#I definitely did these at a reasonable hour yep

[poppedbubblgum]

Baby learns the laws of physics ft. Casey Jones jr

Some more doodles:

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #my art #sketches #don’t mind that I forgot to make them the correct ages lol #I definitely did these at a reasonable hour yep

[empty-movement]

Chiho Saito’s 1999 Revolutionary Girl Utena Original Illustration Collection

IT’S HERE. IT’S DONE. IT’S FINISHED. NOW…IT’S YOURS. Happy Holidays, my friends.

Vanna here! I have posted some already about this project, and the responses I got, public and otherwise, have been absolutely incredible. Y’all have been reblogging and hyping this before it even finished…I haven’t felt so encouraged about an Utena project since the musicals! (Yes, streams soon, I promise.) You can read the other post to get more details, and catch my post here with more details about the process if you’re interested. The long and short of it?

This is the first artbook I ever scanned. I did it in 2001. In Photoshop, using multiple scans per page that took hours to process. But it was 2001. A half megabyte file that was 1250px wide was considered extremely hardcore and impressive. That’s just always been the business I’m in when it comes to Utena art, you know? 

It’s now the latest artbook I’ve scanned, and so much of the process, and effort involved, is unchanged. What has changed, is the result. Welcome to your new desktop background. Your new phone background. Your new poster print. 

What I’ve done here is attempt to create definitive digitized images of Chiho Saito’s work as offered by this book--I have removed the print moiré of the original scans, and used my literal decades of experience to try and tease out as much information from them as possible. Without being physically in front of the original artwork (which is a thing I’ve had the great fortune to get to do) this is The Most Chiho Saito you are ever going to get. I’ve tried my best to make sure there is a way to get it that works for everyone:

Do you just wanna scope 'em out? Look at some disaster gays? Grab your favorite one or two? This is the path for you! Check out the ‘compressed’ (not very) 10k ‘web friendly’ (not really) copy at the Bibliothèque, the media archiving wing of the Something Eternal forums at Empty Movement*. All the following links are also available from here. Do you want these copies? All of them? Don't just grab them individually, friend. This batch is 375MB and can be downloaded as a zip of the individual files here on our Google Drive.

Do you like digital archiving? Are you looking for a copy that preserves the archival quality of the effort but sits nice and comfy in a single file? This is for you. A minimally compressed 10k, 513MB version worked into a PDF is now up, shiny and chrome, on the Internet Archive. Do you like the idea of the minimal compression, but want the individual files in a zip? Yep I did that too, here's the drive link.

Are you looking to print these in a larger size? This is probably the only reason on Earth you’d ever want them, and yet a bunch of you are going to go straight for these. Here are the zero-compression JPG full size copies, most of them are 15k across, like simply a ridiculous size. Pick your fave and download it from our Google Drive! 

I am genuinely really proud of this work.** I was able to tease out so much new detail from these…her incredible layering techniques, the faintest brush of her highlights, and the full range of her delicate hand at whites and blacks… details commonly lost in digitization. I sincerely hope you find something here that you’re looking for, as an artist looking for inspiration, as a weeb looking for a desktop, as an archiver excited to see incredible 90s manga artwork saved forever in the digital realm. I feel like I have already said so much about them, and could keep going, but you know what? This work speaks for itself. Enjoy, use, explore, and definitely tell us what you think!

We love y’all. ~ Vanna & Yasha

* AHEM ASTERISK AHEM

You might be wondering what any of that is. Something Eternal? Biblewhatawhat??? EmptyMovement.com? You might even have done a double take at the word ‘forum.’ And you should!!!

I have a confession. This artbook was my ‘side project’ as I worked on this, *the main project.* For a couple years I’ve been banging around with a new domain, and originally I had other plans for it, but Elon Musk ruined my Twitter and Discord is well along on its way to enshittification, and well….we joke on the Discord a lot about ‘reject modernity, embrace forums’ and you know what? We’re right. So Yasha and I are putting our money where our mouths are once again, and doing something insane. We are launching, in 2023, a website forum. Obviously, this is not the official ‘launch’ per se, but I cannot announce the artbook without directing you to the forum, since it sits on the attached very cool gallery system. Oops! Told on myself. Another post more focused on the forum will be forthcoming, but if you are just that motivated to get in right away, you absolutely can! (This will help stagger new arrivals anyway, which is good for us!) If you would rather wait for the ‘official’ launch, by all means that’s coming, including a lengthy screed about how and why we’re doing this. In either case, remember: this is a couple weebs trying to make internet magic happen, we are not website developers by trade. Give us grace as we iron things out and grow into this cool new website thingie…hopefully along with some of you! :D

If you do join up, naturally, there is a thread about this project!

** If you like this kind of content, consider helping us pay for it! We do have a Patreon! If you’re wanting to use these in some public-facing distributive way, all we ask is for credit back to Empty Movement (ohtori.nu or emptymovement.com, either will work.) 

I would like to say ‘don’t just slap these files on RedBubble to get easy money’ but I know that saying this won’t effectively prevent it. Y’all that do that suck, but you’re not worth letting it rain on the rest of this parade. :)

#revolutionary girl utena #utena #rgu #sku #empty movement #chiho saito #90s manga #digital archives #manga aesthetic #shoujo kakumei utena #utena art

[apomaro-mellow]

idk how detailed of a prompt ur looking for but: Eddie thinks Steve's chest hair is hot for the bingo

im thinking of them going to the lake or something and Steve takes off his shirt and Eds nearly has a heatt attack bc yeah he'd seen Steve's chest before but he kinda repressed it? along with the whole upside down deal so he's like choking at the sight and at the newly found memory lol

but anything you come up with will be amazing im sure <3

every time i get a prompt i rub my lil raccoon hands together ehehehe

They weren't going to Lover's Lake. That had been the one thing everyone agreed on at first. Too much to unpack but it went without saying that no one wanted to relive the memory of what had happened in those waters. They all packed up and went about three hours away to a totally different town with a totally different lake.

"Summer time, a bunch of teens, a town where no one knows us", Eddie commented as they parked. "Did we just drive into another horror movie set up?"

"I think we can handle some random killer in the woods", Jonathan said.

Eddie couldn't argue. He knew for a fact that Steve had packed away his oh so trusty nail bat and that Nancy was strapped too. At a moment's notice, Robin looked ready to turn a beer into a makeshift molotov. But that was the last thought he wasted on the spring break from hell. Because the moment everything was set up, Steve pulled his shirt off like he was in a goddamn cologne ad.

That unnecessarily sexy way where he grabbed it off his back and pulled it of, shaking out his hair as if it would dare to fall out of place.

So here's the thing.

Eddie saw Steve shirtless that one time back in Hawkins. But it had been dark, and they were on a boat hunting an evil wizard and then in an underworld running from demon bats and there had been a lot going on, okay? He's ogled Steve plenty since then, now that he had time to, but he hadn't had an opportunity to see his naked chest again.

"Put on sunscreen!", Robin shouted, tossing it at Steve's head.

"Ow! Rude!" Steve picked it up and obeyed anyway, starting at his arms. Time seemed to slow. Or maybe Steve was purposely going slow, it was hard to tell. Then his eyes met Eddie and his next stroke up towards his neck seemed very intentional.

Eddie swallowed.

"Mind getting my back?", Steve asked.

Eddie didn't trust his mouth for once, so he just nodded, taking the tube of sunscreen and was definitely not thinking about squirting another kind of creamy white substance onto this beautifully dotted back. He tried to distract himself by looking at what the others were doing. Jonathan had already lit up a joint that he was now passing to Nancy. Robin was laid out in a chair, nose in a book.

Argyle was leading the kids down the shore to where they could rent out canoes. Or was it kayaks? All Eddie knew was that El was adamant on some sort of boating adventure.

"You okay back there?", Steve asked.

"Yep, yup, mhm. Almost done." He was done. The sunscreen was completely gone and he was just rubbing circles into his skin for no reason.

"You mind doing my chest too?"

"Wh-hat?", Eddie choked.

"I don't really like the feel of sunscreen on my hands", Steve justified and that was good enough for Eddie.

He still wasn't prepared for when Steve turned around. Eddie sat between his legs and god this might've been the closest they've ever been. Especially with this little amount of clothes between them, both of them in their swimming trunks and nothing else. Eddie squeezed some sunscreen onto his hands first, rubbing them together and warming it before pressing them to Steve's chest.

Goddamn it felt so....would it get thicker as he got older? It went all the way up to his collarbone and there was just a hint of a happy trail now but maybe with some time...

"They do know we're still here, right?", Nancy asked after letting out a puff. True, they were some feet away but still.

"I've got a spray bottle in case they go below the waist", Robin said, shaking said bottle.

Steddie bingo under the cut

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #thanks for the ask! #no they're not dating #yet #but by the end of this trip they might be #given that steve is straight up seducing eddie LOL

[lxdymoon0357]

Could you do a Yandere Kosair from Remarried Empress, kinda love Navier's brother I don't see much of him sadly T_T

(Yep, for some reason my love for characters is coming back, so hopefully you enjoy this!)

Yan! Kosair Lilder Trovi Hcs

☠ Yandere! Kosair is definitely one of the softest yet dominant yanderes out there. He will smothers you with gifts, kisses, hugs, praise or whatever it is you desire, but on the other hand he will make sure you listen to him and will mold you a bit into his perfect person...

☠ Kosair is very much protective, he does not allow ANYONE to talk to you, it does include his sister, his parents or anyone else. Though he told Navier about you, he never let her meet you because he is so protective...

☠ Kosair very much never leaves you alone, no break, also you're stuck in one place, Kosair travels a lot and yeah, since he can't permanently keep somewhere, he unfortunately feeds some type of mineral which makes you lose your voice for hours on end (yes, something like that exists and I remember watching it in a movie!)

☠ Kosair, brings you everywhere and he loves to bring you shopping, buying you dresses/suits/ whatever suits your body pretty person;), shoes, jewellery, headpieces, food, fruits, books, or whatever the heck you like, it's going to be in your hands but it's going to be local, but who doesn't love local things????

☠ Kosair always makes sure you eat nice things and doesn’t really allow you to eat outside food saying he can always make it better, even if it’s made by Michelin chefs…They did not exist back then, but the food is made by such high types of chef, he’s a noble after all….

☠ He treats out to so many dinners, shopping sprees, and what not, be ready to tire yourself out and lay in his arms and sleep there no matter if you’re feeling suffocating and sweaty or nauseating or anything else, he’ll forcefully keep you there.

☠ He dresses you up in expensive and one of a kind dresses and accessories and no, he does not care that they may be a bit too expensive and that it’s too lacy and poufy for you to sit in, he thinks you look adorable and very pretty in it so the dress is staying on.

☠ Unless you say something like it’s very itchy or tight or something like that because he never would want you to be uncomfortable and he hates it if you feel that way, he will have a talk with the person who made the dress…

☠ Kosair would definitely mark you up, from top to bottom, you’re covered in hickeys, love bites, teeth marks, even some blood seeping out of some of them, that Kosair did not care to clean…..

☠ Kosair always does your hair and make-up, he knows how to do, because his hair is long as well and he took an interest in your make-up because he wanted to know what you do every day to look pretty!!!

☠ Kosair does not care what you think, he will kill every single male you put your eyes on…It may be family, a married man, a father or anyone else… He hates the idea of you having another man around…

☠ In his mind, you’re fit to be his housewife/ househusband/or any type of houselover you beautiful bastards! Because you would look so cute in an apron cooking and being domestic and also because he gets to keep an eye  on you…

#navi⌗writes⌗ #remarried empress x reader #remarried empress navier #remarried empress #the remarried empress #remarried empress webtoon #yandere! remarried empress #yandere! kosair x reader #yandere manhwa x reader #manhwa headcanons #manhwa recommendation #manhwas #manhwa #manhwa imagines #manhwa fanfic #manhwa romance #manhwa scenarios #remarried empress kosair #kosair x reader #kosair #kosair lilder trovi #kosair headcanons #i tried my best... #i just didn't have #any headcanons left #for a yandere...

[modanisgf]

HYPE BOY / KIM MINJI

note— kinda short bc i scrapped the og oneshot 😭

“I JUST WANT YOU CALL MY PHONE RIGHT NOW; I JUST WANNA HEAR ‘YOU’RE MINE’”

☆ pairing(s): idol minji x idol reader

☆ warning(s): none!

masterlist

with the endless rumors in the kpop industry, being in a secret relationship was hard. especially when your girlfriend was y/n.

the way y/n presents herself has caused many misunderstandings as the girl is just a touchy person in general. y/n typically uses physical touch to show she’s comfortable with a person but fans don’t seem to understand that, unfortunately.

minji didn’t exactly know how to feel, her girlfriend being trending nearly every week with a new dating scandal.

“are txts beomgyu and lesserafims y/n dating?”

“are these two groupmates dating? lesserafim’s yunjin and y/n seen holding hands on their way to the market”

basically y/n was rumored to be with everyone, everyone but minji. the latter had noticed this rolling her eyes as she scrolled through her socials, currently laying down with y/n.

y/n could only giggle at her girlfriends expression as she read through all the people y/n had been rumored to be with.

“they’re always so far off.” y/n says to which minji nods.

“closest they’ve gotten is hanni.” minji sighs relaxing in her bed, y/n clinging to her.

“how’d they even get hanni? we barely interact publicly.” y/n questions receiving a shrug from minji.

“i’ll wait patiently for the day our names pop up together in a tweet from dispatch.” minji says.

“what’re you gonna do?” y/n asks.

“i’m gonna confirm our relationship.” minji says confidently.

“mhm.. like our company would let you do that.” y/n says.

