#text: idk i just wanna make my own dinners

[wherewritersgotodie-blog]

Superstitious (Kai Anderson x reader)

“swear on your life you don’t want me.”

warnings: smut. penetration w/o protection. dom!kai. oral (reader receiving). light degradation & taunting. bdsm themes. kinky. idk what else prob smth

You were Winter’s best friend since middle school. Two girls who grew up to have the same values, the same beliefs, and a lot of love for each other. She took care of you, you took care of her.

Every Saturday, you went over to her house for dinner. Sometimes you’d go out to parties, some nights you’d stay in and watch a movie.

So, as always, you knock on Winter’s door at 6pm on Saturday evening with a bag of take-out hanging from your left arm. You waited at the door, almost going to knock again, just before the door swung open, her asshole brother Kai, not Winter, standing at the door. “Hm. My favorite little brat. What can I do for you?” He cocked his head to the side, leaning his arm against the door.

“Uh… I’m looking for Winter?” You say, sliding sideways passed him, underneath his arm.

“She didn’t text you?” he asked.

“No, why?”

“She’s gonna be out tonight. She went to campaign. I thought you were going with her!”

“Oh, fuck!” you say, “I totally forgot. I’m such a flake.”

“It’s fine. She’s good on her own.”

“And she called me this morning. Damn. Whatever, I’m going next weekend. It’s fine,” you say, mostly to yourself. Then you turn and reach out to open the door.

“Hey, wait!” he called out, “You’re taking the food?”

“What, you want it?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, holding out the bag.

“Are you kidding?” he said, taking the bag from your hand and placing it on the table.

“Alright, see ya,” you wave dismissively.

“Bye, slut,” he responded, sitting down at the table.

You get in your car and turn the keys. The car stalls. Shit. You turn the keys again. The engine sputters.

You walk back into the house, your keys swinging around your finger. Kai is lifting weights in the living room when you get back in. He stops to turn and look at you. Those muscles. “Hey, big guy, any idea how to fix an old Honda?”

“Yeah. Get a fuckin’ new car,” he laughs to himself.

“Kai, seriously,” you say with a whiny tone, pouting.

He caves, exhaling. “Fine. You owe me.”

He saunters out to the car, popping the hood. He looks at it for a few minutes. “Well, I could fix it, but my box is in my car. Winter has it,” he says, leaning on the front of the car, crossing his arms.

“Shit,” You say.

“You can wait here ‘til she gets back,” he smirks.

“Uhm, I think I’ll walk home,” You say, looking him up and down, “Thanks…”

“Walk home? Across town? Alright,” he says, slamming the hood shut then walking back toward the house.

You looking down the street, the wind hitting your face, freezing cold. “Ugh,” you say, then run up behind Kai. He holds the door open for you.

“Attagirl,” he says, smirking.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t be a bitch or I’ll make you walk home.”

“You wouldn’t,” you say, smirking, leaning against the doorway.

“I would,” he says, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I totally would.”

You walk to the sink. He watches you bend over the counter slightly and reach up on your tippy toes. “Why are your glasses all the way up on that shelf?” You say, frustrated.

He walks up behind you, grabbing a glass. He then raises his hand to hold up the glass out of your reach. You look at him in frustration. “Come get it,” he smirks.

“Kai, stop,” you say.

“Come get it or I’m not giving it to you.”

“Ugh!” you say, then try to reach up to grab the glass. He lowers it, then pulls it away. You reach up again. “Please?” you ask.

“There we go,” he says, handing you the glass. “Was that so hard?”

“You are a huge dick,” you say, filling up the glass.

“You wanna know about my huge dick?” he whispers in your ear from behind you.

You cringe, scrunching your nose, “Ugh! Gross.” You turn around, taking a sip from your glass.

“Right,” he smirks. He looks down at you, cornering you into the counter, slowly, so you almost don’t notice it. “So you don’t ever think about me?”

“What?” you say, turning red, putting the glass down.

“You don’t think about me fucking you? Ever? You’ve never thought about it once?” he says, leaning his arm on the cabinet.

“I- No! No, I haven’t,” you affirm.

“Really? Swear on your life?” he smirks.

“What?”

“Do you swear on your life you’ve never thought about me fucking you?”

“That’s not fair. You know I’m superstitious about that. I don’t know everything I’ve ever thought!” you retort.

“Fine. Swear on your life you don’t want me. Swear on your life in the past week you haven’t thought about me fucking you and liked it?”

“I,” you pause, panicking. “Fuck this! I’m not doing this with you.”

“I knew it!” he smirks, “I knew you had a crush on me,” he says victoriously, backing away from you completely.

“Oh, you are such an asshole!” you shout, embarrassed.

“And you like it, that’s the fucked up part,” he says.

“Stop,” you glare at him, blushing a deep red, “Seriously.”

He walks up to you again, pressing your back against the counter, putting one hand on the back of your neck, one on your waist. Your breath hitches. Your chest heaves. You blush, looking up at him, eyes flickering all across his face.

“Right,” he smirks, nodding like he had just proven what he knew all along. “Swear on your life you aren’t wet as fuck right now.”

He’s a fucking sadist.

“Kai, please,” you say breathlessly.

“Do it. Do it or I’ll find out myself,” he whispers in your ear.

You feel like you’re drowning, your breath is so heavy. He is relentless.

He waits a moment, smirking at your silence. He then puts his hand down your leggings, over your underwear. When he feels a large pool of wetness through the lacy fabric, he closes his eyes for a moment. “Fuck,” he whispers.

He pulls his hand back up, making sure to brush his fingers over your clit long enough that you ache when he puts his hand back around your waist, pulling you against him.

“How long have you had a crush on me?” he says, looking you in your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you breathe.

“Nah, you do. Tell me,” he said quickly, confidently, the words almost stringing together into one word.

“I don’t know, a couple years,” you mumble.

“A couple years?” he laughs. He slides his hand down over your leggings between your legs again, “Shit, you must like this then.” He rubs you, sliding his hand roughly, even possessively, farther down and up, his middle finger in line with your clit.

You moan, leaning your head against his chest. “Yeah… Yeah, you do,” he says in a mocking tone. You can hear his malevolent smirk. “You like it a lot.”

He uses his other hand to wrap around where your jaw meets your neck, forcing your face up to look at him. “So you do want my huge dick?”

You stare at him, biting your lip. Were you really about to fuck your best friend’s brother? Really? Seriously? No. You should say no. You’re gonna say no.

“Yes.” Shit.

He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, holding you by the back of your head, stroking your hair, and around your waist. You lean your head over his shoulder. He carries you to his room.

He throws you onto his bed.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you, positioned between your legs.

“Not usually,” you deny mindlessly.

He grabs your breasts through your shirt, letting out a low growl. “So you’re just my slut, then?”

You look up at him. “I didn’t say that.”

He then pulls your one leg farther towards him so you’re forced on your side, then he smacks your ass hard through your leggings. You gasp, then blush.

He raises his hand again, smirks and brings it down harder than the first time. You whimper. He rears his hand up one more time, then stutters, searching for your anticipation. He sees your expression carved into your profile. Were you… smiling?

He was rock solid now.

“Shit, you like that?” he laughs. “Anybody ever do that to you before?” he pushes you again onto your back.

“Uh-uh,” you respond.

“Yeah… you are my little slut,” he affirms. Then, he kisses you deeply, holding you by the back of the neck, his other hand wandering down your body, squeezing periodically.

You lean up suddenly, so he offers no resistance. You put your hands up his shirt, pulling it up. He leans down to allow you to pull it over his head. You through it onto the floor.

Everything accelerates viciously after this one move.

He pulls off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. You begin to unbuckle his belt, and he attempts to pull off your pants. It’s chaotic; your hands are clashing, you’re getting in each others’ way.

It becomes, to Kai, at least, a race to see who can get the other bare faster.

Obviously, Kai wins. He pushes your hands to the side many times, pulling your leggings over your legs, unclasping your bra with his one hand (concerning, but you ignore it), throwing it to the floor. Then, he leans down to your hip bones and he pulls your underwear off with his teeth.

You haven’t even finished unbuckling his pants.

He throws your body so your head is against his pillows. He crawls up to you, leaning over you, necklace hanging in your face.

He’s a fucking animal.

Just like you imagined.

He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you. Then, he kneels, legs tucked under themselves, widely spread. He pulls your body up, wrapping you around his waist again. He is holding onto your entire body like his life depends on it, kissing down your neck, sucking on your collar bone. You are scratching at his back, head tilted to the bed, eyes closed.

He throws you back down again, then puts his head between your thighs.

“So easy to toss around,” he talks against you.

He begins working on you with his tongue. You wrap your fingertips in his hair, tugging at it, pressing his face farther into you.

He takes only a few moments of this before he comes back so his face is in line with yours. He grabs your wrists and presses them together above your head. He squeezes them hard for emphasis.

“Don’t move them,” he whispers. You know he’s serious.

He leans back down, continuing to you work you with his tongue. He wraps his arms around the highest place of your thigh, pulling you down into his face.

Your back arches and he chuckles against you. The vibration shakes to your core.

It hits you all at once and you unravel beneath his mouth. It’s so intense you convince yourself you’ve died for a moment.

He leans himself back up to hover over you, wiping his mouth with his hand.

You stare up at him in admiration. He does not miss this. You keep your hands above your head.

He pulls his belt off, laying it next to both of you. Then, he pulls his pants down, along with his boxers, all in one smooth movement.

Fuck. He wasn’t kidding.

What were you even supposed to do with it? Surely all of him wouldn’t even fit inside you.

He smirked as he saw your train of thought reflected on your face.

In one swift motion, he flipped you over so you were on top of him, hovering over his thighs.

He leaned up, grabbing your wrists, putting them together behind your back.

He held them together with his one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. Then, with a few moments and his two hands behind your back, looking into your eyes, he tied your wrists together. You struggled against the leather, but the crafty contraption was totally foolproof.

Then, he grabbed your hips, leaning back to rest his back on the two pillows stacked against his headboard.

“You okay?” he asked with a genuine smile, putting his hand on your arm.

“Very,” you nod.

“Good,” he said, and that was all he needed. He put his hand back on your hip, lifting your body up so you were hovering over his length. “Breathe,” he commanded.

You took a deep breath and he sunk himself into slowly, pulling you down onto him. You dropped your head back, letting a moan escape.

He groaned, also leaning his head back, “Holy shit,” he dragged out the words. “Holy shit. Fuck.”

His grip loosened on your hips as he was fully submerged in you. “Woah,” he whispered. You smiled at the commentary.

He kept his hand on you, pushing you back and forth. You worked on him, rolling your hips and pushing yourself up and down on top of him.

You moaned out as he thrusted himself up into you slightly. It had to be at least eight, you thought.

You both move against each other with an intense rhythm, your hands behind your back, his traveling all across your upper half.

He watches you intently, his mind worshipping the sight of all of you on top of him like this, eyes gliding down your hips, over your stomach, your face as you bit your lip and closed your eyes in ecstasy. He groans deeply, almost growling, digging his fingertips into your hips.

