#they didn’t even tease me that much but they did kinda tower over me so.

[calmlb]

Soukoku Height Difference —Reference

for any fic writers or artists who need it, here’s a reference for skk’s height difference at 15, 16 (according to dead apple), & 22

[sophrosynesworld]

Caught Red Handed

Eijiro Kirishima x Best Friend! Reader

"Kiri," you giggle, giving him a playful smack on the back of the head before tilting it forward to apply the bright red dye. Your fingers part his thick hair with practiced ease. “Hold still or I’ll end up coloring your whole neck. I’d hate to expose your dirty little secret.”

“I can’t help it.” He pouts, frowning just enough to be endearing. “I like when you run your fingers through my hair… it feels nice.”

You can’t help but hum in amusement, threading your fingers through his crimson strands again, this time deliberately to tease him.

He leans slightly into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he catches himself, opening them again. "You don’t think that’s weird, do you?" His voice is softer as he catches your reflection in the mirror. His expression unusually serious.

You pause, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. Placing the dye brush back into the bowl. "No. I like doing it."

Kirishima’s eyes widen with genuine surprise as he turns in his seat to look at you directly. “You do?”

“Oh yeah,” you answer, rolling your eyes dramatically. “This is all for my pleasure.”

His face falls, and he slumps back into the chair, his posture suddenly defeated. "Now you’re just making fun of me." His voice is quieter, tinged with disappointment.

You frown, feeling a pang of guilt. “Hey… Eijiro,” you say gently, reaching out to nudge him, but he refuses to meet your eyes, staring down at his feet.

You sigh, pulling off the gloves with a snap. Squatting down beside him, putting yourself at eye level. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” You search his face for any sign of acknowledgment, but he stays silent, his expression unreadable.

“Kiri, I promise I wasn’t lying.” You lean forward slightly, hoping to get his attention. “I really do like it. I wasn’t joking about that part.”

Still, no response. His silence weighs on you. Kirishima has always been sensitive, especially when it comes to his insecurities, but this feels different.

Then it hits you. You stand, brushing the dirt from your knees, and mumble, “I thought it was kinda manly…”

At first, it feels like the words were lost to the air, but when you look back at him, his eyes are already locked on yours.

Kirishima rises slowly, his towering frame casting a shadow over you as he takes a deliberate step closer.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” you try to brush it off, laughing nervously, but the sound dies in your throat as he closes the distance between you. You step back instinctively, your back hitting the cold wall. His broad shoulders and chest block out everything behind him, forcing the space to feel much smaller.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his voice low. He’s so close now, you can feel the heat radiating off him.

Your pulse quickens, your heart thudding in your chest so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. Swallowing hard, your eyes look up into his. “I… I think admitting that was pretty manly of you,” you stammer, feeling your face flush.

His hand comes up, cupping your cheek with such gentleness it makes your breath hitch. His thumb brushes over your skin, slow and tender.

“Do you really think that?” he asks again, his voice hushed, like he’s afraid of the answer.

You nod, speechless as his fingers tighten just slightly, pulling you even closer. Without thinking, your hands rise, trembling, wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. The need to reassure him, to prove that this moment is real, overwhelms you.

You pinch yourself lightly behind his back, the small sting grounding you. This is happening.

“I’ve always wanted to be someone you’d see that way,” he confesses softly, his lips brushing your hair as he speaks. His voice thick with doubt. Kirishima lingers there, waiting, hoping for something from you.

You pull back slightly, your mind spinning, unable to form a coherent thought. “I…” You try to speak, but the words are lost.

Kirishima speaks for you, his voice soft. “Can I kiss you?”

The question catches you off guard. You stare at him, the world narrowing down to just this moment, just him. All you can manage is a small nod, your lips parting slightly.

He leans in slowly, his forehead pressing gently against yours as he whispers, “I need to hear you.”

His voice is so full of patience, that it nearly breaks you. He’s holding back, giving you the space to decide.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it’s all he needs.

Eijiro’s lips meet yours in a rush of pent-up emotion, the kiss hungry and desperate, like he’s been holding back for so long and now he’s finally letting it all out. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Everything else fades away, the world around you blurring until it’s just him, just this.

Your fingers weave through his hair instinctively, tugging lightly—only to freeze when you feel something slick.

You pull back with a sudden gasp, your eyes wide as you stare down at your hands. They’re stained bright red. “Oh my God!” you blurt, jumping in surprise as your hands fly into the air as if they’re burning.

Kirishima blinks at you, confused, before a slow, amused grin spreads across his face. “I guess we’ll have to wash your hands,” he chuckles.

You stare at your hands, still in shock, your face burning with embarrassment. “I… I didn’t think about it,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes.

With a gentle smile, he reaches for your wrists, lowering your hands between the two of you. His thumb strokes soothing circles over your skin as he reassures you. “It’s okay. Really.”

You look up at him, still embarrassed. He chuckles softly. “I guess everyone’s gonna find out about my hair now, huh?”

“Kiri!” you groan, but you can’t help but smile as he laughs again.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, still grinning. “It’ll be fine."

[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦”

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: PussyDrunk!Gojo, SoftDom! Gojo,Kinda Aftercare , Oral Sex, Fingering, Praise, Established Relationship, It’s Modern AU, but it’s implied Gojo left you a long time like yk….in the manga

Bad Summary: Finally after being apart for so long your big strong boyfriend shows you how much he missed you.

It was like he was a new person—

“Sat—-!!”

“Need you…”

Not physically by sight—-however his kisses—-so needy but not as teasing and rough as it was from the last time you kissed.

His lips were softer than you remembered, there wasn’t a part on your body Satoru didn’t miss to feel.

It was as if you weren’t real to him.

However, you didn’t know whether to stop him to kick him out, or let him keep going as he placed your body on your fluffy bed.

-

When he came to your door at the late hours of the night you didn’t even have time to process it.

Seeing him leaning on your door, having to kneel a little since he was always so much taller than average door, all black outfit, hair down and messy, his piercing ocean blue eyes revealed to yours, and his reaction was priceless.

“Y/n…”

“Satoru…”

It was a mixture of shocked and happy, sad yet relieved?

When he captured you into his strong arms, one large hand behind your head and the other on your lower back.

You tried pushing away to make sure that was him, that he was really back to you, but he kept you close against his chest just for a moment longer.

He couldn’t let you see the tears that escape his eye.

-

So, you’re here, (his) night shirt being slowly taken off your now nude body, his eyes marveled. Nearly drooling at how much you’ve changed.

“You’re hotter than before.” A snarky remark from Gojo, as he looks down at you basking in your form, yup. That was him alright. “C’mere.”

“Gojo you—!”

“Just…please…” Gojo cut you off with a tinge of urgency in his voice, he was kneeled between your legs rubbing the sides of your thighs, “Just let me have this…” His final words were muffled against your lips, “Please.”

You nod slowly, maybe it was his abs showing from being shirtless, or you still being in shock, but you let him do what he wanted.

It never ceased to fail you how small you felt under Gojo. He was 6’7”, and had a strong build, the man can tower almost anyone, but in this particular time you felt trapped under him.

As his lips lingered all over your chest you hum out his name, just how he likes, you can hear a muffled groan vibrate against your nipple from your reaction as he sucked on one breast and fondled with the other.

You could hear him unbutton and unzip his pants to toss to the floor, his print against his boxers made your eyes almost pop out your head.

Gojo noticed. Smirking a little at your cute reaction, he crawls to you placing your hand on his bulge and you squeeze it teasingly earning a small whimper from his mouth and a smirk against your lips.

You knew you had to talk about this with him, he has been gone for 3 years. 3 long years of no calling, texting, anything. You can’t remember the amount of tears you shed when you thought he was possibly dead or in trouble and thinking about the pain of it all stirred a fee sniffles from you.

But almost as if Gojo read your mind he cupped your face, his thumb wiping your tears as he didn’t cease to let go from your kisses.

“I know..” he mumbled as he traveled to your neck and that same hand that was once on your cheek now intertwined with your hand to hold tightly. “I know, baby I know..”

Gojo remembered your sweet spot on your neck, kissing that to get another sweet mewl from you. His opposite hand moved between your warm, wet thighs to rub wide circles on your clit with his three fingers.

“S’wet for me…”

He couldn’t take it anymore he needed to taste you now. Gojo’s darken eyes stayed on your cunt, moving down to kiss your slit, almost making out with it the same way he did with you at your door.

“S-sato!”

Gojo’s tongue was always something you could never fight against, he always had a love for sucking on your clit as his middle and ring finger dragged in and out of you. You took it upon yourself to hold your thighs up to your chest, giving him more acess to your (his) pretty little pussy.

He looked up at you with low lidded eyes, winking as his mouth hidden inside in your slit. You bit your lip seeing being still be so lewd. He spits on your clit, taking his fingers out to trace more circles before latching right back on with his soft lips.

“M’ so! M’ so close!”

Your moans were something that Gojo just COULDN’T handle. The way your body was grinding against his tongue, the way your hand massaged your breast, the way how your legs shook so much as you kept saying, “Yes yes yes yes yes Sato yes!”

It was enough to make him cum until touched.

And that he did.

Pulling away from you as you were panting from your first orgasm of the night you notice the small stain in your boyfriend’s underwear as he stood up.

“Well that’s a first.” Satoru let out and airy chuckle as he sucked on his fingers as if he was licking off some kind of dessert.

His underwear was tossed, leaving his pink tip standing painfully hard and leaking to your viewing, he crawls back to cage you in his strong arms.

Usually, Gojo would have just bottomed out after some teasing, but no. Not now, he admired your flustered face, you were always so beautiful to him, pushing back your curls, to let you taste himself on his tongue you pull back a moment, “Sato..I missed you.”

He smirked, forehead to forehead he was about to align himself, but you pull up his face with your shaky hands to cup his cheeks, “Tell me. Tell me you missed me too.”

His cheeks turned pinker than they were before, you brushed his white bangs to see his eyes completely and he paused.

“….I missed you….so much y/n.” The words were not above a whisper, he couldn’t say it any louder in fear he may cry. Right now, Gojo just wanted to be inside you. He needed to be inside you.

He needed to show you how much he missed you.

The night was filled with creaky bed sounds, skin slapping, and moaning.

“I missed—you!”

Gojo strained out as many times as he could as his hips snapped against yours. His hand never letting go of yours, his lips barely leaving your lips, he was so fixated on you and only you he didn’t even realize how many times he have already came himself.

The sting of overstimulation as he was on top made his arms weak, his entire body weight as he kept grinding his dick inside you drove you mad. His hot breath in your ear of praise of how tight you were, how warm you were, how much he didn’t go a day without thinking about you, how it ached for him not to just call you and tell you where he was.

He laid it all on the line and more to show you he missed you.

You both were a mess, your body shivering of sensitivity as Gojo rode out your 4th orgasm.

First from his tongue and fingers

2 from his dick

and the last of him cleaning you up with his mouth.

His body was sweating and hot against yours. Gojo didn’t care he threw you on top of him and kissed your so slow and sloppily he almost started to riled himself back up as he rutted against you from below.

“….I love you….I love you y/n….” He whispered breathlessly looking at your tired face, “Do you love me too?”

His voice was tinged with worry, you caught your breath with his and looked at him for a moment, capturing the sad look in his eyes. He knew deep down, even after tonight if you don’t forgive him he will understand, but he still needed to ask for his own selfish reasons.

“Do you love me?” Gojo asked again, this time his arm around your waist squeezing you tighter as you laid on his chest.

“….I always have and will love you, Satoru.”

His lips curled into a smile. You’ll never know how much he needed to hear those words.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

movement — a.h.b.

cw: nothing i can think of for this one (apart from the usual fluff)

“you’re really bad at sneaking, you know?” his voice makes me jump. i push away from the doorframe, stand up straighter, and curse under my breath. 

he’s on the floor, starfished, face up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. his face looks so soft and tranquil, so relaxed that for a moment there i was sure he’d fallen asleep, nodded off while thinking like he so often does. 

“how d’you know i was sneaking?” i challenge. “maybe i just got here.”

it only takes him a second to click his tongue. “have been smelling your perfume for five minutes now.”

i smile to myself, walk in and stand over him. “and you couldn’t say that five minutes ago? you kept me waiting?” 

without opening his eyes, he shrugs. “kinda like it when you stare at me. especially when you think i can’t tell.”

his face turns from relaxed to smug, the corners of his mouth lifting up. quietly i roll my eyes and stick my tongue out even though he can’t see, and get on the floor next to him. 

the wood digs into my back until i find a comfortable spot, our arms touching, my head tilted towards his. the ceiling is the same plain beige it has always been. i wonder if he sees it differently—the colour and the shadows and the contrast. i wonder if his version is prettier than mine. 

“you’ve been in here for hours. i missed you.”

“it’s been hours?” he raises his brow and finally opens his eyes. “i didn’t realise…”

“did you fall asleep?”

he frowns, tries to look insulted even though we both know it’s likely. “no,” he sighs, “don’t think so at least. i was just…lost in thought. well no that’s not right—if i were lost in thoughts, i would have thought about something. heh, redundant, isn’t it?”

“baby, you’re rambling.” i turn to him, caress his cheek and smooth away the crease between his brow. “something bothering you?” 

the crease i’d worked hard on, reappears. “i don’t know. i feel…i don’t know. i feel…empty?”

“writ—”

“don’t say that word. i don’t have it, that’s not what’s happening!”

his insistence on not using that word—on never using that word—is endearing, and yet i keep it to myself. teasing is not what he needs right now. 

“right, get up!”

“what…?”

“come on,” i insist, tug on his hand, “get up. you need something better. there’s no point in lying there like a dead fish, is there?”

he glares at me and even that lacks conviction. ultimately he gives up, but he makes sure to groan and sigh as loud as possible before standing up. towering over me. 

“hi,” i smile, “there you are.”

“there i am,” he tries to smile. it comes out more as a grimace. 

“play something for us. what were you listening to before?”

he averts his eyes and hedges, a pink tinge taking over his entire face like he’s just come inside from being out in the sun. 

“my own music,” he mumbles. “i wanted to see what people liked about it so much, if i could recreate it.”

“you could bang pots and pans together and still create a masterpiece.”

“you’re biased!”

“and also right,” i retort and try not to melt when he places his arms around me. “those two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know? now,” i step to one side, wait for him to follow my lead. then step to the other. then i throw him a cheesy wink. “make me sway.”

he rolls his eyes but i don’t miss the tenderness that creeps in them, don’t miss the way his grip on me tightens. don’t miss the way he’s suddenly the one leading us, swaying to his own song. his voice is all around us, i rather like it like that. 

“what’s the point of this, can i ask?”

“does there have to be a point?”

for a moment, he’s silent. then he shrugs, twirls me around. “i guess not.” 

“and are you not having fun?”

“dancing to my own song?” he scoffs. “‘s arrogant.”

“and dancing with me?”

that gets at least a tiny smile out of him. it’s enough to make his eyes crinkle, to make his smile lines appear. and for a moment in the sunlit room, i fall for his smile again. 

“that’s lovely,” he picks me up, twirling us together and gently sets me down again. “maybe i should write about that. about you. about how when you move, i’m moved.”

“catchy,” i laugh. “maybe you should. i’d love to be a muse.”

“darling, you are a muse,” he smiles wider, then bends down to kiss me. “my perfect muse.”

buttery warmth spreads through my body, right down to the tip of my toes. “you give me too much credit. all i did was walk in here. and dance. if you want to call swaying at a glacial pace ‘dancing’.”

“and you give yourself too little credit,” he speaks, breathes more like it. if we weren’t standing so close, i wouldn’t have heard him at all. “you’re perfect for simply existing.”

[fizzywashere87]

how would the rise or mutant mayhem twortlezzz react to have a short gremlin friend? Like would reader is short (maybe mikey's height or a bit taller) and she is a bit chaotic. Very blunt and slightly aggressive and at first seems kinda harsh but actually is very sweet once you get to know them. Also mood swings (me fr fr)

HELLO MY LITTLE SIBLING 😁😁😁I AM VERY EXCITED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WRITING THIS!!! YOU ARE SUPER RAD BRO-BRO KEEPING BEING AWESOME 😎

notes: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL SIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START WRITING THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! I hope this is good, uhm, as you know it’s my first time writing so I rlly rlly hope this turns out well!! Also I don’t know enough about the mutant mayhem turtles so i don’t know if i will be writing for them atm but…ENJOY!! <333

Warnings: cussing, short! reader, poorly written and probably cringe

M.List

rise! Turtles x Short! Reader

Raph-a-doodle

Okay, we already know mans is big, he could pick you up and throw you either way, he wont.

If you’re shorter than Mikey i think he might notice but i feel like he would be indifferent

He will definitely hype you up short or not :))

As for big man here, he’s gonna pick you up like a mf ragdoll Lol I thought I was funny there

Lord forbid someone ever tease you for your height >:( ”Say it again and I’ll pound you like a boss!” why did i write that

But in a way more scary tone

Your friendship is obviously like the short gremlin and the friendly giant, why would I need to explain? your short and he’s tall incase you didn’t know

Cuddles are a must if you're okay with it (platonic cuddles are a thing)

Just lay on his plastron or disappear under his arm lol

As for the chaos, he probably wouldn’t mind it as long as you're being safe

He would probably join in most of the time but he has oldest sibling syndrome :((

He does his best to keep you from danger please don’t make it too hard for him

Most times I do see him joining in on the chaos if it’s just around the lair

If it’s on patrol don’t expect him to be so careless though he is impulsive at times Raphie worries

As for your aggressiveness, I see him as the type of person to just chill and wait for you to come back when you’re doing your thing like: 🧍‍♀️

Big man is lowkey terrified of you despite the fact he’d be towering over you

I’m not gonna lie, you being kinda harsh at first would kinda put him off

He might shy away from you at first and it’s not you, it’s the demon in your mind telling you what to do 👹 it’s u

Once you warm up to everybody and you properly hang out with him he’ll be a lot more open to being around you

He’ll realize what a cutie you are (platonically) and he won’t fear you as much -if you’re loud he assumes your tough shit like that, i don’t make the rules here

He’ll be confused when he experiences your mood swings and depending on how severe they are he might panic -One second you’re: 💕🤗Then you’re: 🤬🖕

He'll be like 'uhm wtf'

But it’s okay because you’re his best friend and he loves you either way!!

Neon-Leon

He’s not gonna pass up an opportunity to tease you

It's Leo dude

He's using you as an armrest and he's smug about it motherfucker

When he's not teasing you, y'all are chill

Another one to just pick you up because he can

His bitchass love him thinks it's funny when you get mad cuz ur tiny

Should ANYBODY that's not him make fun of your height just remember he has magic swords that make portals

He's going to match your chaotic energy because he's Leonardo

Y’all are gonna get in trouble a lot but he has magic swords and you’re probably awesome too so it’s okay

He'll be an asshole sometimes but you can put him in his place

He’s not gonna shy away from your aggressiveness or your blunt self but he’ll give you some space if he thinks you need it -or anger you even more

He’ll be just a bit taken aback at first from your bluntness but he bounces back quickly with his own retort -what you said wasn't even offensive, he just found the need to defend himself??

He probably provokes you and calls you 'lil gremlin in his own Leo way or sum shit

Despite his ignorant self I feel like Leo is understanding but he chooses to be a little shit about it

He will lowkey give you time to mellow out and then he gets to meet your sweet side -you might've warmed up to him after Mikey

He finds the fact that you speak your mind amusing so he doesn't get offended too easily most times -*dramatic gasp* “wHaT?! DiD?! YoU?! *points aggressively at you* JusT?! sAy! tO! mE?!”

