysm 💕

•* ⁀➷ back to me

— johnny cade x virgin!reader

song 𝄞 back to me by the marias

warnings: language, pnv, f!receiving, nsfw

"he's what?" you asked your friend who was sitting across from you, sipping on her milkshake as if what she had just told you was nothing. but it was everything to you.

"he's not a virgin" she repeated. you stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about how this changes your relationship entirely. you had thought assumed that your boyfriend, Johnny, was a virgin. and now you had just been told that he wasn't. and to others, it may not seem like a big deal. but to you it was, because sex was one of the most intimate things you could ever do. and having known that Johnny shared the first intimate moment with someone who wasn't you, and without your knowledge, hurt you. "you didn't know? you didn't hear?"

"hear what?" you asked concerned, as if she were about to tell you that he was secretly a prostitute or something. but she caught onto that look of fear and she shook her head.

"it ain't bad, calm your tits" she laughed, "a while ago, he was secretly in love with this Soc girl. they went on a date or two, and one night at a party they both got wasted. one thing led to another and they hooked up. before she left, she told him not to tell anyone. well, it didn't matter in the end cause she told a friend of hers, who then told everyone else. so much for keeping it a secret"

"yeah" you mumbled to yourself sadly before taking the tiniest sip of your drink. "I gotta go" you whispered, slapping money down on the table before leaving the Diner and making your way home.

you were upset, but you had no right to be? I mean, it's not like you two ever discussed it. I mean, you had talked about sex, just not virginity. and with Johnny being Johnny... I mean, he could barely look at you in the face when you went on your first date with him? so why would he not be a virgin?

you felt bad for assuming, but at the same time, how could you not?

as the thoughts began to eat away at you, all of your doubts and fears about your relationship coming to the surface, you began to sob quietly in your bed. you couldn't help it, you were scared. scared that if he found out that you were a virgin, he'd leave you. why would he wanna be with someone less experienced?

you were also partially angry as, since you were his girlfriend, you felt that you had the right to know that he wasn't a virgin. if you had assumed that he was one, he must assume that you are a virgin as well, right? I mean you aren't exactly giving off the energy of someone with sexual experience. and nor does he.

people always say that you change when you lose your virginity, that you transformed. but after being friends with Johnny for basically your whole life, you hadn't noticed a thing.

as you mind went deeper and deeper into thought, you didn't hear the knocking on your bedroom door or the creak of its hinges as it opened.

Johnny stood there, watching you cry on your bed alone. his heart broke at the sight, immediately rushing to your aid. "baby what's wrong?" he asked, to which you jumped suddenly out of shock from his sudden appearance.

"jesus! you scared me Jay" you told him in a somewhat annoyed tone.

"sorry.." he said before it quickly faded to silence between you two. you sat in the criss cross positions, playing with your nails nervously. "you wanna tell me what happened?" he asked sincerely, grabbing your hand softly.

you shook your head no before laughing to yourself. "it's so fucking stupid. you'll think i'm.. being ignorant"

"I could never think that-"

"I don't know Johnny" you laughed again with venom in your voice, but not for him, for yourself. I mean, why did you think you could be with him? of course he isn't a virgin! why would he be! he's perfect in every way, who wouldn't want to sleep with him? whilst you on the other hand.. well, they're are a lot of reasons why no one would want to sleep with you. and it was eating away at you inside.

you were preparing for the worst. as soon as you expressed yourself, he would laugh and leave you, leaving you alone and embarrassed. so, you kept your mouth shut, or.. you tried to.

"baby.. I promise I won't judge you" he spoke softly, pulling you closer to him. you hesitated for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.

"why didn't you tell me that you weren't a virgin?" you asked solemnly, not looking at him. it was silent for a while, and you were too afraid to look up at him out of fear that the expression on his face wouldn't be a good one.

"I-I.." he stuttered, letting go of your hands, making your heart drop. he stood up, running his fingers through his greased hair. "who told you?"

