#even the content of her message was uhhh...

[bluemoonrabbit]

My doctor's referral specialist has been making some absolutely wild mistakes, and today she left me a message and I'm sorry to say, she had exactly the voice I'd imagine.

[spliffymae]

rapper!onyankopon.

just some head canons i have.

in my head im imagining a blend of dave and fridayy, where he can sing as well (he got variety!). same universe as my musicproducer!connie fic but reader is not famous here, as opposed to w/ connie’s. (lol i gave her a last name too—davis.) in my mind, im picturing ony from the uk and connie from ny.

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rapper!ony who first pops up on the scene in a music video of his friend connie’s song. he wasn’t featured on the track, but rather just in the background getting hype with everyone else.

but y’all know how the girlies get when a fine black man/woman/person start trending.

rapper!ony who wasn’t shy about his craft, but just wasn’t big on social media. his agent hated it, he loved it. he simply released music, let people know, and then went about his business.

rapper!ony was trending and although he didn’t take this as an opportunity to get in his social media bag, his best friend, musicproducer!connie did!

rapper!ony who goes from a couple thousand people knowing what he does to over a million people screaming his lyrics at they’re phones on tiktok in ONE night.

“bro, you can’t even get mad at me gang!” connie yelled from his shower. ony was sitting outside, accosting his friend for what he did. “you said you didn’t care what happened to the project!”

“but tell me if you gon post it and make it a whole thing, nigga damn!” ony yelled back.

rapper!ony who now has to adjust to his quickly rising popularity. he has yet to know the number of artists looking for a feature; and he doesn’t know that he secretly has some of these industry boys shaking in their boots because where the hell he come from?

no, rapper!ony is too busy focusing on whyyy they’re a million fan edits of him across tiktok and instagram. clips of him from his streams, connie’s videos, and his other friend’s content.

ony groans as connie’s message banner pops up on his phone, the message being a link to a tiktok. when he clicked it, it was a fan edit of him using his song ‘when it comes to you’. “bro, who keeps sending these to you, man?!” ony exclaimed. connie heard it from his room and snickered.

rapper!ony who had to adjust to being the attention at these red carpet events. he usually just walked behind connie and his girl, along with the rest of the entourage but now he is getting stopped for photographs.

there’s nothing like listening to music live. so rapper!ony puts on a fake smile and pushes through the crowded carpet to get inside. he waves to people he’s worked with, artists, and fans who called out to him. all so he can hear some music.

he sees connie holding hands with his girlfriend, both of them making goofy faces at the cameras. he softly smiles at the couple, but before he could make way, connie somehow senses him and turns to him “ony! ven aquí!” damn!

rapper!ony who doesn’t expect much from the awards show. just to go, support connie, and go home. he was nominated,yeah, but he was also in the category with some of the most popular artists right now…so he wasn’t feeling all that confident.

rapper!ony who is shocked as shocked can be when his name is called from the podium for best new artist.

“F**CK YEAH!” connie yelled, jumping up from his seat along with his girl and the rest of the table—aran, zora, jean, armin, and mikasa.

rapper!ony who walks up on stage with connie who is still screaming from excitement.

“uhhh, i’m not gonna lie, mans weren’t expecting to win still.” ony laughed, running a hand over his fresh waves. the audience laughed with him.

“first i would like to thank God, the most high who has blessed me with this amazing opportunity. i want to thank my people for having my back; connie—this man,” ony pointed behind him to connie, who was full out filming the moment on his phone.

“who told me on a random day when we were cleaning out our college dorm room that if we made a project together we would be the new heartthrobs of the generation. connie i thank you for being you; having my back and working alongside me. my brother for life, that is.” connie screamed, and so did his girlfriend from the audience as the claps poured in.

“and finally, i want to thank my heart in human form. the woman who made all of this possible, y/n davis. she don’t like the attention so im gonna hear bout this name drop when i get home. but babes, i love you, and thank you for being my rib. i owe you the world and more. and to her parents, thank you for my better half. thank you lot again. love!” ony raised his hand with the award, smiling and waving to the crowd and cameras as he walked to the back.

meanwhile, across the country, cuddled up in her bed was y/n, who was watching the award show before going to sleep. she had expressed to ony she wasn’t too sure about going, not liking the cameras and attention. he reassured her it was okay because there wasn’t any way he would be winning with who else was in the category.

so…safe to say when you saw your boyfriend on the stage with the award in his hand, you could not contain your shock and excitement. you jumped out of bed screaming and quickly getting to your phone camera to record the tv. squeals and “yeah baby” was all you could say as he gave connie his thanks.

but then… when you heard him say your name, for everyone around the world to hear, everything just turned to shock as your phone fell from your frozen hands, still recording. you were stunned. he said your name. your government name. on national television.

“ONY!!!”

[pure-smut]

helping out a friend.

featuring: Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

contains: childhood friends to lovers, mutual m*sturbation, missionary, softdom!kuroo, watching p*rn

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

word count: 2.4k

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MDNI | 18+ content

You’ve known Tetsuro Kuroo since you were practically babies. You found each other at nursery and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Even though you’re older now and went to different Universities, you video call nearly every day. You’ve managed to break out of your shell a bit and make some new friends at Uni but nothing beats seeing Tetsu’s face pop up on your phone. He just cheers you up.

“Hey, nerd,” Tesu greets you one day. You balance your phone against the stack of books on your desk so you can see each other while you study.

“Hey, loser,” you greet him back. He must be just out of the shower because he’s not wearing a shirt and his chest is slick and shiny. “You couldn’t make yourself decent?”

“What, you don’t like?” he says, grinning. You roll your eyes and ignore him.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there was maybe a time years and years and years ago where you had a bit of a thing for Tetsu. You’re super close, after all, and he’s good-looking so you figured it was normal. After it became apparent that he didn’t view you that way – he flirts with literally everyone – you buried it way down deep until it disappeared. So, yes, at one point a comment like that would have made you blush. Now it doesn’t even phase you.

“You still studying?” Tetsu continues, oblivious.

“Duh. My last exam is tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be back home, right?”

“Yep! Flights are booked for Friday.” You smile, excited to see him in person again.

“We need to hang out asap. I’ve missed you, dude.”

“I’ve missed you too. But are you not seeing Clarissa on Friday?”

He winces.

“Uhhh… no. That’s… not really a thing anymore.”

“Oh.” You look up from your notebook. “I’m sorry, Tetsu. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, dude, don’t even worry about it. I’ve gotta go but good luck with your exam tomorrow.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you Friday!”

You hang up and shake your head. For some reason, Tetsu can never stick with a girlfriend. Clarissa had lasted the longest and you had actually really liked her. You start to wonder what went wrong before stopping yourself. No, you need to focus on the exam and then you can catch up with Tetsu this weekend. The corner of your mouth upticks in a smile at seeing him again.

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The exam goes as well as it could and you have a couple of hours to yourself before you need to catch your flight. You text your FWB but he replies with a busy today, sorry x. You sigh and pick up your laptop.

You have a few bookmarked porn videos and, exhausted from the exam, you decide to click an old, familiar one rather than searching through a bunch of new ones. As it starts up, you lick your finger to get it slick and snake a hand down under your panties. By the time the guy in the video is getting started, you’re softly rubbing your clit, your gaze on the screen intense.

Just as you’re nearing your orgasm, your phone rings. You groan with frustration but, seeing Tetsu’s name, you pick up.

“What?” you snap.

“Whoa, hello to you, too,” Tetsu chuckles.

“I’m a bit busy.”

“Doing what?”

There’s an awkward pause and, to your horror, you realise you haven’t stopped the video. The sound of slapping flesh and moaning fills the air.

“Oh,” Tetsu says.

“I-I’ll call you later,” you stammer out and hang up immediately.

Mortified, all your earlier horniess evaporates and you lay back in your bed, your face in your hands. Your phone buzzes with a message from Tetsu but you can’t even bring yourself to look at it. Instead, you push it down before your humiliation overwhelms you and start getting ready for your flight.

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You arrive in your hometown that evening, exhausted and irritable.

“Did your exam not go well, sweetie?” Mom asks, frowning and pushing back your hair from your face.

“No, it was okay,” you sigh. “I’ve just had a long day.”

And you’ve embarrassed yourself so much in front of Tetsu that you want the ground to swallow you whole, you think but keep that part to yourself.

“I’ve got some dinner in the fridge for you, d’you want me to warm it up?”

“Thanks, Mom, but it’s alright. I’m just going to hang out in my room tonight. Get an early night.”

She seems displeased but doesn’t argue, letting you wheel your suitcase up the stairs and into your room.

It always feels weird coming home to your old bedroom – most stuff you took with you to the University dorms so all that’s left are your childhood things that you don’t want to part with. Even the walls are bare now. They used to be covered with photos of Tetsu and you but you took those to Uni with you too.

You groan at the thought of him and how awkward he must have felt. He’d sent you a few more messages but you haven’t checked them in case they confirm your worst fears – that you’re gross and he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. The thought makes you well up so you pull out your laptop and put on some low-stakes sitcom and bury yourself under the duvet.

You’re deep into your wallowing when there’s a knock at the door.

“I don’t want dinner, Mom!” you call. “I already said!”

“Unfortunately, I’m not dinner but I am a snack,” Tetsu responds from the other side of the door. You snap up to sitting, nearly launching your laptop off the bed. “Can I come in?”

“Uh…” You desperately look around although you don’t know what you're even looking for. “Um, yes. Yeah, come in.”

Tetsu steps in with his hand covering his eyes and closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” You squint at him.

“Oh, just in case I’m interrupting you jerking off again.”

A burst of laughter explodes from your chest, despite your burning cheeks, and you throw your pillow at him.

“You’re a dick!” you say but you’re laughing. He takes his hand away from his eyes and grins.

“Didn’t you get any of my messages?”

You avert your eyes and don’t say anything. Tetsu crosses the space between you and sits down next to you on the bed. You hate how embarrassed you feel – Tetsu always puts you at ease and you automatically want to rest your head on his shoulder but it feels too awkward to do so now.

“Listen, don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So you were getting yourself off, so what? Everyone does it.”

“I know but…” You bury your face in your hands. Tetsu reaches across to ease your hands away and looks you in the eye.

“Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. Honestly? It was kind of hot.”

A million butterflies explode in your stomach and your heart sets off at a gallop.

“W-what?”

“Not to be weird or anything,” Tetsu grins and rubs the back of his neck. “And you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. But we talk about everything else, right?”

“Right,” you say, breathless. “What… I mean, what would we even talk about?”

He shrugs.

“I don’t know, like, what kind of stuff were you watching?”

Your face flushes but you fight the urge to dive under the covers.

“I… don’t really know how to describe it.”

Tetsu’s eyes glint.

“Why don’t you show me then?”

You give a nervous bout of laughter, your heart still thunderous in your ears.

“Only if you want to,” he adds and you nod your head.

“I do, I just… won’t you find it weird?”

“Why would I? You’re my best friend.”

Tetsu smiles at you and it’s so familiar and reassuring that you smile back. You know that as soon as you reach for the laptop, your friendship will shift and you won’t be able to move it back. But it feels okay. Natural.

You pick up the laptop as Tetsu moves up the bed to sit next to you, his back against the headboard.

Your finger hovers over the link in the bookmark bar, hesitating before you take the plunge and click it. The familiar video starts playing as a man in a suit makes out with a woman in a secretary outfit. Tetsu gives a low chuckle.

“Nice,” he says and you get a weird thrill at his approval. “D’you watch this a lot?”

“Um, I guess. Every couple of days.”

His breathing hitches and he gives you a sidelong look.

“What?” you ask, defensiveness creeping into your voice.

“Nothing. I just like the idea of you touching yourself.”

“Shut up,” you say, your face warm and he gives a wide grin.

You keep watching for a few minutes as the man in the video starts fingering his secretary. His fingers plunge deep inside her and she throws her head back in pleasure. You feel yourself getting wetter and squirm uncomfortably. Tetsu must notice because he gives you another look.

“Touch yourself if you want,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

“I… no. It’s too awkward,” you reply, keeping your eyes forward on the screen.

“I could do it for you.”

You chance a glance at him and his eyes are on you. He’s looking at you in a way he never had before, like he’s hungry.

“Do you… would you want me to do it for you, too?” you say clumsily. You both look down to see the bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah,” he says, his playful smile gone. “If you want to.”

Your eyes are glued to his bulge. Your entire crush, which you thought you’d long buried, suddenly resurrects itself and you find yourself desperate to touch him.

“I do. Want to, I mean.” You lick your lips and he glances down to look at your mouth.

Unsure who should go first, you hesitate. Luckily, Tetsu doesn’t, and you watch him lick two of his long fingers.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs and you do so immediately. He pushes his hand down under the band of your pyjama shorts and panties. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time. When his fingers reach your pussy lips, he finds them already slick with your arousal.

“The video do this to you?” he asks.

“The video,” you say. “And you.”

Emboldened, you reach across and undo his jeans. You slip your hand in and close it around his cock, gently pulling it free. As soon as you touch him, he inhales sharply.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

His cock is velvety soft despite being rock solid and it feels hot against your fingers. You begin to stroke him slowly.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hand still down your shorts. “I want to make you cum but I can’t fucking think straight with your hand around my cock.”

You keep stroking him regardless, enjoying him melt beneath your fingertips. He repositions himself so he’s closer to you and his fingers begin circling your clit. You give a small gasp at the jolt it sends through your body and Tetsu groans, his eyes glazed over.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Do what?” you whisper as his finger continues playing with your swollen clit.

“Touch you,” he breathes. “Fuck you.”

The muscles in his arm are taut and hard, his stomach solid as you start jerking him faster.

“I want you, too,” you tell him, your voice laden with need.

“Really?”

“Yes, Tetsu. Fuck me, now, please.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans and, with effort, pulls himself free of your grasp.

Your pussy feels bare without his hand but it doesn’t last long as Tetsu positions himself over you. There’s something unspoken between you – that you can take this slow another time, that you can explore each other’s bodies afterwards. Right now, you need each other too much to wait.

Tetsu quickly strips you of your pyjama shorts and panties, the only thing in between his cock and your pussy. You wrap your legs around him, using your feet to push down his jeans just enough so that his cock is free. He lines up the head with your entrance before looking up at you, a question in his eyes. You nod without hesitation.

Tetsu pushes his hips forward. He starts slow, only sinking in a few inches but he’s hard and thick and it’s enough for your eyes to roll back in your head. You can feel him stretching you, rubbing against all your nerves.

“Fuck,” you gasp. When you open your eyes, his are watching you.

He draws back ever so slightly before pushing in even deeper, waiting for you to adjust to the size of him before going any further. Every stroke sends your nerves alight. He continues until he’s buried completely inside you, filling you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.

The walls of your pussy clamp down on him and you can see the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds up his weight over you. He pulls back until he’s nearly fully out. In the light of the laptop, you can see his cock glistening with your juices before he slams back inside you. He picks up speed, finding a rhythm, and each time he pounds you, you hurtle closer to an orgasm. Your pussy starts to contract around his cock.

“T-Tetsu, I… I’m going to…” you gasp but you can’t finish the sentence.

Your orgasm rocks through your body, your pussy squeezing Tetsu’s cock. Your legs wrap tightly around him, encouraging him to go harder, deeper. Tetsu gives a long, low moan and you feel his cock throb. His hand grips your hip, pinning you beneath him as he unleashes thick ropes of his cum inside you. You both collapse onto the bed.

After a few moments, while you both catch your breath, he pushes himself up on one arm. While still inside you, he presses a gentle kiss on your lips – your first kiss. When he pulls back, there’s a grin on his face.

“That was way better than jerking off.”

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ���*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (7/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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yourusername: hello madrid 🌼 Liked by sofie.svava, frejaolofssonn, ona.battle and 1,289 others

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ingridengen Sweetest girl!!

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marialeonn16 Floraaaa mi favoritaaa 😎

sofie.svava Yay, the princess has arrived! 👼🎀

albaps9 oh dear is the car still ok ↳ yourusername i'm a better driver than you ↳ albaps9 iM a bETtER dRiVeR THAn yOu ↳ yourusername you can't even drive manual 😙

janafernandez3 Aw, what beautiful flowers!! 😍 ↳ claudiaapina from her 'secret' admirer, I bet! ↳ jennihermoso Cough, secret admirer turned girlfriend, cough! ↳ ona.battle They're so goals together 😭 ↳ patri8guijarro Uhhh, you know who SHE is?!!! ↳ ona.battle 🤷‍♀️ ↳ __cata13 HOW ↳ janafernandez3 Just a little common sense, girls 😅 ↳ keirawalsh hasn't it been obvious right from the start or do i just spend too much time on social media to have seen it all happen? 😳 ↳ aitanabonmati The last one, you clown 😁

marisabel_rguez Have fun in Madrid, YN! Hope you have a good time 😎 ↳ yourusername ass 🤣

username2 hello, more MisaxYn content? 🤞

username3 Driving six hours to Madrid for funsies?.... hmmm I wonder why 😳 ↳ username4 she could've just taken the train but ok ↳ username5 Maybe the u-haul was already filled to the brim so she decided to bring the rest herself 🤭 ↳ username6 👀 ↳ username7 uhhh they wouldn't, would they? ↳ username5 Oh, but they might! 😌 ↳ username7 🕵️‍♀️🧐

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Text Messages

ale 🐻 You post a picture before telling me you've arrived? I love you pero can you please stop worrying me like that. I called you like so many times. ale 🐻 I just had the most nerve wracking seven hours of my life, you know?? you ○○○ you ALE you im okay im okay! you fuck i'm so sorry, my phone died and then i arrived and misa and sofie took me in and they immediately took me out to eat and i just kind of forgot im so so so so so so so sorry and i love you the most in the whole entire world. you're the best sister ever and i'm the luckiest shithead there is. t'estimo, t'estimo, t'estimo!!!! ale 🐻 Bé, I was just really worried about you, I didn't like not hearing anything from you. You're my whole world, too. Next time make sure it's fully charged when you know you'll go out for a long time. What would you have done if you had needed help? Not saying this to scare you, but you know that. So, how was the drive? Did you at least take a few breaks? you boring, lots of rain and traffic. aaaand no breaksies because i didn't want to arrive in the middle of the night bc the traffic had set me back some hours. misa has a game tomorrow and i didn't want her to lose any sleep 😅 ale 🐻Next time you take regular breaks, yes? I'm sure Misa would understand and want the same. Can you please Facetime mami? you i will. petons to you all and olga 😘 you and nala! Delivered

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Direct Messages albaps9 corrupting the missus to support real madrid, i see? misa, are you even trying to get along with alexia? 😂 marisabel_rguez Jeje 😆 Had to show her a little bit of our Madrid culture, of course! It's tradition to attend a game! albaps9 in the putellas household, it's also tradition to support barca, so have fun holding onto your head! albaps9 no, but all jokes aside. i might not have said this to you in person yet, but i want you to know how happy i am that you're with my sister. i don't think anyone else could've pulled her out of the deep end and love and treat her the way she deserves. you made her see her own worth again, believe that she was deserving of all the good things, and gave us our girl back. i'll never be able to properly thank you, but i want you to know how grateful we all are nonetheless. marisabel_rguez Thank you for telling me. But you don't need to thank me for doing all that. I love her, it's only normal that I treat her accordingly. She's my entire world, Alba. albaps9 i still don't think you realise how much your love and care for her means to her and the rest of us, and how it has impacted us as a family. but remember that we're proud to call you family too. okay? albaps9 unless you hurt her and end up destroying all the progress she's made, maria isabel. then i'll fucking come for you and alexia won't be your only problem. marisabel_rguez I would expect you to do so then! She's really lucky with you two. She loves you very much, so I'm also happy to be part of your circle. albaps9 🥹🥹 okay but you don't even seem the slightest bit intimidated? 🤣 marisabel_rguez Oh no, I know you're bark and bite! I just know I don't have to be afraid because that worst case scenario will never happen! albaps9 thank you misa ❤️

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frejaolofssonn Gooooooaaaaal golgolgolgolgol 🤩

carolineweir95 Supporting the men but wearing Misa jerseys, I'm so here for it haha ↳ sofie.svava Someone insisted 🙊 liked by marisabel_rguez ↳ marisabel_rguez And we couldn't resist her! liked by yourusername

username1 Did sofie just... ↳ username2 Yes 😭😬😬😬 ↳ username3 she's removed yn from the tags now 🤭 ↳ username1 Too late man lmao

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username4 it sure is real love if someone raised on barca sets even one foot inside santiago bernabeu and it's not in the away-section liked by 12 others

username5 The Misa appreciation is spreading 😛 ↳ username6 and rightly so!! ↳ username7 I wonder who's behind that 🧐👀

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marisabel_rguez: Happy life. Liked by albaps9, bff2, jennihermoso and 18,329 others

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marialeonn16 😊

albaps9 ❤️ ↳ albaps9 but that tush will always be mine 😭

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haleyraso Awww

username7 I love how they're slowly growing more comfortable letting the world in ):

sofiajakobsson 😘

bff1 ummm hey? hands to yourself. she's still my snookums until she officially has your last name 🤣 liked by alexiaputellas ↳ yourusername omg stop embarrassing me ↳ marisabel_rguez ✋🏽😳🤚🏽

ingridengen The sweetest together!

