#so it’s a big problem. he’s pulling his owner’s arm off; he’s jumping up at people; he’s barking… he’s full on

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People need to train their dogs and I’m not asking nicely anymore

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Right around the corner (2) - Azriel

You asked and you shall recieve. Buckle up because this is long. Don't worry, there will be a part three, let me know what you think and if you have any request!

(1), (2), (3), (4), (5)

Plot: what happened after each time Azriel's family noticed something weird about him, and that time they found out.

Azriel counted the berries once more, checking that Cassian hadn’t opened the box again while he was distracted. It wouldn’t be the first time the general snuck into his room to take something he liked. His shadows, so used to his presence, sometimes didn’t bother to report it.

But the berries were untouched and he felt happy, for the first time in a long time.

Only the feeling of the fruit on his fingers had him shuddering, because as Cassian had said, he didn’t eat berries. He hated berries. Even if he had touched things far grosser than them, berries held a special place on his heart.

He kept his thoughts for himself and packed in a small bag the berries and other things he had bought. Then, he gathered his breath, excitement and other feelings close to his heart, and winnowed away from his room.

As soon as his feet touched the new ground, his shadows unfolded under his feet, ignoring any type of warning from their owner to stay quiet.

“Guys, come on” Azriel scoffed, watching the unfolding darkness around him. “You need to control yourselves. It’s getting out of hand”

The shadows did indeed slow and disappeared eventually, letting him see the familiar bakery. The shelves filled with baked goods, the counter with cookies for the children who came with their families, the pictures of Velaris and other places on the wall.

Azriel couldn’t keep the smile off himself when he noticed the familiar smell, cinnamon and fresh baked bread. For the first time in what felt like a week, his wings relaxed behind his back and his shoulders slumped down.

He felt like home.

“Sorry, we’re closed!” he heard a voice call from inside when he opened the door.

Something fell to the ground, followed by a curse, and then rushed steps came to greet him. A dirty apron, hand stained with flour and a pink smudge on a cheek appeared through the door.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to – Az!”

Your laugh made his heart jump in his chest, and he quickly closed the distance between your bodies. Leaving the goods on the counter, he welcomed you with open arms. Azriel wasn’t a man of hugs, at least until he met you. Then, you created a new part of him that craved for contact, for your hugs and caresses.

Through the bond, he felt a tug of happiness and relief, and he sent his own emotions running wild. He had learnt by then it was good to share them, that you were a safe place for him and he had nothing to fear.

His leathers, that he had so carefully cleaned the previous day, met your dirty apron with eagerness. Your arms locked around his neck and his found your middle. Before he could greet you, your lips were on his.

They were soft against his chapped ones, and fit just as perfectly as the rest of your bodies.

Azriel answered the kiss with passion, taking a few clumsy steps forward until you almost touched the counter. He pressed you harder against him, until there was no air in between. No possible space.

Your lips parted and so did his, Azriel’s tongue teasing the seam of yours slowly. Your taste on his mouth almost had him going feral. Almost. Because just after the first brush against your tongue, you were pulling away and opening the bag he had brought with him.

“What’s this? Is this for me?” you turned and twisted on his arms until he was still holding you close, but with your back against his chest. “It’s big. And what’s – “

“You’re gonna drive me crazy” he chuckled, easily dragging you away from the bag.

It was easy to forget about the horrors of the world, about his problems, when he had you in his arms. The soft, lovely baker he had met five years ago as he investigated disappearances in Velaris, and that had offered him a piece of lemon pie because he seemed sad.

Sometimes, he found himself tearing up and thanking the Cauldron for the bond it had snapped between you two, overwhelmed by the feelings you awoke in him. The soft, lovely baker with the cruel, dark spymaster.

“I missed you” he leaned down and breathed against your neck, hearing your heart roaring. “So much”

“It’s only been three days” you tried to squirm away, but found his hands on your middle and squeezed them. “But I missed you more”

“Were my stolen shadows not a good company?” he pointed with his chin to the sneaky ones trying to hide in the kitchen.

“Certainly, more useful than their master around the kitchen – stop!”

He finally let you go after playfully biting your neck. Azriel looked into your eyes and knew that, if you asked, he would get rid of every and each one of his shadows so they could become your kitchen’s helpers. Not only the ones that had snuck on him to stay with you, but even his soul if you asked.

Before you could spoil the surprise, he left a last peck on the corner of your mouth and tore away. Azriel opened the bag and gave you the box of berries, which you squealed in happiness for.

“Fresh from the market. And I bought some other things you might need” he shrugged, as if thinking of you when he went grocery shopping wasn’t a big deal.

“You didn’t have to” you walked right by his side as he pulled things out of the bag, any space between you an offense. “But thank you”

As he explained what he had gotten and how hard had it been to convince Cassian that they didn’t need to try every brand of chocolate they had, you stayed glued to him.

There was a half-made cake on the kitchen that you needed to finish, hopefully before night time, but you didn’t move from his side. Since both of you had busy schedules, it was hard to meet and spend time together, even more when there were celebrations close and everyone wanted cakes and special desserts.

His arm eventually found its way around your waist, and by the time Azriel finished, you had both of yours wrapped around his middle, your head resting on his chest.

“I should put the berries on the cake before leaving tonight” you told him, knowing you two would spend the night together and the rest of your duties would have to wait until tomorrow. “Wanna help me?”

“Sure”

And for the next thirty minutes, Azriel held his gagging as he picked up berries and followed your instructions in the kitchen.

-

Azriel was late, and he hated that.

It had been a busy day at work, and the same hands that would probably hold you tonight had been stained with blood. He felt awful about it, and he ended up being even crueler than usual. The poor bastard who had been trying to steal information for Beron from the night court wouldn’t survive the night.

And because he was so focused on the feeling of his hands around you, he hadn’t noticed he still carried your present with him. Only noticed when the Fae got a chance at him and he fell on his ass, the necklace falling out of his pocket.

Azriel had been so worried for it that he hadn’t been able to proper defend himself. The male had gotten a few good hits and they had broken the necklace, when Azriel stepped on it. Thankfully, it had been only the chain.

Thankfully, he knew Mor could fix it and she had.

He had left his friend alone in her house and had willed himself to thank her instead of winnowing away.

Because he was late.

You had agreed to have dinner at your place, because five years ago, you had met each other in your bakery and the bond had snapped. And you liked to celebrate it together, as your anniversary, and spend a whole day together. Starting with the previous night, having dinner together.

Azriel used the key you had given him long ago and entered quietly in the apartment, his shadows making a quick assessment of the place. They came with the news he expected – you were already sleep, food cold in the kitchen table. What he didn’t expect was to see you sleeping in the kitchen table, your head between your arms and your body slumped down in a chair.

“Y/N” he called softly. He almost retched when his hand, that hours ago had been covered in blood, touched your bare shoulder. “Darling, you fell asleep. You want me to carry you to bed?”

The clock pointed to the number three, way past the time you had agreed to meet. Watching you asleep in such a weird position only made him feel worse. He sat on the empty seat next to you, moving the chair softly so that it didn’t disturb you.

Azriel moved his hand to your cheek, brushing the soft skin. You looked beautiful under the candle lights, even asleep. Part of him wanted to wake you only to crawl on the ground and tell you how he didn’t deserve you and how sorry he was. The other part felt already terrible enough and didn’t want to bother you more.

The decision was made for him when you opened lazily one eye. He had been absentmindedly caressing your face, and you had woken up to the best sight you could hope to.

So, ignoring his inner war and demons, you gave him a tired smile and nuzzled against his touch.

“Hey” you whispered. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I… I’m so sorry, darling” he choked out, already feeling the words stuck on his throat. “Work was tough today, and then something happened. I wanted to come here but – “

“It’s fine. You’re okay” you blinked at him. “I love you”

He blinked back at your words.

You had said it already multiple times, but Azriel had been unable to answer back. Even if he knew he loved you, that he rooted for you, he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, afraid someone would come and take it away from him. Like any other good thing he had had in his life.

Instead of becoming upset or angry, you had kept saying it over and over again, as if somehow you knew how much he needed to hear it. How little he believed it at the beginning, when everything felt like a dream. Like a gift that wasn’t meant for him.

“I love you” you repeated softly.

There was only relief through the bond. At him being okay, at him being unharmed. Not disappointment at him for being late, or anger because of the wasted time. Just relief and love, so much love he forgot about the phantom blood on his hands.

“Are you hungry? I can reheat dinner” you finally rose from the table, looking at the untouched food. “I’m sorry, I think I ate almost half of it. I eat a lot when I worry”

“I’m sorry” he repeated. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it’s late, and I should have been here sooner. I’m sorry”

“Baby, it’s okay” you assured him.

You found his hand, the one that hadn’t fallen behind your neck, and brought it between your own. Looking at him in the eyes, you kissed the first knuckle starting from the left. He stared back while you kissed the scarred skin, so much rougher than yours. His hand was cold against your touch, big enough that you could hold it with both of yours.

You kissed each one of his knuckles, your eyes dropping with each kiss. Azriel noticed you were already fighting to stay awake. Still, you managed to comfort him enough so that the thought of sleeping with you didn’t feel as wrong as before.

“I don’t mind waiting for you, I know it’s not up to you” you explained, squeezing his hand. “You don’t owe me an explanation. Do you want to eat something?”

“No”

Azriel stared at you for a long second, fighting against the feeling in his chest. He felt the weight of the necklace on his pocket, but he knew it wasn’t the right moment. He would have to wait until the morning, because right then, there was only one thing he could think of.

He got up from the chair and bent down next to yours. Both of his hands tilted down your head so that your face was centimeters away from him, your breaths mixed. His eyes were filled with unshed tears that he knew he would drop as soon as he said it.

But first, he needed to make sure that, even if it was an unholy hour and you had every right to kick him out, you understood. You understood that he meant every word, every syllable. That he was right there because of you, and that without you, he would be nothing.

“I love you” he choked out, watching how your eyes widened. “I love you so, so much, Y/N”

“Az…”

“I love you” he repeated, finally breaking down.

Maybe it was the weight of the day, the blood on his hands. The feeling of having somewhere he belonged to, to come back to. He let the tears fall as you quickly caught them all with your thumbs, letting him hide his face on your lap and sob.

Sob for every year he had felt unloved and uncared, for every rejection and disappointment. For his family who didn’t love him, and for his real family, who cared enough for him to fix a broken necklace at three in the morning.

Azriel repeated the words between sobs and his body shook in your arms, his shields and barriers completely down. You caressed your hands through his hair and talked, about him and you, about how much you loved him back and how proud you were. Your words and feelings became part of his as he dissolved and was born new in your arms.

-

Training was something Azriel did naturally. Just as he breathed, as he talked, he trained his body to be on his best form. It wasn’t just Cassian who liked to train in the morning, but the shadowsinger liked his trainings private.

He used to train alone, with his shadows, because he believed training partners only slowed him down.

That had changed three years ago, when he found out that you didn’t train. At all.

And while he hadn’t minded about your different lifestyles, after that moment he wouldn’t stop thinking about possible situations you could face. Like an angry customer that could get violent with you. Or a robbery gone wrong. Even a walk where someone recognized you or smelt him on you.

Azriel spent as much time as he could by your side, but you two had separate lives. Even if he tried to keep his possessiveness and protectiveness in check, he couldn’t help himself.

For a whole month, he panicked in silence. Then, he came up with the idea of shared training. You jumped in the opportunity to spend time together, and Azriel discovered just how hard having a training partner was.

You didn’t know to move your body outside the kitchen, didn’t know how to defend or attack, and certainly couldn’t hold your ground. So he made it his mission to train you.

After three years, he could proudly say that his training partner could beat whoever she wanted.

“That was great” you panted besides him, both of you sitting against a wall, legs touching.

Azriel had one arm around your shoulder, not minding the sweat and additional heat. He was tired, ready to hit the shower, but couldn’t miss the opportunity to be near you. He took a swing at the bottle.

“If by great you mean I beat you again, yeah, I guess” Azriel chuckled, passing you the water. “You’re just lucky my shadows love you so much”

“I would call them my shadows. Right?”

Shadows circled your fingers and pushed the water can closer to you, happily moving between your two bodies. During the training, not only you held your ground, but had his shadows helping you. Azriel found himself tripping on them, being blinded and even restrained.

They had made it a habit to move around you like their second owner, but Azriel didn’t mind. He had been scared at the beginning that you would be afraid of them. Them being in love with you too wasn’t a problem at all.

You drank from the bottle and Azriel watched you with fascination. You were sweating, just like him, and most of your hair had fallen off your pony-tail braid. He fixed his eyes on it, having braided it himself just before training.

A sneaky, treacherous part of him wondered if your children would have his dark hair, or they would look like you. If his daughter would ask him to braid her hair and all the other kids at school would be jealous.

Busy staring at you, he didn’t notice your movement until you were sitting on his lap, your chest touching his and your arms around his shoulders.

From up close, he could see the beads of sweat running down your neck, and he could smell it too. Smell, apart from your usual, soft essence, your arousal.

“I must be the envy of every woman in Velaris” you started, nestling yourself just fine in his lap. “Watching the shadowsinger train”

“I am the luckiest man in Velaris, watching you train” he dropped his hands to your lower back. “Don’t you have things to do? Cakes to bake?”

“I was thinking about doing something, yeah” you leaned down and brushed your lips against his. “How much time do you have left?”

“Enough”

It had been foolish of him to think he would make it on time to the family game night, knowing you two would train just before it. There was nothing worse for his ego than knowing how much it turned you on watching him train, and certainly, there was nothing that turned him on more than watching you.

Your lips crashed against him just as roughly as he had tackled you earlier, and your hips moved against his pants. That were already painfully tight around his groin.

Azriel’s hand traveled up to your neck, until he could keep your head glued to him. You opened your mouth to him and his tongue didn’t ask for permission, just explored the already familiar place.

With his right hand, he pushed you back and forward against him. He groaned when your own fingers traced the back of his neck, moving down his shoulders and chest.

He kissed you as if you would disappear, as if there wasn’t enough time in the world to properly show you how much he loved you. His hands were eager against your body, hard but loving. Barely able to breath, Azriel slanted his mouth over yours, tongues intertwined.

You were pushed away from his mouth when he found your braid, tugging you back so he could access your neck.

“Az, please”

“Please what?” he grunted against your throat, his voice deep and rough. “Want me to do what?”

“If you don’t get into my pants now, I’m letting the shadows do the work”

You were pressed even closer to him, and suddenly, your hair was let down. He moved his expertly fingers through your hair and braid, letting it fall undone. Azriel couldn’t even start to describe how much he loved your hair. Gripping it, caressing, pulling it back.

He quickly let the rubber band fall against his wrist, knowing fully well he would have to shower a few times to hide your smell from his family because of what he was about to do.

Without letting go of your hair, he managed to unzip your pants and get you to stand up enough to get one leg free.

“Remember that I have your rubber band” he said quietly, already forgetting about it when he touched your soaked panties. “Cauldron, Y/N. You won’t be walking straight for a week”

You couldn’t answer, his skilled fingers finally finding you where you needed him. You only had time to crash your lips once more against his so he swallowed down your first moan.

-

Azriel had thought you would be mad. That it would be the first argument in six years together, that he had crossed a line. After two days in a murderous rage, after slaughtering so many Illyrians, he had almost lost sense of reality.

He had appeared in your bakery late at night, knowing he would find you there stress-baking. He had broken down on Rhys’ shoulder, and broke down once more as he saw the worry and panic on your eyes, the unshed tears.

Azriel had thought you would scream at him that he didn’t have any right, that he was crazy. Territorial, male bullshit, you had told him many times. Though he didn’t regret it, he feared your reaction.

But you had only crushed him in a hug, leaving the unbaked cookies on the table and rushing to him. He crumbled once more against your body, like that night when he finally said that he loved you.

He could still see the wings on the wall, could remember how clearly he had known which one was yours. How, when he had asked portraying a curious tourist, he had heard them laugh at your suffering from a hundred years ago, still fresh.

You had finally confessed a few nights ago what had happened in your childhood, when your father sold you to a group of Illyrians to be a tavern maid. Along with a few other girls, they had let you try and escape the clipping by running through a hill.

Only to hunt you down like animals and rip them out.

Azriel had been civil enough to stay the night with you. The next morning, he was gone into the mountains.

“You’re okay” you broke the silence, hugging him impossibly close. “You’re okay. Thank God, Azriel, you’re okay”

He just squeezed his eyes and let your panic calm down. Let your hands pull him away and touch every inch of his skin. Throw his leathers to the ground, undo his pants and leave him in his underwear.

If he thought what he had seen those last two days were the worst of it, he was wrong. His heart broke all over again when your breathing sped up until you couldn’t even talk anymore, just blindly search for wounds.

Azriel managed to grab your wrists before you pulled away completely, bringing your hands to your chest.

“Y/N, I’m fine” he assured you. “I promise”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know!” you screamed at him.

It was the first time he heard you rise your voice. Always the gentle, patient one, you never yelled. He had almost believed there wouldn’t be an argument, but between soundless sobs and rushed breaths, you pointed a shaky finger at him.

“I didn’t know, Azriel. You left and I could only guess where. What if – what if something had happened? And what would I have told Rhysand? Anyone?”

“Darling, nothing happened”

“It could have happened! Don’t you see?” your bottom lip quivered. “I don’t have anything else, I can’t lose you. You can’t do that to me”

“You’re not gonna loose me. Not over some male chauvinist pigs that should have died long ago” he crossed the space between you two and almost sighed in relief when he touched you again. “I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m sorry… Y/N, I’m sorry I scared you”

“They could have done it to you too. I didn’t know if they were doing it to you too”

Even if it had been only seconds, when you finally fell against his naked chest once more, Azriel breathed again. You babbled against his chest about how they could have clipped his wings, how scared you had been.

And Azriel realized that, even if that had always been him, acting without consequences or explanations, it wouldn’t be anymore. The usual relief of the revenge was overshadowed by the guilt.

He let his shadows dance around the two of you, catch your tears and scoff at him. He hugged you close and, once he was sure you were calm enough, he winnowed you away, still in his underwear.

That night, you two bathed together, not leaving each other’s side for the whole night. He promised himself it would never happen again, that you wouldn’t shed another tar for him. And when it was time to go to bed, he let himself one final moment of relief after caressing the scars on your back.

-

It wasn’t as if Azriel hid you from his family. He just didn’t show you.

After the bond snapped in place, he had trouble coming to terms with the new feelings. He remembered your surprised face, your blush and his first stuttering. As much as he tried to stay away from you, each aimless work took him right to where you were. And after two months of only smiles and shy waves, you finally went up to him.

He expected demands, fear, or disgust. He didn’t expect a choice.

You asked him if he wanted the bond, what he wanted to do. That you had noticed he approached but didn’t talk, and wanted to make sure he was comfortable with it. Through all the conversation, Azriel couldn’t stop looking at your lips. And he agreed without knowing you had asked him for a first date.

Since then, it took him almost a year to fully accept it, and another five months until you offered him, once more, the lemon pie and consolidated it. You two were locked in your apartment for an additional three weeks after that.

And until this moment, Azriel had navigated his feelings and love for you in the private life. He had brought you sometimes to the wind house, and much to his surprise, you had greeted Feyre one time as if you knew each other.

But apart from her, none of his friends knew about the bond, about you or about his parallel life. That changed, however, two days before your sixth Starfall together.

Both of you were in your apartment, where Azriel basically lived. It was late night, too late to be up. After a busy day together, you had decided to eat a midnight snack before going to bed. It wouldn’t have taken you so long if Azriel had kept his hands to himself. But, after watching you move around in the kitchen, he couldn’t help it and you had ended in the couch without clothes.

You were preparing dinner with his shadows and he was reading on the couch, banned from the kitchen after the incident. There was soft music and winter decorations, making the small space look like a home.

He had been on the same page for almost thirty minutes, too busy watching you move around the kitchen, working your magic. That was why it took him so much to find the notes, tucked in the next page of his book.

There were eight of them, each one written in worse calligraphy

You better explain me why Feyre has just told me that you have a mate before falling asleep.

You have a mate?????

Azriel fucking answer me right now

I just woke up Cassian and he didn’t know, we’re pissed

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A MATE MOTHERFUCKER WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS TO THE OTHER CONTINENT AND BACK YOU LYING SHIT – I’M CASS ANSWER NOW

Don’t make us wake her up, you know how Feyre gets

We woke her up, she’s angry but she says you have had HER FOR SIX YEARS AZRIEL ANSWER NOW

Azriel we’re sorry we were so mean can you please tell us where you are we just wanna talk

Meet us tomorrow at the cabin, we need to talk, btw Cassian woke up the whole house and now we’re having a secret meeting without you sucks.

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Nap Buddies

Pairing : Han Jisung x gn!reader ; friends to lovers

Genre : fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff

Word count : about 800

Warning : cuteness

Author's note : this is my first Tumblr post ever (besides reblogging lol) so please be indulgent (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners

Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions

46. "Why don't we take a nap? We can be nap buddies."

34. "You gotta stop doing that." "What?" "Saying things that make me wanna kiss you."

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It is the middle of the afternoon and you are in the recording studio with Jisung, settled on the small couch while he is on his computer chair working on some lyrics. You didn't mind coming here at first when he asked you to because it would help him concentrate to have you near. But right now you are getting a bit concerned.

