#so many laptops came from! it's cute but I always thought he was good with technology :o either way I like to imagine talking about IT

[cerise-on-top]

Haiii! I love your work :D

Could you possibly do a gaz x reader? When him and reader are celebrating their anniversary:), that would be really cute :’))

Hello! Thank you, I hope this is enjoyable as well! I went with a more fluffy route this time, I just wanna see Gaz happy and healthy and as far aways from any and all danger as possible! This request was really cute, I love Gaz! I'm glad there are several of us who do! Though I think I went a bit overboard with this, but how could I not when people are requesting best boi!

Celebrating Your Anniversary with Gaz

For the sake of this request, we’re gonna go with the idea that Gaz was able to be with you during your anniversary and didn’t end up being somewhere in the world, having to fight tooth and nail for his survival. We’re gonna go the fluffy route with this!

His memory is really good, Gaz would never forget something as important as your anniversary. Doesn’t matter if you’re together, doesn’t matter if you’re married. He has it memorized, he wrote it down on his phone, he noted it on several loose papers lying around just about anywhere. Trust me when I say he’s the last person to ever forget something like this. Although he would appreciate it if you remembered as well, he’d probably love it even more if, just once, you forgot about your anniversary, that way he could properly surprise and absolutely spoil you rotten. He wants to make your anniversaries days you can remember, so he will tailor them to your liking. You like going to arcades or amusement parks? A bookshop date? You just wanna go to McDonald’s? It’s all yours, and don’t you dare even think about paying, your wallet will not be strained on such a holy and sublime day.

The day would start off simple. You’d sleep in, if you can, cuddling for as long as possible, until one of you needs to get up for whatever reason. He’ll nuzzle into you, holding you as close to him as possible. He wants you to feel his warmth, how alive you make him feel, he wants you to feel how his heart beats for you and only you. Gaz has a beautiful voice, it’s fairly low and very calming to listen to. He’d hum your favorite tune that’s a bit calmer. He wants you to be as relaxed for him as possible, maybe even fall asleep in his arms again, even if he definitely wouldn’t mind you staying up to chat a bit with him as well. He’s gonna be all over you, making sure to touch you wherever he can so you feel secure with him. And when you’re drifting off to sleep again, that’s when his plan begins.

Gaz will plant a kiss on your neck or your forehead, whatever he can reach as he excuses himself to the bathroom. However, this sly dog will actually head for the kitchen to make you some breakfast. He’s a good cook, so whatever it is you like, he’ll make it. French toast? Scrambled eggs? Eggs and bacon? Your wish is his command, even if you never uttered a single order. He just hopes you won’t wake up or, even if you do, will at the very least stay in bed. This breakfast isn’t for you to enjoy in the kitchen or the living room, you’re to eat it in your bed. He even got you a nice tray so he can carry it to you without making a mess. Orange juice and all. You will be spoiled.

It’s then that he’ll wake you with another soft kiss to your temple, maybe shaking you awake a bit, so you can enjoy your breakfast together. Might even feed you a bit, just to be embarrassingly cute while he’s at it. The more content you look, the better. Afterwards, he’ll leave for the kitchen again, putting the tray away and decorating the living room a bit. There will be the most gorgeous roses you’ve ever seen in a vase, alongside several other flowers, each of which tells of a different kind of adoration. And when you finally follow suit and spot the flowers, he’ll just smile and claim that they looked very pretty. If you understand flower language, then you can tell he just really wanted to say he loved you in as many different ways as he could.

It’s then that he’ll ask you to get ready for the day, to brush your teeth and hair, and put on some clothes. You don’t need to look particularly fancy, he wants you to be as comfortable as you could possibly be. This is when he’ll take you to a place you like which, as mentioned before, could be just about anything. Waterpark, roller skate rink or just a lovely walk in the park, he’s open for everything. You will be accommodated accordingly. Those places are where you’ll be spending the majority of your day, grabbing something simple to eat for the time being, such as some fries or maybe some toast at a good cafe or pub.

When day meets night, he’ll take your hand in his, taking you to a fancy restaurant you’ve been to a few times. Preferably one where the both of you can look down at the city and see all the beautiful lights it has to offer. You’ll spend another two hours or so there. At the very least, you’ll be there until it gets dark, eating good food, having a good drink, maybe some wine as well. It doesn’t matter what you choose, all Gaz wants is to see the twinkling city lights dance in your eyes afterwards. When the evening is starting to roll over into night, he’ll take you to a ferris wheel. A big one where you can see the entire city from.

He’ll watch you as you excitedly look everywhere, taking in as many sights as you can, hoping that the ferris wheel stops at just the right time. Ideally, that would be right at the top. But he won’t be too picky if it’s somewhat to the side as well. As long as he gets to see your mouth agape at all the pretty lights, he’s content. While the ferris wheel stops, he’ll shoot his shot. If you’ve been together for a few years but aren’t married yet, he’ll propose to you. If you’re already married, he’ll still get down on one knee, take your hand in his and kiss its back tenderly, like a knight in shining armor. It’s embarrassingly sweet, but he knows no one but you is going to see it, so he does it anyway. You’re royalty in his eyes, you’re his to protect and care for, and he needs to show his loyalty however he can. Once he’s done kissing your hand, he’ll get up, holding your hand still and pulling you up with him, just so he can hold you close once again. Another tender kiss to your lips, and then he’ll get out a small box. Either the proposal ring or, if you’re married already, he’ll gift you a lovely little necklace made of pure silver. Something you can wear that will always remind you of him.

Once you’re down on the ground again, he’ll take your hand in his and lead you home, conversing with you about how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you in his life and how he hopes he gets to spend many, many more years like that with you.

If it’s not too late yet, you might watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. But you’ll likely both be tuckered out after today and just snuggle up in bed, ready for the next day.

And this is how Gaz’ ideal anniversary would go.

[slxtherin-prxncess]

dark!stepbrother!ethan where he’s absolutely obsessed with the reader and he borrows her computer and finds out that she was watching some kinky shit (like i mean kinky) and then he makes a move on her and smut from there!! also pls make him really dominant if possible. thank you <3

Good Girl For You

pairing: dark!stepbrother!ethan landry, AFAB!reader

contains: non-gf!au, smut (mdni), unprotected p in v, cream pie, oral (m receiving), face-fucking, choking, overstimulation, stepcest. Lmk if I missed any

an: lmk if you wanna be in the taglist

Ever since you were little, it's just been you and your mom.

She never had boyfriends, and you were an only child, so you had grown up to be protective over your mom.

That is until Wayne, your step-dad, came into your life. He had 3 kids: Richie, Quinn, and Ethan. Richie was grown, so he didn't live with you guys, but Ethan and Quinn did.

Quinn was super nice. She was the sister you never had. Both of the siblings being a year older, you were now the youngest.

Ethan, however, was a pain in the ass.

He was such a dick. He would always taunt and tease you, taking your stuff without asking, and even invading your privacy. He was such a douche but god, he was so cute.

You couldn't deny it, Ethan was hot. Especially when he walked around in those gray sweatpants

He knew that you were looking at him, and he loved it. He wore those gray sweatpants on purpose when he was hard, just so he could walk in front of your room when the door was open so he could catch you staring, not to mention he would purposefully tip something over or drop something just so he could look at you bent over.

And to his luck, both of your parents were out that day. Unfortunately, Quinn was there, but hopefully, she wasn't a snitch.

"Hey Y/N," Ethan leaned against the doorway sluggishly. "Can I borrow your laptop?"

"Why?" You shifted in your seat so you could peer at him. And, of course, he was wearing those godforsaken sweatpants.

"I need it for something. Are you gonna let me use it or not?" He cocked a brow.

"For what? Porn?" You scoffed.

He rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out expectantly. "Well?"

You handed your computer to him with a sigh and settled back in bed, seemingly bothered by his presence.

It was only minutes after he had been in his room before your stomach wrenched, and your heart sank.

'shit, shit, shit,' you thought as you raced to his door. You had forgotten to close your tabs from the previous night.

"Ethan, I need my computer real quick. Just really fast, I'll be two seconds," you beat on his door and jiggled the knob that wouldn't turn.

He unlocked his door and handed it to you with a smug grin. Oh he definitely saw it.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, that wasn't meant for you," you whispered embarrassingly as you tried to take the computer from him, but he waved it higher than your reach.

"Nuhuh, I think you did it on purpose," he smirked. "Leaving your porn tabs open for me?" He tsked. "You're smarter than I thought you were Y/N."

"No, Ethan, it wasn't meant for you to see, I forgot to close them and i-"

"Oh you’re such a liar.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “You're such a smart girl, I dont believe you could be so careless,” Your breath got heavier at his accusation.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. You really hadn't done it on purpose, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He yanked you in his room and closed the door, pressing you against it as he held his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your increasingly aching cunt.

“You know, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be into that sort of stuff. Always get so nervous when someone flirts with you, always get so flustered when people touch each other in a movie.”

He was ignoring your request completely. “But it makes sense now, you get all shy cause you like it.”

Your eyes widen, and you squirm in his arms, not exactly trying to get away. not really trying to get away at all, actually.

"Wonder how many times I’ve been sitting with you on the couch while your cunt gets all wet." Your body is frozen in embarrassment, it’s kinda hot. 'God. Don’t think like that Jesus'

"Yet you aren’t trying to stop me, are you?" His voice is so completely self-assured and cocky. Asshole.

It made you so wet. You aren’t trying to stop him. You don’t want him to stop, even though you should.

He pulls his hands back a little for you so that if you want to get out, you can. Without as much internal protest as you’d hoped, you stay completely still.

"See, I was right. You are just a little slut who wants to get touched by her stepbrother." You visibly cringe at that but feel slick spill into your panties at his words.

He roams his hands down until one stops directly above your waistline.

"Ethan," you said warningly. "Stop.."

“Oh but why? It feels like you like it when I talk to you like that. I mean… given the videos you were watching, I bet you like it.” You pushed up against him. You just want him closer, it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong. He knew what he was doing, making you feel small, degrading you. “You do like it, fuck.” He started grinding himself against your thigh. You did like it, you wanted him to keep going, keep making you feel small.

"Y'know, I've imagined touching you like this so many times. Every time you act like a brat or roll your eyes at me, all I wanna do is back you up against the counter and make you melt for me," he smirks.

"I thought you said you didn't think I'd be into this stuff."

“You can be into anything I want you to in my fantasies.” His other hand snakes up to start running his thumb up and down the column of your throat.

This really should not have such an effect on you, but it does. Your eyes flutter, and you let out a soft, needy breath as you lay your head back against him.

“Oh you like that? You like that I just imagine you in any position I want?” You nod your head reluctantly. Your lips open and close, but no sound comes out.

He’s barely even touched you, but it feels like your tongue is twisted up in your mouth. You can feel your resolve just slipping away the more he speaks to you, the more he touches you.

“Fuck,” his hand slide up your neck and went to the back of your head. “I know you do. Now get on your knees.”

His hand tangled in your hair right up against your scalp, and he tightened his grip a little, pulling your head back ever so slightly in the process.

The way he was talking to you, how he was treating you, all like you were just some object for his pleasure… fuck, it made you wet.

If this situation could possibly get any worse from you guys just doing anything at all in the first place, getting turned on from your stepbrother degrading and objectifying you would definitely make it worse.

You moaned softly when he pulled your hair as you started to kneel down in front of him slowly, struggling to resist the urge of responding ‘yes, sir.’ When your knees were on the ground and you finally stopped shifting around to get as comfortable as possible, you finally realized the position you were in.

You were about to suck your step-brothers cock.

But at this point, all thought or consideration of morality and shame had long been lost on you. Instead, the lewdness of the situation only fueled the fire, and part of you was just getting off on how wrong this was.

You felt filthy and all it did was make you want to continue. ‘Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?’, would be what you’d typically be thinking. And you were, just less in a self-deprecating way and more in a self-humiliation way.

You bite your lip at the site in front of you, Ethan’s clothed hard cock in his gray sweatpants. He had noticed how fixated you were and tilted his head at you with a smirk. 

“You want it?” You just stared up at him and moved your hands up to his thighs as you slid them up. “I asked you a question, answer me.” He pulled your hair a little harder this time, and you moaned a little louder.

"Yes, I want it," you answered. You felt as though your brain had formed into mush. You hadn't even registered his question as a question when he asked. You just knew you wanted to touch him.

“awe, you do?” He mocks your voice and pouts his lip before scoffing and leaning down ever so slightly. His thumb caressing your neck.

“Don’t worry, im gonna fuck this little throat of yours.” You shudder a little before just nodding your head and opening your mouth.

You loll your tongue out, and he grins. “Yeah, stay like that.” He slaps his heavy tip on your tongue, and you can taste the bitterness of his pre-cum.

“Open wider.” You obey him and open your mouth further. He leans forward and spits in your mouth. Your eyes flutter, and you press your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You like that?” He laughs and rubs one of his fingers over your tongue. “You like it when I spit in your mouth? Fucking disgusting.”

He grips his cock and guides it onto your tongue before pushing into your mouth. He groans and holds your head back against the side of his bed before he starts thrusting into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck. Such a good girl." He rutted into your throat, tilting his head back as his tip abused the back of your throat.

"What would your friends say if they knew you’re getting face fucked by your stepbrother, and loving it so much you’re practically dripping onto the floor? What would your mom say?” You really didn’t wanna think about his second question.

“Mmm.” You just hum around his cock in response and he smirked. It’s not like you could actually respond.

You kept your eyes on him, loving the way his jaw tightened when he hit the back of your throat. Or the way the muscles in his arms would twitch and flex under his tight shirt. He was right, you did love this and you could feel the discomfort of your sticky panties between your thighs, damp and uncomfortable.

His hand went to the top of your head to grip your hair between his fingers and he started pushing in faster.

“Yea? I’m gonna paint your pretty little throat and you’re going To .Take. Every. Ounce.” With each word he slammed his tip in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna cum down this slutty throat and you’re gonna swallow it all and thank me.” His face and neck were a little red and he had this sheen of sweat that the light from his lamp bounced off of.

He looked like some kind of angel and if he wasn’t aggressively fucking your face you might’ve actually believed he was.

“Fuck, oh take it.” He moaned and pushed his cock to the back of your throat.

“Mmh, oh fuck… love sucking on your big brothers cock, yeah? Such a fucking cockwhore it doesn’t matter who it’s from.”

He was thrusting at a fervent pace, and it was evident he was just chasing his own high. Using your mouth as his personal fleshlight to fuck and fill.

It was hot being treated like this, especially by Ethan. He tightened his hold on your hair and pushed in a little too far which made you choke. It made slick pour into the gusset of your panties.

Fuck, he was right. You’re a total slut. Your hands went up to hold onto his thighs for support as your eyes closed. Spit drooled down your chin and onto your chest, tears poured down your cheeks which Ethan took pleasure in wiping away.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that pretty pussy. Bet she’s just crying for me.” ‘Next time?’ The thought made your skin burn with arousal. “Think you’re gonna let me fill up all your holes. Fuck. Yeah, I wanna see that. My obedient little stepsister leaking cum onto my bed, absolutely spent. Such a fucking whore you’d probably ask me to do it again. Fuck your little pussy till it’s sloppy and bred.” 

His hips stuttered, indicating he was close to release as be fucked your throat mercilessly.

He rutted his tip right against the back of your throat while he moaned and mumbled. “Good girl, good girl. Take it, baby.”

spurts of cum painted your throat as his thrusts grew weaker.

He pulled back out of your mouth and looked down at you while he stroked himself a few times to make sure he was done. A little bit of cum spilled from his tip and onto your thigh.

You could finally swallow now that he was out of your mouth, and god, it felt good. You opened your mouth to show him that you really did it.

He panted lifted you up, wiping cum and saliva off your chin.

"You're so pretty like this. You're making me hard again," he smirked, crawling on top of you.

He gripped your thighs, spreading them so he could position himself at your entrance.

"You want it? You want me deep inside you?" He whispered in your ear, teasingly as you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes," you whimpered, peering at how absolutely amazing his cock looked. You imagined it deep inside you, fucking you better than you could take.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"So bad," you whined, tilting your hips up to feel a sense of relief in your desperate center, but be pulled back with a smug grin.

"Oh, I bet you do, because you're such a slut, aren't you? Such a slut for your stepbrother," he hissed when he slid his cock inside your walls, your wetness not making it difficult at all for him.

"Yes," you moaned out, thanking your lucky stars that he was inside you. God, you felt so dirty. He was your stepbrother, but it just made it that more hot.

"So tight," he groans as his hips rutted into yours, a moan slipping from your lips.

His hand wraps around your throat, barely squeezing but enough to where you swore you could've came just from the feeling of his hands choking you.

"Such a slut, so wet for me. For your stepbrother." He groaned, and he repeatedly slammed into that sweat spot, causing a loud moan to emerge.

"As much as I love you moaning for me, you have to keep quiet," he said as he clamped a hand over your mouth, making sure to leave your nose unblocked so you could breathe. "We'll get caught if you're too loud."

"Y/N?" Quinn knocked on the door. You froze, but Ethan continued fucking you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

He removed his hand from your mouth and smirked.

"Yeah?" You called out, praying to whatever was out there that you wouldn't moan.

"Why's the door locked?" She jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't open.

"Um, just having some alone time. What do you.." Your eyes rolled back as his pace sped up. You bit your lip so hard you were afraid it might bleed. "What do you need?"