“don’t get fired please, i need someone’s dorm to sneak into at night.” y/n whines.

“you can just go to hannis.” minji says sarcastically.

“minji,” y/n starts giggling. “i promise i’ll always be yours.”

“you pinky promise?” minji asks holding out her pinky for y/n to grab.

“yes i pinky promise.” y/n says interlocking their pinkies.

“no matter how hard life gets i won’t ever give up on you.”

🎬: Y/N AND MINJI SPOTTED

“how long does it take to get a bag of skittles..” y/n mumbles. minji most definitely wasn’t getting only skittles, the girl being in the store for fifteen minutes now.

y/n debated on going in, she knew if she did someone would probably spot her and minji walking out together. but she walked in the store anyways, looking for her girlfriend.

y/n soon found minji standing in the freezer isle, the girl wrapping her arms around her girlfriends waist and holding her.

“ji, what’re you looking for?” y/n asks noticing the way minji tensed up, the girl calming down once she heard y/n’s voice.

“i forgot hyein wanted me to get stuff for her.” minji says to which y/n nods.

“you know someone’s gonna see us once we leave right?”

“i know it’s the main reason i came in.”

🎬: Y/N CONFIRMS SHES IN A RELATIONSHIP?

“so y/n, do you have anyone special in your life right now?” the interviewer asks, receiving a look from chaewon immediately after.

y/n just dismisses the randomness of the question and answers, “yeah me and her are doing well.”

“her?”

“yep!” y/n says smiling widely.

minji who was watching the interview before she went to sleep couldn’t help but smile. she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

she couldn’t ask for a better girl.

📖: HYBE CONFIRMS THE RELATIONSHIP OF NEWJEANS MINJI AND LESSERAFIM Y/N

only an hour ago, hybe released a statement regarding the arising rumors about minji and y/n which took kpop twitter by a storm. both ador and source music (the labels the two girls are under) backed this up as well, saying that the two girls are dating.

amazing day for us sapphic kpop stans! minji and y/n are finally able to talk about each other on lives and i can’t wait for their content.

#newjeans #danielle marsh #kang haerin #le sserafim #huh yunjin #kim chaewon #lesserafim reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans x reader #newjeans fluff #newjeans minji #minji x reader #kim minji #minji kim

[privitivium]

A thought just came over me and i don't know whether or not this is a bad idea lol.

So reader right, having a motherly "spouse" thats a bit too overwhelming and protective?, Yep totally normal.

And having his boss, a literal CEO following and giving coffee or latte's during readers working hour, sometimes he would see the fatherly CEO stalking him in the corner of his eyes, well that's a bit weird..

And oh my, seems like a streamer had just befriended him, a pretty popular guy too.

not giving too much thought about it, reader immediately started playing with the streamer.

Not giving too much thought on how deranged and personal the streamer's questions about him, a bit uncomfortable nonetheless, but he really seems like pathetic guy infront of him with the cameras off, But mother did say to be careful on the internet (or else he's taking away the internet privileges)

But what happens if the streamer "accidentally" (he doxxed reader lol) met reader in real life and started stalking him, only to see two humongous guys clinging on to him and seemingly fighting each other internally, calling one of them mother and the other father, but streamer knows that is definitely NOT your parents...seems like reader got another yandere on his dick

(if you don't get the gist of it, what im basically saying is that can you add streamer yan to the mother yan and father yan ordeal..just a headcannon is fine..but i wanna see a story tho lol.

Sorry if this is a bit too long haha

this is the same anon that requested yan mother and father yan, the whole "bringing my bae his forgotten lunch to his workplace only to see him getting spoonfed by fucking his boss" ordeal lol)

its fine i generally love reading little stories in my requests . Thanks anon

motherly, fatherly, streamer yandere x male reader,,,

all amab, cw;; mild perversion, manipulation

i'm gonna go with,,, theyre just housemates. two super close friends with obvious sexual, romantic tension - mother refers to you to others as his lover, and you dont really care, so you must want to be lovers? mother doesnt push it... but is still as overwhelming n overprotective as ever. thanks mother !

fatherly CEO stalking you? seemingly to pop up everywhere you went with a cup of coffee for you - or even mixing it up and getting you some kinda matcha deal!! nothing out of the ordinary, your superior was always kinda affectionate... you try to tell him that theres no reason to be so chummy with you ( trying to direct his attention on something else but it doesnt work ) afterall, you do see all ur coworkers prying eyes... but it was no big deal. ur coworkers didnt seem to bother you anyway, so... you guess ur fine with your superior doting on you ( even if it was quite inappropriate in the workplace, but he managed to turn ur mind right around !! so charming ! )

and - three whole friends ?! two of which theres some kind of unspoken tension, especially with your housemate who you affectionately nicknamed mother - you don't tell anyone so, embarrassed that youre referring to a grown man as mother... and instead, almost spilling it to your newest friend-! ㅡstreamer yan being a fucking freak and tapping into ur shit before mother or fatherly does - having to play with a raging hard-on because hes a sad little freak in real life, but on stream hes the coolest most badass guy ever... who asks too personal questions - but you didnt seem to mind. like, who do you live with? is it nice? what kind of soap do you use in the shower? how often do you do laundry? didnt register in your mind that this streamer guy is a total pervert - but steering clear of such questions when on stream...

and what do you know ?? streamer pulling up to where you live... just to get a good scope of the place n all,,, nothing too out of the ordinary. definitely not stalking. he just happened to live a few towns close by... and - having the great idea to ask what you were gonna do one day, just to be there to show up. small town or something... just to see you in the middle of two bulky ass dudes who were adamant on avoiding each other - ever so often glaring heatedly at one another... and, he hears you calling one mother??

can imagine mother n father wondering why ur spending so much time on ur phone... unusual for you since ur never really on it that much-? and mother did tell you to be wary of the internet... you begin to hide away in your little workspace mother made up for you in your shared home, fiddling on your computer and - playing video games and messaging some guy... who were you talking to? who were you laughing with? how dare they make you smile ????

mother n father teaming up reluctantly just to figure out wtf is up with ur computer and phone... wanting to know who ur talking to ( surprisingly havent tapped it!!! ) and obviously, mother goes in there when ur not home - at work with that bastard other man he has no choice but to work together with, fiddling with your computer n not knowing the password - so mother, immediately going to guilttrip you into giving him the password. hes especially sad that it wasnt his name or anything of the sort...

they were so happy you were suddenly so comfortable calling them father and mother in public as they act accordingly - so sweetly, you feel an overwhelming amount of affection which was what they wanted in the first place... streamer obviously feeling intimidated,,, but willing to join ur little harem.,,,

#streamer yan :3 #motherly yan! #fatherly yan... #x male reader #male reader

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

You know I had seen some headcanons about ghostflower as parents, and here is a bit of my take on that.

Miles is the responsible dad, Gwen is the fun mom.

And that assumption has entirely to do with this.

Yep, I think the roles would be reversed for them, hear me out.

Miles was raised by loving and present parents, they have room for improvement but I don't doubt that Jeff and Rio knew how to establish healthy boundaries, knew when to be strict and when to be more permissive, and are all overall supportive, amazing parents.

Now, the thing about Gwen's parents-

Mom we know nothing, Gwen's mom is never mentioned in the spider-verse movies and again, I haven't read all of her comics, but if that woman was mentioned I don't remember. I normally assume she died when Gwen was very young so she doesn't have too many memories of her.

This leaves us with George.

So, I don't think George is the worst, I have my issues and I would scream at him until he goes deaf- but you can see at the end that he loves Gwen, and while he doesn't know what he is doing, he is trying.

We haven't seen much of him, but what did I notice?

He is not good with emotional intelligence; he doesn't realize that telling Gwen how the case is doing will not make her feel better (and it has to be a while since Peter died, he should know this by now.) Clearly doesn't know what to say to cheer her up. Tries to talk about his job and his duty when he doesn't know how to proceed.

And then he leaves because there was an emergency with the police; and is obvious this is not a rare occurrence. As someone who was basically raised by a single parent doing a lot of hours at work, I can tell you by this interaction that Gwen probably spend hours or entire nights alone.

So, how does translate to their parent styles?

Miles would feel a lot more confident in his role as a parent, he would definitely read a lot of books and would have his parents on speed dial; but Miles he is also a natural. He would thinking back on how his parents raise him, looking back in their decisions and understanding where they are coming from, and overall end up finding a middle point between how he grew up, and what he thinks is right for him and his family.

I will share what he does when the kids are older while sharing Gwen's approach.

Gwen on the other hand? Extremely anxious, Miles needed to reassure her a lot specially at the beginning. She can barely remember her mom, and her dad wasn't the most present. While I think by this point the relationship between her and Miles's parents would be better, I think part of her would also be afraid looking incompetent in comparison to Rio.

Later when the kids are older, Gwen defaults more to let the kids play and do things that they probably shouldn't "Is just one day/night," "Oh when I was their age I was trying to imitate the gymnasts on the TV, at least they are a lot more resistant that I was!" and "Hmmm, maybe this is something we should ask your father too."

Gwen's laxer approach was thanks to not being heavily supervised and not realizing when is too much at times, or thinking these is one of those things kids should learn and it would be fine.

Thanks to this, Miles is normally the one who needs to more strict and reasonable. "No, we can't have popcorn and ice cream for dinner, it doesn't matter if is Friday and summer is starting"; "I DON'T CARE IF YOU CAN HANDLE FALLING 6 FEET TO THE GROUND, YOU ARE NOT PRACTISING TIGHT ROPE!" and "I told you no, and don't go asking your mother just so she can say yes, I will find out."

Miles is still, the one parent to go when the kids are sad, upset or need to be hear out. While he may be stricter of the two and tries to stop anything that he deems too far; he knows the best how to de-escalate a situation and see reason.

Gwen while a lot of times doesn't know what to do, their kids always go to her when they just need a hug and be comforted. While Gwen a lot of times doesn't know what to say to make things better, or what advice to give; she never shy's away from telling her kids that sometimes they will make mistakes, and she would do too, but that never means they deserve any less love or compassion; no matter how hard the world is or the mistakes they make, Gwen promises to be there at any point, and that Miles and her would never stop loving them.

There is a lot of adjustments and discussions, but they balance it out.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #miles morales #ghostflower #gwiles #ghostflower hcs

[wannaeatramyeon]

it is most definitely jakey hours!! i love that man sm <3 can i request something where jake has a famous s/o?

I am so sorry. This is just crack man.

Jake Kim x Idol!Reader: That's my girlfriend!

F!Reader. Crack.

"That's my girlfriend."

"What, really?!"

"Yep!"

Lua's jaw drops, grains of rice falling from her mouth.

"This one?" She signals with her chopsticks, smearing the food across her laptop screen but she doesn't care. She needs to make sure.

"That one." Jake nods, a proud smile on his face.

"But she's super famous! She's got millions of subscribers." What Lua means to say is, how on earth did you bag her?!

"Yeah..." He agrees, eyes looking dreamy and glazed. "I'm one of them."

"Huh," is all Lua can say. She sees no reason why Jake would lie but... She takes one more look at the screen, and then glances at Jake. With his over slicked hair, the greying shirt, the corny smile, the dwindling bank account, and-

Wow. Talk about punching above your weight.

.

.

"Look, Jerry!" Jake thrusts his phone in his No. 2's face. "That's me and Y/N at an awards show last night. Doesn't she look great?"

"Yes, boss." Jerry refrains from sighing. Thinks about how much he respects and loves Jake. How happy you make him.

Jerry can put up with how insufferable he is.

"She's so creative and talented!"

"Yes, boss."

"That's my girlfriend, y'know."

It's a small price to pay, Jerry thinks to himself over and over. It's a new mantra.

"I know, boss."

.

.

"That's your girlfriend?"

"Yep!"

Sinu grabs Jake's phone, yanking it closer to inspect the person currently being interviewed at some talk show or another. "Are you sure?"

"Yep!"

Sinu glances at Jake's beaming face, then again at the girl talking and pulls a face. He thought he was the one losing his mind after being drugged and the whole ordeal with Workers for the past year.

Who would have thought Jake Kim would be off his rocker too. Full of delusions about being with some starlet.

Sinu should have a word with Yeonhui and Jerry.

"Sure, Jake!" Sinu plasters on a fake smile and throws his arm around Jake's shoulder, giving him a gentle pat. "I'm really happy for you!"

"Thanks. She makes me really happy." Jake smiles. It's softer and more sincere than Sinu has ever seen.

Sinu hides the frown tugging on his lips. Maybe Jake's sanity has snapped from the pressure of last year.

"Let me just-" Sinu edges away, moving toward the door. The quicker he seeks help for Jake, the better. "...I'll be right back. Don't hurt yourself, ok?"

Jake tilts his head in confusion as Sinu swiftly exits. What's up with him?

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[shubblelive]

— STUPID, DUMB AND LOVELY

summary : as deeply in love with you as wilbur is, he definitely regrets asking you to come on tour with him. he can't concentrate on his work, not when you're right there looking so damn pretty.

genre : fluff

warnings : none!!

pairing : wilbur soot x reader, musicianbur x reader

pronouns : none (you/yours)

featuring : musician!wilbur soot

word count : 850

note : some fluffy musicianbur for your saturday afternoon, as promised, tagging @pebblebrainlovejoy because she asked me to. hope you enjoy <3

he needed to leave for the venue in less than an hour, and wilbur was still figuring out what to wear. this was his first show of the tour that wasn’t in the uk, and for some reason he was shaking, nerves a lot more heightened than usual. he was always a little nervous before playing a show, he didn’t want to let people down. but this time it was different. it was their first tour, and it didn’t help that he’d asked (begged) you to come with him. 

the rest of the band had gone on ahead, and it was just you and him left. he’d spent loads of time alone with you, but this time it was different. “will?” you knocked gently on the door and he jumped. 