He pushes himself forward so he’s sitting, his one hand behind his back, propping himself up.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back and forth against himself, the entire warmth whole bodies in full contact.

“Fuck, Kai!” you moan.

“Yeah, baby?” he smirks, his forehead coated in sweat.

You feel that you’re going to finish again, and he feels that he will, too. You pull away, looking into his eyes. He looks back into yours.

Then, you rest your forehead on his. The knot in your stomach is wound so tight you can barely breathe.

His chest is heaving, which is saying a lot, considering his fitness.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan against his mouth. He nods.

You both release at the same time, him grasping onto your body, you moaning into his ear, him groaning against your neck.

When he finishes inside of you, you both pull away. He laughs, and you do, too. He undoes the belt behind your back.

You pull away from him, laying beside him.

He lays on his back for a moment, then turns on his side, propping his head on his hand, tracing his fingertips down the center of your stomach.

“My slut,” he whispers. You turn to him, pushing his shoulder playfully.

Then, he kisses you, smiling into your mouth.

When he pulls away, he looks at you, then smirks. You watch him, smiling, slightly confused. He pushes himself up from the bed, then leans down to look underneath it.

“Oh, shoot,” he says.

You cock your head to the side, “What?”

“Toolbox was here all along,” he smirks, putting his hands on his hips.

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[apclyptc]

LONG DAY— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: after a stressful, busy day, chris can think of nothing better to unwind than have a taste of you.

warnings: smut obv, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, idk what else really

foreword: as requested by the poll results, here is munch chris!

it was 7:02pm. just over an hour since chris was meant to be home. he briefly mentioned in his messages earlier in the day that he did not want to leave the house today because of his busy schedule.

you and chris didn’t have an established relationship yet. it was a mutual agreement, of sorts, that you could both get what you wanted out of the other with no feelings attached, and that you were free to see other people.

that being said, neither of you had seen other people.

you were about to shoot him a text asking if he wanted you to wait at his apartment for him, but your plan was interrupted by his key scrambling into the lock.

“hey, i was just about to text yo- mmph!” chris wasted no time to collide his lips with yours, imbuing the kiss with desperation upon contact. his hands quickly roamed over your body, not staying in one place for long.

chris walked you backwards, pressing your back into the arm of the couch.

you momentarily broke the kiss to speak, “nice to see you too.” panting, you took this short time to get a look of the man starving for your touch.

his eyes were low, breath hitched and heavy. the eyes that bore into yours, scanned over your body, as he swiped his tongue over his slightly swollen lips.

“i’ve had a long day. take off your clothes.” he spoke with a low pitch that made you shiver deliciously.

“at least take a girl out to dinner first.” you joked, all the while following the order he had given you.

you peeled your shirt off of your body and over your shoulder, making quick work of the buttons on your pants. chris, impatient as he is, pulled your pants completely off and absentmindedly threw them behind him, pushing your legs apart as his head lowered.

“i am hungry,” chris licked a stripe up the fabric of your underwear, causing you to suck in a breath, “just wanna taste this pussy.”

as quickly as he said the words, the way he yanked down your underwear and attached his mouth to your already aching clit, was somehow quicker.

you gasped at the sudden feeling, him giving sloppy kisses to your cunt.

“ohhh my god,” you moaned breathlessly at his tongue delving into your folds.

you reached a hand down to his hair, tugging when his nose brushed your clit, which made him moan into you.

the vibrations sent you a new wave of pleasure, bucking your hips impossibly closer to his face.

he pulled away for a moment, “you taste so good, baby.” and before you could even process the lack of his tongue pressed against you, he was back to it.

chris felt his cock throb within the confines of his steadily tightening pants, but he was too lost in the pleasure of your cunt to even think about his own release. in fact, he could probably cum just from this.

this, the desperation of your back arching into him, the sound of your whines growing in volume, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“i’m so close, don’t stop,” you practically screamed, knowing that any second now he was going to pull away to tease you and deny you of an orgasm.

but when that time never came, you gave him a second warning.

“chris, i’m gonna cum, i’m–”

“what are you waiting for? cum on my face.” he said between wet kisses to your pussy.

you weren’t going to be told twice, and his words guided you quickly to an orgasm.

just when you had caught your breath and looked down at the man in between your legs, his face covered in your slick, he inserted a long finger inside of you, pushing the cum that had spilled out back inside of you.

chris grabbed your thighs with rough hands and you watched as his head dipped back down to your clit, sucking on it once more. he wasn’t done, wasn’t finished feasting on you like it was his last meal.

his finger had began to pick up speed inside of you, pumping in and out whilst his tongue continued to stimulate you.

“fuck, ‘s too much!” you cried, tears forming at your eyes from the pleasure.

“you can take it.” he replied simply, completely pussy-drunk. he could do this for hours.

you came again, much quicker than the orgasm that came before.

you weren’t sure how much more you could take, because you knew he wasn’t through with you yet, but he rose from his place at your core to reconnect his soaked lips to yours.

you could taste your own arousal on his mouth as he kissed you with nothing but pure desire.

“i can’t stop once i eat that pussy, baby. love it when you cum on my mouth, fuck.” he groaned, grinding his rock solid dick onto your thigh.

your cunt throbbed at the words, wanting to feel him despite hardly being able to hold yourself up.

“please fuck me, i need it.” you begged, sliding your hand across his sweatpants and squeezing slightly.

“yeah?” he crawled over your body, resting his weight on his elbows, “you can handle another round? you gonna cum again?” he asked rhetorically, but you nodded frantically anyway.

“okay, take it out.” he shoved his clothed dick onto you, gesturing for you to take what you need.

you reached your hand under the waistband of his boxers, pulling out his cock and giving it a playful stroke.

chris took over, pulling down his pants to his knees and aligning himself with your weeping cunt.

and without warning, he slammed into you.

the delicious squelch of your slick walls welcomed him in and he groaned loudly at the feeling.

“fuck, you hear that? this slutty little pussy all wet for me?” he thrusted in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, any leftover stress melting away.

“mmm, so good, so good!” you babbled, the overstimulation limiting your words and making your voice hoarse.

you clenched around him, and he threw his head back in bliss. you were so warm, so-

“so tight, sucking me in.” he moaned, whimpering slightly. he was already so close.

“oh, fuck!” you whined, the knot once again unravelling.

chris felt a flush of warmth spread over his cock, and he knew you finished again.

you clenched around him over, and over, and over, until the coil snapped and he spurted ropes of pearly cum inside of you. when he pulled out with a shaky sigh, his dick was coated in a mixture of both his and your release.

chris reached down to place a kiss on your forehead, before tucking his softening dick back into his pants and collapsing on top of you.

“thank you.” he muttered into your shoulder.

“i guess you really needed that.” you smiled weakly, all of your stamina gone.

“yeah. like i said, it’s been a long day.”

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a/n: this is FILTHYYYYYYY. i tried. lowkey feel like this was kinda shitty but we good. hope u enjoyed!

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[luvkyu]

hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D

home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )

dokyeom x male reader

kyeom takes care of his sick bf !

content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy

( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3

"kyeom, i can feel you staring."

"okay. and?"

y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.

"it's making me self conscious."

"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."

"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."

dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.

"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.

y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.

"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.

"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.

"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"

"i hate doctors."

"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.

"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.

dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.

"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.

"no."

y/n blinked. "no?.."

"i'm staying here."

"what? no. you should go to work."

dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."

"kyeom-"

"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."

y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.

"okay, baby. you can take care of me."

dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.

"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.

"then sleep, bub."

"mm.. will you sleep too?"

"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."

y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.

after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.

"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.

dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.

"did i wake you up??"

"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."

dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."

y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.

"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."

dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.

"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."

"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."

"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."

y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."

"cup noodles are not a meal."

y/n scowled at such a response.

"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.

dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."

y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.

sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.

eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.

"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.

dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.

"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."

y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.

"that sounds amazing. thank you."

dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.

once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.

dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.

after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.

"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"

y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.

"your eyes are broken."

dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.

"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."

y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.

"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.

"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.

"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."

dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.

"you love me, baby."

[live-laugh-lenney]

Here for something with Mr Lenney pls🙏🏼

Spent the evening binging his react to Love Island vids and now just wanna be sat in the sun on holiday with him. Maybe a group holiday with other YouTube lads and they’re all single so it’s reader on a lads holiday essentially but Will does little things like making her breakfast, taking her on little dates away from the lads (particularly if their all hungover from partying the night before), napping together before getting ready for dinner (also together). Idk that’s all just suggestions, I just want Will on holiday, by the ocean and in the sun so I can fulfill my willne and moana dreams at once so do anything you like with that!! ☀️🌺🥥

ohhh, that's so cuteeee! this is definitely someting we can talk more on! the scenario of the boys being on holiday, in any of the stories, has me weak.

she considers herself 'one of the lads'.

the lads consider her as 'one of the lads'.

whenever they hang out, they always made sure to invite her so she didn't feel left out and they always made her feel welcomed into the group by including her in conversations, letting her partake in any of their silly drinking games that they played, and they let their softer side to come out when teasing her - no horrid nicknames that made her feel small or belittled, no taking the piss out of her when she did something or said something that they found funny, no singling her out for their own humour and for the benefit of their out laughter. she was like a little sister to them; and she always felt comfortable and safe around them.

so, of course she was going to be invited to their annual trip abroad.

much to her excitement... and much to will's liking.

four months is how long they'd been secretly 'seeing' each other.

they weren't scared of what their friends would say about them being a couple... if anything, they'd be over the moon knowing that their two friends were finding happiness with each other. they just enjoyed the secrecy of no one having a clue that they were spending time together, alone, on the days that they'd not all hang out together.

sending silly and flirtatious texts every so often when they missed the other, staying over at each other's flats most nights of the week and spending their days off together, going on secret dates in the parts of london they knew they'd never get seen, and keeping calm and very collected when they were out together to not give anything away.

wedged between calfreezy and chip on the flight to croatia, because cal had insisted he had the aisle seat so he could stretch out his legs and chip hadn't been willing to sit anywhere but in the window seat... as much as she wished she was sat beside will, who was in the row of seats to her right and squeezed in between harry and chris, she was happy to have had some peace and quiet and some time away from the geordie accent she'd been listening to for the last twenty-four hours. having stayed at his place the night before they were due to fly from heathrow airport, the two of them insisting it was easier to get picked up from the same place and go together opposed to her being a solo traveler to meet the rest of them at the airport since she lived the furthest away... although, that's what they told the boys... which they were surprised they'd understood as a valid reason.

reev and callux, and theo baker in the middle of them, were sat in the row behind her and she could hear them either talking to a camera as they vlogged their trip away or informing their instagram followers on how they'd pulled the short straw in sitting next to theo for the next few hours. much to her amusement.

once they landed, heading straight to the villa that they'd rented for the next ten days, the lot of them were eager to get settled in before heading out to find a supermarket for their necessities and to scope out the local bars and restaurants that they were going to spend their nights in. all yn wanted was a shower, and her cleansing products, as the plane air felt sticky and gross on her skin.

with their rooms dibsed by the time they walked through the front door, their suitcases and bags thrown on the beds to claim them as their own, it didn't take long for the boys to ready themselves with a spray of their deodorant and a spritz of aftershave and a splash of water to their faces to clear the sweat building from the humidity.

much to yn's appreciation, who wanted the shower first.

she stood in her room once she was feeling fresh, having stood under the shower head from a couple of minutes so she felt cooler and a lot more cleaner, air drying as she rummaged through her suitcase for a more suitable outfit for taking a walk in the twenty-degree heat.