"Just checking on you. I thought I heard some noises," she said skeptically as she pressed her ear against the door only to be met with quiet creaks from the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything," you replied quickly as Ethan bit down on your shoulder.

Ethan's pace sped up as he repeatedly slammed into you, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Quinn asked, obviously annoyed.

You must've missed something, accidentally drowned something out while Ethan was fucking you so good.

"S-Sorry, its kinda hard to... to focus when I'm watching something," you stammered, the knot in your stomach so close to snapping.

"Or when your stepbrother is deep inside you," Ethan whispered, practically destroying your pussy while you tried your best to keep quiet.

A silent moan escaped your lips, and you froze, terrified she heard it.

"What was that?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows raised even though you couldn't see her.

"What was what?" Your eyes rolled deep into your skull, legs trembling as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Never mind, I'll leave you alone," Quinn said before walking away.

You let out a sigh of relief when you heard her bedroom door shut.

"Fuck, you did so good, keeping quiet for me," he groaned and his hips stuttered and his thrusts became harsher and quicker.

"Oh my god, m'gonna cum," you moaned, feeling helpless as Ethan fucked you mercilessly, his cock hitting all the right places inside you.

"Not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as he thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "You'll cum when I say so."

You whined in protest, but it was no use. He had complete control over you. You would bend over backward just for his satisfaction.

"Please, please, please, please! I can't hold it, I need to cum," you whined, bucking your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts as you chased your high.

"Good girl," he smirked, biting his lip as he got closer to his own climax. "Cum for me."

You weren't sure if you came because he gave you permission or he just happened to allow you when you couldn't hold back anymore, because you came before he finished his sentence.

Your entire body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum," he hissed as he fucked you through your orgasm. The overtimulation was too much. You felt so good, but you could barely take it.

"I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt up with so much cum you can taste it," he groans. "Yeah? You like that? You want me to cum inside this pretty cunt of yours?"

You nod quickly as you felt a second orgasm form.

His free hand snaked down your body and applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it roughly and your moans got louder.

"So good for me," he praised as he sensed he was going to cum.

"M'cumming, cum for me," he ordered, his hips stuttering before you felt the warmth of his cum paint your walls the same time your second orgasm ripped through you.

"Fuck," he panted, burying his head in your neck.

He looked down at you, his cum dripping out of your abused hole.

"We should do that more often," he said with a smirk.

[luvyeni]

❛ON CAMERA❜ ( h. hyunjin )

p. camboy!hyunjin x fem!reader w. 1.4k

warnings? masturbation, unprotected sex, filming, dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( hyunjin catching you watching you his stream and invites you to joing ) !

authors note. this was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away.

when you moved into your apartment your roommate made it clear what he did for a living— he was a camboy. You didn’t care though; rent was cheap, he bought most of the food and cooked, and he was nice — but curiosity eventually got to you and you looked up his name.

the first time you got off to his stream; you could barely look him in the eyes. Eventually you got over the embarrassment, using his stream as your main source of entertainment to make yourself cum on your fingers; he was completely unaware to your slightly perverted ways— well at least that’s what you thought.

much like many nights before, you found yourself spread out in your bed, laptop next to you; headphones in and your hands in you short, slowly rubbing your clit as hyunjin stroked himself, reading off certain comments.

“fu-fuck you want me to go faster?” *strokes faster* “if I go any faster im gonna cum all over myself.” *faster* “fuck i wish it was you i was cumming all over.”

that last sentence made you moan, quickly biting your lip so he would hear; moving your fingers faster as you worked towards your orgasm along with him — completely unaware that hyunjin knew what you were doing and he had known, and he was smirking.

He found out after using your computer, stumbling across a tab you kept up, clicking it and to his surprise— it was his account that popped. he thought it was cute, watching you struggle to look at him the next morning after a stream, stuttering over your words when he handed you a plate of food.

he's always wanted to fuck you— the moment you moved in; you were just so precious, you were a little shy and timid, slowly warming up to him, he was obsessed but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but listening to your moans from the other side of the wall, it seemed like you wanted it to.

“fu-fuck.” he whimpered, squeezing himself, the comments telling him to slow down; edging himself. “wo-would you guys be upset if i bought a guest.” he groaned, reading the comments.

fuck please it would be so hot.

i wish it was me.

im jealous

he smiled, knowing that last comment came from you. “good, i already know she’ll say yes.” he groaned. “she such a precious she’ll look so good on camera.” he stroked his cock faster, his cock twitching in his hand, he was about to cum. “and i know she’ll be a good girl for me on camera, cause she’s such a good girl for me in real life -shit- listens to everything i say.” he groaned. “oh fuck im about to cum.” the thought of him fucking you sending him over the edge. “fuck im cumming” his load shooting from his tip, landing all over his stomach

shit he’s so fucking hot

he came so much this time, must be thinking of that mystery girl …

when can we see her?

“you can meet her tonight, if she’s finished making herself cum on her tiny fingers while watching me, and just come into my room.”

your heart stopped— he was talking about you? he knew you were watching him? he wanted to fuck you— on camera nonetheless. “oh fuck!” you squealed, feeling yourself cum without warning. he smirked, his cock twitching as he heard you cum. “you guys can’t hear her right now, but she sounds so cute when she cums.”

fuck please go get her.

god i want to hear her now

fuck i wish it was me.

“you see that baby?” it felt like he was staring at you through the screen. “people are waiting for you, you don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?” you shut your laptop, slowly getting up; your clothes disheveled, opening your door, making your way down the hall to his room.

he heard your little knock on his door, his already hard. “there she is, told you she was a good girl.” he said. “come in baby.” you opened the door, standing in the walk way nervous. “don’t be nervous pretty girl.” he beckoned you in. “everyone is waiting for you.” he said.

you finally got the courage to walk to him, standing right in front of him. “good girl, let me ask you this.” he said toying with your waistband. “do you want to be filmed, because i’ll turn this camera off and fuck you privately, I don’t want you doing anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

That alone made you whine. “it-its okay.” he smiled. “then come sit and say hi.” he patted his lap, you slowly sat down, sitting on his cock, he groaned. “fuck princess, want to rip these clothes off.” He kissed your neck. “say hi to everyone.” You moaned as he bit down on your neck, working on your shorts. “h-hi.”

she’s so cute.

fuck I wanna watch her cum.

god he’s so lucky.

“i am aren’t i?” he pulled your shorts down throwing them on his bed. “get to see this cutie everyday.” he spread your legs, cursing in your ear. “such a pretty pussy.” he propped your legs on his, making you lean back. “look how pretty her pussy is.” you felt a wave of pleasure on your mound as he cupped your cunt, you moaned out. “hy-hyune.”

he sunk his fingers into your pussy, his fingers covered in your juices from your previous endeavors. “so wet for me baby, isn’t she so wet.” You heard all the donations coming in. “cant wait to have you on my cock.” You tightened around his fingers. “hyune im gonna cum.”

“should i let our good girl cum?” he said. “or should i edge her for being a bad girl and getting off to me like a little pervert.” You whined, wiggling in his lap. he slapped your thigh; making you stay still. “be good.”

make her cum please

edge her.

make her cum on your cock please.

“that’s a good idea.” He pulled his fingers out. “please.” You whimpered. “don’t worry princess you’ll get to cum on something better.” hyunjin wasn’t even worried about the camera. “sit up for me baby.”

He grabbed his cock, stroking it. “sh-shit, sit on my cock baby.” You moan, slowly sinking down. “hyune.” You moaned out. “fu-fuck princess keep going, you’ve taken most of my cock already.” He grunted as you sat down fully on him. “there we go, took me all the way.”

He held your hips, bouncing you on his cock. “fuck yeah princess, your pussy is so good.” He groaned. “I bet everyone is so jealous right now, that I get to fuck this pretty cunt -fuck- fill you up with my cock.” His hand came up to your tank top, pulling it down, squeezing your tits. “fuck hyunjin!” you screamed. “louder, let the viewers know how good im fucking you.”

“s-so good.” You moaned. “so deep.” His hand came to your clit, rubbing figure eights on your clit. “yeah, gonna cum for me.” You nodded. “gonna cum.”

fuck let her cum

shit she sounds so good.

i wanna watch both of you cum.

“fuck im gonna cum too.” He grunted. “when we’re done with this -fuck- im gonna turn this camera off and fuck you until you’re running from cock princess.” he moaned. “cum for princess.”

He spread your legs open, your thighs shaking, the knot in your stomach snapping, you gasped for air as you felt your juices pour out of you. “fuck hyunjin.”

she squirted fuck

so messy.

“fuck you made such a mess.” He moaned, his cock twitching inside of you, keeping you still as he fucked up into you, chasing his high. “gonna cum, where do I want it?” he tapped your clit. “you want it inside?”

“yes please.” You cried out. “fuck im cumming!” you felt his load shooting inside of your waiting womb. “shit.” His cock slipped out of you, giving the viewers a shot of his cum leaking out of you. “next time i want you to keep it inside for me.”

He grabbed your jaw, turning your head kissing you deeply. “you liked that?” he pulled away a fire still in his eyes. “y-yeah.” He smirked. “good , cause im not done.” he turned to the camera. “that’s it for you guys tonight.”

“but not for this pretty girl here, im gonna fuck her until her pretty little body gives out.”

©️LUVYENI

[kissitbttr]

you think miguel would have a positive reaction when he finds out you like him?

i’d like to think he’d be sooo awkward about it lmao. also not knowing how to react (+doesn’t even believe it)

-

he’s never had any real relationships before (unless with one many years ago) , maybe few flings here and there but it was never that serious. talking to people has never been his forte, that man is too fucking stoic that others would basically mistaken him as a rock. he holds too much of serious conversations and never know how to let things go, so to some, that could be an ultimate deal breaker.

there had been times where he got hit on multiple times, and he always brushed them off by saying ‘beat it’

he’s never willing to try again. not like he needed to anyway. his mind is already occupied with work.

but then came along you.

you with your pretty eyes,pretty hair, cute bubbly personality and flirty persona that got everyone hooked. he’s seen how you interact with others and he hates it. because you’re so distracting that it would make the others lose focus and he doesn’t appreciate that. he hates it.

or maybe the reason he hates it so much it’s the fact that you always flirt with Ben and call him ‘puddin.’ always running up to him and give him a hug—sometimes he’d see you wrap your legs around him too.

why would you do that? don’t you know that he fucking. hates it?

why would you ever create a nickname only for Ben? what about the others? why not him? why not Miguel?

do you like Ben?

Miguel doesn’t even know why it bothers him, but it does keep him up at night. he doesn’t like you, does he? you two barely talked and even when you do talk it’s mainly work matters. he refuses to like you.

“you’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”

Lyla’s playful voice snaps him out of his train of thoughts as he quickly remains his posture,

Miguel clears his throat. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” his brows furrowing as his eyes remain focus on his computer screen,

“oh come on, you’re not fooling anybody. i can see the way you look at her when she’s talking or laughing. you’ve got heart eyes, my man.” Lyla teases, smirking lightly. “and i also remember correctly how you almost smash a laptop towards Ben when you saw him with her at the cafeteria and you gave him a ‘pep talk’?”

“because it wasn’t professional. this is not a place where two coworkers can flirt with each other as they please.” he responds lamely, knowing that is not a good enough excuse for Lyla to believe. she’s smarter than that.

“one. i didn’t say anything about them flirting. two. Ben came out of your office shaking and refused to talk to anyone for days! you’re crazy you know that?”

Miguel rolls his eyes, waving his hand over. “get back to work Lyla.”

“you like her.”

“no i don’t” he lies, gulping slightly. see that’s the thing about him. when he lies, he gets nervous. and Lyla can see that crystal clear.

“oh my god you totally do! i knew my instincts never wrong. Jess thought the same too”

“what the—“

“you know, usually? when a guy likes someone he’d ask the girl out. Not being a creep about it and threaten almost everyone at work to stay away from her.”

“i do not. like her” he emphasizes quite heavily, pinching between his forehead with his finger and thumb. “this is not important Lyla, we’ve got better things to do.”

as she about to say what a bad liar he is, she sees a silhouette of a woman walking into the office. you’re entering the room with a smile on your face and give Lyla a small wave as she returns one,

“speak of the angel herself. gotta go!” Lyla cheery voice causing him to whip his head. “Good luck!”

“wait what?! Lyla! Don’t—“ his voice gets cut off once the hologram disappears, groaning afterwards.

he hears your footsteps getting closer but he tries to keep his composure and not acknowledge you. perhaps he’s being an asshole but hey, what else is new?

“ouch. never met someone who’s very unhappy to see me. you’re definitely the first.” you pout pretending to be hurt, taking few steps closer to where he’s at,

he ignores your comment as he keeps his eyes fixated on the screen. “I’m working. what do you need?”

“just stopping by. it’s getting pretty boring out there you know? Miles is nowhere to be seen, Peter is busy with Mayday, Gwen is catching up with Jess and Hobie— i don’t even want to begin. Thought I’d come and see you.”

his heart definitely isn’t beating hard. definitely not.

“aren’t you usually with Ben? i see the two of you always talking in the hallways. why not go to him?”

you groan, throwing your head back as you start walking around. “ugh! all he talks about is muscles and protein sources! not to mention he never skips flexing. he’s got penis for brain, i don’t why you hired that guy. such a Ken doll.”

Miguel is glad that you aren’t facing him. because you manage to bring a small smile to his face with that comment. you’d never gonna let that one go if you see him smiling.

“well he’s good. he’s a great partner. better than Peter, I’d say. no reason to kick him off.”

“oh I’ll kick him alright” you roll your eyes as if it’s the obvious thing and you miss how miguel tries to hold back his laughter. he likes how feisty you get sometimes,

“have you—eaten already?” miguel awkwardly tries to start a conversation once he realizes the two of you sit there in silence for fifteen minutes. he must’ve think that you’re waiting for him to say something,

your lips curve into a small smirk as you watch how adorable he gets when he’s nervous. scratching the back of his head and trying his best to avoid an eye contact. it’s easy to tell how you make him shrink like a little kid crushing on his classmate.

yeah, Jess and Lyla told you everything. so this would be fun

“nope” you shake your head, rolling the chair closer in front of him as you slightly move forward. you admire the way his eyes stare intently into something, how his lower lip poke out in concentration and the way his thick brows knitted together making it impossible for you to stay sane.

does he know he’s handsome as fuck? and sexy too? his rough image and demeanor maybe look a bit intimidating to some but to you?

biggest turn on.

“why, you wanna take me out to lunch or something?”

he chokes at that, eyes finally looking up to you as he sees the playful smile on your face and the way your head tilt to the side. as if you’re teasing him,

“no. it was just a simple question.” he replies boringly. “why haven’t you eaten yet? it’s almost three. quieres enfermarte?”

“well” you start, moving slowly towards his side with him watching you like a hawk, eyeing every move. “i’m actually waiting for you to buy me lunch. there’s a new Asian cuisine in the cafeteria called beef rendang… i think? and boy it smells so good! why don’t we go together? plus you need a fucking break, man. you’ve been at this shit for hours.”

miguel is both surprised and confused. why the sudden invitation? why are you even talking to him? he lightly scoffs at how bold you are but he will never admit how much he likes it,

“why are you suddenly taken an interest in talking to me?”

“what are you talking about?” you ask playing dumb, looping a finger around the belt hole of your flared jeans. “I’ve always been interested.”

his heart skips at that. and he has no idea if you meant it or actually joking.

he says nothing only a hum. you assume that he’s disappointed with your answer because it isn’t specific. so you decide to continue,

leaning your body forward, you’re close enough to invade his personal space as you pretend to whisper a dark secret. “because i like you. like—like you like you. isn’t it obvious?”the answer is simple. pretty straightforward and you guess that he doesn’t get that often because of how he reacts.

he halts. beautiful eyes widen in surprise as he slowly turns to you who wears the opposite expression. a wide smile painted on your glossed lips, legs swinging back and forth—he admits that you look cute doing that—blinking your eyes rapidly in flirty manner.

you’re the only person who can make him weak on his knees. everyone can see that.

“what?”

“what?”

“what you just said.” he points, now his work left abandoned. deciding to focus on you. “did you mean it?”

“every word.”

“are you sure?”

“why is it so hard for you to believe me?” you ask out of curiosity. brows furrowed as your arms crossed,

“nothing it’s just—“he scratches his head, looking down because he’s afraid if he looks into your eyes he’d form into a puddle. “you were never—you never said anything, carińo. i didn’t even think you like me.”

you nod, crossing your legs. “I’m just gonna ignore how you call me that unless you want me to get down on my knees and give you the best fucking head you will ever have.”

for what it’s like a hundredth time, he blushes at your choice of words. God, you have no filter at all.

“how could i say something when all you do is talk serious shit all the time? can’t even joke with you Miguel. people are basically scared of you. hell! even I’m terrified of you.” you confess,

“is that why you never—call me names?”

“what, a dick? or an ass?”

“no!” he exclaims, sounding offended. wondering if that what you must have thought of him back then. “i mean—you never give me a nickname—only with Ben” he mutters, feeling embarrassed of having to admit that out loud,

you scrunch your nose. “puddin? why is that even—ohhh” a sudden realization hit you and that’s where you laugh, throwing your head back and Miguel looks irritated at the fact you’re laughing,

“something funny?”

you nod your head vigorously, still laughing a bit as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “Jess and Lyla are sooo right. you’re jealous.”

“i’m not!”