“uh..” he scrambled to finish getting dressed. “yeah? you okay?”

“i should be asking you that,” you replied, voice muffled by the door. “can i come in?”

he finished buttoning his shirt and stammered “yep!” his voice was an octave too high. you pushed open the door gently and softened at his appearance.

“wilbur…” you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “you alright?” he nodded unconvincingly, and rightfully so you weren’t convinced. “your shirt’s buttoned wrong, and it’s sticking out of your pants,” you said regretfully, stifling a giggle.

wilbur flushed, yanking his shirt out of where it was sticking out. he tried to unbutton his shirt, but his hands were shaking. you held out your hand sympathetically, and he let you fix his shirt. you flattened out one of the creases with your hands, and squeezed his shoulder gently. “what’s going on?”

“just pre-show nerves,” he admitted. “i’ll be alright.” you were wilbur’s best friend, so it wasn’t completely unexpected that you wrapped him in a hug. your embrace was warm, and he couldn’t focus with the smell of your conditioner invading his nostrils. the two of you had been friends for a few years, and he’d had a massive crush on you for almost that entire time. it was fine though; if you caught wind of his feelings then you didn’t say anything.

“you’ve got this, will,” you whispered, and in the dark hotel room, blinds drawn and bed messy, he had never loved you more. your cheek was pressed against his shoulder and he let his hands wander up and down your arms, giving you goosebumps. “you’ll do great,”

“i should never have asked you to come with me,” he admitted breathlessly, and you pulled back, a look of curious hurt on your face. “‘can’t focus when you’re around, darling. you’re throwing me off my game,”

your smile widened. “sorry. can’t help being so charming,”

wilbur laughed. “you really can’t, can you?” his hand brushed yours and he went to pull it away on instinct, not wanting to push his luck. instead, you grabbed it, intertwining your fingers with his. “you alright, pretty girl?”

your cheeks warmed, and you bit your lip. “more than alright, you okay?”

“yes,” he emphasised. he wasn’t lying. you being there did always make him feel way better. he pressed his cheek to your palm. “but i wasn’t lying. you’re making me crazy,”

you laughed and he wished he could bottle the sound. “you’re already crazy, soot.” he smiled and you couldn’t help yourself. “maybe i’m crazy too,” he gave you an appraising look and you continued. “it’s your fault, though. you with your stupid dumb hair,”

“my stupid dumb hair?” he chuckled. you nodded concretely and he squeezed your hand. “okay well i think it’s your fault with your stupid dumb face,”

“what’s wrong with my face?” you asked, mock offence laced in your voice. 

“absolutely nothing, honey,” will smiled at you, and your breath quickened. you were standing so close to him and you smelled so nice and you were smiling so sweetly at him that he couldn’t bring it in himself to regret his next words. “can i kiss you?”

you shook your head and his face fell. “we need to leave, soundcheck starts in twenty,” his eyes, warm and dark behind his glasses, were practically begging you to reconsider. you put your hands on the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer. you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth and wilbur felt his knees almost buckle. 

“you’re evil, you know that?” his thumb stroked your cheek and you gazed innocently at her. “can i have another one?”

“get through the gig in one piece and i’ll give you twenty,”

wilbur laughed again and you felt it vibrate through his chest. “like i said, evil.” but in the barely-there light poking through the gap in the blinds lighting up half your face and the way your hands were scratching the back of his neck gently, playing with the hair at the nape made him reconsider. “you and your stupid, dumb, lovely, lovely face.”

and despite the fact that he spent the next hour transfixed by the way you were looking at him offstage, he did make it through the gig in one piece.

#wilbur #wishing i could write my name on it #wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

[byeoltoyuki]

✧ Memories of us ✧ 1st Kiss

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: It's finally out! Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments are too, I promise I don't bite (most of the time) ♥

Masterlist / next

Maybe staying so late just to finish your project wasn’t the best idea.

No, working on the project with Jisung was definitely a good thing and not only because you almost finished it. And the fact that it was with him was definitely the best part of this project; you got to spend hours with your crush, cracking jokes with him, staring (no so subtly) at him from time to time. No, it was definitely the good part. The bad part? Maybe you should have checked the weather before choosing the right place to work on this project. If you had checked the weather, you would have known that a place closer to your house would have been better. Or maybe you would have brought your umbrella with you. But you did none of that. And maybe it had everything to do with your little crush. 

Rain was pouring outside as you stood with Jisung at the library entrance. You stared helplessly at the puddles. There was no way you could survive this kind of rain; your shoes would be ruined, so would be your bag and probably your clothes too. 

“I don’t have my umbrella.” You whined. Should you call your mom, you wondered for a short moment but quickly disregarded the thought. No, you would rather suffer the rain and the ruin of your shoes than face your mom’s harsh words. 

Jisung outstretched his hand and watched as rain wet his hand. Yes, the two of you were doomed but he didn’t seem as bothered as you. “Oh well. The bus stop isn’t that far. We can run.” 

You stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “Bad idea. It might be close but it’s enough for us to get soaked and sick.” 

Jisung smiled sheepishly in response and fully turned to face you, grabbing your shoulders, he looked too excited for your liking. “Come on, Y/N! It’s just water!” 

Maybe you were a cat in another life and that’s why you hated the idea of running under the rain and getting wet. But one look at Jisung, and your will crumbled. How could one resist such a pretty and bright smile? His smile alone warmed your heart and everything seemed so much brighter. 

“We can’t wait for the rain to stop,” Jisung started giving you very good reasons why you should run. “It can be hours before it calms down and it’s already late. I don’t want to worry my parents.” 

But you knew his parents. They wouldn’t worry too much knowing their son’s antics. But you accepted his excuse because it applied to you. You had to get home if you wanted to avoid another fight that would leave you drained of all energy for the next three working days. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I hate to admit but you’re right.” 

“I know.” Jisung chuckled, “I’m always right.” 

You rolled your eyes at that and slapped his arm playfully for good measure. Jisung’s laugh only got louder and warmer and your heart flipped in response. God, you didn’t know how longer you can survive. 

Jisung’s hands slowly slid from your shoulders to your side - your heart leapt in your throat at the gesture. Yep, you were going to die and the rain was only half the cause. But then, Jisung grabbed your hand, gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze before slowly pulling you towards your doom. Did you complain? No. Not even when the first cold drops of rain hit your skin. Not even when you shivered from the cold. Because Jisung was holding your hand, tightly, never letting go and it was enough to warm your soul. 

“Not that bad, is it?” He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder to have a look at you. 

His smiles were contagious; you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a similar wide smile.  

“I’m not gonna say it.” You warned him. Your own ego stopped you from saying that he was right, it wasn’t so bad. 

Jisung shook his head and tsked feigning offense, nevertheless he squeezed your hand a little stronger and pulled you towards the bus stop. 

By the time you reached the bus stop, the two of you were completely soaked. Hair sticking to your face, your clothes a wet mess and you didn’t dare to look at your bag, hoping that it was only wet from outside and that your things were safe. You looked at Jisung who wasn’t in a better state than you but somehow still managed to look adorable. Life was so unfair. But in the middle of your misery, the two of you couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles. 

“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t my brightest idea.” He finally admitted it. 

It wasn’t but you didn’t care that much anymore. Before you could realize what you were doing, your hand reached for his face. Gently you brushed few strands of hair that were sticking to his face and hiding his eyes. Were you mesmerized? Absolutely. You didn’t think your crush on him could get any bigger, but now that you were standing so close to him, feeling his warmth, you weren’t so sure anymore. 

The moment you tried to pull away your hand, he grabbed your wrist and held it while his eyes kept darting back and forth between your eyes and lips. At this point, your heart was roaring, ready to explode. Whatever he was planning, it made your head dizzy, unable to focus on anything else. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. One small step and you could taste him. Just one. What did you have to lose anyway? If you got it all wrong, you could blame the rain and the cold that had clouded your brain. 

Before you could change your mind, you took the final step and pressed your lips against his. It was quick and hesitant but enough for Jisung to snap back to reality. You pulled back, apologies on the tip of your tongue but he was faster. Jisung pulled you fully against his body, one hand still holding your wrist, the other holding your face. He wasn’t hesitant, not like you. He pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle and sweet at first, yet it quickly turned into something more. Your head turned completely blank, the only thing that remained and that truly mattered was the feel of his warm, wet body against yours. The feel of his lips against yours. His taste. You were slowly but completely losing yourself, into the kiss, into him and it didn’t matter. It felt perfect and more. You had imagined kissing Jisung a thousand times and yet the reality was so much better. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, or who was the first to break the kiss. All you knew was that this kiss left you warm and fuzzy and wishing it could last forever. 

#stray kids #han jisung #stray kids x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids fluff #memories of us

[psychostxr]

𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | text me

PAIRING. kieran valentine x gn! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.9k

WARNINGS. none

NOTES. this took way longer to write than it should have, but it’s here now, so enjoy!

KEYS. (y/n) - your name e.g. paige, sam, etc.

"So this is Monster High." You stare at the school before you, your heart beating a million kilometers per hour. "It's bigger than I imagined."

"You'll get used to it eventually," your older sister says. "Well, I'm off. Try not to make a fool of yourself!"

Your sister walks ahead of you, unbothered by your dumbfounded expression.

"B-but aren't you going to show me around?" you question, trying to catch up with the person you call a sister.

"Can't!" she replies, "I got to meet up with my friends!"

Your sister wanders into one of the school's hallways, disappearing among the crowd of students that chat away.

"Brat..." you mumble in annoyance.

Crossing your arms, you anxiously look around the room and take notice of the different hallways. Each hallway could lead you to a separate part of the school, but which one were you supposed to follow?

Grumbling, you unzip your schoolbag and rummage around to find the piece of paper that held your class schedule and locker number.

Everything on here but a map, you think, looking at your schedule.

"I haven't seen you around before." You spin around to see a manster who you can only assume is talking to you, but it's hard to tell with the dark shades covering his eyes. "Are you new here?"

You nod. "Yeah... It's kinda my first day."

"Welcome to Monster High! It's always exciting when the school gets new blood," the manster explains. "I'm Deuce, by the way."

"(y/n)."

"Well, (y/n), do you need someone to show you around?"

Your face brightens. "Really? That would be clawsome!"

"No problem," Deuce replies, "We should stop by your locker first to unpack your stuff. Unless you want to carry your bag the entire day?"

"Definitely not," you answer, "So which way to the lockers?"

"Depends on your locker number."

"Right." Glancing at the paper in your hand, you read your number aloud, "116."

"Oh, that's near Cleo's locker. I'll lead you right to it."

As Deuce leads you to your locker, the gorgon points out a few different classrooms, Headmistress Bloodgood's office, the Creepateria, and Study Howl.

"And this is it!" Deuce's fist bangs against your locker. "Locker 116."

"Thanks for showing me to my locker." Unlocking the lock, you hear a quiet click before opening your locker. "You're a better tour guide than my sister could ever be."

Deuce tilts his head. "You have a sister at Monster High?"

"Yep!" you answer, packing unnecessary books into your locker. "She's annoying, but aren't all siblings?"

"I get that."

Closing your locker, you notice a pink-skinned manster staring at you from behind Deuce. Meeting the manster's eyes, his eyes widen in embarrassment. He quickly looks at the floor, ignoring your piercing gaze.

"Hey, who's that?" you question, gesturing towards the manster behind Deuce.

Deuce follows your gesture, catching sight of the pink-skinned manster.

"That would be Valentine. He's a vampire," Deuce explains.

"Is there a reason he's trying to hide from me? Or is he just shy?"

"He probably thinks you've heard of his bad reputation," he says.

"What did he do to earn a bad reputation?" you ask.

"Your sister didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He put a spell on this ghoul I know and tried to make her fall in love with him." Deuce studies Valentine. "He tried to break her heart, but it failed, rendering him powerless."

"That's..." You pause, unsure of what to think of this situation. "A lot."

"He's good now, though." Deuce turns back to you. "Valentine visits from time to time to help couples deal with their relationship problems. Kinda like cupid," Deuce clarifies to enlighten you.

"Which is good. Right?" you ask. "Valentine realized how much trouble he caused and is now trying to fix his mistake."

The bell rings, officially commencing school hours. Monsters gather their stuff and backpacks and head to their classrooms.

"We should probably get to class now."

You nod your head in agreement, following Deuce to your next class, which happens to be Dead Language. Not your favourite subject, but definitely not your worst.

Too busy caught up in your thoughts, you accidentally bump into someone, knocking them down.

"Oh, my ghoul! I'm so sorry!" you apologize, lending them your hand. "Are you okay?"

Looking down at the monster, you realize it's Valentine. His bright rosy eyes stare into your own, and suddenly you're aware of how attractive the vampire is.

Valentine takes your hand, allowing you to help him up. "I'm okay."

"I'm sorry again," you continue, "I was distracted and wasn't looking where I was going. You're Valentine, right?"

"Yes, and you are...?"

"I'm (y/n). I just transferred to Monster High," you explain. "I heard you don't attend Monster High, though. So if you want, I can keep you up on the groaning around the halls?"

"Why would you do that?" the vampire questions, looking at you with raised brows. "Haven't you heard what I've done?"

"Valentine, I'm just trying to be nice." You smile at the vampire, hoping it reassures him. "I think you could use a friend. So if you could give me your iCoffin, that would be clawsome."

Valentine stares at you for a moment, then quickly takes out his iCoffin and offers it to you. Grinning like the devil, you enter your number into the device and pass it back to him.

"I have to get to class, but text me!"