He is going to be your bestie or your worst nightmare and it just depends on the stage of your friendship -jk he’s your friend and if he truly bothers you he would stop

Overall, you guys are just two dumbasses trying to have fun

Othello Von Ryan

Doesn’t really care about how tall or short you are, but does notice your a bit lacking in the height region js a bit pooks

Probably makes you a piece of tech to help with your uhm… lack dare i say i say this as if i'm taller than 5'3"

He might have u run errands for him that might require more stealth getting illegal chemicals for him

He once mistook the top of your head as a table when he was tired not his proudest moment

You’re gonna make a good arm rest for him

Anybody makes fun of your height? There’s a virus in their device and embarrassing photos were somehow sent to that person’s entire contact list -he denies it was ever him but you know better

Your chaoticness worries him his tech's safety, not yours cuh

Probably puts you on a mf leash if you're the impulsive type

He’ll be in his lab and your lil’ gremlin self will just be there yapping away about literally anything and Donnie’s like ‘😐okay’ trying to work with your sudden outbursts where you raise your voice before going back to your normal tone he probably flinches every time you raised your voice

Appreciates you being blunt in a way, he knows if you give him a compliment, you mean it and that means way more than he chooses to admit to himself be careful he's lowkey fragile

Like Raph, he also might be put off with your harshness in the beginning but once you warm up to him, he’ll warm up to you

He’ll see how sweet you become and is ‘unbothered because he’s emotionally unavailable’

He’ll be yapping about his latest project and you’re about to go do something you probably shouldn’t

He doesn’t notice ‘til he stops and asks you a question and you’re sneaking away like silly motherfucker

Can't keep up with your mood swings all the time so he'll just let you sort it out

He'll probably wait patiently

On the contrary to how he may act towards you, he really does like you

Overall you and Donnie's friendship is fun and he definitely instigates the chaos outside his lab

Magic Mike

We alr know mans is a short king, he’s going to be excited to find somebody ‘round his height

The amount of small places you two will wedge yourself in oml

You two probably created a hangout spot just for the two of you you two were the only ones able to fit

Nobody's making fun of your height

Have you seen this kid?

You two just add onto each other and get into a lot of trouble

A lotta episodes js u an him getting in trouble LMFAO

If you’re taller than him you probably call him small one or sum shit you're not that much taller than him

He only allows it from you

If you're shorter than him roles are reversed

If you’re the same height, you actually aren’t, one of you has to be taller he probably won't accept defeat so goodluck shortie

He bakes and cooks with you

If you can't kitchen for shit you're now the taste tester and you're in charge of helping him reach things on high shelves

Yes you two will use each other to reach things

stand on his shoulders like in the cartoons or he'll stand on yours "Ow! Mikey! My shoulder's about to break!" "One second y/n I almost got it!"

Mikey’s not put off in the slightest by your aggressiveness in the beginning

He probably figured you out and let you open up at your pace

You being blunt honestly makes him laugh, the way you just say what you want

He's your bestie and your his fs fs

He doesn't mind your mood swings and js goes with the flow

I strongly believe he'll just match his mood with yours "omg! i love today!" "same!" 😀  "FUCK THAT!" "same!" 😡

He adores your sweet side and he'll show it

Is another cuddle bug (if you're okay with it)

Your friendship is very wholesome as it is chaotic

You could be doing something dangerous around town while having a meaningful and deep conversation

Overall, you guys match each other's energies and hold a lot of power together don't underestimate short people

[fineprintedsunsets]

⋆ 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 ⋆

Synopsis ꨄ︎ The truck pulls over quickly, and you know, you fucked up.

Word Count ꨄ︎ 1.7k

Warnings ꨄ︎ unprotected p in v sex. dirty talk. negan being negan. creampie. forced sexual interaction? Kinda? negan smith x fem reader (no y/n as always) (school and work are kicking my asssss folks, apologies for the week late fic)

You’ve been squirming ever since you stepped foot in his truck. A massive calloused hand splayed across your thigh. No matter how many times you shift, he never gives up.

“Negan” your voice is reduced to a low growl, clenching your thighs together as you both continue down a deserted road. Negan asked you to accompany him on a run, and although he never did them himself, he thought he might as well get some fresh air.

“What’s wrong, baby doll?” His coy smile appears on his unshaven features, making the heat worsen in the pit of your stomach. Negan knew what was wrong, but he’d be damned if he didn’t force you to admit it.

A gasp exits your throat as his fingers itch ever so close to your pressure point, sparks shooting through your body as you see his twisted smirk in your peripheral. “We're almost home, hang in there baby doll.”

Hang in there? After all his teasing he wanted you to “hang in there”? And before you could even think, your eyes moved away from the deserted roads, your fingers flying right to Negan’s belt buckle.

“No.” The words are so small, but when they come from Negan, they hold the weight of a spiked baseball bat. No? After he started the teasing?

Hell. Fucking. No.

Without accounting for his warning, you continue with your actions, not caring that Negan is driving, walkers could be anywhere, and the fact he just denied you. Your fingers loop around the buckle until you hear the satisfying click.

A sharp pain shoots through you as the truck comes to a stop, shooing you forward. Negan stops your body from contacting the dash with a large arm, the other on the steering wheel.

“Get out.”

You spin around, confused. “What?” You swear you can feel the hair on your neck stand up. “Negan, why are we stopped?”

He ignores the question, his lips forming a frown, his brows deeply etched into his face.

“Get out, baby doll.”

Negan reaches across your small body, making sure to graze your nipples with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

He pushes the car door open for you, letting the cool morning air coat your small frame. Negan says no more, and after a few milliseconds of sitting in silence, you obey him.

The hair is standing up everywhere, and your spine is even more straightened now. Whatever you just did, made Negan really upset.

His car door clicks shut with a slam, and you with nothing but the dirt of the crossroads, the slow burn of morning sun, and the wide expanse of muddied fields.

You can hear the zipper on his leather jacket rattle, the stomp of his boots as he rounds the truck, and the sudden laugh he lets escape as he sees you.

Small, vulnerable.

“Baby, now what happens when you disobey me?” Negan starts, deploying that pristine smile, one you both love and fear.

He settles against the truck, he towers over the vehicle's top, making him seem that much more intimidating. Negan’s eyes downcast on you, waiting for your response.

“Negan…you.”

Started it. You wanted to say, but his word came with a sharp delivery, comparable to a bark.

“Let’s go” He barks, waving his hand for you to hurry. In this moment you had two options, you could play dumb, act as if you didn’t know what he was referring to, or you could get this over with.

Either way, you shouldn’t have touched his goddamn belt buckle.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You quiver just a bit, fear sinking into your bones. You know Negan would never hurt you, but it didn’t stop the feeling from prickling in your stomach. “Now, Now, Dolly.” He hushes, bringing a single digit to his lips. “Don’t be scared.”

“Negan…” Your voice shakes

Negan’s voice is high-pitched, filled with amused excitement.

“There’s no getting out of this, baby girl.”

“Go on”. Negan motions to the floor and then the truck, clicking his tongue like a shepherd would his herd.

You gulp, “Against the truck…?”

So much fear is being instilled into your body right now, it’s scary. But Negan doesn’t mind, he’s made that quite obvious.

“Nope,” Negan says with a pop. “I want ya’ just how I like it.”

You knew you fucked up now. When Negan said he wanted you “just how he liked it”. Meant you on your back, legs bent up to your head, and your pussy open, ready to take him.

“Here?” You were hesitating now, trying forever to avoid this interaction, but as he just said there’s no getting out of this.

A yelp escapes you when he grabs your elbow forcefully, bending you over the hood of his truck, face pressed into the cool rusty metal. “Yes. Here.”

“Dirty slut, just couldn’t wait could ‘ya? Now look at the mess you got yourself in.” His digits move quickly over your pants, the other hand pushing you into the car’s hood. “How you lookin’ under here, sweetheart?”

“Fucking soaked, I hope.” The sound of fabric ripping fills your head, and the sharp snap of the elastic band of your pants hits your now bare thighs. Negan had completely ripped your pants off, leaving your thighs exposed to the cold air.

Negan elicits a dangerous chuckle, one finger running circles over your bare thighs, all the way up to the fabric of your underwear, replacing the digit with the pad of his thumb, pushing against your slick core.

You can’t help yourself, you buck at the feeling, moaning.

“Oooo!” Negan whistles, mocking your every move with more tantalizing touches. He moves the pad of his thumb, releasing the pressure of his hand and pushing you into the car’s hood.

“Come on, baby doll, get all sprawled out for me.”

And without any bone in your body left, you don’t protest. You are almost in tears when you obey him, Negan watching your every movement as you go around the truck, nothing but ruined panties to cover your ass, you kneel in the cold dirt.

It’s crumbled, staining your skin with mud. You hated the feeling, of being humiliated like this, but deep down someone inside of you liked it. They liked the feeling of Negan standing over her, unzipping his pants slowly with a brooding smirk as he nudges your ass with his foot.

“Legs over your head, you know the deal, baby doll.” You obey him once again, fear still racking throughout your body. You try desperately to keep your eyes open as you grip your ankles, forcing them to the side of your head, your knees up against your stomach.

“Good girl.”

Negan drops to his knees in front of you, and with the sound of dry mud being pushed around from the contact, comes the clinging of his belt buckle coming loose completely.

You can't help but wince as his fingers come up to your dirty core, and with both relief and terror, he rips your panties away, revealing your slick folds to the cold, autumn air.

“My, my, my!” He clicks his tongue, eyeing your pussy. You can’t wait any longer, you need something inside of you.

You squirm, and Negan takes that as a subtle yes. A single digit circles your folds, gathering your slick as the man above you smirks.

“You look magnificent, baby girl. And your pussy…” His pace quickens as his finger finds your entrance, and he pushes in.

You yelp at the sudden intrusion, expecting something slower, hoping Negan would allow you to adjust to his finger.

But no this was a punishment.

“She’s so dirty, isn’t she?”

You clench as Negan continues to pump his digit in and out of you, hearing the crude noises you emit, he couldn’t get enough.

“Wanna cum, honey?” Despite being pressed into the mud, on the side of the road, legs bent in an awkward position and Negan kneeling over you making sure you take everything he gives you.

He yells his next words, and you are very tempted to tell him to quiet down. But a command like that, no.

You’d be in something a lot deeper than mud

“I said, do you want to cum!”

You moan, needing more than a single calloused finger, “Yes! Please!” Negan pulled his fingers out of you, making you watch the quick movement, wincing in pain.

He uses the same hand to retrieve his hardened cock from his pants, a wet spot tainting the front. Negan eases closer to you, and the anticipation returns as he lines his tip with your entrance.

“You have 2 minutes to cum, and if you don’t, I’m gonna leave you here high n’ dry, baby girl.” Negan pushes in, bottoming out immediately. You cry out in pain, fisting nothing but dry mud as you attempt to find support.

“Look at you, this is what you wanted. My cock fucking that dirty pussy.” He thrust once, ignoring the pain elicited from your lips.

“Rub your pretty little clit for me, baby doll. Remember, you're on a time limit.” Despite the pain from Negan's cock stretching you, and the fact your eyes are rolling back into your heads, you find your fingers going to where Negan's cock pumps furiously in and out of you.

You moan from the pleasure, rubbing sloppy circles over your bud, watching the imaginary clock tick by.

You need to cum.

If you don’t, you might just explode.

Negan groans, watching the way you clench around him, the wet sloppy noise coming from where your bodies connect.

“You close? 30 more seconds.” He grunts, and you are so close to the edge that it feels painful. And you know Negan is drawing his cock in slow strokes on purpose, trying his best to delay your orgasm.

You rub your clit harder, focusing on the pleasure of the action alone. “Come on, baby girl. Give it to me, make a mess on my cock.” His words are rushed, pushing you further, past your breaking point

And with those words, you cum, your whole body convulsing as Negan's own release rocks through him, and without asking he cums inside you, filling your stomach.

“Good girl, Only 10 seconds to spare.”

Prick.

[adidastain]

just like heaven

college matt stone x fem reader

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), i really wanted to write something fluffy and kinda vanilla so sorry if it’s boring but i love it a lot i think it’s sweet

word count: 5240

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Nothing was more relieving than getting in bed after a long day of classes and running errands. I’d been busting my ass the entire day, making sure everyone around me was happy and calm. It was what I did best, to be completely honest. I liked taking over. Sure, it made me kind of a bad collaborator, but I preferred to stay positive and think of it as one of my best qualities. Productive, stern, and leaderly. 

One of my classmates had a dorm to himself and had been letting me stay there for a while, since I lived off campus on paper, but didn’t have a car. We both majored in film; he double majored in math as well, and I was minoring in psychology. 

He was cool and funny. Sometimes he’d even say stuff that earned him a clock to the jaw, but regardless, I thought he was funny. And smart. He double majored; of course he was smart.

I sighed heavily, opening the heavy steel door to his dorm, labeled ‘MATT’ with a cute paper cutout of a kid wearing a ushanka and glasses showing a peace sign. It made me smile every time I saw it. His mind was so interesting.

To my surprise, the lights were on inside. He’d told me he was going to a little party in our other classmate’s building a few blocks away, so I didn’t think he’d be home.

“Oh, you’re here,” I said, taking my jacket off. 

“Unfortunately,” he said, grinning. His voice was deep and slightly nasally as always, with just a hint of raspiness. He sounded really tired. 

“What happened? I thought you were going to Trey’s party,” I said softly. I looked in the mirror on the back of the door, removing my hair clip and earrings. I didn’t want to waste any time getting to bed. 

“I just…” Matt swallowed, shifting in his seat in the beanbag on the floor. “I dunno. I changed my mind. Kinda exhausted.”

“I hear that,” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. There was some sort of old comedy movie on the little TV next to Matt’s bed. His whole dresser was covered in empty cans, dirty shot glasses with sticky syrup at the bottom, wrappers, deodorant, shit like that. I guess someone had been over and Matt was too tired to clean up the mess. “I’m gonna change real quick, don’t look.”

“Aw man,” he said, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, pulling my sweater and tank top over my head all at once. I’d been wearing a sports bra all day and the elastic was starting to dig into my skin. I looked behind me, just to make sure he wasn’t trying to sneak any glances. Not that there was much to see. 

Lo and behold, as soon as I turned my head, I caught his turning too, back towards the TV. 

I grabbed a discarded T-shirt off the floor and swung it at him, hitting him a lot more violently than I really intended to. “You are such a pervert!” I laughed.

“I wasn’t trying to look at you!” he shrieked. I hit him again. “I thought I heard someone at the door!”

“A pervert and a liar!” I accused. Matt stood up, trying to defend himself from my wrath as I exacted my revenge. He yelped and grabbed my wrists, pushing back against me. 

We play-fought like this often. He was a lot stronger than me. He may not have looked like it, being so slim, but he was fit underneath all that fabric he was drowning in. Especially his arms. We’d go on and on, until it felt awkward and drawn out. 

Of course, by doing this, I’d ended up giving him a free show anyway. He’d definitely seen me changing before. Matt had walked in on me on several occasions, but it was mostly my fault, since I would come and go in his dorm without saying anything. He didn’t seem to have a problem, though. 

I bit my lip, pushing against his weight with all my might. He pretty much towered over me and my hands were engulfed in his large ones. He probably wasn’t even using half of his strength on me. 

Suddenly, he let go of my hands, causing me to fall forward slightly. I lost my balance until I felt his arms wrap tightly around my torso, before he lifted me up and pushed me onto his bed and walked away. 

He giggled to himself as he stepped towards his little mini refrigerator to grab a can of soda. I felt slightly warm inside; something about the way he was able to just lift me up and throw me down so easily made my face burn up. 

Of course, Matt acted like it was nothing and sat back down in his beanbag, one of his hands idly rubbing the fuzzy fabric cover with his thumb and index finger. 

I scoffed loudly and stood back up, blocking his view of the TV. My hand politely took the soda can out of his hand, watching his eyes follow it as I brought it to my lips and took a long, long sip. He just stared up at me, but he didn’t look in any way offended. He just looked completely awestruck, a puppy-eyed look ever present in his face. 

I put the soda down on the dresser so that he’d have to get up to get it, and went back to changing. I faced the TV so I could keep a hawk’s eye on him as I peeled off my jeans, rendering me in just my bra and panties which didn’t match at all. 

I heard him grunt slightly as he stood up to grab his soda off of the dresser. He turned around to face me, until he stopped dead in his tracks and his smirk was wiped clean off his face. 

After a second or two of him taking in as much of the sight as he could, his hand flew over his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he whined. “I was gonna play a prank on you. Didn’t know you were changing again. ‘M sorry.” 

“I don’t care, Matt,” I sighed in defeat. “I practically live here now. You were gonna see me half-naked at some point anyhow.”

Hesitantly, he lowered his hand, keeping his gaze on the floor. It was strange; he didn’t sit back down. 

“Just don’t let me find any of my clothes in your bed or I’ll punch you hard enough to turn your teeth into bullets,” I said. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, focusing on my task at hand once more. I dug through my big duffel bag to look for a clean shirt to sleep in, only finding a bunch of dress clothes that I hadn’t yet needed to wear. Right. I sighed. They’re in the wash. 

“Could I borrow a shirt?” I asked. Matt was sitting once more, rubbing the back of his neck and gently tugging on some of his curls. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, glancing at me again. That ‘glance’ turned into more of a ‘good look’. My back was turned to him again and I pretty much had my ass on full display. 

I don’t know when he looked away. I don’t actually know if he looked away at all. I just dug through his closet, trying to find the biggest T-shirt he had. 

It wasn’t uncommon for me to borrow his clothes. My duffel bag had initially only had enough clothes for 2 weeks, so I did laundry quite often and sometimes had to wear the same pants multiple days in a row. When I felt extra lazy and put off doing laundry, he let me borrow shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, pajama pants, the whole shabang. 

I picked out one of his Primus tees that had some fucked up linework drawing of a prostitute smoking a hooka. It was a sick shirt but it definitely wasn’t something you could wear to class. 

It fit me like a dress, which I loved. It was big enough that the hem covered most of my ass, which was good, because I didn’t have any clean shorts to sleep in unless I stole a pair of his. 

Lastly, I pulled my bra off from under my shirt and tossed it towards the door, where I threw most of my dirty clothes. Once I was finished, I turned back around and stood next to where Matt was sitting. 

“Scoot over,” I said. He quickly obliged. It was a pretty big beanbag, so we could both fit as long as we were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. I must admit that there had been a night or two where we would end up entangled in some way due to the lack of space. My legs in his lap, my head on his shoulder, his arm resting up behind me. 

There was nothing I didn’t like about being close to him. He made me feel safe and he smell good and was warm. Some nights I hoped he’d be in the mood for having me real close. I hoped really hard now, especially after what just happened. 

“What are we watching?” I asked, making myself nice and comfortable and curling up next to him. 

“Groundhog Day,” he said, tilting his head back slightly so he could speak through the soda in his mouth. I looked at him for a moment, watching the muscles in his neck move as he swallowed the liquid. Then I turned my attention to the screen. “You missed the beginning, but basically he’s stuck living the same day over and over again. It’s like, a big allegory or whatever for Buddhism. Pretty good, though”

I nodded, watching as the Bill Murray character talked to a woman and asked her out on a date. A few seconds later, there was a smash cut to them on the verge of having sex. Matt awkwardly laughed next to me.

“Ah, yeah. Buddhism,” I said, mocking him. 

“You’ll like it. It gets better,” he argued. That’s when I felt his arm snake behind me, just a few inches away from laying across my shoulder. Once again, he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, fidgeting. 

Eventually the whole foreplay bit was over and the next scene started. My body subconsciously leaned into Matt’s, sinking my weight into his slim torso and absorbing the warmth that his body generated. I was both extremely comfortable and extremely exhausted. 

The movie went on, and like Matt said, the character was living the same day over and over. It was kind of lulling me to sleep. It was definitely pretty funny; occasionally I would jerk awake at the sound of Matt chuckling softly. I think at some point he pulled a blanket off his bed and wrapped it around me. I swear he ran his hand through my hair for just a moment, pulling me closer to him. 

Now his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, his hand occasionally lifting up to run his fingers through my hair or flatten any stray strands. It felt safe; it felt right. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already on me. He looked like a deer in headlights, but exhausted at the same time. I watched Matt’s eyes dart around my face. 

“You ready for bed?” he asked softly, looking at the top of my head as he fixed a strand of my hair. 

One of my favorite parts about him was that he could be harsh and gentle, depending on the occasion. He always had a resting bitch face and was kind of intimidating to a lot of people, but he had such a soft, gentle side to him. 

My hand made its way up to his cheek. Matt had a nice, soft layer of peach fuzz that, paired with the warmth of his face, made my heart beat faster. My thumb tenderly traced back and forth on his cheek bone while my eyes fixated on his lips. 

Eventually, I felt his breath on my face as he closed his lips over my bottom one. I’d been biting the skin off of it all week, so there was a small stinging sensation that quickly faded once he kissed me again. 

I felt so shy all the sudden. Here I was, curled up in his arms, softly making out with him like teenagers with no experience. No second guesses or hesitations, just hearts beating together, breaths melting into each other while we explored. 