“hmm yes you are.” you giggle, seeing how his lips form into a pout and the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled. “that’s cute though. i promise not to tell anyone.”

he huffs, but internally relieved that you’re keeping your mouth shut. he will never hear the end of it by anyone if that one gets out.

“so..” he trails, releasing a small sigh. “you.. like me..?”

once again you nod, “i do.”

“g-good cause uh—i kinda like you too.”

“kinda?” you pretend to get hurt, hand over your heart. “is that all?! I’m quite offended! i poured my heart out to you!”

“ay, bueno listo! a lot! i like you—a lot.” he finally confesses, leg bouncing up and down due to nerves. “i just don’t how to say it or at least—act like it.”

“i can see that. you’re horrible at showing emotions except for anger, Miguel.” you reply, standing from your seat as you extend your hand to him. "but don't worry. i'll show you how to love. now come on."

he quirks an eyebrow, giving you an questioning look. "what are you doing?"

"uhm, getting some food? i'm starved. and you're coming with me. you have to eat something" a smile reaches your lips as he begins to mirror your expression while placing his hand on yours before standing up as well. you like how he towers over you. he’s a freakishly large man

“okay. i’d like that actually, querida.”

you give him a toothy grin. both of your hands are intertwined as the two of you walk towards the exist. you sense Miguel feeling awkward about the hand holding thing so you decide to ease his nerves by rubbing your thumb slightly against his skin.

“oh and also. you shall worry not a single thing about the whole nickname thing. you can choose what you like to be called by me and it’s all yours.”

-

a/n: this turned into a long ass fic im sorry lol

also does this one make sense? i feel like it’s rushed:// nevertheless hope you enjoy!

[i would let this man tear my pu—*phone drops*]

[atlasscrumpit]

Demon Miguel x Reader

(demon Miguel? Ish this is so random and confusing)

You laid in your bed, facing the wall as you thought about everything but nothing.

You heard your door open and the usual hand go to your shoulder.

"Baby? I made you some breakfast." You heard Miguel whisper as you turned around and looked at him.

"I don't feel like breakfast." You muttered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

You knew what he was going to do.

"I'll eat... I'm sorry, please don't, Miguel." You whispered as he smiled.

"You'll be a good little girl for me? I don't need to force your mind?" He asked running his hand through your hair as you looked at him in fear.

"Yes, I'll be good." You whispered as he helped you stand up, he grabbed your nightgown and placed it over your.

"Come now, sweet human. I made pancakes for your lovely little tummy." He said as you cringed but followed him out.

He sat you down at the table that he had set and ran his hand over your hair.

"I love having you as my little human." He whispered before sitting across from you.

He didn't need to eat but he always loved to watch you eat and it made you just a little bit uncomfortable.

"I don't like when you watch me eat..." You muttered as he chuckled softly.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, my love?" He questioned, making you sigh and continue eating.

"None of this is fair, you shouldn't be able to just...control me whenever you want! Or make me into something you want!" You shouted in anger at him as he tilted your hand.

"You should be thankful I let you have your own mind any of the time and... If you'd like to keep acting like a child I could always..." He taunted looking into your eyes.

"No! Please, I hate when you do that..." You muttered as he smiled.

"Aww, but I love it. You're so cute when you're little and so easy to manipulate." He said as you looked away from him.

And stared down at your breakfast.

"I want to go out today..." You muttered, poking at your food.

"Well, I'll make you a deal. We can go out for the day...if I can make you my little girl again so I know you won't try anything." He replied as you thought for a moment.

You hated when he was revert your mind...and body so you were more vulnerable but you wanted to get out so badly.

"Fine... Only if you buy me a laptop." You said, narrowing your eyes to see if he would actually agree.

He smiled and snapped his fingers and a brand new laptop appeared in front of you, still in its box.

"Done, now, my darling. Finish your pancakes while I find a perfect outfit for my little girl." He said standing up and walking away, you were just glad you could finish your breakfast without him watching.

Once you had finished he came out and stood in front of you with an excited smile.

"I'm all ready for you." He said as you groaned and sat up.

"Just... Take care of me and don't be weird, okay?" You muttered as Miguel sighed and lifted your chin to look at him.

"You don't need to be worried, I know your childhood was rough, little one but I promise I will never do what your father did." He said as you nodded a little.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly.

"Relax." He whispered as you closed your eyes and let out a breath.

You could feel it happening, you'd never tell him but you did enjoy it. Not many people were able to be a kid again and experience that child-like enjoyment and wonder of the world.

You felt everything changing, when it first happened it was terrifying but now you were used to it.

When you opened your eyes you saw Miguel was much taller than you, your mind was different and even how you saw things.

"There's my little one." Miguel said as he reached down and picked you up, you sat on his hip and looked at him.

"Did you have enough breakfast, darling?" He asked as you nodded and looked away.

"Oh, come on. Don't be shy, my love. We're going out today, I'm going to get you some yummy food and we can go shopping." He said as he saw you smile a little.

"There's my happy girl, come on let's get you dressed."

--

Miguel had got you dressed into a nice dress, shoes and a hat.

He held your hand as he walked through the streets with you.

He loved how humans treated him when they thought he was an attractive caring single dad.

You both arrived at a Cafe and Miguel helped you sit down across from him, you were a restless child but he didn't mind.

He let you order whatever food you wanted and he noticed how excited you were.

"Do you want daddy to buy you a new teddy today?" He asked as you looked at him.

"You're not my daddy..." You muttered as he looked back at you.

"I take care of you and I love you very very much, doesn't that qualify me? Wouldn't it just be easier if you called me daddy?" He asked as you looked away and thought for a bit.

"But... I don't like that word. It reminds me..." You muttered as Miguel looked at you sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart. I didn't even think about that. What if you call me Papa? It's Spanish." He suggested as you thought for a bit.

"Papa." You muttered, thinking for a bit.

"I like that one." You said making Miguel smile.

"Very well, darling." He said as you smiled a little.

--

You did everything you wanted to do while you were out, but Miguel could see you were starting to get tired.

He picked you up and you fell asleep on his shoulder as he carried you home.

Once he got back you slowly woke up and he placed you on the ground and knelt in front of you.

"We had a good day didn't we, baby?" He said as you yawned and nodded.

"I think it's time I change you back." He whispered, running his finger over your cheek.

He kissed your forehead before he backed away.

It all happened again but this time in reverse.

You groaned and rubbed your head before you opened your eyes and looked at Miguel.

"Welcome back, darling." He whispered as you smiled a little.

You shuffled forward and wrapped your arms around him to his surprise.

"Thank you..." You whispered softly as he hugged you back.

None of this made sense, it really didn't but Miguel was starting to heal that child inside of you.

"That's okay, my sweet girl."

[whoreforharlow]

RBF

Author's Note: My first fic for Urban 🥹 So excited to share it with you all! Also, RBF stands for Resting Bitch Face 😑

"You're not funny, Urban," you kept a blank expression on your face, not looking up from your phone. Anyone would think by your tone and demeanor that you were being serious, but Urban could see right past your exterior.

"You're right... I'm hilarious," he teased, his forefinger coming up to poke your cheek, making you swat him away from you.

"Ew, keep those dirty sausages away from me! I don't even wanna know which instabitch they were last in this time." You sneered with disgust, giving him a quick side eye.

"Well, let me see," he took a long, exaggerated inhale of his first two fingers, his chest puffing out before exhaling dramatically, "smells like Amara," he takes another whiff for good measure, "yep, definitely her. Maybe I should call her." He thinks out loud to himself, smirking as he takes in your soured expression.

"You're such a pig, Urban, oh my god." You huff at him in disgust, unbuckling your belt and scooting past him.

"C'mon y/n, where ya goin'? I was only playing!" He could barely get the words out as he chuckled as loudly as the other guys on the jet. You found your new seat settled across from Neelam, who gave you a small smile in greeting before returning to type away at her laptop. You heard him calling you to come back to where he and the others were sitting, but you flipped him off with a dirty look and put on your headphones.

You felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in your chest at the thought of Urban sleeping with a woman that wasn't you, but you quickly pushed those feelings away. He was your friend—that's it, that's all, and that's all it'll ever be. He made that clear to you back in middle school when he was the first man to ever break your heart.

____

You two had the same homeroom, study hall, and lunch together. You always thought he was cute and funny, with his crazy sense of style and inappropriate jokes. You were always reserved and quiet so he made a point to come over and bother you, trying to get you to smile and laugh, making it a personal goal of his every time he saw you. Whether it was just a corny knock knock joke, or a jump-scare at your locker that would make you push him away, or him poking your side knowing you were ticklish—whatever he did, it would always earn him an eye roll but he could see the small, shy smile you would try to suppress.

You two had become friends throughout the school year and into the summer. You had opened up a lot more as you became more and more comfortable with him. He'd take you to get frozen yogurt on hot summer days, watch the latest movies on their opening night, and have all nighters binge watching a different series at his house on the weekends. You couldn't help the crush that you started to form on him, with his pretty blue eyes and blond curls, and lips that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Those early teenage hormones making you feel things you had never really felt before.

It wasn't until he invited you to come hang out with him and his friends one day. For the year that you had known Urban, all of your interactions were just the two of you, Urban knowing that you didn't really like being around too many people. This day he had made plans with you, but forgot he had promised to meet up with his friends too. He thought there wouldn't be a reason to cancel on either plan, but instead just invite you along. You were hesitant about it at first, but you decided spending time with your crush would be worth any anxiety you were feeling, plus, you trusted Urban.

He came to pick you up from your house, the two of you walking through your neighborhood a few blocks until you found yourself at his friend's house. The two of you entered, greeting what you assumed was his friend's mom, before going down to the basement where there were about a dozen other people. You recognize some of them from your middle school and gave them a small wave. You weren't the most social person, and when you were anxious you protected yourself by putting on the very best RBF you could muster. Urban kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the group, and if you weren't so anxious you would have blushed. Your face stayed passive, as you took a seat next to Urban on the couch, giving off a cold, "I really don't want to be here" vibe.

He tried to get you to engage with everyone, trying to get you to loosen up, but you just brushed him off. Every time someone tried to interact with you, you were short and clipped with them, throwing off the energy of the whole kickback. Eventually, Urban excused the both of you, saying he'll catch back up with everyone later. He grabbed your arm, all but angrily pulling you out of there and out to the street. He pulled you away from the house, stopping on the corner before turning to ask you what your problem was and why you were being a bitch to his friends. You scuffed at the insult, taken aback by his harsh tone, and you clammed up.

"Don't call me a bitch, you-you jerk!"

"Well that's how you were acting! They were trying to be nice and you were being so rude!" He defended. "You were acting like you wanted to be literally anywhere else!"

"Well, maybe that's because I wanted to literally be anywhere else but there! We were supposed to hang out, Urby, just us." Your voice got quieter as you said that last part, unable to meet his gaze, feeling shy.

"I know, but I thought that maybe we could hang out with my friends for once. You've never even met them and you just judged them." His voice was calmer now.

"I wasn't judging them!" You insisted.

"You just sat there with your arms crossed like you were better than everyone, y/n. Any game they tried to get you to play, you just turned your nose up at it." Maybe you hadn't realized just how cold you were being, but it was a defense mechanism and you couldn't help it.

"I didn't mean to, Urby. I'm sorry." You looked down at your scuffed up converse sneakers, feeling an unfamiliar ache deep in your chest.

"I don't think I can be friends with someone who doesn't like my friends." He said to you softly.

"B-but, I'm your friend too, Urban!" You whimpered, your heart breaking. You had never gone through a break up before, neither platonic or romantic.

"Yeah, but I've known them longer and they all get along with each other." His adolescent reasoning made sense to you both at the time, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"I still want us to be friends, Urby." You grabbed his hand gently, but he pulled it away from yours.

"I don't think it's a good idea, y/n. Why don't you go home, I'll watch you from here." He left no room for discussion. You turned on your heel and started walking down the street towards your house, silent tears dropping to the concrete beneath your feet, leaving a trail telling of your heartbreak. He kept his word, watching you walk down until you reached your front steps, taking one last look at your curly haired first love.

The two of you kept your distance from then on, seeing each other occasionally throughout your highschool years in the halls and sometimes in the streets. A lot of time went by for you two, both of you coming into yourselves. You came out of your shell, slowly but surely as you grew older, finding a small group of other ex-loners to befriend. Urban maintained his same group of friends from middle school, give or take a few new faces, but he was the same. You'd occasionally say hi to each other, remaining cordial, but not necessarily friendly. Over the next four years you heard of him and his friends' reputations with the girls in your high school and your town. You were hurt at first, but once you started dating a guy named Tahj, a cute drummer in the school band, during junior year, Urban had left your mind completely.

Years had gone past, the two of you living separate lives without really crossing the other's mind. You held no real hurt feelings regarding the issue, writing it off as just part of the middle school experience. When you ran into him years later when you relocated to Atlanta for work, it was actually nice to see his familiar face. You two ran into each other at a late night taco shop, you and your roommate making a quick stop there on your way home from the club. You two almost didn't recognize each other at first, but laughed it off before exchanging pleasantries. Your heels were killing you and your order was up, so you two exchanged numbers before saying your farewells. Ever since, you two had developed another bond, leading you down the same road as before, falling for the now long haired, blue eyes, dirty blond with the perfect smile.

____

You felt Urban plop down next to you, but you kept your eyes focused on your phone, occupying yourself with responding to work emails. You had taken a few personal days to join Urban on a short trip to LA with Jack and the rest of their friends, but it seemed that some of your coworkers hadn't heeded your Out Of Office memo.

"No work," he said, snatching your phone away and tossing it in the empty seat across from him. You glared at him, but said nothing, crossing your arms and looking out the window at the clouds. You felt him pull your headphones off, placing it on the table behind Neelam's laptop.

"I know you're mad, like actually mad." He stated, knowing that you had two different kinds of "mad" moods. The first one was one he knew he could get you out of with a few jokes, like how you were just minutes ago, and another mad where it would take a lot more for him to get your forgiveness.

"I'm not mad," you dismissed. You weren't mad, you were hurt and jealous. You knew you had no right to be, your friendship with Urban completely platonic, but you couldn't help your feelings.

"Yeah, you are." He sighed. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?" You shook your head, continuing to look out the window. He shut the shade down, trying to get your attention, but instead you decided to recline your seat back, shutting your eyes and getting comfortable. Your peace lasted but a moment before you felt him poke your cheek.

"Urban, I'm serious. Stop." Your voice was stern as you grabbed his hand, forcefully putting it in his lap. He stared at you with soft eyes, grabbing your hand and holding it in his on his lap. You let him, but kept your eyes closed as you shut your eyes again. After a moment you felt him let go, the arm rest between you two being lifted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him for a hug.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to push you." He apologized quietly, laying his head on yours.

"It's okay, Urban." You reassured him.

"You know," he broke the silence after a minute, "I didn't sleep with Amara."

"I wouldn't care if you did," you mumbled into his chest, feeling sleepy in his embrace.

"Yeah, you would." He confirmed, making you still. You weren't sure where he was going with it, so you stayed quiet. "The same way it would bother me if you told me you slept with what's his name."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, him."

"Why would it bother you, Urban?" You questioned, pulling your head off his chest, looking up into his eyes. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you anticipated his answer, the slightest bit of hope in your heart.

"Because what man wants the woman he has feelings for to sleep with anyone that isn't him." His voice was soft and vulnerable as he looked down at you. You felt your heart jump to your throat, feeling speechless at his confession; it was a confession you never thought you'd ever hear.

"What are you saying, Urban?" You wanted him to clarify, you wanted there to be no mistaking what he was saying to you.

"I'm saying..." He smiled, "I'm saying I have feelings for your emo ass. I like you y/n, I like you a lot." His cheeks pinked as he spoke, but he held your gaze with a soft smile on his face. "I'm saying I haven't thought about any other girl in a serious way in quite some time because of you." He spoke this part a bit shyly, but this made you narrow your eyes at him and pull away.

"Pft, that's hard to believe considering you end up sleeping with any woman willing to spread their legs for you." You bit out, crossing your arms and facing the window, pulling the shade up to find the now darkened sky. You recalled the nights you would join him and his friends to clubs, Urban eventually being dragged off in the direction of the bathrooms, returning shortly with purpling blotches on his neck and a satisfied expression on his face.

"I said I wasn't thinking of any girls in a serious way, not that I was staying celibate." He specified with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. You just scoffed and rolled your eyes. It wasn't that you were staying celibate either, but you felt that the circumstances were different. You had dated some guys here and there since you and Urban reconnected over a year and a half ago, but you felt like Urban's blatant hypersexual behavior was just disrespectful if he was serious about his feelings towards you.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Urb. Do what you want." You sighed, over the conversation. You felt conflicted, unsure of how to feel about his confession. On the one hand, he's saying he has feelings for you, but his actions told a different story.

"Look, I get it, you're upset-"

"I'm not upset. I don't care." You cut him off, your unbothered demeanor backing up your statement.

"You do care, y/n. Other people might believe that face, but I see through it. You don't have to lie to me, I know you're mad."

"You don't know me." You weakly defended.

"Actually, I do. I know you don't believe my feelings for you are real, and I guess I did do a shitty job of showing it, but they are real."

"Sure, they are."

"They are real!"

"I just said that, Urb."

"Yeah, but you said it sarcastically." This time he grabbed your hand, making you turn your gaze from the window to him. You saw the sincerity in his face, he looked at you with desperate eyes as they pleaded with you to believe him.