"just give us a text when you're ready. we'll go find a good lunch spot. i think we're all starving," calfreezy's voice echoed around the empty villa and yn couldn't help but pinch her brows together in confusion as to who he was speaking to, "no going to sleep for six hours. the jetlag is nothing."

"you have my word."

it was will's voice that echoed back and there was a tingle in her belly that made her feel weak at the knees. and when the door closed, the voices of the guys trailing off in the distance as they made their way down the main road outside their villa, it wasn't long before she heard his footsteps rushing up the stairs. his shoes scuffing the cool and tiled floor which lined every room in the house.

"what do you reckon? an hour to ourselves before they get suspicious of us?" will questions as he steps foot around the door to her room and sees her standing in her towel, "was hoping to hop in with you, save water and all that."

"you snooze, you lose," yn grins cheekily at him and he rolls his eyes in a dramatised fashion, "i was fine meeting you guys in the town, you know? it's not that far of a walk for me to do by myself in daylight."

"i know but i wanted to keep you company here," he perches himself down on the edge of her bed and watches as she pulls out different articles of clothing to see if they went together, "fancy going out for dinner one night this week? me and you?"

"won't the guys get a bit suspicious if we go off together?"

"i don't really care," he admits and she glances at him, "what?"

"nothing, i just," she sighs softly and sets a pair of denim shorts and a cropped white t-shirt on her bed, pairing it with an oversized shirt that was decorated with stripes that she was going to wear over the top and knot at the front, "i like the sneaking around. the enjoyment and the excitement of almost being caught. all that goes out of the window when they know."

"but we could kiss and hold hands in public," he reminds her and she drops the towel to her feet, her underwear already clinging to her skin having done that when she got out the shower, "we could be a proper couple."

"are we not now?"

"of course we are," he laughs softly, "but i get to show you off. i get to bat away the boys who stare at you and not sit back and get jealous because we have to pretend not to have any feelings whatsoever. i get to brag about you."

the room is filled with silence as she slips her clothes on and finishes off getting ready, pairing her outfit with a pair of nike socks and her comfortable white trainers, but she can't ignore the eyes that watch her from her bed.

"the last night," she suggests, "we'll find a place, we'll dine, we'll wine and we'll come clean to the boys."

"yeah?"

"yeah," she nods and he grins widely, standing to his feet and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "if they find out before then they find out before but... yeah, the last night of our holiday should go out with a bang."

"a bang i can get behind," he smirks and she smacks his arm playfully with the palm of her hand, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry." xx

[svntxnc]

This is for you

The story describes a reunion of two childhood friends who lost contact for a decade. reader attended a concert of her friend Mark, who had become a successful idol, and was surprised when he dedicated a song to her. After the concert, Mark arranged for reader,his mom and her mother to meet him backstage, allowing them to reconnect after all those years apart.

w/c: 1,959

warnings: none so far

a/n: idk if I'm making a second part lmao

[2011]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

[2011 march]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face as she said “I have a son you know”. as the three of you chuckled.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

time skip

you guys arrived at the venue, and while waiting for them to come out a fan next to you asked “who’s your bias?’ with a smile on their face so obviously excited for them to perform you chuckled before you said “I like all of them, what about you?” the fan smiled as she said “I bias mark! I just love everything he does” and you agreed with her, as a few moments went by and you guys were still talking and the screams kept getting louder and louder, and that’s when you knew it. you knew that he finally achieved his dream of becoming an idol who was beloved by many, but also as a person that was still loved and respected by many, you couldn’t imagine how proud his family and his members were of him, you, you already knew how proud you were of him the moment that he decided that he would attend the auditions.

they appeared on stage and the crowd yelled like there was no tomorrow, you could feel the excitement through your veins, and you liked that.

as they were going through the crowd and focusing the camera on people that they recognized, like family, friends and co-idols and just fans in general, the camera focused on Mrs. lee and you and your mom, which caused you to freeze in place as the fan that you were talking to earlier made fun of you.

as you were frozen marks heart skipped a beat, well because his mom was there and they were gonna perform in those damn glass boxes but because of you too, he always wondered what you’ve been up to, and he has the chance now, well after the concert technically.

after they greeted the fans they all went to their places and mark had an idea as the first song they were gonna perform was very dear to him, why? it was a song that he wrote about you.

as they were getting ready to say, mark says four words, four words that are very familiar to you, he says “this is for you” while looking at you before they all start singing as his members look at him in terror knowing that they’ll get an earful later because of him.

time skip

The concert is over, you and the girl exchanged numbers as you made a new friend! mark has wanted to talk to you three so he begged his manager to let you guys backstage, you asked your mom if you could go home now but she wouldn’t let her as she wanted you and your childhood friend to meet again.

as the three of you arrived backstage you felt as if the world was gonna collapse under you, so you told her that u were gonna go to the restroom.

as the two of them arrived there the members greeted them with their full energy while mark was so obviously looking for something, or someone, “she’s at the restroom” his mom said with a smile on her face, mark quickly said “who?” to try to defend himself, his mother said “don’t act dumb, I know who you’re looking for, I just wanna know why you want to find her” mark sighed in defeat as he said “well we grew up together and she was my best friend” “and I miss her too” he quickly added, “that’s all?” said your mom and members in chorus.

“well-” he said before he saw you walking past, everyone confused they look in the same direction he was looking at and well, shockingly enough, it was you.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Connection: Janus

Prompt: ok listen, i know you just posted like maybe an hour before i am humbly submitting this request but- jesus christ i love these boys an unhealthy amount. i finished reading (and subsequently rereading) Connection literally just now, and my brain CRAVES for this college au. ik the part you posted is roman centric but if you could consider janus centric? love ur janus centric fics to death. idk how it would fit with the universe you started but i digress. thank you so much for being you, your writings are one of the things that has motivated me to write my own fanfiction! i appreciate u <33 - vinbee631

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none!

Pairings: roceit

Word Count: 2331

Janus took a deep breath and looked at himself one more time in the mirror. He brushed down his coat and adjusted his hat, making sure everything was in place.

This was it. He’d finally gotten the courage to ask out the cute boy he always sees in the library and he is not going to fuck it up. 

His phone beeps—time to go—and he swipes it up and stuffs it in his pocket, opening the door and walking down to campus proper. They’d arranged to meet in front of the library at 6:30 and yes, he was going to be there a few minutes early just in case. Roman had texted about ten minutes ago saying he was on his way, so with any luck, they might get there at the same time. 

He has a brief thought that he might be getting stood up when he gets there right at 6:30 and no one is there, but he dismisses it and settles in to wait against the right column near the stairs. He rests his cane against the stone next to him and looks out over the grass. 

“Whoa.”

He turns, smiling when he sees Roman approaching. He’s wearing a white button-down and black slacks, his red letterman jacket over his shoulders. Janus smiles and walks to meet him, holding out his hand. 

“You look splendid,” he says, pulling him closer. 

Roman blushes—adorable, he is—and shakes his head. “You’re the one who really dressed up. I feel underdressed now.”

“I can assure you that you don’t look it.” He offers his arm and Roman takes it. “I thought we’d walk, the place isn’t far, do you mind?”

“No, no, not at all. Where are we going?”

“Do you know the new place that’s just opened up near the cornerstone?”

“Oh, is that the one with the signs out everywhere?”

“The very same. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been wanting to go!’

“Perfect.” 

Roman smiles and oh, he has dimples, does he? Janus pulls him a bit closer and they start walking down the path. “Tell me, how has your day been?”

“Well, I did have a test today.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I studied really hard for it and I knew what most of it was, but there were a few key things I just didn’t remember at all.”

“Such is the way with most tests, I’ve found. I’m sure you did well.”

“I hope so. Can’t really afford to fail any classes.” Something twists Roman’s face. “Even one test.”

Janus frowns. “Is something the matter?”

It seems to shake Roman out of whatever mood he’d stumbled into. “What? No, no, sorry, got a bit distracted there. I, um—that’s not really something I wanna talk about right now.”

“Of course, I understand.”

“What about you, how was your day?”

“Well, I must say I also got a bit distracted.”

“Oh, yeah? By what?”

Janus grins. “I knew tonight I’d be taking you out for dinner, of course.”

He chuckles when Roman blushes again, reaching up to touch his chin. 

“Still stunnable, then?”

“You’re not being fair,” Roman says weakly, “what am I supposed to do when you say stuff like that?”

“Like what?”

“No, no, I know a bad deal when I see one, no, thank you.”

“Stunnable and smart, then.”

“Oh my god,” he mumbles, turning away to try and hide his blushing face and failing miserably. 

He laughs again, lightly squeezing Roman’s arm. “I’ll behave, don’t worry.”

“You better.”

Or what, Janus wants to say, but no, no, he’s not trying to fluster the poor thing too bad before they’ve even sat down. So instead he turns the conversation back to what else Roman’s studying, what classes he’s taking, much more civil conversation. He learns that Roman is pursuing a degree in English, hoping that it will give him a lot of options for networking with people. Apparently he’s gotten a job in admissions and might be able to secure a longer-term position after graduation. 

“Ambitious, are we? Or do you just like it here that much?”

“It’s good pay,” Roman says as they turn the corner, “and it’s not as if it’s super strenuous work. I’d still be able to have enough time for another job if I could get the hours scheduled right and I’d still be able to get home in time.”

“In time for what?”

“My younger brother gets home from his high school and we eat dinner together a lot. I don’t wanna miss that unless I absolutely have to.”

Janus can’t stop himself from smiling again. How sweet, could this man get any more adorable? “I’m sure he’s very grateful for that.”

“Yeah.” Roman toys with the end of his sleeve. “I…I look forward to it.”

“Will he be terribly put out that I’m stealing you away tonight?”

“Nah, he’s going over to a friend’s house tonight. I’m sure he’ll come back home stuffed with pizza and French fries or something.”

“Ah. A dinner for champions.”

Roman snorts. “Or high schoolers that don’t have any other options but to gorge themselves on grease.”

“As I said.”

Roman laughs and Janus decides right there and then that he’s going to try and make Roman laugh every chance he gets.

“Oh, is this it?”

They look up at the wooden sign outside the door, soft music coming from inside. “Yes, it seems so. After you.”

The hostess seats them near the window, placing two menus down as Janus takes off his coat and leans his cane against the window. Roman takes off his jacket too and Janus tries not to stare. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that the letterman jacket wasn’t just for show, that Roman was in fact some sort of athlete, but seeing him without it…

No. Behave. 

“Janus?”

“My apologies,” he says, “you’re distracting.”

Ah, there’s the blush again. Roman shuffles a little in his seat before turning his attention pointedly to the menu. “What looks good?”

“I’m partial to a good sandwich, but don’t let me influence you.”