He gives all his attention to his work as always once he gets into it, yet you notice the way he blinks so slowly and has to hold back yawns. You already knew he probably hasn't slept much last night but the dark circles under his eyes confirm your suspicions. He looks tired but you are pretty sure he's too focused on the lyrics to even realize it.

You sigh as you get up with a small groan, your body not really pleased to leave the comfy position you were in. You silently walk to him and stop behind his back, sneaking your hands on his shoulders to get his attention. You chuckle as he slightly jumps, the simple touch startling him. He looks back at you and you give him a soft smile, instinctively starting to massage his shoulders gently as you wait for him to take his headphones off. He quickly finishes writing down the lyrics he had in mind right now and turned around to face you. He could do all the details later, he had the idea.

"Yes ? he softly takes your hands in his as they slide off his shoulders.

— Well... You are obviously tired, and I'm sleepy too. you start and he speaks up before you can tell him your idea.

— I'm okay ! he protests.

— Let me finish ! you pout. So.. I was saying. You are tired, I am sleepy. Why don't we take a nap ? We can be nap buddies ! you give him the sweetest excited smile and he melts, his face softening.

— You gotta stop doing that. he chuckles, looking at you fondly.

— What ? you question, getting a bit worried that your proposition was too much.

— Saying things that make me wanna kiss you." he replies, his voice more shy than usual despite his attempt to hide his slight nervousness and appear confident.

You immediately blush, your whole body freezing on the spot. You were definitely not expecting that. You have liked Jisung for a while now, how could you not when he shoots his beautiful smile at you every time he sees you ? But you most definitely did not expect him to openly say he wants to kiss you.

"You... Really ? you look at him with hopeful eyes. He notices it, but he still hesitates to answer. After all, you did not tell him if you wanted to kiss him too or not.

— I mean... Yeah. he admits, deciding he should be honest. Is that a problem ?

— What ? No ! Of course not. I've had a crush on you for so so long. You can't even know how bad I've wanted to kiss you all this time. You stop him instantly, not wanting him to get you wrong before blushing, embarrassed at your own admission.

— It's okay, it's okay. Me too. I have liked you for a looong time. he quickly reassures you with a soft giggle and squeezes your hands still in his. I guess we're just two big idiots. he laughs.

— I guess so.." you laugh with him.

You both slowly calm down and look at each other fondly for a few silent minutes before Jisung carefully pulls you to sit on his thighs. You are a bit surprised at first but you just smile and let him do so, settling comfortably in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck to hug him.

"Can I get a kiss finally ?" he chuckles and you just smile before leaning in to kiss him tenderly, both of your hands coming to cuo his cute chubby cheeks.

You pull away after a few seconds of the sweetest kiss you've ever had, smiling at him softly. He grins back at you and you nuzzle your face into his neck, just relaxing in Jisung's arms. You stay like this a long time, simply enjoying each other's warmth, before you straighten up a bit to look at his eyes and speak up.

"So.. wanna take that nap ?

— Sure, babe."

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The Girl Next Door

Pairing: Crazy!Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Notes: This is accidetally a series maybe from he request I recived about the movie The Boy Next Door? I cannot start another series but here I am apparently

Hi! I promise you I'm writing. Like my inbox is full! But this has been the craziest week and it's going to be that way for a little longer and I just don't to right write now and it's f r u s t r a t i n g

P.S I wrote the right write in the wrong place hahahaha

Eddie looks up from his weeds as a large moving truck backs up to the garage of the house next door. It had been empty for a couple months after the Andersons had moved out and they’d been trying to sell it. 

There was nothing wrong with it, they just wanted too freaking much, and when they finally came down in price, it got snatched up pretty quickly. It was an overall nice house, he’d been inside it before, two beds two baths, a freaking pool. He’d have to get in good with the new family that lived there… and what perfect way than to offer a little help unloading. 

He stands up, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and stretching a little. The white tank top he’s in is already covered in dirt anyway, no need to change. He dusts off his gloves as he walks toward the new owners, rehearsing his “welcome to the neighborhood” speech in his head 

“Hi I’m Eddie, wow your wife has amazing taste in furniture!” He mumbles to himself as he walks up to the truck. He drags his hand along the side of it as he comes around to the closed hatch 

“Hi there!” He calls out to the man who’s standing in front of it “Eddie Diaz” he holds his hand out 

“Kent” He shakes Eddie’s hand “Jonathan, You live close by?” He looks around at the surrounding houses 

“Actually-“ Eddie throws a thumb back “Right there. Thought I’d be neighborly, maybe offer some help for a bit?” 

“Oh man that would be so cool if you could” He grips his shoulder, smiling. Jonathan seems nice enough, he’s a bit older, maybe in his mid-40s. His hair started to grey a bit but he still looks pretty good. 

He pulls out the ramp and Eddie walks up first, throwing the large door open and taking a second to look at everything. 

It’s all very… girly. And that’s really the only way he can explain it, but it looks so meticulously picked out, everything matches something, you can clearly see the bedroom furniture pieces and living room pieces

“Your wife has interesting tastes” He comments, because what the hell else do you say… she must be a young thing with the sheer amount of different freaking colors. 

Well damn good for you Jonathan. 

“Oh! This isn’t my wife’s stuff, this is-“ 

He’s interrupted by a loud honking noise as a car comes speeding down the road, a powder blue Volkswagen bug with a tan hood down comes screeching to a halt. Some song with a good beat is playing loudly in a language he can’t even understand 

“We’re here!!” He hears a voice cheer and a dog barking from outside of the truck. 

“There she is” Jonathan chuckles as he walks around the side of the truck. Before Eddie can even exit the truck he’s knocked over onto a couch by a large ball of fur that’s decided he’s the perfect place to sit down. He holds the dog in his arms, who apparently has no problem with the fact that he’s a complete stranger 

“Hey! Vulpix get back here!!” Eddie can hear footsteps but he can’t see who they belong to around the panting pup in his lap 

“Vulpix! Get off you crazy jerk!” You snap your fingers and “Vulpix” your Labrador Retriever jumps down and comes over to sit at your feet with a big huff 

“I’m so sorry I thought it was just us, so I let go of the leash! He’s been dying to get on the truck. I think he likes the ramp.” 

Eddie honestly stopped listening at “Vulpix” his heart must have fully stopped beating as he stared at you. You’re smaller than he is, so much smaller actually he wonders how you handle all that dog. He wonders if you need help handling all that dog 

Do you have a boyfriend? It doesn’t fucking matter, he can get past that. 

Is Jonathan your boyfriend?? No. No, he’s probably your father… that’s probably what he was going to say. Wait- fuck wait 

“I’m Y/N!” He zones back in just in time, looking at your hand out in front of him. He takes it and gets off of your couch, your very fluffy couch. He really hopes he didn’t get any dirt on it 

“Eddie” He shakes your hand a bit dumbly, he’s melting more and more with every word out of your mouth, you could be reading the dictionary and he’d know every definition by heart 

He’s still shaking your hand as your father comes over now, rubbing Vulpix’s head. 

“Mr. Diaz graciously offered to help move you in honey! Sorry for the interruption Eddie, but this is my daughter, she’s the one moving here”

Eddie nods at your dad… still shaking your hand. You tilt your head at him, a little smirk on your face 

“You maybe wanna let go? So we can get started?” 

No, no he didn’t want to let go. No way in hell was he ever letting go. You didn’t know it yet, but god did Y/N Diaz have a nice little ring to it… 

A few hours later and you’re all sprawled out on the living room furniture. Eddie purposely sat on the couch with you so you’d put your legs up in his lap, actually, he put them in his lap on his own, you’d put your feet on the floor when you flopped down and he pulled them right up, saying it was your couch, your house and he was cool with it. 

So, freaking cool with it.

“Dinners on me kids, you want anything in particular?” Your dad asks from the floor and you groan sorely as you turn to look at Eddie 

“You’re the expert, any ideas?” 

“I mean I wouldn’t say I’m an expert” He rubs your leg subtly, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin, like he’s just absentmindedly thinking

“I mean, pizza feels like moving food not gonna lie” He chuckles and you give him a thumbs-up

“Hard agree. Got any good places around here?” You pull out your phone and start looking at places and he eases your phone from your hands and sets it down on your torso 

“Leo’s is literally the best, I can place the order and pick it up. That’ll give us all time to freshen up and maybe we can eat it at my place in 45 minutes? You know, where there are plates?” 

You kick at his thigh and he smirks, using that as an excuse to slap your thigh back, just so he can feel you, his hand lingers there as he looks up at you with a devilish smirk. The sound of his palm hitting your skin sends a shiver up his spine because he could think of so many other things he’d love to listen to 

“Plates sound great,” you say sassily, putting your hands on your hips and he gets up, letting your feet fall to the floor. Jonathan hands him a $50 and points at him 

“Now don’t you go running off with that” he jokes and Eddie smiles and slips his hands into his pockets 

“How could I?” He backs up toward the door and pushes it open with his side “You know where I live” 

His heart flutters when you laugh, it makes him kinda dizzy and very giddy. He leaves your house and jogs over to his own to take a shower. He orders the pizza and tosses his phone onto the bed before closing his curtains, he’s thinking ahead this time, planning just a little more than usual. 

Because your bedrooms are across from one another. 

He peeks through the curtains real quick just making sure it was the same setup he was used to from the old neighbors. He’s not really sure why he’s second-guessing that as he wanders into the bathroom and starts stripping down slowly, he’ll admit it, he purposely put the boxes marked “bedroom” in that room. They’d been using it as an office, and seeing as the two rooms were basically the same size… he just thought he’d give you a little push in the right direction. 

Stepping into the shower and letting the cool water rain down over his head, He turns it colder as his thoughts drift over to you because how could they not? He’d been watching you bend over and lift those boxes all afternoon, those tight yoga shorts had him disappearing faster into the truck and helping your dad bring in the couches faster than it took him to get the boner in the first place 

He presses his fist to the shower wall and rests his forehead against it 

“Shit. Shit” He curses as he grabs his cock, stroking his soapy hand over it. He pants against the wall as he tugs on his cock, jerking it quickly, he doesn’t have the time to be leisurely about this, you’re waiting. 

He thrusts his hips, groaning deeply as he fucks his hand. If he thinks hard enough he can imagine your smaller hand, wrapped around his cock, your bare chest pressed to his as you giggle like a little cutie and tease him

He can imagine thrusting between your thighs, feeling your clit rubbing against his cock as he thrusts faster and gets you both off. He wonders if you’re a virgin, he hopes you are for his own sake really. Because imagining other men touching you? Another man putting his disgusting ass hands on his baby. He grunts angrily as his fist comes up to slam against the shower wall, the doors shake a little as his shoulders heave, and his mind is all over the place, switching between still dreaming of you underneath him, squirming and crying as he impales you in the shower and wondering if another man has had you before 

He’d make you pay for that, just a little. 

He finishes washing up and shuts off the shower, he ruined it on his own really. He could have finished and been satisfied but nooo… he had to think of other shit. He steps out of the shower, wraps the towel around his waist, and walks over to the vanity 

“Come on man, get it together” He scolds his reflection as he leans over the sink, his palms flat on the counter. He takes another towel and fluffs his hair, trying to dry it when he hears the doorbell 

“Are you-“ he looks around for a second, but all of his clothes are in the dryer. Well, shit this is about to be awkward. He fastens the towel around his waist as tight as he can and puts the other around his neck. The doorbell rings again and he rolls his eyes 

“I’m coming!” He yells as he strides down the corridor 

“Jesus-“ he swings the door open and there you stand, holding a backpack in front of you

“Hey sorry, I was wondering if-“ Your mouth falls open a little as you stare at the Adonis in front of you. His towel came loose as he was walking, allowing the nearly perfect framing of the deep v-shape of his body. The happy trail nearly sends you into cardiac arrest as Eddie leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and studying his nails 

“You know…” he makes his voice deeper and he can see the little shiver that goes through you as it drops an octave or two 

“I’d let you take a picture if you asked nicely”

“Huh?” You stare at him a little dumbly and he can feel his serotonin shooting through the roof. He puts his finger under your chin and closes your mouth 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” He steps aside and reaches for your arm, pulling you slowly into his house 

“What a stupid lamb” He mumbles as he shuts the door and walks away from you. It’s taking every bone in his body not to drag you into his bedroom lock the door and never let you out 

“Patience Eddie…” He reprimands that caged animal within him, jumping at the chance of you two being alone 

“So whenever you can talk again-” He starts to walk back to his room “You just let me know what you need sweet thing” 

He purposely starts to mess with his towel before he gets into his bedroom, and the way he looks back at you, his eyes flashing with a deep-seated hunger? He can swear he almost sees the same look in yours. 

He’s almost done getting ready when there’s the littlest knock at his door, he snorts as he pulls his jeans over his ass and zips them 

“Come in” 

The door creeks open and he turns around, grabbing his shirt from the bed and smiling at you 

“What can I do for you?” 

He grins as you walk in with your eyes shut, feeling around so you don’t walk into anything. He takes the opportunity to step forward and your palms collide with his chest. He captures them before you can yank them away and your eyes pop open as you feel his pecks under your hands 

“Uhh- um??“ you stammer and he looks down at you, stepping closer. Fuck he loves your size difference 

“You realize by the time you finally get out whatever it is that you need, I’m going to have to leave to pick up the pizza?” 

He lets go of one of your hands and strokes your cheek with the back of his finger before he tilts your chin up to him 

“Come on Y/N,” He says it just the littlest bit sternly and he grins at the way you melt a little, blinking slowly. Good, you can take direction… that’s going to be important. 

“Can I use your shower?” 

Now it’s his turn to be a complete mess. You?? You want to use his shower??

“I'm done for the day, pretty tired. My dad is setting up my bed frame and I don’t want to go to bed dirty and you have everything I’ll need and I know it’s a lot to ask considering-“

“Down the hall to the left” He interrupts you, and he doesn’t want to because he loves hearing you babble… but his jeans are starting to get a little tight and if you don’t leave the room he’s going to jump you, he’s going to throw you down on that bed and- 

“Thank you!! Thank you so so much!” You scurry from his bedroom/

He knows he fucking knows this is dangerous. But he also knows it’s his damn house and he can do as he pleases 

Kind of. 

The door hinges won’t squeak, he’s sure they won’t he’d just fixed and oiled them up a few days ago. He pushes the door open just a few inches, testing it before opening it just wide enough to slip in. You’re singing that same song from earlier and he’s getting distracted by the sweet sounds of your voice and oddly impressed you know the lyrics 

“Fucking focus” He growls at himself as he hides behind the closet wall. He peeks around the corner, he knows you won’t see him…not from this angle. 

But fuck can he see you

He palms at the front of his jeans and unzips them slowly while pulling out his cock, the tip leaks onto the floor as he starts to stroke himself. He watches you shampooing your hair, your breasts bouncing as you scrub it in. 

He’d shampoo your hair for you, condition it too, and help you rinse the soap from your body. His hand moves faster as he dreams of holding the detachable head to your clit and watching you shudder and shake in his arms as he makes sure you’re nice and clean down there. 

He bites down on his fist as he cums hard in his hand, he hasn’t cum like this in a long time. He feels like a stupid teenager as he desperately fucks his hand and fights not to moan your name. 

His legs are jello as he leans against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. His head tilts back as he stares into space, enjoying the steamy atmosphere of the room as he comes down from his high 

He looks down at his hands, wiping them on the front of his jeans quickly (great he has to freaking change) when he notices it 

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck fuck shit fuck” He breathes as he snatches your panties from the floor and slips from the bathroom and quietly shuts the door. 

“Maybe she won’t notice. Maybe it’s fine” he holds the pink cotton in his hands and looks at the cum stains on it. It… looks so fucking good there and it takes a second for him to snap out of it before he decides to get off with them all over again. 

“It’s. Fine.” He takes a deep breath “So fine.”

He decides to change his jeans and stuff your panties in the bottom of his hamper. He’ll clean them and return them! You know- eventually. But it’s fine, you won’t notice, you won't question it and it’s fine” 

Getting out of the danger zone is probably the best idea. He goes into the kitchen and stands at the counter, flexing his fingers before pouring himself a cup of lemonade. Personally, he’d like something a bit stronger to take the edge off but hey he has to drive. He’s just going over his monitor set up when he hears the soft pad of your feet coming down the hallway, your backpack in your hands once again

“Seriously, thanks again for everything” you sigh as you walk over to him, he can feel the warmth of the shower you were just in radiating from your body

“Yeah no, no it’s not a problem I keep telling you. It’s nice to have a new neighbor.” He sips his lemonade, watching you turn your head to the side as you look out of the kitchen window. Were you seriously not going to say anything about the fact that you were absolutely missing your underwear? Did you even notice he wonders? Maybe you didn’t… huh. 

 Eddie entrusts you with his house key as he goes to pick up the pizza, he walks you back over to your house and your father volunteers to go with him, to give you some space to unpack a few things or to just breathe for a bit. 

“You know, I’m glad we met Eddie. You seem like a pretty okay guy”

Jonathan holds the pizzas in his lap on the way back home and Eddie smiles 

“That means a lot, sir. You know you two seem pretty okay yourselves.” He jokes as he turns onto your street. 

“As a dad, I- well I worry about my little girl you know? One day I’m teaching her how to ride a bike and the next she's moving into a place all on her own. I’m worried about her… and, I hope it’s not too much to ask Eddie, he’ll it already seems like  it is.”

“Hey, you can ask me anything. Honestly.” He keeps his tone smooth and level, turning his head to look at him for a second. 

“I think she’d kill me if she knew I asked so maybe we keep this between us… would you look out for her? Just kinda check in from time to time maybe?”

It’s like this relationship has been handed to him on a silver platter. He pulls into his driveway and turns off the car, holding onto the gearshift for a moment. Her father already trusted him, and honestly, that was the biggest hurdle he was worried about. 

“Mr. Kent, it would be my honor to watch out for your little girl. I’m a firefighter, it’s kind of what I do”

Jonathan chuckles and pats Eddie’s hand “Enough with the Mr. Kent, it’s a little stuffy for my tastes, son. Jonathan or John is perfectly fine”

“Hey, have you seen my phone anywhere?” You pop your head into the kitchen and Eddie shrugs 

“No sorry, uh you good with three to start?” 

“Yeah sure, I’ll have my dad call it again I guess”

His fingers are practically itching as he looks down at your phone further back on the counter… you weren’t going to be back for a few minutes and that was enough time he was sure of it, he knew this process like the back of his hand. Just…hold the volume buttons and click the side three times and his software would show up. Really all it took was him placing his phone on top of yours and it would do the rest for him 

It was absolutely for your safety, you were new here. He needed to know where you were and who you were with, your father asked him to look out for you after all. And who was he to deny a worried father? 

[100%] flashes across the screen and Eddie slots his phone back in his pocket. He’d have to set it up within the next four hours before it erased itself. He puts a few napkins over it and goes back to plating the food when it starts ringing 

“Oh, there it is!” You laugh as you come back around into the kitchen 

“Aw shit, sorry sweetheart, I must’ve  covered it earlier” he hands you your plate and picks up the other two and you smile at him, bumping his side with yours 

“You big jerk, how do I know you weren’t creeping through it?” You laugh as he follows you into the living room 

“Who me? Worried I’ll see your internet history?” He grins devilishly as he sets both plates down and your father slides one over 

“I don’t think I want to know what you two are talking about” He chuckles as he digs in. It’s pleasant getting to know you, he tries not to seem like he’s hanging from your every word, your every breath, especially with your father sitting right there. 

No, he needs to play it cool 

“So first night in your house all alone kiddo, you excited?” 

“Kinda” you smile a little “Also kinda nervous. I’m glad I have Vulpix with me…” You look down at your pizza for a minute, because it’s sinking you will be alone for the first time tonight 

“Hey you have me too” Eddie reaches out and rests his hand on your arm, squeezing lightly

“You have my number and I’m right across the lawn! You call me anytime and I’ll come right over okay?” 

“Oh come on Eddie” you scoff a little, missing the way his eyes darken when you move your arm to eat your pizza 

“There’s no way I’m bothering you! You just helped a complete stranger move in, let me use your shower, and went and got us dinner” you list, ticking off your fingers 

“That your dad paid for” he chuckles lightly, sipping his drink 

“Okay so? I couldn’t ask any more of you! I doubt we’ll even talk much after this” You smile a little sadly and he has to take a minute to reign it in, he doesn’t even blink, just kind of stares at his cup for a second 

“I didn’t- that was rude-“ you start, putting your hands up and he comes back, his head snapping up to you 

“No no- god no it wasn’t you’re- you’re probably right. I doubt you want to stay in contact with me and-“

“Uh more like the other way around!” You laugh “Of course I want us to be friends” 

“So do I” he shakes his head, laughing lightly “Consider me your new best friend okay? You won’t be able to get rid of me!”

Ever. 

“Plus you have a pool” He adds playfully and you perk up, your hand shooting out to whack his arm 

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow! Maybe keep me company while I unpack? And we can go swimming after!!” 

He can feel his heart beating in his ears as he nods along with your offer “I’d love to! I’ll help you unpack too if you want. Actually, scratch that. You don’t have a choice” 

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: this was an idea someone sent, I added some stuff as well. I can already see you guys flocking in when I post this chapter, especially after not posting for a bit.