"Listen, I fucked up okay. To be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing here." He scratched the back of his neck nervously with his hand that wasn't holding yours. "I already lost you once as a friend, I don't want to lose you again, y/n." You were surprised to hear him say that. "I never did apologize for what happened in middle school. I was a stupid kid and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have chosen my other friends or made you feel like you weren't my friend. You were my friend, y/n, one of the best friends I ever had and I blew it. I think I was just young and stupid. I'm sorry, y/n, I really am."

"Thank you, Urban. It means a lot to hear that." You were teary at his confession, squeezing his hand tightly. You weren't typically an emotional person, at least not in front of others, but something about this apology hit deep within your inner child that you didn't know was still hurting.

"I'm glad I got to say it, even though you deserved it way sooner, y/n." He whispered with remorseful eyes, bringing his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe away a stray tear.

"You know," you let out a shaky breath, "I-I really loved you back then, Urby. You were the first guy to be nice to me, the only one actually." You blushed with embarrassment. "I thought the absolute world of you, like you could do no wrong. You made me feel so... normal. Even though it ended the way it ended, I've always been grateful for that experience with you." You whispered.

"Urby... I haven't been called that in a really long time," he chuckled lowly, his cheeks reddening at the youthful pet name. You blushed a bit, not realizing you had called him that. "I really missed hearing that." He confessed shyly, leaning in closer to you.

"I'm happy that we met again, y/n. I feel like I'm getting a second chance to make things right. To try again. I know I haven't really done a good job so far," he admits sheepishly, "but it was because I wasn't sure about how you felt about me. I know it's not an excuse, but it's all I've got." He shrugs apologetically. "But I want to try this again, for like the third time at this point." He chuckles lightly, a pleading look in his eyes. You nod to him and immediately he gets up from the seat, walking to the other end of the quiet jet, everyone either asleep or on their phones. He sits in the seat on the far end, making you lean over the seat next to you to look down the aisle at him. As quickly as he had sat down, he was stood back up, slowly walking back to you before stopping in the aisle by your row.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone. I thought I'd keep a beautiful girl company," he said, making you give him your signature eye roll, the smallest smile playing on your lips. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from him uninterested, masking with your best RBF. He chuckled a little, knowing that this was exactly how you were with strangers who were too forward, but sat down anyway.

"I'm Urban by the way." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You looked at him with a raised brow, then looked down at his hand, and then back up at his face. You kept your expression cold and rolled your eyes, looking back out the window.

"Y/n," you said, your tone low and uninterested, but Urban could see beyond your facade.

"Are you headed to LA, or is it just a layover?" He asked casually, and this time you had a hard time keeping the smile off your face. You looked at him with comical disbelief.

"You're not seriously going to act like we don't know each other, are you?" You asked him, this whole interaction amusing you.

"Act? What act? Have we met before?" He looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes again, but you found it sweet that he was really trying to do this right. You put back a stoic face, playing along and ignoring him as you would any stranger.

"So... LA?" He began his small talk again, asking you very basic questions that he obviously knew the answers to, and you gave him very short answers, but each time with less and less attitude. He noticed your change in energy, your body no longer facing the window of the plane as it was now angled towards him, your arms relaxed in your lap instead of crossed over your chest defensively, you even gave him a few genuine smiles. Before you knew it, the plane had landed and the two of you followed the rest of the crew out onto the runway, Urban insisting on carrying your duffle bag as usual.

"Well, this is me," he said to you with a hint of faux sadness. "It was really nice meeting you, y/n." He continued, and it took everything in you not to laugh at how into his little performance he was. You both were literally going to the same place in the same car, yet he was acting as if he would never see you again. You knew he was putting the ball in your court, wanting you to extend an invitation to see him again.

"It was really nice meeting you too, Urban." You mused, your cold facade melting away as you shyly stepped closer to him. "Um, if you're ever free while in town, maybe we could meet up sometime." You spoke to him quietly. You knew he would accept, but there was still a dejected part of you that was afraid he wouldn't. His beautiful smile put any anxiety you had to rest.

"Yeah, I'd really like that, y/n."

"I'd really like that too, Urby."

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[kimbappykidding]

You co-owned a coffee shop with your best friend just a few streets away from Seventeen's building, However, you weren't into mainstream media so you weren't really aware of that. Being in the city centre you knew there were idols and actresses and models galore but never really paid them any attention. You preferred the ordinary people, after all it was them who came into your cafe most often...or so you thought.

You had many regulars but your favourite was the boy with glasses who you'd nicknamed cute gamer guy. He was always polite, quiet and friendly. He'd usually stay for a few hours and he'd either read or play games on his laptop hence the nickname. You liked to read too and often discussed your latest and favourite books. When he played games you'd get stuck just watching him because he was really good. You'd stare amazed and forget you had work to be doing. You figured he must be a student of something as he often came in at odd hours and seemed like he had some time to kill. You didn't know much about him but saw him most weeks and got to know one another that way. He'd always ask about your day which you thought was nice and compliment your baking. He was cute too and your friend had long since suggested you should ask him out. You didn't want to just because you felt it might be weird. "I don't even know him! I only know he’s called Wonwoo because I put it on his coffee cup otherwise I wouldn't even know that! I don't know his age or what he does for a living! He's basically a stranger" you argued when your friend Mari brought it up again but she just rolled her eyes. "You see him pretty much every week of the year, that's more than you see your family! He is not a stranger". "True but I don't know him enough to ask him out! He could be a terrible person, or a sexist jerk or a..." you trailed off to see him standing at the counter. He was looking down at his phone and you prayed you hadn't been speaking loud enough for him to hear. You hurried forwards and smiled nervously "sorry to keep you waiting, what can I get for you?". He smiled "it's no problem, can I please get a chai tea and a brownie please Y/n?". "coming right up" you nodded and got to work. He asked you how your week had been and you asked him about his day then he took a seat with his tea and snack. "Did he hear us?" Mari asked and you shook your head "I think we got away with it". You were wrong.

As you were getting ready to close up Wonwoo came up to you "thanks for the snack, it was great as usual". You smiled "I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for telling me". He nodded "I also just wanted to say...I'm 26 years old and I'm from Changwon originally. I'm a performer for a local company and I promise I'm not shady or dangerous...". You blushed "does this mean you heard our conversation?". Wonwoo nodded "I didn't mean to but I just wanted to let you know, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while and if the only thing stopping us was you not knowing my age or what I do...well I wanted to correct that". You smiled "consider it corrected". "In that case would you like to go on a date with me?" Wonwoo asked "I'm free this weekend and you can pick whatever we do". You smiled "sounds good". So the two of you exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up Saturday night. Mari was ecstatic and kept jumping up and down on your way home. "So he's 26" she said and you nodded "only 2 years older than me". "Which is an acceptable age gap" she nodded "and what did he say he does for a living again?". "He said he's a performer at a local company". "wait what does that mean?" she asked and you paused "I have no idea...I assumed he's a local singer or dancer or something. I probably should've asked. "Well that's what the date is for" she grinned. You suggested dinner and a movie and Wonwoo agreed to pick you up at your house. Mari helped you put together the perfect outfit and then you waited for Wonwoo. You were early (as always) and were sitting in your living room when a car arrived. An extremely expensive car so neither of you expected it to be here for you. Your friend sighed "I hate when cars just pull up outside our house like that! It's such a fancy car too". You nodded looking at the expensive car and wondered what it must be like to have a car like that. When the car didn't move you paused "why isn't it going? Wonwoo is going to be here soon and it might block him". Mari frowned "let's give it a second and then tell them to move". You nodded when the car door opened and who stepped out of the car but Wonwoo. "Holy shit!" your friend cried and you stared. "That can't be his car" you said but Mari laughed "well it sure looks like it seeing as he's driving it. Y/n if he has a car like that then he must be rich! I thought you said he was a performer not some sort of prince!". "That is what he said" you replied watching him come closer to the door "maybe he just inherited the car or won it as a prize". Mari smiled "well however he got it, it's glorious and you're going to ride in it!". As she said that the doorbell dinged and your friend squealed. You opened the door to find Wonwoo dressed smart-casual in a shirt and some very nice jeans. "Hi Y/n" he smiled "I've got you something" and held out some flowers. You immediately felt touched because nobody had ever bought you flowers before. "That's so kind of you thank you...let me put them inside" you said and opened the door to find your friend standing there where she'd clearly been spying on the two of you. "Wonwoo you remember my friend and business partner Mari" you said and he nodded "it's nice to see you again". "You too" she smiled "nice car by the way". Wonwoo blushed slightly "thank you...I try and take good care of it". "I bet!" Mari nodded and you elbowed her. You placed the flowers in the hall and told Mari you were leaving. "Have fun!" she called waving and Wonwoo led you to his car. You opened the door and were shocked at how nice the inside of the car was. You wouldn't trade your beaten-up old car for anything but this car was amazing! It was so spacious and comfy. You felt like you were in some sort of massage chair and the dashboard was so big and colourful. "If you're cold I can turn on the seat warmers" Wonwoo said and your eyes widened "seat warmers?". He smiled "yeah, want me to show you?". You nodded and he pressed a button "it might take a few seconds to warm up". You nodded admiring the architecture when you felt the warmth and gasped slightly "I can feel it! That's so nice". Wonwoo smiled "the temperature control is just there" pointing to a dial "so feel free to make it warmer or cooler". You nodded "cool" and tried not to act too awestruck with this space-age car. Wonwoo must've sensed your unease because he started asking you some casual questions and as you chatted you felt less nervous. You arrived at the cinema and Wonwoo parked up. As you were getting out a guy gawked at the car and you thought Wonwoo would say something but instead he put a hat on and pointedly pulled it over his face which you thought was odd considering you were going inside. "This way" he said and he led you inside keeping his head down. You bought tickets and snacks but Wonwoo didn't take his hat off until he was in the dark cinema. You chatted until the film started and then watched the film. It was a good film and was good as any cinema date could be. Wonwoo gave you free rein of the snacks and you had a cute hand-brush moment halfway through. Wonwoo laughed at all the same parts as you and you were sat quite close together without actually touching. So the night was going pretty well as you left your screen and headed to dinner. On your way out there was a big group of girls and you saw Wonwoo pull his hat down tighter. "Hey mind if we go out this way?" he asked pointing to a side door away from the crowd and you nodded, exiting around the back of the building. Wonwoo drove you to the restaurant and opened the door for you. "Table for 2" he said giving the waiter his name and the waiter nodded "of course". You'd picked a restaurant you were familiar with and smiled at the familiar sights and smells. "Have you ever been here before?" you asked Wonwoo. He nodded "yes I like it". "Me too" you smiled as the waiter told you to follow him. "My friend and I must've been here 20 times we never get the fancy table" you said pointing to the table behind their water feature which was very private and highly coveted. Every time you came it was taken and you couldn't even book it. But tonight it was empty. "Well maybe tonight will be different" Wonwoo said and sure enough the waiter took you to the table. "Here are your menus and some complimentary waters. I'll be back soon to take your drinks order" the waiter said and you turned to Wonwoo. "How did you get this table? They wouldn't even let me book it for my friend's 21st!". Wonwoo shrugged "I guess we just got lucky". You thought he wasn't telling you something but didn't say anything. The meal continued and everything was still going well. Wonwoo was very interesting and talking to him was so chill but also fun. He had an effortless quality about him, he seemed to look effortlessly good, was effortlessly funny and effortlessly nice but it wasn't annoying or forced. It was just how he was and you felt like you'd known him for ages. When Wonwoo went to the bathroom you checked your phone and saw 20 messages from Mari. You opened your phone and decided to call her instead of texting. "What happened are you okay?" You asked. "Y/n it's Wonwoo" she said and you froze "what is he a serial killer?". "What? No, he's a kpop idol! That's why he's so rich and always turns up at the cafe at odd hours! He's a successful idol and has been for years. I knew I'd seen him before". You pause "no he can't be". "He is, Google Wonwoo Seventeen and you'll see". You did and your phone was flooded with results. "Oh my god..." you said and your friend laughed "see! Y/n you're dating an idol!". You had no idea what to say but spotted Wonwoo on his way back so quickly hung up. Wonwoo smiled sitting down "would you like another drink?". You tried not to let on you knew who he was and it was surprisingly easy. The second Wonwoo sat back down things just felt normal and it made you question if this was the right Wonwoo. Maybe they were brothers or just really looked alike...until you went to leave and Wonwoo's suspicious hiding behaviour kicked in again. There were some men in black coats outside the restaurant with cameras and Wonwoo spotted them putting his hat back on. "You ready?" he asked and you nodded. "It looks a little busy so grab me if I'm moving too quickly" he said and you nodded. The second you stepped outside Wonwoo shot off, head down trying to avoid the cameramen's attention. You thought you'd made it when one of them shouted Wonwoo and they started following you. Luckily Wonwoo was in the car park and the gate closed behind you stopping them. You shot Wonwoo a look and he shrugged "some people know me from my performing". You almost laughed as that was his explanation of him being a world-famous idol. You just nodded not wanting to force him to tell you before he was ready and got in the car. Wonwoo drove you home and pulled up outside. "So I had a really good time tonight" he said and you nodded "me too I really enjoyed myself". Wonwoo smiled "great, so would you maybe like to do this again sometime?". You nodded "I would" and Wonwoo smiled "great so I'll text you..." and then he trailed off. "What?" you asked and he smiled "nothing you just look really nice in this light". You blushed slightly but smiled "you should see my view" and Wonwoo smiled. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" you asked and were pleasantly surprised to see the boy blushing. "Of course" he nodded and leaned across to kiss you. Wonwoo was clearly a good kisser and given he was a famous idol that made sense. He probably had lots of experience in this area but you ignored that and just focused on your moment with him. When you separated you took in a breath and Wonwoo smiled "that was a pretty excellent first kiss". You smiled "I'm glad you agree, see you later Wonwoo" and got out of the car. You managed not to look back and only when you safely inside did you squeal. Wonwoo returned home to find a few calls from his publicist saying he'd been spotted downtown but they hadn't managed to get any photos. Wonwoo was relieved and his members smiled when they saw him "so how was the date with the mysterious cafe girl?" Mingyu asked. "Ahh yes the place you have banned us from" Scoups said, "it better not have been for nothing!". Wonwoo smiled "it was good...she's so funny and interesting. Not to mention pretty". "Did you kiss her?" Dk asked bluntly and Jeonghan hit him "come on this is Wonwoo we're talking about" before everyone noticed Wonwoo's reaction. He'd frozen and was purposefully staring at his feet to hide his blush. "You kissed her?" Hoshi asked and Wonwoo nodded "she asked for a goodnight kiss so I gave her one". The guys all roared with excitement and began cheering. Once they'd settled down a little bit Jun asked an important question "how did she react when you told her you were an idol". Wonwoo paused "I'm not sure...". "Why? Could you not tell how she took it?" Joshua asked and Wonwoo shook his head "no I just didn't really tell her". "Wonwoo!" Seungkwan cried and Woozi laughed "even after the cameramen chased you down the street?". "I just said people knew me from my performing". "So you didn't tell her what you did at all?" Scoups asked and Wonwoo shook his head "she asked me about work but I managed to be vague". "Well that's not going to work all the time" The8 said "if you want to see her again you have to tell her". Wonwoo sighed "I know but it was nice to date someone who had no idea what I did! A person who I knew wasn't swayed by it". The guys all knew what that felt like so agreed. When you got back from your date you were buzzing but when you woke up the next morning you felt a little different. Last night you'd gone through all the positives but this morning you began to think of the negatives. The cameras last night were just a taste of the harassment you'd receive for dating a kpop idol. There were also stalkers, hate comments on all your Instagram photos and death threats to look forward to. Not to mention you couldn't have a normal relationship. Wonwoo would work a lot and even when he wasn't you couldn't hurt go out in public. Wonwoo had to be careful where he went and you realised last night he probably loosened the rules for you. You weren't sure if that was the life you wanted. Relationships in the public eye were very challenging and that was if Wonwoo ever wanted a relationship. The internet told you the names of many girls who had uprooted their lives only to be used and thrown away by idols. What if Wonwoo did the same? He seemed nice but he was an idol, he wasn't an innocent kid. You didn't know him and he could do that to you. When you came downstairs Mari smiled "so...how does it feel the morning after? You're like freaking Cinderella or something". You chuckled awkwardly "not that great" and explained your worries. Your friend nodded "see I understand where you're coming from but I think you're worrying for nothing. For one thing, we work together so there's no way you're losing your job even if this did get out. For two, if Wonwoo was the type to throw girls away like tissues wouldn't he have asked you out the second he saw you instead of getting to know you for months?". You paused "maybe...". "Plus I've been watching videos of them and he's definitely not like that" Mari said. You frowned "but that's his stage character he could be completely different". "Based on what we've seen in the cafe I don't think so". You weren't sure but agreed to watch one Seventeen video with Mari which turned into several. You saw what she meant. In the episodes, Wonwoo seemed just like the guy you knew. Thoughtful, smart, considerate and...well hot. But you were still more cautious and all day you hovered near your phone, scared anytime it lit up. Part of you thought it would be easier if Wonwoo just bever texted you about your next date but another part of you really wanted him to text you. Your phone buzzed around dinner time and sure enough, it was from Wonwoo. "Hey Y/n I had a really great time last night and can't wait to see you again. How does next Saturday around 7 sound?". You debated over a reply for way too long but eventually just went with your gut. "Sounds perfect! See you then".