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username4 You forgot the other half of the caption ↳ username5 Happy wife, happy life? ↳ username4 Ding-ding-ding! ↳ username6 don't think they'll get married so long as alexia is still lurking in the background 🤣

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yourusername: madrid, you were good to me!! (plus a little surprise i discovered at the petrol station on my way home. te amo mas que a la vida en sa) Liked by bff3, fridolinarolfo, haleyraso and 2,499 others

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albaps9 hmmm i wonder whyyyy liked by yourusername

salmaparalluelo Pls yn confirm that you-know-who and the anonymous admirer are the same person!! ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ yourusername hehe ↳ janafernandez3 !!!!!!!!!!!!! ↳ ona.battle We want to know 😱 ↳ marialeonn16 Oh, but we know 😌 ↳ ingridengen yup!! ☺️ ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ ona.battle ???

username1 the note in the car is the cutest 😔

username2 I want a Misa too, care to loan her out?

alexiaputellas Proud of you and how strong you are. You kept fighting and look at you now. You deserve all this happiness, ma germana petita. T'adoro. ↳ yourusername t'estimo tant tant tant

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yourusername: feliç diada de sant jordi, la meva gent🌹 Liked by ingridengen, alexiaputellas, albaps9 and 940 others

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marisabel_rguez Horrible choice of clothing, I should give you some of my shirts to wear ↳ yourusername you're acting as if half of them aren't already at my place ↳ marisabel_rguez Right where they should be 😉

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a/n: wishing you the sweetest start of your week! i hope someone does something nice for you and if not, then here's a flower from me to you already 🌻

[onlyswan]

summary: in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

> fluff, dashes of angst / wc: 4k

> warnings: mention of blood bc oc gets scratched :( + is ready to throw hands at jk’s ex and then cries lol, taehyung cameo and mentions of yeontan :P + a line of jk reminds me of the orpheus drabble <3

note: last one for a while as i take a rest from writing and process jimin’s album <3 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! it goes a long way :]

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“jungkook, you’ve been in there for an hour! answer your phone!”

you click your tongue in annoyance, bouncing your thighs up and down as you fiddle with the controller and collect your kills with reckless tenacity. the ringing of the third phone call he’s receiving in the past ten minutes is overpowering the volume of the game, which you turned all the way down just enough so that you can faintly yet clearly hear it. well, right now, you can’t anymore. again.

“baby, you’re home?!” jungkook yells in surprise, and you spare him a glance.

half of his naked torso is peeking out of the bathroom door, and he looks like a maltese puppy who heedlessly jumped into a swimming pool, hair still dripping wet and pure excitement painted all over his face.

“who’s calling anyway? you can answer it for me!“

“can’t. i’m playing call of duty.”

“you’re what?!” he exclaims, but his voice enters your ear then escapes from the other as you remain deeply absorbed in the game. he disappears for a minute before emerging from the bathroom, half-naked with a striped white and khaki towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

you’re situated on the floor with your back leaning on the couch. he stands beside you with his hands on his waist, watching the television screen in sheer curiosity, which then morphs into astonishment. “wow, you’re actually playing it… i haven’t seen you touch your controller in months. but why are you sudden- yah! what is this? how are you doing so good?!”

the phone lying on the center table lights up once more. the incessant noise is seriously getting into your nerves and you’ve had enough of it, gritting your teeth as you snap. “i’m begging you. answer it. or i might break something.”

the irritation embedded in your voice makes him jut out his bottom lip sadly. more than that, your facial expression and body language evidently scream that you’re feeling on edge. you didn’t even bother to let him know that you’ve come home, and he’s uncertain if you nearly muted the volume because you don’t want to listen to the ear-shattering sounds of ammunition being fired or you don’t want him to hear them.

he picks up the phone per your request, eyebrows knitting in confusion when he fails to recognize the number flashing on the screen.

“it’s an unregistered number. i don’t know who- oopsie-” he scrunches his nose, chuckling because he accidentally ended the call when he muted the device. it vibrates with a new message from the same person not too long after.

“it’s my ex?” he blinks with a blank expression on his face. he intently reads the content of the text, tugging at the silver ring piercing the corner of his lower lip. “uhhh- she’s… asking me to put in a good word for her… because she applied to be an in-house choreographer at- at the company.”

on the other hand, you feel like a bucket of ice water was dunked over your head at the mention of your boyfriend’s ex-lover. your vigorous focus on the game wavers, but luckily, you’re already so close to finishing, and you still maintain half a mind to end the game in your own terms. the word ‘victory’ flashes on the giant screen, and you almost break down into tears because god knows you needed a fucking win today.

jungkook gasps in amazement, whipping out the camera app to capture a photo of your achievement. “did you just fucking win solo versus squads?”

the thing is… you’re not the biggest fan of these games. sure, you play occasionally (only using his accounts because you like how he already has most items unlocked and you can freely play around… you like to pretend that you’ve never been scolded for making him rank down before), but you prefer the relaxing types with adorable and colorful graphics. and just like he said, you haven’t touched your controller in months, which must be the reason why he’s pleasantly surprised. you won’t be shocked if you get bombarded by his gamer friends to play with them tomorrow, by the looks of your boyfriend proudly typing away at his keyboard while smiling from ear-to-ear.

“don’t move on too fast.” you breathe out a deep sigh before standing on your feet. “which ex? that bitch you broke up with because she kept on picking stupid fights with your friends? and now she wants to work with them?”

the combination of your harsh intonation and the recollection of dreadful memories make him wince. that relationship didn’t end on good terms, so this is confusing to him as well. it was a person he wholeheartedly liked, but they barely lasted six months because the way she treated those who are near and dear to him, unkind and discorteous, eventually turned him off and made him nothing but angry. she tried to convince him that she could change, but it was his decision that could no longer be changed.

does it even matter? he didn’t dwell on it too long, anyway. because then, he met you.

“yes,” he shortly answers, flipping his phone so the screen is facing you.

your brain chooses to not register any of the other characters used in the text except for those at the end: the flirty ‘Thanks babe! I miss u so much. See u around soon. Let’s catch up’ and winking emoji blowing a red heart next to it. you release yet another sigh, this time shaky and frustrated, and you gently move his hand aside to get the phone out of your sight. a headache is beginning to blossom at your temples, and you truly do not have the energy to deal with this bullshit right now.

“you must know how i feel about this, right?”

“i’m not sure-”

“like if she calls you ‘babe’ infront of my face i won’t hold back and i will claw her eyes ou-“

“okay, okay, baby, i got it!” he chuckles, taking a hold of your arms to pull you closer to him. he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, hoping that would aid in putting your mind at ease. “i won’t let her call me that again, hmm? or do anything that will make either of us uncomfortable for that matter.”

“good. i trust you. do whatever you want.” you speak softly, giving his rosy cheek light pats. he always looks a dash more attractive when fresh from the shower, so entrancingly hypnotic when bare-faced that it makes you want to fall on your knees and worship the stardust making up his existence.

unfortunately, your mind is too clouded and restless and you can’t stay to admire him some more. you withdraw from his hold, the cold drops of water from his hair sliding down to your forearm and you wipe them away on his towel.

“i’m going out for a bit. i need to buy something at the convenience store.”

you don’t wait for him to answer. you head straight to the bedroom to collect your essentials.

“wait for me. i’ll go with you!”

you return wearing a long purple jacket over your blue t-shirt and white sweatpants, also carrying your phone, wallet and pepper spray.

“i’ll be fine alone. i got this.” you wave the small bottle infront of him before stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

the front door rings as it opens and shuts, and jungkook despises the weight sitting on top of his chest— heavier and heavier with your absence. he still wanted to insist on tagging along, worried because it’s already late at night, but he gave up when he sensed that you really need to be left alone.

“shit, let me take care of this first.” he tilts his head to the side, and then the other, cracking his neck before he scrolls through his contact list to make an important call.

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the soles of your sneakers scratch the rough asphalt as you lazily drag yourself to the convenience store. you’re having one of those kind of bad days- you woke up this morning mad at the world for a reason you couldn’t decipher, and it only got worse after you left the house for work. you brushed against someone while chasing the bus and the zipper of their bag scratched your arm that it bled uncontrollably. the nearest restaurant to your workplace was closed and you had to walk an extra kilometer. you didn’t have the time to text jungkook and complain about the shitty day you’ve been having. and you had to suffer the bus ride home beside an old teacher from high school who never ran out of uninteresting stories to tell.

oh! and how can you not mention that you were subjected to remembering that your boyfriend fell in love with other people before he knew you? the mere mental image of jungkook being emotionally and physically intimate with somebody else is a strong punch in the gut that makes you want to run in a corner and hurl.

and to rub salt on the wound, his ex-girlfriend, who is more than comfortable to reach out to him with an old term of endearment, wants to work at close proximity with him after saying ‘i miss you so much’… was the ‘so much’ necessary? was saying ‘i miss you’ necessary at all? you don’t know her intentions or if she even has any, and you don’t care if they’re good or bad. you simply cannot bear the idea of having to be constantly plagued by these vexatious musings.

maybe a good cry would help, but the tears won’t come out of your stinging eyes blinded by bright and flickering neon shop signs lined up beside the street. they’re saltwater in your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe and to make sense of why you don’t feel like yourself today. it’s hormones. it’s always the hormones, you try telling yourself.

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you’re sitting infront of the glass wall separating the sidewalk and the convenience store, watching the humans and the cars speeding past without much thought in your head… except for the hellish torture you’re inflicting on yourself. you sniffle loudly as you chew the spicy noodles in your mouth. your tongue is tingling and almost numb, but you lift up the flimsy wooden chopsticks to eat more of it because somehow, this is exactly what you needed. perhaps, it wasn’t accidental when you ended up pouring most of the buldak sauce.

however, your own little bubble gets popped by a tattooed hand you recognize all too well. it sets down a bottle of cold water infront of your cup of noodles.

“hi there.”

jungkook kisses the top of your head before occupying the stool on your left, which is the second seat farthest from the door that chimes every time a new customer walks in. he is very much not naked anymore, wearing a plain white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his hair is still damp, bangs forming a perfect comma on his forehead, and the thin silver chain dangling from his delicate neck sparkles when the light grazes it.

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

the doe eyes behind his glasses smile at you warmly as he wipes your swollen lips, the paper napkin you’ve been neglecting now stained with the dark red sauce.

“you’re here?” you ask dumbly, wanting to slap yourself right after the words escape your mouth because yes, what the fuck, he’s here. he’s touching you, and he’s real.

“of course, i’m here,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek before he answers, sounding upset. he removes his glasses and places it on top of the long white table. “i just wore the first things i saw then speedwalked here. i was sorting out the laundry and your handkerchief had blood all over it! care to explain?”

you guiltily avoid eye-contact, reverting your attention to the food as you poke and mix the noodles that have gone dry due to the cold air. “you didn’t have to. i already cleaned the wound twice- my left arm just got scratched.” you shrug your shoulders meekly. “i had a bad day, that’s all.”

“who do i have to fight, huh? who hurt you and ruined your day?” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to make you look at him. his sincere concern is written all over his widened round eyes and creased forehead. “tell me, baby. i’ll make them pay.”

“well,” you anxiously sink your teeth on your bottom lip, a hesitant effort to control yourself because the particular word tastes too sour on your tongue. “your ex was just my last straw, you know? i don’t even want to call you ‘babe’ anymore.” your voice gradually quiets down in exasperation.

“why not?!”

you roll your eyes with a huff, pushing his hand away. “you’ll just remember her every time i say it.”

you grab the bottle of water, twisting off the cap and hissing when its ridges scratch the heel of your palm. you take big gulps of the beverage, feeling refreshed after the burning onslaught that assaulted your mouth.

“oh, come here. you- i need you closer.”

you squeak when you feel the heavy metal chair moving closer towards jungkook’s direction, one hand flying to your mouth and the other gripping his shoulder in fear of falling. he jokingly copies you when you send him a sharp glare. he puts an arm around you to affectionately hold the curve of your waist, anchoring his elbow on the table to rest his face on the palm of his hand.

“i took care of that, alright? i asked the company and they told me they put her on the waitlist. pretty sure she knows, too- that she’s not getting the job.“ he raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows in jest, playfully sticking out his tongue. “i told her i can’t help her, and not to contact me again in the future because i’m in a committed relationship. with you.” he squeezes your hip to reiterate his words. “then i blocked her number. i thought i did it before, but i guess i forgot to? ah, i don’t know!”

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips and he happily grins when he notices, deep dimples making an appearance. unable to resist the urge, he briefly draws closer to kiss your cheek.

“besides, i forgot she even existed. why would i think of her when my favorite person is right infront of me? that’s absurd.”

he was truthfully flabbergasted at the foggy memories that resurfaced when he read her name, had one of those ‘oh, that’s right, this happened,’ and ‘why the fuck did i like this person again?’ moments.

“you’re the only one i think of when i hear the word ‘babe’. and when i hear love songs, or breakup songs, because they make me imagine us breaking up and i get so fucking sad.” his expression crumples into a look of sheepishness after spitting out the unplanned confession.

it’s terrifying at times, how an imaginary breakup with you feels more painful than his past heartbreaks combined. he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again. he removes his hand on your waist to tenderly caress your hair when you bury your face in your hands.

shaking your head, you giggle at the genuine distress lacing his voice when he said the last sentence. “what are you saying?”

and then it finally happens.

restrained sobs replace the carefree giggles racking your body. your hot tears soak the palm of your hands until they drip down to your wrists. your frail voice comes out trembling, shattered, and disgustingly vulnerable for a space scattered with prying eyes and ears.

“…i just- fuck, i don’t want to say this but- i don’t think you understand- that i’m selfish. and i want you all for myself. i can’t stand that everybody wants to have you. i hate it, jungkook.”

your name rolls off from his tongue with a soft sigh as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. the comfort of his love and warmth further breaks you down, and you almost make yourself bleed to keep your cries quiet. his silken lips brush against your temple before he puckers them for a kiss that lasts four, five, six… seconds. you begin wondering if he might just stay like this forever, not that you mind, until he detaches himself to speak and you hear the smooching sound that signals the end of it.

“shhh, trust me, baby. i do.” he rubs your shoulder to soothe your tensed up body. “but i don’t care about that. they can die trying because i only want to be yours.”

you swallow the lump in your throat as his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings. you wiggle out of his secure arms, wiping your tears with the paws of your jacket as you force a smile. “it’s embarrassing. i don’t want to cry here.”

“how about in there, then?” he teasingly undoes the third button of his shirt, exposing more of his honey skin to the cool air. it reveals the rest of his silver chain, and his defined pecs are also peeking out. you whine in protest of his scandalousness, pounding his chest lightly with your closed fist.

he chuckles, corners of her crinkling with mischief as he buttons himself up again. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding-” he cradles your face in his hands, gingerly wiping away the tears still rolling down your cheeks.

between the two of you, he admits that he’s the one who cries more easily. it takes a colossal build-up of emotions for your tears to be released, and today’s influx caused your sink to overflow at long last. seeing you weep, it feels like a direct stab to the heart— especially unbearable, twisting deeper, when he’s part reason why. even so, it’s a big relief when the weight you’re carrying is being unloaded. but he understands that you don’t want to do that here… not here.

“as if you’ll let someone steal me away from you, huh? i know you, you cunning minx.”

you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he smirks before planting a chaste kiss on tip of your nose. “don’t cry anymore. i love you.”

“i love you, too. but-” you sniffle, frowning at him as you motion at the cup of noodles infront of you. “why did you have to go and make me feel better? i don’t feel like finishing this anymore. it’s too spicy.”

“yeah, i can tell. look at your face. oh-” he squeezes your puffy face in one hand. “you were already crying eating that, poor baby… i’ll just finish the rest, how about that?”

“please,” you smile sweetly, delighted with his preposition. “i’ll buy ice cream. do you want anything? beer?”

“beer-” his face lights up like a christmas tree when it dawns on him that you said the word simultaneously.

you beam proudly, recounting the time you’ve been well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of jungkook’s essence of being. “did i pass the test? i’m taking my master’s degree in kookology.”

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after jungkook finished your spicy noodles, he claimed his appetite only treated it as an appetizer and it demanded to be served ramyeon for the main course. that brings you to this moment, your boyfriend applying bandaids on your arm while he waits for his food to be cooked. concurrently, you devour your cone of vanilla ice cream.

“babe, i think two is enough.“ you attempt to stop him from opening another one of the teddy bear patterned bandaids. he found them displayed by the counter when he paid for the ramyeon, and only then did he realize that he forgot why he ran to you in the first place.

“they’re not- it goes all the way down your elbow.”

and you can’t argue with him because he looks undoubtedly pissed off, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the damage that damn zipper did to your skin. if this happened to him, he would be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day, too.

he plants a healing kiss on top of each one and your heart flutters at the loving gestures, but you feel a little ridiculous walking around with three bandaids running across your arm. you decide to wear your jacket again in order to hide them, since you’re freezing beside the airconditioner anyway.

jungkook starts eating his second round of noodles, but not before boasting that he perfectly separated the wooden chopsticks unlike you. you roll your eyes at his cocky grin and tiny dance of celebration, taking another bite of the cone you’ve consumed halfway.

the two of you comically freeze at the same time when a familiar ringtone tickles your ears.

“who would be calling at this hour? it’s 1am!” jungkook puts down his chopsticks to fish out his phone from the depths of his pocket, his thick satoori accent slipping out as he chides the person on the other line. he shakes his head with a laugh when he sees the name written on the screen. “ey, of course, it’s him again. i knew it.”

you watch him with an amused smile, his reaction giving you an inkling of who it is.

he answers the video call and props up the phone on his tall can of beer, grabbing his chopsticks to resume eating. “hyung, did you just wake up again?”

judging by the background, taehyung is in his gaming room. the given keywords being messy hair and eyes as puffy as yours, you’re pretty sure the answer to your boyfriend’s question is yes.

his deep and rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “jungkook-ah, i just caught up to our gc. where’s ___?”

“with me. why?” jungkook answers, words muffled as he chews and bounces his legs with the pleasure of having his food craving beyond satisfied.

taehyung ignores his question for the second time, instead calling out your name to catch your attention.

“whyyy?” you mimic his sulky tone, slightly shifting the phone to the side to show him your face.

you snicker when he flashes you his famous boxy smile, almost choking on your ice cream when his following remarks cause jungkook to throw a fit.

“play with me. no one else is awake and i’m getting bored of jungkook. he doesn’t want to play new games.”

“yah! you know i can still hear you, right?!” he takes a break from chugging his beer to throw his retort.

“i know, i wanted you to.” taehyung blows a raspberry at his best friend.

you grimace, stealing the opportunity to butt in before their banter lengthens. “listen, i’ll play with you if you let me play with tannie again.”

he opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it again to stare at you nonchalantly. you impatiently quirk an eyebrow at his silence. “soooo?”

“wait there. i’ll think about it.”

and then he ends the call.

jungkook throws his head back, bursting into vibrant laughter after witnessing the interaction, and your head drops on the table with a pitiful whimper.

with bam staying at the training center for the meantime, you awfully miss the rush of happy chemicals flooding your brain in the company of man’s best friend. it was two weeks ago when you and jungkook hung out at taehyung’s house. you spent some time with yeontan at the park after you complained about getting bored watching them play ‘i’m on observation duty’. and he wasn’t… very happy when his dog started flat-out ignoring him in favor of your presence ever since you came back from the walk. tannie was adamant on sitting on your lap during dinnertime, even almost following you past the front door when it was time for you to leave.

“aww, my baby.” jungkook strokes your back with faux sympathy. “he hasn’t moved on from it yet. give him some time… maybe, like, five more minutes?”

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[lowkeychenle]

Guilty As Sin? [ZCL] (M)

Description: Chenle is everything you want--everything you need. Somehow, the thought of him manages to pull you back in even after you were free. Messy kisses, late night trysts, and him tracing the word 'mine' on your thigh--barely anything, so how could you possibly be guilty as sin? (based on Guilty As Sin? by Taylor Swift)

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst (there are like text message screenshots in here too!)

Content Warnings: Smutty smutness, use of the word 'slut' in a couple different instances, uhhh self...help lol, explicit, rough, unprotected sex, and I think that's it for now *MDNI*

Word Count: 9k

Taglist: @niinjo @dinosaurtoothbrushwithninjasauce @sleepyvic @christinewithluv @lostinneocity @thisisnotjacinta @toursworld

Permanent Taglist: @neozon3nha @sunnybutcloudy

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!Reader (features roommate!Renjun, Mark, Jaemin, aespa Karina! and other Dreamies sporadically lol i don't even remember who's in here)

A/N: sorry if this feels a bit rushed :( busy season approaches again

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Lips brush against your neck and trail up to your ear, and you feel his smile before you hear his chuckle. His hand grips your thigh, but as he pulls back, his eyes travel along your face. His irises have gone dark, and he gulps. The room is far hotter than it should be, and as you sit next to Chenle on your couch, his fingertip traces a single word on your skin, over and over again.

MINE

MINE

MINE

MINE

“(Y/N), are you listening?” Chenle’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and hopefully nobody notices how your stare was stuck on the way he taps his fingers on his jeans. Your face heats up, but you try your best to hide it.

“What? Sorry, tired today.” You sit back in your chair, glancing around the room to see your roommate, Renjun, and several of your other friends sitting on the various seats around your living area.

“You don’t look tired.” Karina raises her eyebrow at you.

You glare back at her. “How do you want me to fix that?”

“Chenle was asking us if we wanted to go to a party next week,” Jisung adds. “A friend we don’t know of his is turning twenty-three.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll be right back.” You launch up, heading for the kitchen. Before you turn fully, you make eye contact with Chenle. He leans back on the couch cushion, legs crossed, and head tilted. He’s dressed so simply, sweatpants and a dark, loose-fit T-shirt, but you could ignore those things for your own sanity.

What you can’t ignore?

The quirk of his eyebrow. Did you just imagine the way he looked you up and down? Every inch of your skin feels hot, and you think of those fucking fingers on your thigh all over again.

Before you embarrass yourself any further, you quickly move towards the kitchen, throwing the door of the refrigerator open to grab a water bottle. You set it on the counter after inhaling half of it, and then brace your palms on the edge, too. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. You’re not sure why you can’t stop fucking thinking about it.

His hips slam into yours while his hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. No matter what, you’re lost in the feeling of him inside you, the sweet stretch and how his jaw is clenched hard to keep his own noises at bay. You want to feel him everywhere, to truly lose yourself in the moment.