How did we get here? The question crossed my mind before I immediately pushed it away. I didn’t give a shit about how we got there, I was just glad that this is where we ended up. 

Without pulling his lips away from me, Matt somehow managed to find the remote and turn off the TV, before caressing my waist and pulling me ever closer. He was hovering over me a little, only making my heart race faster and my desire for him grow stronger. 

Now things were definitely starting to heat up. Matt softly groaned into my mouth, and for the first time since our lips first met, we pulled away. 

His eyes bored into mine, pupils dilated. We sat breathing into each others mouths, catching our breath as we tried to read what the other was thinking. It was almost suspenseful. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked. It wasn’t even a whisper. Nope. I just breathed and moved my mouth to form the words. 

“Uh-huh,” he responded, nodding. He swallowed and I didn’t hesitate to tuck my hands under the hem of his baggy gray-green T-shirt. Matt kissed me again, deepening it. 

In an instant, his lips parted and he gasped softly as soon as my fingertips made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen. I could feel that part of his torso shifting ever so slightly as he breathed. 

I pulled away, making sure to keep eye contact with him while I slowly lifted his shirt up inch by inch. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he exhaled, catching me off guard. I swallowed, feeling my face flush once again. 

A second or two later, I pulled the fabric over his head, finally rendering him topless in front of me. He had a slender, curvy waist and just the smallest little bit of muscle in his abdomen. His hips were prominent, and his upper body was very broad in contrast to his slim frame. He had little dark beauty spot freckles scattered across his shoulders and body. I would love to sit there all day and just count them. I wanted badly to just map out and explore his body, feeling every inch of his skin and memorizing his shape. 

I snapped out of my trance as soon as he kissed me again, letting out several vocal breaths that I honestly didn’t expect to ever hear him make. He remained gentle in his kisses, but I felt the desire boiling and festering within both of us. It was extremely hard to ignore. 

“Do you wanna stop?” I asked, pulling away suddenly. 

“Do you wanna stop?” he repeated, his voice somewhat nervous. Matt swallowed and scanned my face. 

“No,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking one of his curls between my fingers. 

Matt licked his lips. I could feel his whole body relax, and he leaned closer, ghosting his lips against mine. 

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” he asked shyly, staring down at my lips. My stomach flipped and felt a strong jumping-like feeling in between my legs. 

“I would like that a lot,” I answered, giggling wide eyes. I was so flustered that I was to the point where I laughed at myself. 

“Fuck yeah,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt leaned in to kiss me again, this time opening his mouth slightly wider. “Should we go up there?” 

He tilted his head towards the bed next us, and I nodded, wrapping my legs around his torso so he could pick me up.

“Mmh… c’mere baby,” he hummed softly, pressing my body against his as he lifted me up and tenderly laid me down beneath him on his bed. 

Matt suddenly felt so much bigger than me now that his body was hovering over me. He was straddling my hips, both of his large hands massaging my waist under my (his) shirt while he started leaving wet kisses down my neck. 

I arched my back at the feeling of his teeth as they pinched a small spot below my ear, his tongue coming quickly to the rescue to warm up the spot and relieve the pain. My hands were entangled in his soft, somewhat messy curls, caressing his entire head and holding it close to me. I stared at the ceiling, letting my eyes flutter shut any time I heard him groan and felt his hips subtly buck above me. 

“How about your shirt, baby?” he asked, nibbling on my ear. I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each warm exhale covering my ear and neck. One of his hands slid up my body and grazed the underside crease of my boobs with his fingertips. 

“You mean your shirt,” I giggled, rubbing his warm shoulders.

“Okay, my shirt,” he scoffed. “Can I take it off?”

I nodded, sitting up slightly. As soon as his hands lifted the fabric up and over my nipples, I panicked slightly. In no time the shirt was on the floor and Matt’s eyes were tentatively glued to my bare chest.  

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” he mumbled, prying his eyes away from my now nearly naked body. His hands squeezed my hips, lifting them up so he could start grinding against me. 

“Matt-“ I gasped. His hot mouth almost immediately attached to my collarbone, his tongue pressing flat against the skin. Meanwhile, I shivered as one of his hands slowly dragged up my waist and tenderly caressed one of my tits. And on top of that, for the first time, I could feel the tent he’d been pitching press into me as he started grinding against my hips with desperation. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted my hips up, supported by my heels digging into the soft covers below me. My hands slid down over his shoulder blades, tracing each muscle as I moved them towards my panties. Finally, I managed to wriggle out of them and fling them onto the floor while Matt was sitting on his knees, towering over me. His broad chest moved in and out with each heavy breath he took with his lips slightly agape. 

He looked like one of those ancient Greek statues. Each muscle so defined under such smooth, warm skin. Natural posture so relaxed and almost ethereal. I wanted to devour him. 

Matt stared at me, the look in his eyes almost anxious but infinitely flustered and filled with lust. In a flash he yanked his flannel pajama pants down to his knees, kicking them off while he crawled on top of me again.!

“Do you like it fast or hard?” he asked me, his voice faltering slightly. He swallowed, looking down at me from above. Matt’s arms were on either side of me, propping his body up as he then got ready to start pulling his boxers off. 

“Fast,” I exhaled, though it really sounded more like a moan. Even subconsciously I wanted him to know that right now, I wanted him more than anything. 

“‘Course, baby,” he hummed softly, bending his arms like he was doing a pushup so he could peck my lips. I felt him smiling in the kiss. “Do you wanna… get me going?” 

He gestured towards his boxers and the hot, throbbing erection beneath them. Without hesitation, I spit in my palm and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, first untucking his cock from the side and then gently wrapping my hand around it. 

Matt immediately whimpered, holding in as much of it as he could while screwing his eyes shut. He felt so warm in my hand… and thick. I could feel a vein or two protruding from the soft skin and made sure to pay a little extra attention to them. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, letting his head drop down so he could see what wonders I was working with my hand. He shimmied out of his boxers and now I could see that yes, he was in fact thick. Most definitely thicker than I knew I was used to. 

I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. It was intimidating, but still, as I tenderly stroked up and down his length, I only kept thinking of it as something that was making him feel insanely good and not as something that was going to hurt me. It would only hurt for a few seconds. 

His breath hitched and he practically threw my hand off him, sitting up again to catch his breath for a moment. 

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt raised his eyebrows and smiled. His cheeks were so flushed and it looked like some sweat pearls had begun forming at his temples. 

I laid back, watching his muscles shift and flex as he took his glasses off and reached inside one of his dresser drawers for a condom. 

As he tore open the package, he looked at me, seemingly getting lost in the sight of me. 

I grabbed the hand of his that held the unopened condom and brought it close to my face so that I could kiss it. Then I pushed his hand back towards him so he could do the same, though he looked thoroughly confused.

“What, is that good luck or something?” he chuckled, looking down at his hands and dick as he opened the condom and slid it onto his length.

“It’s tradition,” I said, shrugging. Matt furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What tradition?” he scoffed, crawling on top of me. 

“Messing with you. I made it up,” I grinned. 

He shook his head, adjusting his position and posture while handling his cock, making sure it would slide in easy. 

Matt looked up at me through his eyebrows. It was the last look of reassurance before anything was really about to happen. Our lives were about to change forever. 

I nodded. I was so desperate for him at this point, I didn’t care if he hurt me at all. 

His large hand spread out on one side of my hips, digging into the flesh ever so slightly and likely leaving faint nail marks in my skin. I kept my eyes on him and found him instructing me to take a deep breath in with him. Before he told me to exhale though, he started pushing in. 

“Hmmn- ahh!” I half-moaned, half-winced. 

“Shh… oh, fuck,” Matt whispered in my ear, letting out a deep moan that’s he’s probably kept inside for a little while. 

I let out a groan of discomfort, trying my best to hold it in but ultimately failing. In response, Matt pulled his lips away from my ear so he could get a good look at my face.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, swallowing. 

“Mhm,” I hummed, biting my lip. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the feeling of Matt’s fingertips brushing my hair out of my face. “Just give me a minute.” 

Matt lowered himself on top of me, beginning to pepper soft, wet kisses on my jaw and neck. His hand massaged my hip and occasionally inched lower to squeeze the soft flesh of my upper thigh. 

I kissed him and became lost in his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. His curls tickled my forehead as we kissed softly. I’d completely forgotten about the fact the he was inside of me; I was so focused on how his lips felt and the fact that I could feel his heart pounding with his chest pressed against mine. Our skin grazed together softly with each breath we took, giving me goosebumps. 

“You can start now,” I whispered against his lips. Matt hummed in response, kissing me a little bit deeper as he adjusted the position of his body. 

We remained with our lips attached as his hips started to roll back and forth. I could hear Matt whimper every couple of seconds and he kept holding his breath, pulling away from the kiss to exhale into my mouth. The warmth in the pit of my stomach really started to boil up once he started moving, slowly drawing himself out and thrusting back in. I listened carefully to each little sound and breath he made as he moved. 

I heard him heavily exhale after swallowing. “S’good…” he whispered, grunting slightly. I moaned, running my fingers in his hair and tugging on it gently. 

A loud groan escaped his throat as I did this, encouraging me to do it again. One of his hands suddenly wrapped tenderly around my throat, carefully squeezing my neck. Matt’s head cocked to the side as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue in between my lips. 

I let out a soft moan as his tongue slid against mine, exploring the inside of my mouth with hunger and desperation. I let my hands travel from his head and neck down to his body, caressing his waist and pulling him into me. Matt’s hand left my hip, instead moving up to grip the top of the headboard of his bed, holding it to keep it from knocking against the wall each time we moved. 

He leaned down to let his forehead rest against mine, staring into my eyes. I stared right back. I’d never seen him without his round silver glasses before, but I knew he had a stunning set of dark green eyes and now I could see each little spec of blue in them as they darted around my face, almost nervously. 

His free hand moved to cup one of my tits, rolling his fingers over my nipple to tease the sensitive area. I gasped slightly, arching my back. 

“You have no idea how perfect you look right now,” he exhaled. 

I couldn’t do or say anything else but smile. I always had that reaction when he complimented me, but I was much more used to him saying something about my clothes or my work. His voice always sounded so deep and smooth; to hear him say my name or something nice about how I looked always sent my blood rushing to my cheeks.

“I’m close,” I whispered, touching his chest. 

“Faster?” he hummed. 

“Yeah,” I laughed slightly. 

Before moving again, he adjusted his position, letting go of the headboard. He propped himself up and licked the thumb of his free hand, before lowering it and using it to massage slow circles around my clit. Matt’s body was hovering above me when he bowed his head to start kissing the crook of my neck. Only then did he start thrusting once more, rolling his hips faster and faster. 

The new sensation along with the added pleasure of his fingers working my clit had me in shambles. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan, succumbing to the electrifying, hot sensation that festered throughout my entire body. The pit of my stomach tightened, my legs trembled, my hands gripped anything they could touch. I dig my fingertips into the sheets, his back and shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his scalp. Several times did I pull on his hair like I was holding on for dear life, earning a groan from him each time. I just hoped I wasn’t hurting him. 

Matt let out a loud moan. I opened my eyes to see him struggling to thrust at a consistent pace, faltering every few seconds with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth agape. I watched him look down to see himself pumping in and out of me, his eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tucked under his front teeth. 

He whimpered, trying his best to hold his breath. The sight of him rushing toward his own orgasm sent me over the edge. I cried out his name, gasping as every muscle in my body tensed up. The knot in my stomach came undone and I could feel my blood pumping through my body. 

Only a moment or two later did Matt’s body shudder and tense up. His muscles flexed as he leaned forward and tried his hardest to keep his hips moving, but he was ultimately overcome by his orgasm as he came, my name spilling from his mouth in the most beautiful way. 

I huffed, my body melting into his bed as my legs twitched and trembled. Matt collapsed on top of me, allowing his entire weight to sink into me. His arms were shaking, as if he were shivering. We both laid there for a minute, absorbing each other as we caught our breath. 

I think he fell asleep after a minute or two. He was completely relaxed on top of me like a big bag of sand. After a little while, my breaths became forceful, so I had to wake him up.

“Matt,” I hummed, tucking a strand of his hair behind my ear. 

He wasn’t sleeping. Matt lifted himself up, smiling down at me. He kissed me, seeming quite shy all the sudden as he had to hold his weight up while he leaned his head down towards me. 

“Sorry about these bruises,” he hummed, tracing a circle on the side of my neck.

“You’re not sorry,” I grinned, teasing him. 

“I’m not,” he admitted sheepishly. “They look good on you.” 

After a few seconds, we sat up and helped clean each other up a little. I could see small red marks in his skin from where my nails dug into his arms and shoulders. While helping each other get dressed again, Matt and I found ourselves a little distracted once more, kissing each other gently and softly as we pulled shirts over our heads. His lips were like air. I almost needed them to breathe. 

“Do you wanna finish the movie?” I asked him, massaging his waist underneath his shirt. 

“Sure,” he giggled softly. 

With that, we snuggled up under the covers in his bed, turning the TV towards us. Matt had me in his arms with my back pressed to his chest and his hand under my shirt, tracing shapes on my skin. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep. 

However, at one point, I opened my eyes to find that the TV and lights were off, rendering the room completely dark. Matt was no longer next to me, but it wasn’t long before he came back over to the bed and laid down behind me. His lips softly grazed the crook of my neck. “Good night,” he whispered, before kissing my neck one more time. 

“Mm… night,” I mumbled, barely awake. Matt pulled his thick pile of blankets over my shoulder, peppering small pecks of kisses on my neck as I drifted off once again, melting in his warmth. 

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 4

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,010ish

Summary: You and Tony finally meet up. You get some news that could change things.

Notes: There's kinda a lot going on in this chapter... I hope it makes sense! Let me know what you think! Remember, I'm really not answering any questions with this series. I want things to be a surprise as they come.

You tried not to be hurt by Tony not showing up to the meeting, but you couldn’t help it. You buried yourself in work and school for the next week. You had decided that you were going to give Tony one more week and if he failed to show up again, you weren’t going to plan on meeting him again.

You took your time getting to the meeting spot, swinging through the city leisurely. Stopping at the building across from where you were supposed to meet Tony, you looked over. You could help but smile when you saw the Iron Man suit laying on the thick edge of the building. You could tell that Tony was in the suit by the way his arm was playfully swinging over the edge. 

Swinging over, you flipped above him, landing on the roof.

“Nice to see that you’re alive, tin man,” you said, trying to convey how you weren’t happy that he hadn’t shown up the week before.

Tony sat up and faced you. “I only have myself to blame for that one, I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

Standing up, he took a step toward you. “I did and I know that’s not a good excuse. In fact, it’s a complete shit excuse. I’m sorry, honestly.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to say. You didn’t really know him, so you didn’t know whether to believe how sorry he was. 

“Did you swing by the Tower last week?” Tony wondered, trying to get you to talk.

“Yes,” you answered quietly. “I just… Well, I guess I wanted to see what you were up to.” You shrugged. “But I really had no right to do so. We honestly don’t owe each other anything. We don’t even know each other.”

“But we could…. Get to know each other. It’s kinda why I wanted to meet up regularly.”

“Why would you want to get to know me?”

“I kinda like the idea of a mysterious friend that none of my other friends know about.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was almost cute, how serious he was. “As long as I don’t have to take off my mask.”

“That’s fine… though I can’t promise I won’t tease you about it.”

“I can work with that.”

~~~

Tony and you talked for hours, sitting on the edge of the building in your suits. You talked mindlessly about things: favorite colors, restaurants, food, and things to do. Nothing that would really give your identity away, though you had already told him your real name. You trusted that Tony wouldn’t use that to figure out who you really were.

You wouldn’t know this, but that night is what held Tony through his next week. As CEO again of Stark Industries, Tony was required to go to meetings and this week there were a lot of them. It was long and hard on him but your talk on the roof and the thought of your impending talk the next week is what was keeping him sane.

It was Friday now and Tony and you had spent the last four Saturdays on the rooftop talking away. Currently, you were trying to not focus too much on being excited to see Tony again while working in the school’s lab on your project.

“Y/N,” your professor was all smiles as he walked toward you, “just the person I was looking for.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yes. An opportunity has come up and I think you’re the perfect person for it.”

“What opportunity?”

“Dr. Bruce Banner has reached out to the university. He’s looking for a lab assistant. The university has recommended you for the job.”

“What? Me?”

“Yes. It’s a paid assistant position. You would live at the tower to be available to Dr. Banner whenever.”

You began coughing, choking on air. “Wh—What?”

“This is a great honor. If you were to accept, the university is prepared to just give you your PhD due to the fact that we know that you are more than ready and because you’ll learn more with Dr. Banner than we could ever teach you.”

“Uh… when do I need to give you a response?”

“Monday. You have the weekend to decide.”

“Thank you, Professor. I am honored that you and the university thought of me.”

“You are an extremely bright woman, Y/N. I know you’ll make the right choice and do us proud.”

You gave him a nervous smile and a nod as he walked away. Your mind was running at a thousand miles per hour. What your professor had just presented you with was a great honor and opportunity. 

But… you knew that the Avengers were looking for you, or looking for your superhero alter ego. Just because you lived there, didn’t mean they’d find out, right? You could make work where you could keep your identity hidden and still take the assistant job. This is literally everything you worked for, with the person you longed to work for: Dr. Bruce Banner.

Though, Tony would be there. He could easily guess the truth about you. Would that change the friendship that was forming between you? Would he tell everyone the truth and force you into the evaluation? You honestly didn’t know. Of course, you could be as careful as you could, but would that be enough? 

Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about it, even when it came time to meet up with Tony. You had arrived first, using the time alone, above the city, to think about your options.

“Hey, spidey girl,” Tony greeted as he set himself down beside you.

“Hey,” you replied. 

Tony’s head tilted in the mask as he took in your tone and lack of ‘tin man’ (which he was only fond of when it came from you). You were physically right there with him, but he could tell that your mind was someplace else.

“What’s up?” Tony asked.

“Mhmm?” You hummed, not really listening.

“You seem a little lost in your head. Did something happen?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Tony immediately became overcome with worry. “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”

You quickly shook your head. “No, no, I’m physically fine. And no one hurt me. It’s just…” You sighed. “I have an opportunity that came up and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Tony could tell that you didn’t want to go into much detail about it but he was still going to be willing to help. “Is it an opportunity that is good?” He cringed at his own words. Pepper had frequently told him that he didn’t know how to really have deep conversations, but he was going to try to do better with you.

“It is. It’s really good, what I’ve always wanted… I guess I’m just scared. It’s new and unknown territory that would change my life.”

“I say do it. Yes, it’s scary but you can do it, I know you can.” 

“You think so?”

“I really do.”

You reached over and took his armored hand in your gloved one. “Thank you, Tony. Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N.” He looked at you through the suit and silently wished he could see what you looked like. He wasn’t going to push you on that yet though, but he knew that there was one thing he might be able to do. “Did you sew this suit yourself?”

“I did.”

“You’re clearly not a professional seamstress.”

“Hey!” You playfully swatted at him. “Like you could do better.”

“Actually, I could. A lot better.”

“Are you offering to make me a suit?”

“Only if you want it.”

You shrugged. “I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll think about it? Tony Stark is offering to personally make you a suit and you’re just going to think about it?”

“Oh yeah.” You were smirking under the mask.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Completely.”

He shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, spidey girl.”

“I know.”

You threw yourself from the building letting yourself free fall for a bit before catching yourself by shooting a web up. The web caught onto the Iron Man suit, as he was flying down to you. You laughed as Tony took that as a sign to take you on a ride. The two of you laughed as you zoomed between the tall buildings of New York City. 

After a little while, you flung yourself in front of Iron Man, who surprisingly caught you before you could get a web flung. Your breath hitched at the closeness even though there were masks between the two of you. Neither of you really knew what to do or say, but the suit kept on flying. Your hands were on his arms while his hands were trying to be as gentle as he could as he held onto your waist. 

Before either of you knew it, you were back at the rooftop meeting place. Tony didn’t let you go as the suit came to land on the roof. 

“I guess I’ll see you next week, tin man?” You whispered, not making any move to go just yet.

“I’m not planning on being anywhere else, spidey girl,” Tony replied, his voice soft through the mask. “My Saturday evenings are reserved for you.”

Your heart stopped. You felt like you could possibly cry at the meaningfulness of it all. You wished you had the confidence out of the suit as you did because you would have totally brought him in for a kiss.

“I should go,” you said softly, still not moving.

“Yeah…” He responded, “I should too.”

It took another long moment for the two of you to step away from each other. You kept looking at him as you backed up into the ledge. It took you a second to get the will to jump off and swing away.