For better or worse you wanted to keep getting to know the cute gamer guy who also happened to be a world famous idol. Only time would tell if it was the best decision of your life...or the worst.

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This is a three part series and you can read the other parts here: Part Two and Part Three.

[daceydeath]

Cigarettes and Cliche's (Part 2)

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.2K Genre: college au, slow burn romance Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, alcohol use, suggestive content,

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him

The attraction you had to Felix had gone from thinking he was stupidly good looking but an arsehole to a he might not be a total dickhead but he was at least a very attractive dickhead but there was no way you were ever going to admit that. It was still better in your opinion to ignore him as much as possible and hopefully you wouldn't have anything other to do with each other unless it was through Seung and Innie and others were around. You had apologized to the boys who were equally sorry for not really listening to you and they promised it would never happen again and to prove the fact they decided to invite some of the guys over for pre-drinks before the next party they would be heading out to on the Saturday. You were nervous about it of course, you had never been to a collage party, or any party of that sort before and you were not much of a drinker either so you hoped they wouldn't make fun of you too much. You had picked up a day shift during the week to make sure you wouldn't be called in during the weekend not wanting to disappoint Seungmin or Jeongin when them having their friends get to know you so they would all play nice was so important to them.

The weekend came a lot faster than you were prepared for and your nerves were higher than you expected, you had made friends with Jeongin and Seungmin out of necessity you needed another place to live and they were the best option so you had been forced to make it work with them but truth be told you didn't have many friends so you were often awkward without meaning to be. You had seen Felix around more than you normally would in the last week, he had come in with Hyunjin and Lee Know once and stayed for almost your whole shift not speaking to you other than ordering and asking generic questions in his cocky way but sneaking glances at you when he thought you were busy.

"You look exactly like you always do" Jeongin laughed as you walked from your room through the lounge to the kitchen.

"Am I supposed to look different?" you chuckled looking down at yourself and then over at Jeongin "I know you are going out after but I'm not, so I'm not dressing up to hang out in my own house".

"She looks cute in sweats Innie" Seungmin called down the hallway still in his room getting ready.

"Yeah I look cute Innie!" you mimicked poking your tongue out at him before realizing what had actually been said "Hold up I look cute???" you called back to Seungmin.

"You always look cute" Innie laughed as he watched you get flustered by the comments "and you are always fun to tease". You glared at him in mock annoyance pulling snacks out of the cupboard for anyone to help themselves to before sitting at the dining table and opening your laptop to waste time.

"What are you studying now?" Seung smirked looking over at you as he walked into the lounge and flopped down on the couch.

"Nothing I was just looking up a few things that I wanted to go see before the semester starts" you mumbled ignoring the pair of them as they continued to pick and tease you as they loaded up a game to play while they waited for the guys.

The buzzer from downstairs rang which you got up to answer seeing Chan and Changbin on the screen you buzzed them up and went down the hall to let them in.

"Evening" you smiled letting them past you into the apartment.

"How's it going?" Chan grinned squeezing your shoulder as he made his way towards the kitchen shopping bag full of what you assumed to be alcohol in his other hand.

"You coming with us tonight?" Changbin waggled his eyebrows at you making you snort as he held his half drunk beer up in salute.

"I'm good and of course not I could never keep us with you boys" you rolled your eyes following them towards the lounge as they both continued to speak over each other. You watched them greet each other laughing and making jokes their drinks were abandoned on the counter between the kitchen and lounge. The buzzer went again and you found yourself looking at Hyunjin's handsome face smirking at you, you were tempted to make him stay outside but you could hear Han in the background so you relented.

"Come up" you sighed giving them access to the lobby they made there way up and you were thankful Han was with them it would hopefully make the whole thing less awkward.

"Hi again Han" you greeted as he stepped through the door first.

"Hey! are the two idiots here?" He grinned stepping aside to let the others pass so you could shut the door.

"You are going to have to be far more specific Han" you replied sarcastically making him laugh loudly and you smile.

"Hi Choi" Felix smirk from behind you as soon as Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak.

"Felix" you nodded politely albeit slightly awkwardly.

"Are you not coming out with us tonight?" he continued keeping Hyunjin and Lee Know from saying anything to you.

"Have you ever seen me at a party?" you ask rhetorically stepping into the lounge room which got a little quiet as Seung and Innie watched you interact with Felix.

"She hates parties" Seung shrugged handing you a cup he had already filled with something you couldn't identify.

"I don't hate them I just don't enjoy them. At all" you defended still looking at whatever was in your cup "and what is this Seung?"

"Vodka lemonade" He smiled and you sipped it tentatively looking at him with suspicion.

"So you met Hyunjin but this is Minho" Jeongin smiled looking towards the others.

"Hello again Hyunjin, Hello Minho" you waved, sipping your drink again and scrunching your nose a little bit.

"Hello" Hyunjn purred smiling sexily at you "You really have been keeping secrets haven't you?" he looked at Seungmin and Jeongin.

"Don't even think about it" Innie huffed raising his eyebrow and making Hyunjin laugh at his instant defense of you.

"There is barely any alcohol in that you know" Seung sighed playfully ignoring Hyunjin's comment entirely and taking your drink to pour you just lemonade, you shrugged not noticing how the others were looking at you.

"I know, I just don't really drink, I don't like it" you smiled as he traded the cup for you.

"You have no life" whined Innie playfully.

"I know I'm so boring people must think I'm this helpless little virgin that can't have any fun" you teased watching both his and Seung's faces flush a brilliant pink and Chan and Changbin begin laughing "For the record the walls are thin here I will hear you talking shit about me".

"I said I was sorry about that" Innie groaned as you made your way past Hyunjin and Minho who smirked at each other before Hyunjin brushed his hand across your back as you moved making you flinch slightly and Felix glare. You were distracted as the buzzer went again and you pressed the button to see who was there surprised to see Nali appear on the screen.

"Hi I'm here to see Felix" she smiled not even looking at the camera "I'm his girlfriend".

"Nali I'm almost certain you're not but I will see if he's here" you muttered leaving her looking confused. "Hang on" said louder so she could hear you properly. Walking back from the panel the boys were all sitting on the couches or pillows on the floor chatting, playing a video game or on their phones.

"Ok, who invited Nali?" You asked loudly interrupting them and making them all turn towards you.

"Nali? who is Nali?" Innie asked.

"She says she's Felix's girlfriend but she fucked Seung last week so I'm skeptical" you rolled your eyes watching Seungmin gulp and Felix look annoyed.

"How do you even know her if she was with Seung?" Innie asked confused.

"She's the room mate that I needed to move away from because I was sick of getting kicked out of my own room for these guys to get laid" you explained dryly pointing towards Felix, Hyunjin and Minho making the already slightly confused vibe in the room to turn weirder.

"Hold on you already knew them?" Han asked "Didn't you just meet Minho tonight?".

"Officially? yes it doesn't count if he just walks past as I get tossed out does it?" you shrugged feeling both annoyed and bored as the intercom continued to buzz continuously.

"I'll get rid of her" Felix almost growled standing up and walking down the hall to see her at the door.

You went back to the kitchen as the atmosphere between the boys changed not really wanting to be a part of it you waited on the other side of the wall and watched as Felix and Nali argued, she looked angry as she yelled at him her arms gesturing wildly while he stood motionless with his back to the camera until she stormed away, you then stepped into the hall to wait for him to return there was a knock on the door that signaled Felix was back, you could hear muffled hissed conversations happening in the other room as you opened the door for him again.

"She's gone, she wont come back either" he looked at you apologetically.

"I truly didn't care to be honest what you guys do is your business" you shrugged leaving him to take his shoes off, and make your way back to your room.

"She isn't my girlfriend, I'm not with anyone" he called to you as you reached the end of the hall.

"I didn't think she was but thanks for the clarification Felix" you sighed, entering the lounge you noticed how stern Chan looked and how sheepish both Minho and Hyunjin looked "Um did I walk in when I shouldn't have?"

"No we were just talking about how Hyunjin and Minho never mentioned that they had already met you" Seung explained as Innie rolled his eyes.

"They hadn't met me per say they just stood to the right of the door as I was chucked out, we never exchanged pleasantries" you tried to joke but it fell flat.

"We didn't realize that you were Nali's roommate though" Minho spoke softly "we also didn't realize that us coming round was the reason why you had to move out".

"My grades were falling and I need to keep them up otherwise I lose my funding" you explained biting your lip. "It's not actually your fault that Nali likes to enjoy herself, she is allowed to do that, the same as you can do whoever you want it was more the whole no sleep and stuff like that".

"Kind of worked out good though" Innie grinned throwing his arm loosely around your shoulders "We never would have met and you never would have started bringing us home left over food"

"Thanks Innie" you rolled your eyes moving to sit on the arm of the sofa beside Seungmin "I'm so glad the food is what keeps me around and not my stellar wit and charm".

"Seungmin said you had fairly strict parents" Chan started looking at you softly "Do they approve of the whole living with two guys and walking home alone at night thing you have going on?"

"Nope" you laughed genuinely "They don't mind the boys, mainly because I told them they were gay, but they would prefer I lived with girls. They don't know about the job at the café, they think I work as a tutor" you explained your face heating up at the admission as Seung pushed you almost of the couch and Innie gasped dramatically

"As a tutor?" Han laughed "Why would you even want to do that?"

"Well I did to begin with but I couldn't keep it up after I needed to move, it pays almost nothing, so I got the café job so I could pay rent" you shrugged. "besides what they don't know won't kill them".

"So they are super strict then?" Changbin asked looking slightly concerned.

"Look at it this way when they found out I had my first kiss when I was 15 they sent me to my grandmother's for the summer, if I was busy on the farm then boys couldn't 'distract' me from my studies" you sighed shaking your head.

"You're kidding you were sent off for manual labor for kissing a boy?" Seungmin laughed making you glare at him while the others looked between themselves.

"I didn't get any say in it he just grabbed me and kissed me, I didn't even like the jerk" you pouted making Jeongin laugh too.

"You are actually hopeless" Seungmin started laughing even harder both of you missing the look Felix had on his face.

"Turns out maybe I should have stayed with Nali, she at least offered to help me get laid you two just eat me food at laugh at me" You huffed in fake annoyance moving from the sofa Seungmin was on the perch on the arm next to Chan.

"That was cold" Hyunjin laughed making you shrug.

"Aww we can get you laid" Innie laughed "we have a few friends worth your time like....."

"Yeah please don't, I've seen the girls you bring home and I'm good" you interrupted "besides the last thing I need is for my parent's to think I'm seeing anyone that would end badly" you blinked furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

"What do you mean?" Han asked gently.

"If my parents found out that I was even casually hooking up I would be pulled out of school" you admitted quietly "The rules for my education are pretty clear cut, if I study and do well I get rewarded by being able to attend this university, If I get distracted or start dating even if it doesn't effect my grades my funding will be pulled and I will have to return to my home town".

"That's pretty harsh" Chan cautiously added.

"Yeah but I really down want to got back all I ever wanted was to get out and now I have I wont jeopardize that" you smiled "But enough about me I have no life after all".

"Yes you do" Innie protested.

"You literally said I have no life not like five minutes ago" you laughed getting up and crossing the lounge to your own bedroom door "try not to get in any fights Seung and Innie I'm not holding your hair while you puke, have fun".

Closing your bedroom door you sighed leaning against it feeling overwhelmed, Felix had tried to be nice to you but after Nali showed up the reality of what he was like crashed over you like a bucket of ice water, Hyunjin and Minho were obviously just trying their luck to annoy your room mates and although all of Seung and Innie's friends were attractive and seemed so kind you didn't want to get to involved, you didn't want the hurt that would inevitably come with the unrequited feelings and being ditched when they got into serious relationships.

"Why the fuck would you touch her like that?" Felix spat making you jump slightly from where you were leaning.

"Felix, do you know how you look at her? like those party girls look at you all big eyed and hopeless" Minho laughed louder than he probably meant to as you could hear other laughter.

"Man you are fucking whipped, is it this one of those weird she doesn't want me I have to have her things?" Hyunjin asked sniggering

"Fuck off both of you" Felix groaned and you could almost imagine him looking at the ceiling as they laughed at him "Is it totally impossible that I just want to be friends with her?".

"Not totally impossible but implausible" Han answered back quickly.

"If it's just friends that's fine but you try anything with her and it's us having to pick up the pieces if she gets hurt" Seung said seriously his voice low.

"Seung, man I'm not going to hurt her I just find her interesting, she has not interest in any of us which is actually nice for a change" Felix seemed to be able to talk his way out of everything since they all got up to leave for the party that was happening on the other side of campus.

After they had been gone for a little while and you were sure they were not coming back you ventured out of your room to clean up, collecting the plastic cups and bags of chips that had been left behind and putting the extra beer in the fridge. You hoped that this was enough to sate Seungmin and Jeongin's need to include you so that you could go back to being just the girl who happened to live with them that they could all speak to in passing and nothing more but you knew it would never be that simple. It was however playing on your brain how much Felix had insisted that he wasn't with Nali, how she wouldn't return and that he was single. Part of you was thrilled that he wanted you to know those things but the other more logical side of you knew it was so he didn't look like a total wanker for sending her away. Typical fuck boy. The hours ticked by and you had watched a couple of episodes of a drama you were trying to catch up on and planning out your weeks study schedule around your work shifts so you felt like you had achieved something at least before you stretched, yawned and decided to get ready for bed.

You woke to what you sounded like someone had broken in, bumping and doors opening and closing, you sat bolt upright and reached behind your beside table to pull out the bat you had kept near you bed since you were a kid preparing yourself in case your door opened. Light spilled under your door making you swallow hard that they had obviously made there way further into the apartment listening harder you got out of bed and stood behind the door so at least if anyone came into your room you could smack them one, until you heard what you knew was Jeongin's voice sounding strange. Not thinking you opened your door bat poised to attack the first person you needed to, to defend Jeongin even if it meant giving away that you were in the apartment. You almost took a very drunk Han's head off as you swung at the first moving target missing him only when you raised your arms to make the bat go much higher.

"Woah what just happened" Han slurred yelping belatedly as he and the others spun towards you.

"Why have you got a bat?" Changbin hiccuped scratching his head and swaying a little his eyes only half focused.

"Why does the bat have a fluffy sock on it?" Chan cackled still sitting on the floor where he was arranging the couch cushions into a makeshift mattress.

"You ok?" Felix asked a look of confused concern flashing across his face.

"I thought you were fucking breaking into my house" you half heartedly snapped frowning at them as Seungmin came into the room holding an arm full of blankets and stuff.

"Oh shit they were not meant to wake you" he sighed you could tell that he was only tipsy where as Jeongin who was following him and walked straight into him was very much drunk.

"Next time just tell me there are going to be drunk boys in my house so I don't think we're getting robbed" You groaned feeling both flustered and annoyed to be standing there in front of all of them with sleep mussed hair and your pajamas.

"The sock is fluffy?" Changbin asked only just having caught up with the conversation.

"Yeah, in case anyone grabs the bat from me I have a whole second swing to cave their head in" you snapped before retreating back to your room your heart was still going a million miles an hour. As you put your bat back and got back into bed, you could still hear them mumbling and eventually go silent as you tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep.

Eventually you thought you could probably sneak out and get some water since you couldn't hear anything outside an occasional snore, but instead there was a very quiet knock on your door, not wanting to get dragged into any sort of drunk bullshit you stayed silent knowing they would give up. Surprising you however your door opened slowly and Felix crept in, his blonde hair shining in the low light from the window making it obvious that it could only be him, he closed the door behind him silently and settled himself on the floor sitting against your bed sighing softly and laying his head back against your mattress.

"I know you are already asleep and I know you didn't invite me into your room" he whispered "But I was worried that we had scared you too much for you to be able to sleep properly, so I'm going to stay just here and keep you safe. But don't worry I'm not drunk so nothing will happen".

You laid there just in silence just listening to his soft breathing evening out quickly as he quickly drifted off to sleep. You blinked a few time still touched by the kindness in his words when a soft snore fell from his lips you realized he was asleep and probably going to hurt his neck if he kept leaning against your bed like that. Slipping from your bed you tried to silently pad to your wardrobe to get out a spare blanket and pulled one of the pillows off your bed, slowly tipping him on to his side beside your bed you slipped the pillow beneath his head and covered him so he wouldn't be cold before you settled back into bed and drifted off to the soft sounds of his breathing and his words drifting through your mind.

When morning eventually arrived you could hear sounds coming from the kitchen, albeit it quiet sounds, you stretched and move to get up and use the bathroom only to stop in your tracks when you remembered Felix had fallen asleep beside your bed. Looking on the floor you noticed that the blanket was folded and placed on top of the pillow in the spot he had been in. Furrowing your brows you weren't sure if you were sad he was no longer there or happy that you didn't need to have an awkward conversation about why he was emerging from your room. Slipping into the shower you brushed your teeth before you got changed into something nicer than your normal sweats and hoodie which you hoped Seung or Innie wouldn't fuss about and made your way out in search of food.

"Wow you look good this morning" Seung whistled lowly trying to tease you.

"Shut up Seung I need coffee and food as a reward for being woken up in the middle of the bloody night by drunken hoodlums" you poked your tongue out at him as you wandered across the room past the still sleeping Han and Changbin. "Weren't there more of them?" you gestured with your thumb to the unconscious pair.

"Yeah Felix and Chan went out to get us breakfast for crashing here and waking you up" he explained handing you a mug of coffee.

"Thank you, remind me to thank them too" you smiled blowing on the cofee for a moment before sipping.