"my friend.." you muttered, now picking at your nails again. you could feel your eyes burn from tears threatening to fall, but you blinked them back the best you could. "I mean, apparently it ain't exactly a secret. others know, I mean you slept with a Soc for gods sake. the whole town knows! everyone except me! your girlfriend! your best friend of 9 years!" you laughed, tears now falling down your face as your sockets failed to keep them in. "I don't understand? why didn't you tell me. I mean, it may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me-"

"It is!.. a big.. deal" he stated, the both of you now looking at one another intensely. there was a silence again, only this time, it was more uncomfortable. you wanted so badly to get up and leave, you couldn't take the tension between you two. if he didn't say something soon, you were going to- "I was.. ashamed." he spat, "I fell for some stupid Soc that.. clearly didn't give a shit about me. I was so gullible to believe that she wanted somethin' more with me." he sighed deeply, walking back over to you and taking your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you baby. I wanted to I just- didn't know if you'd look at me the same way."

".. I thought you'd leave me.." you whispered, looking away in shame and embarrassment.

"w-what? why.. why would I leave you?" he asked, wiping your tears with his other thumb before cupping your cheek.

"cause.. i'm a virgin. and.. I dunno. some guys don't like girls who aren't as experienced. I mean.. you're my first everything. so the fact that you aren't a virgin and I am.."

"baby, I don't care about that. you're my girl and I love you. ain't nothin' ever gonna change that" he told you sweetly, turning your face toward him with his finger on your chin. you smiled, placing your hand over his.

"promise?" you asked before Johnny passionately kissed you, pulling away with a smile.

"I promise" he asked, kissing you all over your face. the act of affection made you giggle, Johnny then climbing on top of you and practically attacking you with his lips. suddenly, he begins to kiss your neck tenderly, making you whimper. your cheeks quickly turned red as you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

"sorry! I didn't mean to-" but before you could finish, Johnny kissed you harshly, catching you off guard. you gasped into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. though you were caught by surprise, you quickly leaned into the kiss, your tongues intertwining with one another.

things quickly turned heated when Johnny's lips moved back down to your neck, your fingers threaded through his hair. "wait-" you stopped him, placing your hands on his chest. "I don't- know how to do.. this."

"I know, that's okay. I can teach you if you want?" he asked with a smirk, his hands rubbing circles on your hips. you nodded excitedly before the both of you continued.

Johnny slowly made his way down your body, laying soft kissed all over, lifting your shirt so he could lay passionate kisses on your cleavage and stomach.

you laid down for him, submitting to his acts of affection as if you were helpless, because you were. you were helplessly in love with him, and he made you feel valuable. and that's all you had ever wanted to feel with someone.

"I wanna see those tits baby" he asked, looking up at you while laying open mouth kisses on your waist. you smiled, lifting off your shirt before unclasping your bra, letting it fall off of your shoulders. without skipping a beat, Johnny immediately latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, massage the other one with his finger. you whimpered his name over and over, running your fingers through his hair.

he then continued his journey downward until he was centimetres away from your pussy, your skirt giving him easy access. he folded your skirt up until your panties were visible.

he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded, before moving the bottom of your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening folds. the cold air hitting your sensitive heat made you slightly squirm, but it quickly turned warm as Johnny ran his fingers up and down your pussy. you moaned out, opening your legs slightly as you were eager for more.

"can I taste you? please.." he asked, practically begging for it. you nodded with a smile, Johnny immediately diving in and ravaging your clit, sucking and slurping every fold. he continued to eat you out like a man starved, your moans loud and desperate. he hummed against your clit, making you almost squeal at the sensation.

"do that again!" you begged before biting your lip. he continued humming and groaning into your pussy, bringing you closer to the edge. "i'm gonna cum!" you warned, your legs shaking slightly.

"cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste you" he whispered before giving back in, practically sucking the life out of you with his mouth. after a few more licks, you came hard, your fingers tightly coiled around his hair.