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[pedrotonin]

THE TOUCH OF YOU

Paring: Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: You just wanted to have a look, that's all. And now there's an arrangement and you desperately want to touch Joel, but he doesn't let you.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: Oral sex (both m and f receiving) P in V. Basically, just porn with a tiny bit of plot (if you squint hard enough).

A/N: English is not my first language. If you spot any bad mistakes, please feel free to message me.

You stroll through the few streets Jackson has to offer. Bored out of your mind, no idea where to go, what to do. You used to work at the tiny supply store run by Tommy and his wife, but Tommy caught you stealing last week and fired you on the spot. Over a simple magazine, unbelievable. You wanted to read the damn thing and return it the next day, but he wouldn't have it. Told you you should have asked him, and yes, you should have, but you didn't think it would be such a big deal. The main reason for taking it without asking though, was because it had been an erotic magazine from the eighties. You could only imagine the look on his face when he would've found out that's what you wanted to bring home with you.

Construction sounds float across the street and you walk towards it without thinking, ending up in front of Tommy's house, his two feet stick from underneat his porch. The perfect opportunity presenting itself. You can tell him why you didn't want him to know about the magazine and you can do so without having to look him in the eye. He'll understand, maybe he'll even give you your job back. Worth the shot!

"Tommy?"

No answer, you try again.

"Tommy? Listen, about that magazine..."

"Hm?" he acknowledges you.

"Look, I'm really sorry for not asking you about it, but you know, it being an erotic magazine," you almost whisper the last two words and a fake laugh escapes you. Jezus, this is hard, your face feels like it's on fire.

"Look, I'm not a thief, I just needed to...wanted to, you know, have a look."

He scoots from beneath the porch with a grunt and stands in front of you. Only...it isn't Tommy. It's his older brother, Joel, with a shit eating grin across his face. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned at the top, sweat dripping from his hair, to his neck, down into his shirt. Fuck.

"Where's Tommy?" you ask, not meeting his eye.

"Workin'. Doing your old job, I recon," Joel replies, while he uses the bottom of his shirt to whipe the sweat from his face, revealing golden skin, a slight tummy and a happy trail you can't help but follow with your eyes.

Maybe he didn't hear your confession from his postion beneath the porch. Maybe he-

"So, you wanted some alone time with a filthy magazine, sugar?"

Shit, so he did hear you...

"'S'okay, we all do once in a while," he smirks, leaning against the porch railing.

"No! I just, I just wanted to have a look. That's all!"

"Sure."

You look at his face and find his eyes dark, skimming over your body. Clearing your throat, you mumble your goodbyes and all but run from him. The audacity of this man, unbelievable.

When you close your front door you rest against it, out of breath and cheeks still on fire. Did that really happen? You can only pray that Joel won't tell Tommy. You don't know him very well, but from the stories you heard, he seems like an asshole. A very handsome asshole, unfortunately. Probably best if you stay indoors for the rest of the day.

Goddamn magazine.

A few hours later you wake from your slumber on the couch. Was there a knock on your door? You sit and listen. Just to be sure you open the door, and there, on your little welcome mat, lies the magazine. You quickly grab it and look around, but the street's empty. You stare at the little booklet. What the fuck. This must be Joel's doing. When you flip it around, a piece of paper falls out and flutters towards the ground. You catch it.

- here's your chance to have a 'look'.

Yep. Definitely Joel.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the magazine untouched on your kitchen table. You don't want to give him the pleasure. Or yourself, for that matter. This whole thing is getting way out of hand. You go to sleep without looking, not even so much as taking a peek.

The next morning there's a knock on your door again. This time there's definitely somebody there. The knocking continues and you open the door just a fraction to find Joel standing in front of it.

"Mornin'" he says, "sleep well?"

The stupid lopsided grin on his face angers you to the bone. You're about to slam the door in his face, but he beats you to it. A strong hand forces the door open and before you know it he's walking past you into your livingroom. What the?

You leave to front door open, grab the magazine and throw it at him.

"Get out and take this with you!" you snarl.

He doesn't move and opens the magazine.

"You made yourself come looking at this?" he asks.

Wow, crude! You can't believe he said that! He's holding up the magazine for you to see and it's the first time you actually see the inside of it. The picture is of a woman on top of a man, riding him, her head thrown back in pleasure. Christ, you didn't expect it to be so grafic!

"What? No! You pervert! I didn't even open it!", you cross your arms over your chest.

"Now get out."

"No? Shame. It's a good edition, this one," he shrugs and shows you another page.

A woman sitting on the edge of a bed, her legs spread wide and a man on his knees in front of her. His mouth devouring her.

"This is my favorite," he tells you.

Your eyes widen, your heart almost bursts out of your chest.

"Why?" you blurt out. It's the first word that comes to your mind and you immediately regret saying it out loud. You don't want to have a conversation with him about this!

"Why? Because I fuckin' love doing this. It's my favorite thing. I could do it all day. I would do it to you. I'd fuckin' love to. You only need to ask, darlin'."

Your mouth opens, closes, opens. What? What did he just say? Your brain short-circuits.

Joel walk towards you and puts a finger underneath your chin, gently closing your gaping mouth. He then rips the page out of the magazine, and puts it on your kitchen table.

"Think about it."

Then he casually walks out and closes the door behind him. You just stand stand there, blinking. Looking at the door, to the table, to the offending piece of paper laying there. You grab it and shove it into a kitchen drawer. No, wait, you don't want to keep it. You should throw it away, or burn it. Yes, that's exactly what you're going to do! But once it's in your hands, you can't help yourself... you take a look. If you squint a little, the man looks like Joel, the woman like y- No!! You crumple it and get on with your day.

That night, when you lay in bed, your mind starts to wonder. Would it be so bad if you'd let him? You have very little experience. Somebody tried it once after you'd asked him, but after a few seconds he said he didn't like doing it, didn't like the taste. It made you feel very insecure and after that one time, you never let it happen again. Told the guys who wanted to go down on you, it wasn't your thing. But truth is, you'd love to know what it would feel like and Joel did say it's his favorite thing to do. You start to imagine what it would be like with him. What it would feel like. His face between your legs, gripping his curly hair, his tongue deep inside you. You gasp as you feel your pussy throb. You swing your legs over the side of your bed and walk towards your livingroom. After a short search you find the crumpled piece of paper underneat your couch. Taking it with you to the bedroom, you slowly unfold it. You make yourself come twice. And when you wake in the morning, you're still feeling needy and make yourself come again. This repeats itself for 3 days.

You must talk to Joel.

You find him on his front porch, drinking coffee, reading a book. He doesn't look up when he greets you.

"Mornin'"

"Morning."

This is hard. You practiced this conversation in your head a million times, but now he's actually in front of you, only silence fills your brain.

"Can I help you, darlin'?" he asks, closing his book.

"I- I just want to..."

He stands and opens his front door.

"Come inside."

He steps inside and when you follow he closes the door behind you. You just stand there looking at him like a fool.

"Coffee?" he offers.

"No," you reply. "I came here to...ask you...if you w-" you take a deep breath.

"Yes?"

"Did you mean what you said, Joel?"

He's catching on straight away.

"I'd love nothing more," he's dead serious. "Is that why you're here?"

You hold up the crumpled piece of paper and his eyes darken. He puts his empty cup in the kitchen sink and takes your hand. Slowly turning you around, he grabs your shoulder and gently pushes you into one of the wooden chairs. Taking the paper, he lays it on the table for you to see, then he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you.

"Joel, ha!" a nervous laugh escapes you, "you really want to do this right n-"

"Yes."

He puts his hands on your knees, gliding them up towards your thighs, taking the fabric of your summer dress with them. Then his hands go to the inside of your thighs and back to your knees, slowly spreading your legs.

You bite your lower lip, your fingers gripping the armrests.

He scoots a little closer, bringing his face in between your legs. His nose rubs you through your panties and he lets out a soft moan. You feel yourself getting wet. He must feel it too.

"Been thinking about this every night," he murmers against you. "Can't fuckin' think of anything else."

One of his hands pushes your panties to the side and his fingers slide over you. Your eyes close and a whimper escapes you. He flicks his tongue against you and moans. The sound vibrating against your clit. Your hands fist into his hair and you grind yourself against his mouth.

"So wet already, fuckin' delicious," he slurs.

And that's how it begins. And about an hour and 6 orgasms later, he stops. Not because he wants to, but because you can't take it any more. Your hair is plastered to your face, sweat running down your neck, your legs shaking, the muscles tense and sore. His head rests on one of your thighs, his eyes are closed and he looks utterly content. His mustache and beard are glistening with your juices.

"Joel?"

He opens his eyes.

"Hm?"

"You want me to return the favor?"

He smiles and stands, taking your hand.

"No, s'okay. Let me walk you back to your house."

You're confused, but too tired to argue or ask him about it. So you let him help you to your feet and hold onto him as he walks you back to your house.

It turns into an 'arrangement' of sorts. When you feel needy, you go to him. No words needed. He takes you inside and eats you out until you scream for him to stop. He never comes to your house, and he never asks for anything in return. Always turns you down when you offer.

As time passes, his refusal to receive is driving you crazy. Because he won't let you touch him, you want it more than anything. He's on your mind 24/7. You want to seek him out daily, but you resist the temptation, trying to minimize it to 2 or 3 times a week. It's been 2 days and you're already squirming in your seat. You'll go to him today, and you will ask him about it.

He sees you coming and opens his door with a grin. You sit on the chair, it's the routine, but before he can drop to his knees, you cross your legs. The motion stops him, confuses him.

"Please, sit," you point towards another chair. "I want to ask you something."

He gives you a stern look, but sits down. One of his eyebrows raise while he waits for you to continue.

"I was wondering. Is there a reason you never want anything in return? Is it not working anymore?" you gesture towards his crotch.

At first he just looks at you, blinking a few times, then he chokes, his hand covering his mouth, and then....he starts to laugh. Out loud for christ sake! The rich sound of it echoes through the room. You stare at him, it was a serious question.

"It is working just fine, baby."

He goes to stand in front of you, ready to drop to his knees again, but you're not done with this conversation yet.

"I want you, Joel."

He looks down at you, an emotion you can't identify crosses briefly over his face, but then he shakes his head and it's gone.

"No. You don't."

You touch his stomach, but he flinches away from you. With his back towards you, he starts to breathe heavily. What is going on?

"You don't want me. You don't know me. You don't know the things I've done. I don't deserve it." He turns around again, but he doesn't look at you.

What is he talking about? You raise your hand again, an unbearable need to touch him, to comfort him consuming you, but he puts up a hand to stop you.

"Don't. "

You rise and the both of you stand in front of eachother awkwardly. He runs a hand over his face and you fiddle with the seem of your dress.

"Look. We either continue like this, or we don't continue at all," his voice sounds strained.

You look him up and down. Slowly shaking your head.

"No, please, Joel" you whisper.

He shakes his head and the look he gives you almost makes you change your mind, but you turn around and walk out of his house, out of this arrangement. You need time, time to make Joel Miller accept your touch. For him to enjoy being on the receiving end. You keep walking and don't look back.

Two weeks pas. Three weeks pas. You're working again. Tommy came to your house last week, said he had overreacted and offered you your job back. You have no idea if Joel had anything to do with it, you haven't seen him since your last encounter. The need to seek him out is almost overwhelming at this point. You can think of nothing else. Your job's providing you with much needed distraction during the day, but during the evenings and nights...he's all you can think about.

You haven't come up with a sollution yet. How to convince somebody to be on the receiving end of sex. Ha! Even saying it in your mind sounds ridiculous.

The little bell next to the door shimes, signaling a customer. You look up to find Joel standing in the doorway, his gaze already on you. You stare at eachother for a good few seconds, before he walks in and grabs a box of rusty old nails. He places it on the counter, not meeting your eye.

"These, please."

You wait for him to look at you again, but he won't.

"Joel, I-"

He starts talking at the exact same moment, interrupting you.

"Please, come see me after work?"

You nod while he gives you a once over before storming out of the shop. The box of nails left untouched on the counter.

You leave 5 minutes early, freshen up and put on a nice dress. Convincing yourself it's not for practical reasons, but just to look nice.

He's on his porch, waiting for you. His shoulders relax a little when he spots you, like he was afraid you wouldn't show up.

"Hi."

"Hi."

He opens his door, and you enter, but once inside you're not sure what to do. Do you sit on one of the wooden chairs? Are you both going to pretend nothing happened? Will you sit on his couch? Or maybe you should just stand here and wait for him to make the first move? You choose the latter.

He's nervous, you can tell. His hands are everywhere: in his hair, touching his neck, removing imaginary lint from his clothes. He clears his throat.

"I miss you," he shakes his head and groans. "No, fuck. I mean, I miss our arrangement."

"I do too, Joel"

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he looks almost desperate.

"I want you to get something out of this as well and -."

"I do! I told you, I love doing it," he interrupts you, becoming frustrated.

"and I want to touch you, Joel."

He puts up his hands in defeat, groaning.

"Fuck," he hisses. "I already told you I don't...I can't."

"Yes you can. Just let me, please."

He turns to face you again. You can see his resolve starting to crumble a little.

"If you don't like it, we can stop."

"That's exactly the problem... I will like it. I know I will, and then I'll want more. And I don't deserve that. I always fuck things up. Or you will die on me and -"

He stops himself, he said too much, you can see it in his eyes. He's angry at himself, angry for his blabbering.

He walks towards the kitchen and his hands grip the counter, turning his knuckles white.

He's staring out the window, probably remembering things from the past. After a while his breathing becomes shallow. He's having a panick attack, you recognize them all too well.