"I also didn't know you had a baseball bat in your room" he joked as he made a cup for himself.

"Well I need to be able to defend myself" you shrugged moving to sit at the table and wait for the others to return.

"Ow my head" you heard Han whine as he started coming around.

"I'll get you something don't move around too much" you giggled silently taking a glass of water that Seungmin had put on the bench top and some painkillers over to Han.

"Hey bedside service I could get used to that" He smiled his eyes barely open to look at you.

"Yeah I wouldn't if I was you" Felix quipped putting a couple of paper bags on the counter as Chan placed a tray off coffees next to it, Han chuckled and Changbin groaned tiredly.

"Can I get some painkillers too please?" he mumbled softly.

"Of course big guy" you grinned handing him some paracetamol and going to grab him the other glass of water "I mean it's only fair since I nearly maimed Han with a bat thinking you were robbing us".

"Hold on that did happen?" Han scratched his head look confused.

"Breakfast is ready" Seungmin interrupted making your eyes light up as you turned to watch him put your favorite pastry on a plate for you, totally missing the look of utter adoration that crossed Felix's face seeing you look so happy over such a small thing.

a/n: Another short and sweet chapter but thank you for reading and as always and comments, reblogs or live are cherished. I love the shit out of you guys xx

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[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Long Distance: Dean Winchester x Reader

WC: 1468

Summery: An online dating app leads to a long-distance relationship.

Part 1. Part 2

Warning: None, not proofread!

Honestly, it was a stupid idea. What hunter does online dating? What hunter goes on an app designed to help caregivers and age regressors meet? He must be the dumbest hunter to exist.

However, here he was setting up a profile. Username: Impala79. Likes: Pie, Cars, and Mythology. The questions continued on, luckily all were easy. The website didn’t require a profile picture, even showing distaste for the idea, as to “allow you to meet someone without the constraints of social beauty standards”.

When the profile was done being set up, he was allowed to swipe through content. The app expanded past being a matching app, it had a marketplace designed for age regression, some general group chats, some blogs, and one-on-one chats. Dean clicked onto a few blogs and liked a couple, before clicking onto a small blog that was just a bunch of drawings. After looking through the blog, he realized it was an age regressors coloring book for when they were big and little. There were many little coloring books, where the colours went through the lines, and big space portraits drawn of actors and mythical beasts, where everything was perfect.

Dean couldn’t help but follow and like, it was so cute to see how proud the little one was of all of their art. Halfway through his scrolling through the blog, Sam came slamming into his room with a case. A simple salt and burn, a quick in and out less than an hour away. 

With everyone packed, they rushed to the ghost haunting. Dean was completely unaware of the new message on his account, or the nervous fidgeting of the sender at the fact he hadn’t replied in the first few hours. Sam watched as Dean complained about wanting to go home the second they arrived at the house being haunted by an angry old lady. However, the whining did not last long as the case was solved with ease, and they left before sunset.

Dean was freshly showered and laying in his bed, opening his laptop to scroll through his newly found profile some more. Shock washed over him as he saw two notifications, both from the art blog’s owner, (Your Username). They followed him and sent a message. 

(Y/U): Hiya! Thank you so much for the follow and likes! I see you like pies and mythology, SO COOL! I love mythology, but I always want to learn more! :))

Dean: Hey Sweetheart, all your drawings are so pretty. Like seeing how you draw banshees, looks like you saw one in real life lol. Maybe one day I could get a drawing from you?

The message was sent, however, now it was late. They most likely would be asleep if they were a good little (girl/boy/one). So Dean closed the laptop again, nervous to see the response in the morning. Intrusive thoughts crept in ‘what if he crossed a line’ or ‘what if they don’t reply’. Dean decided to roll over and shove his face into the pillow, and pretended to disappear.

The alarm clock blares, it was 10:30 am. When did Dean set this alarm? Why would he set this alarm? Realization crept in, Sam must have set it when Dean was busy showering the day prior. Dean got up slowly, moaning and groaning due to his sleepy state. Wrapping himself in a robe, and trudged towards the kitchen, a scowl etched on his face.

“Good to see you up before noon!” Sam said, sitting at the kitchen table with his computer looking for cases. 

“Only cause of you, Jerk!” Dean grunted, flinging open the fridge doors in hopes of finding something delicious. All he found was what he considered to be ‘rabbit food’, luckily for him, there was a fresh pot of coffee right next to the fridge, which he quickly spotted. He poured himself a cup and sat down in front of Sam. Silently sipping his coffee glaring at the computer sam was using. 

Once the cup of coffee was gone and the liquid gold was circulating in Dean’s veins, his eyes shot wide open. He realized the age regressor he messaged with last night, most likely replied and was waiting for his reply. With no hesitation, Dean stood up, through his mug in the sink, and ran full force out of the kitchen towards his room. Nothing was going to get in the way of his responding to the tiny artist that messaged him the day before. His computer was flung open and the profile was opened. One notification.

(Y/U): Good morning!!! Sorry, I fell asleep really early last night… Thank you so much! I work really hard on my art, I usually use old mythology books to draw them! I would love to draw for you one day! Anyways what are you up to today? :))

Dean: Hey, no worries. Glad you got some needed sleep. I’m not planning much, might go to a local diner or drive a little unless I get called into work. What about you?

The message was barely sent before it was marked as read and a bubble with three dots popped up. Soon their message popped up.

(Y/U): I did all my work already, so now I get to watch tv and relax. I might ummm you know, then color and watch my little pony or something like that…

Dean: a little shy about your regression? 

(Y/U): Yeah… It’s different posting about it than talking about it one-on-one with someone. Ya know?

Dean: We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. But you should know I would love to get to know little you along with big you…

(Y/U): Really?

Dean: Really. 

After that, the two continued talking for hours over the next few days. The pair had grown comfortable to the point where they could share just about anything. However, hunting was kept secret. Soon with their close bond, they were messaging for a month.

Dean: Hey little one, do you have a PO box? I have something I really wanna send to you

(Y/U): No PO box, but here is my address (address)

Dean: Baby, don’t go sending your address to everyone okay?

(Y/O): Okay, only sending it to you!

Dean: Good, you are such a smart little one, aren’t you?

(Y/O): mhmm, are you good to call tonight?

Dean: I am unless I get called into work.

(Y/O): okay…

The two went about their days until the clock hit 8 pm. Dean's phone began ringing.

“Hello, this is Dean speaking,” Dean grumbled, not wanting to be called into a case. However, his demeanor suddenly shifted as a light giggle-filled his ears. 

“Your voice is deeper than I expected…” The voice was small and shaky. (Y/N) was obviously very nervous about being on call with him for the first time. 

“You sound just as sweet as I expected,” Dean chuckled, and the other end giggled again. “How was your day, sweetheart?” 

“It was good but long… I wanna be little but I should finish up this spreadsheet, then I’ll have all of tomorrow off…” They sighed, struggling to stay big with all the work left to do. “Sorry, how-”

“How much do you have left to do?” Dean asked as he lay back on his bed. 

“I think 15 minutes more, it's just hard cause I’m feeling so out of it…” They mumbled.

“Sweetheart, you work really hard for those 15 minutes,” Dean paused for a minute, “and, then, you can be as little as you need, until 9:30.”

“Okay, you’ll stay on the phone with me while I work, right?” The whisper was almost desperate.

“Yes, sugar.” 

This simple sentence sent (Y/N) into 15 minutes of hard work. Although, those 15 minutes were filled with mumbled complaints. The completed spreadsheet was marked with an excited squeal.

“I DID IT!” (Y/N) yelled all too loud.

“Indoor voice, little one.”

“Okay… sowwy,” Being tired, slowly slipping into a younger head space caused them to be much more sensitive. (Y/N) was well aware they weren’t in trouble, however, they couldn't help but get teary-eyed.

“Baby, you aren’t in trouble. Just don’t want you to upset your neighbors, or get a sore throat,” Dean gently said to her, “Now you only have an hour and 15 minutes to play before you need to go to sleep so why don’t you put on some of your cartoons and play with your toys?”

“Okie, can you read me a bed time story after?” They felt truly cared for and looked after, like Dean was really their daddy. For now, he was just a friend and babysitter, but (Y/N) decided to let themself imagine for tonight.

[carelesscatastrophe]

New Beginnings

Pairing: M x Fab, Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: nothing but a little angst, it's a smooth transition into writing again and it's mostly plot build-up. This will probably be multiple parts if this goes over well. (Oh and one f-bomb)

Word count: about 1600

You were a new wolf, having just triggered your curse. Moving to a town that you thought would offer you a fresh start as a supernatural being, you seemed to be mistaken as you met the light-eyed, suspicious hybrid who would do anything and everything to keep his family safe from what he deemed to be a potential threat

You were looking to start a new chapter in your life as a bright, twenty-something-year-old woman. Sometimes it didn’t really seem possible- not with everything that had happened. You had triggered your curse. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you were at that bar on a drab corner of the streets of New York. He came at you quickly, with anger, and you just reacted. You never meant to hurt him- and yet when push came to shove he had underestimated you. He hit his head and even though you called an ambulance as soon you came to your senses, he passed away on his way to the hospital. You claimed self-defense; he already had a record. You got off. 

You knew what you were even though you had been adopted by a nice, normal family as a child. You remembered enough before you had been given away to know what was coming on the night of the next full moon. You also knew there was a supernaturally infested town in Louisiana, and so that is where you went. You knew of the powerful family that lived there, and the surrogate son. You knew there was some mix of a daughter, as well as a coven of witches. Just because you knew of it all didn’t mean you knew what anybody looked like, but you were sure that you’d be able to just tell- I mean there must be some supernatural radar- right?

Fine, you really had no idea what you were doing. 

You managed to get a cute little apartment in the French Quarter, and you were happy about it because, at any point of the day, there was music, art, and laughter. The atmosphere was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and you hadn’t seen one supernatural being the entire week you’d been there so far. That didn’t mean they hadn’t spotted you though. Marcel Gerard always knew when somebody new moved into town. He had seen you more than once and had a litter of day walkers keep tabs on you. He knew that one could never be too safe when something new moved into his town. Not after everything. 

Being new to the town, you had googled “events near me” on your laptop to see if there was anything you could attend. You wanted to keep a low profile but you certainly didn’t want to be lonely forever. There were so many options, but you chose to go to an art exhibit for an unknown artist. If they were unknown, they had to be good to be shown regardless of their anonymity. That’s where you were on Saturday evening, five days before your first full moon. The art was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but admire all of the work adorning the walls. You were so caught up in the painterly strokes that you didn’t notice the gentleman creeping up to your side until he was practically hovering over you. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”, you murmured to the man beside you without looking at him. He hummed in response, prompting you to look toward him. “Not much of a conversationalist, I see. That’s okay, I usually talk enough for two.”, you joked. The man beside you was attractive, to say the least. He had pretty eyes and the slightest curve to his nose. Not to mention your biggest weakness, the soft curls. Gosh, he was pretty. “It’s lovely”, he confirmed, and you were shocked to hear the English twang in his voice. It wasn’t what you expected, and it only made him more attractive. You breathed out an awkward sigh, before mustering your best-extroverted impression, “I’m Y/N”. He squinted his eyes at you in the slightest- almost unnoticeable way, before offering you a smile. “Klaus”, he returned. There was a familiarity to the man that you couldn’t put your finger on. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Klaus”, you smiled, before glancing back at the work you were admiring minutes before. He was analyzing you once you had looked away. He knew what you were, and yet, he could tell that you had absolutely no idea who- or what- he was. Even if you had no idea who he was, he couldn’t be too safe. Anybody could have compelled you to be there, doing their bidding. You could be there to harm his child and his family.

The next time you looked at him, you couldn’t look away. “Who are you, and why are you in my city?”. His pupils dilated, and his brows furrowed. The tone of his voice dropped into one of hostility, and that’s when it clicked for you. This man was trying to compel you, and he had said it was his city. His city… Bingo. The powerful, eternally immortal family you had done minimal research on. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you knew he could hear it. He could see the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead, and he definitely noticed you twisting the ring on your index finger. You didn’t know enough about vampires to know if they could tell if you were lying, so you chose to tell the truth. Oddly, it seemed like the safer option rather than pretending to be compelled. You figured that would get you killed. Swallowing the ball in your throat, you dropped your eyes downwards. “I’m- uh- well I’m on vervain”, you confessed and within a second you were behind the gallery in the dimly lit lighting. He was watching you cautiously, inquisitively. “You didn’t choose to lie, a brave move, Darling”, he said condescendingly, and at this point, there wasn’t a single bone in your body that would have allowed you to make eye contact. You were going to die a week into your new chapter.

Swallowing again, you blinked back any of your fearful tears before clearing your throat, “Look, I just moved here okay? My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I really did not mean to come anywhere I didn’t belong. It’s just- um”, your voice caught in your throat. You hadn’t told anybody what you had done to that man yet, only the cops knew. He took a step closer to you and you put up your hands in surrender- God, you weren’t cut out for this life. “I- I triggered my curse okay? And, fuck. I don’t know what you want me to say so that you don’t kill me right now but I just heard this town had lots of people like me and I don’t know anybody else who is like me. Really- I- I just thought that maybe I would be safer here, but clearly, it’s not very safe and I haven’t even shifted yet and I’m already so scared so can you just get it over with if that’s what you’re going to do anyway?”. It all came out so fast, you always did that when you were nervous.

He hung onto every word you said, listening to the racing of your heart to detect any dishonesty. You were being sincere. “Well I wasn’t planning to bloody kill you behind my art exhibit!”, he snapped, which honestly offered you little relief. His art exhibit? You wanted to comment on it, but you were just so scared. Not two weeks ago you were just the everyday human, and now you’re face to face with a man that fuelled nightmares. He was still watching you, he could sense your fear. You were young, experiencing something completely unknown to you. A breath of innocence despite the blood on your hands that had triggered the curse. Your heart was beating like that of a hummingbird, and you looked so small- trembling close to the corner he had backed you into. He wasn’t going to kill you, but he also wasn’t going to let you out of his sight until he knew for sure you would not be a danger to his family. He considered his choices, knock you unconscious and take you home with him, dragging you kicking and screaming. Though, he doubted you would put up much of a fight given how scared you already were. “Come with me.”, he practically ordered, causing your eyes to snap up to his- but his back was already turned, leading the way to wherever he was taking you.

You followed, at first. Cautiously creeping behind him as if he was going to explode and douse you with the flames of his past aggression. Once you were out of the little backlit corner you had been in, you made the snap decision to run. You didn’t make it far before he was right in front of you- bewildering you once again with the inhuman speed and looking even more terrifying now that there was a fire dancing behind his eyes. “Wrong choice, little wolf”, he muttered, before grabbing onto your wrist tightly and practically dragging you behind him. This time, you couldn’t help but let a few tears out as he grabbed onto you, hoisting you up. Within mere moments you were in what you imagined to be the inside of a castle. What have you gotten yourself into?

[dream-meister-translations]

WOLF GAME

THE WOLF GAME - PART 6

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MERRY : Well, would ya look at that~? Seems like a sheep has been killed earlier than expected!

CHIE KOMIYA : Wh-Whoa! Wh-Where did you come from? 

MERRY : So, then in accordance with the rules, the Wolf Trial will begin twelve hours from now! Spend the next twelve hours wisely and find all the clues you can! See ya later~!

The first murder had occured, cementing this as reality. There was no more denying what was happening or hoping that we could all survive. As I stared at the cold dead corpse, my heart was pounding rapidly in my chest...

KOU NIIMURA : You're all acting shocked and confused, when there is no doubt that one of you is the wolf who killed her.

RINTAROU IIDA : The Wolf Game is finally starting~

After a moment of awkward silence, we all agreed to search the room for any clues that might help us win the trial. 

ME : Hm...There are some bath supplies...

ME : Weird, there are children's toys in here too...This rubber duckie looks like it's been used a lot for many years, but it's in pretty good condition...Must have been treasured by it's owner....

ME : Whose could they be...? It's not like a child lives here...Right? I dunno, it's creeping me the fuck out...

Misaki is bent over the sink with tears rolling down her eyes, throwing up into it.

ME : (Misaki seems real messed up by the sight of the body...I should probably leave her alone for now...)

ME : Huh...There are various different kinds of detergents in here...Why such a large variety? 

He approaches Rintarou who is in the shower happily washing up.

ME : (That Rintarou is a really weird guy...Who would take a shower at a time like this? It's like he doesn't even care about the dead body...He must have nerves of steel...)

He heads to check in the kitchen which is nearby.

ME : Half the shelves in here are empty...There's enough space for a person to fit...And a knife on the sink...I wonder if someone used this for cooking? It's covered in oil...

Osamu approaches him, looking at the knife.

-

Osamu Nagai, 36 years old.

He teaches Japanese to middle school students. He seems kind, but often times difficult to read. He likes novels and antique knick-knacks. He carries around a journal in which he is always meticulously recording everything that happens. He has wild, unkempt hair. Does he not care about it?

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OSAMU NAGAI : I never thought a murder would actually happen...This has become really serious all of a sudden...

ME : Yes, it has...This is the first time I've ever seen a dead body...

OSAMU NAGAI : It's the first time for me too...Judging by where and how she's bleeding, my bet is she was stabbed with a knife. That's why I came over to get a better look at that knife. It sure is suspicious.

He continues to look around for clues.

ME : Hm...There's a tea set here. It feels so out of place...