Roman spends a lot of time poring over sections of the menu, squinting and murmuring under his breath, until Janus catches him counting on his fingers under the table. He reaches out and taps the edge of Roman’s menu. 

“I’m paying tonight,” he says firmly, “order what you like.”

“But—“

“I asked you out,” he says, smiling slightly, “please, sweetie, let me pay?”

“…only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Don’t you worry.” He pats Roman’s hand. “Now, what are you considering?”

“The burger looks really good. And it comes with a lot of fries, I saw it go around a moment ago.”

“Then get that.”

“But with the Rueben, I could get more food for less and I still get fries.” Roman chews on his lip. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get that.”

“Perfect.” Janus sets aside his menu. “I want to try their chopped salad. I’ve heard it’s good.”

“Oh?”

“A friend of mine came here the other week, said it was worth giving a shot.”

“Do you trust this friend?”

Janus gives him a look. “That’s a pointed question.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—“

“Easy, sweetie, it’s okay. I was teasing.”

“Oh.” Janus waves his hand—forgiving him instantly. “I only asked because one time one of Remus’s friends told us to try this restaurant and it did not go well.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

And so he listens, rapt as Roman spins this story about a pizza place that was supposedly great pizza for cheap only for the pizzas to come out misshapen and disfigured, looking like someone had taken leftover pieces from other pizzas and put them all together and put it back in the oven. 

“That’s…disgusting.”

“I mean we still ate it—“

“You did what? Sweetie…”

“Oh, it was fine, it tasted like pizza and it had been recooked, it just looked all messed up.” Roman shook his head. “Plus, it wasn’t like we could afford to just leave.”

Janus frowns, opening his mouth to ask when the waitress came up to take their order. By the time they’d asked and she’d taken the menus and left, Roman was already leaning on the table again. 

“So what do you study?”

“Philosophy.”

“…would be rude if I said I called it?”

“No, but I would be curious as to how.”

“It suits your vibe. All mysterious and stuff.”

“Mysterious, hm?” Janus raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, you talk like you’re straight out of some regency drama—“

Janus snorts. 

“—and you make it seem like you’re always thinking about everything at once.” Roman leans back, resting against the chair. “I dunno, I always assumed philosophy majors were kinda like that. You seem like you’re really smart.”

“Why, thank you.”

“I could never be a philosophy student, so I admire people who are.”

“Why not?”

Roman sighs. “Too much of my experience with philosophy is really…well, it’s like ‘this is actually what’s going on’ and ‘nothing you know is something you actually know’ and I’m like…great, but I still gotta do laundry so who cares?”

Janus can’t help it, he laughs. The way Roman says it is just so bemusedly defeated and he can just imagine all of his professors dog piling each other to ‘um, actually’ the hell out of it. “No, I don’t imagine you’d enjoy philosophy.”

“It’s not like I don’t like hearing how people think or anything, I just—look, I got stuff to do and I don’t really have the time to have someone to tell me why.”

“No, no, I understand. I do think it would be interesting to discuss with you in the future, if you’d be interested, but I won’t bore you when you have laundry to do.”

He winks and Roman laughs. “Much appreciated.”

They talk a little more about idle things until the food comes, politely thanking the waitress as they each start eating. The chopped salad is delicious, Janus will have to pass on his thanks to his friend, and judging by the way Roman is devouring his food, he seems to like it too. 

“Good?”

Roman fumbles with his mouthful before wiping his face on his napkin and grinning. “Really good.”

“I’m glad.” He tilts his head. “You’ve still got—“

“Where?”

“Right there, yes.” 

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” He frowns as Roman eyes the other half of his sandwich and sits back. “Not hungry anymore?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m just…taking a break.”

“I see.” Still, he can’t help but notice that Roman keeps glancing out of the window. “Is there something wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m being rude.”

“Still getting used to not having a curfew?” Janus chuckles as he takes a sip of water. “I know I am.”

When Roman doesn’t laugh, he looks over to see him staring down at his hands. 

“Sweetie?”

“Sorry, I…um, I think I should tell you.” Roman chews on his lip before leaning closer. “I don’t—I’ve never had a curfew.”

“…okay?”

“Remus and I don’t—our parents aren’t—“ Roman swallows— “they’re not in the picture.”

Janus slowly puts his fork down. 

“We just have each other,” Roman continues, “it’s just us. That’s why—that’s why it’s really important that I keep my grades up. The scholarship—I need to keep up certain grades or else I get kicked out.”

And the jobs…and his worry over dinner…and his worry over Remus…yes, that makes sense. Oh, Roman…

“Sorry, that, um, probably wasn’t what you wanted to hear over dinner.” He laughs, but now it’s all nervous and scared and it sounds awful. “Um, I understand if you’d rather I just go—I can’t pay for this right now but I promise I can pay you back, I just might need a few weeks, and I—“

“Roman,” he interrupts before this can get any more upsetting than the thought of Roman thinking he doesn’t want him still, reaching out to cover his hand, “I don’t want you to go.”

“You…don’t?”

Janus shakes his head. “It’s…incredibly brave of you to tell me that, and I’m very honored you decided to share it with me. I think you’re incredibly strong and smart and all of the things I said before. What you have told me doesn’t make me think any less of you.”

Roman looks at him, then at their hands on the table, and he swallows. “…thank you.”

“You are letting me treat you to dinner every so often, though.”

“I don’t need charity—“

“It’s not charity. It’s me wanting to spend time with you because I want to.” Janus squeezes his hand. “Is that acceptable?”

Roman nods. “Thank you, Janus. Really.”

“Think nothing of it.” He smiles. “I get to spend more time with you, that’s reward enough.”

Roman smiles back. Wonderful. 

“So other than Remus,” Janus says, picking up his fork again, “is there anyone else I should know about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“You’re not the only one who’s asked me out to dinner.”

“That’s alright. I’ve never minded a bit of friendly competition.” Janus winks. “You’re worth fighting for.”

And so is that blush that Roman fails to his behind the glass of water. 

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190. Chapter 7, Episode 2

Sophia returns!! Her family members aren’t named in the story (Idk if they ever will be), but Sophia’s mom is named Iman and her sister is named Alexis

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(Pink text = Megyn)

(Dark purple text = Sophia)

Sophia: Megyn, you’re here! Wanna go to my room?

Sophia: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my little sister won’t bother us.

Megyn: Sure.

*Cut to Sophia’s room*

Megyn (thinking): Man, Sophia has so much stuff. She even has her own dollhouse. Lucky...

Sophia: So, what do you wanna do?

Megyn: I don’t know... I’m just surprised my mom let me come over. She was gonna say no until I told her your mom was gonna make us dinner.

Sophia: Wow, really? You’re super lucky, then!

Megyn: Yeah. I don’t have dinner every night, so...

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

maybe kinda random but you give good advice so I wanna hear your thoughts. I feel really lonely due to living in a small town, not being able to make friends in hs bc my toxic parents never let me go anywhere. I have 2 irl friends that I love and appreciate but they work a lot so we rarely text or see each other bc they’re always so busy/tired. I wish I had more friends so I wouldn’t feel so lonely. I’ve tried dating apps, online spaces, etc but nothing worked. And if I made a (online) friend they’ve ghosted me for whatever reasons. I’m trying so hard to stay positive but I really hate my life (being stuck in a toxic household tryna save money in this economy…) not having anyone to have meaningful connections with makes it worse. Idk what to do. These days I’ve been thinking a lot about s*icide even tho I’m a coward and won’t do it. The only thing that makes me feel better is disassociating and pretending like I’m someone else or in a different situation. But I can’t do that forever…. I could go more in depth but I don’t wanna burden you. I’m wondering how can I make friends and actually feel like life’s worth living?

If you’re in your early twenties, I have good news! No part of your life will ever be as hard as it is right now. I’ve been right where you are. Depressed and lonely and suicidal. I felt like there was no escape. But there is light at the end of the tunnel.

My first bit of advice is that nothing external is going to fill the emptiness in you. It’s a wound that needs to heal and self love and fulfillment have to happen before anything else can. And those words look big right now because we don’t do a good job of talking about how to achieve them in little ways. Ways you can start today.

First pick the easiest thing to motivate you to do something regularly. Therapy is a good start, but for me my healing began when I started cleaning my (actually my dads) house. Cleaning was something I kinda liked and it wasn’t scary because I didn’t have to leave the house. I started by just picking a shelf to organize. Then one thing to scrub. Eventually I was proud of my spotless house and wanted to do things like cut fresh flowers for a nice table. I wanted to go to the store and get a fancy snack or a nice candle. I walked my dogs everyday and being in nature was profoundly healing for me. I picked the things I could do even when I was miserable.

Where you can start is the easy places for you. Maybe you’re more like my sister and need to pour that effort into your job. Or maybe you need to build things like my other sister. Maybe you’re close to a grandparent and can schedule a weekly dinner. I have a friend that started writing fanfiction, then her own novel. I have another friend that works on cars. That started with just tinkering with his own.

And none of those things have to be huge on day one. If you paint, just swirl colors or doodle on day one. If you write, write a paragraph. Do a 100 piece puzzle. Listen to music. Cry if you have to. Forgive yourself for the days you can’t do anything. If you’re self medicating with alcohol/weed/cigarettes try and cut back a tiiiiny bit.

But kids from disfunctional families are set up to fail. Children have very little autonomy to begin with and we spend the first 18-21 years of our lives having life be something that happens TO us. This is even worse in dysfunctional families where you have to sort of float with the current just to survive. Then they push us out the door and say “go live” without any instruction. All your skills and coping mechanisms are built around enduring life and not around building one.

And that’s the big secret. You have to build your life but you also get to. Fill it with things you love and enjoys and prune out the things that stress you out.

And lastly, the way to make friends is the same way you ask someone on a date. Luckily unlike a date, most people are JUST AS DESPERATE FOR A FRIEND AS YOU! People have never been lonelier. My secret is I go out, I do activities. I tell friends to invite other friends, then befriend them. If I run into an old childhood playmate, or college pal or old classmate I follow up on those half baked plans to “get coffee sometime”. Family can be included here too. Maybe you have a chill sibling or cousin.

DnD has been great for me. People hear I DM and so many people are like “oh I’ve always wanted to play” so I invite them! A low stakes way to find a new friend is to talk about a really fun thing you’re doing around coworkers/acquaintances and when someone makes this face 🥺 you say “why don’t you join us/me!”

Or do what my autistic best friend did and I quote “find one really loud but nice extrovert and don’t blast their huge social group with your autism until after you’re their party healer” which is a silly way for me to say that making one friend leads to others.

I could go on and on here but this is an essay already. Hope this helps and isn’t just a stream of consciousness.

[clinicallyinvisible]

Wanna gush about my date more because everyone is busy.

Whenever he would make a very intentional joke that I laughed at he would just light up. It was so sweet and charming. He was SO respectful and kind. Opened the door for me, tossed my empty coffee cup when I was done. He stopped for a bottle of water at a convenience store and asked me if I wanted anything. He didn't try to touch me, except at one point I mentioned my arms had tanned really dark and he's a roofer so he is obviously very tan and he held his arm up to mine to compare and touched me then, but that was fine. I would have been okay if he had held my hand, but also my hands were so sweaty 😅 So idk what I'm gonna do about that. We are gonna go for a meal and a movie either Sunday for lunch or Wednesday for dinner and obvs I wanna hold his hand. Just embarassed of the sweaty palms.