You slowly approach, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence behind him. He doesn't, so you lightly touch his shoulder. He doesn't flinch this time, but you can feel his muscles tense. He looks sideways to your hand, confused as to why it's there. You glide it slowly towards his bicep, he allows it. And then, you throw all caution in the wind as you step into him as your arms wind themselves around his waist, your head rests against his back as you hold him. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, so you tell him to.

"Breathe, Joel. Just breathe".

The breath he was holding, leaves him in a big sigh and you feel him slowly start to relax in your arms. His shoulders drop and one of his hands folds over one of yours, keeping it in place. The other's still gripping the counter.

You stay like this for a couple of minutes, untill Joel's breathing is mimicking yours. Calm and even. What happens next is something you didn't expect. He turns around, facing you, and after a moment of contemplating, he suddenly hugs you back. One of his hands slides around your waist and the other tangles in your hair, while he molds you against him. He lowers his head so his face rests against your neck and he breathes you in. You stroke his back with one hand, his hair with the other. After a while he pulls back and looks at you. Almost reluctantly, you take a step back. You smile, but his face stays completely serious.

"I will come back tomorrow."

He nods and there is it: a smile. Albeit a little one, it's still a smile. He opens the door and when you walk pass him, he lightly touches your shoulder.

The hours go by ever so slowly. No customers to distract you, only your own treacherous thoughts.

One hour to go and you already can't take it anymore.

The bell chimes and you look up to find Joel marching towards you. His eyes dart around the store, searching for other customers. When he finds none, he grabs your arm and walks you to the little back room.

"Joel? What are y-"

He closes the door, and before you can finish your sentence, he spins you in his arms, pushing you against the door.

"Joel?"

"Couldn't wait any longer," he murmers against the top of your head.

You expect him to kiss you, or drop to his knees, but he doesn't....he just holds you. One of his hands strokes your back, while the other is around your neck, pushing your face against his chest. He smells so good. Woody, smokey, strong, masculine.

You stand there for about 5 minutes before he releases you. You look up at him, finding his gaze already upon you. He brings his right hand to your face to put a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek.

The bell chimes again. Of fuckin' course.

Joel motions for you to enter the shop, while he leaves through the back door. You wait 'til he's gone before you walk back inside to find Tommy looking for you.

"Hey. Have you seen Joel?"

"Nope."

Half an hour to go.

He isn't on his porch like usual, so you knock and wait. After a few knocks, just when you think he isn't home, the door opens and he's there. He showered, his hair's still wet and slicked back. He's wearing a dark denim buttom up with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. God, he's so handsome.

You sit on his couch this time, with him right next to you, manspreading, his knee almost touching yours. You're immensely aware of his presence, his body, his heat, his scent.

"Listen," he begins, "this thing," he gestures between you and him "it's not easy for me."

You nod, don't want to interrupt him.

"I don't deserve you,"

There's so much you want to say, but you remain silent. Taking in his pained expression, you can tell he's struggling. He's a man that doesn't like to talk about things.

"and I should probably let you go, but I can't," he pinches the bridge of his nose and scoffs.

"I'm a selfish motherfucker."

"I don't want anyone else, Joel."

He looks at you and shakes his head.

"You should darlin', you really, really should."

You scoot towards him. Slinging your left leg over his left thigh, leaning into him.

"But I don't."

His hand starts to stroke your shoulder. His expressive brown eyes seek yours as he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"Then touch me, damnit."

You let your head rest against his chest, angling upwards so your lips graze the underside of his jaw. Your hand starts to slide over his chest, over his stomach, his thigh. His head falls back against the couch, his mouth opens and his breathing speeds up. Your mouth latches onto his neck, your tongue laving avainst the little bitemarks you leave. Sitting up a bit more, you bring your mouth to his ear, while your hand ghosts over the prominent bulge in his jeans. Earning you a low groan. Oh, how you dreamed about this.

"You okay?" you whisper in his ear, licking his lobe.

He turns his head sideways and his lips find yours. He kisses your bottom lip and then he swipes his tongue over your top lip. You gasp at the sensation and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

"Hmm, s'good, baby," he murmers against you.

His hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands grab your ass as he guides you over his hard cock. You grind against him and he stops kissing you, instead looking into your eyes while he grunts with each trust of your hips.

Much to your frustration his hands suddenly disappear from your body, as he stands and grasps your arm, yanking you towards his bedroom.

"You're supposed to touch me," he grins as he walks your towards his bed, "not the other way around."

He sits down, spreads his legs and waits.

You don't need any further encouragement. Getting on your knees in front of him, making quick work of his fly and sliding his jeans down. You palm him through his boxers while he strokes your cheek.

You bring your face close to him and gently start to kiss his lenght, enjoying the little moans and hisses that escape him.

"Fuck," Joel groans, "please."

His plea shoots straight to your very core, he's desperate for your touch. Finally.

Your fingers slide underneath the elastic waistband and you push his boxers down, freeing the most beautiful erect cock you've ever seen in your life. He's big, but not overly so. Slightly curved and uncircumcised. A beautiful big vein runs along the side and you lean in to follow it with your tongue, all the way up to his weeping head. He leans back on both his arms, moaning your name with an involuntary trust of his hips.

You take the head into your mouth, gently sucking it, not moving down yet. Your tongue swirling around it and you let your spit dribble down his length, coating him. The sounds he emits make your pussy clench, the need to touch yourself almost overwhelming, but you resist. You never imagined him being so vocal, it's a major turn-on.

Your right hand cradles his balls, while you take him further into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, your left hand curling around the lower half of his shaft, pumping.

"Fuck," Joel moans above you.

His hips start to move, meeting your mouth, and one of his hands fists in your hair, but he doesn't pull you towards him. The noises that fill the room make you blush. The wet sound of your sucking, slurping, combined with both of your moans.

"I need more," you say while giving his head a last lick.

"Take it, baby, take it," Joel whispers.

You push down your panties and slip of your dress. Joel's eyes widen at the sight of your naked form. Then you reach for the buttons of his flanel, undoing them one by one. Revealing his tan, gorgeous body. A slight spatter of dark hair covers his chest, his nipples are dark and his slight tummy is rapidly moving while he's struggling to breathe. You take his jeans and boxers and slip them off. The both of you stare at each other for a few seconds. Taking the other in. Then he scoots back and you climb on top of him, pushing your soaking pussy against his hard cock. Gliding your wet lips over his lenght, while his hands grip your hips.

"Sweetheart," he warns.

With a slight angle of your hips, his head is suddenly right at your entrance and you lower yourself. You're so wet, he bottoms out in one thrust. Falling against his chest you need a minute to adjust. It's been a while and Joel's not exactly small. Once you feel your body relax you push yourself up, placing both of your hands on his broad chest. His hands are on your ass, kneading, stroking, his cock deep inside of you. Joel needs more too, his hands now griping your arse and helping you move on top of him. He puts his feet on the matress for leverage and takes over. Fucking you hard. You try to meet his trusts but you can't, falling helplessly against his chest. Your orgasm is approaching, your pussy contracts around him. He feels it too.

"You gonna come for me baby? Fuck yes. Please come, please."

His brutal pace combined with his pleas send you straight over the edge. Your body freezes, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around him. He doesn't stop his movements, chasing his own high. Your slick starts to run down his cock and onto his stomach.

"Joel," you moan.

He pulls out of you and his hot cum splashes on your ass. His eyes squeeze shut while he groans your name. You feel another orgasm building from just looking at him coming undone.

When he finally opens his eyes to look at you, you take his hand, and guide his fingers inside of you. He grunts and starts thrusting them in and out of you while crooking them a bit. When he puts his thumb on your clit, your second orgasm almost hits you immediately. A slight stream of liquid gushes out of you onto his stomach. You fall fowards and he holds you, one hand around your back, one hand in your hair. His fingers gently moving inside you until he's sure you're done.

"Sorry, that never happened before," you whisper against his chest. You're so ashamed you don't dare to look up.

"Baby, don't fuckin' apologize for it," he murmers in your hair. "Fucking hottest thing I've seen in my life. Goin' to explore it some more later."

When you open your eyes, you're confused as to where you are, but then memories of last night flood your mind. Joel holding you against him, stroking your back, you must have fallen asleep.

Rolling onto your side you check if he's still in bed with you. He is. He's on his stomach, head resting on one of his arms, awake, looking at you.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You reach for him, but you're hesitant. He notices and takes your hand, planting little kisses on the inside of your wrist.

"Are you okay?" you ask him.

"Yes, you?"

You lean in untill your lips almost touch his.

"More than okay," you whisper against him before stroking his bottom lip with your tongue.

He grabs you and rolls you onto your back, positioning himself on top of you.

"Turns out I was just a little touch starved," he pushes the head of his growing erection against your already wet folds.

"Let's remedy that," you meet his hips and he moans before kissing you.

"Fuck yes".

#joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel x female reader #joel x f!reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch +18 AU End)

As requested on AO3 by snowflakebeads and likely someone else I can't remember. AU end for Oh, Sweet Child of Mine.

Thatch X GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere/obsessive/possessive behavior, marathon sex, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, unprotected sex, oral (reader recieving), food play, creampie, and cock warming.

Word Count: 2,533

Thatch had been suspiciously eager to try out a new recipe. Insistent, in fact, that it be a bonding moment for the both of you.

It was weird because from how he described it, it just seemed like a chocolate cake. He did allude to a ‘secret’ ingredient but besides that… yeah. Just a chocolate cake. You glared at him as he cozied up to your side to beg for an afternoon with him. Arm thrown over your shoulder as he whined about feeling ‘neglected’.

“You spend so much time with Ace and Marco~! You’ve gone and left poor old me behind! Can’t you spare just a few hours for a lonely man?” Thatch begged softly.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so weird, I would.” You hissed, poking his side only to receive a light jerk away from you. Thatch pouted. “Why now suddenly? You weren’t so ‘neglected’ yesterday.” You added with clear suspicion. Thatch grimaced sheepishly.

“Well…” He started. “I just got in a new ingredient that would be just the thing! And I wanted to try it with you!” You stared at him for a long moment.

He… seemed sincere. And he’d always been a little weird about spending time with you. It couldn’t be too bad or Marco would have came over to smack him for being pushy.

“…Fine.” Thatch lit up, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his cheek.

“Great! Meet me in the kitchen after dinner! We’ll bake a cake together!” Thatch cheered. You smiled wearily at him, still suspicious of his motives.

What kind of secret ingredient could he have been waiting for?

Guess you’d… find out?

The entire dinner that afternoon, Thatch kept looking over to make sure you were still there. Ignoring the teasing he received from his fellow chefs and, occasionally, Ace.

“I’ve never seen him this excited before.” Ace laughed. “What are you guys even doing? I heard he’d made his division clean up after themselves more than usual to make sure the kitchen was clean early.”

You frowned at that.

“Honestly? We’re baking a cake? I don’t know why he’s making it so weird though.” You mused. Ace lit up, looking excited. “Don’t even think about it. I just know he’d kick your ass for ‘intruding on our bonding time’.” You laughed as Ace pouted.

“Aw, come one! I’d take just a spoonful! You’d never know it was dirty, I swear!” Ace whined and you jumped as a warm hand fell onto your shoulder firmly.

“ACK!” You spun around to find Thatch standing there with a wide grin.

“Not a chance in hell! Maybe next time~!” Thatch denied Ace instantly with a strange gleam in his eye.

“Ah, that time already?” You asked and Thatch nodded.

“Yep. C’mon, we’re going to my personal kitchen. It’ll be over an hour before they finish cleaning the main one.” Thatch commented. You frowned.

“You have a personal kitchen?” You asked and Thatch laughed.

“Yeah, for testing recipes when I can’t trust some people to not interrupt or sneak some away. Thick door that locks and everything!” Thatch declared.

Well, with hungry bastards like Ace, you supposed some extreme measures needed to be taken when it comes to food.

The ‘personal kitchen’ was pretty deep in the ship. Closer to the storage areas than any main living quarters. And a ways off from the main kitchens. Definitely not somewhere you end up by accident if you want food. The promised door indeed thick and with a heavy lock.

Thatch slipped a key from around his neck and opened it for you, locking it back behind him before stowing away the key.

This kitchen was fairly reasonable in size. More like one you’d find in a house than one meant to feed the insane amount of people on board. Big enough for maybe four cooks to move around in and brush shoulders but that was about it. An array of ingredients already laid out, including a jar of thick, rose gold liquid.

“Ah, that your ‘secret ingredient’?” You asked, approaching the clear jar. “I was wondering what a chocolate cake could be missing… mixed honey?” You picked it up, the heavy glass jar plucked from you hands.

“Oop! No, no! No touching! Took a long time to get my hands on this beauty! It is honey, though. Specialty honey from near a particular harvest of flowers. Changes the flavor profile quite a bit.” Thatch declared proudly.

“Ah… what kind of recipe for chocolate cake calls for honey though?” You asked.

“Honey cake, of course!” Thatch declared. “Now, onto the mixing while the oven preheats!”  Thatch handed you a bowl and dumped mix into it along with eggs and a very cautious measurement of honey. Dutifully, you mixed it.

“No sugar?”

“Nope! That’s what the honey is for!” Thatch cheered, watching as you mixed it all together.

“You know, this is a pretty simple task. Are you sure you even needed me for this?” You asked as the dry mix turned into a thick sludge.

He laughed.

“Well, it’s about an hour of time with you until we can enjoy a nice dessert to ourselves!” Thatch shrugged.

He had a point. If it was so hard to get the honey, it would likely be impossible to make this cake for the whole crew.

“Thanks for inviting me then, I guess.” You sighed, your arms starting to ache. Thatch plucked it from you and set it onto the counter, pulling out the cake pans. He spread butter on them and distributed the thick mixture equally.