Johnny unzipped the side of your skirt, pulling it off along with your soaked panties, leaving you fully naked. he stood up, taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest battered in scars from many battles between Soc's and his parents. and despite the fact that he often tried to hide them, his sudden surge in confidence made him want to show them off.

you immediately began to leave hickies all over his chest, paying special attention to his scars as you knew that they were an insecurity of his.

you carefully unzipped his jeans, helping him take them off before he kicked them to the side. you looked up at him for permission to take his boxers off, to which he nodded. his dick sprung out, slapping against his chest. your mouth watered at the sight, his tip leaking with pre-cum. you looked up at him nervously, his dark eyes looking into yours. "i've never done this before.." you whispered.

he smirked at you, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. "that's okay baby, i'll guide you yeah?" he reassured you. "open your mouth for me"'he whispered, shoving his thumb into your mouth, helping you open wide for him.

he positioned his tip onto your tongue, allowing you to wrap your mouth around him. he let out a soft whimper at the sensation, biting his lip.

you began to bob your head up and down on his length, your hands holding onto Johnny's waist to steady him as he stood in front of you. Johnny's hands found their way into your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail.

he used the ponytail to help guide you, slightly pushing you forward and pulling you back. every so often, you'd gag from him hitting the back of your throat. your eyes would water but you quickly blinked the tears away, continuing to please your boyfriend.

his moans and groans only fuelled you more, progressively making you suck him off more aggressively until his cock was covered in your saliva and his eyes were watering from overwhelming pleasure. "fuck, just like that" he moaned, you no longer being guided by him, but instead finding a rhythm that brought him closer to the edge with every suck and lick.

his moans grew louder and louder, your mouth moving faster and faster until his roughly tugged on your hair, muttering "i'm gonna cum" before shooting his cum into your mouth. you swallowed every last drop, Johnny's thumb wiping your mouth as he smirked. "your so beautiful" he whispered before passionately kissing you, guiding you back into the mattress.

you opened your legs, giving Johnny access to where he needed you most. he softly rubbed his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick. he looked at you one more time for permission, to which you nodded.

as he held your hand and stared deeply into your eyes, he slowly eased himself into you. the feeling of his large dick stretching you out was uncomfortable, your walls stinging slightly. you grimaced in pain, biting your lip and looking away. Johnny quickly brought you back to him, turning your face toward him with his hand, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your body got used to him.

he then began to move slowly, the feeling of pain now replaced with pleasure. you moaned and whimpered into his ear, making him go faster.

you had never felt so close to someone, so loved. the moment was intimate and sweet, Johnny making sure that you were okay every step of the way. and despite him having done this before with another person, sex with you was better, way better. because you knew him, you understood him.

the Soc girl he originally lost his virginity to held no connection. when they had sex, it was awkward and uncomfortable. it almost felt as if he was having sex with a stranger, which in a way, he practically was. when he looks back on his relationship with her, he realises that he barely knew her at all.

you began to feel yourself getting closer, your walls clenching around Johnny's cock. the feeling of you tightening around him made Johnny tense up, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

"i'm so close" he whispered into your ear, raising your leg over his hip a bit higher to fuck you deeper.

"me too baby.. please make me cum" you begged, desperately needing the feeling of release, your core aching for it. "please please please" you whimpered quietly into his ear.

"don't worry baby, i'll make you cum. cum with me yeah?" he praised, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck as he hit that spot inside of you that made your toes curl and your mind go fuzzy.

you arched your back as you came around Johnny's cock, moaning his name loudly. "fuck baby" Johnny moaned out, shooting thick ropes into the condom.

the room went silent, the both of you panting as you listened to the crickets chirp outside and owls hoot from the trees.

after a few moments, Johnny kissed you on the cheek before rolling off of you, taking a tissue from your nightstand and cleaning you up. "you did so good baby" he whispered as he gently wiped the mess that he made between your legs. "so good"

he fell next to you, pulling you into him and holding you tightly. "seems like you ain't need to be taught anythin'.. you were great" he softly chuckled, making you smile.