You wrap your legs around his waist to get him closer, and he curses a little louder than he should—

“You okay?” Chenle’s voice startles you so much, you jump and let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck, why would you sneak up on me like that?” You try to focus on this Chenle, and not the one you’d been thinking about two seconds ago. Your body is on fire, and all you can do is hope everyone leaves soon.

“I…I didn’t.” He chuckles.

As soon as his fingertips graze your arm, you stop breathing. Your gaze darts down to the contact and you gulp. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing? Are you okay? What’s gotten into you today?” He retracts his touch, concern flashing across the deep brown color of his eyes.

“I think I’m getting sick or something.” You scratch your forehead. “Sorry if I’m being weird.”

The next thing you know, he’s stepping closer to you. Your back is pressed into the countertop, and he slowly lifts his hand to press the back of it to your forehead. You try to control your breathing, but it’s no use.

“Hm,” Chenle murmurs. “You feel hot. You should go lay down and get some rest.”

That alone has embarrassment traveling through you at the speed of light. What the fuck is happening right now? He’s much too close, smells too good, and his voice is making your insides flutter.

“I…” You clear your throat and pull him away by his wrist. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

You grab your water bottle and practically run away from him, not stopping to acknowledge the rest of your friends as you travel the distance to your room. Closing the door behind you, you rest your back against it and let out a shaky breath. You pat your cheeks, trying hard to force it all out of your mind.

You can’t want Chenle right now. It’s severely inconvenient.

To be honest, you’re not even sure how it got this bad. How you got to the point where being around him has you on fire, craving to take off everything you’re wearing and cool yourself down.

You crawl into your bed instead, lying flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling. Mark’s obnoxious laugh sounds from the living room, but you try to tune everyone out. You don’t realize your hand resting on your lower abdomen until Chenle comes barrelling back into your thoughts.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder and breathing you in.

“Yes,” you say.

“Good girl.” His lips press against your jawline. “Can you show me? Show me how you want me to touch you, baby.”

You curse under your breath, the heat finally becoming too much. The stickiness between your legs is humiliating with your friends really only a few feet away, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. You lift your hips and quickly remove your shorts.

“Don’t be shy now,” Chenle scolds you, grabbing your wrist and guiding it down. “How else do I learn what you like, huh?”

You slide your hand beneath your panties, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you come in contact with your clit. A whine gets stuck in your throat, and you dip just a bit lower to gather wetness from your entrance. You pant, your arousal easily coating your fingers.

“Don’t rush.” His voice fills your ears, resonating deep inside you. “Make yourself feel good. Mean it.”

As your fingers make it back to your throbbing bud, you look at him. He sits on his knees, gaze locked on your core. He seems just as impatient as you—his hips rock his cock into his fist as he watches you.

“You’re so fucking wet. Little slut wants my cock that bad?”

“Yes.” You don’t mean to let it slip out for real, but the fast, tight circles have you lost in the clouds.

“Bet I’d make that tight little cunt feel better than you could, huh?”

“Fuck me.” You’re basically pleading at this point. “Fuck, I need it so bad.”

You lift your hips up, desperate for more. Your other hand grips the pillowcase next to your head. Pleasure tingles up your spine as you give yourself some much needed relief. Whispering curses under your breath, you allow yourself to slip two fingers inside. He’s right—yours would never compare to his. So long, so precise, so able to take you places you’ve never been before.

“I’ll give it to you soon,” he whispers, strained. “I need to see you cum first. Make a mess for me so I know you’re ready for my cock.”

You have no fucking clue what it is, but Chenle always has you cumming fast. As you pump your fingers inside, you use your other hand to stimulate your clit. Butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“So fucking desperate. Bet you want me to cum inside, don’t you? Fuck you full of my cum and watch it spill out.”

Just a little more, that’s all you need. You mutter his name quietly, refraining from whining as your hips buck.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you need me.” Chenle’s lips brush yours as slowly rocks against you. Your walls stretch so perfectly around him, you think you’ll go crazy. He lets out a curse when you dig your nails into his back, wreaking havoc on his skin.

God, you swear if you close your eyes and think hard enough, you can feel it. Your stomach twists and turns, and your high approaches way faster than you’d like. You want to savor him and all he has to offer.

You call his name, your body matching his every movement. Sweat covers both of you, sticking your chests together as his tongue wrestles with yours. He pulls away to meet your gaze and stares at you through hazy, clouded eyes.

He releases his grip on your hand, and you immediately lift it from where he pinned it on the mattress to his hair. When you tangle your fingers in it, he gasps, his hips stuttering against yours. He lets out a shuddering breath as he reaches down to thumb your clit, his forehead dropping onto your neck. Your entire being vibrates from being touched by him. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your high, your walls clamping down as you quickly bite down on his shoulder to muffle yourself.

The moan that leaves his lips is high pitched, short, and mixed with a few pretty curse words, and his hips buck one more time before he spills inside you. You clench your eyes shut as the two of you take a moment to regulate yourselves.

When you open them, you’re met with your ceiling instead of a sweaty, blissed out Chenle. You sigh in disappointment, but remove your fingers and try to recuperate your oxygen. You let yourself rest for a second, and then you’re swinging your legs over the side of your bed. Even the mere thought of Chenle doing those things to you has your legs tingling, almost uncomfortable to walk on as you make your way over to your dresser.

Once you change into a clean pair of panties and slide your shorts back on, you go into the bathroom and wash your hands. You look into the mirror and gulp, letting different thoughts take over.

Your towel is wrapped tightly around you as you walk back into your room, surprised to find Chenle still scrolling on his phone in your bed. Heart caught in your chest, you blink away your shock. “You’re still here.”

“Do I seem like someone who would leave after something like that?” He quirks an eyebrow at you, letting his screen fade to black before he tosses it on the bedside table. “C’mon, now, you should know me better than that.”

“I…” You clear your throat and scratch your forehead.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything. I just thought…”

“No, no,” you interrupt him. “Of course not. It’s…different, though. This is us.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, it is.”

“Okay.” You nod, almost as if convincing yourself. “We can still…be us.”

“We can,” he confirms.

You splash some water on your face to get yourself to stop thinking about him. Nothing good will ever come from it. When you’re back in your room, you check your phone. A single notification is on the screen from Chenle. Embarrassment floods through you as you type a response, unable to shake how this is the man that had your legs shaking less than ten minutes ago. Not that he had to do anything to make it that way.

You slap a hand to your forehead. Guilt replaces your embarrassment. Chenle is a sweet guy, and always looks out for you as much as he can. You shouldn’t be lying to him like this.

His typing bubble comes up and disappears several times, like he’s debating on what he should say to that. He wants to take care of you. You shouldn’t let that mean this much to you, but you can’t help it. Finally, your phone dings with his response.

Being alone with Chenle makes you more nervous than you’d care to admit. You pace until you hear the knock on your door. The rest of the apartment is silent as you quickly make your way over to let him in. Of course, tonight was the night Renjun had to leave you alone.

You take a deep breath before allowing him inside. His form takes up the doorway, the darkness cascading over his features and making him that much more defined. You step out of his way, and he walks in without hesitation. He sets the plastic bag on the counter, but doesn’t look at you even as you approach.

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he says. “I wanted to.”

“Why?”

He shrugs.

“Chenle.”

“It’s a family recipe,” he replies, pushing the bag toward you. “I won’t stay, but make sure you eat it, alright?”

“I don’t have a fever,” you insist.

“Can you stop being so stubborn?” He frowns as he turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on with you lately?”

“With me?”

“Yeah. You don’t even want to be in the same room as me. Did I do something?” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “I came up to you in the kitchen earlier and you acted like I’m the scariest person alive. So, was it me? What happened to make you so uncomfortable with being alone with me?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to do this right now. It’s past midnight and, according to you, I’m sick.”

“Alright.” His annoyance pulls his lips tightly together. “You’re going next week, right?”

You chew the inside of your cheek and nod. “Of course.”

“Cool. I guess I’ll see you then.” He doesn’t let you say another word before he leaves, and as soon as the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh.What the hell are you supposed to do? He brings you food when you’re sick, texts you to make sure you’re okay, and is always conveniently timed in all of it. You push that thought away. The last thing you need is more to think about.

From the car, you and Renjun can hear the music from inside the house. You look the property up and down. People are everywhere, and you suddenly feel way too overwhelmed to actually go inside.

“Before we get out,” Renjun starts. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You and Chenle.”

“Well, that’s not a question.”

He glares at you. “So he shares his location with me, and the other night, I clicked on his contact so I could give Jaemin his number. He was at our place and I definitely watched him leave before I did.”

“Yeah, and? Chenle and I are friends.” You stare back blankly.

“Come on.” He sighs. “You were basically ready to pounce on him from across the room, and then he comes back after everyone is gone?”

“Pouncing across the room is a little crazy, Jun.” You roll your eyes. “I promise you, I didn’t do anything with Chenle that night. I wasn’t feeling well and he came back to give me soup.”

He pauses. “In the middle of the night?”

“I can literally show you the text messages. And I solemnly swear I did not fuck nor intend to fuck Chenle.” You purse your lips and give him a pointed look. “Can we go inside now?”

“If you like him, you can tell me. We’re friends, you know.”

“Like Chenle?” Your voice raises a few pitches. “Renjun, this is ridiculous. Let’s just go.”

“And you should know, he wouldn’t just leave his house in the middle of the night without a reason. So, you being a little sick must be a really big deal to him.” Renjun covers his chuckle with a fake cough. “But yeah, let’s go.”

It’s been decided. You need a drink.

As you walk through the door, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You send a quick glance over to your roommate, only to find him already deep in conversation with Jeno. Using that as your opportunity, you head to the direction of the kitchen, hoping you’ll find it in this giant house.

Chenle’s laugh sounds over the music, and you snort as you continue your path. You walk in, and Jaemin throws back a shot of…some mysterious liquid while Chenle and Karina grimace at him. His face scrunches up and a loud groan passes by his lips as he shakes his head.

“That shit is strong.” Jaemin fakes a gag and immediately grabs a can of Sprite to use as his chaser. “Disgusting.”

Chenle sees you first and smiles, and your heart plummets into your stomach. You’re not used to feeling this way around him, not really, but after the other night, everything feels awkward. Maybe he somehow secretly knows what you did.

He beckons you over, immediately grabbing another empty cup and mixes you a drink. You pause, blinking at him. He knows what your favorite is, and you have to wonder how.

Instead of standing next to Chenle, you take Karina’s other side and accept the cup. His smile falters but he doesn’t let it show for too long. Soon enough, he’s back to making fun of Jaemin.

Jisung peeks into the room, waving the four of you down. “You guys. Truth or dare. Living room. Now.”

“For fucks sake.” You sigh, and before you follow Jisung, you grab the bottle from Chenle and dump more alcohol into your drink.

You’re gonna need it.

The good thing about playing this game with your friends is that if you don’t want to answer, you just have to take a shot. Knowing Renjun, he’ll try to do something to make you admit the truth, and you can’t let that happen.

“Okay, drink penalty is two shots per skipped question,” Donghyuck starts. “Three if you skip a dare.”

There’s a devilish gleam in Renjun’s eyes from where he sits across from you, and all you know is you’re in for a whole new world of mental torture.

“I’ll start.” Renjun raises his hand.

“Cool.” Donghyuck replies. “Have at it.”

“Chenle,” Renjun says, making his selection quickly. “Truth or dare?”

“Me first?” Chenle inhales through his teeth. “I don’t trust you. Truth.”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

Chenle visibly recoils, scratching the top of his head. “Wow, that’s crazy. I don’t know, a couple weeks ago?”

You don’t allow yourself to have a reaction to that. How can you?

“Jaemin.” He points to the pink haired man across from him.

“Dare. Obviously.”

“I dare you to remove one article of clothing every time someone skips a question.” Chenle grins.

“Sure.” Jaemin shrugs in response. “Easy. Mark, what about you?”

“Truth. Your dares are ridiculous.”

The night goes on like that, and eventually, Renjun is asking you the dreaded question.

You roll your eyes, but pick dare. Mistake.

“I dare you to kiss whoever you think the most attractive person is.”

You turn to Jaemin. “Looks like you’re finally taking your shirt off.” You grab the bottle of alcohol and the shot glass, much to Renjun’s dismay.

As you lift the first one to your lips, you catch Chenle’s gaze. His eyes are narrowed as you throw the first back and cringe. While Renjun refills the glass, you and Chenle are in a staring match, almost like he wants to know who you would’ve picked.

Renjun hands you the alcohol. “I’m trying to help you, you know.”

“I don’t need help,” you shoot back. “Stop helping.”

It doesn’t take long after your third for you to feel it, the room spinning slowly as you fight to pay attention to the game. Jaemin found that his shoes counted as an article of clothing, so all he’s got left are his pants, underwear, and one sock.

“Chenle, truth or dare?” Mark asks.

“Dare.” A chorus of ooh’s flood after Chenle says it.

When Renjun leans over to whisper something to Mark, you almost groan out loud.

Mark turns his attention back to Chenle. “Pick one of the girls, and they have to sit on your lap for the rest of the night. If they say no, you have to do the three shots.”

With the alcohol raging through your system, you wouldn’t have the energy to pretend you don’t want that to be you. You won’t hesitate to climb over, despite that being the last thing you should do.

He looks at you, his eyes dancing over your figure before he beckons you over with a single nod. He’s already done his fair share of passing on truths this round, so there’s no way you’re making him take three more shots. He’d be cooked.

Giving yourself a mental pep talk, you shuffle over to him. You hesitate about actually getting on top of him, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm tightly around your waist and pull you as close as he can get you. All you hope is that the catch of your breath isn’t noticeable.

In the split second you look back at him, your gaze travels down to his lips. He’s so close, but you know you have to stop. You can’t let this happen right now. But as soon as you feel the warmth of his body pressed to yours, your thoughts run rampant all over again. It takes every ounce of barely existent willpower to get you to turn towards the group again.

“Relax.” Chenle’s breath tickles your ear as his arms wrap around your midriff. “They want a reaction.”

“How do you—”

“Jaemin, truth or dare?” Chenle ignores whatever question you were about to ask, and your shoulders slump.

A few more rounds pass, and Renjun asks you if you’re interested in anyone. Drunk you can’t lie, so you take two more shots. You shift on top of Chenle to get your shots, and he loosens his grip a bit to give you more room. Without hesitation, you throw the shots back and watch as Jaemin pulls his sock off.

As you take your spot on Chenle’s lap again, you move to try and get comfortable. He holds you still suddenly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “I’m drunk and you’re just moving and I can’t help it—”

“What are you—” And then you feel it.

“Please don’t freak out,” he says, panicking. “They’ll all know and I’ll literally never live this down. If you want to move, just…do it fast.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “Relax.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t pick when it does that.” You shrug. “If I move, will they see it?”

“Um, yeah.” He gulps. “It depends on if they’re sober enough to look, I guess.”

“Next time one of us gets the chance, we’ll just…dare the other something to get us out of here,” you suggest.

“Us?” he mutters, and you feel his breath shudder against your neck.

“Is it really just because you’re drunk?” you ask.

Before he has the opportunity to respond, Renjun’s voice catches you off guard. “(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You grip Chenle’s arm tightly.

“I dare you to kiss Chenle.”

You immediately think of the three shots you’ll have to take if you skip this one. Rolling your eyes, you decide you’ll show your friend up this time. You turn around so you’re straddling Chenle’s lap instead. The hard bulge in his sweats presses right against your core, and you swear you’re going to lose your fucking mind.

“Is this okay?” you ask him, shamelessly staring at his lips.

“God, yes.” He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you in, his mouth meeting yours harshly. You have to keep reminding yourself not to grind against him.

Your core throbs with want, and you’re sure your panties are ruined at this point. The only thing that pulls you away from the man beneath you is the woops and hollers of your friend group. The tips of your ears burn as you realize what you’ve just done, but you want to get him out of there now more than ever.

“Chenle,” you say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Truth or dare?”

His fingers are still in your hair, like any shame the two of you would’ve felt is out of sight. He wets his lips. “Dare.”

“Come upstairs with me.”

The uproar around you almost drowns out Chenle’s question.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “Even if we don’t do anything, they’re gonna think—”

“Stop worrying so much. Walk close behind me so they don’t see.”

Chenle glances up at the ceiling like he’s contemplating his options. Before long, he’s nodding. You carefully lift yourself off his lap, and the two of you stand at the same time. While you’re in front of him, the bulge in his pants is undeniable, and you almost grin in triumph. As he leads you through the group with your back basically pressed to his chest, you glare at Renjun, who smiles widely as if he’s won or something.

He leads you up the stairs and down a hallway, stopping at one of the doors in the middle. “This is where I stay whenever I drink too much.”

“So open the door, then.”

“You need to decide what you want right now,” he says, scanning over you. “If all of that was to save me from the embarrassment of our friends seeing how you made my dick hard, you don’t have to come in here.”

“If you knew half the shit I’ve thought about when it comes to you, I think you’d stop talking to me.” You let out an airy chuckle. “Open the door, Chenle.”

He does, gesturing for you to walk in first. You don’t even take a second to admire the room, because as soon as the outside world is blocked off, you pull his wrist until he’s pressed against you.

“You think about me?” He tilts his head. “What kind of things?”

“I’m not the one who popped a boner just from me sitting on your lap. Do you have some thoughts you’d like to share?”

“Oh, come on, now.” He narrows his eyes and weaves his fingers through your hair to tug your head back. “I fucking know you’re soaked. The way you kissed me out there? Whatever way you’ve thought about me must be…”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” You lean up, his lips brushing yours.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his grip tightening as he kisses you and walks you backwards. The back of your knees hit the mattress, and he lets you fall onto it. When he moves to climb over you, you spread your legs to accommodate him. His mouth is back on yours in an instant, his hands everywhere.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he groans against you. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You roll your hips up, and as his hands slide under your shirt, the rest of the night gets blurred.

When you wake up, you’re surprised to find your headache isn’t that bad. At first, as you’re staring at the ceiling, you forget what happened yesterday.

But then you feel the warmth of Chenle’s body next to you, his bare skin lighting fires on yours. He looks like an angel while he sleeps, but you feel an overwhelming urge to run. This wasn’t how you wanted it to happen. At the end of the day, you’ve wanted him for a long time, to the point where you’d created versions of him in your head.

The Chenle you daydreamed about is not the one in front of you, but you wonder how similar they could be.

You wish you could remember last night–the way he felt inside you, how he treated your body. All of that waiting to not even remember what it felt like.

You carefully remove his arm from around you and gather up the courage to get out of bed. As quietly as possible, you dress yourself and make your way to the door. With your hand on the handle, you blink at his sleeping form. You wonder briefly if he’ll remember the events from last night, if he’ll remember it was you, and if he’ll be upset you’re leaving.

The thought is quickly squandered and shoved away, and you leave him curled in his sheets like an angel. You sigh as you make your way down the stairs. Whatever peace you may have known within your silent daydreams are gone, considering your entire friend group watched you go upstairs with him last night. You and Chenle had been friends for years, but you’ve always wanted him in more ways than you’d let everyone think. Years worth of daydreams and hopes and wishes led to some form of delusion where you felt like you knew him cosmically.

Now you’ve done exactly what you’ve craved for so long, but it doesn’t feel right. And even though you feel like you know him, you only know the idea of him, truly. A made up version in your head that has you all kinds of fucked up.

You curse under your breath, letting your eyes roll as you blink back tears. The kitchen comes into view, and you’re surprised to be met by Jaemin and Renjun, too.

“Well, well, well.” Jaemin tsks, narrowing his eyes. “Are you sneaking away from the man of the hour?”

“Sneaking away is a little strong,” you mutter. “Renjun, you drove.”

“I figured you’d be wrapped up all day.” Your roommate pouts.

You glare at him. “Could you stop that? And get your ass out of this house so you can take me home? I need to shower.”

“I’m sure Chenle wouldn’t mind if you—”

“Renjun.”

The serious tone of your voice has both Renjun and Jaemin losing their smiles. They exchange glances, and then your roommate grabs his keys and follows you out of the front.

“Is everything okay?” Renjun asks once you get in the car.

“I—” You sigh. “Yeah, it’s fine. I just feel…sticky, and I’d like to shower and change my clothes.”

“Does he know?”

“Know what?”

“That you left.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

You gulp, wondering if it would’ve been so bad if you’d stayed until he woke up.

But it would’ve. You’re closer to him than he’ll ever be with you, and you have your own mind to thank for that. You’ve imagined late night trysts, laughing with him over nothing, kissing him just because you felt like it. If you’re going to let yourself cross a physical line with him in the real world, how the hell do you build something with someone you’ve already mentally created an entire home with in your head?

“He likes you, you know.” Renjun taps his fingers on the steering wheel, but his eyes are locked on the road. “He wouldn’t have slept with you otherwise. And this is just gonna make him think you don’t like him back, and literally everyone knows you do.”

“It was…all wrong, okay? And I can’t even remember it, so does it even count for anything?”

“So…you left?”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” You shake your head, cross your arms over your chest, and stare out the window. “I’m sure he’ll bring it up.”

As soon as you get home, you get in the shower. You mentally chastise yourself the whole time, and then you get out and change your clothes. Logically, Chenle would be up by now, and he’d notice you were gone. You don’t even want to look at your phone. None of it even has to do with him—you’re just not ready to shatter the image of who he is in your head. What if he’s nothing like the Chenle you’ve created?

But when you grab your phone, you have no notifications on your screen. You swallow hard, knowing that in attempting to save your precious image of him, you might’ve hurt him by leaving him alone.

The Chenle from your head would’ve rushed over the second he realized you were gone. You lay on your bed, grab one of your pillows, and cradle it to your chest as you stare at the wall. How do you explain you’re in love with a man that’s not real? That you’ve made him into someone he’s not and spun stories upon stories that he’ll never actually share with you?

A knock sounds at your door.