Barely fifteen minutes and they were in the oven to bake. Thatch must have been desperate for bonding time if baking a cake is all he could think of.

“Well, are you ready for the best part?” Thatch asked coyly, presenting the mixing bowl and two spoons.

“Isn’t that how you get salmonella?” You asked as you took a spoon with a smile.

“Haven’t gotten sick yet!” Thatch countered, scraping a spoonful of chocolate batter, but his eyes were on you as you tasted it.

It was delicious, of course. Sweet and rich from the chocolate. An odd, warm and tangy after taste that reminded you vaguely of honey.

“Mm! It’s good. Think it’ll be even better when it’s done baking?” You asked taking another spoonful as Thatch finally dug in himself. He looked oddly smug.

“I bet it will.” Thatch responded simply as you huffed, feeling a tad flush. Maybe from the vigorous mixing you did.

You frowned, noticing how clean the bowl was now. The batter was too damn good to be raw. And you felt hot. Your skin tingly, particularly your lips and lower body.

“Hey Thatch, what kind of honey was that again?” You asked faintly, setting your spoon in the sink. Thatch came up behind you, pressing into your back as he placed the bowl in the sink and poured water into it. His breath washing over your neck as he leaned in close.

“I already told you. Specialty honey.” Thatch breathed. “Why? You feel something?” His damp hands settled on your waist.

Specialty honey?

“T-Thatch, was that… spiced honey?” You asked breathlessly, feeling the heat growing inside you as his touch felt electric where his fingertips brushed under your shirt.

“Hmm, so you’ve heard of it before, huh?” Thatch asked in amusement. Setting the jar on the counter and popping the lid. His fingertips gliding across the surface and scooping up the thickness. It was a considerable amount as his other arm wrapped around your waist. The honey covered fingers pressing against your lips, sliding over your tongue as you panted. “Not as sweet as you though, look at that~ Eat up, I got it just for you~” Thatch cooed as you sucked his fingers. The honey much more potent in it's raw form.

He pulled his fingers free and licked what little was left. Ducking his head to kiss you breathless. You couldn’t help squirming against him as he pinned you to the counter, tongue running over your mouth like he was chasing the lingering taste of chocolate and honey before pulling away.

He grabbed another spoon and scooped up a generous amount. This time drizzling it onto his tongue before pulling open your mouth. Sliding the mouthful of honey directly into yours, smearing it onto your tongue and down your throat as you both moaned. The heat only getting worse as you swallowed.

“T-Thatch! D-Dirty ass trick—” You whined, tugging on his shirt as he laughed.

“But worth it to have you fall apart in my arms like this. Here, one more for the road. Don’t swallow though. Keep it warm for me~” Thatch scooped up another spoonful with honeycomb and placed it in your mouth. You sucked on the silverware as he lifted you up and placed your front on the counter. “I hear eating the honeycomb makes you go mad with lust.” Thatch stabbed his own section of honeycomb and ate it. Before returning the spoon and ducking behind you. His hands hot on your waist as he pulled down your pants.

When you were bare, your toes barely scrapping the floor, he pulled apart your thighs and licked up the soft skin. You could only moan as you sucked on metal and honey, his hot breath washing over your sensitive skin. Wet tongue laving to your entrance. Pressing in softly as you whined, honeyed drool seeping from your lips as every touch electrified you.

He spread apart your walls eagerly, like he’d get more honey if he just pressed his tongue deeper. Lapping at your quivering hole as you whined, pinned in place for his hunger.

“So damn sweet, knew this was a good idea. Glad I kept this just to us, aren’t you? Wouldn’t want to share this sweetness with anyone else.” Thatch swore softly against your clenching hole as you came suddenly, cum spurting down your thighs as he licked up the mess. “Better than the batter~” Thatch kissed your entrance deeply, spreading apart your cheeks as he dug into your overstimulated walls.

The honey quickly watering down in your mouth as your face tingled in the smearing aphrodisiac.

Thatch kept going, his appetite incapable of being satiated as you came so easily on his tongue and fingers. Spreading you open to blow across the heated flesh teasingly. Each orgasm coming along faster as the heat continued to build, sensitivity growing between your thighs as his honeyed lips spread the effect.

There was a ding and Thatch paused, a deep growl vibrating against you as you were pushed over the edge again with a muffled cry.

Thatch pulled away with a curse, leaving you cold and shaking as he took out the cake pans to cool.

Before you could turn around though, Thatch’s heat was back and his cock pressed against your sopping entrance. Slipping in easily to the hilt as you gasped, spitting out the spoon and what was left of the honey.

“A-Ah~!” You panted, your face pressed against the hot counter into the pool of thick, pink tinted drool.

“D-Don’t be wasteful!” Thatch tsked at you while you whined back at him. His balls smacking into your thighs as he started to fuck you hard. “Go on! Clean it up or you won’t get any cake either!” Thatch scooped up the honeycomb and pressed it onto your loose tongue. Your lips sucking on his fingers as he rubbed it to the back of your mouth.

Thatch pulled his hand away to adjust you further up, shoving your face into the cold puddle to lap at it. Your face tingling at the exposure as you obeyed, moaning with every wet slap of his hips. The watered down honey still so sweet and hot as you licked it up. Thatch’s hands rubbing your sides and slapping your ass hard when you stopped to breath.

“Ah! T-Thatch~! P-Please~! Ooooh~!” You drooled onto the counter as his cock brushed just right against your walls, sending shockwaves through your whole body. Thatch leaned over your back, grinding that spot as you cried out in overstimulation.

“Please what, baby?” Thatch huffed, licking up the mess and following it to your panting lips. “What do you need from me?”

“M-More! More, please more, Thatch! H-Harder! A-Ahhn~! Oh! OH! O-OHHH!” You wailed as Thatch grabbed your waist in a bruising grip and fucked you as requested.

“Fucking gladly!” Thatch grunted, the kitchen echoing with the sound of wet smacks. His lips brushing over yours as you moaned under the relentless assault, body burning for more. Thatch slammed into place suddenly, shoving your hips against the counter as he came in a hot burst of thick cum. Grinding harshly for barely a moment before going back to his frantic pace, cock still spurting cum down your thighs. “Y-You know, the seller warned me the effects could last for hours~ w-with just a spoonful!” Thatch chuckled against your lips.

You whined.

“H-Hours!?” You keened, trembling against him as you came on his cock.

“Hours~!” Thatch cooed. “And we still have a whole cake!” Not pausing as his cock jerked with a fresh wave of cum again.

“Th-Th-ThA-AAHcH~!” You wailed, cumming hard as he laughed.

Thatch laughed again as you whined, sitting on the counter as he fed you cake. You squirming on his cock as he fucked your sopping, wet entrance gently.

“Every bite, babycakes~! If you leave it to just me, you won’t be walking for weeks~!” Thatch cooed, eating a bite of cake covered in a thin layer of honey and powdered sugar. “M-Mmmm, break!” Thatch put aside the fork and plate, grabbing your hips to bounce you on his thick cock. A thick spurt of cum dripping down his thighs and balls to the counter.

“O-Oh! T-Thatch~!” You whined, leaning back against him and raking your nails across his shoulders as you squirmed. The heat unbearable in your blood. “M-More~!”

Thatch grinned, kissing your wet cheek as he fucked you harder. Not in the mood to make you beg. This time.

Your eyes sliding over the two-tiered cake barely eaten. Thatch had made it clear neither of you were leaving until it was all gone. Unwilling to share the delicacy with anyone else.

“More honey? Sure thing, baby~!” Thatch scooped up some honey from the jar and smeared it on your hanging tongue. “My, you’re so hungry, maybe we should make another one?” he teased as you wailed, a fresh wave of arousal surging through you and down his thighs.

“Tha-ahhcht~!” he laughed, groaning as he shot another round of warm cum into your.

“M-Maybe this should have been shared with more people…” Thatch chuckled. “But I can’t imagine sharing you, baby! So, I guess we’ll just have to power through it together.” He cooed, kissing your bruised neck as his pace slowed. Finally letting you rest against him despite the raging arousal inside you, his cock still hard and pulsing.

He picked up the cake again and you whined. Torn between exhaustion and excitement—though how much was natural was heavily debatable.

Regardless, you weren’t complaining.

#one piece smut #yandere smut #oh sweet child of mine #thatch one piece #Thatch smut #Thatch X Reader #TW: aphrodisiac

[ssentimentals]

dating seungcheol feels like...

being in a cocoon of safety and care. seungcheol is here to show you that relationships can be secure and stable, he's here to set up a bar so high that other people won’t be able to reach it, he's here to ruin you for anybody else and prove that he is the best boyfriend. sometimes that can lead to him beating himself up for not doing something and also appearing a bit overbearing, but he tries to listen to your voice of reason.

(after full five minutes of silence, you finally break it with an annoyed huff. crossing hands over your chest, you stare down at your boyfriend, who only sighs. 'i can take care of myself,' you proclaim and he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 'i'm serious, i can take care of myself!'

'i know!' he lets out, exasperated. 'baby, i know. but i still worry, alright? i don't doubt you, i'm just worried!'

you soften up at this, shoulders dropping and arms uncrossing as you walk over to him. 'and you have all rights to be worried,' you reason, taking his hands in yours as you squat down in front of him. 'but you also have to trust me, yeah? when i say 'i got it' i really mean it.'

'but if something goes wrong-' he starts and you immediately interrupt him with: 'yes, i will you call you, immediately.' you roll your eyes but you're so impossibly fond of this boy and he knows it, judging by his growing smile.

'i got it,' you whisper and he nods, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

'and i got you.')

seungcheol is the very definition of an old time romance. he's waiting for you with the bouquet of your favorite flowers, he's holding up the door, pulling out the chair, not letting you touch the bill or walk on the side of the road kind of guy; he doesn't do it in order to impress - that's just how he is and it works because it's natural for him, not forced. he is showering you with compliments ('how did i get so lucky? you look absolutely stunning!') and gifts ('special date or not, you deserve to be spoiled!') just to see you blush and he shows you off proudly ('yep, that's my baby!'). your attention is something for what he's ready to fight for, so he goes pouty once he doesn't receive it and jealous when someone else receives it full force.

('i can do the same, you know,' he suddenly says once you both come back home. you blink and stare at him questioningly, so he explains: 'you were so impressed by him cooking that cake. i can cook it too.'

you open your mouth and then close it because wow, okay. 'cheol-'

'it wasn't even that good,' he continues to grumble, not noticing how you are barely holding back your laughter. 'sure it had four layers and this whole design thing at top but c'mon, i can bet- why are you laughing?')

dating seungcheol involves five hours video calls if one of you is away because he needs to know how are you and what have you eaten and there's a beautiful sunset outside that he needs to show you, the 'i'll pick you up at seven, dress code is fancy' texts that leave your heart fluttering because you know he spent time planning all of this and putting an effort to make it great for you, the 'you are the inspiration behind these lyrics' and 'you are my muse' confessions.

dating seungcheol means arguing with him when he overworks, both of you scheduling your 'rest' days (just catching up on sleep, or doing nothing all day, ordering junk food for sanity), it also means being the only one with who he feels safe to show his weak side and share his struggles.

('rest, seungcheol. rest doesn't involve you monitoring whatever it is on your phone.' you sound very stern and he sighs, putting his phone away. 'good. now rest. you look like you've been ran over by a truck, twice. please just rest.'

he pouts, makes actual grabby hands and you give in, letting his arms pull you on top of him. seungcheol breathes in your scent and exhales loudly, holding you tight. you mutter something about being heavy but he just grips you tighter because your weight settles him down, reminds him that he is here, with you and that's the only place he should be right now. 'you are perfect. thank you for being here.')

dating seungcheol is like standing with an army - there's no fear, just complete confidence that you're unbeatable. he makes you feel like that, like you can jump and he'll be there, ready to catch you. he makes you feel like you are meant to be treasured and that's because you are and he is ready to spend an indefinite amount of time, however much you let him, to prove it to you.

a/n: when you write for one of your ults and your brain just shuts down :') anyway, sweets, my requests are OPEN, so come to say hi and request something! also, let me know if you want to be in the tag list aaand here is the link to my writing list.

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[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

After the show

Pairing: alive!Reggie Peters x reader

WC: 3.2k

Summary: After being away for a few months you were finally back in Los Angeles, just in time to watch your best friend Julie perform with her band. The first time you got to see them live and get to meet them, including the cute bass player.

A/N: Here's something new which probably nobody still counted on getting from me hahah but writing has always helped me cope with some stuff and even though I hadn't pictured myself returning to this, here I am, dealing with life problems by escaping into fanfictions. So, I hope you guys still read it and like it!!

It had been a while since you saw Julie last. You had lived with your dad last semester while your mom had to go abroad for work. That left you at the other side of the country, a six-hour flight away from your best friend and your normal life.

Of course, staying at your dad's wasn't the worst. You got along great. One of the only plus sides of that move was that you could spend more time together, but you also had to get used to a new place and new people. And you missed your friends dearly. Daily Facetime calls to Julie and Flynn kept you going, but those declined in frequency as well. Everybody got busy, so these past few weeks it had been, at most, one call a week. With your upcoming move back home to California, Julie's successful debut with her band and Flynn managing them, there hadn't been a lot of time. Until now.

You were finally back in California, basking in the Los Angeles sun. The hot sand beneath your feet warmed your soul. A content smile graced your face while you were waiting for Julie and Flynn to join you. This felt like home. Definitely.