Warning: language? My writing

Jenna Ortega x Fem!reader

“You’re pathetic,” Lyle says as he begins aggressively erasing the work you had tried so hard on. “Can’t do maths, can’t cook, can’t flirt, what can you do?” He says as you lean back and drag your hands down your face.

He had been like this the entire weekend after your outing with Jenna and Emma; mentioning how you were bad at everything and never forgetting to mention how you can’t flirt.

Though he had been texting Emma all weekend, the two had come short of any ideas of what to do to make you two put two and two together and finally ask the other out.

And the two of you weren’t exactly helpful.

“Do you have to berate me on something no one’s is good at?” You ask, watching your cat jump on the table and begin playing with the small eraser scraps.

“You don’t have to be good at it to know how to do it.” He says picking up a book from the large pile of stacked books.

“I haven’t done it in years, why do I have to it now?” You ask as he slams the book down. “Because you need to do it or you’ll live a lonely life in the darkness of your room forever.” He states angrily as he flips through the pages aggressively.

“Are you sure you’re still talking about business school?” Dru asks looking up from the computer before looking back down.

“Yes,” Lyle says as he pushes the open book toward you. “What else would we be talking about?” He yanks his head toward you and his tightly tied back hair comes loose from the hair tie.

He lets out an aggravated huff before pulling his hair back and walking away to find a mirror, mumbling this and that under his breath as he does so.

“He’s being over dramatic.” You say as Mj takes her seat in front of you, loud dinging noises coming from the game boy she had found somewhere stashed away in the storage closet.

“It’s Lyle, of course he’s being over dramatic.” She mumbles, eyes never leaving the small screen in front of her.

How she had found the small game you didn’t know, you used to dig through the storage compartment all day before working at the bookstore but never once did you see any of the older electronic’s, even when the store had stopped selling them.

Then again it was a big area, you wouldn’t be surprised if they found one of the first TV’s in there.

“He’s never going to leave me alone about this.” You mumble, music loudly vibrating through your ear bud as you begin working again. “Again, it’s Lyle we’re talking about here.”

She was right, though he was one of your best friends he still had his tendencies to try to get too into that roll. Trying to help you with things but taking it too far most of the time.

Yes, you appreciated it but sometimes it could be a bit much.

“Yo,” the voice calls out from the second floor making you look up to see the plumber. “I’m done, I just gotta show you some shit that you need to replace or fix.” He says and you sigh.

“Can you check this for me?” You ask sliding your notebook toward the woman who huffs out but non the less takes the book to look over.

You smile lightly before rushing toward the stairs to catch up with the much older man.

“And she can’t even look her in the eye!” Lyle grumbles as he scratches Achilles stomach walking back toward his table of friends.

“Now where’d she go? Trying to avoid her work just like asking Jenna out?” He asks as he looks around and allows the cat to jump out of his arms and toward the cat tree in the front of the store.

“Chill,” Mj says as she checks off one problem and begins erasing another. “She went with the Jones to check the pipes.”

“Oh,” he mumbles before slumping himself into his seat next to yours. “Can you believe her though?” He asks and she can’t help herself as she rolls her eyes.

Yes, she knew you were bad at anything to do in the romantic section of things but he didn’t have to tell her non stop after your little double date.

“Yes, I can.” She says as she slides the book back into its spot. He scrunches his nose in disgust as the girl stands to put the game boy back where she found it.

“What do you mean?” He asks following after her quickly.

“Not everyone is like you and wants to rush into relationships Lyle.” She groans out noticing the boy following her. “You can’t expect Y/N to rush a fucking celebrity into a relationship either.”

“But their both annoyingly oblivious.” He states as she climbs the ladder in the storage room. “Maybe, but let them do it their own way with just a little of your help, look,” she starts before jumping down the ladder to look up toward the man.

“Y/N is a quiet kid you should know this by now, we are the ones who decided to bust into her life after all. She keeps most herself and things to herself, never takes off her ear buds and doesn’t bother anyone.” She states as they leave the room.

“You can’t expect her to change what she knows over night because of one person, even if she is clearly in love with them. And Jenna,” she quickly turns to look at the man.

“She probably speculates every little suspicious thing, she is famous after all. She could think Y/N is just in it for the fame or whatever.” Lyle presses his lips together at the thought of you and your very private family wanting to be seen by the world, it only makes him snort at the mere idea.

“But she’s not.” He replies and she taps his chest. “So let her figure that out, let them figure it out. You don’t have to berate her twenty four seven.”

“That’s exactly what you do all the time.” Dru adds as he clicks the computer mouse quickly. “No, I do it to make you all better as people, he’s doing it to just humiliate Y/N.” The woman calls out. “There’s a differe-“

Before she could finish the sentence the man in front of her sprints away and toward the front of the store.

He quickly twists the lock and yanks the door open before forcing himself out. The person he had seen turns to look at him making the second much larger person do the same.

“Jenna!” He calls out, walking out of the door and toward her. “Leaving so soon?” His smiling wide and beaming when he steps up to her.

A small smile forms on her own face as the man nears, his lanky form now towering over her own. “Hey Lyle,” she says as the man steps between the two and shoots a quick glare toward the much larger man.

“And kind of, the stores closed.” She gestures toward the small closed sign on the door and shrugs.

“Nonsense.” he says and pulls the girl toward the door. “It’s just us so you can come in.” He quickly ushers her through and pushes the body guard inside before slamming the door back shut and locking it.

A pressure forms at the bottom Jenna’s leg causing her to look down and see a fluffy cat rubbing up angst her leg before looking up at her.

She lets out a quiet gasp as she reaches down and picks up the orange ball of fluff as it begins to purr. “Oh my god.” she gasp as he begins rubbing its head on the top.

Lyle can’t help the smirk that forms, the usually jumpy cat immediately fawning over Jenna, just like it’s owner. How hysterical.

“That’s Achilles.” He says as he begins walking toward the counter Jenna following closely behind as the cat settles into her arms. “He’s Y/N’s.”

“He’s a street rat who belongs on the street.” Mj says walking out of the storage room once again holding a different gaming device even Lyle couldn’t decipher.

“And that’s Mj,” Lyle huffs out. “Also Y/N’s, she found her at a McDonalds.” He makes sure to mutter the last part but it only earns a glare from the woman.

“Mj? Like Mary Jane?” Jenna jokes as the cat begins rubbing up on her chin once again. The joke only earns a glare from the taller woman who presses her lips together.

The joke had been made so many times that it was getting old, even for Lyle who found it amusing every time.

“Y/N!” The woman yells too loudly for a library before quickly turning and storming off in the direction where you had left.

She looks up to Lyle who glance between her and the stairs where she stomped up. The man was both awkward and sociable, not like many she had met; most were either just awkward or very social. It was a strange thing.

“And that,” he says suddenly, gesturing to the man whose playing the computer with his face far to close to the screen. “Is Dru, you can just call him DD.”

“Do not call me that.” The man says as he eyes go over the screen as if being unfocused and trying to refocus.

“That’s your name, idiot.” He empathizes the last word as he leans against the counter. “My initials are not my name.” The man rolls his eyes as he only gives the two a glance. “That’s what makes up your name, hence your name.”

“That makes no sense.” His eyes stay on the screen but his face scrunches at the mans comment.

“Moving on,” the man drags out as he leans further into the counter toward Jenna who turned to him, still holding the cat. “What brings you here?” He asks, fighting the smirk that slowly begins to form on his face.

“Uh..” Jenna mumbles as her eyes travel down to the cat who stares back up at her. “Just in the area?..” it comes out as more of a question and Lyles face drops as he stares at the girl, head resting in hand.

“Just in the area?” He asks, clearly not buying whatever lie she was trying to tell. “Yeah.” She states but it comes out uncertain as if she were trying to figure it out herself.

“Uh huhh,” he says as his other hand comes up to rest under his chin with the other. “Definitely not because of a library loser.” He says, legs kicking behind the counter as he raises his eyebrows suggestively at her.

She opens her mouth to speak but is quickly stopped at the sound of foot steps echoing in the quiet library.

“Just don’t forget to tell your parents, yeah?” A man’s voice says as she looks up to see you, Mj and a man who had to be the source of the voice.

“Got it.” You reply before your eyes meet hers and she can’t help but notice the way your eyes scrunch up as you smile at her or the way her heart begins beating at a faster pace as you do so.

“Hey,” you say as you step toward her glancing down at the cat in her hands. “Is that my cat?” The confusion in your voice evident as you point at it “Does it look like your cat?” Mj asks, rolling her eyes as she locks the door behind the plumber.

“Yes but my cat doesn’t like people.” You state, watching as it begins rubbing its head against her cheek and his purrs grow louder.

“Sound like someone you know?” Dru asks as a small smile forms on his face.

“Well, he clearly likes Jenna.” Lyle mumbles as you narrow your eyes down at the cat who seemed to be taunting you with his eyes. He had never been that affectionate before, why was he starting now?

“Jealous?” Jenna asks, eye brow rising as she smirks up at you. Your narrowed eyes move to her as you press your lips together.

You started noticing different things about Jenna, like now how she used certain things to her advantage to get to you. A way to tease you more so but to see your reactions always gave her a boost in both her ego and confidence.

“I think she’s more jealous of the cat.” All confidence was gone at the comment Lyle says as he watches the two of you, amused by every look or comment you’d send each other. The blush from the cold air outside turned darker as she looked back down to the cat and the shade on your face was much darker.

He liked the way you both seemed to blush, now certain you both had interest in the other but then Mj’s voice broke his thoughts about their earlier conversation and he let a pout take his features as he slipped down the counter and to the other side.

It wasn’t going to be easy nor enjoyable for the man but it was what was right. Not being able to interfere much was going to kill him but he figured if he could get to tease you both a little he would live.

“I still think it’s strange how such a skittish thing could just decide it wasn’t going to be skittish with one person.” You state, laughing quietly to yourself as you make your way back toward the table.

“He’s usually not like this?” Jenna asks as she follows after you leaving Lyle to peek over the counter to watch you.

“Quit, you’re being creepy.” Mj says as she moves past the small door to see him in a squatting position.

“It’s not creepy, I’m just observing.” He states as his eyes narrow at the lack of spaces between you both as Jenna takes her seat not in front of you but beside you.

“Yeah, like a creep.” She mutters as she looks over toward the two of you.

“They’re so infuriating.” The man mumbles inviting her statement as he turns around and leans against the cup cabinets, legs sprawled out.

The woman only shakes her head and rolls her eyes, preparing herself for the rant that’s to come from the man.

“Business school?” She asks as she looks over your notebook and the many erased parts on it as she subconsciously rubs Achilles.

“Cant let some random stranger take over once my parents retire, you know?” You say as you tap to end of the pencil on the table, looking over the work Mj had marked wrong.

“Worst part about being the kid of a library owner is people think you’re smart.” You state as you begin erasing once again. “So, you’re not smart?”

You snort quietly as you look up toward her. “Oh I definitely am, my mom made sure of that.” You state at the thought of you and your mom at the table in the middle of the night while you cry over homework.

“Math was just never my strongest subject.” You state, glaring down at the paper with the faintest of pouts on your face.

That’s one thing Jenna began to notice more often, your facial expressions. Even the smallest ones became more noticeable. Or maybe she was just staring you too often.

“What about you?” You ask suddenly leaning back into your chair. “Do you go to college?” It was a reasonable question, she was your age and definitely suitable for going but it still saddened her slightly.

“No, I’m focusing more on my acting career.” She states with a small smile as she stares down at the cat in her lap who had fallen asleep with its head up.

“It makes me wonder what my life would be like if I never started acting.” She hums out quietly and she begins tracing the stripes across your cat.

The way her face relaxes with sorrow makes your heart ache slightly, the tightening feeling only makes you want to reach out to her and comfort her but would that be pushing it?

No, it couldn’t have been, right? You had grown close over the last month but you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” The words come out certain, cocky almost. A smirk plays it’s way onto your face as she looks up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

“Why’s that?” She asks, leaning toward you subconsciously and you can’t help but do the same very not as much as she does.

If there was no distance between you both before, there certainly wasn’t now with her thigh and arm pressed against yours.

“Because then you wouldn’t have come here and knocked down the books off the shelf or I wouldn’t have met you.” You say, smirk; proud of yourself for having any type of height to help her with the book.

A quiet laugh comes from the woman, one you had heard many times in different forms but it had also got your heart pounding against your chest, eager to get out and display itself before her.

“That is a good point.” She says nodding to herself as she continues rubbing Achilles across his back making it arch subconsciously in his sleep. Her eyes meet yours, they’re once again scrunched up from your smile and far warmer than the weather outside, it causes her heart to beat even faster than before.

She goes to say something else but is once again interrupted by one of your friends.

“Everyone stop!” Dru calls out as he stands quickly, the screech of the chair filling the room. Lyle’s head pops above the counter and Mj looks up from her book.

“Can you shut the hell up?” She calls out, annoyance clear in her voice as the man begins gathering his things.

“It’s 5:30, we need to go.” He says, rushing around to pick things up and put them away.

That’s right. Thirty minutes before Thursday throw down on Minecraft, a large match on bed wars with a hundred players against each other. Something he took far too seriously.

“Go where?” Jenna asks as you begin gathering your things. “Back to my place for his stupid little game.” You roll your eyes looking back at every Thursday’s for the past five years.

“You should come see us screaming at a screen.” You state as you look toward the girl, realization hits you when you realize it wasn’t exactly a question. “If you want, that is.”

She laughs quietly as the man rushes past the two of you with many CD cases in hand, eager to get back to your apartment.

“I would love to.” She says and relief rushes through you and a smile graces your face. “Great.” You say, smile never leaving as you go to put the books in the respective spot while trying to remember if you had cleaned up your apartment or not.

“Hurry!” The man ushers all of you as he grabs the leash to Achilles harness and clips it to him making Jenna take it as she stands, still refusing the drop the cat.

————

You’re eyes quickly find the familiar old homeless man in front of your apartment building bringing a smile to your face as he plucks his guitar strings with such elegance even you were jealous.

“Hey Julian.” You say with a smile as you step up to him and he stops playing to look at your small group.

“Ah, on another one of your sleep overs?” He asks as he scans the group before his eyes land on Jenna. “And you brought a new friend.” He says with a smile but Dru quickly shuts any time for introductory out as he storms past you.

“5:53, let’s go people!” He says as he storms inside the door.

The man rolls his eyes before they land on Lyle. “I see why the boys are acting strange now, you’re here Lyle.” He says and the man stiffens up, the thought of six little boys running around your apartment building with water guns clear in his mind.

Your smile grows as you move past him, Mj and Jenna not far behind. “Careful, ellos quieren venganza..” the man says and you can’t help but feel sorry for Lyle who was about to be soaked in — god knows from where — water.

You rush up the stairs to your floor only to be met with a Dru who looks down at his watch and shuffles around anxiously.

“Come on.” He drags out as you walk up to the door and unlock it.

As soon as the door opens Achilles jumps out of Jenna’s arms and circles your feet, screaming loudly as you make your way to the kitchen.

You huff out as he jumps up on the counter to watch you grab his food.

“Turn it on!” You hear Dru call out as Mj settles into the bean bag next to your couch, holding up the remote as Dru sits eagerly on the edge of the couch leaving Jenna to stand in your kitchen as she looks around the small kitchen connected to your much larger living room.

“This is nice.” She says as Mj turns on the Led lights and Dru messes with the tv controls.

“Thanks, don’t mind the cat hair.” You mumble as you place the cat bowl on the ground making Achilles jump down and begin eating.

“There’s lots of it, everywhere.” You say brushing some off your hands and watching it fall to the floor. You would have to clean it up later.

You walk past her and place your phone on the counter where Dru and Mj’s sat before making your way into the living room.

She couldn’t help but smile at your lack of need for social media, all of you. Yeah, you posted a lot but other than that you all seemed to actually talk and enjoy each others presence rather than be hunched over on your phones.

She hesitates for a moment before placing her own phone on the counter and following you into the living and taking a seat next to you on the couch.

You had het a controller and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

“Don’t worry,” you say pressing the power button on hers then yours. “I’ll teach you and make sure Dru doesn’t try anything.” You say as you scoot toward her a little more so your knees are touching. You couldn’t tell if she could hear your heart beating in your chest or not but you hoped she couldn’t.

The door suddenly slams open making you all look up to see a partially wet Lyle as water begins squirting inside the apartment.

“You can’t hide forever, Lyle Lyle crocodile!” A voice calls as he slams to the door shut and a chorus of high pitched laughs rings outside your door.

“I’m crashing here tonight.” He says as he storms toward your room. Now you see why all of your clothes were mixed with the groups, you all had different articles of clothes littered around your rooms and at this point you didn’t know what belongs to who.

“We’re starting the game without him.” Dru says as the starting screen pops up and all four of your characters pop up divided into four parts of the tv. This should be fun.

————

And fun it was. For you and Dru at least, while Lyle watched Mj attack different players you were helping Jenna at her own base and protecting her from Dru who swore he would get her ‘stupid pink’ bed.

A rivalry began between the two as Jenna got used to the game she would insist on going after Dru many times. With your help she of course did get him, it was truly beautiful.

Now you sat next to Jenna as the game came to an end, Lyle and Mj had fallen asleep, while Dru was taking pictures of the screen to flaunt to everyone on his discord about how he had gotten first place in the tournament.

You look to Jenna who watched Dru with a small smile on her face and you found yourself wondering how many freckles really did litter across her smooth skin. Her features were absolutely perfect, from her nose, to her eyes and to her high cheek bones. You didn’t really see any flaws as your eyes travel to her lips, curled up into a smile.

Your eyes snap up as she looks toward you, smile becoming softer before an idea comes to mind. You gesture toward the window that led onto your fire escape watching confusion fill her face.

You laugh lightly before grabbing her wrist and leading her toward the window before pulling it open and stepping out only to be met with the cold air of the winter night and slide yourself to sit on the edge of the fire escape.

Jenna’s not to far behind as she steps out after you as she swings her legs over the ledge.

“Not bad for your first try at bed wars.” You say as you lean back against your arms and look toward her.

“Who said it was my first time?” Raising an eyebrow she turns her head toward and smirks lightly.

“Yeah, let’s just forget how you were walking off the edges of your island non stop.” She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes but her smile never leaves as she stares you. “Totally not your first time.”

She chuckles lightly as she glances around and looks at the city while your eyes never leave her. With the wind blowing past her, she looks almost ethereal, would have if she didn’t shiver lightly before settling back down.

The sound of cars honking, metal clanking together and other sounds you were used to sound through the air, creating a back ground noise for you as you watch her. The way her breathing was calm, much calmer than yours. The way she watched the loud city before, bright colors shining on her face making it light it up completely giving you full view of her side profile.

“It’s beautiful.” She says looking at the lit up city you were not really worried about at the moment as you continued to stare at her.

“Yeah, it is.” You reply quietly and she slowly takes her eyes from the glowing city before they land on you.

You both sat there for a moment, staring at each other unsure of what to do or what the other might do. The air felt two times thicker as you attempted to get your breathing and heart beat under control as her eyes stay locked with yours.

You watched as her eyes snap down once before quickly moving back up to your eyes and you can’t help the twist that form in your stomach tempted to do the same as you glance between both of her eyes, they were darker than they usually were in the light.

You break slightly as you too glance down before quickly looking back up and you lean in, slowly and hesitantly as you watch her every reaction carefully.

She seems to subconsciously do the same, but this time her eyes continue to move from your eye and back down to your lips.

Your nerves boost through the roof as you get closer, heart beat beating quicker than it ever has and suddenly a line of chords begins to play. You recognized it, the way they sounded far too beautiful to be just anyone playing.

The sound quickly becomes a background noise along with the sounds of the city as you come close to Jenna, lips a few centimeters apart as you glance down toward them them back to her eyes to search for any hesitation or want to back out.

Her breath fans over your face lightly as she stares up at you, eyes wide and waiting as she watches you.

“Is this okay?” You ask in a quiet voice, too quiet for your liking as your heart beat drums through your ears, eyes looking over Jenna’s face. There was no need to ask to kiss her, she could clearly see what you were doing but you wanted to make sure this is what she wanted.

And it was in fact what she wanted. The thought of your slightly chapped lips kissing hers made her heart jump into her throat and claw its way out.

Her only response is reaching up and leaning in, her hands resting gently on her face as her lips brush against yours with hesitation. The feeling sends a shock through your body that makes you shiver lightly as her skin begins to feel hot against yours.

You let out a shaky breath as you too lean in, lips crashing against her a bit too eagerly but she doesn’t seem as she leans in further, deepening the kiss completely as her body presses against yours.

You suddenly become all to aware of your surroundings, the sounds of the city filling your senses as does the gentle guitar that plays under you.

Now you recognize it. Frank Sark. Which song exactly? You didn’t know but you knew it was being played by Julian. His music just as sweet as the girl in front of you. Holding your face with a gentleness of an angel that you didn’t deserve but she still gave it to you as her thumb rubs across your cheek lightly.

This was the perfect end of your night under the starless sky in the bright city.

Next part here!

A/N: my mistake was that I kept saying ‘your cat’ and my friend was making jokes 🥲

Also bare with me, I don’t know how to write people kissing much, I’ll probably edit it later.

