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#but still it feels so refreshing. i feel like i started to enjoy the process more and don't really care about the result. finally
kthecutest · 7 months
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darlss,<33 your backkk I miss u tbh I was worried of what happened to you. and I have another req
legal line and how they tell you there needy!
so yah I don't know how to be more specific but love you darls<3
xoxo
-🤍anon
૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I'm sorry for making you worry! I've just been so busy with work I couldn't get any writing done for the past few days. Sorry for the inactivityyy (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Your requests are always so creative and amazing! Love you too! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Hope you'll enjoy this! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)
How &Team legal line tell you they’re needy˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚*
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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI
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K : Three words. Aggressive big puppy. He’s the loveliest boyfriend ever and treat you like a queen all the time but when he’s needy; he transitioned from a human to a wolf-in-heat, boi doesn’t know anything else than to pin you down to the nearest surface and run his face all over your body.
It’s a late afternoon, you’re on your way back to your room after having some refreshments. The house was quiet as expected; your boyfriend has promised you to not disturb you during work hours or short breaks so you were glad he was being obedient. But the thought was cut short when you were pinned straight to the hallway wall aggressively; your eyes forced open at the sudden attack and the figure towering above you. The boy staring down at you with hungry lustful eyes and without a single word starts kissing and biting at your neck – his thigh pressing right between your legs, up against your core; forcing whines and whimpers to elicit from your mouth. It seems you were too invested in the work all day, you’ve forgotten to give your poor puppy and his leaking cock some attention.
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Fuma : He leans more to the relaxed and reasonable side. He doesn’t just launch at you or becomes aggressive unless he’s way too horny to even keep his brain in-tact. He would come to you like a good boy, no shame too; since he thinks wanting you at certain times of the day is pretty normal to be open about – I mean you’re his girlfriend after all.
You were sat on the couch, scrolling some videos through your tablet. You weren’t particularly busy – but you just didn’t think your boyfriend would need you glued on him; and onto his dick. Within a moment of a few thuds of footsteps in the background, you could feel equal weights on your shoulders as your turned your gaze upwards to face his eyes glossed up in desperation. Tongue entering straight in between your lips, not giving you time to process nor make a move. His huge hands trailing slowly down your neck and cupping them, squeezing oh so lightly, cutting off your airways as he ate up the muffled moans eliciting from between your pre-occupied lips.
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Nicholas : We all know K and Nicho are literally the same breed – so it’s not a surprise he’s exactly just like K – except that even when he’s all worked up to the thought of you, he’ll still have his brain doing the proper thinking unlike K who is basically thinking with his dick at that point.
About 6.30 pm – you’re preparing dinner for you and your lovely boyfriend who has been awfully quiet the entire evening unlike his normal self. You just brushed it off, your stare shifting to the strawberry that had fallen off the kitchen counter. You bent down to the floor, picking it up; until you felt a figure stopping its steps right in front of you, towering above you – making you look up. Your eyes widen in shock, not at the person but at a really huge bulge, casting a shadow on your small face. Your boyfriend staring down at you with a lustful smirk, entangling his hands in your bun-ed up hair – pushing your face straight forward – to the point your nose was basically buried on his bulge.
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Ej : When this baby boy gets needy, omg please the whole room’s air will just switch up so fast. As harmless as he can be (and I’m talking he isn’t aggressive like his K hyung) but he will still eventually have his heat crawl up to your mind and to your core in the sweetest whiniest ways.
You could be laid comfortably on your bed, just reading a manga, bored out of your mind; when you felt the sudden weight on your entire body from on top. Before you could turn around to rule out the person, you could feel them sniffing and nuzzling their face and hair all over your neck. Whimpers and desperate whines flowed into your ear nonstop; it wasn’t long until it started to effect you as well, drawing out soft whimpers from you, your fingers unnoticeably gripping onto whatever fabric material nearby. The touches and sounds were hot to your skin; you hid your face in the pillow, revealing more of your nape allowing your obviously in-heat boyfriend to have his way with you.
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Yuma : When this kitty gets needy, he can get reallyyy aggressive. Not like in a way of pinning you down with immense strength (ahem- KNICHO) but in a way of he’ll do anything to get what he wants.
You’d be sat in front of your desk, books and scratched up notes scattered straight across the surface. The determination streak didn’t last long when you felt a set of hands in your inner thigh – making you look straight down – to see a figure underneath the desk. While in the comfort of your own home, you pretty much just stay in your panties and a bra-less shirt; so this pretty much gave direct access of your core to your horny boyfriend – who was now licking at the fabric like a needy kitty licking its bowl of milk. Your legs couldn’t help but to close from the electric shocks being sent through your body from each of his lick at your core; as you begged him to stop – the thought of studying slowly fading away from your pile of thoughts.
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Jo : Getting needy is a rather rare occasion for Jo since he’s always so chill and calm – surely is never the type to be the one to insist on that kind of stuff. But there are days when he’s got to catch his own release as well and when this happens he becomes absurdly quiet but clingy at the same time.
Yells could be heard throughout the bedroom, your hands moving aggressively on the keyboard and mouse Your raged complaints towards the teammates on the other side of the call were consoled quickly when you felt your boyfriend applies all his body heat right to your side and back, sticking to you – not a single sound – yet you could tell he was unusually clingy today. You just took note of it as him feeling a little clingy but you were proven wrong when you felt two fingers enter into your panties, poking at your clothed clit; slowly the fingers gliding against your folds. You let out a gasp quickly but before you could reach out to the mute button, he’d whisper in your ear telling you to just keep playing, well that is; if you can of course.
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lixiepixiedust · 2 months
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remake?