“Go away, Renjun,” you grumble, still facing the opposite direction.

It opens anyway.

“Does Renjun usually come to your room a lot?” Chenle’s voice startles you from your fetal position, and you drop your pillow as you whip around to face him.

His shoulder presses into the doorframe and his arms are crossed over his chest. A different pair of sweats clings to his hips, and a simple, long black T-shirt covers his upper half.

“Why do you look so surprised?” he asks. “Did I tell you I wanted you to leave?”

“Chenle, I—”

“Do you regret it? Is that why you left? I’m just trying to figure this out because, at the very least, I don’t want things to be weird between us. So, let’s talk about it.”

“Aren’t things already weird?” You bring your knees up to your chest.

“Well, they were. And I kind of figured that’s what resulted in last night. It doesn’t matter what happens at the end of the conversation as long as we’re good, okay? I’m not expecting anything from you except for us not imploding our friend group.” He taps his foot on the ground.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath and pat the spot next to you. “Close the door.”

He does as you ask and then takes the spot next to you, keeping his hands flat on his thighs. Staring forward, he can’t seem to sit still.

“Do you have something you’d like to say?” You tilt your head. “You seem nervous.”

“I just—I guess I just really want to know why you left.” He laughs at himself. “Not even for my ego purposes, but…did you not like it? Was it bad for you?”

You scratch your forehead and scrunch your face up. “To be honest, I don’t remember any of it.”

Realization dawns on him, and his cheeks paint a gentle pink as he averts his gaze from yours.

“We were drunk, Lele, I didn’t forget on purpose.” You want him to say whatever it is on his mind. He looks like he’s biting his tongue.

“No, I know that.” He nods. “It was kind of a big deal for me. Not that I’m trying to make you feel bad or anything because that’s also not your fault, but I…I really like you, (Y/N). So, that was…real for me, I guess.”

His confession takes you off guard, despite Renjun already telling you. You created a perfect version of Chenle in your mind, but never for a moment did you believe he might live up to those expectations. Now, you’re not sure.

“Drunk or not, I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t like you, too, you know.” You nudge his shoulder. “It was a lot. And I was pissed at myself for not remembering it.”

“Yeah, I’d probably be freaked out if I didn’t remember.” He pauses. “Are you okay? If I’d known that would happen, I wouldn’t have—”

“Relax,” you reassure him. “It’s embarrassing how long I’ve wanted to do that. Even more embarrassing that it actually happened and I have no clue if I made a fool of myself.”

He clears his throat, eyebrows jumping up. “You did not.”

“Well, in that case, everything is right in the world.” You shrug.

“So…” Chenle sighs. “What now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do we do from here? Are we…a thing? Is that what you want?”

His fingers trail up and down your spine, his eyes meeting yours through the darkness. He’s gentle with you, and the brush of his skin on yours is almost too soft to feel. With every blink, his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, and you trace over his features mentally. You stare at him, the stillness of the room around you making him that much more heavenly.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to say that, but I think I am.”

In order to be with this Chenle, you have to let the one in your head go. But how can you do that? How do you erase complete storylines?

“I think I need some time.” You inhale slowly. “It’s a lot all at once, and I just need to make sure it’s a good decision—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he says, putting his hand on your knee. “I get it. Do whatever you need to do, and I’ll obviously respect whatever you decide.”

“You okay?” he whispers, pulling you closer. “You seem sad today.”

“I’m never sad when I’m with you.”

“I…I’ll see you around, okay?” He doesn’t do well at hiding his hurt and disappointment, and while that tears you apart, you need to figure out if this is something you’re willing to risk. The perfect image of him might shatter, and is that really fair to either of you?

You place your hand on top of his and nod, finally looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lele.”

“I promise, it’s okay. I get it.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m here for you if you need anything. Seriously.”

His words sink in, and your stomach twists.

“You know I’m here for you if you need anything,” Chenle tells you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. Not when I’m here.”

“You scare me,” you admit to him. “Falling for you scares me.”

“I’d be more worried if you weren’t scared.” He laughs and leans back against your couch, spreading his arms across the back.

“Come on,” you deadpan.

“How about you relax a little? C’mere.” He beckons you closer. “I’ll show you how nice it is to be with someone.”

At this point, it all feels real. Every thought you’ve manufactured about him has become so real to you, you can’t fathom the Chenle sitting in front of you isn’t the same person.

He leans forward and presses his lips to your cheek, but within the blink of an eye, he’s standing up and walking away from you. If your vision didn’t blur, you wouldn’t notice the tears welling in your eyes. It feels like the end. The end of a beginning you never really had, but you know something has to happen. You have to figure your own shit out before you can even think about him.

They’re the same person, but an overwhelming feeling of guilt takes over. You’re lying to him. Both versions of him, actually. And now you’ve got yourself caught up in the real world with no way to explain why you can’t move forward with him. How do you tell him it’s because he’s not who you pictured him to be?

But how do you know that if you never give him the opportunity?

You bury your head in your pillow and scream. The answer would come sooner or later.

When you fall asleep that night, the answer comes quicker than you thought it would. You fade into your dream world, which is the only time you get with him uninterrupted. These always feel so…real.

Dreams and imagined thoughts become fact, reality. Where do you draw the line?

His form is warm next to you, but here, fear doesn’t exist. You curl closer to him. He hums in content and kisses the top of your head.

“What’s going on?” he mumbles, voice deep with sleep. “You okay?”

“I don’t know.” You inhale shakily. “Why does this feel real?”

“What? Because it is.” Laughter intertwines with his voice, but your irritation sets in. Now your delusion has a mind of its own.

You sit up in the bed, looking over at him. “Chenle, I’m serious. We both know this is all fake.”

“The love isn’t fake. The admiration and the way we want each other. You didn’t want to sleep alone, and this was a safe option. What’s changing your mind?”

“You.” After a brief pause, you drop your head into your hands. “The real you. No matter what I do, if I stick around here, I still wake up alone. I don’t have anything without this, and this is barely even…”

“I can’t tell you what to do,” Chenle replies. He reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against you. “Do what you think is right. If you don’t give him the opportunity to prove himself, you’ll be stuck here. If you do, and he fucks it up, you can always come back. I’ll always be there for you.”

“That’s the problem, I think.” You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head. “As long as I know you’re here, I’m never going to want him. It’ll always be you.”

“Then you know what you need to do.”

“I’m scared.”

“That’s natural. He’s not going to hurt you. He loves you.” This version of Chenle is so soft with you. So gentle. So overly cognizant of everything going through your head.

Because you created him. Because he knows every corner of your brain.

Expecting the real Chenle to be this way is…unfair, to say the least. He’s separate from you.

“But we—” Your voice breaks. “If I do that, you’ll be gone. Everything we had will be gone.”

“We don’t have anything, (Y/N). You know that. Don’t let him slip away because you’re scared he won’t live up to expectations. Go, and love him. You deserve to be happy.”

He wipes away the tear that falls down your cheek with his thumb, a small smile gracing his features as he regards you with all the care in the world.

“I’m so sorry.” You sigh and pull him away by his wrist. Quickly, you press your lips to his forehead and hug him. “Thank you for everything. But I have to let you go now. I can’t believe I’ve let it go on this long…it feels like I already have a life with him. Like all of this is real and he’s waiting for me to admit it, too.”

“Thoughts don’t make you a bad person. Wanting someone doesn’t make you evil. Not giving them the opportunity to love you back does. Don’t think of all of this as a vow to him, but a vow to yourself. You know what you need, and you shouldn’t accept anything else.” His gaze travels over your face. “Let me go. It’s okay.”

Your jaw quivers as you will reality back in. As you watch this perfect, handmade version of the man you love dissipate right in front of your eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile as he fades into nothing, and your heart pangs as you see the same thing happen in all of the memories you forged.

You’re free. And that can only mean one thing.

You give yourself a week of space from Chenle. Any version of him. In that time, you find the one created in your head doesn’t appear nearly as often. On the seventh night, you’re alone, staring up at your ceiling while trying to sleep.

At times like these, you’d usually depend on the man you crafted, but the longer you’re away from him, the more you crave the real version. He admitted he likes you, and all you have to do is tell him you feel the same. It shouldn’t be that hard.

Your phone tells you it’s just past midnight. You throw your blanket off of you, and you don’t even change out before you’re preparing to leave your house. Maybe showing up at his place at this hour with soft pink shorts and a matching shirt would introduce some problems, but you don’t care about any of them.

His lights are still on when you pull into his driveway. You give yourself one last mental pep talk, and then you’re launching out of your seat and approaching him for the first time in a week. You knock on his door. Inside is silent, so you pace while you wait for him to let you in.

He opens it, blinking in shock at you. Everything about him is so simple right now, and you might like him best like this. A thin, silver chain is clasped around his neck, dipping beneath the neckline of his oversized T-shirt.

“It’s freezing outside,” he scolds you, pulling you into the house. “Are you alright? You didn’t tell me you were—”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him. He lets out a short gasp, but he quickly recuperates and gives you back everything tenfold. His hand lies flat on the small of your back as he presses you as close to him as he can. He spins you around and walks you back until you’re between him and the wall.

You don’t realize the force behind the action, but something around you clatters to the floor.

“Shit,” he groans as he pulls away from you.

When he looks over his shoulder, you peek past him, and find Jaemin, Karina, and Renjun staring at you with wide eyes. Your face burns as you drop your forehead against Chenle’s chest.

“I…yeah, they’re here right now.” He lets out a breathless chuckle. “I would’ve told you, but…you know.”

“Actually, we’re about to head out.” Jaemin clears his throat. “Like don’t let us interrupt anything. Karina was just saying how tired she was, and Renjun really doesn’t like being out this late anyway. So we’ll…see you guys tomorrow. Or not. Depending on how tonight works out. But it looks like she’s a woman on a mission so—”

“Jaemin, shut the hell up.” Karina glares at him.

“Right. Bye!” Jaemin giggles as the three of them exit, leaving you and Chenle alone to bask in whatever the hell this aftermath is.

“You—you’re here.” Chenle leans away from you to catch your eyes. “Are you okay? Sorry, they probably made that awkward.”

“I’m okay. Great, actually. I…I thought about it, about us, and I want to try. As long as that’s what you still want.”

You fidget with your hands, and he reaches down to stop you. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he grants you a soft smile.

“Of course, I still want that. I’ve liked you for so long, I’m not gonna randomly stop now.” He pulls you in for a hug, breathing you in.

When the two of you move away from each other, you can’t help the way your gaze naturally locks on his mouth. Nothing compares to the feeling of them on yours. You cup his cheek, and the next thing you know, both of you are leaning in.

He stops just before your lips brush. “You’re sober this time, yeah?”

“Seriously?” You push at his chest. “Of course, I am.”

A smile breaks out on his face, and he cuts his chuckle off by kissing you. You mold into his body and sigh against him when you feel his hand on your lower back. A shaky breath escapes you as his palms travel downward, squeezing your ass before reaching your thighs. With his unspoken hint, you allow him to lift you up, and then he’s taking you down the hall.

Before you’re even in his bedroom, he’s putting you down and sliding beneath your shirt, pulling the silky fabric over your head. He pauses at the sight of your bare breasts, immediately leaning down to latch his lips to your collarbone. You sigh and grab the hem of his T-shirt.

“Tell me how it was last time,” you whisper, the ache between your legs already too much to bear. “Was it good?”

“So fucking good,” he confirms, dragging his lips up your pulse to kiss your jaw. “I laid you down on the edge of the bed and made you cum on my tongue. Did you know how much you fucking squirm?”

You press your thighs together. “Chenle…”

“You were so wet when I fucked you.” He pushes your shorts down. “How long were you waiting for that moment? Hm?”

“Why don’t we do it all again?” You grab his hand and guide it between your legs. He easily complies, his fingers finding your clit through your panties.

You grind down against the pressure he barely applies, throwing your head back at the sensation. He nips on your neck before sliding the embarrassingly wet fabric away from your core. Two of his long fingers stretch you open, and you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips.

You don’t know how you possibly could’ve forgotten this last time, because you certainly never will now. His palm hits your clit with every thrust of his hand, and your brain quickly turns fully focused on finding a way to reach euphoria.

“So wet for me again,” he mumbles. “So fucking perfect.”

You grab at his wrist to get him to remove his fingers, and then you’re turning him around and pushing him to sit on the edge of the mattress. Like you’ve lost every sense of control, you climb onto his lap, tugging at his shirt. He finally takes it off while you work on pulling his sweats down enough to get his cock out.

“You gonna ride me?” He grips your ass and squeezes. “Gonna show me how bad you want me?”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course.” He moves his hands to your hips and lowers you a bit more on his lap.

You reach down and line him up with your entrance, watching as he inhales in anticipation. Sinking all the way down, you whine at the feeling of him stretching your inner walls.

“Pretty pussy’s all mine,” he murmurs, rocking his hips up. “Wanted me so much you can’t even wait ‘til I make you cum first.”

Your body urges you to move. Nothing is enough to satiate this growing urge except for him. You slowly lift up to tentatively sit back down, and then you hold on to his shoulders, keeping a steady pace in how fast you take him. His eyes grow hazy at the pleasure, and he digs his nails into your skin. Everything else in the world disappears as he stretches you out, as he reaches a deep spot inside you that has you crying out.

Short, low moans leave his lips as he thrusts up harder, leaving your body shaking in his grasp. Nobody has ever made you feel the way he does. Your thighs begin to ache from your increased pace, but when he reaches down to rub circles on your clit, you easily forget the burning sensation.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His eyes roll slightly, but he’s determined to keep his pace. “You gonna cum for me? C’mon, baby, squeeze my cock.”

Your speed increases more, but your movements are more erratic, chasing a high that’s so, so close to you. He leans forward and wraps his lips around your nipple, and flicks it with his tongue.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck, and as you spasm on top of him, you attempt to keep your pace. Curses spew from his mouth, and he wraps his arm around you to flip you onto your back. He puts your legs on his shoulders and grips onto your hips. His skin slaps against yours and despite your overstimulation, he finds your throbbing, sensitive bud again as he thrusts hard enough for the bed to join you in crying out.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans. Strands of his hair stick to his forehead in sweat, but he doesn’t relent. “Almost there. You can give me one more.”

You whine his name, squirming wildly until you feel another knot tying deep inside you. He stretches you to your limits, and never fails to reach that spot that has your eyes rolling back.

His eyebrows furrow in concentration as the bed squeaks unforgivingly below you. He moves your legs and turns you to the side, digging his nails into your thigh as he picks up his speed. His hips smack into you so hard, your whines and moans are loud and distorted from the movements.

He thrusts into you one more time before he spills his load. You’re both panting. Shock courses through you at the course of events, but you fucking loved it. He pulls out slowly, guiding you onto your back.

He pushes his sweats all the way down but settles his cock back in his boxers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna grab something to clean you up.” He heads toward his bathroom and leaves you on his mattress.

You’re asleep before he even comes back.

When you wake up, you’re staring at your own ceiling, in your place in your own bed. Disappointment weighs heavily on your shoulders, but you know exactly what this is. The emptiness on the other side of your bed proves to you all you needed to know—It’s getting pathetic at this point.

There’s an ache between your thighs from the aftermath of the dream, but since you’ll be meeting up with everyone later, you’d feel bad for taking care of yourself at the thought of one of your closest friends railing you.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it?

Soon enough, you'll confuse yourself between the fantasy you've built in your brain and the real world. You’ve never actually touched him, not really. So, at the end of the day, is there anything to be guilty about?

But that thought does more damage than it helps. It’s not going to work out for you, and you’ll always be here, Chenle heavy on your mind, all while you’re guilty as sin.

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Scandalous [Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas] (Helluva Boss) Bonus - Friendless Horse-Fuckers And Their Sissy Lifestyles

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

If there's one thing all members of I.M.P. can agree on, it's their distaste for visits to the Greed ring.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9

Warnings: this chapter does not interfere with the plot of the series. mentions of sex all around as usual, Chaz deserves a warning of his own cause hes annoyin, Crimson does too cause he's awful. This is basically just the exes and ohhs episode just for funsies. There's a hint somwhere out here of something important that will happen in a future chapter, i doubt yall can figure it out!!

Word count: 5,630

Business was low today. 

So much so that you, Moxxie and Loona had been hanging out in the meeting room, just on your phones, for almost an hour now, while Millie had gone out to get everybody lunch, and Blitzø was in his office doing who-the-fuck-knows-what. 

Moxxie turned off his phone, staring at Loona for a few seconds before speaking. “You know, I checked the scale today. It says I lost two pounds this week,” he boasted.

Loona looked up from the screen, only long enough to roll her eyes at him, uninterested. Now that had to be a new type of bored, as usually she wouldn’t miss any opportunity to irritate him by pestering about his weight, which you knew she and Blitzø only really did because they new it wasn’t a real issue- it just made him mad, and they found it hilarious to see him so exasperated. 

And it worked every time- this time she didn’t even having to say anything. “I. Am not. Fat!” 

The door was kicked open with full force, grabbing everyone’s attention, and Millie entered the room, fuming with anger. 

She walked back and forth around the room, each heavy step making it tremble, as she mumbled incoherent insults under her breath. She obviously needed to let out some steam, so you pulled up one of the human cardboard cutouts you used as targets for training for her, and, sure enough, she attacked it instantly, tearing it to shreds with her bare teeth and claws as she let out borderline animalistic shrieks.

Moxxie shot you a scared look, to which you shrugged, in a silent message of ‘she’s your wife, you talk to her’. He cleared his throat. “Millie, honey? Everything okay?”

She full-on hissed at him, but he wasn’t really bothered by it. She took a breath, giving herself a second to calm down and talk to him. “Yeah. I just… bumped into an ex.”

You and Loona immediately whipped your heads around to  see Moxxie’s reaction. He tried to seem cool.  “Oh! Ohh…”

Millie kept on complaining, her accent thicker than ever, like it always got when she got truly mad. “He just kept going on about how he has money now, and… a bright future! And a bigger cock!”

“Wait, what?” Moxxie questioned, clearly taken aback by the last statement. (Which was a pretty fair thing to be taken aback by.)

“Every time I see his stupid face I can’t help it, I just need to…” She let out a yell, angrily punching the closest thing to her. This time’s victim was the file cabinet beside her, which she took down with one punch, sending the contents of it flying out onto the floor.

Blitzø walked into the room, phone in hand. “What the fuck is all this noise? I got a client!”

“Sorry, sir, I’ll get this all cleaned-” Moxxie kneeled on the floor to collect the mess. “What is this?” He wordlessly held out a really disturbing picture of two imps… in horse costumes… kissing each other. In a rather… gross way. 

Blitzø was a freak, that you already knew all too well, but that doesn’t mean any of you wanted to see any of whatever this was. You made eye contact with Moxxie and pretended to gag, making him let out a laugh.

Blitzø walked up to him, grabbing the photo and taking a look at it. “Uhhh, it’s research. For science.” He let go of it, making his way back out of the room. “Put it back correctly, okay? I alphabetized ‘em.” 

Sometimes you’d find out about weird shit like this and wonder how it was possible you let this man fuck you every single month. Then the full moon would come around again and he’d shut you right up.

You kneeled on the floor next to Moxxie. “I’ll help you out.” Millie was still out of her mind and Loona didn’t really give a shit, so you and Moxxie began putting everything back in place by yourselves.

You barely had any time to do so, though, because in a minute Blitzø was running back into the room and straight towards the big window. “What the fuck is that?” He asked no one in particular, making you, Moxxie and Millie follow him to the window to see what he was talking about. There was a funny-looking helicopter outside, flying dangerously close to the wall-

There was no wall anymore. 

Really, this was getting ridiculous. How many more times would you have to pay to get this stupid wall rebuilt? 

Blitzø seemed to be thinking of the same thing. “Satan’s ass crack, enough with the walls! We have a door!” The wind sent most of Blitzø’s weird pictures flying outside, which you were kind of thankful for. He, in turn, hated it. “My research!”

“It’s not the end of the world, I’m sure you can get more freaky horse porn later.”

“Hey that’s not what that is!” He tried defending himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

The helicopter flew closer to the newly created enormous hole on the wall, extending out a ramp so you could make your way inside of it. “I.M.P.? Right this way, please,” the pilot called. 

You instinctively grabbed your dagger, and saw Millie and Moxxie pull their own weapons out as well. 

“Uh, sir… what’s going on?” Moxxie asked Blitzø, who simply dismissed the imp’s preoccupation with a wave of his hand. 

“Nah, don’t worry, it’s just some fancy schmuck from Greed wanting to do business with us,” the boss replied, climbing onto the ramp. Well, if he’s sure it’s okay. The three of you followed him, putting your weapons away.

Moxxie still seemed extremely unsure of the situation. “Uh, sir? I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’ll be fine. Now get your asses moving.”

All four of you climbed into the tiny space inside the helicopter. You sat next to Millie, who tried putting on the seatbelt, but realized it was broken. “Uuuuh, is this thing safe?” Taking a better look at it, there wasn’t anything in there that didn’t look much too used or somehow broken. 

“Don’t worry! We are professionals!” The pilot guaranteed. You shared a look with her- that hadn’t eased your worries at all. Anyhow, they took off, on your way to the Greed ring. Now that’s a ring you didn’t enjoy visiting all that much.

Moxxie voiced similar thoughts, but sounded much more than just irritated over it. “Ugh, I hate this place.”

“Oh, yeah! This is your old stomping ground, isn’t it?” Blitzø remembered.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Moxxie looked out of the window, pointing somewhere down. “I grew up just over there. Swore I’d never come back, and- uhhhh… uhhh, what- what- where are we going?” Oh shit, you were flying precisely towards the place Moxxie had just pointed out. His expression went dark, almost… scared. “Blitz, who did you say this meeting was with?”

“I’m not sure. Just some rich somebody or other who wanted to discuss biz at his place.”