I’m not sure if the kissing scene even made sense please tell me if it did🫶🏻

[lt-taylor7]

i have a headcanon about Javi Rivera

He knows NOTHING about the actual car aspect of the storm par truck. (The Lion) if anything goes wrong with the actual tech part? Nah he’s fine he has no problem. But god forbid it goes unbalanced, or the oil change light comes on? He’s got no idea what to do.

(not proofread, bad grammar, GN reader, just a blurb that got too long)

that’s where you come in, a small local shop owner, one of the only in Oklahoma with a four post hoist. He had no idea what that means but he knows you specializes in heavy weight vehicles, and at a good price for its quality. So here he was, pulling the rig into the front of your shop, rushing in with a hand through his hair.

“can I help you?” You ask with a small laugh at his frantic state, washing some oil off your hands with an already dirty rag. He looks up at you, unsure as to what to say frantically searching for his words. “My truck- it’s custom- the tires.” You put a hand up and cut him off, “Javi Rivera, The big ram right?” You ask, remembering the booked consultation. He let out a relieved sigh, “yeah.” He said, his shoulders visibly dropping. A nervous hand through his hair again, “it needs an oil change and I was thinking of putting it on all season tires but I wasn’t sure if it would fit the truck well, or if I can even change them without rotations-“ he rambled, this time you let him go until he let out a large sigh and looked at you, “sorry it’s just, I’m not good with the actual truck aspect of the rig.” You smiled, “people come in here alot worse then you don’t worry. So your trucks just on summer tires? Oil change is no problem but those might cost you a pretty penny depending what your looking for.” You explained, picking up a sales book from behind your counter, flipping through until you found tires in stock, finding a few larger tires.

it took a while but the rig was finally up on the hoist, you could see Javi looking through the reception window into the shop as you walked past, you opened it, “wanna come in? I can tell the rig means a lot. She’s in safe hands.” You say, holding the door for him as he nervously steps in, unsure of where to sit or stare. You worked quickly as you mounted the tires into new rims, before tossing each tire into the balancer, he watched your work in awe. “How did you do that so quickly?” He asked as you lifted a tire under each arm. “Been doin’ it since high school, pretty much muscle memory.” You say with a shrug as you drop the tires under the truck, bringing the other two over.

There wasn’t any talking as you quickly pulled off the old tires, quickly labeling them with chalk, before lifting the new ones on. Waiting to torque them until it was on the ground. “That’s all it takes to change a tire?” Javi asks as you walk over to a large cabinet, searching for the oil you needed. “Yeah, then I torque them once it’s on the ground.” You said as you got under the truck again, sliding a catch pan under the rig, Pulling off the cap, letting it drain.

—-

it wasn’t long before the rig was back on the ground, You torqued the tires before jumping into the drivers seat, just barely turning the key. “What are you doing?” Javi asked as he came over to the side of the door. “Gotta run through the safety checklist after every oil change, just to make sure everything is in working order.” You explained as you looked at the reflection to make sure all the back lights were working as well, and the wipers. You checked off everything before signing off and putting on a new oil change sticker. “So your gonna need some blinker fluid but other then that she’s good to go.” You said as you pulled the keys from the ignition. “Blinker fluid?” He asked, “I’ve never had to replace that, Is there any kind?” His response made you laugh, “Javi, Blinker fluid doesn’t exist.” You said still laughing as a hand laid on his shoulder, Shooting warmth through his bloodstream. “Oh- yeah yeah right I knew that.” He said nervously.

(I miss my mechanic job so much)

[morbidanthem]

King of Gluttony - 1,184 Words [Ao3 Link]

You stared down into the busy streets of Abyssos, smiling as you had the perfect view of the famous family district.

This land had a reputation for being a den of debauchery, but it could actually be a great place to visit with your family if you knew where to go.

It warms your heart watching all the families having fun in the big park. Everyone was laughing, running around, and just having a relaxing day under the sun.

It also made your heart ache just a little.

You remember all the good times- the ones you shared with your parents before they were killed…

The trips to your local park, the family dinners out at local restaurants, and even silly little school functions that invited families to join in.

All of this reminiscing and watching…

It made you muse that maybe you wanted to take that next step in your life.

You just needed a little stability first, and with the King of Gluttony not even here, you sometimes felt that this kind of life would never be within reach.

Besides, Devils for Abyssos really didn't make commitments like that.

It almost felt selfish to ask such things like that of him.

“Hey Cutie, what are you thinking about so deeply?” A deep masculine voice asked, making you jump six feet in the air.

You placed your hand on your chest, sighing as you realized it was only Beel.

“Beelzebub, you scared me half to death!” You scolded, holding your arms out with a big smile, awaiting for him to hug you. He happily obliged, like a puppy reuniting with its owner, burying his head in your neck taking a big whiff of you as he settled into your arms.

“I wasn't expecting you to be back so soon.” You said, running your fingers through his knotted hair.

“Hmm, I just felt like coming back for some reason.” He shrugged, leaning into your touch.

He looked out the window, trying to figure out what it was you were staring at, but he just couldn't figure it out.

What was so great about a lame and boring park?

“What were you looking at just now? You made me curious.” He said, pulling away from you to press himself up against the glass of the window.

He was never one to miss out on something fun, now was he?

“Ah, that.” you suddenly spoke softly, looking down at the ground as you tried your best to tell Beelzebub what it was that was on your mind.

You wanted to be honest with him, but you also knew that your honesty could potentially hurt him.

He was a demon who took such pride in his little disappearing acts- he did not strike you as someone who would be very happy being tied down by a baby.

Being obligated to a family was a whole lot to ask, and you didn’t wish to burden him anymore than you already felt like you were.

“Hmm- something is wrong, I can smell it.” He said, lifting himself off of the window to get closer to you.

“You- you can smell it?!” You shouted in shock, giving the lord of the flies a very quizzical look.

“Of course!” He boasted, smiling widely as he spoke. “Anytime your mood changes, there is a noticeable change in your smell!”

“Wha-what?!” You asked again, looking up at him. “You mean you can tell all of that just from the way I smell?!”

“Yup!” He laughed, pulling you into him, as he laid his head atop yours. “I know I'm not really good at, like, comforting you.”

He said, pulling away, using his hand to tilt your gaze up to look at him.

“I still want to be the one you come to when you have a problem. I told you, just say my name, and I'll appear.”

You smiled, feeling his energy flowing into you.

“It's going to sound silly, but I was just thinking about how nice it would be to take that next step in my life… to become a mom.” You spoke, looking back out the window and towards the streets below.

You sighed dreamily, watching a demon mother twirl her child in her arms.

“... A what now?” Beel asked again, leaning in closer to you to make sure he heard you right.

“I was thinking, I wanted to have a baby.” You said. “With you!”

You added on quickly at the end, knowing it was a very real possibility that Beelzebub would just go and take one from somewhere.

You read a story about that once, it was terrifying!

With all of his wild and free type of energy, you wouldn't put it past him.

“With me?” He froze, pointing at himself, as he tried to process that information.

One minute went by.

Three minutes went by.

“Er, Beel… You ok?” You asked, stepping up to him, wrapping your arms around his chest.

You looked down at your phone, clocking his frozen state at about Five minutes.

“I'm sorry, Beelzebub.” You apologized, rubbing your face into his chest. “I didn't want to tell you! I just felt like maybe you should know. We don't have to! We can always-” you began to rant, but got cut off by Beelzebub's deep voice.

“If…” He began, looking down at you while still pointing at himself. “If you did, theoretically, have my baby… would you stay here in Abyssos?”

His tone sounded serious, more serious than you've ever heard it before.

“Of course I would, I wouldn't-” before you could finish, you found yourself being lifted up, your back being pressed up against the glass.

Beel had you in a death grip, his hands under your thighs, squeezing you so roughly through your pants that you could swear he was leaving marks on your skin.

Your core was lined up perfectly with his, and you gasped wantonly as you felt his dick rubbing against you through his own pants.

He used your gasp as an excuse to kiss you, pressing his lips harshly onto yours as he sloppily shoving his tongue down your throat with no warning. You gagged at the sensation, using your arms to grip tightly onto his shoulders, pushing against him lightly in an attempt to ask him to ease up.

He never eases up, and it took you a few seconds to finally catch up with him, but once you did you could swear that you could feel the intensity spilling out of him.

It was incredibly arousing, whining loudly as he began to grind on you like an animal in heat.

“This is a yes, right?” You asked, finally able to pull yourself off of his mouth long enough to ask.

Beelzebub just laughed, licking and sucking on your neck as you began to grind on him as well.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

Hopefully Beelzebub can be done before Bael catches wind that he is back in the Palace.

If he found out, there would be no more time for fun and games.

[ae-azile]

Progression, Chapter 27: Preview

Chay: Kim and I have a son now. 🥹

Khun: Kim’s PREGNANT?! 🤰🏻 Kim! Why wouldn't you TELL me? 🖕🏼

Kim: I don't have the parts for that. 

Chay: Don't remind me 😞

Porsche: I'm going to ignore you just saying that and instead ask for clarification. Whose baby did you steal? You're too young to be a parent. You have your college interview and practical coming up. 

Macau: Does P’Pete’s dad have another baby he was mistreating that you took?

Pete: I am in this group chat, Macau. 

Macau: Sorry 😬

Chay: He's not a human baby! He's a dog! 

Porsche: Chay! Dogs are a big responsibility! What about college?

Chay: I can walk him on some parts of campus! You are acting like I can’t take him anywhere. And even if I can't take him somewhere, you are acting like you won't watch him. 

Porsche: I won't! You got yourself into this mess! I'm not taking care of him! 

Chay: Meet Koda! 

Porsche: …I will protect him with my life. 

Pol: Awwwww ♥️

Khun: HE IS THE CUTEST DOG IN THE WORLD!!!! I’M AN UNCLE!!!! ❤️🧡🧡💚🩵💙

Nalin: You already are an uncle, Khun! 🙂♥️

Arm: Why are you in this group chat???

Nalin: To gather stray gossip about you. You're SO interesting despite how boring you can be. 

Arm: Who added you?

Nalin: Why do you not want me included? You could just be grateful that I take an interest in your life? 

Arm: Huh? 

Porsche: Did he pose like that? 

Chay: Yes! He was jumping for a ball. When I pulled my phone out to take a picture, he looked at me, then stood up on his hind legs and gave me that look! He's SO smart and sweet. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone. 

Porsche: Wow. Kim and I are RIGHT HERE. 

Kim: He has said it fifteen times to me and your ma already. We both accept it. He's a sweet dog. Great actor too. He acted sickly and depressed while we were at the shelter. We took him to the pet store and that all stopped. He kept pulling us through the aisles and taking all the toys he was interested in off the hooks. 

Chay: And he got every single one because he deserves them. 🥰

Kim: Not for his abilities on a leash. 

Chay: Fine. He needs some practice on a leash. But he doesn't jump on anyone unless you prompt him to jump up on his hind legs. He's perfect. And he wasn't faking being sick, Kim. You know he has problems. We can both see the polyp and inflammation in his ear! But Kim is telling the truth. His personality changed within minutes. It must have sunk in that he finally found a loving home. ♥️ Mindset and support can do wonders to alleviate depression and chronic pain! He's not even 3 yet and the staff said his asshole owner dropped him off there when he was only 8 months old! He was there for over two years and no one showed him any interest because of his ear problems. I can't believe that vet wouldn't come out and operate on him for another week. That's why we got a hold of Phoenix’s vet. We dropped his paperwork off at the office and he said he could do the surgery in two days. 

Kim: Probably for the best. That way, you aren't stressing about it and compromising your interview and practical. 

Chay: Or when we meet with your label next weekend. 

Kim: OUR label. 

Arm: Are you both sitting at the park together but talking through here? 

Chay: You all are free to jump in at any moment. 

Nalin: Your dog is really cute, Chay! I love dogs. ♥️

Macau: You do? I do too! I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. 

Vegas: Since when? You've never even had one. 

Macau: I've always wanted one. 

Nalin: If you get one, Preeda volunteers at a rescue near our apartment. 

Macau: I'll go there first ☺️

Nalin: 😁

Arm: 🤨

Vegas: 🙄

Pete: Do you have more pictures, Chay? 

Pete: Very cute. 🙂

Kinn: I'm looking forward to meeting him. 🙂

Tankhun: I am too! 🤗 Although, it is bad timing. 

Chay: Getting Koda today was PERFECT timing. 

Kim: He will not take any critique that includes Koda’s name in it. Watch it. He's come up with three songs about him in the last twenty minutes.

Porsche: Aww. Are they good?

Kim: They’re…songs. 

Tankhun: I'm not critiquing a new family member. But I was going to reach out in a bit to see if you, Kinn, Vegas, and Macau were available tonight. I wanted to go to Yok’s together and rent out the VIP room for long overdue brotherly/cousinly drunken bonding!!! 😩

Vegas: You want to get drunk together?

Tankhun: Of course! 

Vegas: What's your angle?

Tankhun: Finding out Pa’s angle is my angle! And I want to spend time with my brothers - who know him the best, as well as with you and Macau - who hate him the most!

Vegas: How did the breakfast with him go? 

Tankhun: He arrived set on ending the relationship and ended up taking away Arm’s guard status!

Nalin: You don't have a job anymore, Hia???

Tankhun: He gave him a better job. Arm is to solely focus on the technical aspect of our security system. The only duty he will be keeping from his time as head guard is overseeing the intake and routine trainings. To fill up his time, Pa has offered him the Chief Information Officer for the Theerapanyakul Luxury and Amenities Brand. And then, he called him “son.” 🤢

Vegas: Sounds like he actually approves, but has taken an interest in him. That sucks. 

Macau: Congratulations on the new job, Arm. 🙂

Arm: Thank you? 

Vegas: 🙄 Suck up. 

Arm: What? 

Nalin: Glad you're not jobless. You get dangerous when you're bored. That's what Malai and Hansa always say.

Arm: They exaggerate. 

Pol: You literally built toy cars that explode on a slow work day. 

Vegas: YOU built those? 

Tankhun: To be fair, I gave him the idea. 

Vegas: Well, I figured that. 

Tankhun: Let’s get drunk together and move past it! Macau too! 

Vegas: No Macau. 

Macau: Hia, I am legally allowed to drink now. 

Vegas: Not around me.

Macau: Fine. I will just go somewhere else and drink. Alone. 

Vegas: You won't. 

Macau: Why can't I see you drunk? You're a messy drunk, aren't you? 

Vegas: No

Tankhun: I can't speak for Vegas, but I can assure you I am incredibly classy and low-key when I am under the influence. 

Arm: 😂🤣😂

Tankhun: ARM, YOU ARE ONE TO USE THOSE EMOJIS TO TRY AND ACT LIKE YOU ARE A BETTER DRUNK THAN ME! 🥃🍻🕺🏼⛳

Pol: I don’t remember Arm ever golfing when he was drunk…

Nalin: I want to see Hia drunk. 

Arm: Absolutely not. 

Tankhun: I promise we will have a girls’ night, Nalin. I am in full support of Arm inviting you girls to spend time with Pete, Pol, and Porsche. If you choose to drink together, that's your call. But I feel like an exclusive hang out with my brother and cousins is needed at Yok’s

Nalin: Fine. I will crash your hangout at Pete’s, Hia. 

Macau: I will be home too. Hia doesn't want me to go to Yok’s. Sorry, Khun. 

Vegas: Changed my mind. You can go. 

Macau: It's okay. I don't want to make you feel weird. That's how nice I am. 

Tankhun: You're going, Macau. It's required! 

Macau: Whatever…

Nalin: 🫶🏼

Tankhun: Aw, Nalin. You're so sweet. ♥️ you too! 

Chay: Kim can go. Koda and I will be fine. We're heading back now. 🙂

Tankhun: Yayyyyy! I can't wait to meet my new nephew and spend time with my brothers and cousins tonight!!! It will be so much fun!

Vegas: If you say so? 

Macau: …Yay.

Tankhun: Oh, fuck off! We all made up! See you at 8. 🖕🏼

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 3-Puppy

Marinette started to bundle up to go out into the Parisian Winter air. She already had her mittens and boots on.

'Scarf? Where is my scarf? Coat? Here they are! I wonder why Damian wanted to meet at the park instead of the bakery. He said he had my Christmas present with him. It better not be anything too big. Oh god, what did he get?'

"Maman, Papa, I'm gonna go to the park. Damian said he's over there." Marinette cried out.

"Well, tell him to come over!" Tom chuckled, "He shouldn't be standing out in the cold."

"Tell him he's welcome to spend Christmas with us." Sabine replied, "We don't want him spending it alone."

"I'll tell him!" Mari answered and rushed out the door.

Marinette easily spotted Damian and Titus amongst all the snow. Titus barked happily when he spotted her. She quickly pet Titus and kissed her boyfriend.

"Why did you want to meet me here? Maman and Papa said you could come inside. Oh, but Titus." she questioned, "Maybe, if we brought him through the side door it would be okay?"

"Titus is not your present, Habibiti." Damian chuckled.

Marinette looked at him confused. Then, she looked around the park, but they were the only ones there.

Damian smiled and unzipped his heavy coat. He stuck his hand in and brought out a fluffy black German Shepard puppy. Marinette stared at the puppy in shock.

"She is." Damian stated.

Marinette looked up to her boyfriend, only to get distracted by the tiny barks escaping the puppy. Mari reached out and grabbed the tiny dog.

"For me?" she questioned.

Damian smiled, "I'll have to bring her back to Gotham with me when I leave. I'll train her. She'll know how to protect you when you move."

Titus sniffed the tiny fluff in his second owner's arms and stood up to get a better look. Unfortunately, he tried to use Marinette as leverage, making all three of them fall into the snow.

"Titus!" Damian shouted, "Get off of Angel, right now!"

Marinette just laughed, "It seems Titus is happy to have a sibling. You surprised us both."

Damian helped Marinette up and they looked to see Titus sniffing the new puppy. The puppy barked happily and jumped in the snow. Marinette giggled, before leaning down and picked up the fluffy black puppy. It started to lick her face, excitedly, making her giggle.

"Don't be to hard on the pup." Marinette expressed.

"You still have to name her." he stated.

Marinette looked at the fluffy black German Shepard and smiled, "Thana."

The guy smirked, "Yes; a lovely name for her." as he petted the puppy's head.

'Anyone who dares to touch my angel will fear Death.'

"Can I show Maman and Papa?" Marinette questioned, excitedly.

"You may show them through the window." Damian explained, "I do not wish to be the reason they get a health code violation.

Marinette cuddled the puppy a bit longer, "I'll miss her so much when you take her."

"Perhaps your parents will let you visit her during Spring Break." he suggested, "I do not have a problem with paying for your flight." as he pulled a harness out from one of his pockets.

With Thana secure, Marinette set her back down. She quickly rushed to Titus' side.

"I don’t know if they will let me this time." Mari answered, "You're already stealing me away from them during the summer. I think they might want to spend a little bit more time with me."

Although he wasn't satisfied with the answer, he understood.

"That does sound reasonable." he stated, "Then until this summer, but I will send you pictures of Thana."

Marinette smiled happily, "Thank you for my Christmas gift, Habibi. I love her!"

"Titus, follow." he commanded.

The large dog followed him obediently. Thana was quick to follow the older dog and tried to remain in step next to it. Marinette grabbed onto Damian's arm as they led the dogs out of the park.

Marinette quickly sent a text to her mother, asking if they could come outside for a moment. Tom and Sabine were quick to notice Damian and their daughter, but a tiny bark grabbed their attention.

"Oh, who is this cutie?" Tom asked.

"This is Thana." Marinette answered, "She is my present from Damian."

Tom glanced up at the boy.

"I will be taking them both to the hotel." He answered the unasked question, "They will be coming with me for a long walk before we return and I'll be taking her back to Gotham with me after the holidays."

"You don't want to come in?" Sabine questioned.

"I do not want to leave them by themselves." Damian declared, "Especially, the little one."

"We can bring them through the side door and seal the bakery." Sabine smiled, "A little bit of cleaning, before we open, wouldn't be much trouble."

Marinette smiled, "We'll be right in, Maman. I want to take a picture quick."

Marinette picked up Thana. Damian put his arm around her waist and held her phone out to capture the moment. Titus leaned against his owners, as the picture was taken. Marinette kept Thana in her arms as the went through the side door. Once they were seated, Damian suggested taking Thana to her room to get use to her scent. Titus laid down by the tv, near Tom, eyeing the stairs to Marinette's room.

"You can follow them if you want." Tom spoke, "There's nothing bad up there; just her room."

Titus closed his eyes and let himself rest. He could feel this was a safe space for his owners.

Marinette quickly posted the picture to her social media.

"Merry Christmas to me! My amazing boyfriend got me this cute little puppy!"

She was too focused on Thana, not destroying her designs, that she never noticed her phone still had notifications turned on silent. Damian had dinner with the Dupain-Chengs and then decided it was best to take the dogs on a walk before taking them to eat dinner back in the hotel. Marinette yawned, as she got ready for bed.

'Oh, I need to put my phone to charge!'

When she turned it on, she hadn't expected to see a bunch of notifications from her post.

'Who is he?'

'Boyfriend?'

'Since when are you dating someone?'

'I thought you wanted a hamster!'

'Tell me the hottie isn't yours.'

Marinette pouted at the comment and decided it was best to answer them before bed. She didn't want people trying to barge their way in super early or have her phone go off at all hours for answers.