Your serene moment got interrupted as someone practically fell into you, making you tumble forward a few steps. You were able to keep standing with arms still wrapped around you. With them came a squeak and the call of your name before the figure, which turned out to be Julie, came around to your front. As soon as you saw that familiar face you pulled her into your arms again. Yep, home. "Oh my God, I missed you so much!", you said, squeezing her once more.

"Same! I can't believe you're back! Finally!" The two of you let go of each other and settled onto the sand. "Tell me everything!"

"Well, you already know basically everything," you laughed. "I mean, the last time we talked wasn't even 24 hours ago."

"I know!" Julie took ahold of your shoulders and shook you. "Way too long! I need a play-by-play of your flight."

"Uhm ok, so, when I got to the airport..." And so you told Julie everything that happened at the airport, on your flight, at the reunion with your mom, the ride home, just everything up until the point where she had joined you at the beach. "When is Flynn coming by the way? Shouldn't she be here already?" You looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl amidst the other beach-goers.

"Oh yes, I forgot to say! She actually had to hang back for a bit. She was able to get us a gig tonight, totally last minute, so she had to organize some stuff, but you'll see her later when you come to the show."

"Oh, so I'm invited, huh?" You bumped her shoulder.

"Of course, you are! We made sure to have you put on the guestlist. Then you can also meet the rest of the band! They're so excited to meet you. I mean, Flynn and I always talk about you, so they're always on us about when they actually get to meet you." She laughed at the dorkiness of her friends.

She could still picture the first time you were brought up in conversation in front of them. Flynn had been late to watching the practice and when she finally did come in, she looked a little distraught. Julie had asked her what was wrong, but didn't expect that the reason for her distress was actually your distress. You had just broken up with your partner who was not ready to commit to long-distance, even just for a while, so you had called your friends in tears. The boys had immediately told Julie and Flynn to not worry about practice and call you back and be there for you. Since then, you had been topic of conversation a few times.

"Actually," she continued, "Reggie could not shut up about you being at the show today since we found out it's happening, so you can't disappoint my bassist by not showing up." Julie wiggled her eyebrows at you. That's what you get for one time mentioning that you thought the dark-haired bassist was cute and asking about him. You had kept up with Julie's band, watched all their music videos and the private photos and videos that Julie had sent you.

You felt a warmth spread over your neck and cheeks, slighty embarassed by the teasing. "Oh please, Julie, shut up." You chuckled and looked out at the waves crashing onto the beach. "Of course, I'll be there. I'm super excited to meet the band, too. And to see you perform live!" Looking back at her, you saw the spark in her eyes that had been lost for so long after her mother's death, but there it was, portraying her excitement for making and sharing her music.

The moment got interrupted by an alarm sound coming out of Julie's pocket. "Oh ok, that's me. I actually have to run now," she said while standing up and silencing her phone. "I need to prepare for the show, but I'll text you all the details and will see you there tonight! Ok, bye, love you!" She shouted over her shoulder while already walking away in a hurry. You laughed to yourself at her behavior. It hadn't changed in all this time. You stayed at the beach for a few more minutes, before deciding to go home and get ready yourself.

You looked in awe at the line in front of the club the band was playing at tonight. So many people were here to see your friend perform. It was crazy. And you actually got to walk past all these people to tell the bouncer your name and be let in before all of them. The whole experience was so surreal, but it was everything you had ever hoped for your friend. Inside was already pretty packed as well but Flynn had texted you where to find her, so you made your way through the crowd to the roped-off area at the side which was slightly elevated. You once again gave your name to the woman standing there. She scanned her clipboard before she moved aside to let you in.

You spotted Flynn pretty easily in her eye-catching outfit. She was sitting in the far corner, closest to the stage, typing away on her phone. You walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey there, stranger!"

She turned around quickly. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there before she jumped out of her seat with a wide smile on her face. "You're here!" She pulled you into a hug. "It's so good to see you! Wait, let me look at you!" You were pushed an arms-length away, so that she could check you out from head to toe. "And you look amazing! Perfect! Show-stopping!"

"Well, I hope not. I did come here to watch the show after all." You took the seat next to Flynn's, catching up with her until the lights dimmed and the show started. You and Flynn immediately got up from your seats as the stage lights came on and illuminated your friend and the rest of the band. Julie's gaze quickly flickered up to where you and Flynn were standing before she started playing the first notes of the song. Actual tears sprung to your eyes as you watched your friend live her dream. You were so proud of her.

You watched her interact with the other band members while performing. They all seemed to have so much fun on stage and you could clearly see their passion for music shining through. More than once did your eyes glance over to the bassist. You had to admit that Reggie looked even better in person than on the screen. He had to know what he was doing when he put on that leather jacket for the performance. Damn.

When the show ended, you actually felt out of breath from all the dancing and jumping and singing along you did with Flynn. The whole concert was so much fun and you could not get rid of the smile on your lips. "So, I am in charge of getting you to Julie's for the after-show party," Flynn turned to you and explained.

"Wait, there's an actual after show party at Julie's? And her dad's fine with it?"

"Yeah, it's just a few people and as long as we clean up and don't make too much noise, he's chill. So, you coming?" Flynn held out a hand for you to take and then skillfully maneuvered you through the crowd. The ride to Julie's turned out to be Flynn's mom who greeted you with a hug. You three chatted for the whole ride, mainly about your last semester and the show, before she dropped you off at Julie's. Before driving off she reminded Flynn to be respectful and considerate of the people living in the house to which Flynn rolled her eyes, but promised to be on her best behavior.

After her mom was gone, she turned to you. "Ok, come on, we need to get some snacks and drinks out before the others arrive." She led you to the garage, which you hadn't entered in what felt like years, and pulled the doors wide open. The lights turned on and as you looked around you realized that not much had changed, except for some trinkets being strewn about here and there. You quickly helped Flynn get some drinks out of the mini fridge and onto the table as well as some snacks when the first few people already started arriving. You easily recognized Nick, one of the first to enter the garage. He hadn't changed much from when you last saw him, still had the same Golden Retriever look to him. Carrie was also easy to spot. She spotted the two of you instantly and came over to greet you. From your calls with Julie and Flynn you were already aware that the feud had ended and there was some kind of friendship blossoming now.

"Hi, girls!" She greeted both of you with a hug before she turned to you. "It's nice to see you! How long have you been back?"

"Oh, just today actually. Been quite a busy day." You made some more small talk with her while other guests arrived and Flynn went off to greet them. It wasn't long until the conersations stopped to greet the arriving band with a round of hollers and applause. The guitarist, Luke, you knew, basked in the applause, entering the garage with raised arms and a grin, ready to high-five his friends that were waiting for him. Julie, Reggie and Alex followed. They had the same grin on their faces, the performance high, but passed up on the high-fives.

Carrie excused herself, but you didn't stay standing alone for long as Julie spotted you and pulled Alex and Reggie over to you. "Guys, I want you to meet someone," she exclaimed and proudly introduced you.

Aley was the first to speak up. He had a nice smile on his face. "Hi! It's really nice to meet you! I'm Alex. Julie has told us so much about you, it's like meeting a legend." Julie hit him in the arm for that comment. "Hey! What? It's true! You're always talking about her like she's a celebrity or some kind of myth. No wonder Reggie-" He got cut off by another hit in the arm, this time from the bassist. "Alright, fine, I'll stop stalking! Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm gonna go over there to my boyfriend." He turned and walked right into the arms of a long-haired guy on the other side of the garage who had been engaged in a conversation with Luke.

You turned back to the other two still standing with you, holding back a laugh. Your gaze fell onto the one who had yet to introduce himself. His eyes were still trained on Alex' back, but as he turned towards you, he realized that your focus was already on him and his cheeks turned red. It only took him a moment to regain his cool though. "I'm Reggie. Nice to meet you!" His eyes trailed your body once over. He shot you a smile. "I can't believe you're even prettier in real life than in the pictures." That earned him another smack against the arm from Julie. He yelped. "Hey! That's not how you treat your bassist!"

"Whatever, go get Luke, I want to introduce him, too!" Rubbing his arm he left, pouting, to get the guitarist. As soon as Reggie said a few words to him, he came jumping right over and put his arms around Julie's shoulder, placing a kiss on her cheek. She chuckled a little at the display of affection. "Luke, I wanna introduce you to-"

He cut her off, saying your name himself. "You talk so much about her. How could I not know?!" He smiled brightly and pulled you into a hug. "Great to finally meet you! How did you like the show?"

"Ah, it was amazing! You all looked so great out there! I had so much fun and everything sounded great! You even played my favorite song," you admitted.

"Oh, and which one is that?" You told him your favorite song, him nodding along to your answer. "Yeah, great taste you got there!" He looked around the room as a group of guys called his name. "Alright, I gotta go entertain for a bit, but we'll definitely catch up soon!" He promised with a wink and another kiss to Julie's cheek.

"Is he always like that?" You asked her.

"Most of the time." She nodded before breaking out into a laugh which you joined.

At some later point in the evening you found yourself on the couch with a drink in your hand. Reggie let himself fall into the seat next to you. "Hi there!" You smiled at him.

"Hi!" The small smile he gave you made him look even cuter. "Sitting here all by yourself?"

"Well, I was just waiting for you to come keep me company."

"Oh." That took him by suprise. "Here I am!"

You tilted your head to the side a bit, taking him in some more. He was still wearing the leather jacket you liked so much during the show with a simple white shirt below it and a pair of jeans. "I really liked to watch you play. I wanted to tell you that before, but you left so quickly."

"Ah, thank you! Yeah." He rubbed his neck as his cheeks turned pink. "Sorry that I left so quickly. I actually did want to talk to you some more! Julie told us you were coming to watch us play, so I- we put some extra effort into making this show amazing!"

"You certainly did! How long have you been playing bass for?"

"So long I can barely remember. I learned the guitar first though," he admitted.

"So you play the guitar as well, wow! I've never had any musical ability. Julie's mom tried to teach me to play the piano a long time ago, but it was completely hopeless." You chuckled at the memory. It was right in this room so many years ago.

"Maybe the piano just wasn't the right instrument for you? I can teach you some guitar if you want. Or bass, if you prefer."

"Alright, I'll hold you to it, but really don't get your hopes up. It might end in an absolute disaster," you joked. "Let me actually give you my number, so we can set a date."

"Oh yeah, totally!" He pulled out his phone and opened it to a new contact. You put your number in and called yourself right after saving it.

"Now I have your number as well." You smiled at him before saving the number into your phone as 'that cute bassist'. You hoped he had seen the name but when you looked back at him his eyes were trained on your face.

An hour moved by as you kept sitting on that couch, talking and laughing with Reggie. Luke, Alex and Julie had each come over for a few minutes but left fairly quickly to give the two of you some space.

"Hey, do you want to get some fresh air? It's getting a bit stuffy in here," you suggested to which Reggie agreed. The doors had been closed by now to keep the noise from reaching the neighbors, so that you hadn't noticed it'd gotten a bit chilly. Before you could say or do anything Reggie already took off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders. You pulled it on tighter as you took a seat on the stairs, the smell of the leather enveloping you. It smelled good, you imagined Reggie to smell distinctly of the jacket as well.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked warily.

"Of course." You assured him, placing a hand on his thigh.

His eyes fell from your face to your hand. "Are you flirting with me? Like, are you actually hitting on me?" His hopeful eyes found yours again as your smile turned wider.

"Yes, Reggie, I have been all evening."

"Oh, ok, good, so I didn't misinterpret anything." He laughed a little and placed his hand over yours that was still lying on his thigh. "You see, I think you're really pretty. I've thought that since Julie and Flynn showed us pictures of you for the first time. And now I know, you're really funny, too, and I'm just totally blown away by you, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?"

"I would like that a lot, yes. You lnow, I've had this little crush on you for a while now that Julie and Flynn have been making fun of me for. There's something about you that really draws me in." You bit your lip, taking Reggie's attention from your eyes to your lips.

"So, uhm, can I kiss you right now?" He asked.

Your lips spread into a wider smile as you shuffled closer to him on the stairs. "Yes, Reggie, I'd love that." There wasn't much of a gap between your faces anymore now, but he took his sweet time letting you feel his breath on your lips before finally connecting them. His lips moved softly against yours. He squeezed your hand on his thigh and brought the other one up to cradle your face.

You pulled back a little to catch your breath. When there was a crash from inside the garage your gaze quickly flicked to the door to check if anyone was coming out. When nobody did, you turned back to Reggie. "Do you wanna go back inside or keep doing this?" You asked him, hoping for the latter.

"I think, I'd rather stay out here a bit longer." He smiled before catching your lips in another kiss under the starlit sky.

#reggie peters #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters x you #julie and the phantoms #jatp #reggie peters one shot #reggie peters imagine #x reader #x you #oneshot #one shot #imagine #imagines #fanfiction #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp x reader #julie and the phantoms x reader #requested #requested by anon

[cupidjyu]

one point off

sunwoo x reader (request by my #1 fan @valentxi!)

genre: academic rivals, not necessarily enemies to lovers, mutual pining, you both are horrible at feelings tbh, banter, flirting, shyness, getting together, kissing, fluff fluff!!!! sunwoo is so smug and flirty LMAO, his nickname is sun notes: i said i would take long to write this but tbh, after finishing all my work, i literally wrote like 90% of this in one day, just because it was so fun to write >.<. I've always wanted to write academic rivals before 🫶🫶 word count: ~ 3k

in the back of a noisy classroom, where multiple students sat for hours on end, there were two friends, eric and haknyeon, seated next to each other. they’re the observers who stay in the shadows, watching the people in front of them. they always knew everything, from the people who cheat on tests regularly, or the people... in love.

they watched as the teacher walked around the room, passing out past test papers, with a red marker indicating their grade. and then, they watched the two classmates sitting in the front of the classroom (they voluntarily chose to sit in the front for some odd reason.)