~~~

You were still scared of what might happen if Tony found out who you were, but you were going to accept the assistant position. You would be stupid to pass it up. After accepting the position, you had a week to get your things situated and packed up. You were moving in on Sunday, which meant you had one last meeting with Tony where he for sure wouldn’t know who you were.

Tony was waiting on the rooftop for you. He wasn’t sitting down but pacing. You landed on the ledge beside him.

“You alright, tin man?” You wondered.

“I can’t stay long,” his voice was serious, putting you on alert.

“Is something wrong?” You quickly came up to stand in front of him.

Tony sighed, his head hanging down. “I’ve got to go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“I’m being sent on a three-week mission.”

“Oh. I thought it was going to be something more serious than that.”

Tony snapped his helmeted head up. Your reaction was surprising to him, Pepper never reacted well to longer missions. “You aren’t mad?” 

“Why would I be mad? It’s part of your job—part of who you are. Will I miss our meet-ups for the weeks you’re away? Of course. But I understand that being a hero is your job.”

“You’re amazing,” he breathed out, a lovesick smile forming over his lips that you couldn’t even see.

You looked away, embarrassed. “No, I’m not.”

His armored fingers hooked under your chin and helped move your head back to face him. “Yes, you are, and I owe you big time. You have no idea the good you’ve done for me—what you continue to do for me.” You heard an Irish female voice coming from inside the suit, causing Tony to sigh again. “I’ve got to go. But I’ll see you in three weeks, alright?”

“I’m holding you to that, tin man.”

“Good. Someone’s got to hold me to the promises I make.”

“Stay safe.”

Tony chuckled as he backed away. “Hey, it’s me. I’m always safe.”

You shook your head. “Not from what I’ve heard. Just don’t do anything stupid, please. I kinda enjoy meeting up with you.”

“Good, cause I’m not going anywhere.”

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[jinkoh]

(don't) wait up on me

wooseok x reader

summary: moving in with your childhood friend/former crush doesn't seem like a good idea but you were just so bad at saying no...

tags: childhood friends, roommates, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy (y/n is dating someone else in between), severe case of idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort, gn reader (but wears make up/jewlery), reader is a year older, somewhat alternating pov, SFW; warnings: alcohol consumption

word count: ~13k

a/n: back with some ptg after a long time~ so i started writing this fic in september 2022 and uuuh i wasn't sure i would ever complete it but it would have been such a waste to abandon this when it already had over 10k. i wont lie this story is definitely a little messy but somehow i'm still attached, maybe just bc it's been with me for so long. either way i hope you enjoy. &go listen to navy blue or sth~

Masterlist

You'd known Wooseok since you were in first grade, when his family moved in next to yours. He was a year younger than you and so incredibly adorable. The two of you immediately grew close. Neither of you had any actual siblings but Wooseok really felt like a younger brother to you.

He followed you around so much, you probably spent more time together than apart.

Your parents were just as close and it wasn’t uncommon for both families to have dinner together. His mom clearly adored you, treating you as if you were her child as well. Their flat felt like a second home to you.

You went to the same schools too (you teased him about it, saying things like "aw, can't believe you followed me to middle school and now you're following me to high school too" without meaning anything by it, the way the tips of his ears grew red going unnoticed).

He hit a growth spurt sometime around high school, towering over most of his classmates and absolutely towering over you. Maybe things started to feel a little different to you, but you decided to ignore it. You had to ignore it in order to keep the friendship you had intact.

Even though you'd both hit puberty and all that stuff, he still didn't cut it down on the physical contact, throwing himself onto you like a giant dog that doesn't realize how big he is. The way it made your heart race felt all kinds of wrong. He was supposed to be like a brother to you!

After high school you moved away to study. You purposely chose a university a little further off, in order to put some distance between the two of you and get over this. (If Wooseok found himself tearing up a bit after sending you off he didn't let on.)

Wooseok and you had never texted much and suddenly starting with it now would have been awkward. So, aside from the one or the other "how have you been" or "look what i saw the other day" you were barely in touch, spare for the few weekends you visited home.

You found yourself missing him, but it also made you feel relieved when it gave the desired effect: You started thinking about him less, and even when you saw him the weird feelings from before had subsided.

When the time came for Wooseok to apply to universities as well, he applied to yours as well (just because it has a very good reputation for his subject of course!)

He didn't tell you, feeling kinda awkward about suddenly texting you with info like that. But when the acceptance letter came in he felt like it was too late to tell you. What was he supposed to say? By the way, I applied to your university and will go there next semester?

He didn't have to tell you though, because his mom already did it in his place.

After your move, she would send you food from time to time and the well mannered kid you were, you’d always call to give her your thanks.

In one of these calls—you wanted to thank her for the kimchi she’d sent—she told you about Wooseok being accepted to your university and looking for a place to live now.

The information caught you off guard. Of course, you hadn’t talked as much these days, but you still wondered why he didn’t tell you himself. You would have been so proud of him for getting accepted, especially since your university had a good reputation in the field he wanted to study. So why?

Still a little under shock, you barely paid attention when his mom continued on, about how she’d feel so much more at ease if she knew that Wooseok wouldn’t be by himself in the big town and how your mom had also told her that your lease was running out soon.

When a random, affirmative “mhm” of yours was met with excitement and relief at the other end of the line you knew you’d gotten yourself into something stupid.

“Really, y/n, I’m so glad that the two of you will live together. Of course, we’ll help you look for a flat.”

You didn’t quite share her excitement, but you also couldn’t back out now, not when she always treated you so well. And it wasn’t as though you were uncomfortable with Wooseok. You’d long gotten over whatever those odd feelings were!

Wooseok also wasn’t the fondest of his mom's administrations. She had practically painted him to be some lost helpless country bumpkin who wouldn’t survive a day in the city by himself. And that was the last thing he wanted you to think about him.

He'd always hated being a year younger than you, because he felt as if it caused him to miss out on so much. Not only had he never had the chance to be in the same classes with you; he also felt as if you didn’t take him seriously. Neither you nor your friends ever considered him cool. No, he was always just the cute "brother" that you took care of.

So yes, his mom doing this bothered him. But at the same time it was only thanks to her that he got to live with you now. And how could he ever hate that?

Seeing you everyday didn't really help the crush he had on you. The domesticity of it all was painful to bear; the way you looked all cute and sleepy when you got your morning coffee or how you rested your head against his shoulder as if it was nothing, while the two of you were huddled together on your tiny couch.

You got closer again too, of course you were, you were literally living together.

And even though he loved it to be close to you again, it also made him realize how truly impossible it seemed for you to see him as anything more than a friend or little brother.

It also felt as if you were drawing some kind of line between the two of you. You knew his friends and they sometimes hung out at the flat. At this point they were your friends too and when Hyunggu or whoever was hosting a party it was a given that Wooseok could bring you along.

But you never really let him spend time with your friends nor did you invite them over. It made him feel left out.

(You, of course, had a reason for that—but how would he know that?)

One evening when you got up from the couch, leaving the movie night behind in favor of getting ready to go out with your friends, he felt himself getting upset, a little jealous. Why couldn't you just stay home with him? Or your friends could come over instead? He didn't say that though. Instead he just watched you scurry around with a pout. When you retrieved something from the couch table, something inside of him snapped and he latched onto your wrist.

You chuckled the way one would laugh at the cute actions of a child and tried to shake him off, telling him you really had to get ready.

But instead of letting you go he just moved to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Can't you just stay home today?" he asked, still pouting but not looking up at you.

You felt your breathing catch and your heart skip a beat but quickly shook the feeling off. Chuckling again, you peeled his arms off and told him to stop being a baby.

He mumbled a barely audible "I'm not being a baby,” but you didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, you finished getting ready, grabbed your keys and made your way to the front door.

“Don’t wait up on me,” you shouted from the hallway, before letting the door fall shut behind you. 

The sentiment of his touch still lingered, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake. You knew this was bad, really bad.It was as if all the progress, the moving on, that you’d worked so hard on had gone down the drain in a split second, just because of a mere touch.

You leaned against the closed door for a moment, taking a few steadying breaths before reaching for your phone to text your best friend Claire. Sadly, your hand came up empty. You’d left your phone on the table.

But you didn’t want to go back inside, you couldn’t. So you decided to just leave, hurrying to make it on time to your meeting place with Claire.

She noticed right away that something was up with you, immediately asking if something had finally happened between you and Wooseok.

See, that’s the problem with oversharing: Even when you think they will never meet the person in question since he literally lives in a different town, you could never be entirely sure. And then you’re stuck with a best friend who knows that you used to crush on your now-roommate and teases you about it relentlessly.

When she wiggled her eyebrows at you knowingly, it was reconfirmed once more that not letting her meet him for more than a split second was the right choice. You loved Claire with all your heart, but you couldn’t trust her to keep her mouth shut.

She eventually let the topic go though, after you insisted that nothing had happened, and you made your way to the party she’d been invited to. It was her lawyer boyfriend’s crowd. Most people there seemed to be a little older than you, 4 to 5 years maybe, and so put together that you felt out of place in your worn out sneakers.

You sat in some corner nursing your drink when a guy came up to sit next to you asking if you were doing okay. He was handsome with his slicked back hair and the rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt.

He wanted to know what's wrong and because he was so sweet and because you were already getting tipsy, you actually told him about what was preying on your mind. He listened to you calmly, letting you get it all out. Then he smiled softly. “Maybe you just needed a bit of a distraction?”

You didn't sleep with him that night. You could have, it was clear from the way he looked at you. But you hadn’t wanted to and he hadn’t pressured you either.

Instead you just talked for a really long time at the party and he walked you back to the station afterwards. You talked so much and walked so slowly that you missed your bus, so he offered to call you a cab. You declined, but he insisted.

Before the cab arrived he asked if he could have your number.

An apologetic smile crossed your face. “I actually forgot my phone.”

“Ah I see, guess I'm being rejected.” He chuckled defeatedly.

“No, I promise it’s not an excuse. I really did forget my phone. My friend scolded me about it too.”

He considered you for a moment, his gaze wandering from one eye to the other before he nodded slowly.

“Mhm, then, how about this-” He started cramming out a pen and a piece of paper from his bag, scribbling something down before he handed it to you. “I’ll just give you my number, and if you feel like it you text me. And if you don’t, you don’t. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

The cab arrived and he paid before opening the door for you and saying goodbye with a kiss to your cheek.

It was probably around 3 or 4 am when you unlocked the door to your apartment. You tried to be quiet, tiptoeing through the living room to get to your room, when you noticed soft breathing noises. Wooseok was curled up on the sofa, that was way too small for his height, sleeping soundly.

You walked over and pulled a blanket over him, shaking your head with a fond smile. "I told you not to wait up on me,” you whispered barely audibly, more to yourself than to him.

He blinked his eyes open and looked at you through the dark, his hand latching onto yours.

"You forgot your phone.” His voice was thick with sleep. “I was worried.”

You swallowed around the lump that was building in your throat and pulled your hand away.

"If you're awake now you should go to sleep in your bed.”

He made some grumpy noise instead of a proper reply and you just disappeared to your room.

When you were laying in bed, you still saw his sleepy eyes in front of you, looking at you through the darkness with drowsy affection.

It drove you crazy.

You tiptoed out of bed and got the little piece of paper out of your jeans pocket, before you slipped back under your blankets.

And then you texted the guy.

You met up with him a few times after that and he absolutely pampered you. He was always so sweet, inviting you to dinner or a coffee and seeing you home afterwards.

Wooseok caught on eventually, watching you with eagle eyes when you put on perfume or wore shoes that he knew you saved for important occasions. You didn't have to say you were going on dates for him to know and when he eventually asked about it you admitted to meeting someone.

It stung when he heard you say it but he couldn't stop his curiosity. So he asked more about him, his name and what he was doing and how old he was.

He immediately regretted asking. Knowing that he was older and a lawyer just made his insecurities worse. Curiosity killed the cat has never rang so true.

Why did it have to be someone older than you? Why did it have to be someone with a proper job and money while he was just some broke student?That guy would treat you to fancy dinners, while Wooseok was the pathetic roommate for whom you had to cover the rent when his money was getting tight. It haunted him but he couldn't say anything about it. What right did he have?

You started spending less time at the flat and more time with the lawyer guy.

It was good to have a distraction, you told yourself (even if it didn't really work at all. even if you were still thinking about Wooseok all the time, the way he looked at you, the way his hand felt wrapped around your wrist).

Aside from your uncooperative heart, the dates were going well. It had felt a little one sided at first, you only sharing your worries and him not sharing any of his. But as you spent more time together he also started to confide in you about stress from work. He told you about his family too, his older sister, his mom and all these things.

"Maybe you can meet them sometime" he said one afternoon and it sounded casual but when you met his eyes you felt a heavy meaning behind it.

You just smiled and nodded, saying you'd love to but feeling a little unsettled about it. Maybe it wasn't fair to meet him when you were clearly having feelings for someone else.

He noticed your sudden change in mood though and reassuringly took your hand in his.

"No pressure, dear. I'm not trying to force you into anything, okay?"

He was always like that, showing you how interested he was in you but still giving you time and space.

Eventually, he asked you if you wanted to make it official and date him. You hesitated, not sure if it was okay to say yes, but he smiled softly and told you that he didn’t mind if you didn't feel that way about him yet or that you were still hung up on your childhood friend. You could just try, right?

So you found yourself saying yes.

Dating him was nice. He still treated you well, taking you out for dinner or buying presents for you (even though you kept insisting he didn't need to). You started spending most of your weekends at his place and it almost felt as if you were living someone else's life.

His flat was big and clean and fancy. There weren't any dirty dishes on the counter (that Wooseok didn't do again), because your boyfriend had a dishwasher that took care of it. His couch too looked expensive and was actually big enough for two people to sit on comfortably. (Nothing like the small ratty couch in your flat, that barely fit Wooseok on it by himself, leaving the two of you to always huddle together in order not to fall off.)

Everything in your boyfriend's flat was better from an objective point of view. But it didn't feel much like a home.

You were at his place again that weekend, sitting together on his couch and watching TV.

After glancing at the time and realizing it was already afternoon you untangled yourself from him in order to head back.

"You don't have to go home though. You can just stay."

You shook your head. “I can’t, I have to prepare for my classes.”

“Can’t you do it from here?”

“I don’t have my things here.”

“Why not?”

"Huh?" You looked at him in confusion.

"I mean. Why don't you have some of your things here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're here every weekend anyway. Why not leave some stuff here?"

You just stared at him, not knowing how to reply. It never occurred to you to do that. Somehow you'd always felt like a guest in his home. Clearly it hadn't been his intention to make you feel that way but you did and it didn’t seem appropriate for a guest to leave things around.

"Or you know," he continued "you could also just move in. I have enough space."

You hadn’t known what to say before, but now you were completely at a loss of words. You just stared at him in disbelief. Eventually, he smiled and leaned in to you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he got up from the couch.

"Just think about it, hm?"

You nodded and then he helped you gather your clothes and drove you back.

When you reached home Wooseok was  sitting in the living room. He barely acknowledged you walking in. Things had been like this between the two of you for a while now; a little awkward, a little cold. You hated it but maybe that’s what was necessary in order to get over him?

You sighed and went to the kitchen, being welcomed by a stash of dishes in the sink. It struck a nerve with you, but you didn’t want to pick a fight, so you just sighed again. After getting yourself a glass of water you disappeared into your room to prepare for classes. But somehow you couldn’t stop thinking about what your boyfriend had said. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea?

When you got out of your room later that evening with your laptop under your arm Wooseok was sitting there again (or still?). You squeezed yourself onto the couch next to him, but instead of scooting over he just got up to leave without even saying a single word.

It made you angry. Why was he treating you like this? You glared after him but when he didn't turn around you snapped. 

"Are you being serious right now?!"

He turned around then, looking annoyed. "What?"

"Are you seriously going to ignore me like this? You haven't seen me all weekend and this is what I come home to?!"

You were angry but mostly you were hurt by his behavior.

Wooseok just shrugged. "If it bothers you then don't come home I guess. You're at his flat all the time anyway, why do you even bother?"

That stung. That really really stung.

You didn't want to have tears welling up in your eyes but you couldn't help it.

"Maybe I should! He asked me to move in with him, and I might just say yes!"

You shut your laptop angrily to get back to your room. When you walked past him Wooseok was looking at you with big eyes.

"...are you really?"

You avoided his gaze. "Maybe. What's it to you?"

With that you disappeared to your room, slamming the door behind you.

After the fight you texted your boyfriend if you could stay with him for a bit. So, the next day after classes he used his break to pick you up before driving back to work. Left alone in the flat you felt a little lost. You'd never been there by yourself and somehow you were worried about touching or dirtying or using anything. What if something broke? You supposed though, that this feeling would go away if you stayed a little longer. You sat down on his couch to do your university work and then ordered food because you didn't dare to use his kitchen.

You stayed like this with him for a few days, him often working late but always making sure to call you in his lunch break. It was sweet, really.

One evening, when he came home a little earlier than usual, he caught you sitting on the couch, the pizza carton from your dinner still on the couch table. He looked at it kinda funnily and you immediately apologized for not throwing it out yet.

But he just shook his head with a smile. "Y/n, have you been ordering pizza for dinner every day this week?"

"...maybe."

He laughed softly before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. “You know I have a kitchen right? You're allowed to use it."

You chuckled awkwardly.  “I'll keep that in mind."

And yet, the next day, you found yourself eating pizza again.

As the end of the week approached, you realized you hadn't packed for staying a long time. Of course, you could hypothetically wash at his place but it was another thing you didn't feel comfortable doing and somehow the prospect of him handling your dirty laundry felt even worse. So, it was time to stop at home to pick up some fresh clothes …or to go home for good.

The two of you were cuddling on Thursday night, when you told him and he was mumbling into your neck that he could just drive you on the weekend. But you insisted on going by yourself. You felt it was better not to let him run into Wooseok right now but you didn't tell him that.

When you unlocked the door at home on Friday it was so quiet you assumed you were alone. You went to the kitchen to fetch your favorite tea. But as soon as you walked in, you stilled for a moment. It was squeaky clean, no dishes anywhere, nor any crumbs.

Still caught up in your surprise you didn't notice that Wooseok had walked up to the kitchen.

"You're back," he said, standing in the door frame with big surprised eyes.

Seeing him again after a few days made your chest feel warm. None of the anger of the last time you'd seen him was left, you were just glad to have him around. You looked at him for a moment before you shrugged.

"This is still my home too, you know."

"I thought… maybe you wouldn't come back anymore."

You raised the package of tea in some sort of wave. "I'm just picking up a few things."

Wooseoks face fell. "Oh."

“Yeah.” 

The air between you turned tense again, so you tried to escape the situation by slipping past him into the living room to gather some things. Wooseok silently trailed behind you like a lost puppy, as you went from room to room to put this and that into your bag. When you went over to your bed to pack your pillow, Wooseok was watching you from the door frame.

"Can't you just... stay?"

You already wanted to decline but when you looked up and your eyes met his, your heart sank. He looked so sad. You just couldn't say no to him

You put your pillow back down before you slowly nodded. "Maybe just for a bit."

The two of you made some makeshift dinner in the kitchen together and even though it was a bit of an interesting combination it tasted like heaven after days of pizza only. The rest of the evening was spent huddled together on the couch. It felt familiar and comfortable and like home. Only now you realized how much you'd missed this over the past week. 

You completely forgot that you were supposed to go back to your boyfriend, only getting reminded when your phone vibrated on the table later that night, a message popping up on the screen.

where are you?

Wooseok must have seen it too from the way he quickly averted his eyes when you glanced over at him. He was trying really hard to look anywhere but your phone screen, when you picked it up to reply. 

sorry I’ll stay home after all

Then you set your phone aside again, resting your head against Wooseok’s shoulder and focusing back on the movie.

After a while he cleared his throat.

"Don't you have to like... go back to your boyfriend or something?" It sounded timid.

"Not today."

You thought you saw a little smile tug at the corners of his lips but you didn't comment on it.

It was the first weekend in a while that you were spending at the flat with Wooseok. It really felt as if you'd never fought in the first place and you could almost trick yourself into thinking the awkwardness hadn't happened either.