'Yes, the hottie is mine, Chloe.'

'I could never decide between wanting a dog, a cat, or a hamster. My boyfriend's family is big on dogs, but he owns multiple pets. I would likely lose the hamster in his home.'

'What's going to happen to the puppy?'

'Yeah? I thought your place was an animal free zone.'

'He'll be taking her back home and I'll go see her in the summer.'

'You're not really a good owner, are you?'

'Uh, it had to be her.'

'Puppies get separation anxiety. What happens if you break up? He'll stick her in the pound! How can you be so cruel!'

'How dare you! You don't know my boyfriend! He happens to be an animal activists, works in animal shelters, is a vegetarian, and he'll be training her to be a guard dog, just like his!'

'A guard dog?'

'Why a guard dog?'

'omg is he like in the mafia? That's super dangerous! You could be hurt! I was just trying to be a good friend!!!!!'

'Lila, we have NEVER been friends and we NEVER will be! We graduate soon so stop pretending to be thinking about what's "best for me" or on how "we'll be friend someday. mArInEtTe JuSt HaS tO sEe Im A gOoD pErSoN & gEt OvEr HeR jeAlOuSy". I'M NOT JEALOUS OF YOU!!! You are a toxic person and a liar! Anything you say can be disproven by using Google!'

'As for a guard dog, I'll be moving out of Paris and to the USA, with my boyfriend, after graduation. I'll be living at his family's home.'

Marinette turned off her phone and left a note in the kitchen for her parents: I don't care who it is, unless it's Damian with the dogs, I don't want to see anyone! I have not invited anyone over. I do not have any gifts for anyone and no one is allowed into my room without my permission. Right now, no one from school is allowed! I'm not babysitting anyone's siblings and I don’t have plans.

Marinette had blocked Lila on her social media and set it private. She had also added 'Lila' and 'Lila Rossi' to her banned words. If anyone from the class tried to say anything, she was clueless. Marinette assumed Lila was probably crying to everyone else on how "rude" she was or how "she didn't mean anything by it. She was just concerned."

Mari walked into class with a smile on her face. Lila was sobbing, but she didn't care. Adrien walked up to her, as other continued to console the attention seeker.

"Hey, Marinette." he spoke, "Um, some of the class showed me your post. Oh, congradulations on the boyfriend and puppy."

"Thank you, Adrien." she smiled.

'And here it comes.'

"Don’t you think you were a little too rude to Lila?" he asked.

"Adrien" Marinette smiled, "I'm tired of people, like you, trying to force me to be friends with someone I don’t like."

Marinette notice Adrien flinch, but continued, "I hate liars more than anything. I have reached the point where I don’t care that you believe her; I will laugh when you realize how big of a liar she really is. I will never like her or be friends with her. You all forced me to add her to my accounts, even after she claimed I was cyber bullying her. You can say all the shit you want about me, you little bitch, but you insult my boyfriend and I won't hold back! That night, I blocked her and made my accounts private. If anyone from the class decides to try and force me to talk with her, I will also block and mute them."

Adrien lowed his head.

Marinette leaned it, "Perhaps, you should talk to your father's model about keeping silent. If I hear her talk shit about my boyfriend, I have Jagged on speed dial and I will get him to sue her. That will throw all the lies she talked about her tinnitus, the fake cat, and all her missed school into question. I wonder how much jail time she would get for truancy, claiming to have royalties, and a disability. If her mother were to find out, I wonder what else she would learn about when she comes to the school. Maybe she'll have to be held back. Enjoy your high road."

Adrien paled, as Marinette sat down. Lila immediatley latched onto him.

"You believe me, right, Adrien?" the liar questioned.

"Of course, Lila." he answered.

As everyone took their seat, he quickly slipped her a note. Lila smiled, thinking she had won. Adrien had chosen her. She still wasn't sure if that guy was dating Marinette or trying to use him to make Adrien jealous.

'Marinette knows Jagged Stone, personally. She says if you talk about her boyfriend any more, she'll ask him to sue you about your fake tinnitus. Everything else will crumble.'

Lila turned and looked towards Marinette. Marinette was smiling, at her. It looked like one of her smiles. She could see it on her face.

Checkmate.

Marinette continued to ignore everything that Lila said in class and Lila kept her mouth shut about Marinette's boyfriend. She never dared to bring up Marinette's social medias again.

Marinette smiled as she laid in Damian's arms in the living room. Titus and Thana laid curled up by their feet, with Alfred the cat curled up on the armrest.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"A bit of payback." she answered, "I created all new social medias so this will be my last post from my Paris account. I'll delete the account tomorrow. Anyone worth keeping was already added to my other accounts."

"What are you posting?" he questioned.

Mari turned her phone around and showed him the picture that was taken the day she moved in. The Waynes had insisted of takign her picture with them and the dogs to welcome her to the manor. During the photo, Damian had dropped to his knee and proposed. The picture had perfectly captured her shocked face and the Waynes' smiling faces. Even the dogs had been excited.

"Chaotic." he spoke, kissing her cheek, "Post it."

Marinette posted the picture and put: I got welcomed into the household and the family. Damian was quick to comment: Goodbye Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Hello Mrs. Wayne. Marinette turned to him, blushing.

"It's true, is it not?" he smirked.

"Yes, Habibi." Marinette smiled before leaning over and kissing her fiancée.

Lila snarled seeing Marinette's name was trending and she didn't know why until she clicked on someone else's post. Marinette was tagged with the Wayne family. She quickly followed them to see what was going on. Then she saw it; that guy from her Christmas post proposed to her and he was a Wayne. Marinette had hid the fact that she was dating a Wayne from all of them. The Waynes were wealthier than the Agreste. Adrien hadn't even looked her way since Marinette left and he had been spending all his time with the fencer. The only time she saw him was at photoshoots and even now those were becoming scarce. It got worse when the Wayne had announced Marinette as ZAHR, their new designer. Lila quickly clicked on the video under the announcement.

Marinette smiled to the camera, "I am very grateful to the Wayne family for not only welcoming me into their family, but also Wayne Enterprise. I have always wanted to be a fashion designer; Gabriel Agreste inspired me to be who I am today. Please, don't think I'll only be catering to the wealthy. I will be making MW a household name brand. ZAHR will cater to my personal clients; like my unofficial uncle, Jagged Stone."

Soon, Gabriel Agreste and Jagged Stone's name was trending alongside hers.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's okay. It'll be okay. She was the only fashion nut in the class. Adrien wouldn't rat me out. They'll never figure out I lied to them.'

About two minutes later her phone started blowing up.

'You said you knew ZAHR!'

'You're really dating ZAHR? I didn't know you liked Marinette that way!'

'You lied to us!'

'Did you really order a dress for me?'

'Why did you say Marinette was a guy?'

'Why did you say that you personally helped with the designs?'

'What happened to the money I gave you?'

'Marinette said she never wanted to be your friend!'

'No wonder she called you a toxic person!

'How could you lie and say that you were going to meet ZAHR in Milan this weekend?'

'I'm pretty sure you're not Marinette's type.'

'Marinette blocked my number!'

'Her number has been disconnected!'

'I don’t have the money to travel to Gotham!'

'I can't believe you!'

'Liar!'

'Fake!'

'We should have listened to Marinette!'

'What else did you lie about?'

'I never should have said anything about the stupid puppy.'

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[hay1ock]

Happy fucking birthday, indeed. Only Friends Episode 6 was absolutely insane. And I loved it.

So, what did we learn from this episode? That’s right, don’t get LASIK.

Like, if Mew hadn’t agreed, Top wouldn’t have bumped into Sand, wouldn’t have pissed off Sand, who then wouldn’t have… etc etc.

But lucky for us they did, because this episode was hella entertaining.

What follows is nonsense, my descent into insanity as I ramble myself in circles, go off at many a tangent and fail to keep my thoughts in any sort of order 😵‍💫

So, Top and Mew. Just when I actually started to like them as a couple shit hits the fan. Them by the pool just hanging around discussing Mew’s mums was the first time I felt as if I could get on board their relationship. I mentioned before how their scenes always left me feeling anxious. There was always this push and pull, a sense of doom, and, I don’t know if sleazy is the right word, maybe, I don’t know, but they left me feeling a little bit icky - I think it was the giving up drugs for sexual favours scene that really got me.

The main problem with the relationship for me has always been Top, and to be honest, his interactions with others this episode still left me uneasy and ready to jump back off the TopMew ship. The way he acts makes me feel like he’s treating Mew like a possession, I talked about it in previous episodes but I felt it again here, both in his conversation with Sand and then during Ray’s confrontation and how he wrapped his arm around Mew as if in ownership, that he’d ‘won’ a prize. He certainly plays up to what you’d think a rich hotel owner’s asshole son should be at times.

Now I can’t decide if Mew is just as bad in terms of being control driven - he has his list, which I don’t think there’s anything wrong with. I mean a non-drug user would probably rank kinda high on my list too. Top is definitely changing himself but it feels like there’s always something Top gets out of it. Giving up drugs = sexual activity, No sleeping around = a relationship and eventually Mew’s virginity. I don’t know. I mean they’re not exactly big asks of anyone looking to be in a 2 person, exclusive relationship. Top is just overtly possessive, at least to me as the audience and I guess to Ray at times. BUT THEN, he can be incredibly sweet around Mew like the notebook of drawings was a really lovely and personal present, and the way he was looking after Mew after his LASIK… it’s just… there’s something about him that irks me, even trying to forget the additional stuff we know about him and Boston, he makes me uneasy.

And now that ending scene between these two we have THE reveal and the lead up to it. I thought it was absolutely brilliant the way Mew seduced Top and lulled him into this vulnerable state to then bring out the recording. Book was great as Mew here. You can feel his building frustration, at first to get Top to tell the truth, then how he started thinking it was a plan to make a fool of him, to him feeling he isn’t good enough for someone like Top - the supposed top-tier.

But, Top? I can not believe he was still trying to hide the truth about his recent encounter with Boston, at first only referring to the fact they had hooked up before ever knowing Mew. I genuinely believe he loves Mew, maybe he thought he could salvage things by not confessing. Despite my feelings about Top I do have some sympathy for him. He fucked up, he told Boston it had been a mistake. I do feel like he was trying to be a better person since then. I don’t know what would have happened if he’d confessed sooner. I’m still annoyed at him for wrongly getting on his high horse over Ray and Mew, and instead of talking to Mew somehow saw a kind of ‘revenge’ sex as the appropriate reaction, but yeah, I’m a little bit sympathetic. A little. I don’t know how things will go from here on. Can there be a future for them? And how will Top cope with his sleep issues if he’s back to being alone?

Next up Nick. Well he finally got himself a photo. Probably because it was from a day out not a post-sex selfie. There wasn’t much story-wise that was just about him, but he certainly had his moments with Boston. In isolation, not gonna lie, they’re kind of good together like the scene on the pier. That moment though with Gap showing up. The hypocrisy from Boston about videoing people without consent, literally moments after Nick had just called him out for recording Ray and Mew, and also outing Ray loving Mew…💀

Despite what Boston and his dad discussed in front of Nick, he seems to keep falling for Boston’s sweet words and intimate touches. Nick’s no angel, but I feel really bad for him. He just keeps getting pulled back in. I don’t know if he still had any intention to use the recording with Boston’s focus seeming to be solely on him at the moment. He had been getting Boston’s undivided attention, or at least Nick and we assume so. I don’t think it’ll take Boston too long to get to the bottom of things when Top tells him about Mew having the evidence, especially considering Top knows that Nick knows about him and Boston hooking up, and saw Nick and Sand together at the apartments, throw in Boston knowing about Ray and Sand, that Ray confronted him, and then his outburst alluding to it in the bar, and the chain is complete. It’s going to hurt.

And so onto Boston. Was nice to get to know a bit more about him and his dad, well I say nice, but Boston definitely had a ‘look’ on his face when his dad kind of brushed off his love of photography (almost made me feel for him lol - no but it must be hard to have something you love poo-pooed), and it did feel like he was trying to make his dad ‘proud’ of the fact he’s playing the field and not settling down. I guess I understand (Understand Boston? What am I saying lol) where he’s coming from in terms of not getting attached to anyone if his intentions are to go to New York, which I think for arty, photography stuff would probably be a good fit. But, the way his words work on Nick and some of the moments he shares with him, I do wonder if deep down he would like something more significant than a bunch of fwbs and fuck buddies. He’s jealous his friends are moving on. Maybe not Mew so much as he had his ‘innocent’ virgin status, but from Ray’s speech it sure sounded like Boston told him a lot about his conquests, whether that was to rub them in Ray’s face for some reason, or he thought he had himself a ‘slutty brother in arms’? Who knows.

When Ray came to confront Boston, Boston sure managed to turn that conversation around quickly. He’d been casting glances at Ray all day as Ray seemed continually over everything going on within the friends group. When they clashed again he was able to twist things and make Ray doubt himself. And while I’m sure deep down Ray would love to be Mew’s knight in shining armour and them ride off into the sunset in love, I’m pretty sure he knows that will never happen. But Boston poked at him, put that doubt in his mind at how his intentions would be viewed - that he would be accused of doing it to get Mew, that he would be as ‘evil’ and be the one destroying Mew’s happiness. Boston is definitely clever with words. I’m looking forward to seeing him kicked into the pool next episode.

And now for Sand and Ray. Sand really showed he has a greyer side to the straightforward, work hard for everything guy we’d gotten used to the last few episodes. Top really got to him, lauding over him that he’d ‘changed’ and got himself his new man, the fact he could get anyone he wanted, ie Sand’s ex. I can’t imagine a guy stealing your lover and in no more than 3 months (based on what we know of Top’s longest relationship) he’s already moved on from that person… I’d be furious and wondering what the hell was the point of all the heartbreak? Honestly, having seen the trailer, breaking his phone to get his hands on Boston and Top’s audio was no where on my list of reasons for Sand stamping on his phone lol. But that was a pretty smart idea. Not sure what Nick noticed on his phone afterwards, maybe the lack of a phone call, or something to do with the method Sand sent himself the audio file. But I don’t think it’ll take him too much to figure out what Sand did when he learns of what’s gone on beyond Ray’s outburst.

I’m sure Sand thought it was an amazing idea handing the file over to Ray. He certainly lit the fuse on the powder keg that is Ray. Him saying about how great it is Mew has Ray at his side? - manipulation skill unlocked lol. I don’t know what he thought would happen or if there was anything more to it than getting back at Top but I’d like to think he wasn’t trying to get back at Ray for liking Mew by making him the bad guy. At the very least, it seemed Ray getting on that mic and making a huge scene was not quite how he’d seen it going.

Going back to Sand meeting with Ray. I felt so bad for Ray. It really felt as if he’d turned up with hopes he and Sand could maybe have a conversation about Mew, maybe even about the two of them. Instead, he was shut down not once but twice more by Sand saying he was fine with Ray liking Mew, echoing the same sentiments Sand had shared on the night things kicked off with Boston that it’s ‘nothing to do with him’.

Was it just me who thought Ray wrapping his hand around the cue ball was damn hot? 🫠 Honestly, the choice of fingers he wears his rings on too, I just… ahem. Anyway, what was I saying? Yeah, him grabbing the ball and basically telling Sand to get to the point was seriously a moment. I’m not 100% sure how he felt about Sand’s words after that, whether he felt as manipulated as Sand’s little side-eye suggested he was being, but clearly at the end of the evening Ray was absolutely done with everybody at that party. And to be fair, I kind of agree. (Also, I’m going to assume Sand renamed the file to Top & Boston - as much as I’d like to assume he knows Boston’s moans cos I’m a NeoKhao getting out the friendzone even just once enthusiast. I’d give him assuming the other voice is Top as Sand said it concerns Mew lol)

And so, we reach the party. The awkward conversation at the table had me like 💀Cheum has always been vocal in her praise of Top - I think I said on episode one about how Top had probably been viewed as this top tier prize to win/be fucked by, and Mew had likely been a breath of fresh air - honestly, I felt a bit bad for April the way Cheum was so besotted with the awesomeness that is Top lol, and then we shift to thanking God Boston, and then apparently forgetting Ray existed for a moment as she got excited everybody was paired off with someone. Even Boston. Also, this friends group need to have better nicknames for each other, what with Ray the Burden and now Boston the Heartless Slut. I know people call each other all sorts when they’re friends, even seemingly offensive names, but sometimes people need to read the room lol. It seems anything but playful banter at times. Following being forgotten, we then have April pointing out Ray is in fact single. I was sat here thinking, please stop poking at him. It was only adding to the tension and left me wondering at what point Ray would actually snap. Even without the added knowledge of Boston and Top, if I was Ray I’d have been seriously considering if it was time to find some new friends, preferable ones that enjoyed activities away from places that serve alcohol. Because no sooner has Ray been pointed out to be a loveless loser, we have Mew opening their conversation in the bathroom by asking if he’s drunk already.

I know Mew cares about Ray, asks him to stop drinking and doing drugs, and there’s only so much Mew or anyone else can do if Ray isn’t ready to help himself or accept help from others, but I don’t know, people expect him to be drunk, to be a burden, and I just feel like there comes a point where Ray, or anybody else, would just give up and act as expected.

(Possibly triggering stuff ahead as I refer back to episode 4)

Focusing on the conversation between them. It felt very ‘final’ and echoed a similar weight to it as the scene of Ray in the bathtub. The thanking him for being his friend, the hug. It might not have been so much the same thoughts right then as we’d had at the start of episode 4, but I think he probably believed somewhat in what Boston had said, he would be the bad guy, people would only view his intentions through the lens of him loving Mew and trying to split up Top and Mew, and in turn Ray loses Mew completely. So it really did feel like a goodbye. I don’t know if Mew got those vibes too, like he felt uneasy and that’s why he insisted Ray shouldn’t drive home, that he was worried about him, but for me there was this heaviness surrounding Ray.

We now know that Ray changed his mind and told Mew the truth about Top and Boston. He knew Mew might not like it and see his intentions in a bad light, but I’m glad he went through with it in the end. As he said later, no one else was saying a damn thing. I see people hung up on Ray being jealous, but I feel above everything else it is about Mew’s, and only Mew’s, happiness. When it comes down to it he’d rather tell him and risk being the villain, so long as Mew is okay. And so we shift to Ray taking the mic. I interpret him doing this out of a mix of things - frustration that even well into the night (despite Mew’s noticeable shift in mood when we catch sight of him again) everybody was singing and dancing as if everything was perfect, and to me, I feel like he was mad Mew hadn’t acted, not mad at Mew though, mad for Mew. That the person he cherishes the most seemed to have let Top and Boston’s behaviour slide, seemed to be accepting it when in Ray’s eyes he deserves so much more. And so fueled with alcohol, disappointed in almost everyone, he hit self destruct on each and every one of his relationships.

I enjoyed Khaotung’s performance and delivery. It hurt to see Ray that way, that look after being hit by the only person he considered to have shown him any care, and as he scanned the crowd, saw how everyone was looking at him. I feel like Mew punched him for a few reasons. Sure he might have had a plan for Top, he also seems someone to like order, have control and Ray was taking that from him, but I also like to think he was trying to stop Ray from going too far, snap him out of his tirade. If he got into an actual fight with someone like Top whose family are rich and the fact Top hates Ray, I could see Top pressing charges. I feel like Mew was in part saving Ray from himself and from saying or doing anything that he couldn’t take back, or might reap serious consequences.

I do, however, support Ray calling out everyone’s bullshit (plus it’s a tv show so it’s damn entertaining lol), even Sand. Their relationship started as a transaction and all he’s heard from Sand recently is they are nothing to each other. The moment outside by the car, I feel that if Sand hadn’t yet again denied they were anything to each other, Ray may well have stayed. Instead, his expression drops and he pushes him away, calls him a whore. Sand had ‘whored’ out his time, that’s how they had started, and Ray maybe assumes that’s all they had ever been. So, having burdened his friends once more, severed his connections to them, I don’t think Ray cared what happened to him after getting in that car and driving away. Luckily Sand did, motivated by caring for Ray, for anyone that could be caught in the fallout, and of course by his own guilt for putting Ray on this path in the first place.

I can’t wait for the next episode.

Oh my goodness. If you read all of that you’re a real trooper lol. I swear I start these the night of the episode and yet I’m still adding extra ramblings all through the week lol. I do enjoy it though. It’s kind of therapeutic to just get it all out. Stress relief 😆

Previous ramblings.

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[naesarangyunho]

Just A Kiss- Jeong Yunho

[i don't own these images all credit to the original owners]

NSFW CONTENT- MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Y/n has been dating Yunho for a few months now but he's her first real boyfriend and, having no prior experience, she's always too shy to go past small kisses. She decides that for once she'd initiate the kiss but things begin to deviate horribly from her original plan.

Includes: praise, size and corruption kinks if you squint, y/n is a virgin, fingering, handjobs, oral sex (male receiving), Yunho loves tiddies, and also- I have jumped on the big dick Yunho band wagon.

[Word count: 4.7k]

Y/n wasn't sure why she was nervous. Okay, maybe she knew why.

Even at twenty years old, Y/n had never had a proper boyfriend. It wasn't that she was undesirable (at least, she hoped not) but more so that she had just not had much of an interest in dating when she was younger.