The helicopter finally landed, making Moxxie more exasperated than you’ve ever seen him. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” He was literally trembling in fear. This was where he’d grown up, and he was clearly expecting something terrible. But then who could have been the one to call Blitzø up here?

An imp who look freakishly similar to Moxxie, save a few things here and there and the obvious difference in age, walked out of the front door. “There he is! There’s my boy. Get over here and give ya daddy a hug!”

“Daddy?” you, Millie and Blitzø all asked in unison, shocked. 

Oh. OH. This was bad, wasn’t it? Because it seemed really, really bad. 

None of you really knew anything about Moxxie’s family, as he never really did want to discuss any aspect of his past. You all respected that, letting him tell you only whatever he felt comfortable to. But you did know he did not like speaking about his father in any circumstance whatsoever, and never, ever visited. It wasn’t that difficult to fill in the gaps and realize the man probably sucked. And if he had to do all of this only to trick Moxxie into meeting with him it was certainly because he knew there was no way in hell Moxxie would have agreed if he was simply asked to.

Looking at Moxxie himself was confirmation enough, too. Eyes wide and mouth agape, hands curled into fists in either side of his body, and the slight tremble that still coursed through him, you’d say he looked equal parts pissed and terrified. That surely couldn’t be good. 

“I only let Moxxie call me that. Unless ya pay me!” The man laughed an exaggerated laugh.

“Guys, uhm,” Moxxie cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “This is my father, Crimson. Sir, this is my boss, Blitz, my friend, y/n, and my-”

“Millie! I’m his wife!” Millie offered the man a handshake, eagerly introducing herself. 

He took her hand, kissing the back of it instead of shaking it. “And what a beautiful wife you are. Mox, where you been hiding this pretty little thang?”

Millie visibly cringed a bit, embarrassed that Moxxie’s father apparently didn’t even know he was married. “Oh, I’m sure he would have introduced us… eventually.”

“Oh, I’m sure, sweetheart,” he agreed before turning to you. “And you’re a… friend, then?” He checked you out, amused, but didn’t bother taking your hand. 

“Yup.”

“Must be a really trusting relationship the two of you have that you can be friends with this one, Mox.”

Millie looked stunned that he’d even say that, and Moxxie fumed at the out-of-line comment. You couldn’t form any words to reply.

He moved on to shake Blitzø’s hand. “And you gotta be Blitz, with the silent ‘o’. Right?” Blitzø looked weirded out, but let the man place an arm around his shoulders. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you and your work.”

“Really? What kind of shit has Moxxie been spreading about me? I’ll fucking kill you, Moxxie, don’t you fucking test me-”

“No, no! From all over! Looks like you’re building a bit of a name for yourself here, kid.”

“Really? Huh, well I guess it’s about time folks recognized my talent.” This seemed suspicious all-around, but Blitzø was letting himself get wooed by all the compliments. Crimson laughed exaggeratedly at his comment, which only solidified your thoughts of him trying desperately to get on his good side. No one’s that funny.

“I like your attitude. Well, I hope you’re all hungry. We put together a fabulous dinner for ya!” Blitzø followed him inside, and you took a last look at Millie and Moxxie behind you before heading in as well, leaving them to talk among themselves. Crimson didn’t seem to think like you, though, yelling out for them and interrupting whatever moment they could have to talk. “Hey, you two. Move it! Before it gets cold.” They followed suit.

Crimson led the four of you to a small, dark room with a bar, two couches and a couple chairs. It all looked very fancy. Moxxie had never let it slip that he’d come from this much money.

Moxxie and Millie sat down next to each other on one of the couches, and you and Blitzø sat side by side on the other one.

Crimson poured a glass of whiskey for Blitzø, and Blitzø only. Classic. “So, Blitz, were you always a hitman?”

“No, not always. You know, I was in the circus for a long time.”

Crimson sat back on his own chair, right across from you. “Show business! Good money in that.” The room fell into an awkward silence as Blitzø downed his drink and he lit up a cigar.

Moxxie spoke up. “What are we doing here… sir?”

It was weird to watch Moxxie refer to someone other than Blitzø as that. You didn’t even think he should call Blitzø that, honestly, but that was for him to decide. But to call his own father something so impersonal? The man had to be strict motherfucker.

“Moooxxiee, I raised you better than that. Ya know there’s no business before dinner! Besides, we’re still waiting on one more.”

One more?

As if perfectly on cue, the door was kicked open, and in made his way a shark demon with a stupid haircut, his energy not matching the one in the room at all. “Woo-hoo-hoo! What is up, party people?”

“CHAZ?” Both Millie and Moxxie asked, wide-eyed, at the same time. “Wait. What?”

Moxxie pointed between Millie and the Chaz guy. “You know him?”

Millie facepalmed, letting out a groan. “You remember that ex I was talking about?” Oh, so that was the guy with the bigger cock or whatever it was? 

He walked up to stand behind the couple, squishing them together in an uncomfortable embrace. “Looks like I have two big sex reunions today! How lucky am I?”

Oh fuck. “Did you date him too?” Millie asked Moxxie, both still trapped in the shark’s embrace.

He was the one to answer, too, letting out a laugh, full of himself. “Yeah. No big deal, but I usually bone half the people in any room I’m in.”

You couldn’t even imagine what could have possessed both Moxxie and Millie to date this asshole. What a big fucking upgrade to date this asshole and then to marry each other. That did not seem to be where Blitzø’s mind had wandered with all this. “Are you fucking kidding me? There’s someone who’s fucked both of you?” 

“Blitz. Not the vibe, at all,” you elbowed his side and he rolled his eyes. 

“What? It’s true!”

Moxxie pulled himself free of Chaz’z hold. “It was a long time ago,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

The demon wouldn’t let it go, though. “But I remember it like it was yesterday. You, a fledgling mafioso, and me, the dashing and extremely sexy muscle. It was like it was written in the stars!”

Wait. Moxxie had been in… the mafia? You took a better look around the room, taking in the two huge demons with angry expressions guarding the door, the exuberant display of wealth through the decorations, the guns all over the place, the- well, everything. In hindsight, how had you not put it together that Crimson was a mobster the moment you stepped into the estate?  It put a lot of stuff into perspective, actually. You couldn’t really imagine Moxxie ever choosing to be in the mob, but his father being a big shot in it? That changed things. It made it a non-choice, an obligation to fulfill.

Blitzø seemed to be processing the information as well, but he was never really known for getting hints, so you knew he wasn’t trying to be inconvenient when he let out a purposefully obnoxious laugh. “HA! Moxxie in the mafia, that’s fucking rich.” His mocking grin slowly turned into a look of realization as he took in the place just like you had. “Oh, shit.”

Millie’s eyebrows raised in concern “you’ve never told me this before!”

Moxxie looked a lot like if he’d merge himself into the couch seat if he could. It was clearly a touchy subject he’d purposefully kept everyone unaware of. It did surprise you that he’d kept it from Millie too, though. “I- I don’t really like to talk about this part of my life, but…” oh boy. It was flashback time. 

Moxxie was a dramatic at heart, and the moment before he’d start telling a story was always recognizable, as he adopted a very specific way of speaking. “I first saw Chaz at my induction into the family. Our eyes met from across the room, and there was just something about him. Something… that was… magnetic!” He great great at setting the scene too: you could almost see things unfold as he went on about how he and Chaz came to be.  

He dwelled on the memories for a moment. “It’s been 84 years…” Was he quoting titanic right now? 

You realized that, but you couldn’t wrap your head around Blitzø noticing it too. There’s no way he’s sat through three hours of Titanic, is there?  “Ain’t that from that boat movie?”

“Did any of that stuff actually happen?”  Millie questioned.

“Ohhh, yeah. But he skipped over the jizz covered parts,” Chaz replied. Satan, was this guy inconvenient. 

“Anyway… things changed when we went on a heist together.” Moxxie went on about how it was supposed to be a simple robbery until things went wrong. He got stuck as they tried to escape, and Chaz ran off with the money, leaving him to be caught. It ended up with him getting thrown in jail, and that part of the story you did know, for he and Blitzø had told you all about it before, as it’s how they met. He’d never told anyone what had gotten him there in the first place until now. 

“Once I got out, I never looked back.” He seemed proud of that last statement. Millie, on the other hand, was focusing on another part of the story, and it was making her growl.

Chaz seemed uneasy, and it was within reason to feel uneasy: she clearly had intentions to rip him to shreds. “Well…” he pulled on the collar of his shirt, nervous. “It was a long time ago.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” She yelled out, not a moment of hesitation before attempting to jump on him, who hid behind Crimson’s chair like a coward. 

“Crazy bitch!”

Millie pulled out a knife in pire, blind rage. Okay, maybe now was time to do something about this before things got messy. As much as you didn’t really care if the asshole lived or died: he should die for what he did to your friend and also… he was an all around annoying dude. But it probably wouldn’t be any good to have her kill a mob boss’ special guest. 

Thinking along the same line as you, Moxxie and Blitzø pulled her back to stop her, and you carefully grabbed the knife from her hand. She breathed heavily, but stopped fighting. The anger wasn’t going anywhere, though. “You should die, bitch.” Again, fair.

A maid calmly walked into the room, completely unfazed by the chaos happening in it, to announce the food had been served. 

At the dinner table, Millie’s eyes shot daggers at the shark imp, who ate happily by her side, Moxxie’s expression got more depressing by the second, and Blitzø was visibly antsy. You were unsure what to do as you waited for someone to break the silence. 

Unfortunately, the person to do so was Blitzø. You love him (well, maybe not love him, but you get the gist), but man, was he not blessed with the gift of good timing. “So. This is aggressively uncomfortable.”

You twirled a piece of meat around on your plate with a fork, looking at him. “No shit.”

“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

“I suppose ya wanna know why ya here,” Crimson finally said.

“Yeah, so what gives? I mean, you know we kill people on earth, right? We don’t normally do contracts for locals.”

“Not anymore,” you chimed in.

“Yeah. So if you wanna do business with us, you gotta-“

“I don’t wanna do business with I.M.P.” Crimson stated. “I wanna do business with Moxxie.”

Moxxie all but jumped on his seat, startled. “Me?”

“Yeah. I summoned I.M.P. to be sure you’d show.” Oh, so he was well aware Moxxie wouldn’t have shown up otherwise. He said it with no shame either. “Because, well, we’re bringing Chaz into the family.”

“What? Since when can just anyone join the family?”

“Come on, Mox. You had responsibilities here that I had to pick up once you left. Now Chaz is going to lighten the load.”

“Wait. I thought you always hated his guts.”

“Well, I don’t know if I exactly hated him…”

“You called him a ‘friendless horse-fucker’ and said we lived a ‘sissy lifestyle’,” Moxxie reasoned, an eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah, well, I was wrong,” his father shrugged. “You’ve been gone a long time, Mox. A man can change.” From what you’d gathered about him in this short time you could hardly believe that was the case here, and, from the looks of it, Moxxie didn’t, either. He had the nerve to keep going. “And so has Chaz.”

“Yeah, I’ve grown! Matured! And recently came into millions!” He displayed a smile. 

Oh, how convenient that Moxxie’s father had changed his mind about him just when he became rich. Chaz leaned back on his chair. “But, you know, mostly the mature thing.”

“Oooh okay. So the horseless friend-fucker over here gets a little moola and suddenly it’s worth wasting our time over?” Blitzø questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I’m the whole package! If you know what I mean,” he winked. What did he mean? He didn’t seem to have any redeeming qualities, let alone ones that could ever make him ‘the whole package’. He rolled his eyes, explaining himself: “I got a big dick.”

Millie looked over at Crimson. “What does any of this have to do with Moxxie?”

He finished his food in no rush. “There’s gonna be a ceremony tomorrow. Moxxie here is going to officially release his holdings in the organization. Then you can get back to ignoring ya family to ya heart’s content.”

Millie stood up to face him. “Maybe he wouldn’t ignore his family if they didn’t force him to rub elbows with a no good shark-toothed fuckface!” In an instant, she had her knife to Chaz’s throat again. 

When did she even retrieve it from you? 

“Hey, look, everybody! Relax. I know tensions have been high tonight. Say, why don’t ya stay here and get some rest? We’ll have the ceremony tomorrow, and then you will be free to leave. I have your rooms all prepared!” Free to leave? Was he offering for you to stay or demanding it? 

There’s no way you’d be staying here with- 

“Yes, sir,” Moxxie agreed without questioning, standing up from his seat, defeated. 

“Mox?” Millie asked, a silent question of ‘are you sure?’ lingering along with his name.

Moxxie said nothing in return, only turning around to make his way out of the dining room. It was his father. His house. His choice. So you all stood up to follow him to your rooms.

You’d barely made your way out the door before his father called for him. 

“Just give me a minute, Millie. I’ll be there,” he reassured her before re-entering the dining room, leaving all of you to be accompanied by one of the mansion’s employees to the bedrooms. 

Millie was visibly worried, and it was nothing but understandable. Moxxie was clearly uneasy and extremely uncomfortable with all of this, and there were moments during the night when he’d looked genuinely scared. You intertwined your arm with hers as you walked the long hallway, a silent gesture that told her you shared her worry and were there for her. She half-smiled at tou in return, acknowledging it.

Suddenly, all of you had to stop on your tracks, as it was impossible to ignore the fact that the ceiling and all the decorations decorations in the hallway were now all covered in… dildos. You tried conjuring anything else that those could be, but that’s what they were, which was fucking weird. What the fuck was the purpose of that?

Blitzø found it the funniest thing ever. “HA! There’s dicks in the walls! Now that’s fucking hilarious!” You laughed with him, rolling your eyes before pushing him to keep walking. 

After being showed your designated rooms, you mention waiting for Moxxie with Millie in their room so she wouldn’t spiral being on her own, but the imp guiding you insists you stay in your separate rooms, which, again, is fucking weird. He’s so adamant about it, though,  that Millie just tells you to let it go.

“You sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah. Mox will be here in a second.”

“‘Kay. I’m right here if you need me. Right?”

“Right.” She nods before disappearing into her room.

You make a face at the imp waiting for you to get inside your room. “I need to go to the bathroom.” He points to the end of the hallway, and you make your way inside. 

By the time you get out, he’s not around anymore. You calmly walk towards your bedroom, taking your time checking out the decorations on the walls (the dildos are gone by now) as you go. Before you get to your door, Millie slams hers open, threatening Chaz out of her room, pulling him off the floor by the collar of his shirt and pointing her knife to his throat for what’s… what? the third time that night, alone?

“Damnit! This usually works!” He complains.

She lets go of him and drops him back to the floor before slamming the door closed on his face. He stands back up, eyes scanning the hallway, when he makes eye contact with you, immediately raising his eyebrows in a stupid suggestive way. “Hey there, hotstuff.”

“Nope,” you say, booking to your room. You slam the door closed, not even giving him any chance to try anything funny. 

“I could show you a good time, ya know?” He yells from the other side of the door.

“No thank you! Go bother someone else.” 

“Your loss, bitch!” 

Well, you forgot there actually was still someone he could go bother. You groaned, shoving a pillow over your head when you started hearing the noises. And the noises were loud. You didn’t want to think about it.

After a while, you finally began drifting off to sleep. When sleep came, though, it lasted barely a few minutes before someone started banging on your door. You get up, angry that your sleep was ruined, and walk up to it, ready to tell Chaz off again. When you open it, though, you’re met with a disheveled Blitzø, wearing nothing but his underwear and chaz’s jacket, instead.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, annoyed.

“I got this,” he held up a shark-shaped keychain with a couple of keys attached to it. 

“And what is this?” 

“Chaz’s car keys.” 

You’re definitely awake now. “Why the fuck do you have that?” 

“Come ooon,” he grabs you by the hand and drags you around the mansion all the way out to the parking lot. 

“What are we even supposed to be doing here?” You whisper as Blitzø clicks a few times, and the two of you followed the car’s noise, finally finding it. 

“Look, nobody who’s that bad in bed can score two hotties that easily. He gotta be hiding something,” he explained as he pried the passenger door open and looked inside.

“Really, that’s your conclusion? Maybe he’s just a prick. A prick who’s bad in bed, that’s not unheard of, is it?”

“You don’t understand.”

“That bad?”

“That bad.”

“Okay.” You don’t know why, but you find yourself pleased to hear Chaz wasn’t a good time. One might call it jealousy, but that would be dumb. It’s just nice to know you fuck him better, that’s all. Whatever.

“Ha-ha! Found it.” He held out a piece of paper in triumph. 

“What’s it say?”

He handed the paper over to you, and, clear as day, it read the words: ‘eviction notice’.

“So he isn’t actually rich?”

Blitzø made his way around the car, opening up the trunk and trying to find something there, which he did- yet another piece of paper. You walked up to stand beside him, reading the words at the same time as he did. 

Chaz’s Mastur Plan

Rent suit 

Convince Crim im rich

Marry Moxxie to get into family

???

Profit $$$

Holy shit. He’s here to marry Moxxie?

You have no time to say anything about it, though, as you feel something poke your neck and, in a second, you’re out.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you fell unconscious, but you know it’s been something around ten minutes since you and Blitzø have regained your conscience (mostly, at least, seen as you still felt pretty groggy and Blitzø wasn’t really speaking too coherently), only to find yourselves to be trapped inside the trunk of Chaz’s car. That fucker. 

The two of you barely fit together inside the tiny space, so it was a little hard to try to blindly kick your way out. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Millie came to your rescue, opening the trunk up to let you out. 

“Oh, Millie, you found us!”

“Who’s your friend?” You asked her, finding it funny that the two guys behind her had appeared out of thin air with how quiet they’d been. 

“Friend?” Millie asked in return, confused. You then clocked that they were, in fact, not friends. 

“Ohh.”

Millie turned around, giving the two imps no time to even think of doing anything before slashing one’s throat with her knife and decapitating the other with the trunk door. She looked fucking cool doing it. “What is going on?” She helped the two of you out, and it took you a couple seconds to be able to catch your balance and stand up straight.

Blitzø immediately started going off about everything you’d found out. “That seductive dickhole is trying to marry Moxxie, and he’s not even rich!” He stumbles over, falling face-first to the ground. 

“Is that true or is he tripping?” Millie asked you. 

“It’s true.”

“Moxxie!” She called out, running back towards the house as you helped Blitzø get up. Suddenly, all the paths that led out of the parking lot and into the mansion were automatically closed, trapping the three of you there. You couldn’t even imagine what Moxxie was going through right now. “Everything’s locked out! How’re we gonna get in?”

“The keys!”

“What?”

“The keys!” You nudged Blitzø’s arm.

“Oh! Fuck! Right!” He fished Chaz’s car keys from his pocket, dragging you and Millie to the car and getting the engine running as soon as he stepped inside. “Buckle up, girls, we’re doing a Shrek.” That always has been his favorite part of the movie.

He stepped on the gas with all he could, driving the car into the wall, obviously smashing it in the process, but successfully getting through it. If you felt dizzy then, you were both so much worse now. He tried stepping out of the car, holding a finger up to finish his dramatic entrance. “I object!” He fell to the ground again. 

Thank Satan Millie could handle herself. 

It was so cool to watch her kick almost every single one of those guy’s asses that you even didn’t bother doing much more than the necessary (which you were pretty thankful you could do, given the way everything seemed to be spinning), only handing her random stuff she could kill them off with and occasionally stabbing someone. 

After every single one of them had been taken care of, Millie wordlessly picked a horrifying-looking tied up Moxxie up from the altar and carried him along. You know she left Crimson and Chaz live only because of Mox.

Still, Chaz had the nerve to speak up and complain. “Hey! What about my weddi-” Millie shoved one of the dildo things down his throat, effectively shutting him up. Fitting. 

“This ass is mine!” She yelled at him.

“By the way, y’all should probably know, Chaz isn’t even rich, okay?” Blitzø yelled out.

Crimson’s eyes widened. “What?”

You grinned. “Yup! You should try checking out his car!” 

“Ha! He just played you like a fuckin’ rube!” He flipped Crimson off, and you did the same. You smiled when you realized Millie was flipping him off as well as she walked away, not even bothering to face him as she did.

“Later, losers!” Blitzø announced, and you all hopped into the helicopter again, which Millie somehow, for some reason, could operate, finally on your way back home from this wreck. 

You and Blitzø helped Moxxie out of the restraints and pulled the tape over his mouth, which still left him in the bizarre wedding dress, but at least he was safe.

Getting there, you could see Loona was somehow in the exact same position she’d been when you’dall left the day before, sitting with her legs propped on the table and her phone in hand. 

Moxxie beamed at his wife. “Millie? Thank you for saving me. You’re amazing.”

“Next time just tell me if your daddy’s a psychopath. I can handle it.”

“Well, and I’m glad everything ended up okay! Good to know we both have daddy issues, Mox.” Blitzø slipped in the middle of the couple, and you were sure whatever came out of his mouth next would be inconvenient at best. “Also! I got to plow your ex boyfriend!” See? “Isn’t that great? Now all three of us have fucked the same guy! Does it feel weird that I fucked your ex, Mox?” He nudged him with his elbow, purposefully annoying him. 

“Extremely.”

“I’m glad I’m not a part of that club,” you commented. 

“Hey now, don’t pretend we don’t fuck the same guy too. Present tense.”

“Oh, come on, that’s totally different. You’re telling me you wouldn’t feel weird if I had fucked one of your exes?”

He takes a moment to ponder it. “Yeah, actually. That would be weird,” he decides. “But ya haven’t, so… I don’t feel ashamed at all,” he shrugged, sporting an annoying little smirk. 

You rolled your eyes at him.