The ONLY complaint I have is that he was wearing basketball shorts and an Iron Maiden tshirt. Hoping he steps it up for the next one. If not, concerned. Red flag. However everything else is green flags! He is lovely! I am very excited to see him again.

I really am not SEEKING another big relationship. But also I could see myself with him. I have hardly been single and I am enjoying single life, but idk, if he continues to be amazing and lovely I am okay with more.

He is also a few months younger than my little sister, which is kinda wild. I told myself I wouldn't date younger guys again, but he has a good head on his shoulders. He is easy to talk to. If I was too quiet for too long he would fill it in with ease. So laid back and chill. I am fairly confident, but he also has this confidence about him that I appreciate. So where I would get nervous and kinda fumble he would smooth over. Without even really breaking a sweat. He just seems very lovely so far. I know it was one date, but it was a really good date. Even if all we did is have coffee and drive around for a few hours. Other than being nervous, not once did I feel uncomfortable. He also has a really good job!! And he is starting his own roofing company next year!!!! That's so big! He has been doing it for 10+ years and he loves it. He showed me a bunch of houses he did shingles at. It was fun. I really genuinely had a nice time. And he must have also because he was very sweet when I messaged him after and this morning and stuff and is planning our next date. I even got a good morning text! And last night when he went to bed he sent me a 😘 and ooooooo he better kiss me next time!

[kansasjean]

times like these im forced to reckon with weird shit alone but im thinking back on something that happened with my ex. prior to us dating he had this friend who was the cute flavor of beautiful and skinny (my worst nightmare) and they would get drunk and watch anime together (two things I couldn't do because I have GERD + I only watch girl animes). the night we first admitted our feelings for each other he literally ditched me to go hang out with her and her situationship (?). anyway we started dating and she got really weird to me. she already didn't like me despite the fact I was one of the few women defending her from the misogynistic ass loser men she chose to be friends with but whatever. we weren't friends by any stretch of the word so I get it she had no loyalty because I chose to have morals.

so one night me and the ex were making on each other and she calls him at 1 am. im like what the fuck? and I got up out of that bed so quick. he ignores it but I was peeved. so later he texts her to figure out wtf the phone call was about. they text back and forth with immediate responses for a few minutes. finally she was like heyyy omg im having a party and I want you to come <3333. unfortunately for him, I was with him so he had to text back "can Kansas come?" and I shit u not. no response for hours. like girl. I was PISSED. especially because she had invited the entire floor of film majors and excluded me.

so later I was forcing my ex to watch The Simpsons with me in the common area big ass tv. this woman comes out. im like >:(. but she starts talking to him while eating a whole loaf of wonder bread like some fetish artists wet dream. she's like so are... you guys going to come. and I was like no. we're friggin busy. anyway so awkward plussss I forgot that earlier in the week she made fun of my outfit in front of my ex and he didn't say shit. it was a baller ass outfit too. I was serving whimsigoth. so whatever I hated her.

the part where shit gets really weird is he ends up blocking her without asking me. NOW BEFORE THE INSTAGRAM REELS COMMENTERS GET ME let me explain why I didn't like this. multiple times I asked him to just be honest about their relationship and what had happened between them. im fully supportive of cross-gender friendships, and although I sound really snarky and mad in this rant, at the time I was very supportive of him continuing their friendship as long as she stopped being flirty. all he ever told me was "I informed her we were dating now." and that was supposed to make everything better. and for a month or so I thought it did. we had had no new problems. but then all of a fucking sudden you HAVE to block her?

I will admit I had bad-mouthed her to people for a really long time over the sneaky shit she did when she knew ex and I were together. ive learned my lesson but at the same time, if you are openly flirting with people in relationships, you deserve to get what's coming to you. but I still think I coulda taken a fuckin Xanax about it idk. I blame my own actions and choices but the BPD def contributed,,,,,,,,, not an excuse but I think we gotta call a spade a spade and then try to beat that spade to death in therapy

anyway one time I got in an argument with my ex because he was shitting on her for her personality and like yeah I defended her because I don't know and I don't care. I was like if she's such a horrible, crazy person why were you friends with her? anyway he said it was because he was only friends with women he found hot LOL and then admitted to thinking she was hot LOL and that the only reason he wasn't with her is because "she was crazy" LOL

ugh I just spent 30 minutes writing this and then had dinner and now I don't wanna think about this anymore because it makes me feel suicidal like I wanna rip all the veins out of my fucking wrists fuck my life and the worst part is ill never find someone willing to tolerate me ever again

[prozac-shaped-urn]

htotm notes may 10

You are a traveler. You never sit still for long. Your spirit dies all over again every time you confront the past, the one you left behind. The child you left behind.

Why do I feel like I need to apologize to the world for my ever-changing body?

You don't text me back, you don't ring me up, you check your phone when we chat… I never get to have your full attention.

bring your body, and your mind will follow

stitch 'n bitch is an actual term used since the 1940s! i wanna use it and i wanna have a man in the group bc this is taos and i can do what i want in my own story.

beth goes radio silent page 33 and comes back page 45 (as of right now, 5/7)

need a convo about beth's childhood bff kathleen and how she always felt super close to her until she moved away. make it very mjuch queer coded and beth has to point out that liss is verymuch gay.

need a solid lead-up to beth being wild and carefree. why is she so open with liss all of a sudden? need a backstory for that to make sense.

beth and liss need to TALK somewhere. beth calls liss and says she's gonna call again so that needs to happen. the convo needs to include fauna sounds being annoying to beth and something that would lead into them mutually pining in taos.

need a carefree 12yo somewhere

leave the satisfaction of stella and beth learning how to talk again for later in the story

have beth sit in the hot tub close to the end. maybe liss is there?? i like the idea of her being alone tbh.

beth needs to figure out why she's so hesitant to sit in the hot tub. it's bc she's afraid of being comfortable in taos bc of her losing maggie. she doesn't wanna get too attached and lose whatever she's attached to. have liss figure this out for her maybe????

julie needs to learn abt stella at some point

need a sewing circle in there somewhere -- where we get to know more about julie and liss and their friends. one giant dinner table convo with multiple angles that everyone fucking hates doing.

have beth try and fail multiple times to reduce her screen time

ok but where is felicity when she's listening to her grandma read bedtime stories like for real where tf is she SHE'S THINKING ABOUT HER CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND KATHLEEN (yeah i'm really going there)

beth needs to tell stella abt timothy at some point MAYBE HAVE TIMOTHY REACH OUT AND WANT TO MEET HER, MAYBE TAKE STELLA WITH IDK

the lead up to the inciting incident is chunky as all hell. FIX THAT.

Perfectionism is like an abusive ex: It finds your weakest areas and exploits them. You'll never satisfy an abuser -- satisfy yourself instead. BETH NEEDS TO LEARN THAT SOCIAL MEDIA IS AN ABUSER AND SHE WILL NEVER SATISFY IT, SO SHE NEEDS TO LET IT GO. or something like that

things E|L has learned living off grid for a year *Patience. stores are very far away like 30 min away. when you need something it can be a committment to go out and get it. if you have a single ingredient missing you won't go out and get it. you'll just do without. *accepting lack of control. can't control the weather (duh) so planning ahead of time doesn't help much. YOU HAVE TO BE EASILY ADAPTABLE. *plan ahead. make the most of every trip to town. *solving problems and self-reliance. if something breaks it's all on you. troubleshooting is a necessity. *learning from neighbors. share knowledge with everyone. networking is important.

maybe have liss show beth how to forage?? and then have them can the findings??? i like that idea. look more into that. DONE

why is slug comfortable in taos now MAGGIE ISN'T THERE ANYMORE

need a convo about body image between beth and liss so them examining themselves in the mirror makes sense. DONE i made it that scene where i stole from my own fanfic of deb and gerri

have beth buy a dumb phone but still use her computer for SPARING social media scrolling. we find the balance in this house. DONE

build up the need for beth to escape to taos?? maybe a series of shopping hauls???? DONE something where liss takes beth's phone and beth has an addict reaction. DONE

liss does laundry and gets weird looks maybe?? and that's what prompts her meltdown over not being enlightened??? idk figure that out. she needs to have a meltdown and know she's being hypocritical and beth needs to make that discovery in front of liss and tell her she's put two and two together. DONE

i dont think beth would so easily forget about liss. make her contact liss or smth. or maybe thats why she goes back to taos. incorporate something to do with the fauna sounds and how they're irritating so liss will have something to be proud of when beth's armor starts to fall. DONE

beth goes back to stay in taos with julie bc julie doesnt own a screen ????? something to do with julie and screens. BECAUSE SHE TRIES TO REDUCE HER SCREEN TIME WITH NO SUCCESS SO SHE DECIDES TO CUT IT OUT ENTIRELY AND THE BEST PLACE TO DO THAT IS JUILE'S DONE

beth needs to try and block out animal sounds IN FRONT OF FELICITY so that moment between them on the patio isn't out of nowhere SHE MENTIONS HATING THEM WHILE TALKING TO LISS IN BETWEEN TRIPS TO TAOS DONE

why are there no photos of anyone but bobby dean BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT ANYONE TO GET CLOSE FOR FEAR THEY'LL LEAVE LIKE BOBBY DEAN ALMOST HAS

more of beth comparing herself to what she sees online / more comments on her life / figure out how stella plays into all that STELLA IS THE VOICE OF REASON

beth was a lively 12 yr old so make that come back MAYBE ALREADY DONE WITH THE DANCING AND CAREFREE NATURE GIRL MOMENTS

cut out some of the beth/julie shenanigans ACTUALLY NO I'M KEEPING THEM I LIKE THEM I THINK THEY WORK

why did beth's inner 12 yr old (slug) die BULLYING

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and twelve

this past week has been very chill and slow. i didn't meet any friends but i'm meeting c, i and l today to celebrate new year's eve!

yesterday i did also have a little dinner/game night at my dads place along w my siblings and their partners and it was a lot of fun. we played this quiz game thing called smart10 and we had to divide into teams bc we were so many so i teamed up w my sister and we won !! also omg my brother was being so ecstatic it was so funny. he gave so many fistbumps and handshakes to me and my sister whenever we queued good songs on the spotify jam and on the way home i almost cried bc he was being all affectionate and hugging me and telling me he'd miss me once i've moved :c like UGHHHHH this current time is so weird for me bc all of my family is becoming so affectionate and i really like it but it makes me so cryey. i'm so touch starved, hugs make me sob. UGHHHH LIKE IDK AND JUST UGHHHH EVERYONE'S ALSO JUST GETTING SO SINCERE AND SERIOUS LIKE TELLING ME THEY'LL MISS ME AND IT'S SO SAD!!!