ME : I wonder what's in this box...? Huh...Looks like a notebook inside...Is this a recipe or something? It appears to be carefully handwritten...

ME : What the hell is all of this doing here? Does this mean someone was living here...? 

In the notebook the following is written : "Our favorite hamburgers." "Use plenty of ground meat." "Big sis likes them with cheese." "That cute girl wants a big sunny-side-up egg." "For health, always serve the carrots and green peppers." 

ME : This is so weird...

He approaches Kou who is examining the surroundings.

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Kou Niimura, 21 years old.

A young man who is skilled in IT. He taught himself how to program and always carries around a laptop everywhere he goes. He's intelligent and has a sharp intuition. It would be best for us sheep if he never becomes a wolf. He dislikes relying on others. 

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KOU NIIMURA : Based on the state of the body, I can only assume the murder weapon is a knife. That's why I came to the kitchen to investigate...But, the only knife I could find was covered in oil and clearly used for cooking.

ME : (Does that mean this knife isn't the murder weapon...?)

He continues to look around the room, finding a strange book with a wolf and sheep on the front of it.

ME : Huh, it's a book titled "The Sheep and The Wolf." Maybe I should read it...

The book reads : "Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there were two good friends called the wolf and the sheep. One day, as they were spending time together in their favorite hang out spot, the sheep noticed a hunter aiming a gun at them from behind the wolf. The sheep tried to shout out to the wolf, 'Run!' But fear consumed her and no words came out. So scared that she'd be killed too, she ran away and left the wolf behind. While hiding and trembling, she watched as the wolf was shot and killed by the hunter before being skinned and turned into a fur coat. Ever since that day, the sheep lived in hiding, always regretting what she'd done. Years passed, and the sheep tried her best to forget the wolf completely. But one day, while walking through the forest, a wolf appeared in front of her. He said, 'I am the son of the wolf who was killed that day. When I was still a child, my father died because you were too scared to save him. You abandoned him.' And then she was slaughtered by the wolf."

ME : The story ends there...What is this book? It's title makes me think it's related to this Wolf Game somehow...

[growingpains876]

Jared and Max

Part 5: Max

Max wished he could stop feeling guilty. This was never supposed to happen. Jared wasn’t meant to…

It started 5 weeks ago.

Max liked bigger guys. He discovered this as he watched his high school football teammates who hadn’t made any college teams slowly put on weight as they became less active and busier with school or work. This got him searching for like minded individuals, and he quickly found all of the gainer websites. He couldn’t believe how many people that were out there who were just like him. He thought he was probably an encourager, but the idea of gaining also intrigued him.

One day, as he surfed his usual sites a peculiar ad popped up on his laptop. It was for a drug called MAX 3.0. It claimed it would increase a person appetite, and testosterone, helping them gain weight and muscle faster, as well as other things. Which was a little vague, but didn’t stop Max’s curiosity from being peeked.

He knew he would most certainly get a virus if he clicked on the link, but the ad was so specific. It played into every single one of his fantasies as an encourager and more. Before he knew it, he had placed an order for three of the magic pills. It had cost $150 dollars per pill. It was money he didn’t have to be honest. “I guess I’ll just have to find a Summer job.” He mumbled as he clicked the purchase button.

Now he barely had enough money for food for the rest of the semester. He instantly regretted his decision. Then the day came, and he got a package in the mail. It was the MAX 3.0! It came! It was real! Well, at least they sent him sugar pills or something.

He was impressed with the wrapping though, he went over to the couch to open the package. The MAX 3.0 had come in a small metal box. The inside of the box was wrapped in red felt, like a jewelry box, and the three pills thatwere beautifully displayed. They had a certain air about them, almost as if they were glowing. Maybe they were real. He really hoped so. Reading the instructions he saw that he was supposed to mix them with water. He promptly took a pill and plopped it into his water bottle. Just then Jared came home from class.

“Hey Max! You ready to go to the gym?” Startled, Max hid the box of pills under a pillow on the couch.

“Jared! You’re back early!”

“Yeah, I skipped my last class of the day. I need sometime to look over my lines tonight.” Jared was so nervous about his first professional gig to play Romeo. It was sort of cute to see him work so hard on it ever since he got the job a week ago.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I can go to the gym now!”

“Perfect! I just need to change, and then let’s go.” Jared and Max made eye contact. Max had always found Jared a little attractive. Who wouldn’t? He was one of the most objectively attractive people Max had ever seen. He had always been just casually interested, but knowing that Jared would almost certainly maintain his gym rat status for the rest of his life turned Max off a little. The guy was dedicated to staying fit.

“Hey Max, do me a favor and mix my pre-workout?”

“Sure, no problem.” With Jared out of the room, Max had time to put the pills in a safe spot. He opened the cupboard where he kept his junk food. Jared never looks in here, he thought, as he tucked the box of pills behind a bag of chips. Then he started to pull out the pre workout for Jared, and mixing it for him.

“Thanks for making the pre work out for me. You ready to go?” Jared asked, walking into the kitchen. In his hand was the water bottle Max had put the pill into, and it was already half empty. Jared was bringing it up to his lips again, and Max was going to stop him, but what was he going to say? Stop, I put a drug that is probably not FDA certified in there? That would not go well. Max froze up, and watched almost in slow motion as Jared brought the water bottle to his lips and quickly gulped down the rest.

“Uh, Max? You good?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m just mixing some up for myself now.” Max hoped he didn’t sound too obviously nervous.

“Okay, I was just asking.

That was the moment Max vowed to never tell him.

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That all felt so long ago. Max had since tried to convince himself that the pills were fake. But then, Jared had relaxed a bit at the gym and put on a little weight, which excited Max to no end. Jared had told Max himself that he was trying to enjoy his last semester by hanging out with friends, which often led to partying, drinking, and eating out, so of course he would put on a little weight, that was natural. But Max couldn’t get the pill out of his mind. Every time Jared ate more than usual Max would be reminded of what he had done, when he saw Jared for the first time shirtless in weeks and his six pack had disappeared behind a thin layer of fat, Max had to go to the bathroom to jerk off, and when Jared’s belly began to be noticeable through some of his t-shirts heavy guilt began to settle in.

The deed weighed on him, and only got worse after Jared had left. In Max’s mind there was only one way to settle this once and for all. He would just have to take the pill himself to prove that it was fake. He popped it in and swallowed. “I feel better already.” And he went off to his new job at Pizza universe.

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Max hadn’t realized how excited he was to start working at Pizza Universe. One of his friends, Julie, had helped him get the job, and if nothing else they would have a good time when they worked the same shift. Besides that, getting free pizza wasn’t a huge downside either. Maybe he was just hungry, but pizza sounded really good right now.

“Welcome to…” Julie stopped mid sentence, “Max!”

“Hey! You gonna show me the ropes on your first day?”

“That’s right! and we’re super under staffed so I’m glad your here.”

Julie wasted no time, she gave Max his work uniform, a black polo that fit him well, clinging to his impressive chest and thick arms, and immediately starting to train Max on everything he needed to know. It was a lot. He hadn’t realized there would be so much to learn. He had a 5 hour shift that day, and towards the end he was beginning to feel starved. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hungry, but it had been a stressful day, and smelling and seeing the steaming pizza didn’t help either. Max didn’t realize it, but he had stopped moving and was staring at the pizza he was packing up.

“Don’t drool on the pizza.”

Max broke out of his stupor. He laughed, “Sorry, I’m just starving. I think I need to eat something soon.”

“No worries, there is one part of training that almost everyone enjoys.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, pizza tasting. Every employee has to try each pizza on the menu at least once, so at the end of the day, we make one pizza just for us to try.” It was music to Max’s ears.

“Thank God, because I don’t think I could go on much longer.”

“Actually, you can have that pizza, I think you drooled on it anyway. I’ll finish up closing and you go eat, the first day is hard I know.”

Max wasn’t going to argue, even though he was pretty sure he hadn’t drooled on it, probably. The pizza was just a plain cheese pizza, but it was fresh, and Pizza Universe used high quality ingredients. He eagerly took a bite. It was amazing! He swore he’d never eaten anything this good in his life. It was the perfect pizza. The crust light and flakey, the sauce fresh and full of flavor, and it had a generous helping of cheese on top. He quickly finished the slice.

“This is amazing!”

“I liked it at first too, but you’ll get tired of it. After your third week of eating pizza everyday, you’ll want to eat anything but pizza.”

“We’ll see about that. Can I get a drink?”

“Of course, working here would be unbearable if we didn’t at least have a few perks.”

Max got a large root beer. It was a crime to eat pizza without a soda.

He surprised himself by nearly finishing the pizza. There were only two slices left by the time he had his fill.

“Wow, you were hungry.” Julie said as she wiped off a table near Max. Max patted his stomach.

“I feel so good! Is this heaven? Did you put something in this?” Julie laughed.

“Just sauce and cheese. But you better be careful, if you do that everyday your uniform won’t last long.”

Max thought that didn’t sound too bad actually.

“What do we do with the left over pizza at the end of the day?”

“We usually throw it out. You can take it home though. There’s no rule against it. When I started I took every pizza home. In a week my fridge was completely full, and I ended up needing to throw it out anyway.” Max thought it was a shame to waste perfectly good pizza.

“I’m trying to save up for a trip actually. So I wouldn’t mind the free food.”

“Help yourself, those are just going in the trash any way.” There were 3 partial pizzas still in the display case, totaling about two pizzas all together. He was going to save so much money.

When Max got home, he was already starting to feel munchy again, and finished the last two slices of his cheese pizza. It was a big eating day for him. He had a big appetite, but usually he ate pretty lean meals. He stomach felt tight. He might have over done it, but he regretted nothing. He had thoroughly enjoyed every bite. He took his clothes off and laid on the couch. There was one good thing from Jared being gone, he could wear his birthday suit around the house as much as he wanted.

He flopped on the couch and his 7’’ erect dick slapped against his stomach. The tightness of his stomach was arousing him. He began to jack off rubbing his bloated belly. He was going to like this job.

—————

To Max’s dismay, his round stomach from the night before had completely disappeared the next morning . His bloat had gone down, and he was left with the same old mostly flat stomach he’d always had. Since high school he had been thick with muscle, but also a fair helping of fat which made his muscles look even more big and juicy. His pecs were huge and pillowy, his back flared out, giving him a v shape despite carrying a little extra weight on his midsection, making his abs visible only when he flexed.

Max started the next day with a hearty breakfast of cold pizza, which he enjoyed just as much if not more than the pizza he’d had the day before. He didn’t have anything until work at 4. So he went to the gym. He felt stronger than he had in a while. Must have been all those carbs he’d had that morning. The workout made him hungry though so before he left for work he finished off another round of pizza. His pizza stash was already looking low. Only four slices left.

That meant he’d had twelve slices already. That was a pizza and a half. He shouldn’t have been able to put away that much pizza without feeling completely stuffed and sluggish. He was normally a 3-4 slices of pizza kind of guy. Six was a lot for him to casually finish, and if he was honest with himself, he could eat more. It was time for work though. What kind of pizza would he have today, he wondered. He grabbed his keys, which were right next to the MAX 3.0.

All this couldn’t be a coincidence. MAX 3.0 must have been doing this to him. It had all felt so subtle that he hadn’t even realized it. He had occasionally day dreamed of being a gainer himself, but making other people grow had always been his preference. Now he wasn’t sure. Getting bigger really appealed to him at this moment.

The shift in perspective must have been because of the pill. Maybe because he was already somewhat interested in gaining himself the drug took effect much faster. Jared was a total fitness nut, if the MAX 3.0 had made him want to start gaining weight over night, maybe his mind would have rejected it. Max was shocked. He wasn’t sure if he ever would have noticed a change if he’d been given the pill without him knowing. That gave him a demented comfort that maybe Jared wouldn’t have realized something strange was happening either.

Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 2: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690507567697412096/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 3: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690977868213354496/jaredmax

Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/691266302474600448/jared-max

[diariodelissa]

Jake and MC

****Another part of the fanfiction. Jake goes to visit MC in Duskwood. He tells of his history and why he started hacking.

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As he walks through the old alleys of Duskwood toward the MC's apartment, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, Jake's sharp mind reflects on recent changes in his life.

The hacker, who has spent many years moving stealthily through avenues and subways from metropolis to metropolis, always apprehensive and solitary, can now walk peacefully and even, if he wishes, observe passersby and places, unhurriedly. The world he had known since he was a boy was so impassable, gray, and violent that he had never imagined it could present new colors and a sea of possibilities. Never, until he came across a love so intense and so strong that it was able to break through the barriers of a prison and a history of trauma.

He continues on his way, with his thoughts on MC, when he comes across a flower shop.

Hesitant, he enters the store, remembering that the girl likes flowers. He is approached by a friendly and communicative employee who presents him with several options of bouquets and arrangements. He finally opts for an elegant bouquet of 40 red tulips, capriciously wrapped in luxurious black paper and gold ribbon, after the florist describes the meaning of the flower: true and eternal love.

Minutes later, he arrives at MC's apartment. Embarrassed, he waits for her to open the door, smelling a pleasant aroma of coffee.

“ Jake!” - MCs eyes sparkle when he sees the hacker. - “Are they for me? Really? I love the flowers.” - Delighted, she admires the bouquet. - “Thank you!”

The hacker doesn't quite know what to say. Enraptured, he notices that the girl is wearing a light and tight dress, similar to the one in the photo he keeps so fondly.

“There's a card, but I think I'll turn red if you read it in front of me.”

“Are you still blushing?” - she asks, finding his behavior adorable.

“It's ridiculous, I know, a guy acting like that, like he's a virgin boy.” - he blurts.

 “It's not ridiculous at all, Jake!  On the contrary, I think it's so cute!”

Jake sits at the dining table, which is set with a coffee pot, a white porcelain tea set, a basket of bread, butter and jam. The apartment emanates such a good vibe. He listens to a song, probably from a playlist playing on his laptop. Meanwhile, MC puts the flowers in a vase.

 “This game I got from Cleo”. - the girl says. - “She was always annoyed that I only had a few stripped down mugs to serve my guests”. - Pouring the tea into the cup, she hands it to the hacker. - “Here, it's melissa tea with mint. I learned it from my grandmother. It has calming effects and is great for fighting insomnia”.

Realizing that Jake is hesitant, she laughs. - You don't like tea, do you?

The hacker replies. “Actually, I've never been in the habit of taking it”.

 “I can imagine, - MC smiles. - “You must be a fan of energy drinks and coffee”

“You read people very well” - Jake smiles.

"Oh, that wasn't so hard to deduce, you insomniac and night owl hacker! If you want, you don't have to take it. I thought I could help you."

 “That's fine.  It's not that bad” - he jokes.

“You can't tell me that your grandmother, unlike mine, never made you drink those teas with a hundred things in them when you had the flu?”

At this, MC realizes the lapse. “Oh, I'm sorry, Jake! You haven't participated in many family moments, have you?”

The hacker's gaze lingers for a moment, remembering fragments of his life.

"My mother took me away from my maternal grandparents, when I was a very young child. They did not agree with the life she led, always self-destructing or isolating herself. They tried once to get custody of me, but my mother threatened to kill herself"- There is a glimmer of sadness in Jake's gaze, which makes MC's heart squeeze. - "I had a neighbor, who saw my situation, and tried to help me. Her husband was from the government intelligence agency. The couple had no children, so they sort of adopted me for a while. - The hacker gets excited when he remembers the kindly man, who had a personality very similar to his and was just as brilliant.- "He gave me my first high-performance computer and taught me many programming tricks."

"That's great, Jake! He was your male reference.* - MC notes: "Do you still have contact with them?" - she asks, curious.

A new gleam of sadness came over Jake's face.

"He denounced a corruption scheme and ended up being murdered by corrupt government agents. I was in the car when he was shot. -" Shaken, Jake closes his eyes for a moment and continues to relate,"- Afterwards, fearing for his life, his wife left the country.  She wanted me to come along, but my mother wouldn't let me.

MC  asks Jake.

"Jake, does this have to do with the information that you have disclosed in the past?"

"Yes. It was the way I found to avenge his death, which was treated as a robbery". - He recalls the dirty scheme of important government officials, who did everything to cover up the crime. - "It's very complicated to beat them"

"My God!  I am so sorry about that!"

MC wraps her arms around the hacker and, being shorter than him, can hear the uncompensated beating of his heart. The smell of the hacker is so good.

Jake, seeing that MC is so close that he can smell the delicate scent of her perfume, wishes to kiss her ardently. However, he resists, as he wishes to respect the time she has asked him to take.

[thatrosewoodwriter]

girlie can i get some haru dating headcanons?

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

☾ character/s: haruki hinamori

☾ warnings: swearing, a bit of domestic stuffs, fluff, princess ever after spoilers??