A/N: Chaz was fun to write cause he's so utterly stupid lol. But yeah this is just for fun, we'll have a few of these bonus ones throughout the series! Hope y'all like it <3

[hotchfiles]

second. damn your love.

pairing: james x fem!reader.

content warnings: james being kind of an ass, cheating on lily, lily will be probably shit talked (i luv her i'm very sorry !), mistress!reader, uhhh cursing, not totally AU but like... canon divergent i would say. probably hurt/no comfort unless i switch the ending but--

worth mentioning: reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. paragraphs completely in italic are flashbacks. pro quidditch player!james. muggle born!reader.

word count: 2,2k

chapter 2

      For some reason unknown to you, it hadn't taken James as long as usual to give you any sign that he still remembered your existence after being with you. Surprisingly, on the same day after dropping you off at home and rushing to be with his girlfriend, he sent you a message through his patronus (much too recklessly as you lived in a majorly muggle neighbourhood), apologizing for what had happened.

      Normally, you would believe his words, and then become disappointed. However, after what happened, you didn't believe anything he said, you knew he wasn't sorry and you knew you probably wouldn't be seeing him for a while.

      All you felt like doing was laying down, still feeling completely shaken, disappointed, angry... Betrayed, and it took you a while to stop crying, you couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate you, two days together and you actually started to think things were changing.

      Ingenuity or just the hard truth: It was easier to let yourself believe it.

      Luckily, or not, you still had your commitment to your responsibilities, if not your pride, you would try to maintain that instead, so the best decision was to get yourself together as best as you could the next day and go to work.

      Even though you lived mostly among muggles, a decision you had made long before graduating Hogwarts, you still ended up in a Ministry job, an obliviator. Not the most glamorous, and a lot of times you thought about getting a muggle job, but years went on and you got comfortable with it. Sometimes being able to forget is the best option there is.

      So got yourself together you did, the best as you could included showing up office ready and giving off the obvious energy that you did not want to be perturbed, especially after taking the tube half an hour later than you normally would, too loud, too full, it was probably one of the few times over the last years you wished you could just apparate in front of the right phone cabin. But an obliviator risking wizarding secrecy would be too much of an hypocrisy.

      You made sure you wouldn't be making any field work, taking the liberty to be shut in your office filling paperwork and crying, as any mature woman would if they were in your shoes: Exhausted from hating yourself because you knew you were an excellent witch, a strong-willed independent woman and still, every time James Potter smiled at you, you felt nothing but weakness.

      And there it was, the weakness as soon as you left the Ministry building and felt his gaze upon you, simply leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face completely relaxed.

      Your hands went straight to your eyes, reminding yourself of their appearance, you looked up at the sky for a few seconds and wondered if there was a god, because it didn't matter how much you begged either Merlin or Godric, you still didn't get one single moment of peace.

      "Were you crying?" he asked straight away, without even explaining why he was there. You shook your head denying it and found refuge for eyes on your feet. "You're a terrible liar."

      "I don't think you know me that well anymore," you sighed and tried your best to look at him firmly. "No car today?"

      "I don't indulge on those very often, apparition is still a thing, you know?" You tried your very best not to roll your eyes at the arrogance he displayed, favoring instead the idea that he had the car for the weekend to please you. "You ignored my patronus, I feel like you probably didn't even check your mail, my poor owl working over time for nothing, and you're the only witch I know who doesn't have a bloody fireplace. Kinda got worried that you were mad at me." His lips formed the pout you knew so well, and you had to bite you lips to prevent yourself from smiling.

      "Not having the fireplace goes hand in hand with the anti-apparition charm on my apartment." You shrugged, it was a way to avoid unwanted guests, so he pretended to be the upmost offended by that. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the reasons why you were angry with him. "We need to talk."

      "We can do that in your apartment. Let's talk there." He nodded, and you agreed. It wasn't something to discuss so close to where you worked, for sure. He offered his arm so you would apparate together and you ignored it completely, stretching your arm to the street to get a minicab to stop for you both.

      "I'm not risking magic exposure and being fired because you rarely indulge on cars, Potter." Weirdly enough he doesn't try to convince you otherwise, getting on the backseat with you.

      On the way he told you he had been waiting for you for at least forty minutes, which you weren't sure was even true, but on any other day you would've swooned over, but his true intentions showing up came to light so quickly, you couldn't. James kept touching your thigh with his right hand slowly, teasingly, and a pantsuit was never as helpful as then, because of it you could ignore his touches or at least pretend to ignore it.

      Despite the touches, James maintained a casual conversation with you, talking about trivialities from his day, like forgetting to take his vitamin supplement in the morning and running less that afternoon so he could get home in time to take a shower and pick you up. At least that was the term he used, even though you were in a cab.

      You enjoyed having conversations like that with him, knowing how his day had been and how he felt about the team, the training sessions... It brought a sense of normality, as if you were just an ordinary couple talking about everything or just friends talking about your lives. But at that moment, you couldn't enjoy it the way you normally would due to what still lingered on your mind from the previous night, not to mention the fact that the words coming out of his mouth sounded innocent, but his eyes and hands overflowed with nothing but.

      You felt like you were under torture, the rational part of your brain competing with your emotional part, which was shaken by any touch from James, any scraps of attention. You even felt relief when you arrived at your building, especially because there were other people in the elevator, preventing him from grabbing you there and making you forget everything you so wanted to tell him. But it didn't last long. As soon as you reached your floor, you were grabbed from behind, his hands firm on your waist while his lips roamed your neck.

      "James, we need to talk," you repeated what said before, freeing yourself from his arms and walking towards the door. You unlocked it with a silent charm and left the door open for him to enter next.

      "Talk about what?" You heard the question, but his tone showed no interest in talking. In fact, he pulls you by the arm and pushes you against the nearest wall, trapping you with his arms. you lost your breath for a few seconds due to the proximity. "We can talk later," James whispers in your ear, brushing his lips softly against yours, one of his hands touching your waist under your blouse. You almost lose it, but finds the strength to get out of his embrace and leave to the kitchen.

      "I want to talk about us," you said seriously, resolute in your decision to give him an ultimatum, tired of being the mistress, but you couldn't deny that after his teasing, you just wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and hear him say your name in between moans.

      "Brilliant, let's talk," James begins, slowly moving closer to you. "But we could just go to your room and enjoy our time in a more pleasurable way."

      You feel his hands again grabbing you around the waist, and his lips brushed lightly against your ear as he detailed all the other pleasurable things he could be doing to you.

      You give up, defeated, letting out a grunt and pulling him to you, starting a desperate kiss as he takes off your pantsuit and leads you stumbling back to your bed.

      It was late at night, almost two in the morning, when the noise woke you up, almost frightened as you had no idea what it could be at that time. your first instinct was to obviously grab your wand and go to the living room, ready to disarm or worse if it was an intruder, but you noticed that it someone knocking frantically on your door.

      "Who is it?" you asked loud and clear, assuming it was a stranger trying to pull some kind of scam, you've heard of cases like that happening around the muggle neighbourhoods, the knocking then stopped and you thought you had scared away whoever was there, but you were wrong.

      "It's me…" The voice was familiar, but you doubted it was who the voice reminded you of, so you waited for more before you decided or not to open it. "James." You froze and held you breath, but still denying mentally that it could be him.

      "James? Need to be more specific."

      "Don't remember me anymore?" It was him, surely. James Potter. You hadn't seen him since the turn of the previous year, but truthfully, you hadn't really spoken to him in years, you couldn't even imagine how in hell had he found your address. "Potter."

      "What you doing here?" You open the door, giving him the space he needed to enter and smelling the alcohol invading your apartment. "It's two in the morning."

      "Not sure…" He seemed a bit disoriented, obviously because of the alcohol, but he wasn't about to fall over drunk and you mentally thanked him for that. "Was in a pub having a few, but they closed…Kept thinking about you and here I am."

      A shiver ran through your whole body and you cussed yourself, it was pathetic how he could still cause such a thing so many years after your relationship, after your last kiss, unfortunately you had never really managed to forget him, but instead you hid him deep in your memories, that way you wouldn't have to deal with your true feelings for him when you saw each other at a mutual friend's house or anything of the sort.

      But still, you did to this day found yourself thinking about him at times, but that didn't help you understand why he would be there at such a time, or why he would be thinking about you when in fact the only reason you had left his life was because of him, because if he wasn't such a dick, you might still be in a relationship today, or at least be best friends like you used to be.

      "Know what…" Even though you haven't responded to anything he's said before, he sits down on your sofa awkwardly and you feel completely uncomfortable with the situation, crossing your arms, unable to move more than that. "I'm such a twat." James lets out a weak laugh of discontent. "Letting you go that day… Mum told me what happened, but I still didn't look for you." It was amazing how he could form sentences almost perfectly even though he stank of alcohol miles away.

      "James, what do you want?" you sigh, still not understanding anything that's going on. He simply gets up and walks towards you, making you instinctively move away until you reach the end of the line, one of the walls of the living room. "Potter?"

      "I want things between us to go back to normal." His perfume takes you over as he gets closer, replacing the smell of firewhiskey, and you try not to get dizzy. "Just want you." Panic is your first reaction as his lips come close to yours and you push him away.

      "You have a girlfriend." You look into his eyes, being as serious as possible without showing how tempted you were, making exaggerated gestures with your hands to show him how wrong it was.

      "Shh, forget it, just f'now. I'll fix it, swear I'll fix everything." You soften at his words and sigh, you're probably losing your mind but still you walk towards him with your arms open for a hug and he immediately finds himself taking the chance.

      "Missed you." Your voice nothing but a whisper and James nods in response, stroking your hair.

      The affectionate embrace evolves quickly into a quiet kiss that becomes more and more desperate and before you know it, you're both on the sofa, blending into one.

      You woke up the next day feeling partially satisfied, but guilt consumed you entirely, you had slept with a committed guy, what kind of woman were you? And not only that… What would James and you be from then on?

      "Bloody hell." And there you were, waking up after given in to James' charms again, just like the first time, just like every time after that, it was frustrating how much power he held over you, you couldn't take it anymore, you were done.

tag: @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[writing-rat]

Beach Day

Pairing: Jade x Tori

Content Warning: Fluff

Summary: Jade and Tori go on a beach date.

WC: 1170

Tori was excited. It was a hot day in Hollywood and Jade had texted Tori that morning. ‘Hey babe. Want to go to the beach on a date?’ the message read. Tori was shocked to read it at first since it was sent at 6 am it was sent, but also because it would be their 3rd date. Jade had admitted to Tori first unsurprisingly. Tori couldn’t help but smile at the memory of how Jade had admitted.

It was a rainy day and Tori was bored. Her phone was dead and there was nothing good on TV. Sure, Trina was home, but she was in her own room, practising for a musical she was making. It was a sequel to Chicago and Tori didn’t want to walk in and brainstorm ideas for her. She would suffer with mediocre films. She was shocked when there was a knock on the door though. No one was coming over today, nothing was planned after all. Maybe it was for Trina. That was when she went over to the door and opened it, but was shocked at the sight of Jade, who was holding an umbrella. “Can I come in?” she asked, even though she was barging in already. 

“Uhhh, yeah, sure. Why are you here?” Tori asked still in shock. It was rare for Jade to come over, even though they had gotten closer and were more friendly. 

“I want to ask you something, may we talk in your room?” Jade asked. Tori nodded, about to lead the way but Jade instead led the way. “Of course you know where my room is,” Tori murmured to herself. Jade just smirked. 

“I had to find your weaknesses somehow,” Jade hummed before she sat down. 

“So what do you want to talk about?” Tori asked.

“I have admittedly fallen in love with you. I don’t know when it started but you have invaded my heart and soul. There is the reason why I let you and only you touch me and also why I talk to you more than anything,” she admitted. “I want to take you out on a date today. Is that ok?” Jade asked. Tori, shocked and flustered, nodded. She had liked Jade for a good amount of time now, especially after Sikowitz made them go on a date together. That man must’ve known she concluded after agreeing to the date. She was thankful for that at least. 

It was now current time and it was 10 am, 15 minutes before the planned pick up. Tori had finished her breakfast after changing into a pair of shorts and a crop top with a flannel. Underneath she had a bikini on. She wasn’t surprised however when the door opened and saw Jade coming in as she finished her breakfast. “Morning Jade,” Tori spoke, getting up and hugging Jade. Jade hugged back, inhaling the smaller girl’s neck and smelling her perfume as she was smiling. No one ever saw her this soft, Jade made sure of that. She threatened people if they did as well. Tori loved seeing the soft side, felt special. Well, she was to Jade. “Ready to go?” Jade asked, looking at Tori with those soft eyes reserved for Tori. The barely smaller girl nodded. “Of course I am,” she spoke and walked towards the door. Jade proceeded to follow, dropping their bags in the backseat before she got into the driver's seat. Tori was her passenger princess, not that Tori minded. Tori was the one that could do anything around Jade and Jade would not complain at all. 

Eventually, after 30 minutes, they reached the beach, both Jade and Tori singing to their mixed playlist that they made when they got together officially. As Jade parked up, Tori was practically vibrating in her seat. “You really love the beach, huh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Tori blushed but she was nodding. “At least it isn’t as hot as the first time we went together and we didn’t get stuck in the car,” Tori joked. Jade groaned, knowing what was coming next. 

“You’re gonna say it, huh?” she asked. Tori smirked and nodded. 

“Yes. It was the first time you have apparently sweated in your life,” Tori teased. Jade groaned. 

“Why do I like you again?” Jade asked, getting out as she grabbed both her and Tori’s bag.

“Even better, love,” Tori added. Jade groaned before she was nodding.

“Let’s just go on the beach now before I end up kissing you to shut you up,” Jade joked. Tori chuckled before she nodded, starting to walk to the beach with Jade as she held her hand. Jade was holding both their bags, her own on her back at least so she had a free hand. They reached the sand after a few minutes of walking and Jade set out the blanket she brought as well as the tent so the 2 of them could change in privacy. Tori appreciated that, knowing how some people could get, just like the 2 boys when she and Jade went on that fake date.

“Why are you so sweet?” Tori teased. 

“I am tough,” Jade spoke, sitting on the blanket. Tori smiled as she took off her shorts and shirt, revealing her bikini before she sat next to Jade. Jade admired her before she looked away.  “You look beautiful,” Jade complimented. 

“Hm? What was that about being tough?” she joked. Jade grumbled before she was nodding. 

“Touche,” Jade responded, stripping down to her own bikini as well. “Want to go swimming now?” she asked. Having put it close to the lifeguard station, she knew their stuff would be safe at least. 

“Of course, it’s too hot right now. We do need to cool down,” Tori hummed. Jade nodded as she stood up, holding her hand out to help Tori up. Tori took it as she smiled before they walked over to the sea hand-in-hand. Tori was rubbing her lover’s knuckles as Jade was her usual stoic self. Tori was the sunshine as usual. Both soon started to swim around, admiring the views while staying close. Jade was soft for Tori, after all, practically the only person allowed to touch her without being threatened. Jade was standing, her legs feeling a little tired as Tori kept swimming. That was until Jade held the girl’s waist suddenly and gently pulled her in as Tori tried to get away while laughing. Jade had that smirk as Tori tried to get away. 

“Why are you holding onto me?” Tori asked while laughing. Jade suddenly turned Tori onto her back as she leaned down and kissed her. Tori blushed as she kissed back before she was freed. She suddenly splashed Jade and Jade pulled away, looking offended. Tori knew it was an act though as she laughed. “I love you,” Tori spoke with a smile.

“I love you too baby,” Jade responded, letting Tori swim away again. She smiled as she watched her. 

Tori was hers and only hers.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

11 People's Hiccstrid Preferences You Want to Get to Know Better

Last Hiccstrid Fic You Read: Reconciliation by @heathenvampires

Favorite Hiccstrid au (Modern, High School, Spy, College, Hogwarts, etc) and favorite fic in that genre: I love modern aus the most (as they included high school and college and spies and the like) but it's too hard to choose one favorite. 😅 I guess I would go with @harrypanther's Behind the Mask, @katergator84's Walls We Build, and @triumphantfury's Wrapped in Red although it was painful to choose that over Upside of Heartbreak

Latest Hiccstrid Bookmark on AO3: Gravity by @weepynymph

Last 3 Hiccstrid Authors You've Read: @hiilikedragons or CuriosityRedux, @heathenvampires (HeathenVampires), and

Favorite Hiccstrid Trope (i.e. friends-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers, rivals-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers, love-at-first-sight, angst . . . the list goes on): uhhh, I love all of these, but I guess I'll go with slowburn, because I like to torture myself? One amazing slowburn-on-high-heat Hiccstrid fics that had me screaming at them to kiss from chapter one was @whathappenedtomyweekend's It's Just A Spark I'm so worried I'm going to read another fic and then go oh shit this one's my new favorite but oh well

Song That Makes You Think of Hiccstrid: 2step by Ed Sheeran. IDK I just think it kinda perfectly protrays how much Hiccup appreciates Astrid's ability to help him out of his dark holes

Favorite Canonverse Fic: Okay so Here's Hoping isn't exactly canonverse but the extraordinary @hiilikedragons apparently has a better grasp on Hiccstrid and their kids than Dreamworks so it's practically canon in my mind

Favorite Canon-Divergence Fic: Persephone by @thatsnicebutimmarried (I don't think I'll ever try to not mention that wonderful genius)

Hiccstrid Fic That Deserves More Recognition (don't they all): The Lady Knight I'm kidding I swear Hiccup in a Flash I'm sorry but I am so obsessed with this fic and it's unfinished but so good and worth it. Also Thor Help Her. I believe I've mentioned this fic before but I don't have any of you messaging me about the steamy hot tension so I'll keep recommending it. One fic that blows my mind each time I read is Do Flight Simmers Dream of Inflight Emergencies? and I guess I'll stop there but there are so many more

Favorite Hiccstrid Series: if not in this world, then in the next by @impracticable-dreamer literally this is a priceless gem and I can never forget it

tagging: @ryupioupiou @triumphantfury @katergator84 @mialicassi @sorushing @per4mancecheck @limesandcoconuts @hiccstridshipper19 @athingofvikings @shipmistress9 and @bi-bi-want-dragon but feel free to participate even if you aren’t tagged!

(yes this is pretty much an excuse to gush over some of my favorite hiccstrid content and endeavor to get more recommendations)

[brambleghastblast]

i think a depressing truth of the internet ill always hate is that negativity is what leads to success

negativity, in forms of content creation, leads to comments of people arguing or saying "but i like that thing". comments lead to the algorithms of social media boosting said piece of comic. algorithm favoring your stuff leads to more views. views get you money

often times, i think most youtubers and tiktokers and people on twitter and whatnot actually force themselves to be negative out of necessity. because its the quickest and easiest way to get a post out there. and its really become a norm in social media thats made the internet suffocatingly bad lately

like.. take pokemon for example, youtubers and tiktokers and twitter users such talking about pokemon will complain to no end about graphics, taking the worst possible screenshots they can get or setting up elaborate glitches so they can take a picture, put it next to another game with the prettiest picture they can get, and then go "WOW CAN U BELIEVE GAMEFREAK MAKES STUFF LIKE THIS" which then starts arguments and spreads like a wildfire because people are pointing out "wow you really took the worst picture you could huh" but then random people desperate to argue go "UHHH GAMEFREAKS NOT GONNA MARRY U DUDE LOL" blah blah blah

or take some specific youtubers for instance, like videogamedunkey is a critic who usually lies about video games he dislikes, makes up stuff or complains about really little stuff, or tries to get glitches to happen to pretend the whole games like that. a reallyyy scummy youtuber but thats literally what he has to do to make money and that sucks! or like... alpharad whos kind of just an obnoxious jerk all the time and thats how he gets his attention because being a jerk gets you comments and comments get you views etc etc

the youtube channel gamexplain got exposed for not paying employees and fell off HARD.. but they made a full recovery and comeback. they used to post informative nintendo and other games news, but lately theyve just been posting negative memes or complaining about really little things or posting negative news with a clickbait title. like.. nintendos doing some reconstruction at their headquarters. so gamexplain posts this

its... just reconstruction. but the big letters, the sad mario, it looks Worrying and causes clicks and comments. its literally just reconstruction. but oh wow with a thumbnail like this they can fearmonger and milk it

it stinks too because generally positive youtubers are... Rare. most positive youtubers fall really hard and barely get any views compared to the big bad youtubers out there, cause theres not a ton to comment on without negativity. and thats so.. sad. (bumping a youtuber i love a lot here; nekolacey is a really great and positive pokemon youtuber and i love her videos!!! but her videos dont really get a lot of views compared to other channels which i find so sad. shes awesome!!)

i think the only generally positive gaming youtuber i know of who actually had a big following was chuggaaconroy, and he was making videos on youtube for MANY MANYYY years to even just get 1 million subscribers.

and then he got cancelled because of... uh... a chatlog from 2009. and... uh...... some out of context discord messages from some youtuber whos been known to falsely accuse autistic people to get allegations on them. and.... apparently some randos named antdude and missfushigaming made up allegations to get some clout but they got proved false... uhh... and also chuggaaconroy went to therapy, apologized a ton, asked everyone to please not harass the accusers, and has been deeply working for years to work on himself because he did have a geniune falling out with masaeanela over him not following set boundaries.

but.... yeahhhh its. uh. when you point out "wow did anything bad happen beyond a falling out with masaeanela" you're kind of just quickly hushed by a bunch of random people and to accept it and quit. they can't afford for that positivity to change the way things are, they need negativity to thrive.

its.. the internet trying its hardest to push down one positive creator who made it so they can hype up a dozen negative ones.

i think the internet has always awarded negativity but it was never really bad. like.. many youtubers back in the day would make top 10s, listing something like "zelda bosses" or "gen 4 pokemon". these were great because they got to gush about something they like, BUT they'd get comments and arguments because of things like "well i would've put ths boss over that boss" or "why isnt crobat on this list!". it worked great because they got clout from comments, but they weren't being actively negative

or, talking about an internet show i LOVE, death battle! this is a fun show where they take two fictional characters and make them fight! and they research to see who wins and have really great animation!

it thrived because not only is it super good, but it causes arguments. most viewers dont care about the real reasoning and numbers, they just want their prefered character to win. so if there preference loses, even if its right, they will get mad and argue, causing comments which cause views which causes success.

unfortunately, the positive ways to get comments just... hardly last. its sad but in the modern internet, being mad and angry is literally how you succeed. its near impossible to make it online if you arent angry or doing stuff to upset people.

it sucks. so much.

and it sucks even more because people trying to make a living on the internet Have to be negative. thats how they make a living. they literally have to complain to make money and survive and it sucks!! so much!!!!!!!!!

i think overall success on the internet always depended on causing arguments and negativity, but its really become suffocating in recent time. everyone tries so hard to be mad they've geniunely become mad. positivity is rare and out of style, negativity is what everyone wants. its.... so....... miserable honestly

[writingrenna]

Jacq x GN!Reader

"Learn to Love (Pt. 2)"

You start your quest towards getting your Capsakid to respect you more. Training your Pawmi and getting him to watch is simple enough, but as you soon learn, it might not be as easy as it seems...