GAAHHH i'm getting so annoyed when trying to figure out how to type nicely here like,,, cohesively. i usually for longer and more 'formal' texts go full proper grammar but i also kind of wanna keep the lowercase bc yk,,, it's still just tumblr and it looks cute imo and since it's meant to be like a diary thing i think a lot of shortened words come naturally so idk... is 2024 the year when i start typing like i'm writing an essay?

since i don't have a lot to say for now i'll do a little ins and outs for 2024 bc i saw someone do that and it seemed like a fun little thing!!

ins:

studying and giving school more attention now that i actually have the chance to.

finding new experiences more often!

volleyball!

continuing fighting my shyness and trying to get out there more in conversations.

becoming more comfortable around my sister and her boyfriend bc somehow i'm still so awkward bc i think i deep inside still just want to seem cool to my older sister :') this goes for my brother as well!

ACTUALLY HAVING STANDARDS, GOD!!!!!!! the talking stage w l is going so well rn and im hoping to ask him out now soon since im moving so yk hopefully i won't have to worry too much about talking to others bc he fits my standards so perfectly <3 such a relief to actually talk to someone who makes my belly fill with butterflies when i see their notif.

actually using my switch and playing more games in general outside of sims.

piercings and tattoos.

cocktails!

the smashing pumpkins!

actually practicing playing on all the instruments i own.

getting more creative with my blog entries!

outs:

ocd habits.

nail biting.

cheek biting.

getting my hair color to an awful point before freshening it up.

being awfully overbooked.

never taking pictures.

being insecure about different parts of my body.

sotw: kent - kevlarsjäl

[lystring]

sry long rant abt dumb dreams below I just needed to get it down

so I managed to fall asleep after that. and during those two hours I remember two dreams:

so night between wed n thu I slept for 11 hours and had another long ass dream about my ex (which is mostly just annoying cus sure we were together for 6 years but we've been broken up for almost as long and it was an amicable breakup that should've happened much sooner im not sure what my brain feels the need to process still about that bt whatever) and I thought to myself Again? like why cant i dream about some made up lover or maybe at leeast my last situationship that Im still a bit hung up on (last one kinda sarcastically bt also not cus I miss him lol) but apparently my brain decided to listen to me for the first time ever, but also in ofc the worst way ever.

because last night I barely slept at all, and the first part of the night I slipped in n out of sleep and a Super Fucked Up nightmare that was basically just beat for beat a literal horror movie where me and some guy were trapped on a small island outside the coast of Finland that we both had travelled to alone independently. and we were being held prisoners in a rundown house by a coven of witches or some other supernatural beings, like three super creepy pale blonde old women that were like forcing us to be a part of their "family" wearing the same clothes and eating "dinner" with us every evening and sleeping in childrens beds and the whole dream was me and this guy developing this really close emotional bond out of survival instinct and trauma. there was like this one point where he went into a part of the house that they told us not to go into and as punishment he just started growing painful mushrooms put of his skin on his face and I like. the fucking irl anxiety and fear I had waking up briefly for that was just fucking surreal. we managed to get them off and I literally told him to "please use my face wash" to avoid this problem. like ok funny girl haha. anyway we finally managed to escape and im not gonna go through every detail but honestly it would make a good horror movie that id be too afraid to watch. also it was so fucking uncomfortable for me that I had to get up and have a cigarette because I didn't wanna fall into the same nightmare loop that I'd been in for the last 4 hours or so.

one semi-realistic attempt at being cathartic about my last situationship (sorry to use that word but not sure what else to call it like we were dating we were never a Couple u know) where like. I was in very intimate but ofc dream absurd moments with him but I also got to say everything that I have been feeling and have been wanting to say to him. and in the dream our meeting is sparked by me drunkenly texting him from our work phone, which he responded to even tho he hasn't responded to my last irl (also in dream) texts from my own phone. and. like it was ofc surreal and confusing but also. it makes me wanna try one last time. which is dumb i know but. idk. like I said I kinda not kind jokingly asked my brain for this dream and it sure delivered thanks.

the last dream was a full on surreal chaotic fantasy stress dream where I had to juggle both work at a hotel in a dystopian world and at the same time a relationship with a woman I'm pretty sure is an amalgamation of all the straight women I've ever had hopeless crushes on but this time she was into me so ;) it was also right before I had to get up for work so it was way too short thanks brain fuck off

[lewisthot]

hate II

summary: seeing each other for the first time, you don’t know what will happen rating: 18+ words: 4.9k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little degradation so let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! cred for gif @l8tof1​ read part 1 here

ever since the party you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about lewis, he had left you with hickeys every day you’d look at them and it’d transport you back to that night. you had succumbed to signing onto your finsta to watch his insta story not that he would’ve noticed if you were watching from your main but you didn’t wanna take the risk. you were curious as to where he was, what he was doing not because you cared - you still very much despised the man but you needed to know when he’d be back in town when you’d see him again and you couldn’t ask your mutual friends, they’d think it’s weird you care about his coming and goings.

you didn’t have to wonder for long tho, getting an invite for a dinner hosted by him. now you might think it’s weird but even though you couldn’t stand each other you both were civil in front of your mutual friends and invited each other to whatever was planned that included the group. you thought about what you were going to wear, you wanted to look sexy but not like you were trying too hard. this was the first time you were going to see each other since that night you let him degrade you, you were annoyed at how submissive to him you had been - he had the upper hand and you weren’t gonna let him. it was the night of the dinner and you arrived fashionably late, knocking on his door you fidgeted oddly anxious.

‘hi, you’re late’ he opened the door with a smile that could melt the coldest hearts but not yours, it was irritating.

‘you gonna let me in?’

‘idk, why should i?’

‘lewis!…’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance, pulling out your phone. ‘i guess i’ll just text the group chat that you won’t let me in’

‘damn, are you always such a brat?’

‘stop calling me that!’

he leaned down to your ears whispering ‘why? does it turn you on?’ you slapped his chest, shoving him, you couldn’t believe the audacity. finally stepping aside he let you in walking you to the bar, dinner hadn’t started yet. you greeted all your friends before walking over to the bar where lewis was.

‘what can i get for you?’

‘i can make my own drinks like i’d ever trust a drink from you?’

‘what do you think i’m gonna do? spike you? if i remember correctly i don’t need anything to get you to spread your legs for me.

you took in a sharp inhale, trying not to explode. what really angered you was the fact he wasn’t wrong and he was gonna rub it in your face.

‘fuck you’

‘you already did like a desperate slut’

he chuckled making you a pornstar martini throughout this interaction, he knew it was your favourite cocktail even going as far as to buy passion fruit for the dressing. why he made this effort he didn’t know, you certainly didn’t deserve it.

‘here’ handing you your cocktail, you took a sip how did he know your favourite cocktail?

‘how do you know i like a pornstar martini?’

‘because i know you’re basic and predictable’

‘sure or maybe you’re obsessed with me and watch my every move like a stalker freak’

‘you would like that wouldn’t you, you think you’re such hot shit’

‘yeah, i am’ and with that you walked away, joining your friends.

finally, time to sit and eat, he’d placed a name card for seating and for whatever reason you had ended up next to him. you sighed internally, ‘pull yourself together!’ you thought to yourself, you can’t let him know how much he pissed you off. you weren’t the only one caught by surprise, your friend pointing it out.

‘i didn’t place y/n next to me, someone has clearly rearranged the name cards’

your friends giggled, ‘you were so civil last month at my party. think of it like exposure therapy soon enough you’ll stop hating each other’ your other friends laughed, the notion ridiculous. you don’t know why but i bothered you that he didn’t want you next to him.

surprisingly you both remained civil for most of the night, you ate, drank and shared laughs with your friends till there was a lull in the conversation. he turned to you as you picked at your dinner, you didn’t mind eating vegan food but you were a picky eater.

‘are you a child? stop playing with your food’

‘stop watching me eat’

'don't play with your food then.'

'shut up.' without thinking you kicked him.

‘ouch! such a child' you wanted to kick him again but he already had your leg caged in with his.

‘let go of my leg’

‘will you behave?’

‘fuck off’

he let go but you weren’t done, you slipped your heel off, lifting your leg you pressed your foot into his crotch. his eyes widen choking on his food, you suppressed your laugh bringing your foot down. you ran your legs up his multiple times, pressing your foot into this crotch every time he spoke. he shot you a deathly glare but you didn’t care, when you start to knead his crotch that’s when he lost it, grabbing your foot to still you, his hold too firm you couldn’t escape.

he leaned in whispering, ‘you get me hard and you’re gonna have to take care of it’

‘oh shut up, if you want me to suck on your cock ask nicely’

you giggled at the annoyance on his face, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing his crotch but now that the line had been crossed, you just saw it as another way to mess with him. he let go of your leg allowing you the chance to slip away, heading to the bathroom. hearing a knock on the door you shouted out, 'just a minute!' you opened the door to find lewis.

‘ugh’ he grabbed you by the waist pushing you back into the bathroom.

‘you think you can get me hard and get away with it?’

you swallowed hard, he had you pinned against the bathroom wall his hand holding your chin, your pussy already throbbing.

‘fuck off’

‘not answering the question’

‘do i need to fuck the brat out of you again?’ he held your chin tracing his thumb over your lips, opening your mouth slightly lewis slipped his thumb in. sucking on his thumb your heart was racing, breathing shallow, the tension thick he pulled you in for a passionate kiss his hands on your ass you wrapped your arms around his neck jumping into his embrace. he walked over to the bathroom countertop sitting you down. he unzipped his trousers pulling out his hard cock pushing aside your panties he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, you moaned against his lips gripping the counter as lewis thrusted into you. opening your leg wider you arched your back as his pace quickened. you snaked a hand between your bodies seeking out your throbbing clit, lewis had decided he wasn't going to let you cum a punishment for being a brat, grabbing your wrist.

'oh you don't get to cum, this is about me and like the slut you are you're gonna let me use you'

'fuck lewis!'

'turn around, i want you to watch me fuck you like the whore you are.'

pulling out, you turned around facing the bathroom mirror he pulled your dress up slamming back into your soaked pussy, you couldn't help it but you let out a load moan.

'you want everyone to hear what a fucking you are? just a fucking hole for me to fill up'

you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans, lifting one of your leg onto the counter giving him the perfect angle to get nice and deep, grabbing your arms he pinned them behind your back as he continued to slam into your pussy. he had complete control of your body now watching as he used your hole it turned you on, it felt almost primal, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy as he groaned into your ear you knew he was close to climax.

'fuck, i'm gonna cum!'

with one last thrust he released his hold on your arm and gripped your hips letting out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside your warm hole, he held himself inside you for a few moments as he caught his breath. slowly pulling out he watched as his cum leaked out moaning at the sight. you twisted around clenching your pussy as you pushed out his fluids, running your fingers through your folds you  swiped as much as possible as you licked his cum off your fingers.

'fucking hell'

you smirked at his reaction as he grabbed a wash cloth he cleaned the rest of the cum you had missed and pulling your panties back into position.

'get on your knees and clean me up'

you fell to your knees taking his still hard cock into your mouth licking off your mix of juices, he groaned as your tongue swirled around his cock.

'always such a good girl when my cock is in one of your holes, no attitude just a good little whore'

you rolled your eyes before standing back up, he chuckled as he tucked himself back.