But then from time to time there were small moments where you felt as if he was tiptoeing around you, like the way his hand sometimes halted before touching you and then pulled away, or how he looked at you as if you could just disappear any second.

On Monday you had to go back to your boyfriend’s place since you'd left your laptop (and other things) at his and you could only last so long without them.

Somehow you felt caught between the chairs. You knew your boyfriend would want you to stick around. But you’d only just made up with Wooseok and you didn’t want to leave him alone again. You couldn’t.

You went to his flat when you knew he was at work, messaging him that you'd pick up your things. He didn't seem happy about it but he didn't try to stop you either. What he did try though, was telling you to wait until the evening so he could drive you home. But you felt as if in the end, instead of driving you home he'd probably convince you to stay after all so you declined.

You met up with him later that week for dinner. He picked you up with a flower bouquet in his hand. Even now after you’d been dating for a while, he was still showering you in small gifts and tokens. It honestly felt a little too much, as if he was trying to buy your affection, but you tried to be grateful, since convincing him to stop hadn’t worked.

While the two of you were sitting at your table, waiting for the food to come, he asked you if you'd thought about moving in together.

“I’m not trying to pressure you,” he assured. “I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

You slowly moved your head from side to side. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve only just patched things up with Wooseok, I don’t want to risk this…”

Your boyfriend nodded but there was worry in his eyes.

"I know you don't want to hurt him. But you can't always put him first, dear. Maybe a little distance would be for the best. You need to stop waiting for something that won’t happen."

His words made you swallow. Was that really what it was? Were you waiting? And did it really have no chance of happening? 

You switched topics after that, talking about this and that, from work and university to your upcoming birthday. He asked if you’d be okay to spend your birthday evening with him since it conveniently fell onto a Saturday. Somehow you considered for a moment, racking your brains for potential reasons to decline, before ultimately saying yes when you came up empty.

After dinner, the two of you strolled through town for a bit. Most shops were already closed but you stopped here and there to gaze in through the lit up store windows. At a jeweler, your gaze got stuck on a necklace in the display. Your boyfriend noticed and smiled.

"You like that one, huh?"

"Yeah. actually—no that will probably sound childish."

Your boyfriend bumped you in the side "No, tell me."

"Actually that necklace is from an older collection. It came out years ago and I fell in love at first sight when I saw it back then."

"Oh, like what happened when I first saw you?" He grinned and you rolled your eyes before turning back to the necklace.

"I actually made a promise to myself back then. That I would buy it with my first proper paycheck."

"That's cute,” he said and it somehow made you feel childish after all. It made sense though, the price of the necklace was probably just peanuts to him with his well paying lawyer job. You shook your head and dragged him to move on. "Let’s go."

When your birthday rolled around you were woken up by a timid knock on your door. You groaned in reply and Wooseok shuffled in, a glass with chocolate milk in his hand. It was a small tradition from when you were kids to have chocolate milk with colorful sugar sprinkles on birthdays. The last time you’d done this was probably when you were around 7th grade, so him reviving this tradition now that you were living together warmed your heart.

He set it onto your night stand with a small smile. “Happy birthday, y/n.”

You sat up in bed to take a sip from it. "Thank you.”

“You have a little—” Wooseok chuckled, gesturing at his lips. “Yeah, you got it,” he continued as your tongue darted out to get rid of the milk stuck on your upper lip.

Then you realized the slightly burned smell wafting into your room.

"Uhm, Wooseok, do you have something on the stove?"

His eyes grew wide and he rushed out of the room with a panicked “Oh, no, the pancakes!”

When you came to the kitchen a little later, it was an utter mess. Wooseok was scurrying around trying to plate some slightly burned pancakes with cinnamon and maple syrup. As soon as he noticed your presence, he started pouting.

"You weren't supposed to come in," he complained, his eyes wandering to the little tray he'd started to prepare with a glass of orange juice and the plate of pancakes on it.

Seeing the effort he’d put into this (even if it didn’t go perfectly well) gave you a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. 

"Sorry," You said with an apologetic smile, feeling sorry for destroying the surprise. "But this way we can eat together?"

He was still pouting but reluctantly agreed and the two of you sat at the table to have breakfast. He told you about what he'd come up with for your birthday, giving you a bunch of options to choose from. It included stuff like watching your favorite movie, going to the zoo, taking a walk, playing laser tag, etc.

It was cute how he'd thought about what to do for your birthday but still gave you room to choose yourself. Honestly speaking, you wanted to do everything on his list.

Sadly, since you'd promised to have an early dinner with your boyfriend, that fell flat. He'd managed to reserve a table at a really fancy restaurant that had a sheer endless waiting list. So, since you’d taken your time with breakfast and would have to get ready before dinner there wasn't really that much time to do many things from the list.

You didn't dare to look up at Wooseok when you told him.

"Oh," he replied. "But, uhm, do you still want to do something before that though?"

“I’d love that.” A relieved smile washed over his face at your words.

The two of you decided to get some coffee from your favorite café and then just strolled through the park close to your college. Two geese were waddling around on the grass, loudly quacking at each other.

"Don't they kinda sound like old ladies having an argument?" You giggled.

Wooseok joined in on your laughter. "Marianne," he quacked. "Did you really bring your divorced son to church on sunday?!"

You bursted into laughter, almost spitting out the sip of coffee in your mouth.

"Listen, Karen," You chimed in, your voice funny too. "The lord forgives all."

The two of you fooled around like that for a while, Wooseok making you laugh to the point where tears formed in your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much fun. While your boyfriend was a sweetheart, he wasn't one to joke around that much.

After a while your eyes fell onto a clock in the park making your eyes grow wide. It was way later than anticipated and you really had to get going now in order to get ready. You didn't want to admit it but you would have much rather spend your time with Wooseok than to go to that fancy dinner. But the table was already booked and you'd promised to go. So, the two of you went home, you got ready and then waited for your boyfriend to pick you up.

The restaurant was really nice but it once again gave you that feeling of living someone else's life instead of your own. That feeling had been exciting at first, but it was slowly starting to shift to something slightly uncomfortable. Maybe you liked your own life better, burned pancakes and all.

It was just an evening though! And your boyfriend had gone all out to make this possible!

The tiny meals with their fancy names didn't mean anything to you and maybe pizza would have done the job but you smiled and nodded when asked if it was tasty. You shared a dessert, some fancy flan with liquor in it. It was a little too bitter for you but you didn't want to say. You already felt like a child between all these chic people, you didn't want to out yourself as someone with a childlike palate on top of it.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner?" your boyfriend asked with the sweetest smile

You smiled and nodded, opening your mouth when he held out a spoon full of dessert for you.

"You really didn't have to do all this though," You said after you swallowed.

"But i wanted to"

"Thank you."

"Now are you ready for your present?"

You looked at him in confusion. You thought this dinner itself was already the present. What more was going to come?

He took out a small box from his jacket and slid it over to you.

"What is this?" Your hands felt oddly sweaty. It obviously wasn't a ring – the box was long and flat – but it still looked expensive.

"Open it.”

The moment your eyes fell onto the shiny necklace inside, you started feeling sick to your stomach.

It was pretty, of course it was. Because this was your necklace. The necklace you'd wanted to buy yourself.

You didn't know what to say and just stared at it.

"Are you happy?"

You felt like crying.

No, you weren't happy at all but you also couldn't really say that after receiving an expensive gift, right?

"Uh- it's unexpected," You pressed out.

"I knew how much you wanted this."

"...Yeah"

"You were giving me a hint when you told me that story weren’t you?"

Your head shot up and you stared at him in confusion. "What?"

“I thought you were trying to tell me to get it for you, since you can't afford it.”

“No,” You whispered, your voice shaking. "I meant it when I said I wanted to get it for myself.”

"Ah, I see. But now you can just save up for something else instead." He looked caught off guard at first but quickly smiled again. “Shall we slowly get going?"

You nodded, still feeling sick. You closed the box again and stuffed it into your bag while your boyfriend paid. When you left he reached out for one of your hands but you put them into your pockets, pretending not to notice.

"You're coming home with me, right?"

You knew it had been implied in the plans to go back to his place and spend the night together. But right now you just wanted to go home.

Why did you always have to go to his place anyway? Of course, he didn't have a roommate and it was a bigger place and all that. But from time to time it would have been nice if he'd at least offered to come visit you instead of always assuming that you'd to come over…

When you didn't reply he softly nudged you in the side.

"Where are you with your head, love?"

"Ah," you looked at him before averting your eyes again. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." His hand pushed back a strand of your hair that had fallen into your forehead. "By the way, where is the necklace? Should I put it on for you?"

"I'm already wearing my scarf now." You chuckled in an attempt to make it come out more lighthearted, but it just sounded awkward. "Maybe later."

"We can just take the scarf off and put it back on?" He suggested, his hand already moving to remove it.

You stopped him by holding onto the soft fabric.

"Maybe later," You repeated with a little more force this time

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"So, should we go home?" He asked and it somehow irked you how naturally he referred to his place as home, as if it was yours too.

"I think I want to go back to my place tonight, I'm kinda tired."

He frowned. "What's up with you?"

"I just—It was just a lot today."

"Is it about the necklace?"

You didn't reply.

"Does it bother you that I got it for you?"

"I just," you pressed out, your voice feeling choked up "It was something i wanted to get for myself..."

He sighed. "Don't be so upset, dear. It was a simple miscommunication. You can just buy a different necklace or spend your money on other things.”

He  didn't seem to get your point at all.

"I don't want to spend my money on other things."

"Are you really angry at me for buying you a necklace you wanted?!"

You shrugged, fighting against the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I didn't just want the necklace. I wanted to buy it."

"Fine," he said, sounding annoyed. You couldn't remember hearing his voice like this before. "If it bothers you so much we can just bring it back and you can choose a different one. And then someday if you have the money you can buy this one for yourself.”

"It won't be the same anymore. If I buy it now it won't feel the same.”

"So what do you want me to do then?"

"I don't know. I just wanna go home."

“Okay. I'll drive you.”

You shook your head. “No, not today.”

"C'mon just let me drive you. I'll feel unsettled to let you go by yourself at this time of day."

"I'm okay. Really. So please..."

"Fine." He turned to go to his car that one of the restaurant’s workers had already driven up again.

"Wait," you followed a few steps behind.

He turned back at you with a smug smile, ready to open his car door for you. But instead he was met with the little jewelry box that you held out to him.

He sighed. "You really don't want to keep it?"

"I can't."

You watched him as he drove off and the second he was gone you crouched down on the pavement, sobbing.

You were hurt and frustrated. Of course, your boyfriend hadn't meant any harm, but it felt as if he didn't understand you at all. Him gifting you this necklace almost felt as if he was looking down on you, telling you that you wouldn't ever be able to afford it yourself anyway. Maybe you were being overly petty about this, but you wished he had at least said sorry instead of only justifying himself or trying to convince you it wasn't something to be hurt about. He'd tainted this for you and even if you'd buy this necklace for yourself someday it would always have a bitter after taste.

You cried and sobbed your heart out, ignoring the odd looks you got from people passing by. You didn't feel like getting up and walking to the station, nor did you want to sit in the tram looking like this. But you couldn't call a cab, because your boyfriend was right, you were just some dumb little girl without money.

This was probably the worst birthday you’d ever had, you thought. But then you remembered the way it started, and the memory of it managed to put a small smile on your lips.

You took out your phone and opened Wooseok’s chat.

can you pick me up? you texted, your finger hovering over the button for a while before pressing send. 

It took like two seconds before Wooseok replied and asked for your location. You sent it to him and then stuffed your phone back into your pocket, hugging your legs to your chest and waiting for him to arrive. Your cheeks felt weird from all the crying and your nose was running and you were cold and you just hoped he’d be there soon.

It probably took him around 15 minutes and you had no idea how he’d managed to do that. He came to a halt with his bicycle when he spotted you, getting off the saddle and pushing it towards you. There was worry in his eyes and his breath came out in puffs and you'd never been this glad to see someone before.

Wooseok didn't ask any questions. Instead, he just parked his bike and crouched down in front of you. He got out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away your tears and helped you blow your nose. You should have probably felt terrible about it, having someone younger than you take care of you like that, but you just let it happen.

He helped you up and told you to hold on tight when you got onto the back of his bicycle. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his back. The warmth of his body felt soothing and comforting and you just let him take you home in silence.

As soon as you arrived, he absolutely babied you, making  tea and wrapping you into a cozy blanket as you huddled together on the couch.

He still didn't ask what happened and you were grateful for it, not really ready to talk about it and also unsure if maybe you'd overreacted after all and the whole fight was ridiculous.

Wooseok put on your comfort movie on the TV and you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling your eyes fall shut not even a third into the movie. 

When you woke up the next day, you found yourself tugged to bed without any memory of getting there. You were still drowsy and sleepy and not aware of your surroundings or anything, really.

Checking your phone for the time, you noticed that your boyfriend had left you a message asking if you got home safely. Seeing it made the memories of the evening return. You recalled the overly fancy dinner and most of all you recalled his oh so thoughtful gift. 

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again and you hated it. It made you feel pathetic and as though you were making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe you really were being overdramatic, making it bigger than it was.

But it felt as if he destroyed something really important to you. It hurt.

What hurt even more was that he clearly didn't understand your problem at all. To him it was just some necklace,  he couldn't see the value behind it. He couldn't see that it was more than a necklace to you. It was a symbol of making it, of achieving something by yourself.  It stood for independence. And he took that all away from you, by buying you the one thing you didn’t want anyone else to get for you.

You set your phone aside without opening his message and buried yourself under your blanket again, unwilling to face the day yet.

It was Sunday, so with no classes to  attend you were free to do just that. For a while you drifted in and out of sleep, finding yourself sobbing into your pillow in between.

All of this made you feel so wrong.

It wasn't just the necklace. The necklace somehow triggered something bigger; it made you question your whole relationship with him. It made you question why you always felt like someone else when you were with him. As if you were a little kid trying on your mom's high heels.

And you were tired of it. You wanted your own shoes back.

After a while—you must have slipped back to sleep yet again—you heard soft knocking against your door. When you groaned in reply, the door opened a crack and Wooseok stuck his head in.

"Y/n?" he asked softly before slipping into the room and closing the door behind him, a steaming cup in his hand.

You hid your face behind the blanket, convinced that you must be looking like pure horror from all the crying. Heck, now that you thought of it you couldn't remember taking off your make up yesterday so you probably had terrible panda eyes. Probably already did by the time Wooseok picked you up yesterday. 

It was quiet for a moment, before you heard the hesitant shuffling of steps coming closer.

"I made you tea."

You didn't reply nor did you come out from under the blanket.

"Uh, I'll just–uh–put this here," he mumbled and you heard him set the cup onto your night stand.

It got quiet again and you thought he'd leave but then you felt the mattress dip as he sat down on the edge of it. He sat there for a while not really saying anything. You didn't move either.

"Are you okay?" he eventually tried again.

"I'm okay," you replied but your voice came out croaky and thin.

"Won't you come out?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

"I'm a mess"

"C'mon, y/n, i saw you after your wisdom tooth removal when you were drooling all over yourself. What could be worse than that?"

He had a point there. This was Wooseok after all, he already saw your most shameful sides anyway. Hesitantly, you pulled down the blanket revealing your puffy face.

Wooseok smiled at you softly. “See? I've totally encountered worse."

Now you had to giggle too and it somehow made tears roll down your cheeks again. 

Wooseok's eyes grew wide and he panicked, lifting his hands to do something, anything, against the tears but not really knowing what. Watching flail so helplessly made you giggle more which in turn made you cry more too. You wiped at the corners of your eyes still smiling as you mumbled a quiet "You're an idiot."

He shrugged. “Takes one to know one."

You just rolled your eyes at him and it got quiet again.

"Tea?" Wooseok asked after a while.

You nodded before sitting up in your bed, leaning against the headboard. He reached out to you, as if he was trying to help you sit (even though you clearly didn't need the help) before he moved his attention to the tea instead, passing the cup to you. You took it in both hands, blowing on it a few times before taking a careful sip.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

You didn't look up at him and stared at the steam of your cup instead. "I don't know."

"You don't have to"

"It's probably stupid anyway."

"If it makes you cry like that it isn't stupid."

You swallowed, feeling tears well up yet again at his words. For fucks sake why couldn't you just stop crying already?!

You shrugged. “We went out for dinner."

"Okay," he replied patiently.

"He bought me jewelry."

"Mhm."

"A necklace."

"Okay."

"...It was my necklace," you finally supplied, convinced that Wooseok wouldn't even remember and that you'd have to explain more.

But the moment you said it his eyes widened in surprise "The first paycheck necklace?"

Somehow it moved you that he remembered it.

You nodded slowly.

"And did he uh... did he know?"

"...Yeah."

Wooseok frowned at you. "Then why would he buy it?!"

Relief washed over you when he asked that, making you feel less like an overdramatic nuisance and more as if your frustration about this was actually valid

"He meant well," you mumbled.

"You don't have to defend him."

"He thought i really wanted it," you defended him anyway.

"But you didn't just want it. You wanted to buy it yourself and he knew that."

You nodded. "Yeah."

He nodded too, realizing that maybe his words weren't the most comforting.

"I'm sorry that happened, y/n"

"Thank you."

"...so what will you do?"

"About him? I don't know..."

Wooseok hadn't meant him, he'd meant the necklace. But when you seemed so unsure about being with your boyfriend a small part of him felt hopeful, almost glad.

He immediately shushed that part though. You were having a horrible time and there was nothing he hated more than seeing you unhappy. This wasn't the time to hope for anything.

"Do you- uh," he interrupted himself, not sure what to do with himself. "Can I do anything for you?"

"Turn back time maybe?"  A shallow laugh escaped your lips.

"You know I would," he said. And he meant it. If he could, he would turn back time to before you even met that guy. "But is there anything a little less impossible?"

Honestly, all you wanted right now were comfort cuddles, but you didn't know if you could ask for that. You stared at the tips of your fingers that were wrapped tightly around the tea cup.

"Maybe we could watch a movie?"

He smiled fondly and nodded.

"Wanna move to the living room then?"

You hesitated. "No."

"Oh." he blushed and looked away from you. "Okay. I'll uh get my laptop then..."

He got up again to leave, but before reaching the door he turned back around to you

"What about food?"

You shrugged.

"I'll get you something."

"...Thank you"

After a while, he came back, carrying way too many things at once as he maneuvered himself into the room. He had his laptop under his arm, a package of waffles in one hand, a small bowl with cut up apples in the other and it seemed like he had something in the pocket of his hoodie too.

You had to chuckle when you saw him coming in

"Do you need help?"

"Mostly I need you to scoot over a bit."

You obliged and he carefully set the food on your nightstand while you pulled out the laptop from underneath his arm.

He halted for a moment before he sat down next to you, slipping under the blanket that you held up for him.

Whatever was in his pocket was making a rustling plastic noise as he sat down.

"Ah, right," he mumbled, pulling out the package of cleansing tissues you usually kept in the bathroom and handing it over to you.

"You know, in case you want to..." He vaguely gestured at his face.

"That bad, huh.” You grabbed the package from his hand with a chuckle.

"It's fine."

You wiped your face, all the smeared left over makeup coming off, while he set up his laptop.

"So, what do you want to watch?" 

"Something corny and romantic."

He scrunched up his face but didn't reject the idea. Instead he googled romantic movies and put on one that he'd heard of before.

In hindsight though, it probably hadn’t been the best choice.

You were munching on a waffle that Wooseok had passed to you as the first scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's rolled over the screen, Audrey Hepburn longingly staring at the bracelets behind the display window.

Wooseok noticed his mistake immediately but it was already too late. When he glanced over at you, big elephant tears were running down your cheeks again, dripping onto the waffle you were eating.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know— should I put on something else?"

You shook your head, still munching on the tear drained waffle.

"I gave it back to him," you mumbled between bites, your eyes still focused on the laptop screen where the movie continued.

"That's good."

"I really wanted to buy it."

"You could still buy it?"

You shook your head again before resting it against Wooseok's shoulder. You felt him tense up for a moment at the sudden proximity.

"It wouldn't be the same."

"... Yeah. I know."

For a while it was silent except for the sound of the movie running, but then Wooseok softly raised his voice again.

"We'll find something new." He scooted down on your bed a bit so he could rest his head against yours.

"We'll find something new that you can gift yourself. And then we won't tell anyone about it so no one can beat you to buying it because no one will know."

"You will know."