Tone/Ending: Frustrating, but Things Start Changing

Warnings: This is the part where you risk your life, but it's over pretty quickly. Also, the tonal whiplash at the end is intense (but intentional)

Continuity: Part 2 of this story

Word Count: A bit over 5,000

_\V/_

It was nighttime. You had spent the day fighting random wild Pokémon near Los Platos. Pawmi takes down a Bounsweet with ease, turning to you with pride. You cheer her on.

"Go, Pawmi! You did it! You're a natural!"

And she really was, she even showed you a move she thought of trying out where she rubs up against the opponent and paralyzes it. Thankfully, the Pokédex could identify the move as 'Nuzzle'. You were in awe of how it could be identified so fast just by analyzing her movements. There could've been a mix-up, but there wasn't upon further research.

You decide to call it a day, ready to find somewhere to sleep.

"Ok, Mii! You did amazing out there, let's go settle in for the night!"

She relaxes as you recall her, contentment obvious on her face, happy to be getting some rest after a long day.

Bringing your mons to the nearest Poké Center, you get her healed up. You then call them both out, a smirk on your face, wanting to see Kid again.

Mimi jumps out, feeling refreshed and recharged. Kid also makes quite the entrance, but when it lands, it blinks a few times and stares up at you, taking the wind out of your sails.

"Hhhh-hi, Kid! Here we are in Los Platos again, how was it watching Mimi from your Pokéball?"

Capsakid turns to the Pawmi, who curiously tilts her head, ready to hear how it felt. It looks down for a second before looking back up to you, making you nervous. So you change the topic.

"Uhhh, HEY! We should eat, yeah?"

Pawmi jumps around happily, having worked up quite an appetite since lunch. Capsakid watches her response before looking up at you. The stare isn't as intense as before, so you assume it's simply saying it would like food, too. You clasp your hands together.

"Allllll righty, then! Let's grab some grub!"

_\V/_

Every day went something like that. You'd wander around to train Mimi up, letting Capsakid out to run around and play with her sometimes before settling in for the night. Five more days had passed just like that, with Pawmi even evolving into Pawmo! Watching her transform was an experience, and you still get chills thinking about it, endlessly proud of your little mouse girl. Jacq got like, eight pictures of her before you forced yourself to stop, but he took the time to comment on them all. Apparently, she was now half fighting-type, too, which intrigued you.

That night, you decided to have a picnic for dinner, watching your Pokémon run around and play fight each other while occasionally coming back to the blanket for a few bites of food. As you were spacing out, contemplating your next course of action, your phone vibrates.

"Eh?"

You remembered other people's Rotom Phones saying what the notification was, but you kinda preferred it this way, simply vibrating instead of making more noise all the time. Placing your sandwich down on your plate, your phone flies up to eye-level (which makes you jump), and you see it's a text message.

Going to investigate it more, you see it's...

"Jacq?"

You read it.

"Hello, hello, there! Just checking in, hope all is going well. At this rate, I can only imagine how strong Pawmo is! Be sure to stay safe out there, alright?"

He's right, Pawmo's now strong enough to use Thunder Wave, although you were slightly confused on how it only paralyzes the foe. Capsakid must've been learning and getting ideas while watching her, as it recently tried out a move the Pokédex called 'Crunch', which... not gonna lie, did not excite you. But mostly because you can only imagine the stuff it'd absolutely wreck back at the academy once it got better. How was the place so pristine with all those Pokémon roaming around...?

Shaking your head, you respond.

"Oh! Sorry for going MIA, been really excited training with them. Tomorrow's our last day away, I'll let ya know how it goes!"

You furrow your eyebrows, deciding to quickly shoot a text adding onto the conversation.

"And yeah! You're right, thank you! Pawmo and Capsakid have been doing great! Uhhh, totally unrelated, how should I Crunch-proof a home? Asking for a friend 😇"

You hoped your message came off as jokingly as you wanted it to, as you suddenly felt guilty only talking to him about Capsakid-related stuff. You'd have to have an actual conversation where you don't run away the second it isn't focused on the little green gremlin sometime soon, no matter how hard it is to think of something.

You look down when you see some movement. Speak of the little devil...

"Wha- HEY!"

Capsakid runs off, having successfully stolen some noodles from your weird hodgepodge of a sandwhich. It laughs maniacally as it does so (well, to the best of its ability with noodles in its beak), its tiny form whizzing past Pawmo, who watches in confusion before turning to you, chattering lowly. You sigh, shrugging, before picking it back up and taking a big, noodle-less bite.

_\V/_

Later that evening, you decide to sleep outside instead of trudging to the nearest city or calling for a flying taxi. You put together a makeshift campsite, debating on whether or not you wanted your Pokémon out with you before deciding to call them back into their Pokéballs. Better safe than sorry.

Lying down on top of your picnic blanket, backpack acting as a pillow, you sigh. The air was chilly, so you were thankful for the forethought to bring an extra blanket just in case any inns or hostels had underwhelming bedding.

You close your eyes after getting one last look at the moon. Everything was so clear out here. No city lights, no sandstorms, just moonlight and the sky. It was great! And you idly hoped you'd dream of yourself and your tiny team exploring more of this big beautiful world as you finally drifted off.

_\V/_

The next morning, you open your eyes, adjusting to the rising sunlight. You vaguely catch a glimpse of some Pokémon fighting nearby. Shooting up, you see it's a Chewtle and... Capsakid!?

"Cap! What!? WHY are you intimidating random Pokémon!?"

Capsakid actually turns to you, looking rather angry, before crying out. You aren't sure what that cry meant, but it seemed specifically angry at you...

"What did I do??"

Capsakid knocks the snapping Pokémon out before toddling over to you, crying out even louder, frustrated that you don't get it. And you really don't. All you know is that you woke up to Capsakid out of its Pokéball, attacking a Pokémon with no prior context. It seemed to be mad at the Pokémon at first, but after you woke up and admonished it, Capsakid seemed genuinely, personally mad at you. You're very close to realizing why they were fighting, but something just isn't clicking in your tired, tired mind.

You look around. A pair of Chewtle were watching from the sidelines before running off when they notice you looking at them. Strange.

You sigh before sitting up more and letting Pawmo out, rubbing an eye as she chatters a little. The picnic blanket is already out, might as well make breakfast for the three of you.

"Well, I'm up now. Final day, let's do this!"

_\V/_

You basically forgot about your anger that morning, taking it easy and just letting them passively train through casual play on your way back. They both seemed to enjoy your walk. You're returning to the academy, but before that, you decide to do a little check-in on your duo.

"Okay, guys! Show me your moves! Who's going first?"

Mimi waves a paw, more than eager to show you what she's learned. You smirk at this action before pulling the Pokédex app up.

"Okay! Show us what ya got, Mii!"

She gives you a confident nod before going somewhere a little ways away from you two. She then starts the show.

She jumps up and does a front-flip, using her tail to slam into the ground.

'Slam'

She runs into a small bush and sparks fly.

'Spark'

She raises her paws up, a few thin veils of electricity coming off her in waves.

'Thunder Wave'

She burrows into the ground.

'Dig'

You whoop and cheer, clapping.

"WHOOOOOOO, HECK YEAH!!"

She casually comes back up, grinning from ear-to-ear before running over and rubbing against your leg. You pick her up and pet her puffy head tuft, turning to Capsakid.

"Okay, buddy! Your turn!"

Capsakid... stares at you. You wait, ready to see what all he learned, when you realize...

"...oh no..."

_\V/_

"Okay calm down"

Your frantic text was answered right away.

You were running toward Mesagoza, something that seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence for you. Pokéballs in-hand, you manage to burst through the front entrance, causing the man who had been waiting for you to jump.

"H-hey?" He waves timidly.

"He STILL won't listen!"

He does a little hand motion to get you to settle down.

"Okay, okay, let me see... bring 'em over there?"

You do so. Standing out on the battle court, tears of frustration threatening to spill out. But you don't let them, assuming it's some misunderstanding. Jacq kneels down to talk to Cap better.

"Capsakid... what's going on, bud?"

Capsakid cries out a little, seemingly irked by something in particular while gesturing towards you. Jacq nods, glancing at you when it does, asking "And this happened today, right?" Capsakid nods, chirping affirmatively, and Jacq says something else to it. You caught the end, where he promised to talk to you, however. Talk to you about what? You wish you could understand your Pokémon more, guess that'll take time, too...

It chirps a little. Jacq nods before a strange expression flashes over his face. He looks it in the eye, asking something that made you worry.

"What's the last move you thought of trying out? Can you stand over there and show us?"

You freeze as you watch the little pepper run off to use a move you'd never seen before. It jumps up, and a barage of seeds, larger than when it uses Bullet Seed rain down. Jacq freezes upon realization.

"Seed Bomb..." He looks to the side.

"What?" You turn to him, frantic. He mutters under his breath, although you can't hear what it is for a moment.

"... why didn't I consider this..." he hissed to himself. "Of course this would happen, why... why didn't I..."

"Wh-what?"

He looks up at you, eyes already pleading for you to forgive him.

"I... may have forgotten how potent their ability to learn from each other can be... these two species usually get stronger at about the same rate, too... I'm... sorry... for not thinking of this..."

You... aren't sure what to do with that information, staring out with a look of utter bewilderment on your face. You can barely feel his hand slipping into yours, thumb gently rubbing yours as he holds it.

"I'm sorry... please don't blame him. You're a wonderful trainer, a natural, even. I know he'll listen to you soon, I can feel it..."

You whine a little, refusing to look at either of them. Refusing to look at anyone, actually. He has an offer for you.

"If you like, I can keep Capsakid while you train Pawmo more. Maybe if it sees you raising her, it'll trust you and want in."

You let out a sad little huff.

"...he... would..."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Eh?"

You clarify.

"I think it's a boy. I think so, based on the tail..."

Jacq looks down at Capsakid, who had come over to check on you. You continue.

"I'm not that good at identifying the anatomy of plant types, which is why I hesitated, but the way the tail curves into the back... it might be a guy. Correct me if I'm wrong, though."

Jacq picks the Capsakid up, gently holding it under the stomach to examine the tail... and you're right. Capsakid is a male.

He slowly starts to smile, before that smile turns into a beam, face turning a light shade of pink as he looks up at you.

"Wow, good eye, you're right! You really DO know your Pokémon..."

You groan. You don't feel like you deserve any credit, but you won't put him down for giving it.

"If I said yes, could I still get him at night? And take him to breakfast in the morning?"

He squints, trying to remember what was said before nodding.

"Oh! Yes, of course. You can take him back any time you want."

You look absolutely gutted... but you agree.

"Okay. How about next week?"

_\V/_

You weren't nearly as enthusiastic as before, and Mimi could tell.

You sat underneath a tree in South Province Area whatever when she came over, berry in-hand. She lifted it up to you, a small smile on her face. You look over at her, taking it.

"...thanks, Mii..."

She grinned, head held high before looking back at you. You hadn't put it in your bag yet, so she took it and put it in your berry pouch for you. You nod in appreciation.

"Thanks again."

You groan, stretching a little before letting out a stream of air.

"Ugh, sorry, guess I need a pick-me-up."

Mimi chirped as if agreeing with you. You huff, feeling mildly better, letting her climb up on your shoulder before forcing yourself to your feet. You then make your way to an empty field so you could summon a flying taxi.

Something was very, VERY off.

_\V/_

It's nighttime in Mesagoza.

Making your way back inside the academy, churros in-hand, you pick Capsakid up, who was running around, happy as can be in the empty hallway as Jacq watched from the biology room's doorway.

The moment Cap sees you, he chirps and runs up to you. You smile a little bit, holding your leg out. He grabs onto your pant leg with his beak and shimmies up a little as you lift it up, Mimi reaching down to grab and place him on her head, chirping out a little welcome. He returns it, nestling into her head tuft. He may not listen in battle, but he seems to not even need direction in other areas of your life together.

You look up at Jacq, who smiles warmly at you all, offering a warm greeting.

"Welcome back, how'd it go today?"

You try to smile, but you can't.

"Eh, I uh, I dunno. Guess I didn't sleep too well last night. Couldn't get much done. I think I'm gonna take a break tomorrow, it's the weekend after all. No classes, and I don't need tutoring."

He frowns, but not for the reason you initially expected.

"Please take it easy, you're pushing yourself too hard. I think a longer break where you bond in other ways is in order."

You shake your head.

"Nah, just gotta rest and mentally prepare better. I know I'll be okay soon..."

You notice the pitiful look on his face. Even Mimi is turned to you, worried, which doesn't reassure him.

"...thanks for the concern, though. I promise I won't force myself to do anything."

He hums a little, lips pursed slightly, eyes darting off to the side as he nods in deep thought. You walk over to him, shoving a chocolate covered churro in his hands, snapping him out of it as he looks down at the treat, then back up at you in confusion.

"Also, thank you for watching Kid. You like these, right?"

He nods furiously, mouth slightly agape, a light blush creeping on his face. You yawn, arm covering your mouth as he blinks at you.

"Okay... gonna get some rest now- enjoy! I'm sharing mine with these two back in my dorm room."

You give him two firm pats on the shoulder before walking back down the hall towards your room, Mimi squealing excitedly as he watches you head off.

_\V/_

You had slept in quite a bit, but it was still light out. Cap was already staring down at you and laughing, as usual, while Mimi was lying on her back, tongue out and limbs tucked in at the foot of the bed. She looked awkward like this, sure, but she just found this position comfortable... for some reason.

Sitting up, you get ready for the rest of the day, putting on your uniform and trying to come up with ideas on what to do. You're still drowsy, but you need to feed your critters. Bringing Cap and Mimi down to the cafeteria for some food, you stare at your Rotom Phone. There was quite a bit going on in Mesagoza that you didn't even realize were going on. If you're done with this whole obedience thing by the end of the semester, you'd actually like to slow down and enjoy the area before going back to Cascarrafa.

You can't help but wonder how much Mimi would enjoy your hometown. Looking down at her as she enjoyed her fruit salad, you come up with a plan to visit a few times to get her used to the... quirks of the area before going back permanently.

...

Darn. You actually feel kinda sad. You sorta enjoy the school. You'd miss it, even though you're only here for the one thing. The fact that you were basically using the academy as a whole to get access to Jacq didn't ease your guilt, either. Does he realize your ploy...?

Ah well, no use dwelling on that. Your duo had finished eating, and you still didn't know what to do before getting back to work tomorrow.

"You two wanna walk around the city?"

The two of them chirp happily, so you stand up, letting Mimi crawl up on your shoulder as you grab Cap, taking them toward the entrance hall.

It's vaguely humid out, but Mimi's fur is strangely unaffected. She jumps down, spinning and dancing in the afternoon air, prompting Cap to hop down out of your hand. You watch as the two dance and play. They really do get along despite their differences. Capsakid is a natural troublemaker, while Pawmo is very mild-mannered. And yet, they didn't let that get in the way of their weird little siblinghood. It was even evident that Mimi is older than Cap. Not by much, but enough to where she acted as a second caregiver at times without thinking about it, even before she evolved. You can't help but chuckle a little at the thought, but something about the idea gave you hope...

You pull out your phone, walking towards the steps before deciding to sit at the top. Watching the two of them effortlessly run up and down the stairs made you wish you could just climb up the sides or something. Whoever made the elevators in Cascarrafa should be handed this project, just saying... but nevermind that! Nevermind the fire in your calves just thinking about it! You're off, letting them lead the way, simply happy that you were able to just run downstairs this time. You could dread the walk back up later.

They wander around Mesagoza, exploring the city streets with wonder in their eyes. You watch, a small smile on your face. You're starting to like your life with them as-is, even if Cap won't listen sometimes. You don't necessarily NEED to battle to own a Pokémon, and with his mischievous nature, perhaps he'd just always be this way. You can still have good moments together regardless.

The two had started playing some weird kind of leapfrog. Chirping and giggling together as they got closer to-- the edge of Mesagoza?

"Wait, guys!"

Cap, now on Mimi's head, jumps up onto the short wall connected to the gate leading out of the city, wagging his tail and taunting Mimi, who giggles at the attempt to rile her up. He starts to dance, but he looses his footing.

"NONONONONONONONOOO!!"

He cries out in terror, knowing his fate as he falls over the edge. Mimi is frozen in fear, but you start running on pure adrenaline, almost dropping his Pokéball in your haste to unequipt it. Launching yourself over the small barrier, just barely holding yourself up due to your feet hooking onto the wall's edge, you hold his Pokéball out like a ring's box, hoping, praying, BEGGING to Arceus he's close enough to recall...

...it snaps shut, almost pinching your fingers as you struggle to keep your grip on it. You're too afraid to look anywhere, eyes squeezed shut and hands holding the ball in a death-grip. You hold it closer to your face and finally, fearfully, give it a look...

...and you see it. The blurry green blob inside the translucent shell of the Pokéball. He's safe! Sighing in relief, a hysterical laugh escaping your lips. This Pokémon would be the death of you and you knew it, but right now, you were the happiest you'd been... ever, really. The pain of the tears escaping your eyes as the situation dawned on you hit hard, but you didn't care. Cap is safe. Cap is SAFE. You'll make sure he's safe from here on out. Mimi, too, who you had just realized was holding onto your leg for dear life on the other side of the barrier, crying out as her little fighting arms tried to keep you from tipping over any more.

...

Crap, there's no ground below you. He really chose the absolute worst place to be a menace, didn't he? Even the surrounding area had places to push yourself back up, but here... you stare down below, as if keeping a firm eye on the water will keep it from getting any closer to you.

Mimi, who is still trying to pull you in the right direction shrieks in horror, and suddenly, you feel something grab your shirt. You're then lifted several feet into the air.

'No, NO! Why did I wake up this morning? I just wanna go home!' you think, breath caught up in your throat as whatever it was that grabbed you brought you somewhere. You didn't know where, or why, holding Cap's Pokéball close to your chest and curling up into the fetal position, Mimi hanging onto your calf. It must've been quite the sight...

The creature slows down at the steps leading up to the rest of the city.

"Thank you, Farigiraf..." you hear a man say as the creature, apparently a Farigiraf, gently places you down, snorting as it backs away.

You feel a hand touch your back, hesitantly, before it starts to rub it.

"You... I saw that, that was insane..." he mutters, almost to himself.

You're too scared to open your eyes, still curled up in a ball to the best of your abilities, although Mimi climbed onto you to hug you like a Komala, covering as much of you as she could. The man had stopped rubbing your back as a result, but he stayed close, telling a group of curious passersby that you were alright, just shaken up.

You open one eye, turning your head to see the wild-haired scientist kneeling down next to you. He had a very pensive, if not concerned expression on his face. You can't take it, the adrenaline, the fact that you almost flipped yourself into the waters below, the fear Cap must've felt when gravity took over-

-his cry of terror-

Your face wobbles as you tremble, staring the man in the eyes with clenched teeth. His expression went from firm, steady, to one of pity as your shock turned to sorrow. You open your mouth to speak, but a hiccup, followed by a choked sob rips from your throat. He pulls you close, Mimi still holding you with all her might, nuzzling you as he calms you down in his own way. He seems somewhat unsure of what to do, but he tries.

"There, there... I'm sorry this happened."

You cry uncontrollably into his shoulder as he rubs your back, Mimi on your side, and Cap's Pokéball in your hand, pressed into Jacq's back-

"W-wait-"

Jacq allows you to sit up, pulling his Pokéball closer to you.

"I-I gotta see if he's really there-!"

Before he can even respond, you open the Pokéball to release Capsakid. And he does indeed emerge, a blank expression on his face as he sits there, slightly hunched over. Mimi squeals in delight as she lets go, running over, scooping the Pokémon up and twirling him around in the air, lowering him to give him a few aggressive beak nuzzles before spinning some more, now holding him out in front of her.

"...Kid?"

The Capsakid turns to you as Mimi continues her celebration. Relief washes over you, and you cry some more, a wobbly smile on your face. Jacq, who is now behind you, pulls you closer to keep you from lying on the ground.

"...he should go to a Pokécenter. Then we should head inside. You definitely need a minute," he softly says as he perches his chin on your shoulder to observe the scene as well.

You can barely sit up from how much adrenaline just entered and exited your body, so you don't fight it.

"R-right."

_\V/_

He somehow managed to lead you all inside, him supporting you as Mimi carried Cap, holding him close and cooing at him the whole way, although he didn't respond. Jacq was off that day, so he lead you up to your dorm, reassuring Tyme and Hassel along the way that nothing inappropriate happened. He makes sure to keep your door slightly open to quell any suspicions of misconduct.

Hauling you onto your bed, he lets out a small sigh.

"Okay... now you REALLY need to relax, and I mean it this time." He mumbles the next part to himself, looking off the to side, but you can just barely make out "Maybe even get signed up for some counseling..."

You're exhausted, on the brink of collapse. Mimi is already curled up, acting as a pillow for Cap at the foot of the bed, protecting him from the world as he nods off to sleep. You feel the need to say something, but you can't, draping your arm over your eyes, mouth forming the start of words that are never spoken, as they were never there to begin with.