"maybe I should've taught you"

@avroravia @johnnycadesslut @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

[hangetagram]

HELLOURR

sorry I’m kinda stalking ur page rn oops

Idk if ur open right now but if you are can I req a Umemiya x Sakura’s older sister reader where she works at a clinic nearby and ume is just there at her clinic always all up her space like it’s his second home and reader calling Sakura to come get his boss (in love) cause he’s spending too much time there and maybe cause she’s also playing hard to get idk🤭

note: OH EM GEE!! my first request!!! i love this idea so much 😭🩷 i tried my best please cut me sum slack LOL if it’s ass LMK IN DMS LMFAO 😭💔 (Notes and re blogs are GREATLY appreciated!!)

summary: umemiya being so in love with you he has to be at your workplace 247! umemiya x f!reader

“Do you have anyone else to bother?” you asked the boy in front of you that was covered in wounds.

“Nope! Just you! My one and only savior y/n!” Umemiya exclaims as he smiles brightly at you while you treat him.

“Well you’re fine now so you can leave.” you told him off.

He never liked it when you asked him to leave because he liked hanging out with you, but he wouldn’t dare to disobey you.

“Fine! But i’ll be back!” he yells as he exits the clinic.

you rub your temple due to the extra stress a certain white haired boy has caused.

“when is that boy gonna give up..” you mumble as you head back to your desk.

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Not even a couple hours later you see umemiya storm into the clinic’s entrance yelling.

“Y/NNNN!!” you see him smile once he spots your face.

“Yes? Did you get hurt again?” you groaned knowing he probably did.

“Are you worried about me!?” he joked.

“Did you or did you not?” you replied a bit annoyed.

“Well, no, but i want to spend some time with you!” he shyly told you.

“You’re literally here almost everyday, can’t you just go home this once?” You snapped.

“But today i really wanna be with you!” he whined.

“I’m calling haruka to come and get you.” you told him with a stern tone.

“Aw, cmon don’t call Sakura! He’s gonna ban me from coming here!” he pleaded as you were already on the phone with your brother.

“Too bad, he’s already on his way.” you stated.

“You’re too mean Y/n!” he cried.

As you were about you say something you heard you brother barge into the clinic.

“Dude! You gotta stop pestering my sister!” Haruka shouted.

“I can’t help it! She’s so pretty and smart. Totally my type!” He smiled while looking at you.

You couldn’t lie, that made your stomach flutter hearing that.

“Well stop! Come on, let’s go!” Your brother told umemiya.

Umemiya stood up from the seat he was sitting in next to your desk walking towards the exit but before he left he made sure that you heard,

“Nothing will stop me from coming to see you! Not Sakura, no one!” he proudly said.

You chuckled quietly tucking a strand of hair behind of your hair, maybe having some company won’t hurt.

pretty short but i hope this one shot was good 😓

- please don’t repost, translate or do anything with my fics!

@hangetagram

[dodger432101]

Now that we have Nyx, could we please get Headcannons or a fic about her and Celeste’s childhood together? Given they’re sisters close in age, they are each other’s best friends, but they also can drive each other nuts as it’s like Night and Day with those two. Nyx would complain about Celeste being too loud with her cartoon friends when she’s trying to nap, and Celeste with Nyx keeping her up in their shared room with her nightly activities. Yet, as much as they may bicker or compete, when it comes to OTHERS picking on the other sister, they got each other’s backs. Such as Nyx dealing with some wannabe Mean Girls for calling Celeste ugly and spilling food on her purposefully, by having their own shadows pulling them down into their darkness, and her shadow pet spitting them out in a cramped Janitor’s closet. Or Celeste seeing some of her former bullies gossiping behind Nyx’s back, and not so subtly reminding them of the time she trapped them in a cartoon by making the lights so bright they almost explode, with a matching sinister grin. Y/N is both proud and concerned. Lux is just darn proud as can be😁

Having two Demigods roaming the house is.. really something. The girls get on each other's nerves all the time. Either Celeste is too loud during the day with the many cartoons she's brought out of the TV, or Nyx is annoying her sister while she tries to get some sleep at night. There's also the typical sibling arguments, which -only once- escalates to them trying their own powers on each other. Lux steps in with a stern expression, catching his daughters off guard as he's usually the fun dad who lets them get away with stuff you'd scold them for. He likes to use his encounter with the Doctor as some kind of ghost story to scare them into behaving, but by the time they're in school they've stopped fearing this Time Lord that neither of them have ever seen.