"Yeah. But I'd never buy it for you."

"Pinky promise?" You held out your hand in front of him and he intertwined your finger with his

"Pinky promise."

You knew you couldn’t just ghost your boyfriend forever, he didn’t deserve that. So after holing up at home with Wooseok the rest of the weekend, you decided to face the music on Monday. 

You wrote him a message, telling him you got home well and if he was okay to meet up with you one of these days. The two of you decided on Tuesday. He asked if he should pick you up after classes and take you back to his place but you declined, asking for a walk in the park instead.

Frankly speaking, you weren’t sure how the conversation would go. You weren’t sure what consequences would be drawn for the two of you. But whether you’d break up or not you had the urge to meet in a neutral place. Somehow throughout this relationship, you’d always intruded in his places. Starting with the party where you met, a party of his friends where you’d barely belonged, and continuing from there: His home, his car, his favorite restaurants, the cafés he recommended—you were always his guest. But this time, you needed to be on equal footing.

“Are you going to… break up with him?” Wooseok asked hesitantly between spoons of ice cream, when you told him about it on Monday evening.

“I don’t know,” you replied truthfully, before dipping your spoon into the shared family pack that was sitting on the couch table.

He nodded. “Just do what feels right.”

“I’ll try.” 

“Should we leave some of the ice cream in case you need it tomorrow?”

You looked at the box thoughtfully before taking another spoonful. “Nah, I don’t have that kind of self-restraint.”

“Thank god.”

“You know,” you mindlessly started again. “I wish I could have felt at home with him the way I do with you.”

Wooseok looked at you with an unsatisfied frown. "Why? Is it not enough when it's me you feel at home with? Isn’t one home enough?"

You giggled. “No, I think you’re right. It’s enough, as long as I have you.”

You weren’t sure what you’d had expected, but somehow everything felt off and different when you met your boyfriend on Tuesday. It was as if a single weekend had made strangers out of you. 

From the moment your eyes met each other on your campus, the two of you were stiff. You didn’t know how to greet him. Were you supposed to kiss and hug? That’s what you usually did but today you didn’t want to.

Seemingly, your boyfriend had similar struggles because he just awkwardly raised his hand in a wave.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied.

You stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say before he nodded in the direction of the park. “Should we go?”

“Yeah…”

The weird silence returned as you set foot into the park and continued for quite a while afterwards. You could hear the geese quacking in the distance and you would have said something about it if the one walking with you had been Wooseok. But it wasn't.

“So,” he said eventually. “You didn’t just meet me to take a walk in silence right?”

“No.”

“Well, then talk.”

“I just… I felt really hurt about the present to be honest,” you carefully started.

He scoffed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You immediately regretted bringing it up. Maybe you were being stupid for making such a fuss after all.

But then Wooseok’s words rang in your head again giving you a little confidence. If it makes you cry like that it isn't stupid.

You took a deep breath.

“I told you that I wanted to buy this necklace for myself and what it meant to me. So when you just bought it for me, it felt as if you didn’t listen to me.”

“I already told you it was a misunderstanding. Usually when your date brings up jewelry it’s because they want it. So I just assumed—is it really something to be so dramatic about?”

You frowned. “I’m allowed to feel hurt about this.”

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.” 

He didn’t actually roll his eyes but his expression and the tone in his voice made you feel like he did. It was obvious that he didn’t feel sorry at all. And what kind of apology was that anyway? I’m sorry you feel that way? Shouldn’t it be I’m sorry I made you feel that way? But maybe you were being nit-picky.

When you didn’t reply he sighed. “So what now?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Are we seriously breaking up because of a mere necklace?”

“I wasn’t–'' You interrupted yourself. What were you going to say? That you weren’t going to break up with him? Were you really not? 

You shook your head defeatedly. “It’s more than that. But that you can’t see that and that it’s still just a mere necklace to you is part of the problem.”

“Well, if I can’t see it then explain it to me!” The way he raised his voice made you flinch, but you tried your best to stay composed and not let any insecurity show on your face.

Still, your voice quivered when you spoke up. “I just—I feel so small when I’m with you.”

“Small? That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not saying it’s your fault. But when we’re together I feel small and pathetic. I just do. And I don’t want to feel that way anymore.”

He laughed. “Is this about him? Is he finally returning your feelings now?”

“What?! No! This is about me.”

“Sure, whatever. You can come pick up your things while I’m at work then.”

“I don’t have any things left at your place.”

“Right,” he sneered. “Even better then.”

He turned to walk away, just like that, leaving you standing in the park. You felt yourself choke up. How did things turn out this way? He’d been so sweet all this time, treating you so well. How could everything go down the drain like this? He’d always seemed so mature to you, so why was it you couldn’t talk things out with him?

The geese were closer now, waddling over the green lawn. They were quiet, no conversations of stuck up church ladies to be heard. Not that it made a difference.

With heavy steps you made your way home, bursting out in tears as soon as the door closed behind you. You knew that Wooseok was still at a lecture at this time, so nothing stopped you from crouching down on the floor and sobbing into your knees until no more tears were coming out. Then you trudged over to the couch and buried yourself under pillows and blankets.

Your mind briefly wandered to the ice cream and you were regretting now that you hadn’t saved any for today. 

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because when you woke up, Wooseok was crouching down in front of the couch, looking at you with a worried frown.

“You okay?” He asked, even though you so obviously weren’t.

You shook your head, it was no use keeping up fronts with him anyway.

“Ice cream?”

“We ate it all yesterday.”

A winning smile tugged at his lips. “I bought a new one on my way home.”

“You’re the best. I really love you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that. Or maybe you had, but you clearly hadn’t meant anything by it. Friends say that sometimes, right?

Yet, you noticed the way Wooseok’s ears turned red as he stood up. He cleared his throat. “I’ll get us some spoons.”

“Thanks,” you croaked, desperately trying to play it cool. You’d only just broken up with your boyfriend today, it clearly wasn’t the right time for whatever this was.

He came back with the ice cream and the spoons, motioning for you to scoot over so he could sit next to you. Huddled together on the couch, you put on some movie and watched in silence, eating ice cream until you felt sick. Wooseok didn’t pressure you to tell him what happened, but you knew if you wanted to talk about it, he’d listen to you.

You didn’t feel like talking about it though, not yet. For now you just wanted to sit on the couch together, enjoying the familiarity of it all. 

Eventually you felt yourself getting tired, your eyes unable to focus on the screen anymore, so you excused yourself to go to bed. As soon as you were lying in bed though, you were wide awake again, the argument with your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—playing on repeat in your restless mind. You kept tossing and turning, unable to calm your thoughts. 

It wasn’t necessarily that you regretted the break-up; how could you stay in a relationship that made you feel like you didn’t belong? But it hurt nonetheless. Despite everything you’d liked being with him. It hurt that it ended like this and it hurt that it ended at all.

Tears were welling up in your eyes again and you sobbed into your pillow, trying to muffle the sounds. You’d lost count of how often you’d cried over the past few days.

When you dragged out of your room around noon the next day, you found a very surprised Wooseok in the kitchen.

“Y/n? Don’t you have classes?”

You shrugged, before plopping down at the small kitchen table. “I‘m skipping.”

Wooseok frowned, worry written all over his face. But he didn’t comment on it further.

“Coffee?” He lifted the can, shaking it lightly. 

When you nodded he got your favorite mug from the cupboard and poured you some, just the way he knew you liked it. You briefly wondered if your ex would have known how you drink your coffee.

Wooseok put the steaming mug onto the table in front of you before he sat down as well.

“You look tired,” he mumbled after a while. “Were you able to sleep?”

You shrugged again, not really knowing what to tell him. You’d barely gotten rest but it also felt too much to admit to that fact. “It’s fine.”

He didn’t seem satisfied at all but he didn’t press further.

“I have classes later, do you want me to bring something on the way back?” A small encouraging grin appeared on his lips. “More ice cream?”

Despite feeling miserable, the question got a little chuckle out of you. “I never thought I would say this but I think I’ve had enough ice cream for a while.”

“Alright, anything else? Or uhm—,” he halted, clearly contemplating if it was okay to address this or not before he continued. “Do you need me to pick anything up from his place?”

“No, I don’t have anything left there. Thank you though.”

He nodded. “It’s no problem.”

“Wooseok?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Wooseok chuckled. “You already said that?”

“No, I mean—thank you for being there for me.”

His eyes looked at you so fondly, it almost made your heart ache a little bit. 

“Of course I am there for you. I—,” he halted. “I’m your friend.”

Somehow the break up was taking a real toll on you. Even though you hadn’t been dating for long, you felt incredibly lonely and there were all kinds of other feelings too that you didn’t want to address. It was a terrible thing to say, but despite the relationship in hindsight not being the best for either of you, you’d been grateful for the distraction it had provided. Now that it was over, you were alone again. Alone in your bed, alone with your thoughts, alone with your stupid feelings for someone you shouldn’t be having feelings for at all.

Your emotional tumult kept you tossing and turning night after night, leaving you tired and exhausted in the mornings.

Wooseok had noticed; you were convinced he had. He kept looking at you with worried eyes, clearly unsure if he should say anything or not. But what was he supposed to say anyway? It’s not like he could solve this.

Struggling to fall asleep yet another night, you eventually peeled yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Maybe drinking a cup of herbal tea could help you find some rest. You sat down at the table sipping on your tea when you heard a door open and Wooseok’s shuffled steps shortly after that as he followed the source of light to the kitchen.

He eyed you with a drowsy frown. “Why are you awake?”

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Did I wake you up?”

He ignored your question, the furrows between his eyebrows deepening even more. “You haven’t been sleeping these days, have you?”

You averted your gaze, almost feeling as if he was scolding you. “I’ve just been overthinking a lot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wooseok took a seat across from you. “Maybe I could have helped you?”

“How?” You huffed a laugh. “By staying awake as well?”

“I wouldn’t have minded.” 

Judging by Wooseok’s pout, you’d sounded a bit too sarcastic. You blamed it on your lack of sleep but you still felt guilty. You tried your best to soften up a little, giving him your best attempt at a smile when you replied.

“At least one of us should get some decent sleep though.”

“Still,” he shrugged. “We could have come up with a solution together.”

“For example?”

“We could watch a movie until you feel sleepy,” he mumbled, and then even quieter, “or you could sleep in my room…”

“Huh?”

“Just—! Just because it’s easier to sleep when you’re not alone.”

Of course it wasn’t a good idea to agree to this. But recalling how lonely you’d felt in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he had a point. 

“Maybe,” you said reluctantly, your voice barely a whisper. “Maybe we could try that?”

Despite being the one who suggested it, Wooseok seemed completely caught off guard, looking at you with wide, round eyes. He visibly swallowed.

“Seriously?”

“I mean, only if it doesn’t bother you.” You didn’t dare to meet his gaze. “But I guess it was a joke—”

“No,” he interrupted. “It wasn’t a joke.”

Just like that, you found yourself awkwardly standing in Wooseok’s door frame a little later, your pillow and blanket slung over your arm. Wooseok sat on the edge of his mattress, his pillow and blanket shoved to one side to make space for you. You’d been to his room a zillion times before, but it felt so different now, so much more intimate.

“You can come in, you know.”

“Right.” Your whole body felt tense as you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. This was a terrible idea indeed.

You let your pillow and blanket fall onto the mattress before crawling into bed, trying to take up as little space as possible. It was weird, really, because you’d never been this careful around him. You were touching all the time, when you squeezed past him in the kitchen or when the two of you huddled together on the couch. Yet, now just the thought of accidentally touching him made your heart race.

Once you’d settled in, he laid down as well, looking stiff as a board.

“I’ll turn the light off,” he commented, already reaching out for the switch of his bedside lamp.

“Right,” you replied once more.

For a moment you just laid in his bed, side by side staring into the darkness. You didn’t turn around to look at him, but you knew he wasn’t asleep. He seemed tense, and you had a feeling he wanted to say something, but it took ages until he finally spoke up. His voice was barely audible, something that didn’t happen often when it came to Wooseok. Still, you heard him just fine.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure.”

“Did you—Do you love him?”

“I—,” you started, instinctively wanting to tell him that yes, you did, you do. But you stopped yourself in favor of being honest. What was the use of lying about this, especially now that it was over anyway? 

“No. But I thought maybe I could.”

“Is that why you dated him? Because you wanted to fall in love with him?”

“Is that so wrong?”

“No, it’s just—I don’t get it. Shouldn’t it come naturally?”

When you turned to look at him, his gaze was already on you, his eyes big and round in the halflight of the room. 

“You can’t force yourself to fall in love. You can’t force yourself to fall out of love either.”

For a moment you felt unsettled. Did he catch you? Did he realize your feelings? Unsure what to make of it, you just stared at him through the darkness without replying.

“I’m just saying—,” he added, breaking eye contact. “You don’t have to try so hard.”

You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

He didn't say anything after that and eventually his breathing got slow and even. You couldn't sleep though. His words kept you awake, filling you with a longing for things to be easy, natural, as he'd said. 

"I did it for you too, you know," you almost unconsciously mumbled into the silence, well aware that Wooseok was already sleeping.

Except he wasn’t.

"What do you mean?"

Your eyes widened at the sound of gis raspy voice and you instinctively sat up, ready to escape. "No," you quickly pressed out, "nothing. Maybe I should—"

Before you could say anything about going back to your own room, you felt Wooseok's hand on your own. He wasn't holding onto you and you could have easily pulled away, but it felt warm and comforting covering your own.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

You let a beat pass by, unsure if you should be honest with them. As though he sensed your indecisiveness, Wooseok gave your hand a little squeeze. 

"What did you do for me?" His voice was so soft, you could barely hear it.

"Dating," you whispered. "Dating him."

You thought you saw him frown. "How could that have been for me?"

You felt a lump in your throat that made it hard to speak. But you'd already been this honest, maybe it was for the best to just lay it all out in the open.

"To get over you," you pressed out.

It was silent. You felt his gaze on you but you didn't dare to look at him. The mattress dipped a little as he sat up too, his hand still on yours. "Why?"

"Because I—," you started but Wooseok wasn’t done yet.

"Why did you think you had to get over me?" He almost sounded sad, and then he definitely did when he tentatively added: "Did it work?"

When you finally turned to look at him, there was desperation in his eyes but maybe also just the tiniest bit of hope.

"No," you admitted. "Not at all."

He let out a sigh you thought was relief as he let his head drop onto your shoulder, just to look up a second later with big black eyes. "Don't try again."

You felt your heart stop at the implication of his words. 

"Why would you try that, when all I wanted all this time was for you to see me?" He still didn’t avert his eyes and neither did you.

"I did," you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his. "I do,” you added.

He tilted his chin up, the tiniest bit, making the tip of his nose touch yours. You saw the way his gaze dropped to your lips and you felt his breath on your skin. You swallowed, your whole body thrumming with nerves. Your eyes searched his for something, and even though you weren’t sure what it was exactly, you thought you found it. You leaned in to kiss him in the same moment that he did, your teeth clashing for a brief moment. You chuckled and he chuckled too, and then you leaned in again, no teeth this time, just lips and love and butterflies.

You didn't remember how or when you'd fallen asleep. You didn't think you'd been wrapped up in Wooseok's long limbs then as you were now, but you couldn't be too sure. It took you a second to realize where you were and who it was that was koala-hugging you, and then another second to remember yesterday's conversations. You glanced over at his peacefully sleeping face at your side, not a trace of the desperation there that you'd seen at night. It hadn’t been a mere dream, right?

You tried to peel yourself out of his grasp, but Wooseok wouldn't let you go, making a whiny noise in complaint. Defeated, you let yourself relax back into the pillow, soaking up his warmth until he woke up.

You thought he'd be flustered once he'd wake up, and maybe he was, but he still didn't let go, instead nuzzling closer and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"That tickles," you said with a giggle. The little sorry he mumbled into your skin tickled even more.

You felt giddy, your stomach filled with butterflies at this display of affection, but at the same time there was a sense of insecurity. What did it all mean exactly? Of course you knew what you wanted it to mean, but was Wooseok on the same plate?

“Wooseok?”

“Hm?” He lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were sleepy and his black hair tousled.

“What now?”

He frowned in confusion. “Breakfast, I guess?”

“No, I mean—what do we do now? About us.”

“So, no breakfast?” He asked and you gave him a little roll of your eyes.

“I’m being serious, you know.”

“I’m also serious,” he replied, and then in a little whisper added, “About us, about you.”

“So we’re doing this, huh? Dating, I mean.”

“Yeah.”

You felt your chest tighten. “We’re not going to mess this up, right?”

He pulled you closer, nuzzling back into your neck. “No. We’re not. We’ll be okay.”

 You smiled and closed your eyes as you relaxed into his arms. “Okay.”

“Where are you going?” Wooseok asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on top of your head, watching through the mirror as you fixed your makeup. 

“Meeting with Claire and them,” you said. You hesitated for a moment before adding, “you can come along, if you want.”

You saw surprise flash through his eyes. After all, you’d never asked him to come along before. But you’d figured now that he already knew about your feelings for him, there wasn’t really any reason to keep him away from your friends anymore. 

“Hm,” he hummed as if he was contemplating. “Not today, I’m in a couch mood.”

You chuckled. “Another time then.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ll be late, though.”

“I’ll wait.” 

Memories of the way he’d fallen asleep on the couch last time, worried since you’d forgotten your phone, crossed your mind, and you wondered if you’d find him just the same way tonight. Except, this time you wouldn’t have someone else’s number in your pocket and you wouldn't shake off his hand if he reached out to you.

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[abitohoney]

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 2 of 6 - There's Nothing Sweeter AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 3.9k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: With an upcoming holiday party to attend, you decide to bake cookies as your contribution to the potluck. Despite Sevika's insistence not to be involved, you're not about to let her get out of this one so easily. (A good dose of fun, a bit of fluff, and just a hint of smut if you squint.)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

“C’mon Sevika!” you plead, “It’ll be fun!”

“No.”

“What can I do to change your mind?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

Determined not to let Sevika weasel her way out of yet another holiday tradition, you take a moment to mull over a way to convince her. You lean forward over the kitchen island as your eyes wander over her stoic expression from where she sits at the kitchen table nursing a drink. It’s a quick movement, but you catch the moment her gaze drops to your exposed cleavage before flitting back to your face.

Gotcha!

“Tell you what,” you start, a playful lilt to your tone, “If you help me with the cookies, I’ll let you have your way with me after we finish them.” Confident you’ve got this in the bag, you make no effort to hide the smile that knowledge elicits.

“You’ll let me have my way with you regardless,” she replies with her own cocky grin.

Well that didn’t go as planned.

“What if I don’t let you this time?” you challenge her. It’s a long shot, but by Janna you are going to get her to drop the Grinch act.

Sevika raises a single dark brow, calling your bluff.

“Don’t give me that look!” you snap, “I can turn down your advances.”

She simply keeps that damn smirk in place for a moment longer, testing your resolve.

When she suddenly stands, chair scraping noisily across the floor, you immediately straighten up. Unsure what exactly she intends to do, you nervously watch as she strides around the island and towards you. You spin to face her as she comes up behind you. Crossing your arms across your chest, you crane your neck to stare up at her with as much defiance as you can muster beneath her towering height.

Her smirk softens into something more… suggestive , and you realize there’s no way you’re winning this round. Slowly- purposefully- she places her hands against the side of the counter, one on either side of you and effectively cages you in place.

The combination of her proximity, the confidence she exudes, and the anticipation of her touch- it all makes short work of what little resolve you have remaining. Your once furrowed brows relax and your arms slip down to your sides. Peering up into her stormy eyes, you silently plead that she let you have this. For once. But, it seems she isn’t going to as you watch her slowly lower her head and bring her lips towards yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you feel her soft lips ghost over yours, but when you lean in for the kiss, she pulls away.

Damnit! She did it again!

She played you. Just as she did with the damn Christmas tree decorating the other day. You even knew that was what she was doing and yet you still fell for it. However, this time, rather than feeling frustrated and angry, you feel hurt. The holidays are important to you, so she should make an effort to spend them with you regardless of how silly or frivolous she finds it all. You turn your head away from her, unwilling to let her see your defeated expression, but her thumb and index finger gently catch you by the chin.

“Hey,” she says softly, but you can still hear the remnants of mirth in her tone. She guides your head so you’re forced to look up at her again. Releasing a deep sigh, her broad shoulders slump in defeat. “I’ll help you.”