He grunts.

"Look. You need to put a long pause on training, otherwise you'll get even more burnt-out."

"...burnt... out?"

He crouches next to your bed, tilting his head a bit.

"Yeah, you're pushing yourself beyond your limits. Working off all that passion of yours at once may have left you exhausted, which includes mentally. Remember, patience is key, even on your end."

"But I-" you take a moment to swallow. "I'm not even the one fighting..."

"True," he nods. "But that doesn't mean you aren't putting your all in as well, it's just in another department. They're good at fighting, and you're good at being a leader."

You let out a stream of air, signaling that you don't believe him.

"Me? A good leader?"

He lets out a soft chuckle.

"Well, yeah. Some people have the power, but refuse to further understand those they lead. You're so... patient... understanding Cap was your driving force in even coming here! You're doing great already, even if you don't feel like it."

Something felt personal there, especially how his tone softened as he said the word 'patient'.

You finally turn around to look him, but in a different way than before. You look at the man, Jacq, not the teacher or living biology textbook. You hazard a glance at his eyes, before almost immediately looking away because you've never really studied his face before and oh my GODS is it terrifying.

They're... gray? How did you never notice that? You assumed they were blue, and a more vivid blue at that, but they were... like, straight-up gray. You want to curl up in a ball and scream for not realizing this and also for looking at him at all an-

"You alright?"

You can't see his face, but you can feel your chest pounding at the memory of it. He's... very pretty. In a way you didn't realize before. Or at least, you didn't take a moment to think about it. Actually, scratch that, you can say big words in your head, it's just you after all. The man is VERY attractive and you literally want to evaporate at the thought. Of course it has to be the one you're personally learning from, too. Why did your brain decide NOW was the best time to let your imagination run wild?

"Uh, yeah! Sorry, just... thinking... a lot."

That's an understatement.

"I see... well, do you need anything?"

Your face scrunches up in confusion.

"Eh, no? I think?"

You honestly can't remember what he even asked at this point. How is Cap the only thing keeping you from unraveling around this man? This is a TERRIBLE time to realize your teacher is ho-

"Oh, you sure? I have to go tend to something, but I can do you a favor before I leave."

Wait. Why was he outside already when he saved you? You sit up before you could even fully process the thought, eyes wide with realization.

"Did- did I... distract you? From something?"

"Uh- well, your situation was far more important, so please don't worry about it. It's just some routine fieldwork."

You groan, placing a hand over your face.

"...sorry I've been- a bit much this semester."

"Uhp!"

He leans over to the side slightly to see your face better.

"Nono, please don't think that way! I really do enjoy, uh, seeing you bond with Cap so well! It's a beautiful process, don't you think?"

You shrug, hand still on your face.

Jacq seems to look behind himself, the slight vibrations pointing toward that, before carefully pulling your hand down.

"Hey now... no worries, really..."

Your shoulders shake a little. You don't know why the tears are coming back, but they are. Eyes squeezed shut, you groan a little bit in defeat. He gives you a gentle back rub.

"Ah... stay here, alright? I might not be back in time to check on you tonight, but I will in the morning. I really don't want you leaving Mesagoza for a while..."

You nod, arm still up before flopping back in bed, tossing and turning a little as you try to get comfortable. He gets up, stretching a little.

"...you have my number, I'll catch Director Clavell up on what happened on my way out. Just focus on getting some R&R today, okay?"

"Mmm... okay."

"Good."

You hear him make his way toward your door.

"I'll have someone lock this for you. See you tomorrow?"

You huff.

"Yeah, tomorrow, at some point..."

He lets out a chuckle before closing the door.

Hopefully he doesn't worry about checking in, because the moment you're alone, you fall into a dreamless slumber.

_\V/_

A/N

Sobbing/j, this Jacq story is gonna be SO long, and we didn't even get to the cute part yet. But don't worry, this part sets it up a little! Hope you like slow burns I guess, oof. The next chapter will be pretty cute, and I'm currently working on the last chapter, which I will make as fluffy as I can. Also, I already posted part 2 to Ao3 as a test yesterday, I don't know how I feel about the mobile version, but the layout is top-notch, so *shrugs*

I like to imagine Pokémon will practice/come up with the idea for a move before getting good and actually consistently using it at certain "levels", which is why Jacq wasn't really worried when Cap started using "Crunch" (he is a tiny terror that needs practice), and also why they can "forget" and remember moves at different times (they have to specialize in using/focus on mastering different moves instead of straight-up forgetting. They can get rusty, too!)

If you feel like I speedran through the "almost falling into the river" part, it's because I did! I feel like the "written in one go" feel kinda suits the mood better than what I had in mind, but then again, I have no idea what my brain was trying to say there in the first place. Fun fact! You were originally going to run into a vendor's cart that was about to run him over (since he's so hard to see) and end up knocking it down, getting hurt in the process of saving him instead of almost falling, but damaging public property was NOT something I wanted to deal with, good intentioned or not, so I changed it

Also, uhhh, I wanted this story to have one drawing for each part, but this one's was accidentally absorbed into Part 3, so have this! I think Jacq is the cursive type (at least while grading papers) just because he's a fairly professional guy. I also imagine his handwriting is looser when writing more than a word or two. Trust me, this is him when he takes his time to write something really neat. He'd be the type to comment on his student's doodles, especially biology related ones (and a powerful Capsakid accidentally catching grass on fire just by existing certainly counts, even as a joke)

[karliahs]

hey so after reading through your entire ao3 account i just have to tell you that you’re hands down one of the most moving writers i’ve read in a long long time?? i guess i was just wondering what kinds of things influence your writing style and if you have any favorite books you’d recommend!! basically your prose is incredible and i would absolutely eat up more of it/anything like it

💛💛💛💛💛💛 this is such a sweet message and i can't tell you how happy it made me!! that means a great deal to me that you like my stuff enough to want to read more things like it

i don't necessarily know that there are writers who i feel like i'm emulating with my prose/writing style, or who i feel are similar to me. it's kind of hard to see that stuff with your own work, maybe? BUT i will absolutely ramble about some of my fave authors/books that i think everyone should read

i do think my stuff is influenced by the fact that i have read a lot of children's fiction - i studied children's lit a fair bit at uni and it's what i wrote my undergrad dissertation about. and while i know adults read/enjoy my work as well as teens, i think i take a fair bit from the children's/YA world in terms of writing about big/intense topics but gently

one of my fave children's authors and authors in general is frances hardinge. she is just...christ. her imagination, her world-building, her characters. one of the best things a book can do imo is take you to a really dark place and then back out of it with equal conviction, and the lie tree is one of the best examples i've seen of that. and i think about a face like glass and its worldbuilding constantly, and a skinful of shadows has the sickest premise on earth and absolutely delivers on it

i do also read a lot of short stories! they are underrated imo and very much their own artform. in the fic world if you lean towards oneshots/shorter works like mine then i'd recommend trying them out! i will say my taste in short stories tends to lean towards the weird and unsettling...like mouthful of birds by samanta schweblin, how to gut a fish by sheila armstrong, salt slow by julia armfield, eyes guts throat bones by moira fowley-doyle

hmmm people have previously commented on my writing being quite introspective and grounded, more about people feeling things than about plot, and my favourite book along those lines is very cold people by sarah manguso. it's so vivid and emotive and well-told. i have recced it to several people by being like listen nothing happens in this book and also it slaps.

i try to infuse my writing with a sense of compassion, and authors who do this really well imo are becky chambers, a long way to a small angry planet especially, and martha wells with murderbot, too.

uhhh these next ones i don't think i can draw even a tenuous connection with my own writing, but i think they're so good and everyone should read them. the mercies and the dance tree by kiran millwood hargrave are gorgeous and devastating. so is idaho by emily ruskovich, one of those books that's too good for me to even really talk about it coherently. piranesi by susanna clarke also - too good, can't say anything about it. courtney summers writes with uncomprising vivid rage, and i come back to her work often because of it: the project and sadie are my biggest recs, though maybe look up content warnings for sadie first because it's...a lot. actually lots of the ones in this paragraph have some very heavy subject matter so read with caution/possibly look up warnings first

i don't know that i answered the question you asked exactly but thank you very much for asking it, and happy reading!

[saitama-division]

Saitama, home to a “queenly” and highly regarded divison protecting their lives from Chuohku. Considering that, a special models birthday was just around the corner.

Well…Not just a “model” anyway…

While Lola Takahashi was excitedly working on a new clothing project, it appeared something was waiting for her. Right on the side of her desk was a small package. Seems normal, right…?

“Hm, I wonder who was nice enough to give me this…” Lola thought to herself as she slowly, but surely opened the box and awaited the contents inside.

Inside…Was lavender perfume…?

— Later —

Seconds later, Lola was face planted on her desk, having smelled the strangely strong scent. It appeared she was knocked out cold…and will be for a long time.

Though…a strange voice had echoed in her head.

“Maybe you’ve blinded everyone, even your own teammates on what you have done…but it will not go unnoticed. You can come at me, I daresay you may earn victory…however, I simply cannot let something so hidden go unpunished.”

“So, this is your “silence.” Let that sink in as you awaken…”

It turns out, that voice was right behind her. Taking one last look in, the butler strode off. Not before easily scratching a good chunk of Lola’s office door…

- Later -

"Lola? Lola, wake up. Lola!" Kureha shook the Model awake as Lola groggily opened her eyes and hissed in pain, placing a hand to her forehead.

"What..?" The blonde croaked out and Kureha raised an eyebrow, looking at her best friend in concern. "Are you alright? I kept calling you but you didn't answer, I got worried so I came over here to find you asleep. Did you stay up or something?"

Lola furrowed her eyebrows, confused and momentarily disoriented. She tried to recall what had happened before she passed out-no. The Model's face turned into a scowl as the memories came back to her, she didn't passed out, she was knocked out, someone fucking knocked her out in her own home.

Spotting the bottle of "perfume" still on her desk, Lola snatched the thing and stood up much to Kureha's confusion, she walked over to her window and opened it before throwing the bottle out and shutting her window once she heard the satisfying "crack".

Kureha only blinked, still confused and even more concerned than before. "Uhhh...do I even want to know?"

Lola walked over to her desk and grabbed her phone, angrily tapping on it. "Some bitch ass motherfucker thought it would be funny to send a message but they messed with the wrong bitch." She gritted out as she typed, while she didn't know for sure who the sender was, she had a pretty good fucking guess and was now she was pissed.

After a minute, Lola clicked her phone off and turned to Kureha. "What time is it?"

The Artist shrugged. "5:30, why?"

The Model groaned and shut her eyes, she couldn't believe that bitch made her miss half the day already! "No reason, just go wait in the living room, I'll be there in a minute."

Kureha slowly nodded and left the room, leaving Lola to stew in her frustration for a moment before a ping on her phone got her attention, she looked at it to see the message.

"Come see me when you got the time, we'll talk more, this isn't the first time something like this happened."

Thank you for the gift! (Bitch)

[ghastlybin]

Request: DC 8th member au. It's the reader's birthday and the girls surprise the reader with like a surprise party at a fan meet. The fans and members get the reader gifts. The reader is really happy and later goes on a Vlive or Weverse live talking about how happy and thankful she is. Just a whole lot of fluff.

This is such a cute idea :,) I really hope you like it/ hope it’s what you envisioned and thank you so much for the request! <3333

Pairing: uhhh none? Unless you count ALL of Dreamcatcher lmao

Word count: 1,441

Genre/contents: Dreamcatcher’s 8th member! AU, Fluff, there was an attempt to be as wholesome as possible.

Note: Not too familiar with what all goes on at fan meets or how vlive/ weverse live works (on the artists POV) so I went on a limb and pretty much winged it but hey, happy birthday!!! Also tried my best to include all members D: if someone is under mentioned, pls know that I love them and didn’t do it on purpose!!! Also, anon, if it’s your birthday (or was), happy birthday!!! I hope you had a great one :) <3

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Couldn’t find a gif with them all facing forward(?) so fck it, I’m using this gif

You didn’t feel any different today, despite it being your birthday. Everything was normal.

Waking up felt normal, save for the messages you woke up to of your friends and family sent wishing you a happy birthday.

But other than those, you felt as if it were an average day. Your own members hadn’t wished you a happy birthday yet, although the post wishing you a happy birthday on the groups official twitter account had been posted an hour before you had actually woken up and seen it.

“Hey, sleepy head.” Siyeon greeted you, smirking as you entered the backstage area where the fan-meet was taking place.

“I’ve been awake for two hours! Why are you still teasing me?” You tried to hide your smile by forcing a pout. Siyeon grinned, indicating she had gotten the reaction she was looking for.

“Alright! Let’s stop teasing her! We have our InSomnia’s waiting for us!“ Jiu put her hands on both yours and Siyeon’s shoulder’s, ushering you two after the other girls.

You fixed your hair last minute, despite the stylist having done that for you.

Greeting the fans that had shown up to see you, you waved at them and posed for your fan-sites as they had taken pictures of you to post later.

A majority of the gathering even had banners with your name and face on them.

But neither of the signs had acknowledged your birthday. Not that you were upset about it, you just thought it would feel nice.

The fan meeting had happened as per usual; You and the girls performed a few songs, interacted with fans, and played some games that entertained the crowd.

“Our next game, we will have Y/N lead.” Jiu announced. The girls and the fans had cheered you on.

Stepping forward, slightly confused as you were only aware of the activities, you’d all be doing at the event- Which had all already passed.

As far as you were concerned, you thought the meeting was ending right about now. Not that you were complaining, though. You felt the love from the fans as they cheered you on.

“What is my objective?” You asked, putting your hands behind your back as you awaited instructions for the next game.

The girls looked at Gahyeon, who happily skipped over to you and handed you a blind fold.

“Put this on first.” She watched as you tied the blind fold over your eyes. Judging by how the blind fold had completely blocked out your vision, you assumed it was a ‘guessing’ game.

“Now what?”

“Patience!” Handong spoke with a chuckle. You felt two hands on your shoulders soon after and another hand had taken yours into theirs.

“Careful- Walk towards me.” Sua spoke, tugging your hand. You felt the person behind you softly push you ahead until They and Sua had stopped.

“Okay,” Dami shuffled in front of you, you heard a soft puff of air being blown out of someone’s mouth- You had assumed it was Dami, as she was the last to speak. “Okay, you can take it off now.”

“Ah! Let me!” Yoohyeon offered from behind you. Your hands had met hers as she had offered right as you were just about to remove the blind fold yourself.

You dropped your hands as she had untied the knot. Upon adjusting your eyes, everyone- Jiu, Sua, Siyeon, Handong, Dami, and Gahyeon had stood in front of the fans, while Yoohyeon had jogged over to join them, holding the blind fold.

You stared in awe and surprise, first noticing the signs InSomnia’s were holding had been flipped around and had read, ‘Happy Y/N day!’.

Then you noticed the tray in front of you with a medium sized cake that had a small caricature of you on top of it and also had the spelling, ‘Happy Y/N day!’. Beside the cake, was a table of gifts- All for you, that had previously been hidden behind a curtain you had thought was something else.

The candles on the cake had been lit and you noticed Dami holding a used match. You grinned widely, wrapping your arms around yourself from all the love you felt in that moment.

“Oh my…” You moved your hands to cover your face, feeling yourself tear up. The girls came up to join you, Sua and Siyeon were at your immediate left and right, their arms around you as you let a few tears of joy escape.

“Everyone! Happy birthday to you,” Jiu urged the crowd to sing with her. Soon the other girls had joined in as well as Sua and Siyeon had hugged you while you had gotten emotional.

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Y/N, Happy birthday to you!”

You sniffled, blowing out the candles before melted wax had dripped onto the cake itself. Everyone in the meeting had cheered for you once again and you picked the candles out, setting them to the side.

“Thank you- All of you, so much!” You spoke, gratefully after Handong had passed the mic to you.

“I am so very grateful to all of you,” You wiped the tears from your face as you continued. You turned towards the girls, a fond smile on your face, “And I’m very grateful to my members as well. I’m proud to be a part of such an amazing group.”

Soon after you had said that the girls had rushed to engulf you in a group hug. If you didn’t love them as much as you did, you’d have felt suffocated in their hold.

“I think this is officially my best birthday ever.”

Later on that evening, you had decided to go live to thank fans before heading to bed and ending the day.

You waited a moment for more people to join and almost immediately had a chat full of birthday wishes and various emojis.

You smiled, waving at the camera and covering your mouth to hide a yawn.

“Sorry- Hello everyone! Welcome in!” You read a few comments in the chat, each of them making your heart feel full.

“Thank you so much for the birthday wishes!”

You read another comment, wishing you happy birthday, but the poster had also added a small paragraph of how amazing you are and how much they love you.

“Gosh! I’m going to cry again! Why are you all so sweet?!” You laughed away the tears.

“Why did you cry?”

You read that comment out loud, raising your eyebrows as you had initially forgotten not everyone was aware of your emotional reaction earlier.

“Ah… Today I thought everyone forgotten my birthday- I admit, that was a bit dramatic of me. But during our fan meeting, my members had surprised me with a birthday party,” you paused for a second, smiling at the memory.

“I felt very… Happy… Thankful… Loved. My heart is full, and I really do love you guys. If any of my members are watching, I love you too. I don’t think I could do anything without your love and support.”

You laughed at a comment that read, ‘now you’re going to make me cry!’

“Don’t cry! Let’s be happy today before it ends.” You smiled at the camera.

Hearing a knock on your door, you jumped as you had thought everyone had been fast asleep by now. Before you could open the door, it had been opened by whomever was behind it.

“Ah! It’s just Dami.” You teased, earning a playful nudge.

“And Gahyeon!” Gahyeon had entered after Dami. Both girls sat beside you and soon Jiu, Sua, Siyeon, Handong, and Yoohyeon had entered, all sat around you as you had adjusted your webcam so that everyone had been in view.

“My second family is here, everyone say hi!” You grinned. The girls had simultaneously waved at the camera, saying ‘hello’ while the comments had been spammed with various ways of saying ‘hello’ back.

“Y/N grows up so fast, don’t you think?” Jiu spoke up, a smile on her face. You groaned, “I don’t feel any older.”

“Does anyone ever?” Jiu added. You read more comments, most of whom had agreed with Jiu.

“One more hour until your birthday is over,” Dami smirked, “should we sing to you again?”

You shrugged, “one more won’t hurt- “

“Happy birthday to you!” Gahyeon had led the song, barely letting you finish your sentence.

The other girls had joined in, “Happy birthday to you!”

You giggled at them singing to you, deciding to just go with it, waving your hands from side to side as they continued.

“Happy birthday dear Y/N, Happy birthday to you!”

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I will never ever reblog anything telling anyone that a thing they like 'was totally stupid all along' or to 'read/watch another book/show/movie'. Because besides being a nasty attitude, like. That's not what any of this is about! You can't hear 'oh the author is a bigot now and it's horrible' and go 'oh yeah, their stuff was Obviously bigoted and horrible all along, I could Tell, and if you even liked it at all ever ur an idiot and a bigot'

Like. If you're not giving money to the author and ur trying to educate other ppl WHY DOES IT MATTER if you still like the thing????? Stop moralizing ur hate on for something, stop trying to Win at morals. I'm Queer, Nonbinary/Trans, and Jewish and disabled, I hate who jk Rowling has become and I hate her for Ruining what the books meant to me and so many others. I read tons of books where the author includes some shitty stuff or biases I don't agree with and I go yeah I don't like that.

The issue is NOT the book series. I don't care if the books contain bigoted shit, bc fictional content doesn't even compare to how a real person is hurting people. Plus so do like 90% of books, like, somehow I still enjoy the dragonriders of pern books despite some iffy stuff abt gay men and abt consent, bc the core of the story is what it meant to me.

The house elves and handling therof specifically is racist, how she handled characters from other cultures is iffy, and goblins I suppose could be seen as antisemitic trope but that level of antisemitism is kinda everywhere so I'm used to ignoring it in books and movies. But anyway. The issue is NOT the books, beyond 'don't buy them (firsthand at least) bc it gives her money'. The discussion of 'jk is a terfy piece of shit who is hurting ppl' should not become about some ppl feeling morally superior for not liking a book series (or pretending they never liked it) or insisting the series was never even good anyway so its not a loss. It's good to suggest alternatives to read for people who feel like they can't read hp anymore but love some of the messages or some setting or plot elements, as long as it's not phrased like you Have to discard hp like it's trash.

Lets actually be honest here: The books are good, not amazing, not some height of literature, but they were good books for kids. They were good for a kid who wanted to be braver, who wanted to have powers, who wanted to escape - into a magical world, into a book.

Look: The books said people who value others on some idea of purity are bad people, unequivocally. The books said fascism is bad. They said kids can't always trust adults to do right by them, which mostly kids know and it feels good to have a book acknowledge that yeah, adults are mean or wrong sometimes.

The books said love and caring and friendship and loyalty and helping others and standing up for others and being open to new ideas are good and important and what life is about. The books said love and family and friendship are stronger than hate and greed and prejudice. Those are important messages! And that is exactly why jk's move to terfyness (and everything else she's up to) is such a betrayal. Because she's become her villain, she has become the thing she wrote as a horrible thing to be, and she's so convinced she's Not and that us queer and trans ppl (and now just. Scottish ppl who want to be independent???) are the Real villains for uhhh wanting to exist and do our own thing???

Anyway the pt is she betrayed us and she won't ever get money from me willingly again and I'll try to spread the word and convince others not to feed the beast, but anyone going on abt the books is just trying to feel morally superior and is self righteous and trying to get an A+ in social justice which is literally always the problem.

Let's like. Please for the future focus on the actual issues and Not on debating the quality of the book series??? Otherwise it's also obvious u just don't like the books and are just using this as a justification for that, which isn't necessary. We don't have to justify not liking shit, we don't have to sit on that and wait until the author reveals themself to be an asshole to go 'ooh yes!!'.