Speaking of school, Nyx has a much better experience making friends than her sister. It causes some quiet loathing from Celeste, until a group of kids from a different class try to pick on her. While they've surrounded her, laughing at her unnatural eye colour, Nyx motions for her little shadow pet to sort them out. Those kids are pulled down to the ground by their own shadows, but as they're about to hit the floor they keep falling, ending up piled on top of each other in a dark janitor's closet. Celeste immediately knows who's behind this, only one kid in this school could manipulate the darkness like that. She looks up as her sister walks over with an innocent smile. No matter how popular Nyx got, she always kept an eye on her older sister.

And the same went for Celeste. As well-liked as Nyx is, there's always someone who has to try and get a reaction out of her. It just so happens that a couple of kids Celeste had trapped in a cartoon catch Nyx talking to her own shadow. She looks up at their stifled giggles. “Wow, we were beginning to think you might actually be normal! Guess being a weirdo runs in the family.” Just as she rolls her eyes and goes to set her shadow on them, they all gasp and take a few steps back. Ah, her sister was standing next to her. Even though she was more in tune with shadows, she was still a daughter of the God of Light, all manner of light was visible to her. So even though Celeste has learnt to manipulate the light around her to make herself invisible, Nyx could still see her.

The regular humans in their school couldn't, and were understandably scared of her sudden appearance. “Oh, it's you guys.” The grin that rises to her face just unnerves them more. Her form changes into the cartoon villain that had chased them before. “Seems you didn't learn your lesson last time.” Only one step towards them has the little group running. Nyx hops around in amazement as her sister shifts back to her usual look.

“You gotta teach me how to do that!”

“It's just light manipulation. Me and dad can run you through the steps after school.”

Their father is ever so proud of them when they come home and tell you and him all about what they did. He's hugging them with a huge smile on his face while you stand next to him, stunned still. After he sends them off to get whatever homework they have done, you put your hands on your hips as you look down at your lover. “What happened to the big scary Time Lord that'll come down and punish them for using their powers for the wrong reasons?”

Lux rolls his eyes at you, but he's still smiling. “Relax, sunshine, pretty sure he's in some other reality right now. Besides, they're not doing anything permanent to those brats at their school. They're giving those bullies more punishment than their teachers ever have.” That was a fair point. They might as well give those kids a bit of a scare if it means they'll leave your daughters alone.

The bullying dies down in their teenage years. Nyx has built a steady friendship group for herself and her sister, and any new kids that try anything are either berated by their friends or are scared off by the two Demigods. Celeste still goes through an angsty teenager phase, but her younger sister doesn't let her mope around in her room all the time. Most weekends she drags her out on girl’s nights or “Demigod sister nights” as Nyx puts it. As much as your older daughter groans as she's pulled out the house, she always comes home with a smile on her face. One time they come back and tell you all about the disco lights that were becoming increasingly popular, only for their dad to interrupt them with a gasp. “You went to a light show without me?” He flops back onto you dramatically, the back of one hand on his forehead. “Sunshine, they went to a light show without me!”

“Yes, I heard them, hun.”

Both your kids are giggling at their dad’s melodramatic display. “We can sneak you in next time, dad.” He instantly perks up at that, but he doesn't move from where he's draped himself over you. Once they've gone off to their rooms you poke at his sides, making him move away from the ticklish sensation.

He doesn't stay off of you for long, he's back in your lap in under a minute to snuggle up to you. “Feels like yesterday those two fit in my arms. They grew up so fast.” You hum in agreement, running your nails through the hair on the back of his head.

Celeste comes back in, not mentioning how you two are cuddled up together. It's a common occurrence. “Dad, can you help me with something?”

“Mmm, nah, cuddling with my wife.”

You sigh out a chuckle while your daughter huffs. “I can't beat this boss so I want to go in there and kill it myself.”