The way your face lights up brighter than the fucking Christmas tree has her lip twitching and threatening to turn into a genuine smile. Still gripping your chin, she finally presses her lips fully against yours.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you try to return the kiss, but you can’t contain the wide smile that spreads across your face.

When she pulls back to gaze down at your expression, she shakes her head and releases a quiet, short chuckle. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmurs and pushes herself away from the counter and subsequently you. “Now what the hell do you want me to do?”

Still beaming with excitement, you try to keep it in check before it drives her to change her mind. “You’re going to help me roll out the dough and cut some festive shapes. It’s simple. I’ve got two stations set up. Just watch me and do what I do.” You explain and make your way to the other end of the counter where you have a large bowl of dough prepared. Several cookie cutters, a bag of flour, several cookie sheets and a pair of rolling pins line the rest of the space.

Sevika releases an exaggerated sigh -one that you choose to ignore- before moving to stand in her designated spot.

“So start by putting some flour on the counter, so the dough doesn’t stick. Coat your rolling pin too,” you instruct while performing the actions. You turn to watch Sevika, and although she’s donning her typical grumpy expression, she proceeds to repeat the process as instructed. Once satisfied with her performance, you grab a large portion of the dough, set it on the flour coated counter and start rolling it out. “You need to get the dough flat enough for it to bake properly. About the width of your pinky finger.” Glancing at Sevika’s human hand, you quickly amend that statement, “ My pinky.” That at least earns you a hint of a smirk.

The two of you work in unison while you occasionally peer over at her work. Impressed with how well she’s followed along so far, you decide to let her have at it on her own for a while and concentrate on your batch. Dough at the right thickness, you grab a cookie cutter and start making an assortment of holiday shapes. “Once you have the right thickness just start cutting out as many cookies as you can before placing them on the cookie sheets,” you explain.

With your first round all cut, you turn to check Sevika’s process, only to find she’s been cutting hers using her fucking prosthetic fingers. “Sevika! What the hell?” you holler, face contorting in disgust.

Sevika turns to you, brows furrowed. “What does it look like?”

“Like you’re cutting the cookies using your fucking nasty ass prosthetic finger!”

“Would you prefer I use the fingers I fucked you with this morning?” she asks, arching a brow.

That - catches you completely off guard. “What?! I- No! I mean- you did clean them afterwards, didn’t you?” You had planned to tell her to just use the cookie cutters , but the fact that her statement seemed to imply her fingers are dirty has completely derailed your thought process.

“No. You cleaned them… with your mouth,” Sevika replies. Her dark lips curl into a haughty smirk as she waits for your reaction.

Again, you’re unprepared for that response. “That- that is not cleaning them, Sevika. Janna, please tell me you’re just messing with me!”

She simply grins at you for a long moment, just taking in your dumbfounded expression with a sick satisfaction.

Throwing your hands up in the air dramatically, you decide it doesn’t even matter at this point. “Just use the damn cookie cutters please. And make sure your hand IS clean.”

“Guess you need to work on your instructions,” she sneers.

You’re tempted to form a retort to that snarky remark, but you opt to bite it back when she does- in fact- grab a cookie cutter and start using it. You can’t help but wonder if her act was simply an attempt to get out of doing the task. If she sucks at it, you won’t ask her to do it.

Ha! Not getting out of it that easy.

Both of you return to working in silence until all the dough is used up. Sliding the baking sheets into the oven and setting a timer, you turn to regard Sevika with a pleased smile. “See! That wasn’t so bad now was it? Kinda fun, right?” If the scowl she’s wearing is any indication, you’d bet she’s got something less than positive to say.

“Yes and no.”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you ask, “Yes and no… what?”

“Yes it was bad and no, it was not kinda fun ,” she replies, her tone particularly snarky as she mocks your words.

Grinch.

Determined not to let her spoil the fun, you reach a hand into the flour. You grab a small handful before allowing a devious grin to spread across your face.

“What are you smil-” Sevika’s question halts as you toss the flour at her forehead, covering the top of her head and a good part of her face in little flecks of the white powder.

“ You … need to lighten up,” you tease, making no effort to hide the mirth in your tone. Your smile only grows as you watch her stand there, eyes shut tight and nose scrunched up. She looks downright adorable. “Look! It snowed!” you continue to tease her.

Sevika slowly opens her eyes, and oh boy does she look very displeased. Her brows form a deep v-shaped line.

You should probably be worried, but you’re too caught up in just how clever you think you are. It isn’t until her entire expression shifts that you realize just how in trouble you are.

Her brows relax, causing several bits of flour to slide down her cheeks and onto the floor. Then, ever so slowly, her tight lined lips start to curl up at one corner.

Oh shit.

Starting to back away cautiously, you watch with worry as Sevika dips her human hand into the bag.

While slowly removing her hand- which is clearly overflowing with the white substance- her eyes never leave yours.

About to spin on your heels and run, you find you’re just a bit too slow. An absurd amount of powder hits you smack in the center of your face. You manage to close your eyes in time, but only just. It coats your face. After swiping as much as you can away from your eyes, you carefully open your eyes.

Sevika stands before you, grinning wide and looking ever so proud of herself.

From your periphery you spot the leftover flour coating your station and you withhold your smile this time. You can’t let her know what you’re thinking. Moving swiftly, you scoop up as much of the remnants into both hands before chucking it in her direction.

She raises her hands, but too late, as you manage to get a decent chunk on her face, hair and neck.

Now you’re the one grinning- not to mention cackling- as you watch her attempt to dust herself off. Before she can return her attention to you, you grab another good handful and throw it in her face. And luck must be on your side, as you manage to time it just as she opens her mouth to say something. As she sputters and coughs- white clouds of flour shooting from her mouth- your giggles burst into full on belly laughter. One hand on your chest as it shakes, you raise the other to swipe away a tear as it slips from your eye.

“You little-” Sevika growls, withholding the curse that she'd let follow if she were talking to anyone other than you.

“Don’t be such a sore loser!” you tease between your fits of laughter.

Stormy gray eyes catch yours, locking onto them as she snatches the entire bag of flour in her metal hand.

Your laughter stops immediately.

Oops!

She stalks towards you, closing the gap almost immediately.

“Sevika! Wait!” you cry out. You turn to book it in the other direction, but she catches you by your forearm.

With one swift tug, she spins you around to face her. She grins down at you with the most sinister- no- just downright evil look on her face as she raises the bag above your head.

You are so screwed.

Throwing your free hand up to shield as much of your face as you can, you try one last time to plead with her. “Sevika please! Don’t! You’re gonna waste-” Your plea is cut short as you feel the entire contents of the bag come raining down on your head. You close your eyes and mouth while holding your breath. The hand over your face proves to be useless as the powder easily slips down and over every square inch of your topside.

When the dust- or, rather, flour- finally settles, Sevika releases your arm and you clear your face as much as you can. It’s almost a losing battle, as more just falls down from the top of your head.

I’m the ridiculous one?  

Her wide smirk is still well in place when you finally blink up at her. And oh does that just irk you even more. Peeved that she wasted the entire bag of flour, you’re now the one wearing a nasty scowl.

“Don’t be such a sore loser,” she sneers.

Although you don't appreciate her mocking your words yet again, it's hard to be mad at her when she gently runs a thumb across one of your cheeks to brush more flour off. It's a tender gesture, meant to subdue you. And of course it works.

“You are just awful sometimes,” you grumble. You're not truly mad at her. Looking down, you find your sweater is- as expected- completely coated. Slipping your fingers beneath the hem, you pull it up and over your head, trying to keep it inside out to prevent further mess. Not that it matters. The floor is just as much of a disaster as you are. It even seeped beneath the sweater and between your cleavage. “It’s in my bra!” you gripe.

“You could take that off too.”

Not gonna happen. You know what that would lead, and it's going to have to wait until later. Tossing your sweater onto the counter, you shoot Sevika a glare. You dust off your breasts and try to shake any remnants out of your bra. You’re about to throw her a smart comeback when the timer goes off. Sighing, you head to the oven, trying to ignore how powder falls from your head with each step you take. Grabbing an oven mitt, you pull out each cookie sheet and set them aside to cool. You release another sigh when you turn to look at the floor. “Guess we can clean this up while the cookies cool.”

Sevika says nothing as you move to fetch a broom and dust pan. She just watches you with a smirk from where she leans back against the counter.

Holding the broom out for Sevika to take, your eyes flit to hers when she doesn’t take it. “Don’t think I’m cleaning this by myself,” you scoff when she simply raises a brow. She finally takes it after you shove the handle into her chest. You kneel on the tile floor, grumbling to yourself as you wait for her to sweep the flour into the dustpan you place near the messiest area.

It takes a good six or more rounds of filling and emptying the dustpan to get the majority of the flour cleaned up. Just as you’re collecting the last chunk, you see Sevika’s index finger come into view before she slips beneath your chin.

She guides you to look up at her. She’s still smiling, but it’s much softer now. “That was… entertaining .” Her words come out forced, but sincere.

She had fun - and damn if that doesn’t bring your smile right back. You feel her apply a gentle pressure beneath your chin again and allow her to guide you up and to your feet. Eyes locked on hers, you set the dustpan off to the side while she leans the broom against the island. Remnants of flour remain in her hair and on her face. It’s a rather humorous site. Your smile grows, as does her lopsided grin. You assume she must be thinking the same thing about you.

Stepping closer, she cocks her head as she brings her lips to yours in a tender kiss. It’s brief, but sweet and she releases your chin when she breaks away.

As she smiles down at you, and you up at her, you’re certain she feels the same level of adoration for you as you do for her.

“What’s next?” she asks quietly, breaking the silence.

Feeling a bit disappointed that the tender moment is over, you avert your gaze to the cookies. They should be cool enough by now. Now comes your favorite part, and that at least helps keep your spirits up. “Time to decorate them! Why don't you move the cookies to the counter while I grab the icing and sprinkles.”

Sevika, obviously less enthused, reluctantly follows your instructions and starts moving the cookies to the island.

“So there’s no right or wrong way to decorate them really,” you say as you return to the counter with a fairly large plastic tub full of sugary toppings. “Just make them look fun and festive.” You’re not surprised when she says nothing in response, but what does surprise you is that she starts taking out various items and turning them over in her prosthetic hand.

She silently watches you decorate a wreath shaped cookie before starting to work on her own. She mimics yours, using the same colors in the same places. And though she could definitely work on her technique, you’re impressed by her attempt.

“Nicely done,” you say with a smile.

Your praise earns you a quiet, disinterested hum from Sevika while she grabs another cookie and starts decorating on her own.

The two of you work in comfortable silence until there are only a few cookies remaining.

Grabbing a gingerbread man shaped cookie, you decide to test your own skills and make something a bit more… unique .

“Is that supposed to be me?” Sevika asks just as you finish.

You turn to her, a proud smile plastered to your face. “Yes. It is actually,” you reply and hold up the little gingerbread man- or, woman- for her to better see. One arm is decorated in copper and purple icing. The head is covered in short, black hair. You even gave it a little cropped top and low-cut pants. “You look so sweet! I could just eat you up!” you tease. “Get it? Cause this is you- as a cookie- and cookies are sweet.”

Releasing an exaggerated sigh, Sevika shakes her head at you before returning her attention to her Christmas tree shaped cookie.

“Oh come on! It was funny!” you insist. You catch the corner of her mouth twitch despite her clear attempt to hide her smile. “You think I’m cute and funny. Admit it. I saw you smile.” Not really expecting her to admit it, you simply smile to yourself and grab the last cookie to decorate. Just as you’re adding the finishing touches, you see Sevika’s prosthetic slowly slide across the counter and into your view, pushing a cookie along with it. You stare at it for a moment. It’s also a gingerbread… woman . If the fucking tits she put on it are any indication. “Sevika! Seriously?” you ask incredulously. It even has little nipples.

“It’s you,” she replies, no hint of shame in her tone. Not that you’d ever expect that. “Now you look good enough to eat. Again.”

Your attention flits to her face to find her smirking. Janna is she only ever happy when she’s toying with you? Damn sadist. Damn gorgeous, sexy, sadist who seems to have forgotten these are for a party. “You can’t decorate them inappropriately like that! We’re bringing these to Silco’s holiday party!” you chastise her and plant your hands firmly on your hips.

Sevika reaches for the cookie, keeping those gray eyes- full of mirth- locked on yours as she raises it to her mouth- and fucking licks the icing tits right off. “There,” she states simply and places the cookie down with the rest of them.

“For fucks sake Sevika! We can’t bring ones you’ve licked either!” Oh you are just so done now. The way she just grins so arrogantly at you is a clear indication that she’s doing this on purpose. Probably has something else brewing in that wicked mind of hers-

“How about I lick your real tits instead?” she asks and steps closer, invading your space- for the second time this morning.

“Stop- stop distracting me,” you stammer. Damn she’s got you so flustered. How does she just use her presence- or that deep, raspy tone- to switch the mood of the room in an instant?

“Stop distracting you ?” she chuckles. “Babygirl, you’re the one who's been distracting me all morning with your tits on display.”

Ok. She’s got a point.

Mouth open, you’re about to tell her to control herself, but that thought quickly empties from your head the moment you feel her hands on your bare waist.

She gently turns you so you’re facing her and crowds you, forcing your back against the counter. Gray, hungry eyes watch your wide, innocent ones for just a moment before she lowers her head. Pulling down one of the cups of your bra, Sevika presses a kiss to the curve of your breast. Her other hand- the one made of flesh, skims up your abdomen to cup the other breast.

You sigh, letting your head fall back as you feel the warmth of her large hand through your thin bra. Her name spills from your mouth in a soft moan when she sucks at your flesh in time with the squeeze of her hand. You thread your hands into her hair to pull her face closer. The familiar ache of arousal spreads from your core and down your legs when she takes your nipple into her mouth and sucks gently. Then she clamps down with her teeth and your legs threaten to give way. She must notice this, as you feel her metal claws sink into the flesh just below the breast she’s currently teasing with her tongue.

Finally releasing you from her mouth, Sevika straightens up to admire how you gaze up at her through hooded eyes. “Shower?” she asks, tone deep and suggestive.

You nod, not trusting your own voice with how turned on you are.

“You got a little something on your mouth,” she purrs.

Before you reach up to wipe away whatever it is, you catch the glint in her gray eyes. She’s got something planned.

She brings her hand up with a small amount of icing on the pad of her thumb and spreads it across your parted lips. Leaning down she captures your mouth in a passionate kiss. Her tongue teases over your lips, withdrawing another soft moan from your throat. When she breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and dizzy, she bends down to scoop you up into her arms bridal style.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you smile up at her as she carries you towards the bathroom. You give her a quick peck on the cheek. “How do I taste? As sweet as sugar?” you ask playfully.

With a cute, crooked grin, she replies, “Babygirl, there's nothing sweeter than you."

next chapter >

[sugutoad]

Matchup for @rezqwr

╰┈➤ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

╰┈➤ Suguru Geto ‘I Just Couldn’t Wear A Heartfelt Smile, Living In This World’

I will be honest here, I had so many thoughts running through my brain as I read your matchup. My head was debating between Gojo and Yuta since Gojo was so much like you and Yuta would be so sweet and perfect but my brain just yelled at me to pick Geto.

You two are like the opposite sides of a coin, yin and Yang if you must put it. He is so calm and relaxed and you are so bubbly and kind. He has been with Gojo and Haibara so your personality would be normal to him. I just can’t explain but he is the one for you. 

You are so trustworthy and the mere presence of you in his life is enough to make him smile. To help him calm down and wear a heart full smile. The way you make his heart breath, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body whenever your tiny yet beautiful figure is around him.

You are so beautiful. Suguru immediately noticed that when he had met you. The way your hazel eyes shone in the sun and your cheeks seemed even more rosy when the weather had turned frosty. He was almost tempted to not give you his scarf because he didn’t want you to hide you rosy cheeks and freckles. 

Speaking of your freckles, that’s easily one of his many favourite things about you. They make you look so unique and beautiful. He knows it is cheesy and Gojo often teases him about it, but he loves to just watch you talk while he silently counts each freckle. 

He is so mean when he learns you are scared of bugs. His little girl is afraid of something that's even tinier than her? That’s something that made him smile the whole day. 

At the mention of your height, you aren’t short actually. But Geto towers over you and he will bring it up every moment. His whole high school life, Gojo would always bring up how he was so much taller than him which left Geto sort of bitter in a sense. So when you entered his life he decided it was his job to tease you. But he buys you platforms all the time since you look so cute in them and the fact they make you happy.

Geto used to be so happy, he saw the good in everything like you did. But after Riko’s death, things changed up for him. The world was such a cruel place. Right? Yet why did the thought of your smile linger in the brain? Your laugh was a melody to his ear. And before he knew it, he wa in love with your warm smile and kind eyes that were etched at the back of his head. 

He has seen you apply makeup so many times and when you had asked him to do his makeup, he hesitated. Gojo and Shoko would probably bully him for the rest of his life, but he didn’t want to upset you. So after gathering all his pride and humiliation, he let you do it. He would never admit it, but since you did light natural makeup on him, he thought he actually looked kinda good. 

When he was going through his little arc when he had isolated himself from everyone, you noticed immediately. You couldn’t stand seeing him like that. Even though he lied to Gojo that he felt ok, he fell into your embrace. And even though he had kept silent, it was obvious that he was broke and needed you more than anything or anyone. 

You said you suck at baking? Well poor Geto. This man will do anything to make you feel good so when you think you messed up on a recipe and feel bad… well let’s just say Geto Will stuff it down his mouth no matter how bad it tastes. He will after give you a compliment and tip on how to improve. Part of him doesn’t mind it since he is already used to eating curses which are described to have a horrible taste.

You, alongside Gojo, were one of the most devastated people when Geto left. You hated change, especially in this damned world. How one second a person will be breathing and the next second they are gone — gone from grasp, your fingers merely brushing against his shirt.

He asked you to join him. He knew Gojo would throw a fit and despite Shoko’s calm exterior, she would reject him. But you understand the cruelty of the world and want to make it better. And Geto thought his method will make it better but you said no.

You never saw him again. Him and his stupid little smile and soft brown eyes lingering at you during long walks. Holding your hand and taking you to the zoo. Buying you a black cat. All of those moments were nothing but a memory.

 And next thing you know, he was there. Threatening everyone sorcerer  of the event that will occur on the night of Christmas Eve. But you saw how he looked at you. The way his eyes soften for a mere second when he turns your way but snapping back into reality. Then he left, again. As always. You had hope he was somewhere out there, alive and that maybe after seeing you, he changed his mind. But when Gojo entered your room and announced his death, your life was over.

The man you loved was dead.

[pokegalla]

Hello!

I’m unsure of which AUs you write for, but can I request either Cross or Template!Error with who has a crush on the reader,

but the reader has an extremely deep voice (Corpse husband type of deep) and dress very dark and seem intimidating but they are actually really friendly and funny once someone talks to them?

Thank you!

- 🐨

Hello!

Sorry for the uncertainty. Allow me to explain! You see I know a LOT of AUs and I decided to not make a list because I thought it might be a bit much. That’s why I wouldn’t mind getting requests of any AU even with the possibility of not knowing it.

I get to learn a new AU and you get a character you love! A win-win deal I might say. So don’t be afraid to request even rare AUs! Now for your request, I’ll be doing both! (Template is definitely a rare one so how could I NOT write about him?!)

Enjoy!

Cross:

* At first he was cautious of you. Everything about you was intimidating from your looks to your voice. He would observe you and keep a distance.

* Eventually he’ll begin to pick up on your friendliness though. Like that one time Epic wanted to invite him for a game night and coincidentally he invited you as well. He learned of Epic’s plans to get him to get more comfortable around you. It almost backfired when you approached him but he immediately calmed down when you pass him a bag: Filled with Tacos.

* He started to warm up to you. Especially when Epic and you were having a mini meme war. He never laughed as hard as he did that night. In fact it was then he realized he might actually like you MORE then just a pal.

* This boi can’t hide the pinning on you. Seriously he leaves gifts, blushes a lot around you, even dropped a few flirts your way. But he denies it. BOI WHY IS YOU LYING-?

* He gets teased so much that if you didn’t figure it out before, you learned it cause Epic was hyping him up and Cross proudly said it out loud….while you were passing by. Whoops.

Mini story time!!!