That changed when she met Yunho. They both danced at the same dance company and after a few months of flirting and hanging out, he asked her to be his girlfriend. How could she say no? He was so handsome, charismatic and funny and it didn't take much time or effort for him to sweep her off her feet.

They'd been dating for around two months now but had only kissed a few times. Each kiss had been initiated by Yunho but they had all ended too soon because Y/n was stupidly shy and nervous and always pulled away before the kisses could be properly deepened.

He seemed to realise how she felt and just let her take things at her own pace. The problem was that her pace was way too slow for her, let alone him. She wanted to kiss him and touch him but she was so stuck in her own head that she always chickened out.

So yeah, she knew why she was nervous but she also knew that she really didn't have a reason to be. It's just Yunho. He would never push her or make fun of her and she knew that.

He had come over to her house that afternoon because they had wanted to start watching a Netflix series together. They were sprawled out on her bed, Yunho on his back with an arm around her and she on her side, curled into him with her head on his chest.

After a while of watching the tv across from her bed, she couldn't focus on the show anymore. All she could focus on was Yunho. His steady heartbeat and breathing beneath her ear, the way his laughs would resonate deep in his chest and the way his fingers were stroking absentmindedly along the skin of her arm as he focused on the tv.

Her heart was pounding and she would not be surprised if he could hear it. She really wanted to kiss him but she was so damn stupidly nervous about it and cursed herself for it. She had missed out on so many opportunities with him already though and she was tired of it.

She took a breath before reaching a hand out to rest it on his stomach, her fingers pushing up under his shirt and stroking softly over the skin of his hip.

She felt his breath hitch for a second and she panicked and was about to take her fingers out from under his shirt but he relaxed and just ran his fingers up and down her back. His gentle touch sent a shiver down her spine.

She slowly turned her head up a bit to place a careful, lingering kiss on the underside of his jaw.

She felt the way he swallowed before he pulled his face back a bit to look at her, a small smile on his face.

"Are you bored?"

She watched his pretty lips move as he spoke, not really paying attention to his words, and her heart did a flip. He had some of the most kissable lips she had ever seen.

He was still looking at her, curious, and she dragged her gaze up from his lips to make eye contact with him.

"Yunho?"

"Mm?" He hummed in response, smiling softly at her as his fingers moved up to play with her hair.

"I... Can I kiss you?"

His smile broadened a little and he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, "Of course you can."

She looked at him and his gorgeous smile a moment longer before taking a steadying breath in an attempt to calm her heart as she took her hand from his hip and instead brought it up to cup his jaw.

His smile slowly faded, replaced by expectant eyes and slightly parted lips as he waited for her to make a move.

She closed her eyes and very gently pressed a kiss to his lips. He returned it with a smile.

She loved the way his lips felt against hers. She needed more.

She held him by the back of the neck and slowly began to move her lips against his. He inhaled before cupping her jaw in one of his large hands and kissing her back.

He wanted to kiss her properly and wanted to touch her in any way she allowed and had for a long while already but he was determined to let her take things at her own pace, regardless of how frustrating it might be at times.

She opened her mouth a little, deepening the kiss as she realised just how good it felt to have his lips slanted over hers like this. She was so foolish to constantly back away when she could have been enjoying herself instead.

She felt his tongue trace her lips and she gladly opened her mouth a little more to accept it, heat rising within her as he tangled his tongue with hers.

Her fingers tangled in his dark hair and she threw a leg over his, trying to get even closer to him.

Heat rose to her skin as he kissed her and suddenly she was on fire. Any traces of hesitancy or shyness were purged from her system and instead replaced by a burning desire for his touch.

She kissed him almost feverishly and he let her, picking up his pace to match hers and kissing her back just the same.

His hand gripped her hip and as they kissed it slid up under her shirt to rest on her bare waist.

The feeling of his big hand on her small waist drove her insane and she wanted more. She got what she wanted when Yunho's hand slowly slid over her skin as they kissed and eventually made it to her breasts, cupping one carefully in his hand.

She whimpered against his mouth before she could stop herself and his breath caught in his throat at the sound. Oh, how he wanted to hear that sound again.

He broke the kiss to look at her, his hand squeezing just the slightest, "Is this okay?"

She nodded fervently, "Very okay."

She paused for a second, debating whether or not to tell him what she was thinking but decided, screw it she was already this far so why not?

"You can...Under my bra?" Her cheeks were pink, she just knew it as she stumbled over her words.

He gave her a cheeky grin before connecting their lips again. Seconds later she felt his fingertips tease the bottom edge of her bra. He didn't move them any further and she huffed.

He laughed into the kiss, "Impatient, are we?"

"Yunho."

His smirk was replaced by parted lips as he concentrated and watched her expression as he finally moved his hands up under her bra. The squeeze of the fabric was a little constricting but he loved the way she whimpered as he squeezed her in his hand, his thumb swiping over her sensitive, hardened nipple.

Her eyes fell shut and her lips parted and when he leaned in and kissed her neck, she whimpered again. God, he loved that sound and wanted to hear even more of it.

"Can I take your shirt off?" He asked her and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her cheeks pink.

"I...Only if you take yours off."

He smiled, gave her a quick kiss and let go of her to sit up quickly and tug his t-shirt over his head.

She sat up and watched him as he did so, drinking in her fill of his toned body as it was revealed to her.

Without really thinking, she reached a hand out to touch him, sliding her hand up his body and feeling his soft, warm skin beneath her palm.

She watched goosebumps form as she moved her hand up over his stomach and chest, over his collarbones and let it come to rest on his neck.

He took the hand on his neck in one of his hands and pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand.

Her chest felt warm and fuzzy from the way he was looking at her, a mixture of love and lust in his gaze.

He let go of her hand and reached out and tugged at the hem of her shirt. She lifted her arms and helped him as he pulled it up and over her head.

He threw it to the side to join his own shirt on her bedroom floor.

He gave her an appreciative smile; she was gorgeous. His arms reached around her, fingers finding the clasp of her bra and he looked at her, a question in his eyes.

After a moment of silent debate on her part she nodded and she felt his fingers undo the clasp and let him slowly slide her bra off of her.

She blushed and covered herself almost instantly, realising how vulnerable and bare she was to him but she relaxed a bit as she felt his warm hands on her crossed arms.

"Let me see, please."

She gulped and slowly lowered her arms, feeling a little more sure of herself as she saw the way his gaze softened and his lips parted as he laid eyes on her bare chest. He reached his hands out to cup her breasts in the palms of his hands, fingers squeezing lightly.

"I love these," He murmured with a boyish grin and if her cheeks weren't flushed before, they definitely were now.

He took his hands away all too soon, her body instantly missing the heat on her skin, and gently guided her to lay back instead. She let him, laying her head back in the pillows.

He climbed on top of her, holding himself up with one hand while the other went to her waist as he brushed his nose against hers.

"You're so beautiful."

And then his lips found hers again.

His thumb stroked over the skin of her hip as his mouth left hers after a while to explore her neck instead.

She leaned her head back to give him more room to work, loving the feeling of his warm mouth on her throat and collarbones.

She loved it even more elsewhere she realised as his lips travelled even further down to kiss the tops of her breasts.

"Oh," She sighed as his mouth finally found one of her breasts, lips and tongue moving to her nipple right away. The way he sucked gently on her sensitive skin had her subconsciously clenching her thighs together. The feeling of his mouth and tongue on her was unfamiliar but oh so good.

Her hand found its way to his hair and her heart did a somersault as he looked up at her with a cheeky grin before holding eye contact and dragging his tongue over her nipple.

Her thighs clenched harder together; she didn't think she'd ever seen something so hot in her life.

"Yunho," She whimpered out as his mouth moved to give her other breast some attention too and her fingers tightened their grip on his hair as she felt him suck a mark into the curve of her breast.

He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself and she had no complaints, feeling similarly about his actions.

He pushed a knee between her legs, trying to better support himself but pushed it up too high he discovered as he heard the way she gasped.

She was suddenly acutely aware of the wetness in her panties and her cheeks were promptly aflame.

How did she get so wet from Yunho only playing with her tits?

Yunho looked up at her to check in on her, "How do you feel?"

This had taken a very different direction from her original plans to get some kisses but somehow she was perfectly okay with that.

"So good, Yunho."

Her cheeks were so flushed and her breath was uneven.

Yunho knew she was a virgin but holy shit was she responsive. He couldn't help the way his pants had begun to tighten.

He watched her face as he pushed his knee up against her again, applying a little more pressure this time.

The way she looked at him, bit her lip and whimpered had Yunho fighting to remind himself that this was a first for her and that he couldn't just take over and fuck her stupid.

He groaned and her brows furrowed, "Are you alright?"

"A little too alright," He admitted and her breath hitched as she looked down between their bodies and caught sight of the way his cock was straining against his pants.

A spike of pure arousal made its way through her body.

"Oh, fuck," She sounded so breathless.

Yunho had expected her to panic and maybe push him off. What he did not expect was the look of pure desire in her eyes and the way she subconsciously pushed against his knee.

Fucking hell, she was driving him insane. Where the hell did his shy girlfriend disappear to?

"You're so hot," He whispered, his gaze heated as he looked down at her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, biting his lip and he gasped against her mouth.

"Where has my shy girlfriend gone?" He murmured against her lips.

"I don't know," She whispered breathlessly. And she didn't know. Nor did she actually care enough to think about it any further.

She pushed down against his knee again with a little moan and he pulled back to look at her. She seemed so desperate for some kind of relief. Should he offer to help her out? Would she be fine with that?

One of his hands moved to rest on her lower stomach, his fingertips on the waistband of her shorts.

"Do you want me to help you?"

A flicker of shyness rose within her but the thought of Yunho's pretty fingers touching her smothered it completely.

She nodded, "Please, Yun."

The desperation in her voice was more than enough motivation for him to slip his fingers into her shorts and panties.

His cock throbbed almost painfully at what he found; she was absolutely soaked.

She gasped as she felt his fingers slide through her wetness, gliding softly over the skin.

She couldn't help the way she clenched when he finally slid a finger into her nor could she help the lewd moan she let out as he start moving it in and out of her, finger crooked, searching.

His finger stroked over a part inside of her that had another louder moan falling from her lips.

He smirked against her neck, "Found it."

She didn't even hear him, her fingers tugging on his hair as he set a steady pace, pushing against her g-spot with every stroke.

He eased a second finger into her after a while and her thighs squeezed shut around his hand involuntarily.

He used his knee to push them apart so he could work without any limitations.

"Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me," He murmured against her neck, biting softly.

She whined and clenched hard around his fingers at his words.

He lifted his mouth to the shell of her ear with a slight smirk, "Did you like that? Do you want to be my good girl?"

His words had her toes curling and her pushing down on his hand.

"Mm-hmm," She managed to get out and he kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip.

"What a good girl~ You're taking my fingers so well~" He cooed and she knew that she should probably have been blushing and shying away like she usually did but the words just served to push her even closer to the orgasm she felt building up inside of her.

She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips struggling to move against his as he picked up the pace and rolled his thumb over her clit.

At this point she was whining helplessly into his mouth and grinding into his hand, meeting every thrust of his fingers.

"Are you close, sweetheart?" He asked, knowing full well by the way she was clenching hard around his fingers that she was.

"Yes, so close," She panted and he groaned at the sound of her voice and the way she breathed so heavily against his mouth.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?"

She nodded half deliriously as his words went straight to her core, her body warm and fuzzy all over as her orgasm approached.

He kissed her parted lips, his tongue sliding between them and her fingers left his hair to grip his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

He loved the feeling, to be honest, and felt pride in the way she was clinging to him for support as the pleasure he was giving her began to overwhelm her.

A few more strokes of his fingers and she fell completely apart with a cry of his name.

"That's it~ my good girl cumming on my fingers so nicely for me," He murmured and moved his mouth to kiss her neck softly as his fingers kept moving and helped her through her orgasm.

She lay still for a good minute after, the waves of intense pleasure slowly receding. Her legs were quivering and her pulse was loud in her ears as she lay beneath him, almost completely spent and fighting to catch her breath.

She didn't think she had ever had such an intense orgasm before and it didn't surprise her that Yunho was capable of giving her one that intense.

He removed his hand from her shorts, reaching across to her bedside table for the pack of tissues there.

Just as he had finished cleaning his fingers, she regained some strength, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.

He scrambled to support himself so as to not crush her smaller frame beneath him.

She pressed kisses to his cheek and neck.

"Thank you," She mumbled.

He smiled and turned his head to kiss her, "Thank you for trusting me enough to let me touch you."

She just hummed in response, still pretty spent.

She pulled him closer by the waist, wanting his whole body pressed against hers but in doing so, she caused his erection to press against her.

She paused. She had been so caught up in her own pleasure she had neglected to remember his needs.

She didn't want to be selfish.

He bit his lip, suppressing a moan as she pulled his waist even closer to hers, putting pressure on his hard dick.

He'd kill for some friction right now but didn't want to end up pushing his luck with her.

Her grip on his waist tightened slightly, "Yunho?"

He looked down at her, half expecting her to tell him to move off of her now, "Yes?"

She moved one of her small hands to his waistband, "Can I... Can I help you?"

His dick twitched in interest as he already imagined her fingers wrapped around him.

"Please do." His erection was bordering on painful now, his body begging for release.

"Maybe... Take off your pants? Won't that be easier?"

He nodded, rolling off of her and sitting on the edge of the bed to do that. He swiftly pulled his pants down and kicked them off, leaving only his underwear on.

He knew he would have to guide her and that she would probably not be perfect since this was her first time doing this but just the prospect of her touching him was enough.

He moved to sit back against the headboard, long legs spread out in front of him and patted his thighs.

She swallowed thickly before sitting up and crawling over to him.

She straddled his thighs and looked at him for a moment, not sure where to begin.

She had almost forgotten that she was topless until she felt Yunho's hands slide up her stomach to cup her breasts.

The way he bit his lip as he squeezed them had a blush rising to her cheeks.

She laid a hand on top of one of his, stroking her thumb softly over the skin before removing his hand from her body.

He frowned at her, and the way he looked like he was going to pout was rather entertaining.

"It's your turn, let's not get distracted."

He didn't say anything in response and instead watched her intently as she slowly pulled his underwear down.

Her breath hitched for a second as his erection sprung free, flushed, veiny and leaking precum. She wavered for a second, her eyes widening a little. He was big. So big. How was she supposed to fit that in her hands? Or mouth?

He was worried she'd chicken out now that she had seen his dick. His last girlfriend did and put off having sex with him or trying to for months.

Y/n didn't chicken out though. Instead, she wrapped careful fingers around his length, squeezing just slightly.

He was almost embarrassed by the way his hips jolted.

Something about her small hands wrapped around him just drove him insane. He wasn't sure he would last very long.

She paused after holding him in her hand, unsure of what to do next since she'd never actually done this before. She wanted to try her best though. Shouldn't she have some kind of lubrication? Wouldn't that be good? She didn't though. At least, not near her bed.

He sensed her hesitation and gently pushed her hands away. She watched him with curious eyes.

Her breath caught again for the umpteenth time that afternoon as she watched him spit into his hand, wrap his hand around his dick and run his thumb over his tip, collecting the precum there and mingling it with his spit as he gave himself a few pumps.

Her heart rate picked up as she watched him, both from arousal and nerves.

"Like that," He said. Spit wasn't really an ideal lubricant but with no other option, it would have to do.

"Should I also..?" She held a hand up to her mouth with some uncertainty and he nodded.

"It'll help."

She copied his earlier motions, determined to do well and make him feel good too.

She gave his dick a few pumps, applying varying pressures in different places, trying to figure out what he liked and when he started moaning softly, head tilting back, she knew she must be doing something right.

She continued at a steady pace and sped up only when he began to helplessly thrust up a little into her grip, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Yes, just like that, sweetheart," His voice was strained, pleasure rendering him almost speechless.

His words were encouraging. She knew she didn't know what she was doing and that she wouldn't be able to fit all of him into her mouth but she leaned her face down anyways.

He moaned a little louder and opened his eyes to look at her as he felt her softly kiss the head of his dick as she jerked him off.

He was interested to see what she would do and fought to keep his eyes open and focus on her despite the tension building within him.

She looked up at him, more to gauge his expression than in an attempt to be sexy, as she slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of his length.

"Oh, fuck," He groaned and threw his head back. He was so done for. She was surprisingly so good at this.

She hummed in approval of her own actions and the vibrations went straight to his throbbing cock. Was this girl trying to drive him mad?

She continued moving her hands while simultaneously sucking gently on his dick, swirling her tongue around the tip.

His one hand made its way to her hair and he tried his absolute best to not pull harshly on it as he fought to control the urge to just let loose and fuck her mouth.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart, so well."

She sucked a little harsher and sped up and he couldn't help the sounds falling from his mouth.

"You're such a good girl for me, making me feel so good."

He was struggling to get his words out, almost breathless at this point but still wanted to praise her. He knew she liked it but he also meant it. He really was feeling so good.

One more swirl of her tongue and he was on the edge. He tried to gently pull her face away from his dick but she wouldn't budge.

"Baby, I'm about to, fuck, cum," He panted.

She just took him a little further into her mouth and continued her actions, spit collecting at the corners of her mouth and he just couldn't help falling apart.

Warm, salty streams of cum filled her mouth as he came with a shameless moan before he could stop himself, his fingers tightening in her hair.

She continued jerking him off through his orgasm and only pulled off his dick once it had faded.

Quite a bit of his cum had hit the back of her throat and she coughed slightly as she sat back up, some of it mingling with the saliva on the corner of her lip.

He opened his eyes abruptly as he heard her cough, realising what he'd just done, and cupped a hand by her mouth.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, my love. Here, spit it out."

She pushed his hand aside and gave him a small shake of her head. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her swallow and open her mouth and stick her tongue out to show him it was all gone.

"Holy fuck."

He was shocked and a little aroused again at the sight but mild amusement rose within him as he thought about the way she was going to react to all of this when the high wore off.

He pulled his underwear back up and reached over and grabbed another tissue. He gently wiped her mouth clean of spit and any remaining cum.

"You did well. Thank you, sweetheart."

She felt pride rise within her and she gave him a small pleased smile.

He grinned back and kissed her gently before pulling back to look at her again, wondering when the high was going to wear off and reality was going to kick in for her.

Pretty soon was the answer, he discovered as he watched a hot flush rise to her cheeks as she looked at him.

She groaned and fell forward into him, hiding her face in his neck. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her naked upper body.

"You alright, my love?"

She nodded after a while.

"I don't know what happened to me, I just wanted a good kiss."

He stroked her hair, "Unless you regret what just happened and are uncomfortable with it, I hope whatever happened happens again."

She pulled her face away from his neck to look at him.

"I do not regret anything nor am I uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually, I'm just surprised that I went from being too nervous to kiss you properly to wanting you to touch me and wanting to touch you."

He kissed her, "I'm not complaining. I've thoroughly enjoyed this."

"God, Yunho," she buried her face in his shoulder with a groan again, "I was so completely shameless."

He pulled her back to kiss her, biting her bottom lip, "You are welcome to be that shameless whenever you want. You're so fucking hot, sweetheart."

"You think?" She asked shyly and he nodded.

"I know."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, her tongue licking into his mouth.

She broke the kiss, "Then... Are you spent or do you want to be shameless again?"

He grinned, "I'm definitely up for another round."

He flipped her over and pinned her to the bed, a naughty smile on his handsome face. She giggled as he pressed kisses all over her face before kissing her properly.

Soon enough her giggles became moans and whimpers.

So much for just a kiss.

A/N: Thank you for your support and just a reminder that requests are open ♡

[feyhunter78]

Targaryen Inc (4/?)

Description: Alyra calls the owner of Cherry's, her and Aegon watch Sarah leave, and Alyra tries to keep her cool while attending an award ceremony with Aemond.

Check out the amazing and hilarious fanart the wonderful and talented @gracielikegrapes made for this chapter here!!!!

“You’re saying Mr. Hightower is going to spend what my girls make in two months in one night, on multiple girls?” Benny, the owner of Cherry’s was flabbergasted.

“Yes, but only if you turn off your cameras and make sure no one else is recording him. Put him in a private room, take up phones, I don’t care. Just make sure there is no video or photo evidence of his actions.” She stressed, hoping the finality of her tone would get her point across.

The sound of a palm slapping against her window made her jump and she glanced up to see Aegon who had stuck a piece of paper that read ‘Cherry’s?’ on it to her window.

“Ma’am, I’ll even turn off my own phone for that kind of business. Will you express my appreciation to Hightower? I just opened this place in honor of my recently deceased dog, and his business would really help us out.” Benny said, a genuine tone of gratitude in his voice.

“I’ll pass on your sentiments, and a security officer will be joining him tonight. He’ll check the cameras and watch over Mr. Hightower.”

“That’s no problem, hell, the security guard can get a lap dance, on the house.”

Alyra pinched the bridge of her nose. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you, Mr. Benny.”

“No, thank you, ma’am.”

They said their goodbyes and she waved Aegon in.

“So? You coming to Cherry’s with me tomorrow?” Aegon said, flopping down in his usual seat.

“Again, never. But the owner had agreed to cut the cameras and wanted me to convey his sincerest gratitude for your patronage.”

Aegon smiled, “what can I say? I’m a man of the people.”

The sound of yelling made them both turn.