'roll your eyes at me all you want, i'll put you in your place again or maybe that's why you're more annoying than ever, you're just a desperate cock slut.'

grabbing your face and he pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him hard and angry biting his bottom lip and tugging as you pulled away.

'we've been up here for too long, wait a few minutes before coming back down.'

he was taken aback by your casual behaviour but he's not sure what he expected, for the rest of the night things went smoothly, once dinner was over everyone headed into another room for more drinks with music playing now everyone was letting loose. you and lewis didn't interact for the rest of the night other than stealing glances at one another, you very frustrated having not being allowed to cum in the moment you didn't care caught up in watching lewis fall apart as he filled you up but all you could think about was how he had made you cum before and how good it felt but you said to yourself this couldn't happen again.

now home time everyone started ordering ubers home unfortunately for you, you lived in the opposite direction of your friends so you’d have to get an uber separately. that’s when the idea popped into your mind, this was a chance to be alone with lewis you hated talking to him but things needed to be straightened out about the last hook up, boundaries re-established. the last of your friends about to leave, you have them a hug goodbye.

‘don’t kill each other, now we’re not here to meditate’

you laughed, rolling your eyes ‘we can behave for the few minutes i have to wait for my uber’

‘okay good! bye sweeties’

you waved off your friends feeling slightly guilty for lying. now it was just you and lewis.

‘when’s your uber coming?’

‘it’s not, we need to talk first’

you headed into the living room sitting on the sofa.

‘look we we’re not fucking again and we’re gonna chalk it up to a drunken mistake’

‘i wasn’t drunk and i’ve seen you drunk plenty of times, you were tipsy at most.’

‘okay, who cares tipsy or drunk, same difference! so no more of the bathroom thing’

‘and what about you rubbing my crotch trying to get me hard?’

‘whatever that’s not happening again. now let’s go back to hating each other’

‘i don’t hate you’ you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement.

‘you don’t hate me!? so being a dick to me is what then?’

‘you started it!’

‘no i didn’t’

‘the first time we met, you were so cold to me like my presence inconvenienced you’

‘that’s not true! i’m just socially awkward! and anyways, even after that, i tried to be nice but whenever i spoke to you, you acted like you didn’t wanna speak to me! and then you started with the unnecessary jabs about anything and everything! you put on this nice guy facade but you’re not a nice guy, you’re rude and irritating!’

lewis sat there taken aback by your outburst, processing your words. he thought back to the early days of meeting you, maybe you were so cold as he thought but then he remembered a comment you made.

‘you said ‘you don’t buy my nice guy act and that you thought i was a fuck boy’ you didn’t even know me and you were already judging me!’

‘well don't eavesdrop them! and i said I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyways! you’re always pictured leaving clubs and hotels with random women so me thinking you were a fuck boy is not out of this realm! and if it really bothered you should’ve said something at the time, you’re a grown man act like one.’

now he really didn’t know what to say, he should’ve just confronted you at the time but instead, he brought his walls up with you and pushed your buttons whenever he could.

‘i’m sorry, you’re right i should’ve spoken to you at the time instead of holding it against all this time’

‘thanks, i’m sure it was really hard for you to not have a woman drop to her feet for you’

‘see why do you do that! i was being sincere and you just jab at me’

‘the apology doesn’t change anything’

‘why not?’

‘because you can’t undo years' worth of hatred with one apology, when you’re consistently nice to me i’ll believe it’

‘you need to apologise too!’

‘no, if you hadn’t been eavesdropping you would’ve not known what i said and then we wouldn’t hate each other’

‘okay fair enough so how about an act of kindness right now?’ he leaned in close ‘can i kiss you?’ you nodded and with that, he placed a hand on your face as he closed the gap kissing you deeply. you fell back on the sofa, wrapping your legs around him as you continued to kiss. you rocked against each other practically dry humping, you could feel yourself get wetter when you felt his erection against your core. finally tearing himself from your lips he pressed his forehead against you, he pushed your dress up snaking his hand under your panties where he felt how soaked you were.

‘fuck you’re soaking wet, i haven’t even done anything. are you sure you hate me?'

you couldn’t hide your face and the sheer embarrassment you felt, he could read it all with him so close.

‘what happened to being nice?’

‘baby, i’m just stating facts and asking questions’

he slipped his fingers into your hole before you could say anything, instead letting out a moan.

'you're a lot less annoying when the only noises that come out of you are moans'

he dragged your juices up your folds, rubbing your clit. you wanted to say something but the pleasure was distracting, you kissed him hard and rough biting his bottom lip. unbuttoning his shirt, you ran your hands up his torso feeling his tight muscles. when you ran your hands down to unbutton his trousers, lewis pulled away from the kiss.

‘right now, i just wanna make you feel good’

he stood up pulling you up with him, turning you around he pressed kissing along the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck as he unzipped your dress letting it pool at your feet. he unhooked your bra, turning you back around to face him. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply.

‘why am i naked again and not you?

pulling off his unbuttoned shirt he chuckled as your hand reached for his trousers.

‘you really want my cock? who knew you were such a cock slut’

you rolled your eyes, letting go of his trouser zip. ‘you know what let’s keep your trousers on’

he chuckled, he couldn’t help pushing your buttons and yeah he said he’d be nice but what’s a light poking? he pushed you back down onto the sofa, kissing along your neck leaving little nips.

‘stop that! i was covered in stupid hickeys last time’

‘good, i don’t want anyone touching what’s mine’

‘i’m not yours’

he leaned back up to face with smug look, ‘you let every guy fuck your like that?’

‘like you said i’m a slut’

‘i think you’re only a slut for my cock’

‘this arrogance is why i find you deeply annoying’

he ignored your insult noting the lack of denial but he chose not to bring it up too distracted by your tits in his face. he took one in his hand pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple. you cried out in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips your rocked your hips against his hard cock which only made you moan louder.

‘lewis…fuck!’

he smirked at the strain in your voice, how desperate you sounded. he continued to press kisses down your body, one hand still on your chest. soon enough he was in between your leg.you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, before you could bring them down he held your legs.

‘fuck you look so good like this’ he ran his fingers through your folds

‘you could fuck me like this’

‘you know if you actually begged for my cock i’d give it to you but for now you’ll have to settle for my mouth’

he released your legs opening them wide and pinning them down. he leaned down licking up your folds, taking your clit into his mouth. you arched your back, one arm thrown back digging into the sofa arm and the other digging into the sofa cushion.

‘oh fuck lewis’

your cries further encouraged him, pressing his tongue into your hole before dragging his tongue back up your folds and sucking on your clit, he sucked on it hard pulling on it lightly. he leaned up, plunging his fingers into your wet hole as he thumbed your clit. he grabbed your face kissing you roughly swallowing your moans. your pussy throbbed as you tasted yourself on his tongue, he started to pull away but you bit his bottom lip and your hand grabbed the one on your face leaning up with him not wanting the kiss to end and like he knew he curled his fingers inside you hitting the g-spot, it caused a jolt through your body collapsing back onto the sofa. seeing your body writhe like this fuelled him even more, slowly coming undone due to this actions.

‘open your eyes baby, watch me make you cum’

you lifted your head forcing your eyes open, it was hard to not let the pleasure consume you but watching lewis devour your pussy was worth it, making eye contact your moans encouraging him, sucking on your clit with his fingers inside you. he watched your every expression, that’s when he found the right spot on your clit - combined with the finger fucking your body stiffened.

you tried to get the words out, ‘i—i’m—fuck—yes!—right there!’

you let out a primal scream as he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm washed over you. he didn’t let up though, still in between your legs your pussy clenched around his fingers your clit throbbing in his mouth, your legs still pinned down.

‘lewis…’

he finally let up pulling his fingers out, releasing your clit and letting go of your legs. ‘you just taste so delicious’ he lapped up your juices and with every lick your body writhed, wrapping your leg around him.

‘lewis please...i can’t’

you were overwhelmed, your pussy too sensitive. your body out of your control, shuddering without choice. lewis finally pulled away.

‘you sure about that?’ 

he leaned down, sucking on your clit, you shuddered letting out a small moan. ‘maybe i can pull out another orgasm’ he licked a stripe through your folds, you cried out your legs tightening around him, you wanted to say no but it felt so good even if it felt too much.

‘i know you’ve got one more in you baby’ 

he circled your clit with his tongue, his hands ran up your body, you had one hand digging into his sofa and the other free he grabbed your hands intertwining it with his. you arched your back, rocking your hips against him and squeezing his hand hard. he found your sweet spot again, you were sure you were gonna collapse from the intense pleasure. this time you didn’t bother telling him you were about to cum, you were sure he knew with you how you moaned his name and let out a bunch of incoherent words. pushed over the edge again, your legs untangled from him falling to his sides limp. again he lapped your juices as you rode your orgasm but you really couldn’t handle it this time, with your free hand you pushed on his head trying to escape him.

‘fuck you taste so fucking good’

he pressed light kisses up your body till he was eye level giving you a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned against his lips deepening the kiss. lewis settled beside you thankful the sofa was wide enough for both your bodies.

‘you okay y/n?’

‘yeah, just a little wiped out. you know cumming twice kinda takes a toll’

he chuckled stroking your hair, ‘what can i say, you taste delicious it’s hard to not want more’

you laid in a comfortable silence, feeling your energy level bounce back you leaned in to kiss him, soon enough you were making out till you were both out of breath.

‘you really can’t get enough of me huh?’

‘shut up’

‘why don't you stay over?’

‘i can’t, i have plans tomorrow morning’

‘cancel and let’s see how many times i can make you cum in a night’

'who says my plans don't include someone else who’s made the same promise'

‘do you always have to be so annoying?’

‘yes, pissing you off is so much fun, i mean why are you even pouting right now?’

‘i’m not’

‘just shut up and go back to kissing me, i’m losing the desire to reward you for making me cum twice’

with that he grabbed your face kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him upright with you. kissing down his neck you sucked and nipped, if you were gonna be left with marks by him it was only fair he was too. trailing kisses along his shoulder, your hands roaming his body. you lifted yourself off his lap, dropping to your knees in between his legs. understanding what was about to happen he shimmied forward, undoing his trousers you pulled both his trouser and boxers down.

‘so much precum leaking, poor baby i know you’ve been hard for hours. maybe i should leave you like this…’ you grabbed his cock, swiping the cum with your thumb smearing it all over the head.

‘y/n…’

‘beg, tell me how much you want me’

‘fuck baby, i need you so so much’

‘what do you need from me?’

‘i need you to put that mouth to good use for once’

begging was not in his nature especially to you, you licked up from the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip. you sucked on the tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. he let out a grunt, stroking your face grabbing the loose strands of hair hiding your face pushing them back - he wanted the the perfect view of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘baby you carry on teasing me, i’ll make you gag on my cock’

wanting to tease him some more and push his button, you pulled yourself off his cock taking his balls into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock. lewis grabbed a handful of your hair standing up.

‘always a brat, you forget you’re just a hole for me to use’

he pushed you down his cock, making you gag like you wanted. his pace was relentless literally fucking your face your eyes watered, drooling from the side, you were a mess but all lewis could think about was how well you took his cock.