You decided to visit Epic cause you found some limited time special edition cookies that looked soooooo awesome you just HAD to share it with him. You smile and wonder if maybe Cross was there as well. Now sure you are usually in your own little world but you’re not dense. You knew Cross seemed to have a little crush on you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t interested. He was very adorable when he was blushing and all embarrassed when Epic teased him. Maybe today you’ll tell him how you feel.

“C’mon Bruh! Say it with more bruh power!!!” Epic shouted. You sweat dropped. What are they up to?

“I….I-I like them….,” Cross muttered.

“Nah bruh! Say it with your chest!” Epic shouted as you appeared by the doorway.

“I LOVE THEM!!! I LOVE (Y/N)!!! AND IM FINALLY GONNA TELL THEM HOW I FEEL,” Cross shouted. Your eyes widen and a slight blush went across your face.

“Love you too, Crossy,” You spoke up. Cross turned around in shock. “Now c’mon and share some cookies with me.”

“Cooooooookies,” Epic shouted. He ran after you as you walked into the kitchen. Cross was still in shock.

But he chuckled and ran after you two, “Wait for me!” You three enjoy some cookies and Cross finally gave you a kiss.

Template:

* You low key scared the poor cinnamon roll. But he kept his confident hero persona up and greeted you with no hint of fear. (Minus some flinching and stuttering on some occasion).

* You felt bad as you noticed it and tried to get him to be more comfortable around you. You try not to tower over him, you speak softly but loud enough to be heard, and you get him gifts (usually Ink-related stuff). He notices your careful yet friendly actions and feels all warm inside from your attentiveness.

* You’ll notice his change in behavior when he gets comfortable with you: more energetic, always making sure you’re ok, and usually sticks by you more often. He even jokes about being your hero and to count on him to be protecting you. (My god he’s too cute-)

* What’s annoying is that he is kinda oblivious to his own pinning. He goes on and on about you without realizing it. Even PALE fricking figured it out. When he DOES realize it, he becomes really flustered. Ever had a fanboy? Well now you do. He just becomes EXTRA energetic and EXTRA protective of you.

* Sometimes it might be a bit much. So when you confront him, he accidentally blurts out his feelings. He becomes extremely flustered upon realizing what he just said…..lol aw poor guy.

Mini story time!!!

“I’m JUST saying I don’t need to be watched over all the time Template! I can handle myself,” You explained to him.

“B-But if something happened to you, I could never forgive myself,” Template explained.

You sigh, “I appreciate your concern but it’s not necessary. Like why are you so worried about me?”

“Because I love you (Y/n)! You’re so special to me and-,” He suddenly paused realizing what he said. You watched as his whole skull was completely flushed, “I-I mean….that’s not what I….”

Oooooooh you understood the problem. You were pleasantly surprised but it made sense of why he seemed so clingy nowadays. You approached him and gave a small kiss on his teeth.

“It’s ok….I love you too. Just please take it easy from now on ok?” You said.

“D-D-Does that mean w-w-we’re a couple now?!” He asked. You nodded making him jump for joy. “I promise I’ll do my best for you! And….alright I’ll stop worrying too much.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

[kquil]

Hello sweetie ! Congratulations for your 1k, you totally deserve it, your writing is so soft and, how could I say it, light? I mean it's always so sweet to read and I'm always in a good mood after ❤️

If I dare ask for a little cupcake🧁 (but really if you don't feel it or don't have time it's ok ^^, I'm just really curious 🫣)

About me: I'm a short woman (157,5cm) but I'm kinda okay with it. True Hufflepuff, I have only a few friends but they mean the world to me. I love reading (fantasy or swashbuckling novel kind), my puzzles and just enjoying my time quietly or with some music. I'm shy at first but when I'm at ease, I laugh at good jokes and can't stop talking, mostly when the subject is interesting. I love when I can have a real talk with people, not just small talk, I can't stand hypocrisy.

I think that's it. Thank you for taking time to read this at the very least and really, don't feel presure ❤️

Have a lovely day and again, congratulations 🌸🌸🌸

Val 🌸

hi val! thank you so much for the congratulations! I’ve never had someone describe my writing as ‘light’ before so i’m quite happy that you did and even more happy to know that you feel better afterwards! thank you also for wanting to celebrate my milestone with me through a cupcake! I’m sorry i took so long, darling and i hope you enjoy! 

from what you’ve told me, i ship you with Remus Lupin! 

i. you two are a match made in heaven! Such a true pair, in fact, many people speculated you were dating before you two even spoke a word to each other, they just found so many similarities between you. The rumours grew so much that it eventually reached the two of you and made your first encounters rather awkward. there was a lot of teasing from the marauders on remus’s end whereas your friends also teased you on your side of things so it took a little longer for the two of you to properly get acquainted outside the rumours people had built up around you

ii. deep down, you didn’t want to succumb to their fantasies of what your relationship with remus should be, platonic or romantic, but you couldn’t help but be drawn to him and him, you. even though it made it hard to spot you in a crowd, remus adored your shorter size compared to him, it was a charming size difference to him. people often see him looming over you with a soft and tender aura, his gaze gentle on your adorable form doing mundane things before him. you, however, found a lot of comfort in his towering height, it was very helpful having him around to get books from higher shelves in the library or have him easily cast his cloak over you if it ever started raining. since his presence was largely comforting compared to his size, you’ve grown a particular fondness for his loftiness. 

iii. the two of you have this thing where you’d exchange some books for the summer and return to provide your reviews in person. remus quickly grew to know which genres and tropes you liked in a book and often searched for them, even pushing himself to read them quickly before summer so that he could lend them to you and the two of you can have fun going through the story together. people would usually find you both pressed close together on a library or common room sofa sharing a book with you leaning in close as remus hovers from above your height, his gaze regularly drifting to stare at you 

iv. you introduce him to puzzles and he introduces you to chess. he teaches you well and soon enough you’re beating him at almost every game of chess he challenges you for. it hurts his pride to have you overtake him so quickly in terms of skill but he doesn’t know that it’s only because you worked so hard in order to impress him. your efforts weren’t in vein either, because he really was impressed and, over time, grew to accept the challenge and looked forward to every chess match with you.

v. for puzzles, you got him a huge elaborate one as a present and the two of you worked through it together over the christmas holidays when he - and the rest of the marauders - decided to stay at hogwarts for sirius. the boys can’t count how many hours you and remus spent by the common room fire going over the puzzle together as you softly humm christmas jingles under your breath. The boys would have complained more about you stealing ‘their remus’ despite not being official if you didn’t bribe them with snacks and treats from the kitchens. — ‘she’s a keeper remus!’ peter cheers around a mouthful of pastries before chugging some of his hot chocolate along with sirius and james who fought over the chocolate chip cookies.  

vi. another favourite activity you and remus liked to do together was reading in bed together as soft melodies played from an enchanted lyre you were gifted by your aunt who adored music. He’d have one of his long arms stretched out across your shoulders as he read his book in one hand while you rested your head against his chest and flipped through the pages in front of you. whenever the marauders would see you too cuddled up and comfy together, they would pucker their lips in mock kisses and dramatically flutter their lashes until remus threw a spare pillow at them and you became a giggling mess.  

vii. remus could listen to you talk all day long, adding in his own thoughts and theories here and there but not often. you’d be sat next to him as he rested his chin against his palm, propped up by his elbow on the desk. it was when you two were mid sentence that you finally saw the adoring look in his eyes and stuttered to a stop. remus saw no fault in your flustered appearance and simply tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear before uttering “go on…”. after this moment, a flip switched between you two and it wasn’t long before you made it official with a bashful but sweet kiss between the bookshelves of the hogwarts library. 

viii. like a true hufflepuff you were loyal to him, you didn’t care of his scars or his ‘furry little problem’ when he finally confided in you his struggles, especially when the boys urged him to be more open as his secrecy put a noticeable strain in your relationship. you were there for every full moon no matter if your role wasn’t like the boys, in fact, you took care of all the boys before and after a full moon to show your support and willingness to help — a demonstration of true love that remus wouldn’t ever dare breaking or take for granted

ix. honourable mention, i also, lowkey ship you with, james potter! He’s a sweetheart but a little intense and you’re someone who grounds him gently, your presence calms him and makes him feel like everything is going to be okay, which is especially good whenever he has pre-game jitters for quidditch matches - you’re like his lucky charm. He’s just as talkative as you are so the conversations the two of you share are always so engaging that other surrounding people feel compelled to listen in. sucks for them, however, because you two make up a lot of code names and shortcut phrases that only you two know the meaning of to be able to understand. you’re the first person to call james out on his hypocrisy when it comes to the treatment of slytherins as some aren’t as bad as the louder, more evil ones tend to be. you made him see through his own prejudices and fixed up his act as soon as you said ‘i hate hypocrites, james,’. you made him a better person and he loves you for that. 

[achilleslefttoe]

JWCC Dr Buddies

ok so i love my Camp C dr to death and wanna talk about all my buddies

Brooklyn: so brooklyn and i generally get along, she gets on my nerves sometimes but i try to be nice about it. we also bond over not really knowing what actual high school is like. we’re both rich wildcards when it comes to skills. i may or may not have learned how to pick a lock from her youtube channel-

Yas: we also somewhat get along, we liked quietly drawing together before the whole indo thing. we bond over talking shit honestly. i forgot where but i keep seeing a lot of hcs saying she speaks arabic because of her family and i speak hindi cause of mine in my dr (i can go into that in a later post) so we end up teaching each other bits and pieces of the languages for the silly funnies

Sammy: sammy is the sweetest person ever and i love her for it. i knew she was lying about the meat supply thing immediately but i let it go cause i liked her, when the reveal come out i wasn’t shocked but i tried to be super supportive cause id do anything for my family as well. during the scorpius rex thing, i ran off to my cabin (another thing i can go into another time) to acquire some pain meds for her and extra bandages. i did get attacked and i might’ve passed out when i got back but it was worth it for my bestie

Darius: if i’m being so fr, we like info dumping about dinosaurs together and he loves hearing about what it’s like to live on the island. i actually wrote the storyline of and helped code the video game that Darius beat for his ticket to camp. he’s my little bro frfr. i do replace him in a lot of scenes because i needed some parallels.

Kenji: we’ve known each other forever. the year we’re in camp is like the 8th year of our friendship. we met when we were little since we both spent so much time on the island, his dad and my uncle were busy so they stuck us together. he’s a bit older than me but we end up really really close. when we were young we’d get into all types of trouble together and it stayed the same as we got older. we like to tease and make fun of each other all the time. we have a very sibling like relationship and after the island we wanted to stick together. after the show, he stays with me and Claire who gets custody over me after my uncles death. but when she goes back for he island during Fallen Kingdom, Kenji is in college and ends up staying near the Bowmans.

Ben: Last but definitely not least, my silly boy-o. our relationship is interesting. when we first met in camp our relationship was based on him wanting to be protected and me needing to feel needed. so we pretty much stuck together all the time, we liked being together and it was beneficial for both of us in some way. then when he fell, we both grew like a lot. i stopped being so reckless and started to be cautious and asking myself “what would ben do?” then he came back and he didn’t need protection. and that kinda freaked me out cause yk trauma. then we have this stupid argument and we make ups nd everything is good again!! we’re besties and we’re stronger than ever. then we start catching feelings for each other. my emotionally unavailable ass rejects him at first, terrified. then after a while we get even closer and i feel ready to take chance. ALSO I USED TO BE TALLER THAN HIM AND THEN SUDDENLY IN CHAOS THEORY HIS ASS IS TOWERING OVER ME??? LIKE WHAT.

also jwcc height hcs

[lovermase]

Hiyaaaa🤭

You’re talking to someone; a colleague he presumed from the familiarity of their presence around each other while they engaged in their conversation. You’re doing most of the talking, like you always does and he’s standing there attentively listening. You had that certain way of demanding everyone’s attention whenever you spoke or walked inside of a room. You was unsure of this effect or power but Mason was well aware of it. EHEHEHHEHE MASON LIKES HER OPSSSYYY

It was effortless the way your beauty captured people’s attention, the authoritative way you walked in the room, your smile, wide and comforting. Eyes; beady and alluring. You were one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever laid eyes on. AHAHHAHAH HE IS AT HER FEET

Bringing the bottle up to his lips, Mason chugs down the remainder of his drink then sets the bottle aside leaving it forgotten on the bar counter. He stands to his feet, sliding his hands inside the front pockets as he begins to walk over to the refreshment. HE IS JEALOUSSSSS 🚨

‘Sorry, the line in the bathroom took forever.’ He murmurs apologetically against your ear but still loud enough for you and the colleague to hear. He lifts his head, arm still wrapped around your waist. He narrows his gaze on the guy, giving him a condescending smile. OMG WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING

When he’s out of the view and somewhere on the other side of the room, Y/N whips around to face Mason. You shoves his hand off of you, folding your arms across your chest. ‘I don’t need you to defend me.’ You retort. YOU DO

Mason chuckled wryly, shaking his head. ‘A simple thank you would’ve been enough, little one.’ LITTLE ONEEEEEEEEE

Your friends started to call you ‘little one’ as a joke because you were the shortest one out of all of them and that nickname just stuck til this day and you knew Mason only called you that to rile you up and he succeeded everytime he called you by that nickname. AHAHHAHAHA HE OBVIOUSLY DOES

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tilting a curious head at her, Mason hums in amusement. ‘We aren’t friends but we are something much more intimate than that. Aren’t we sweetheart?’ He teases, the tone of his voice is flirtatious and that makes your stomach tighten and your toes curl. OMG SI THEY ARE FWB WAIT A SECOND

‘You’re just someone I go to when I need to relieve my stress, nothing more.’ You answer with a shrug. It’s kinda harsh but you know that’s the only way to get him all riled up and angry.OHHHH THAT WAS MEAN

Truthfully, he was just more than sex. As time progressed you found yourself actually liking Mason’s presence around you for more than your sexual desires. You chided yourself for developing feelings for him. This thing between us was supposed to be strictly sex only no feelings whatsoever. That’s what you initially intended when you first seeked him. Somewhere down the line however you found herself falling for him. OHHHHH SO SHE LIKES HIM TOOOO

‘Missed me?’ He quips teasingly as he pushed himself off of the wall. He could see the outlines of your silhouette as you approached closer. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Mount. I’m looking for the bathroom.’ You inform him, rolling your eyes at his arrogance. Your footsteps however stop and your standing directly in front of him.‘Why are you out here anyway?’ You questioned. ‘Why did you stop here when you were supposed to be looking for the bathroom?’ He quips in a quick wit ignoring your question and causing another blush to colour your cheeks. THR TEASINGGGG

‘Why do you keep talking to me when you claim not to like me?’OMG OMG OMG

‘You know, little one,’ your nickname name rolls off of his tongue in a way so sexy that you didn’t even have time to berate him for using it again. He’s standing in front of you; the smell of his cologne fills in the air around you. His body towering slightly over yours a few inches. ‘I’m starting to think that you care about me more then you let on.’MASON MOUNT OMGG

You nod your head, giving him approval and consent to proceed. AHHAHAHA SHE CANT SAY NOOO

THE SMUTTTT🥵🥵

Because holy fuck; you’re so perfect. So beautiful. And he wants to tell you that he wants more, a real relationship with you. But he wasn’t good with words. Nor with relationships. And he didn’t want to risk the possibility of ruining this; not the sex, the time he spent with you. OMG MOUNTTT TELL HERR

He knew the rules of their situation when they first agreed to this. No relationship, no emotions. Though he fails greatly at the latter, he would continue to be used as something to help you fulfil your needs when you need a release. OMG SWEETHEART

It was no telling how long they would be out there but damn it, Y/N was almost finished and you could no longer wait. You reached down and picked up your underwear, stuffing them inside of Mason’s mouth. ‘Don’t make a sound.’ You whispered in caution, he answered with a head nod. OMG🥵🥵

His light chuckle is only the slightest bit smug. He shrugs a shoulder, hands reaching up to rub soothing circles against your back. Something about it seemed so intimate. They didn’t do that. They didn’t cuddle after their hookups. They talked and made jokes but never cuddled. The fondness of it scared you. OHHHHHHH🤭🤭🤭

‘Hey, is everything cool? You’re acting weird.’ He’s worried standing to his feet as he pulls his own clothing back on. His usual teasing tone was absent and replaced with one of worry. OPS OPS OPSSSS

OMG OKKKK🤭🤭🤭

I LOVED THISSS, ALL THE TEASING, THEM LIKING EACH OTHER BUT BEING SCARED, HIM BEING HURT BY HER BEHAVIOUR AT THE ENDDDDDD

I NEED TO KNOW MOREEEE

AH GIRL I MISSED YOUUU🥹🤭🩷

THANK YOU FOR THISSS 🤭🩷🩷

I MISSED READING THESE!! I promise part 2 will be worth it 🤭🩷

[rudderfurball]

Reverse Pokemon Starter

Michael sat cross legged on his partner’s shoulder as as he stood on the outskirts of Lumiose city. A collection of fenniken, froakie, and chespin were happily running around the streets, chasing after various humans in hopes of finding a tiny trainer of their own. He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as he saw Tabitha’s fenniken crush a nearby car as she chased after a girl on a bike.

The Delphox chuckled as she started to rub her trainer’s hair with her thumb. “My my, you’d think that was your kit out there with how little you’re breathing as you watch. Just relax, my little Silk is as social as they come and strong on top of that. She’ll find a trainer that’ll take a shine to her guaranteed, and even if she doesn’t, I bet you she’ll just tackle one of the boys down there till they give her someone they found.

“And she’s making a hefty bill for us to pay once she’s done you notice. I swear you were a princess compared to her.” Michael sighed, petting his partner’s fluffy digit back. “I don’t know how you’re not nervous everyone is going to be too scared to let her pick them up. Everyone’s run from her so far.”

Silk’s face turned to them momentarily. Two thirds of the people who raised who smiled back, prompting the girl to wag her tail before resuming her chase. Michael wish he didn’t see the speed IVs of her father being displayed. People were only allowed to get ahead of her because she couldn’t chase something that she passed by.

Still, there was something cute about how she kept stopping to sniff at all the new city sights. She was a country girl after all, his hometown was very peculiar compared to the forest she’d been raised in. He wondered if her Zoarark pa was lonely without someone to chase after back home.

“Michael, as usual you worry too much. And your memory is awful as well. Heavens, how did you forget I melted a part of lumiose tower for Xerneas’s sake.” She clicked her tongue a bit as she mockingly shook her head.

“I said you were a princess compared to her, not a princess full stop!” He was beaming as she blew a teasing ember over his head, mock irritation on her face. “And besides, that was all you had to do to get me to come to you. That was awesome.”

“Oh? You didn’t find me the least bit dangerous?” She smiled a bit, knowing her point would be obvious.

Michael was silent for a moment. She was right, he had kinda liked knowing how powerful his first Pokémon was. Of course as he grew older, he appreciated that she matured enough to at least in battle let him handle the battles, but there was a strange appeal to knowing how insignificant you were to these creatures. It just made you feel so much stronger when they decided that you were there’s from that point forward. He opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted before he could start, Silk crashing into the wall in front of them.

Silk hardly noticed the hole she’d left in the wall as she raised up a young woman in one of her paws. “Eee! Mommy look at my new trainer! Isn’t she cute? I didn’t think anyone would be cute enough once I got here, but this little one didn’t even run when I got near here. Do you think I can take her?”

Her tail was wagging, and her eyes were too busy focusing on Michael and Tabitha to really focus on her own potential trainer. Michael was relieved to not see any signs of terror, but they were clearly exhausted. It seemed like Silk had not been the only one to catch sight of them. He was unsure how they would answer, he just hoped Silk would respect their answer if the fox kit had made a mistake grabbing her.

Tabitha smiled, reaching down to pet her daughter. “My my, what a pretty trainer you’ve found! I’m very excited for you. Though did you forget, it’s not up to me or Michael if you can keep this one.”

Silk nodded, turning the woman to where she could look the fenniken in the eye. Michael was surprised to see a light flash of worry, Silk just for a moment worried that she had gotten excited too quickly. Michael prepared for the worst as he saw the woman sigh.

“… what the hell. Sure, it’ll get me out of this race for my life, and I guess you’re cute en-gah!” The woman was interrupted by Silk starting to shower them with kisses.

Tabitha smiled, grabbing her little one and walking to an area to get them registered for a gym challenge. Michael focused on the young lady, noticing panicked screams change to joyful laughter quickly after a few kisses. He wondered how he had ever doubted his partner.