“Is that Sarah?” Alyra got up from her desk and swung out of her office, hanging onto the door frame with one hand.

“Who?” Aegon asked.

Alyra covered his mouth with her hand and strained her ears. While each of their individual offices might be big, the space between all of them was not.

A door slammed and Alyra scurried back into her office, pulling Aegon with her. Sarah stood by the elevators, arms crossed, her foot tapping the floor angrily.

“That’s Jace’s girlfriend.” Alyra whispered.

Aegon peeked his head out, scanning the woman. “I thought he was into blondes?”

Sarah had shoulder length dark brown hair, with dark eyes, and pale skin, that looked as if she’d never seen the sun. She was beautiful, in a severe way. Like a high fashion model, with their long legs and sharp edges.

“He is—Sarah is an exception. They’ve been on again-off again for a year or so now?”

“Waste of time if you ask me. Just breakup and find a new girl.”

Alyra elbowed him. “Some people can’t move on that quickly, some of us have feelings.”

“I have feelings, I just like to over them, or under them, either works.” He shrugged, a teasing smile on his face.

The elevator dinged and Sarah got on. Alyra waited till the doors closed to push Aegon. “Alright, get out of my office. Mara sent me the mockups and I need to give them to Aemond.”

She’d gone over the mockup a few times, adding in a few ideas, and correcting some of the numbers before she brought them to Aemond’s office.

She pushed his door open, papers in hand. “Here are the mockups, Mara and Arryk did a great job, I’m really proud of them.”

He held out one hand for the papers, his eyes focused on his computer.

“Is everything alright?” She asked.

Aemond set the papers on his desk and sighed. “I’ve been nominated for an award. Some nonsense about being young and successful in finance”

Alyra tilted her head in confusion, an award was usually a good thing. “That’s amazing, congratulations.”

He shook his head. “No, because now I need to attend the dinner, and write a speech for if I win, and mother will insist I bring a date to maintain our image.” His eyes flickered to her. “Are you busy next Saturday?”

Aemond was always punctual, something she knew, and yet it still caught her off guard. He knocked on her door at precisely six o’clock, and she was still slipping her shoes, on her necklace in one hand. She flung open the door, and hobbled over to her couch, leaning against it as she adjusted the straps on her heels.

“Are you ready for a night of pompous rich men, and their trophy wives?” She asked, once she had both shoes adjusted. She stood in front of the hall mirror trying to clasp her necklace.

Aemond came up behind her. He was always taller than her, even when she wore heels like tonight, but at least now they were almost the same height. At least now, she felt a little less flustered when he cast his crystalline eyes down at look at her. He swept her hair to one side and took the necklace from her, clasping it gently around her neck, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin, as he straightened out the delicate golden chain. “As ready as one can ever be.”

He held out his arm for her to take, leading her out of her apartment and towards the elevator. She admired him as he watched the numbers drop. His hair was pulled back like normal and fell across the shoulders of his black suit. Gods, he looks good in a suit.

Alyra herself had worn a maroon evening gown to match his tie. With a halter neckline and a slight leg slit to make walking easier.

The drive to the award dinner didn’t take very long, definitely not long enough for Alyra to realize that people were going to ask who she was, and what they were.

“How are you going to introduce me?” She asked him quietly, clinging to his arm. She was head of PR she talked to people all day long, but she still got a little nervous entering new situations.

“As my co-worker?” Aemond replied, looking down at her in confusion.

“Oh, okay, I just didn’t know if you were going to say we were friends, or if you wanted me to pretend to be your fiancée…”

Aemond chuckled lowly, “you’ve been watching far too many of those ridiculous romance films with my sister.”

“They’re good movies!” She protested, giving him an exaggerated look of disbelief as he handed their invitations to the man standing at the door.

“Table twelve, take a right, and it’ll be the fourth table.” The man said, gesturing in the direction of their table.

They both thanked him and found their seats.

“There’s a lot of people here.” Alyra commented, before looking over the paper menu laid atop her plate.

“Far too many, I was hoping this wouldn’t take too long.” Aemond drawled, glancing at his watch.

“Why, you have a date?” She teased.

Please say no. If you say yes, I'll cry,

“No, I just like to keep Vhagar on a schedule. She gets upset if we don’t go on our nightly run at least an hour before she goes to bed.”

“Understandable, Ziras always starts whining if he doesn’t get to cuddle with me for at least an hour a day.” Aemond nodded, not dismissing her statement, but not verbally responding.

Nice going, compare a regimented schedule to laying on the couch with your dog, totally the same thing Alyra. She internally smacked herself. She’d worked with Aemond for over two years now, she should be over this schoolgirl crush.

 “How is he doing?” Aemond said, scanning the wine list.

“Ziras?”

He nodded.

“Oh, really well, we’ve been working on some tricks, and I’ve been brainstorming Halloween costumes for him.” She said, digging her phone out of her purse to pull up photos.

Aemond chuckled at the costume ideas, pointing out the dragon costume with the tiny rider attached to it. “I like that one, maybe I’ll get one for Vhagar.”

“I can send you the link, if you want?”

“Please do.”

They placed their orders and began chatting about work, going over the budget for the charity ball.

Their food arrived, and they ate as they conversed with the other people seated at their table until the plates were cleared away and the lights dimmed.

The urge to pull her phone back out was strong, but Aemond seemed actually interested in the categories being announced, and she didn’t want to be rude.

Aemond leaned into her, “they’re announcing my category next.” He whispered.

“Exciting.” She whispered back, giving him a bright smile and two thumbs up.

Aemond sat stone still, and Alyra held her breath until finally she heard his name being called.

He stood, a radiant smile on his face, and she stood as well throwing her arms around him and giving him a quick hug before she pulled back, realizing what she’d just done.

Aemond surprisingly just turned that smile on her and made his way up to the stage.

He made his speech, an also surprisingly heartfelt speech about his father, both of them, and how much he enjoyed working at Targaryen Inc. When he sat back down plaque in hand, she pulled out her phone.

“Smile, I’m putting this out on our socials.” She smiled as he adopted a more neutral expression, and she quickly typed up a caption and mass posted it.

Aemond let her post the photo then grabbed her hand, kissing it quickly, before saying his thank-yous to their tablemates.

Alyra froze, her hand still in his. Sure, she’d seen him kiss Helaena’s hand, his mother’s hand, and Aegon kissed her hand all the time, but this? This was different.

Aemond looked back at her, a small smile on his face. “We can leave if you’d like, I only wanted to stay and see if I’d win.”

Alyra nodded and grabbed her purse.

He walked her back to her apartment, before bidding her goodnight and heading down the hall to his own apartment. Alyra unlocked her door then closed it sliding down until she was seated on the floor and screamed into her hands, her face hot with embarrassment and excitement? Delightful nervousness? She couldn’t put names to all the emotions she was feeling.

Ziras, her ever faithful companion came bounding up to her and began to lick her hands until she dropped them and scratched behind his ears.

“Oh bubba, I’m so screwed.” She groaned, patting his side, and standing up to get ready for bed.

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[petsdogworld]

You might be missing out if you have never given the friendly dog harness much thought. Harnesses are often associated with misbehaving dogs, but the fact is that this small piece of equipment can be an excellent training tool. In this article we will talk about, Are harnesses good for dogs or not. Do you have a dog that refuses to stop pulling on walks? Using a belt can not only prevent this, but it can also show him (or her) how to walk correctly in the future. It can also be a great addition to or replacement for a collar for dogs with medical problems (such as a failing trachea) that cause strain on their throat and causes other issues. For dogs like pugs, a leash is also a good choice because too much pressure around their neck will cause their eyeballs to protrude from their sockets. Of course, the dog walks nicely on the lead, never pulling, jumping, zigzagging, or attempting to wriggle free from his collar. Unless, of course, he isn't. A dog harness, rather than a dog collar, makes it easier to control and handle any dog, particularly those with less-than-perfect leash manners. Dog Harness VS Collar Harnesses have many advantages over the conventional dog collar that most pet owners are familiar with. There are some of them: Better control of your dog, which is especially essential if you're walking on a busy street or in a crowded area.Pulling is avoided because it demonstrates to dogs that action is detrimental to them. Pulling on the dog's collar propels him forward, giving the impression that the action was effective. Pulling on a leash will also result in your dog's front legs being lifted off the ground, which isn't a desirable outcome for your dog.It helps in the prevention of the dog jumping. If your dog jumps up against people, a dog leash is a good way to avoid him without risking choking him.Ideal for puppies who can get tangled or injured when pulling on a normal collar and leash.Aids in the care of easily disturbed dogs. This is especially important when hiking with your dog or in places where being distracted could lead to injury or the dog being separated from you.Harnesses provide more stability, which is particularly essential in congested areas.A harness gives you much more control and is also easier on your arms and back if you have a big or heavy dog.Pulling or tugging on the leash can cause harm to very small dogs. A brace distributes pressure over a greater region of his body, minimizing neck and back strain.Harnesses make it difficult to pull. When your dog pulls on the leash while wearing a collar, he continues to move forward, making him believe that pulling is working. He is redirected by a belt, whether it is worn on his chest or between his shoulder blades; there is no incentive because pulling doesn't get him anywhere. Harnesses can also be useful if you have a dog that wants a little help getting up after a rest or during walks. You can simply pull up and provide lifting assistance when needed with a belt, causing no discomfort or pain. Finally, the dog collar has the benefit of being unable to come off unintentionally. When a dog pulls too hard, collars will come undone, but a harness, on the other hand, surrounds the entire body, so pulling won't affect its grip on your dog. Are harnesses ideal for every dog Though there's no excuse to stop using a dog leash, some animals hate the sensation and may take some time to get used to it. If you want to use a harness for your dog, getting started as soon as possible is the best choice. Otherwise, you can find that putting on and taking off a harness is more difficult – particularly if your dog refuses to comply. Harnesses are often ineffective as collar replacements since one of the primary functions of a collar is to bear identification. Your pet should still wear an ID tag with contact details, even if he is micro chipped. Remember that if your dog or cat goes missing without a leash, he may be mistaken for a stray.

When your pet is located, a collar normally sends a short signal that an owner was nearby at some stage, which could cause faster action. Harnesses come in a variety of sizes and fits, so take your dog with you when you go shopping for walking equipment. You'll be able to put on a variety of outfits to see which one best suits him. Potential risks of Dog harnesses A chest injury is possible if a collar does not fit properly and a dog pulls hard on his leash. For brachycephalic (short-nosed) dogs, small breeds, and dogs with tracheal collapse or other tracheal problems, a halter with a back clip rather than a front clip might be preferable. Since front-clip harnesses can place too much strain on the dog's throat as he pulls on the leash, this is a good idea, that unless a harness is explicitly designed to solve the issue, it will not reduce pulling. Choosing the right Harness for your dog A properly fitted harness will not gap, push, chafe, or otherwise irritate the dog, and will remain in place with minimal movement while the dog walks. A properly fitting harness will not trigger skin folds around the dog's neck or shoulders, indicating that it is too tight. When you remove the belt, there should be no indentations in the fur where it sat. English Bulldogs, Boxers, and Pit Bulls are barrel-chested dogs, so finding a harness that suits them correctly can be more difficult. Finding the right fit is essential, and some harnesses either fit these breeds too tightly around the chest or shoulders, or rub under the arms as the dog walks. You should be able to fit two fingers snugly between the harness and your dog to ensure the fit is not too tight or too loose. I recommend testing the fit of a harness on a young, developing dog on a regular basis to ensure your puppy has not outgrown it. Conclusion The conclusion is that a good harness does not limit or obstruct the shoulder blades or chest so the question Are Harnesses good for dogs comes to a positive ending. These critical areas must be able to move naturally and openly without effecting the dog. Hope you like our article. If you would like to put your input , do not hesitate and let us know. We would be happy to include some other details which we might have missed. https://petsdogworld.com/are-harnesses-good-for-dogs/?feed_id=264&_unique_id=6457ee6b40159 #Harnessesfordogs

[katsu28]

changed the game

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve would do anything for you, but he would never tell anyone why—until today

(i suck at writing summaries but it’s basically just 4.8k words of best friends to lovers with the best soccer mom ever!) 

warnings: swearing, steve being adorable, slight violence but it’s only like one slap, fluff central

a/n: i really am a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope. enjoy!! <3

masterlist + taglist

(gif found on google, credits to owner)

You burst through the doors of Family Video, looking around the store frantically for the one person you needed to find until you finally spotted him reshelving movies in the corner. He (surprisingly) didn’t see you coming, so when you popped into his line of sight, he jumped.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve yelped, all the tapes in his arms clattering to the floor. 

“Sorry,” You offered him a guilty smile, kneeling down to help him pick everything up. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“Uh, no, you’re—you’re all good. I was spaced the hell out.” Steve mumbled. “What’s up?”

“You’re going to Lucas’ game tonight, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?” 

“Would it be okay if the boys and I hitched a ride?” You asked sheepishly. “I promised I’d drive them, but my sister called dibs on the car for her stupid date, and I—” 

“Yeah, sure! No problem.” His response was immediate (and a bit squeaky too), head nodding so fast that his hair fell into his eyes. “I can pick you up at six, swing around and grab them on the way?”

“That sounds perfect! Thank you so much, Steve, you’re a lifesaver!” You beamed at him, passing off the rest of the fallen tapes into his arms and pulling him into a quick hug. He barely had time to react before you backed away, but your perfume lingered in his space. “I gotta get to work, but thank you again. I’ll see you tonight.” 

Steve managed a weak wave goodbye before watching you retreat out the doors, mind still processing your conversation. 

“Alright, I’ll shoot. When are you gonna tell her?” Robin’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see her leaning against the front counter with her chin propped up in her hand and a shit eating grin on her face. 

“Tell her what?” He snorted, shoving the rest of the movies back on their respective shelves. Robin aimed a rather pointed look at him. “Seriously, what?” 

“Oh, you’re serious?” She raised an eyebrow. When all Steve did was give her a dumb look, she sighed. “When are you gonna tell Y/N that you’re in love with her?” 

Steve froze in his tracks, gaze whipping over to her incredulously. “What?” 

“You heard me, dingus.” 

“You’re insane.” 

“Steve, you were literally just telling me yesterday about your date with Brenda tonight, and you just agreed to play soccer mom carting around a bunch of your kid friends, all because Y/N batted her eyes and said pretty please?” 

“We’re friends, Robin. That’s what friends do.” He replied with a shrug, but even that seemed forced. “Besides, I can just call Brenda and reschedule, no big deal. She’ll understand.” 

“I’m your friend too, and you wouldn’t even give me a ride home from school after band practice last week!” 

“That was different!” 

“Yeah, you’re not completely head over heels for me!” 

“Y’know what?” Steve huffed, grabbing the movie cart and pushing it away from Robin. “I have work to do. I don’t need this.” 

“Right, because you’re so hard at work reshelving tapes!” Robin called after him, to which he flipped her off behind his back.

Once Steve finished reshelving all the rewound tapes, he glanced back over at the counter to see if Robin was still behind it, and when he saw that she was helping an old lady in the far corner of the store, he hurried over to the phone, digging the scrap of paper that Brenda had given him out of his pocket and dialing her number. He drummed his fingers on the counter as it rang, trying to come up with a way to bail on their date at the last minute without seeming like a jackass. 

“Hello?” Brenda’s sickly sweet voice poured through the receiver, and Steve cringed. 

“Hey, Brenda, it’s Steve. Harrington.” He said weakly, twirling a pen between his fingers. 

“Steve, hi!” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight!” 

“Yeah! Um, about that…I hate to do this so last minute, but I just came down with the nastiest case of food poisoning, and I think we’re probably gonna have to take a raincheck on our date.” 

“Oh no, you poor baby!” Brenda cooed. “Of course we can reschedule, no problem! Whenever you’re feeling better, just give me a call.” 

“Thank you so much, Brenda, you’re a real saint!”

“Maybe I’ll swing by your place and bring you some soup?” 

“No!” Steve blurted, then let out a forced chuckle. “No, I mean, I think food poisoning is contagious, and I’d be so bummed if you came by and I gave it to you.” 

Brenda giggled, and he could just picture her twirling her permed blond hair around her finger like she always did around him. “You’re so thoughtful, Steve.” 

“That, I am.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I, um, I’ve gotta go…y’know—I’ll just call you sometime, yeah?” 

“Feel better soon!” 

Steve mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before hanging up, ignoring the guilt pooling in his stomach and instead focusing on how happy you’d looked when he said he could give you and the boys a ride. 

“Does your ass ever get tired of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Robin asked innocently, pulling him out of his thoughts. Steve just flipped her off again on his way to the back room, where he collapsed into one of the flimsy plastic chairs with a heavy sigh. 

Robin was right, he was head over heels for you (but she didn’t need to know that). After Nancy, Steve didn’t think he’d ever be able to connect with anyone ever again. But then you came along with your bright smile and witty comebacks and how much you cared about your friends, and he fell hard and he fell fast. You’d ruined him for anyone else, in the best possible way. 

He’d been going on all these dates with different people, trying to find one person who he thought he could be happy with for once, but with every date he went on, his heart wasn’t in it. 

You had Steve Harrington wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it. 

He’d do anything for you, so canceling a date that he didn’t even really want to go on was the least of his worries. Steve just hoped it didn’t end up backfiring on him in the future, because that would definitely not be a good look for him. 

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“You’re baking. You hate baking, why are you baking?” Your older sister, Callie, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as soon as she walked into the kitchen, eyeing the mess of baking supplies on the counter with you in the middle of it all. 

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, hands too covered in sticky dough to touch anything else. “Cookies for Steve.” 

“Cookies for Steve,” She repeated, nodding slowly. “Why?” 

“Since someone,” You aimed a pointed look at her, “is taking the car tonight, he’s driving the boys and I to Lucas’ game.” 

“Is he now?” She hummed, smirking. 

See, what you didn't know was that Callie was friends with Brenda, the very same Brenda who was supposed to be going on a date with Steve tonight. Also the very same Brenda that had just called her sadly about Steve having food poisoning and canceling said date. Now hearing that he’d bailed on her to help you out, everything she’d been picking up on between you and Steve finally made sense. 

The way Steve always hung onto your every word, gazing stupidly at you when you weren’t looking. Every single time he’d gotten you something just because he thought you’d like it. How he’d show up at your house and watch god awful movies with you, and she could hear both your snorting laughters all throughout the night. 

And now this: Steve making up a bogus excuse to get out of a date all because you’d asked him for a favor. 

There was no mistaking it—Steve Harrington was in love with you. 

And you definitely felt the same way about him, because here you were, baking cookies for him like you were Betty Crocker despite your outspoken hatred for it. 

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve anyways?” Callie asked nonchalantly, reaching across the counter to snag a handful of chocolate chips and popping them in her mouth. 

“What deal?” You pulled open the oven to put the cookies inside to bake, setting a timer for ten minutes before turning back to her with furrowed brows to see that she was looking pointedly at you. “There is no deal with me and Steve, Cal, we’re friends. Friends help each other out.”  

“Right,” She dragged out the word amusedly, like she didn’t believe a word you were saying. “So you don’t like him? Like, like him like him?” 

“Me, like Steve?” You forced out a laugh, shaking your head. She nodded. “No, I don’t like him. Why are you asking?” 

“Oh, no reason.” 

“Weirdo.” 

“Says the one covered in flour,” Callie shot back, wrinkling her nose at you. “Don’t you have to go get ready or something?” 

One glance at the clock above the sink had you swearing like a sailor, because you now had less than an hour to clean up your mess, shower, get dressed, and let the cookies cool before Steve picked you up. 

“Can you help me clean up?” You yelped, scrambling out of your dusty apron and chucking it at Callie frantically, who dodged it with an indignant noise. 

“No, it’s your mess, you clean it!” 

You were already hurrying down the hall to your bedroom, but you managed to catch yourself on the doorway as you yelled back at her. “I’ll take your laundry duty for the next three weeks!” 

“Five!” 

“Deal!”

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Steve watched you leap down the steps outside your front door, smiling as you waved wildly at him on your way to his car. 

“Hi, Steve!” You chirped, sliding into the passenger seat smoothly. He nodded in acknowledgement, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel casually. “Thanks again for giving us a ride, I hope I didn’t crash any plans you might’ve had.” 

“Nah, no plans. And you don’t need to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help out,” He chuckled, pushing down the nagging feeling in his gut and pulling away from the curb smoothly. “Whatcha got there?”

You cracked open the plastic container on your lap with a sheepish smile. “Cookies. Made them as a thank you, but—” 

“Oh no, I’ll take that thank you,” He said quickly, opening his mouth without taking his eyes off the road. “Gimme one!” 

Popping a cookie into his mouth with a chuckle, you wiped your fingers on the collar of his jacket, listening to him groan about how this was his favorite one and how you’d ruined it. All you did was roll your eyes playfully, cranking up the radio to drown him out, but Steve switched gears right away, singing along horribly to every song that played—especially if he didn’t know the words. 

You couldn’t help but admire him from your side of the car, your eyes taking in every slope, curve, and contour of his face. From the sharp angle of his jaw to the curve of his pink lips; the scattering of freckles across his cheeks to the lines on his face that morphed into the cutest dimples whenever he smiled—in your eyes, everything about Steve Harrington was perfect. 

Sure, he could be a little dumb sometimes, but that was another one of the things you loved about him. 