“there they go again,” eric said, looking slightly bored.

the other friend, haknyeon, turned to him, “who?”

“they’re fighting again, those two,” he replied, pointing at those two classmates. one was a guy with dark hair, on the taller side, and a brilliant student. the other was a shorter person, determined, and also a brilliant student. “the top students of the school,” eric explained. he groaned, watching their antics. “honestly, just kiss already.”

-

the whoosh of a test paper, floating right on your desk woke you up. you peered at the score on it and nodded, satisfied enough. but then, sunwoo, the guy who sat in front of you and your sole enemy, turned around in his seat, an eager smile on his face.

you stared at him, unimpressed already. you knew what he was going to ask, as he clutched his own test paper excitedly.

“what’d you get?” he asked, a smug expression on his face.

you looked right into his eyes.

“98.”

“99!” he almost immediately replied.

“agh-” you glared, taking your paper and crumpling it up. he only laughed at your reaction, clearly enjoying it as he continued to stare at you with a smile. you had thought it was more of a mocking one, but eric knew it was actually a fond one.

you shot daggers at him, “you probably searched up the last question, be honest, sun.”

“did not,” he confidently shook his head. “i actually studied.”

your cheeks flamed red, leaning closer with annoyance, “i’m literally only one point off!”

he giggled even more, grinning at your response once again. how aggravating. his stupid, horribly charming smile.

“sure, but you’ll never beat me anyways,” he stated. “you’ll always be one. point. off.” he smirked, waving his paper mockingly while he turned back around.

you hated how attractive he looked at that exact moment, one corner of his lip turned up as his eyes brightened. you gripped the pencil, staring down at the crumpled paper.

oh how you hated him.

-

“y/n definitely likes him.”

haknyeon turned to eric, wiggling his eyebrows. eric laughed at his observation, slapping his shoulder.

“right? i figured that out a long, long time ago. it goes the other way around too.”

“what do you mean?”

“he likes y/n too, hak. i can clearly see. yet they can’t.”

-

you counted the books in your bag, making sure you didn’t forget any notebooks. after you deemed that you were all ready to go home and study more (though you dreaded it), you grabbed the locker door and closed it.

you jumped, almost dropping the bag out of your hands. it was him. sunwoo, the boy you hated the most in the entire school, appeared right before you. he was leaning on the nearby locker, his arms crossed with a small smile on his lips.

“it’s you again,” you muttered.

“yep,” he simply replied, staring at you with relaxed eyes.

it was silent. you shifted on your feet, putting your bag on to get ready to leave him behind in the empty school. but yet again, he was still staring at you. you gave up, groaning.

“what do you want?”

he brightened, “can i use your library card to borrow a book for my research project? i lost mine.”

…

you stared at him, mouth slightly agape with multiple questions running through your head. 

“and you’re asking me… why?” you eyed him with confusion.

“just because,” he shrugged. though deep down, he just liked interacting with you. when you weren’t at school he would sulk around, incredibly bored for the rest of the day. but he wouldn’t tell you that.

you sighed, rolling your eyes, “fine, but i’m going with you. i don’t trust you with my card.”

“so it’s a date?” he asked, his eyes wide and innocent. 

you sputtered, your words getting caught in your throat. you could even feel your ears turn hot too.

“wh- what? no-” you shook your head rapidly. 

but he only leaned closer. you gulped, backing away. but you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips briefly.

much to your horror, he noticed. he only leaned closer, whispering, “you want to kiss me so bad.”

you groaned, “shut up. you’re not funny.” you shoved him away, incredibly embarrassed. he only laughed, sauntering down the hallway. you huffed, before running to catch up with him.

-

“sunwoo and y/n.”

you sat up straight in your seat, pointing to yourself in disbelief. the teacher only nodded, a completely serious expression on her face. you then sank back down, putting your head in your arms, praying that this was all a bad dream.

the teacher really is against me.

you could even hear the familiar sounds of laughter in the back of the classroom. eric and haknyeon, of course.

you lifted your head just in time for sunwoo to turn around to face you. he was smiling, as usual.

“so, me and you for the project?” 

you narrowed your eyes, “that’s what the teacher said, yes.”

he snickered, grabbing your pencil. you watched, annoyed as he twirled it around his fingers skillfully. he looked back up at you.

“you’re gonna be a lot of trouble to work with, huh?” he remarked. 

you scoffed, “says you.”

he ignored your words, turning around with a straight face. but as soon as his back was facing you, he immediately broke out into a genuine, shy smile. his cheeks blooming with pink and his heart beating rapidly. he was just so, so incredibly happy with his assigned partner.

-

you sighed, fidgeting with your hands, staring out the window. sunwoo had proposed to start the project at your house since his house was apparently “very messy”. so there you were, sitting on the couch, slightly nervous as you watched the door, anticipating.

and then the doorbell rang. you practically sprang up and opened the door when-

oh.

sunwoo, your supposed enemy, looked incredibly good at that exact moment. the sun was setting in the background, casting a beautiful glow. but the only thing you could truly focus on was him. he had on an outfit that wasn’t his typical one. usually, he wears black hoodies and sweats at school, choosing comfort over style. but instead, he was now wearing a black collared sweater with a white shirt over it. he looked very…

“take a picture already, won’t you?”

you snapped out of it, blinking rapidly. then, you glared at him, having enough of his flirtatious comments.

“i just didn’t expect you to dress up for this sort of occasion,” you shot back.

“why not?” he looked down at you, smirking slightly. “when the occasion's with you, i will of course.”

you could already feel yourself blushing, hating how that simple joke reached straight for your heart. you stepped aside so he could enter. 

“please, be serious sun,” you muttered.

“i am.”

-

you led him to where your room was, not letting him stop and look at the rest of the house. when you opened the door, he looked around almost immediately, his eyes wandering to the various decorations in your room, multiple plushies on your bed, and posters on the wall.

“didn’t think you’d have such a bright room,” he said, sitting down on the bed and pulling the laptop out of his bag.

“and why’s that?” you asked him, sitting next to him but not too close.

“cause you have a dark soul.”

you froze. then you groaned again, taking a pillow and throwing it straight at him. “seriously, sun?” sunwoo only smiled more at your reaction, not even flinching once. he was more focused on how much he adored the nickname.

after a few minutes of bickering, the two of you finally decided to get to work on the project. surprisingly, the two of you worked really well. sunwoo would always listen to your suggestions, even if they didn’t fully make sense.

at some point, you were starting to become incredibly focused on your work, determined to get as much done as possible to lessen the time spent with him. sunwoo paused his typing and gazed at you. he noticed that when you’re focused, your eyebrows would tense and your lips would pout slightly. he sighed dreamily, forgetting about all of the work he was supposed to do. instead, he was staring straight at your lips.

i really want to… kiss-

you look up abruptly, staring at him weirdly, “why are you staring at me?”

he froze, unable to come up with a response. his eyes shook with nervousness before finally, he came up with the best save of his whole lifetime (in his opinion).

“i’m tired of working and i like to look at pretty things when i’m tired.”

you practically choked on air. a laugh started to bubble through your throat until you couldn't hold it in anymore. you took another pillow and threw it at him, tears forming in your eyes at his horribly cheesy joke. he blinked, surprised at your lighthearted reaction.

"that was an awful joke, sun. never do it again," you replied, turning back to your work, unable to hide your smile.

he didn't say anything. instead, he only stared at you with soft eyes, a small smile present on his lips. he liked your laugh.

-

much to your absolute horror, your infatuation with sunwoo may or may not have grown more over time. the project was a long one, meaning multiple times to meet up and work on it. and each time you got home, you would jump on the bed and kick around in the blankets because no matter how embarrassing it is, he makes you feel some sort of way.

sometimes, after a long period of work, sunwoo would quietly invite you for boba after. you had expected it to be a whole bunch of bickering, but in reality, the energy between the two of you was actually quite peaceful. and for some reason, the two of you have quite a lot in common. favorite shows, movies, books, almost everything.

then, there were those few times when you wanted to show him something. and instead of turning the computer in his direction, he would lean closer, pressing his chest square to your shoulder. you could even feel the puff of breath on your neck, making you shiver. at that point, you couldn't even focus on anything but his warm body against yours.

and you know that your humor can be a bit dry. but for some odd reason, sunwoo would always smile genuinely at your bad jokes, making your heart beat impossibly fast.

maybe sunwoo wasn’t as bad as you had thought.

-

“whoa, look what i found,” you heard his deep voice pierce the quiet atmosphere of the cafe where you had decided to meet up at. he turned the computer to you, his eyes wide.

you leaned closer to read the words out loud.

“two enemies, with completely different yet similar goals can easily fall in love,” you paused for a second, racking over the words. you tilted your head. “that’s… interesting?” you looked at him with confused eyes.

he looked at you almost knowingly, “reminds me of someone i know.”

you stared at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly frustrated, and then grumbled, looking away, “nevermind.”

but then again, you knew what he meant. 

the thing is, you don’t want to do anything about it. no matter how tempting sunwoo can be in his comfy hoodies or with his large, cute eyes, your sole goal was to focus on academics and not relationships.

and soon enough, you were completely lost in thought, your head in the palm of your hand. but then, you felt a poke on your cheek.

you looked up and saw sunwoo’s finger draw away. he tilted his head, raising his eyebrow.

“penny for your thoughts?”

you shook your head, “nothing at all.”

“figured, you seem to have a small brain after all.”

and you hated how his laugh only made your heart flutter.

-

“and that was our presentation,” you paused, running out of words. “thank you for watching?”

and because of the dreadful awkward atmosphere in the classroom. you hurriedly grabbed sunwoo’s hand without a thought and bowed with him. he choked on his own spit, staring bewildered at the two of your hands, intertwined. he could feel himself blushing at the size difference.

-

“are they dating yet?” haknyeon asked eric, eyeing them suspiciously. “i mean, look at how they’re acting right now compared to last time… they’re literally holding hands!”

eric nodded, agreeing.

“right like-” his eyes widened, his hand flying up to his open mouth in shock. “wait- hak, where’s he taking them?”

“huh-” haknyeon gasped loudly, making everyone turn their heads. but that didn't matter. because at that moment sunwoo’s hand went to grab your wrist, pulling you out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, signaling that class ended.

-

“sun- wait-” but he didn’t stop pulling you along the hallway, your heart was racing with adrenaline. when you peered at his face, you could see that he looked incredibly frustrated. you frowned, wondering what was up.

and in just a flash, he brought you to the school library. at this time of the day, there’s usually no one. still, he brought you to an empty corner, pressing you to the wall. he stood in front of you, out of breath, hair messy from the running. 

“sunwoo?” you peered up at him, still trying to catch your breath. you looked at him, perplexed as you fixed the collar of your top. “what’s wrong? and why did you just make me run a whole marathon?”

he hesitated, staring down at you with multiple thoughts running through his head. he tried to speak but only stuttered, only getting out one word.

"you-"

“did something happen, sun?” you were starting to get worried, your eyes softening. you gently held his hand again, trying to calm him. 

he stared down at the conjoined hands again, his breath speeding up.

and finally, he spoke, his voice awfully strained like he was trying to stop himself from speaking.

“make it clear that you don’t like me so i can move on.”

surprised, you gulped, at a loss for words. your heart sped up, feeling like it would explode out of your chest. the grip on his hand tightened as you gazed up at him with wide eyes. he stared back with dazed eyes, and his mouth pouted in anxiousness.

at that moment, the smug, confident sunwoo you knew was gone. instead, he looked... nervous and scared.

he noticed your prolonged silence. so, he sighed, defeated.

“i figured,” he whispered, beginning to turn around, letting go of your hand. but you quickly grabbed hold of his wrist this time, pulling him back.

but it seems that you might have overestimated your strength because he practically stumbled over his own feet from sheer force. in order to catch himself, he placed his hands on either side of your head on the wall, pinning you against it.

you gulped again, your eyes fluttering, almost making you forget what you were going to say. his face was so, so close to yours.

“i do like you, sunwoo,” you frowned. “i like you a lot. you’re a charming, attractive, cute person. and it’s taken me so long to realize that you are my ideal type.” you looked down, “but you know how much getting into a good college means for me. that’s why i’m a bit afrai-”

your words were cut off. sunwoo bent down, bringing your lips to his. you immediately closed your eyes, gasping into the kiss. your body froze at first but slowly melted into it, your heart turning into putty as you wrapped your arms around his neck. all your worries disappeared for a brief moment because the boy you had fallen in love with, was literally kissing you. he smiled against your lips, moving his hands down to your waist, bringing you closer to his body.

after a few more kisses, he pulled away.

you glared at him, playfully this time, “did you hear what i said?”

“nah,” he shrugged, pulling you against his chest into a tight hug. “you lost me after the ‘i do like you, sunwoo’ part.”

“but-”

he shushed you, pressing his finger to your lips. “no buts, we can work it out, my love. for now though, let me kiss you.”

you couldn’t help but comply, leaning into his touch as he kissed you again.

“i’ll always follow you,” he whispered, soothing your worries. “i’ll even go to the same college as you if that’s what it means to stay with you.”

you laughed, “are you confident that you’ll even get in?”

he nodded, his cocky personality coming back. he tilted his head attractively. “you will always be one point off, don’t forget that.”

“mhm,” you hummed, sarcastically. “we’ll see about that.” you grabbed his collar and yanked him down against your lips. you kissed him deeply, rendering him speechless and making his cheeks turn bright red.

it was his turn to pull away. he coughed embarrassed, slowly backing away. but you took hold of his hand once again, pulling him close.

"sun..." you giggled. "are you shy?"

"no! n-nothing like that."

"if you say so..."

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