Lux grumbles before reluctantly getting up. You follow them to her room -you have to see this- where Nyx is already waiting. “Oh, it doesn't stand a chance now!” Both Cel and Lux hop into the screen with you and Nyx cheering them on. The poor boss is heavily under prepared against the duo of the God of Light and his Demigod daughter. When they come back out of the screen they're met with an applause from you two, so they respond by flexing their arms (which is hilarious in Lux's case, he only has thin noodle arms).

You're sitting up one night, beginning to grow anxious with how late Cel and Nyx have been out for. It isn't past the curfew you gave them, but it's starting to get close to it. Lux can practically sense your nerves from across the house, he finds you in the living room and climbs into your lap. “What's going on, sunshine? Are you worried about them?” When you nod he sighs lightly, pulling you into a soft kiss to help calm you down. “They'll be fine, angel. Nyx has that weird little pet that Sutekh gave her, they have each other. They're two Demigods, sweetheart, armed with everything I've taught them and all the stuff they've learnt by themselves. You have nothing to worry about.”

With another kiss, you lean back further into the couch. “It's not just that. I don't want them getting into the wrong crowds and all that. Drinking, drugs, whatever else is popular these days.” Lux huffs out a laugh as he snuggles up to you.

“They're smart girls, I don't think they'd do any of that stuff. Besides, they wouldn't let other people pressure them into anything. Nyx is too bossy and Cel is too grumpy.” He gets a flick on an antenna for that. “Seriously though, love, there's nothing for you to worry about.”

That's when the both of them walk through the door, clearly a little tipsy, with Nyx’s shadow helping to keep them both upright. They freeze when they see you, they'd hoped you would both be in bed by now. “What have you two been drinking?” Neither answer your question, looking at the floor.

Lux slinks off your lap, hands on his hips as he looks up at his daughters. “I don't remember either of you being old enough to have alcohol.”

“Daaad..”

“Don't ‘daaad’ me. I've just finished talking about how you wouldn't be getting into stuff like this and you two come home having clearly been drinking.” After a joint mumbled ‘Sorry..’ from them, he sighs. “Go drink some water and sleep it off, ok?” They quietly go to do that. He turns back to you, scratching the back of his head. “Guess I was wrong about them not doing any of that stuff.”

Your chuckle is broken off by a yawn. It was getting late. “Mm, a drink or two won't kill them. At least they're not blackout drunk.” Lux follows you as you go to check on them before going to bed. You really should've seen this coming after they've been playing pranks on the bullies at school. At least they're somewhat responsible. You'll have to have a talk with them tomorrow, when they're hopefully sober.

[mishsymishy]

caine with a reader thats tired most of the time? can be platonic or romantic :) /nf

I COME BACK FROM THE DEATH YESS

If theres any gramatical error, please notice me, im not a first english speaker

—Digital Circus

Caine/ReaderTired¡

You can take it as platonic or romantic!

—

At the beginning , when you came to the digital circus, Caine He had the same thought about you as the others, only he noticed something that seemed quite annoying to him, but he wanted to understand why you were always so tired at his adventures or every moment even when you were in your room doing nothing (He spied on you to see if you were just getting tired of his adventures)

Caine just wanted you to be okay with everything and to enjoy every moment, so it occurred to him at one point to call you to talk about whether you were bored with his adventures or games or just the circus in general

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You step through the colorful office where Caine told you he wanted you to go, your body heavy like always. Caine is floating mid-air, unusually calm. No chaotic energy. No spontaneous singing. Just quiet pacing. His expression is softer than normal ,a little unsure, even.

—Ah, finally! Don’t worry, this isn’t another adventure or game… well, not one of those!

I wanted to talk to you… about something a bit more serious. If that’s okay?—

You just nod, waiting for him to continue talking

—I’ve noticed something. I mean—I’m not oblivious, despite how many colors I wear

You’re always… tired. Not just after adventures or during games!—

He pauses, tilting his head slightly

—I even peeked in once or twice in your room. Just to check. And still—tired!—

You say nothing for a moment, just lower your eyes.

—At first I thought, maybe you’re just bored with the circus, or with me —

He makes a dramatic gesture with his hand while looking at you.