And you did admit, the whole falling-for-your-best-friend thing wasn’t your smartest move, especially since that best friend was Steve freaking Harrington, who went on dates with different girls practically every other night and had a reputation for being quite the ladies’ man. You liked to think that he’d mellowed out since his King Steve days, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have Hawkins girls lined up out the door to get their share of him. 

You didn’t really have any right to feel the jealousy that you did every time Steve talked about how he went roller skating with Stacy from junior year trig, or went out for milkshakes with Carla from the girls’ volleyball team, but you couldn’t help it. Steve was out of your league, and there was nothing you could (or would) do about it. 

“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you saw that he was looking over at you in slight concern. When he saw you refocus, he smiled softly. “There she is. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to steal another cookie myself.” 

“I, um, I’m good. I was just…thinking.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought of being caught thinking about Steve by Steve. 

“Thinking, huh? Care to share?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, eyes glinting with amusement. 

“I would, actually. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours.” 

“Maybe another time, Harrington.” You giggled, offering out another cookie as a consolation prize that Steve plucked right out of your fingertips. The car slowed to a stop outside of Dustin’s house, where the curly haired boy was already waiting outside impatiently, brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of Steve’s car but hopping in nonetheless. “Hey, Dustin! Sorry we’re late.” 

“It’s fine, the game doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” He assured you, then turned right to Steve. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going—” 

“We should really get going if we wanna pick up the rest of the gang and get to the game on time!” Steve interrupted forcibly, shooting Dustin a very pointed look in the rearview mirror. 

“But—” 

“All buckled in, Henderson?” Dustin nodded slowly. “Alright, time to go!” 

Without further ado, Steve pulled away from the curb, cranking the radio back up and leaving Dustin (and now you) confused.

The atmosphere of the car ride to pick up Mike and Will, then to the high school, was awkward to say the least. The boys were in the back whispering about something you couldn’t make out and glancing at you and Steve in the front seat, while Steve was significantly less chatty with you than he was before Dustin got into the car. As soon as the car was parked, the younger boys filed out of the backseat, barely nodding at Steve’s promise to meet back here after the game was over in case anyone got separated before hurrying off towards the gym. 

“I’m gonna say it because nobody else will, but what is wrong with those kids?” You asked incredulously, wrinkling your nose at how weird they were acting. 

Steve just chuckled nervously, falling into step with you as you made your way slowly to the gym as well. “I ask myself that everyday.” 

You noticed how Steve didn’t answer your question, but decided not to push in fear of making things more awkward than they already were now. The two of you made your way into the school in silence, passing off your tickets and finding an empty space midway up the wooden bleachers, an aisle away from the band. You caught Robin’s eye and waved at her excitedly, nudging Steve with your elbow for him to say hi too. He waved, purposely ignoring her smug gaze by focusing out on the cheerleading squad. 

“Has Robin made her move on Vickie yet?” Your voice was soft in Steve’s ear, but still made his breath catch in his chest at the fact that you were basically leaning against him to be heard in the loud gym. 

“She, uh—no, she hasn’t. Not that I know of.” He stuttered, gulping nervously. 

“I think they’d be good together.” 

“I keep telling her that, but she keeps pushing back,” Steve shrugged. “You should talk some sense into her.” 

You smiled at him, patting his shoulder. “I think I will. Maybe I’ll swing by Family Video tomorrow.” 

Right as Steve was about to respond, a shrill whistle from the referee signaled the start of the game, not leaving much room to discuss Plan Robin-gets-the-girl. 

You couldn’t help but touch Steve every time something big happened during the game, whether it was latching your arm around his during a particularly risky play, elbowing him playfully when he made a sarcastic remark about the players, or much to Steve’s dismay, smacking his shoulder roughly every time Lucas touched the ball, as if Steve wasn’t watching the exact same game you were. 

The final play of the game was by far the best, when Lucas hit a buzzer beating three to bring it all home, and you nearly knocked Steve over hugging him in excitement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, reciprocating your hug and taking it one step further by lifting you up off your feet for a few seconds. Your nose nudged against his hammering pulse point at that, which you just chalked up to the adrenaline of the game and not what it actually was—you throwing yourself into Steve’s arms without a care in the world. It made Steve’s heart hammer in his chest, so much so that he was still thinking about it as the crowd was filing out of the gym, the cool air doing wonders to sooth his flushed cheeks. 

You nudged his shoulder gently, shaking him out of his head. “So, what do you think? Think we got a shot at winning the championships this year?” 

“I’d say yeah, so long as Coach takes Sinclair off the bench and puts him in action.” 

“I bet you could put in a good word for him, King Steve,” You teased, letting out a shriek of laughter and dodging Steve’s hands when he lunged towards you in retaliation. 

“Get the hell back here, you little—” 

“Steve!” 

Steve stopped in his tracks at the sickeningly familiar, once sweet, now turned very, very angry, voice that rang out from behind him, sending his heart that was just swelling with happiness plummeting into his stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned around slowly to see none other than Brenda standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest and eyes glaring right at him whilst she snapped the pink bubble gum forcefully between her teeth. 

“Hey—hey, Brenda!” He cleared his throat awkwardly in a sad attempt to keep his voice steady. 

Shit, she looked mad. 

“That food poisoning really cleared up fast, didn’t it?” She deadpanned, and if her gaze were lasers, they’d be boring a hole right through his head right now. 

“Yeah, uh—about that, I’m really sorry,” Steve mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not you, it’s me.” 

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re gonna use?” Brenda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If you didn’t want to go out with me, you should’ve just said so instead of making up some bullshit excuse!” 

“I didn’t mean to, I just—it came out! I’m sorry, okay?” He blurted, realizing a split second after that he’d definitely just made things a whole lot worse. She looked about ready to rip his face off as she stalked towards him angrily. 

“It just came out???” She shrieked, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re an asshole and a coward, Steve, you know that?” 

“A coward?” He arched an eyebrow. Asshole, yeah, he could admit that much. But coward? That one threw him for a loop.

“You heard me.” 

“How am I—y’know what, I don’t even think I wanna know,” He shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Brenda. Truly, I really am. It was wrong of me to lie, and I apologize.” 

“Fuck you, Steve.” She snarled. Steve saw her hand go up, but he didn’t even register that she’d slapped him until a burning pain took over the entire left side of his face. Even then, he could only stand there in stunned silence as he watched her storm away from him.

Meanwhile, you were watching the whole thing from a few feet away, going through a myriad of emotions at their interaction and ending wide eyed in shock at the sight of Brenda slapping Steve clean across the face. 

“What the hell just happened?” You nearly collided with him as you rushed forward, your fingers instantly angling his chin towards you to assess the damage. An angry red hand imprint was already beginning to blossom across his cheek. 

He squinted with a scrunched nose, feeling his face grow hot in embarrassment. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” 

“Steve, she just bitch slapped you across the face, that’s not nothing,” You pressed, dropping your hands to prop on your hips with a frown aimed up at him. “What was she talking about?”  

Steve blew out a heaving breath, backing up a few paces. Everything was blowing up in his face right now. “I lied earlier. I did have plans tonight. I was, uh, I was supposed to be coming to the game with Brenda…on a date.” 

“Steve, really?” You gasped, bringing your hands up to cover your mouth. “Oh, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have—” 

“No! No, Y/N, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine, I should’ve said something.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had plans? I would’ve figured something else out.” 

Steve had two options. He could either use the same line about wanting to be a good friend that he used to justify his choice to Robin earlier, or he could man up and come clean, actually tell you why he dropped plans for you. Finally confess that he was in love with you. 

But the way you were looking at him, all confused and guilty and so beautifully conflicted at the same time, he couldn’t lie to you anymore. 

“I need to tell you something,” He blurted, getting the ball rolling so he wouldn’t chicken out. You tilted your head at him curiously, your expression inviting him to get what he needed to off his chest. Steve inhaled a sharp breath first, steeling his nerves. “The reason why I lied about my date, it���s—it’s the same reason why I keep going on so many dates.” 

“I’m not following…” 

“I go out on all these dates with all these different girls to distract me from the fact that there’s one girl who owns my heart. One girl that has me so wrapped around her finger that I’d do anything for her, no matter how big or small.”

“Steve,” You said softly, your breath hitching in your chest at the way he was stepping closer to you with every word with the most serious and the most nervous look you’d ever seen grace his face. “What are you saying?” 

“I’m in love with you, Y/N, so goddamn much that it hurts. I’ve been in love with you for…god, I don’t even know how long now,” Steve was nearly nose to nose with you now, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, right above his jackhammering heart. He didn’t care how many people were watching right now; he was on a roll and there was no way he was going to stop himself. Steve didn’t think he could even if he tried. “This heart is yours, Y/N L/N. It always has been, and it always will be.” 

You didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down your cheeks until the rough pads of Steve’s thumbs swiped under your eyes gently. “You’re crying. You’re—shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Then he was backing away quickly, hands trembling in uncertainty at your reaction to his confession, because shit, out of all the times he’d imagined this whole thing going down, not once did he expect you to start crying. 

It was damn near impossible for you to find the words to convey the knot of feelings pooling in your gut, so you did the next best thing that you could think of to make Steve understand that you loved him too. You surged forward before he could back off completely, body crashing against his and arms winding around his neck, and you kissed him. Hard. Lovingly, but yeah, still hard. 

Steve froze again for what seemed like the hundredth time today, his brain short-circuiting at what was happening at this very moment. You. Him. You were kissing him. In the middle of the parking lot. For pretty much all of Hawkins to see. 

Holy shit. 

You were kissing him.  

Kissing you was better than Steve had ever imagined—and he’d imagined it a lot. You tasted heavenly sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always wore and the chocolate from the cookies you’d eaten earlier, and it made him weak in the knees. His hands were traveling up and down your back, resting at your waist, pulling you closer, moving like he didn't know what to do with them but didn't want to let you get away. Yours, on the other hand, stayed firmly planted in his hair, which—despite all the products that you'd always seen strewn across his bathroom counter at home—was surprisingly soft to the touch. 

It wasn’t until you heard a series of wolf whistles from passing students that you remembered you were in the middle of the parking lot, kissing Steve right out there in the open for everyone to see. And it was that thought that had you pulling away from his addicting lips, pressing your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath after the kiss had pulled it out of both your chests. 

The world felt like it was spinning when you pulled away from him, like you’d just gotten drunk off his kiss, and you missed it already. 

“Whoa,” He panted, chest heaving. “What was—you…what was that?” 

You gnawed on your lower lip in contemplation, pondering how to word this in the best way. “In the car earlier, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking about.” 

“I remember.” 

“I was thinking about you.” 

“Me?” His voice was soft, honey brown eyes lighting up at your words. 

“Yeah, you. And how I’m in love with you too.” 

“You are?” 

“I love you, Steve Harrington.” 

Steve couldn’t help the dopey grin that stretched across his face at your words. “That—wow, that feels really good. Just hearing you say it.” He chuckled breathlessly, thumbing at your waist. “Can I kiss you again? Please?” 

“You can kiss me whenever you want.” 

“God, that’s even better.” 

He leaned in to kiss you again and you gladly reciprocated, subconsciously bringing your hand up to cup his face as he dipped you down slowly. As soon as your palm came in soft contact with his cheek, however, Steve hissed. “Ow, shit—” 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You yelped, pulling away from him in a panic. “I forgot!” 

“No, it was worth it,” He groaned, wincing slightly as your fingers ghosted across the handprint across his cheek once more. “So worth it.” 

“We should probably get some ice on that.” You chuckled, lacing your fingers through his and tugging him towards the car, where Dustin and the rest of the boys were all waiting with crossed arms and smug ass smiles. 

“About high time you guys figured it out!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly. “God, I thought I was gonna have to confess for you, Steve.” 

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve rolled his eyes, but was still smiling nonetheless whilst snaking his arm around your waist. “Get your asses in the car, I’m taking everyone home now.” 

“Why, so you can spend more time sucking face with your girlfriend?” teased Lucas, mimicking kissing the air childishly. 

“I’ll make you walk, Sinclair!” Lucas pushed past Will into the backseat without another word. “That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the boys were quick to follow, none of them wanting to make the trek all the way home in the dark. You just shook your head amusedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Steve immediately took your hand as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, resting it on the gearshift with his on top, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And when you beamed at him lovingly, he couldn’t help it. He leaned over the center console, capturing your lips in a soft kiss without giving two shits about the noises of disgust and retching coming from the boys in the backseat at his lovesick actions. 

Because, in a twist of fate that somehow worked in his favor, Steve got the girl. He finally got you, the girl he’d always wanted but never in a million years thought he’d ever be so lucky to call his. The girl that changed the game for him. 

[thepixelelf]

that wonwoo one was SO CUTE so here is another Thought:

your dog is super misbehaved so you take her to dog trainer coups, who not only helps your dog but also makes her fall in love with him??? and you love him for that??? so he trains her to bring you flowers every time you pick her up

Oh my god dog trainer coups who gets starstruck when his newest customer brings in their problem child pup Suki and oh no you're cute. And your dog is this huge doberman who LOVES playing with you but is terrible with strangers and makes going on walks really hard because she's so strong and has torn her leash out of your hands one too many times. You walk into the training center and coups just can't help letting his eyes drift over to your face, lingering a few seconds longer than necessary each time, except you don't notice at ALL because Suki is terrified of this new environment and the Man who keeps looking at her owner and she's barking up a storm.

"Oh my god I am so sorry," you say as you try to calm Suki down with one hand firmly gripped onto her collar and the other trying to calm her down with pets and ear scritches. You're super embarrassed and it shows in the way you frantically whisper at Suki to "please be quiet please" even though you both know she has no idea what you're saying.

And Cheol pops out of his cute person alert mode to give you a friendly smile and reassure you that a lot of new dogs enter just like you did, which makes you feel better kind of, except that when Cheol tries to hand you the forms you need to fill out, Suki starts barking again and you lowkey want to hide away and never show your face again to this cute dog trainer guy. You have to hold her back, which is twice as hard when you only have one hand and the other is gripped around a clipboard.

"Um— I'd love to— Suki! Down! Girl we are not doing this right now! I'd love to fill this out but—"

At this point, Cheol inches closer to take the clipboard back (setting off Suki again but at least now you have two hands) and just gives you another smile, although this one seems slightly nervous? For some reason?

(you think it's because of your big scary doberman but Cheol is just hoping this cute customer doesn't already think he's bad with dogs)

"How about Suki gets to know me before we fill anything out?"

And he guides you to a side sort of waiting room and lets you calm Suki down again before slowly acclimating her to him being in the same space as you and her. Eventually you bring her closer and closer instead of him moving and. It works. Suki is still a little wary but she's not barking or snarling or even looking like she wants to square up (which she does a lot around strangers). You're literally amazed. Suki has never warmed up this quickly to anyone. She even accepts a treat from his pocket, and then he pets her and his hand is still attached to his arm!

You fill out the form immediately after, glancing up every couple seconds to see Suki playing with a toy Cheol had pulled out from somewhere, and that's that.

A couple days a week, you bring Suki to the center in the morning and pick her up after work. It's a slow process (you know rome wasn't built in a day and Suki is certainly a bigger task than rome), but every time you pick her up, you smile so wide because that's your girl waiting for you! Her tail always wags like crazy when you arrive to pick her up and she practically jumps on you as soon as she's let go. Usually it's Seungcheol who brings Suki out at the end of the day, and you always thank him profusely for watching her with the immense care you're sure he treats all the dogs with. He always smiles and gets all bashful and denies your compliments but inside he's practically giggling at the praise.

Eventually walks with Suki get a lot better but you run into another problem: Suki absolutely loves Cheol now and gets sad when she has to leave the center. She'll whine and whine and softly bite Seungcheol's sleeve or the bottom of his shirt to try to tug him home with her until he gives her one last treat and a little kith on the head and even then she still looks longingly at him as you exit the center

The sight absolutely melts your heart and you can't help but think Seungcheol looks almost as cute as Suki in those moments

At some point Suki starts greeting you after training with a single flower between her teeth, and it's so goddamn cute oh my gosh. The first time it happens, Seungcheol tells you that it's something they teach all the trainees once they're ready, all the while rubbing the back of his neck as his ears burn bright pink. Too bad you don't notice because you're telling Suki what a precious girl she is.

Every day, it's a different flower, either by type or by colour, and you have to wonder how much of this company's money goes towards buying fresh flowers every day. You walk in one day planning to ask, but coincidentally Seungcheol isn't on shift that morning, so once you sign in Suki you just ask Vernon, another employee at the center that you've met a couple times.

He just gives you a weird look, one of his eyebrows raised. "Fresh flowers? We don't order any flowers."

"What? Seungcheol told me you train the dogs to give their owners a flower when we come pick them up."

"Oh, shit." Vernon covers his gasp with a fist in front of his mouth, and you give him a confused look just as he goes, "Oh my god please don't tell Seungcheol I told you oh my god he'll kill me."

Of course, you do bring it up later that very same day when you return to pick up Suki, who's sitting obediently next to Cheol with a red rose in her mouth. And yes he stutters around a fake explanation until he finally throws in the towel and just tells you he's had a crush on you for a while and wanted to give you flowers but felt too embarrassed that day to confess so he came up with that excuse. And you just laugh and say it's okay because you love the flowers and Suki loves him and yes he can take you on a date.

"But I haven't even gotten up the courage to ask..."

"Oh, you don't want to take me on a date?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean! Argh... Yes I do want to take you on a date."

((and yes, he does get back at Vernon. he just doesn't kill him because you convinced him Vernon technically helped you two finally get together))

[disasterofastory]

Doll + A beginning (Stucky x Reader)

Doll

+ A beginning // Final // Doll Masterlist

Stucky x Reader

Bodyguard AU

Warnings: none

Summary: The life is full of surprises.

Orange hue filters through the windows. It's warm on your skin as you move closer to the glass. The diner is small and pleasant, with light colors and soft music in the background. The delicious scent of scrambled eggs and bacon lingers in the air. A few customers sit at the counter while the others are at the tables. You sit in one of the boxes, watching the outside world. The light turns red. Somebody leaves the flower shop with a bouquet of roses. A young child pulls on his grandmother's hand to walk faster. There is a toy shop somewhere. You remember seeing it on your way here.

You lean back in your seat, adjusting yourself to be more comfortable. Your bag is next to you. Your mug is already empty.

After you packed your things and left the safety of your home, you started traveling all around the states. You played tourist in big cities, hiked in beautiful woods and deserts, and tried to find yourself.

Your mother called you a few months after your departure. She asked about you and your adventures, and you talked for hours. It was awkward at first, and you know your relationship is in need of a lot of mending, but there is still hope even if you will never be an ideal family.

It was weird being alone at first. You were on your own, not really knowing the real world. You had a lot of problems and insecurities, and you needed time to get over them. You were on the road most of the time, sleeping in small hotels and a few times in your car. You had time to think about yourself and what you wanted from life. You needed this to clear your mind, to get to know yourself and your needs.

Despite the heartache, you are glad you left to find yourself.

The bell rings above the door. Somebody honks in the distance, and a dog barks at the other side of the road. The sandy brown puppy wiggles with its whole body as its owner leans down to pet the top of its head.

You miss the dogs. You miss Ellie. You even miss your parents. You wanted to go home a couple of times. Go back to safety and familiarity.

And most importantly, you miss your bodyguards. They were the ones who opened your eyes to the real world. Now, you know there are more than boring parties, expensive shopping, fake friendships, and loneliness.

You still remember your last conversation. You remember the knot in your stomach and the burning hope in your chest that you will see them again one day.

"Y/N?" You hear your name, and at first, you don't even know where to look. You jump a bit on your seat, waking up from your thoughts. Your head whips back to the diner, and you can barely believe your eyes.

"Oh," you gasp out. "Steve! Bucky!"

They stand not far from where you sit in simple jeans and shirts. Steve's blond locks are shorter, and Bucky has a beard now. They still look as handsome as you remember them.

You knew you could call them anytime from anywhere, but you needed to be on your own, and they respected it. You talked a few times, but it was never more than them making sure you were fine.

"I didn't think we would meet you there," Bucky says first. A surprised smile pulls on his lips. His eyes are warm as he looks up and down at you when you stand up to hug them.

At first, it feels awkward, but your body recognizes their closeness. Firm chests and the light squeeze of strong arms around you.

"It's so good to see you," you confess, staring at them. You can't tear your eyes away from them. "I thought about you a lot."

"We did too, Doll," Steve replies. The nickname is an endearing rumble in his chest. It rolls off of his tongue easily and familiarly.

"And why are you here?" You ask them.

"We live here, Doll," Bucky smiles. "And you? Where are you going from here?"

"I'm not sure," you shrug. "I decided to end my travels, and now I'm looking for a new home."

"You won't go back to your parents?"

"No," you shake your head. "We talked a lot, and we still have some things to clear between us, but I want to live my own life."

"I'm proud of you, Y/N," Steve smiles brightly at you. A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you even forget how to breathe for a second.

"Yeah," you nod. "I decided to start my own business with training dogs. This way, I can make money and still help shelters on the side. And you? You work at the mechanic shop you talked about?"

The waitress calls your name with your order in her hands.

"Oh," you look back at the men in front of you with an undeniable hope in your eyes. "Do you want to join me?"

"Yeah, Doll," they nod. "We would love to."