☾ notes: thanks for the request! similarly to my julius boyf headcanons, i went overboard, but this time it’s because i feel like i owe haru for shitting on him before princess ever after came out because now i love him :((

he’s a softie

don’t lie to yourselves

sure he’s part of an evil organisation

but, like, he’s soft for you ;v;

you probably have nothing to do with this partizan business

but that’s fine, because he doesn’t really want you involved with that anyway

he met you at a cafe

how cliche

but there were no seats left in the area, so he had to ask you if the seat across from you was taken

and he was ready for you to say no 

but you smiled at him and moved your stuff out of the way for him

you were on your laptop just doing some work and he had brought a book to read while he sipped his coffee and munched on his croissant

ham and cheese if you were wondering

eventually, you glanced at him over the top of your screen at the same time he looked up from his book

and the moment he flashed you that charming little smile of his you were fucking GONE

though haru thought it was really cute how flustered you got

your focus from before wasn’t as strong

he couldn’t say anything though

he read the same paragraph about a hundred times because he was focused on you, not the words-

and you bet your ass that he comes back to that cafe every day just in case you come back

of course you do, it’s your go-to, so he’s heaving a big sigh of relief that he can find you

eventually, you guys subconsciously set up a time to catch up because you guys happened to see each other at the same time every week

how you guys got together was because he gave you a book he annotated for you because you were curious

and he highlighted the words ‘will you be my girlfriend’ as highly important

even though these words were spread over like, 300 pages

you laughed and said yes

the one thing he told you about immediately was his involvement with leviathan

he fully expected you to leave him for that

but instead you caressed his cheek and gave him a soft smile saying it was ok

and he was so grateful for that omg

SO NOW YOU LIVE WITH HIM-

years later, and you live with him in the safe house

because claude ended up really liking you and wanted you to stay

however

the only reason banshee know about you

is because haru was a dumby and forgot food

so you came running in to takeshin gakuen and gave him lunch

that you made for him when you realised he’d forgotten to take it

and he also forgot that the others were there

so he gave you a kiss as thanks as well as a hug

where he goofily sways from side to side and spins y’all in a circle

when you left to go back home everyone was like

‘whomst?’

when he explained it, they all felt like you were too good for him

because you’re so nice n he’s just

leviathan-y

once when you guys went on a date together, he made you a flower crown

he had a picture of it that day

and for your 1 year anniversary

he gifted you that flower crown

but it was like, a genuine piece of jewellery

crystals and all

and that is now on one of those mannequin head thingies in a glass cabinet in your bedroom

you guys often spend the morning together in bed just cuddling

sometimes you guys will talk while you’re half awake

just chattin nonsense

many mornings you’ve woken up to breakfast in bed

and it’s not even a cutesy thing

you just turn on the tv and watch netflix or something while putting your plates on top of the bed and eating like that

if he has to leave early, he’ll get out of bed and make sure not to wake you up, giving you a kiss on the head before leaving

but he always leaves a little origami flower for you to let you know he still loves you ;v;

he purposely leaves a stem on them so you can collect them all and make a bouquet out of them

in return, you often sneak little notes or drawings in his bentos

and he 100% saves them all

also, he’s matched outfits with you on dates before

he thinks it’s funny

but also cute

and shows other people that you’re his

because you cannot convince me he’s not overprotective

he’s shielded you with his body before when he sees others look at you funny

and he kept you behind him just a little bit when you were first introduced to claude

but in public, you’re always in front of him so no one can take you without him knowing

he also gave you a necklace with a button that alerts him if you’re in danger

so

you’re pretty safe with him

haru leaned against the front door to the safe house and sighed heavily, exhausted from that night’s mission. he glanced at his phone and turned it on to check the time, groaning after seeing 3:29 am. pushing off the door, he wandered through the dimly lit building, stopping at the main kitchen to get himself a snack.

opening the fridge, his brows furrowed slightly as he saw a plate with a cover over it, a note on top that read: haru’s dinner <3

a sad smile spread across his lips as he took the plate and put it in the microwave to heat up. as he waited for the soft ringtone from the microwave to signal the end of the cycle, he stared at his lock screen, getting lost in your eyes as you grinned, the original flower crown he made you adorning your head.

‘welcome home,’ a tired voice called from the elevator doors. turning around, his frown deepened, seeing you walk towards him while rubbing your eyes and yawning widely. 

‘i told you not to wait for me, sunshine,’ he said, walking towards you and giving you a warm embrace, kissing your forehead tenderly. ‘you should be in bed.’

‘i couldn’t sleep,’ you mumbled with a small pout. ‘i like it when you’re there to cuddle me.’

haru’s heart melted on the spot and he smiles gently, giving you another kiss on the head. ‘we can cuddle soon, i promise. i’ll just wait for the yummy dinner you made me to finish and we can go to bed.’

‘ok...’

quickly taking the food out of the microwave, he ushered you back into the elevator, rubbing your side softly with one hand while holding the plate of food in the other, relishing in the feeling of your body against his.

waddling over to your shared bedroom, you plopped down on the bed again, patting haru’s side of the bed to convince him to join you, not that you needed to. swiftly getting changed into his pyjamas, he slid in beside you, eating the dinner you’d cooked in content. he noted the way your eyelids fluttered shut every now and then and placed the empty plate on the bedside table to deal with later.

sliding further into the bed, he rested his head on the pillow, opening his arms for you to settle yourself in. draping the covers over you, he reached to turn the night light off and succumbed to the darkness, finding comfort in the closeness of your bodies and the warmth you shared.

[thesecretattic]

ANOTHER COINCIDENCE More revelation (God, images etc) LAST NOTE before dying:

My hands otherwise have a beautiful shape but I’ve got hyperpigmentation near the elbows and even as a kid I was very conscious (ignore my typos pls I can’t type I’m not in that state) I wud avoid wearing sleeveless as a kid and I was even mocked for hiding it as a grown up, I saw another blogger having that and it seemed normal, she wouldn’t hide it… in today times some are breaking these beauty standards while others are revelling in superficiality, I never stalked Harsh after 2016 Feb (there was some fanclub which led me to Jiya in Oct 2022) in his phone pics I had noticed that his arms were looking like that too from down (mine is also only in and around the elbow region external) and I thought he was like me, that’s why I chose him I didn’t know he was fair (until last year)

I have those old pics in my previous laptop it was the camera’s fault, I thought he was like me and then all those signs and coincidences suggested that he was my soulmate www.lilacnights.com/post/stupid-cupid

I have this intrinsic naturally occurring love for him which has overlooked and justified (vindicated) everything till now like an exception, that makes me believe we are soulmates, I also knew his moustache pic, the fiery eyed shot and the other face long before I’d seen it which is impossible, I always had it in mind. They say your soulmate is the one whom you’ll recognise, I never thought it meant that in LITERAL SENSE like for real! I’ll tell you which one or which phase I was the most attached to, without seeing it (I never saw him after 2016 Feb but I came across these images at some point and I was surprised cuz I always had those faces in mind) anyway the fiery eyed was the one I was the most attached to, except for the demonic eyes. It was a shot from some show idk which one it was associated with his old number which now belongs to some Bhavsar community.

All after meeting Harsh I don’t want to blame him but I would always say I deserved the way my hand would be pulled and twisted during childhood and teens it could’ve easily caused carpel tunnel the nerves would get crushed and pulled I would feel choked and I would scream in pain it was stretched beyond limit but I would swallow it all with my tears hoping one day someone will come and my life would be the opposite but 8 years of my youth went here in the same house which is a SHAME.

I felt like I deserved it due to that part after how he behaved with me, I’m dying and I feel my soul is suffering today and dying without my soulmate because of the exterior and it deserves to be punished, it deserves that pain. Secondly when I said charming in my previous post (regarding that other guy the “cute” post) ppl completely forgot that I had stated long back in one of my quote cards: “I never wanted a Prince Charming, I always wanted Robin Hood” But I had to make people realise that even though girls can easily fall for cute lisp waale sweet talking sugarcoated charmers, do we? Do we leave someone for a rich and charming guy like tht? Is it so easy to change our mind? I wanted to move on later cuz Harsh didn’t want me and I was forcing my myself to like other people but tht guy wasn’t good so I didn’t fall either way, if however “Harsh” would’ve liked me I wouldn’t have left him for that boy, as a soulmate I always loved and respected him. And back then I wasn’t even aware that he was my soulmate, I didn’t have so many signs.

Scary Part

Last but not the least here are a few more things: I am a bit scared I kept asking why all this happened and somewhere some fortune site suggested I was a Guinea pig in God’s experiment where he wanted to see how much a human can survive without dying (his creation) by putting him through immense torture and suffering, remember some counsellor had said “Your threshold was crossed long ago at 17 itself you’ve faced more than anyone I’ve met before…” she had said that in 2016 after that things took a turn for worse and now I’ve faced more than anyone even in hell. He wanted to see for how long his “creation” could survive without dying on their own (without any illness or accident) but lots of grief, unfairness, immense torture, heartbreaks, affliction, cruelty etc. which is worse than murder cuz it’s a slow death based on intense torture or trauma (even in my chronic pain syndrome which is called fibromyalgia my pressure points were tortured with knuckles and fists and I have other Neuro issues too now due to him and everyone cuz he too was in fact even now, is a constant source of stress) But just because God placed me amongst narcissists - they all share the same attitude, same traits same ignorance and blocking even my family members and Preet Harsh they all even share the same birthdate! My mother, Harsh’s mother and even Preet they are all born on 21st Dec, just because he placed me amongst such people it doesn’t mean THEY SHOULD HAVE BEHAVED LIKE THAT and aided god in his plan. How cruel? As people we could’ve stuck together, after me it will be their turn. I’m not here to say I’m gonna live with that or I’ll be good to “myself” if people are cruel, why? Everyone else has someone or the other? Why should I be with myself? I don’t want to live I always loved him a lot and I loved his old self too even if I miss that Harsh whom I knew in 2015 and I’ll always cry cuz I missed out on him I missed out on the most previous years of both of our lives which will NEVER come back that’s why I feel my body deserves all that abuse and pain cuz it was all because I fell short of the mark… I should’ve been perfect, the prettiest the best looking out of all (I didn’t know what he looked like go read that part again)

I don’t have stamina to explain further and I’ve already shared why girls shouldn’t have so much pressure to look good (in my PREVIOUS post) I will always hate and blame myself even after dying cuz I lost someone I couldn’t imagine losing he was the MOST IMPORTANT to me, I have no future now I’m bed ridden and there’s no help, I tried to look my best for him inspite of what I’ve shared in my previous post and the fact that due to PMS & Ovulation (Almost 14+5 days of the month) and growing stress related illnesses which females are more prone to such as autoimmune one’s and Fibro + a different metabolic and hormonal system it’s difficult for us to be perfect, this includes the hair fibre, the skin, the weight, our nerves and sensitivity, haemoglobin count, cortisol level, sebum level, ph levels, I think Indian men should be taught this in science books instead of how daffodils and plants mate or how pollens are formed, basic science like I said - It hurts girls so they have to be aroused and for that 99% of the girls aren’t interested in male parts so these men need to be attractive NOT women, we have assets we don’t need that face or body it anyway doesn’t hurt men at least that doesn’t happen in their case. Even flower buds don’t open easily, so STOP digging ur head in that stupid science book like raffish disgusting pervy teen that you are and start UNDERSTANDING how things work, in India girls have no choice they have to settle on the man who chooses us! And 80% of them are not even men they are flabby pansy/effeminate “jolly” hubby material, no one wants that! How can we get aroused? No face no body and it’ll hurt us then, they are so dull and average even on the intellectual level they lack sophistication or even basic knowledge about things how will we communicate on the same level? And there’s a reason why we have the word “Rape”. Wth? I wasn’t born for this, they are not my responsibility STOP breeding them. Boys here are not taught all this No one works on their personality they NEVER grow into “Men” they end up getting pansy or feminine due to overpampering. I’m not here for all this nonsense. I have ONLY loved one man in my entire life and he didn’t even have a gym body he’s very lean he’s not muscular like certain pics (from that Saloni vid 🥺😢) but at least he’s not girly! Or that rolly polly jolly “hubby” material and girls are expected to instantly sleep with such people what is this modern day kotha? My mother did say one thing which was true - yes girls do feel like that as if they are in some red light area, they are treated that way even as housewives for money or monthly maintenance and it’s not easy for girls to work even in abroad, two girls had the same complain while travelling at night through a bullet train (regarding molestation) they were shocked, maximum foreigners are very good at hiding I know so many of them they are just doing blogging as a hobby and it’s their husbands who earn I’m not going to be foolish enough, I wanted to design homes for people but you can’t entirely rely on that, you need to find a safe and secure workplace, I’ve met such horrible managers and stuff even married ones at 21 itself I know how cringey it is.

You can’t rely on these things, I know someone from my childhood days (not that bully friend) she doesn’t have fibro or anything like me but her parents gave asked her to stop working cuz she faints and gets low pressure she’s internally weak and delicate like me, and like I just said for girls (all the health related things which I’ve mentioned above) it’s not easy to work so much.

I’m not a pseudo feminist to say I don’t want maternity leave I don’t want any break if I’m sick I’m just like my male colleagues, NO I’m a girl and secondly the reason why somehow e’s guys get more pay than us because their entire family depends on them and their wives are more busy with the kids so they don’t work moreover like I said it’s not easy for all females to work, they have shared this multiple times, they are the sole bread winner in the family so even their kids rely on them. A lot of Girls (single) who are earn as much as 80k fight for the remaining 10k difference between them and their male colleagues, as kids there were times when we would think several times before ordering a dessert, that “10k” will not even cover the basic school fees (in today’s times) of your colleague’s children. Coming back to the main topic I have missed him a lot in all these 8 years and I love him I wish I would’ve been likeable, I never wanted him to feel old I just can’t stop hating myself I loved him even if he would’ve had wrinkles unfortunately whether alive or dead I’ll always love him even in old age… which is very hurtful for me, cuz he hates me and he likes other people, he was my soulmate 53-23 were mine and his marriage signs they are always seen in pairs I have seen so many of them since the past few days that too TOGETHER 🧿 It all started with a fortune reading (but I had received Zara Rajput sign and a few more long ago) The reading said something when I asked where will I meet my future husband and it said something which suggested that I have already met him and it was right we had met on 2nd April right there on an app and it had a word directly linked to that, and then it also indicated - SOMEONE IN THEIR 30s matured and the card stood for artists, poets, writers and actors (batons are for those who are into agriculture or farming, property/construction etc. anything to do with soil where you dig a baton stick, swords indicate medicine, law firms, doctors, scientists, anything that requires incisive intellect, cups are for writers, artists, designers, painters, actors, who are more emotional and expressive and pentacles or coins are obviously for businessmen, traders, bankers etc.) ever since that care came up as in someone in their 30s and from one of those fields mentioned above BEFORE the brackets I thought it was someone else, he too would’ve been in his 30s now + into acting because Harsh was impossible I had not met that other guy on that app which it indicated but I had met him there later on… but then I started seeing 53 23 in association with that and 5 is Harsh’s number, 2 is mine.

The devil or whoever/God whoever is doing this is now scaring me more using Harsh by showing me 37 cuz they know that I had last kept 37 age which he is approaching (as he is older than me) as a deadline they know I will keep hoping and then die with another nightmare coming true, and even when/if I had lost all hope I’ve been seeing that cuz they reminded me of it. I don’t know whom to trust. They are USING Harsh cuz they know how he or his family is, they know they are not at all like that and this will only torture me more, someone else should have come and erased my memory with the help of a hypnotist to defeat God and his plan cuz Harsh will do exactly why God has put me in his life as his contrast inspite of being my soulmate he will be very rude and stubborn and he will make sure God succeeds in turning me into a laughing stock, he will do exactly that and I will end up facing more grief and haplessness and I might die which will finish God’s experiment.

The story behind these coincidences was also important it’s shocking, but I have no help or anyone to jot it down. I’m dying by leaving a clue… it said Equinox that word recently came up, it aligns with whatever conclusion I had reached, Scientists too have come up with a similar theory but they couldn’t prove it, I can… Chinese philosophers almost reached a “saying” which will now FIT here, it explains why God is Evil or why we have so much unfairness in this world or why even kids are suffering. IT HAS ALL THE ANSWERS. I had met Harsh on 2nd Oct and 2nd April Equinox had multiple 2s too, and it’s an EXACT dividend I had already reached that point, and it unfolded everything, it explains each and every dream I’ve had as a kid or every coincidence even the bizarre ones related to Preet which is there in my pinned post on Tumblr: TheSecretAttic in the link there amidst my renovation stuff, it’s burning inside my HEAD ITS PAINING a lot I have to die to end this I have no one to share my story with… people were too proud to even hear it, their loss I’ll leave them to this God.

Btw STOP categorising girls as creeps it’s our worst nightmare they are our biggest threat just cuz I got his address it doesn’t mean I’m that I NEVER even went to his house I only sent my gifts through my mom and the driver, I never went there to “meet” him or even near his building to stalk or pry on him in fact I HAD STOPPED going to his area even to the malls cuz he had made me very conscious so I didn’t want him to see and hate me more, it’s other people’s fault who call us also creeps and who inspite of me sharing my number didn’t reach out even for the book, they could have STOP creeping zoning others and yourself, I was ready to move on with someone else since he didn’t want me, you can’t blame me in any manner, it’s all YOU PEOPLE’S fault stop justifying your own superficiality by saying she herself didn’t want to move on or you would’ve looked like a creep pr like me by approaching me and seeing if I needed help! I had to send the gifts to make up for the book and because I loved him and I had no idea if I would even survive so did to fomo I was trying to make the most of the life that was left in me and he would not receive gifts like other celebs YOU too could’ve thought about me (this wasn’t for him) instead of this “creep” thing. My number was always out.

I have to die before the last nail in the coffin which is 37 you know the story behind it I won’t live to see that day when my last hope which I had already lost will now return and mock me by showing me 37 everywhere until it will die, right before my eyes like another 5th Mar episode. I have to die before that no one else came along otherwise God/Devil would’ve lost and I would’ve survived you are responsible for my death Bye - Zara Sauleh