‘this is what your mouth’s fucking good for’

you hummed against his cock in agreement, feeling his body tense you hummed some more.

‘fuuu—'

the vibrations pushing him over the edge, he held you down gagging as he cum sprayed the back of your throat. releasing your hair you pulled yourself off his cock slowly as he came, letting a little cum dribble out of your mouth swiping it back into your mouth which earned a groan from lewis.

‘that was…fuck’ he fell back down onto sofa, ‘come here’ he pulled you back onto his lap, wiping your tear stain cheeks.

‘do you really have to go?’

‘yes’ you smirked ‘actually i should order my uber’

you untangled from him, walking over to your purse which held your phone. lewis noted how casually you walked around naked, how good you looked naked in his space, he could get used to this. he shook his head at the thought, you were well you and you weren’t interested in him like that and nor was he, the orgasmic bliss you’d brought him too was clearly confusing him. straddling him again you scrolled your phone booking an uber home.

‘let me drive you home?’

‘you don’t like driving unless it’s an f1 car’

‘how do you know that?’

‘i may not like you but i know a thing or two, do you just tune out when i speak?’

‘yes’

‘of course, you’re incredibly self absorbed it makes sense’

‘you’re right you should go home’

‘are you mad i called you self absorbed?’ you teasingly spoke, mocking him by pouting.

‘no’ leaning up you pressed a gentle kiss but when he didn't kiss you back you rolled your eyes.

now you were offended which is exactly what he wanted. he chuckled grabbing your phone and tossing it aside. wrapping his arms around your body he flipped you under him. you squealed as he manhandled you, slapping his chest.

‘i’ll show you—’

you giggled silencing him with a kiss, a kiss he happily accepted. 

‘lewis i need to get dressed before the uber arrives!’ 

getting up he gave you a hand, grabbing your underwear and dress lewis grabbed his boxers, both getting dressed. you looked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your smudged mascara and fixing your hair. lewis stood there watching you, he wanted to come up behind you and kiss you some more but this was all feeling a little too domestic.

‘do you have a hair band? my hair is fucked’

he pulled the one holding his braids. ‘here’

‘thanks’ you tied your hair into a bun, ‘now i look half presentable’

you ran your hands through his braid. ‘it’s cute all out like this’

‘uh, thanks’ he was surprised by the compliment, he was pretty sure you’d never paid him a compliment, yet you did so casually.

you grabbed your phone, the uber was a minute away - perfect timing.

‘well my uber is arriving…’

you both walked to his door, opening it for you.

‘text me when you get home?’

‘okay’

‘bye’

you were going to just walk out but you impulsively turned around in the doorway, pressing a quick kiss but lewis grabbed you deepening the kiss. you stroked his cheek as you pulled back.

‘bye…’

you ran to the uber jumping in all you could think about was that goodbye, why did you kiss him, why did he kiss you like that!? why did you stroke his cheek!? you sighed, maybe you shouldn’t hook up with him again.

read part 3 here

[letsskiptothewedding]

Damn panko I really wanna make out with chamber in the back of a car while lana is playing on the radio. Preferably with heavy rain outside q.q

I hope you have a great day/night yaya♡

⚚ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ..

summary: a cold autumny night in a parisian parking lot, italian food on their side and lana del rey in their ears.

she/her!reader x chamber ( established relationship )

a/n: this man is so fine holy shit i can’t but i also wanna drop kick him. btw thank you so much i hope you have a great one too <3 idk if this is quite what you imagined but i hope you like it nonetheless :). all of the songs are linked throughout the text if anyone wants to listen while reading ( spotify only, sorry !! )

chamber doesn’t quite remember how they ended up in this situation. the whole car smelled like italian takeout, the windows cold from the pouring rain that was knocking on their safe haven with the heat on blast. it was a cool autumn night in paris and the stars seemed to be their only companion at this lonesome parking lot they were resting in. y/n draped her other leg over his as well, taking another bite from her dish and immediately regretting it, as it had been an incredibly hot part of some gnocchis chamber had bought for her. that was the least he could do, he had said. she lightly smiled at that memory.

y/n had suggested to try something new and exciting in terms of food for their last night of their vacation trip, suggesting to him an idea that had been tempting her for quite a while now. sure, she liked when he took her out to dinner to all kinds of fancy restaurants all over the world, matching with her outfits which he specifically chose for the occasion. their last time eating out had been in napoli, where she had worn a gorgeous flowy green dress and he had worn a matching green tie.

the reason why they had decided on eating italian takeout had been hence their experience in napoli. quite regrettably though, their food now was nothing in comparison to what they had eaten then — though it was the reminiscence that counted, so y/n thought. she leaned back on the car seat, looking over to her lover in a slight daze. he had already finished his food, not wanting to admit that he had indeed enjoyed it quite a bit. now he was stroking her leg, looking quite out of it which was very rare. y/n thought he looked pretty when he was relaxed. he looked pretty to her all the time actually, but especially when he started feeling so comfortable around her that he was just able to let go of his worries for a bit.

she finished the last bit of that burning hot gnocchi, holding the nearly empty box to chamber. with an ironic annoyed huff, chamber rolled his eyes and took it from her, finishing her last pieces of food. this had become quite a common occurrence whenever they ate together, since y/n was never able to finish anything food wise on her own. it had nothing to do with the portioning, she had claimed when chamber asked her about it for the first time. it was just that seeing how much she had left made her lose her appetite; it was an odd problem that she had but made chamber adapt to her and order less of his food to accommodate to both of their needs.

“i don’t want this junk in my car”, chamber said, looking at the empty boxes with a slight hostility. y/n couldn’t help but grin a little. he was like a manchild sometimes, a spoiled manchild. “can’t you teleport it somewhere?”, she joked, earning a sarcastic “haha, very funny, ma chérie” in return, paired with yet another eye roll. “come, give it to me, i’ll run to the garbage bin quickly.” — “absolutely not!”

chamber looked almost terrified at the thought of letting his girlfriend run out of their dry safety into the merciless rain, maybe even touching his new leather interior with her wet designer clothes — how could she even suggest that! “if that was a joke it was not a funny one”, chamber mumbled, leaning over the front seat to put the trash into the plastic bag it originally came in. the bag rustled and he almost had a heart attack when he thought he dropped some left overs on his driver’s seat. but no, thankfully it was just a crumpled tissue she had used.

since he was already in the front area, he turned up the stereo a bit, allowing lana del rey to transform the quiet noise of their current environment into painting a story about her and her wild lover for the couple. when chamber leaned back fully back into his seat, he motioned her to shift closer to him, enveloping her in a lose hug with his head on hers when she did so. not quite satisfied with the level of intimacy yet, y/n pulled herself into his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek after she did so. chamber smiled at her advancements, kissing that one spot under her chin just as she liked. she giggled quietly ( idiotically, so she thought but to chamber it was very endearing and made him want to kiss every part of her mouth that had allowed those glorious sounds to escape ).

just then, her playlist switched from blue jeans to blue banisters. he smiled at this, knowing that this song had been the first song she had introduced him to, which led to it being quote unquote ‘their song’. chamber did not believe in that idea at first ( after all “how could a song belong to you if you contributed nothing to it!” ) but when he caught himself smilling in awe whenever she hummed parts of it while tasting his food in the communal kitchen or polishing her equipment with a handkerchief she had stolen from him quite a while ago, he couldn’t help but associate it with their relationship whenever he heard it.

chamber brushed her hair out of her face, placing a hush of a kiss on her neck as he did so. everything about her had been right for him from the start. he had failed to realize for so long but now, in moments like these, he was more than grateful for the world to have bestowed him with the gift that was the feeling of her in his lap with her hands caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck; the sound of her humming along to their song; the sight of her eyes trailing every part of his face as if there were a hidden treasure placed just for her and nobody else.

when their eyes met, y/n gently sighed, placing a kiss on his lips while cupping his cheek. becoming immersed in the moment and the intoxicating feeling of her intimacy, chamber felt the curve of her back, bringing her even closer to him than before. gaining a bit of courage, she brought the hand that was resting on the back of his neck forwards to his chest, taking some of the material of his dress shirt into her fist and pulling it on accident, making him grin and backing away an inch from her face. “is there something you want, my love?”

no, in fact y/n had not thought about anything leading from the position they were in now. actually, until he had pulled away, she had had no thoughts at all, only feeling him on her lips and everywhere else, leaving his touch in the air all around her figure with his alluring smell. it was weird. she felt like she was being snapped out of a daydream over which she had no control. “no actually, i like the way it is right now.”, she whispered, unsure of what he wanted. maybe he did want to try something new? no. not chamber. not “…in my car, no.”

chamber chuckled, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly placing kisses on the soft skin there. “wouldn’t probably, be very comfortable, probably”, y/n muttered, repeating her words without even realizing it. he was making her mind cloudy. if he would’ve been a stranger she would’ve thought he had drugged her. chamber retreated from her neck, smiling at her while shaking his head. “no”, he mumbled, “probably not.”

the playlist switched yet again, deciding to play wild at heart for them this time. the sound of lana’s voice was like a siren to them. chamber imagined their car to be the safest spot for him in a sea of sirens, voices and figures that tried imitating the entirety of his girlfriend’s character; but he, and only he, had realized how to discern the actual her unlike all the others before him, leaving him with her in his arms in his untouchable safe space that was her presence, drifting above the waves of everything that bothered him whenever he wasn’t with her.

trailing his fingers down her thighs, he closed the gap between them once again, digging his hands into the wellknown flesh when he felt her tug on his shirt for the second time. she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, he thought. i’m completely at her mercy and she will never know just how much i will do for her. y/n felt herself getting hotter from all the touching they were doing and decided to do something risky. she had to practically tear herself from his lips, looking down at him through half lidded eyes.

oh, how beautiful he was. lips slightly parted, he looked up at her with something which some would call the doe eyed look. his chest was rising and sinking quite quickly, expression confused as he wasn’t grasping the reason for her sudden interruption of their shared trance they had found themselves in seconds earlier. she couldn’t help but brush her thumb over his reddened lower lip, pecking at the corner of his mouth. “i want to go home. let’s go home.” her voice had partially given out by the half of the first sentence, so she had quickly shot the latter one after to make herself sound more resolute and clear. understanding the hint, chamber nodded, still a bit out of it. he usually liked to take his time when they made love, it never ever had a beginning like this, for god’s sake he was a romantic after all, why can’t he ever refuse her —

biting her lip in hidden excitement over her small triumph, y/n looked down at him one last time before climbing into the passenger seat. when he pulled his seatbelt over his chest with impatience, she did grow slightly worried. was he really in any condition to drive?

y/n layed her hand on his that was resting on her thigh as they drove past the avenue de neuilly, catching a glimpse of his profile with the lonesome boulevard greyishly haunting in the background. it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. the stereo gave them one last song before they arrived at the sophisticated hotel they were staying in, making chamber turn the volume down to a minimum, not wanting to think of this ever ending.

A/N: I COULDNT STOP BLUSHING AT MY OWN WORK i’m screaming

[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.