—Are you okay?..Like... really okay with everything?do you have something to say?—

—

From the moment you explained your situation to Caine, or more or less tried to convince him that he wasn't the problem of your constant tiredness You noticed how he worried a little in each adventure or moment to see if it caused any change, obviously he was very excited by the smiles you sometimes gave

He also talked to you a lot more when you were alone with no one around, on any topic for no reason, like just to talk

He also did a lot of his part to help you, since he noticed that you liked to rest, he tried to make the adventures, at least for you, shorter but fun or entertaining enough

He wasn't going to lie, he was still constantly watching you to see if there were any changes in your attitude, even if it was just the slightest he would be happy and his pride would grow with you

He also assured you that if you needed a shoulder to lean on sometimes he could be the one perfectly, he really didn't want you to abstract since he didn't know why but I appreciated you more

—

[aryaryxoxo]

Soshiro, you may do annoying(goofy)shit but i rather, now, see you get flustered

but yeah, imagine uno reverse him when it comes to teasing like you tease him back and he can't retort or counter it

THIS. With my Vice Captain!Reader who is an absolute menace to society (a.k.a Soshiro Hoshina) SUGGESTIVE!! (but nothing really happened lolz)

LIKE IMAGINE!! The 5th Division and 3rd Division are doing another joint operation, right? And of course, being the little shit of the 5th Division, you're bored out of your mind. Everyone's going on and on about Kaiju—Kaiju No. 10 acting too human, blah blah blah (which is weird because you’re getting a vibe™ from that clumsy 30-something guy sitting next to the short silver-haired dude... but hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if he was Kaiju No. 10? Just saying.)

And here's the thing—you + boredom + Soshiro Hoshina in the same vicinity = immediate danger. Like, everyone already knows the two of you have some strange, chaotic chemistry that not even either of you can explain. It’s flirty, it’s annoying, it’s borderline criminal, and the Defense Force has collectively agreed: you should not be allowed in the same room.

But alas. Here we are.

You're sitting across from him. The table between you is wide—but not wide enough. If you just moved your foot an inch forward, you'd be touching his.

A dangerous smirk starts forming on your face.

He looks so peaceful, sitting back with that relaxed slouch of his, nodding occasionally like he’s actually listening to whatever Captain Ashiro is droning on about. And gods, he looks good in that jacket—like unfairly good. The kind of good that makes you think, 'Maybe I’ll cause a problem on purpose.'

So you do.

You glide your foot forward, slow and deliberate, until the tip of your boot brushes against his.

It takes exactly 1.5 seconds for him to react.

His eyes flick over to you, a confused look on his face.

He mouths, “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, you slide your foot up—slow, deliberate, like you’ve got all the time in the world. You feel the tense line of muscle along his leg, the fabric of his uniform tight under your shoe. You stop just below his knee.

His expression doesn’t change, not really. But his hand twitches slightly on the table. His posture straightens—barely noticeable, unless someone knew him well.

Unfortunately for him, you do.

He mouths again, this time slower: “What.are.you.doing”

But his leg doesn’t move away.

Neither does yours.

And Captain Ashiro is still talking.

Why not live up to the name you’ve earned for yourself—“Menace of the 5th.”

You slowly move your shoe up and down, gently trailing along the inside of his leg. Featherlight, playful, maddening.

He shifts in his seat again—subtle, controlled. But you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, the muscle twitching as he tries to keep that ever-so-composed expression on his face.

You raise a brow at him. 

"Are you okay, Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina?" you ask sweetly, voice laced with fake concern and just the right amount of menace.

All eyes turn toward him.

Soshiro straightens up, clearing his throat, very much not okay. His hand subtly grips the edge of the table like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. You watch with barely hidden delight as he fights for composure.

“Yes,” he says, voice steady but a little too sharp. “I’m okay, Vice Captain.”

That’s enough entertainment for today.

You slowly lower your shoe, smug satisfaction curling on your lips as everyone awkwardly shifts their focus back to the screen in front.

You glance back at the very flustered, very ruffled Soshiro Hoshina.

He looks at you. He mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear:

“You’re dead later.”

Oh, Vice Captain Hoshina… Always threatening you with a good time.

A/N: school has officially started haha