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pairing — idol!seungmin x f!reader
word count — 2.7k
warnings — she/her reader, so fluffy
summary — on a chilly winter morning, seungmin was scrolling on his phone when he was met with a picture of you two from last winter. longing filled his heart as he revisited that memory.
On a winter morning blanketed by flurries that had begun overnight, Seungmin planned to rest in the warmth of his home, away from the duties of work. His members did as well, finding themselves relaxing after all their effort. Meanwhile, Minho was whipping up waffles with his brand new waffle machine, while Jeongin and Felix lingered in their beds, engrossed in their phones instead of actually getting up.
Having enjoyed a refreshing morning shower, Seungmin settled onto the living room couch. He was casually flipping through his photo gallery, deleting a cluster of useless memes and screenshots, in order to tidy up some space that his phone desperately needed. His browsing suddenly came to a pause when he stumbled upon a picture from last winter.
He clicked on it to expand it, when he realised it showed a moment shared between him and you next to Han River. The snow was falling from the sky and it was fairly bright, similarly to the weather today. Your hands were gently resting on his shoulders as his encircled your waist like you two were about to start a ballroom dance.
As Seungmin looked at the picture, memories of that day flooded back. He remembered walking with you in Riverside Park, the snow crunching beneath his feet. The park looked magical with snow on the trees and the frozen river glistening. He could feel the warmth of your hand in his, hear your laughter as snow frosted your eyelashes.
"No, Seungmin, don't let go of my hand!" You cried out as you were slipping and sliding on the icy path.
"What if I do?" he teased, trying to steady himself as well.
"I'll be doomed! I'll die!" you exclaimed, fear evident in your voice.
"You won't die, Y/n. But if I trip, we'll both go down if you keep on holding me like this" he chuckled.
"But if it's me that trips, you'll catch me, right?" you asked hopefully.
With a playful grin, Seungmin replied, "No promises," his tone light but reassuring. "We'll be off the ice soon. Just try not to slip until then."
With a shaky nod, trying to trust in his words, you felt a sudden slip under your feet. With a yelp, you stumbled forward, but Seungmin swiftly linked his arm with yours, keeping you steady. Relief washed over you as you looked up at him, processing how quickly he had reacted to prevent you from falling.
His face was just only an inch from yours, and you couldn't help but smile at the realization that he had caught you, even though he had been joking about it moments before. Seungmin's eyes met yours, concern evident in his gaze as he asked, "Are you okay?"
You nodded, unable to find the words to express your thoughts in that moment. Seungmin stood up straight, now holding onto your waist for support as you both carefully made your way off the last few steps of the icy path and onto the grippy, firm snow.
With a grateful smile, you looked up at Seungmin, realizing just how lucky you were to have him by your side. And in that moment, surrounded by the winter beauty of the park, you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart that was a stark contrast to the weather.
As Seungmin pointed towards the frozen river, he said, "Look at the river, baby."
You followed his gaze and remarked, "It's all frozen."
Seungmin pondered aloud, "I wonder if we could walk` on it."
You shook your head, a hint of worry in your voice. "We could fall through," you cautioned.
Seungmin reassured you with a playful smile, "I'm only joking." Relieved, you let out a sigh.
You both walked with linked arms over to a gazebo nearby in which the roof was covered in snow. However, people were still sitting by it on the cold benches. Finding a spot beside it, you settled onto a bench together. It was a good bench with a good view, offering a clear view of the icy river.
With your hands in your pockets to shield them from the cold, Seungmin gently took them out. As he noticed how red they were, he breathed warm air onto them, causing you to smile at his sweet gesture. The warmth of his breath and his touch made the chilly winter day feel a lot warmer.
You then playfully declared, "Your turn!" Taking his hands in yours, you brought them close and breathed warm air onto them, just as he had done for you. Seungmin giggled as you then started to pepper light kisses on his hands. As you intertwined your fingers with his, a gentle smile graced your lips, and you leaned into him.
Seungmin followed suit, resting his head against yours. Together, you watched as children laughed and played in the snow, their joy infectious even from a distance. The scene was serene, with people strolling by, bundled up against the winter chill.
"I love you, Y/n," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you turned to him, meeting his gaze with love. "I love you too, Seungmin," you replied.
As you nestled closer together, the gentle snowfall creating a calming backdrop, a comfortable silence enveloped you. But soon, Seungmin broke the silence with a question. "What's your favorite winter memory?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
You pondered for a moment before a fond smile tugged at your lips. "I think it would be from when I was a child," you began, your voice laced with nostalgia. "My family used to take me to go ice skating on the frozen pond near our house. It was always such a magical experience, gliding across the ice under the twinkling stars. On a warmer day, I fell through the ice since it wasn't thick enough. I never went back after that."
"I'm sorry for joking about it, baby," he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity. "I didn't know."
You reached out to reassure him, offering a small smile. "It's okay, Seungmin," you replied, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. "Let's make new winter memories together," you said with a smile. "Starting with today."
Seungmin returned your smile. "I'd like that," he replied.
Your boyfriend then leaned in to kiss you, and you met him halfway, the warmth of his lips against yours sending a thrill through your body. You felt his grip on your hand tighten as you both leaned into each other, drawing closer until you were chest to chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing your own.
Pulling away slightly, you smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling with love. But before you could say anything, Seungmin leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a light, tender kiss.
As Seungmin savored the sweetness of the moment, he felt so free to be out on a date without any of his staff. It was one of the best things about winter—the flurries swirling around, everyone bundled up against the cold, creating a sense of privacy since no one bothered to look his way.
During other seasons, everything seemed to be out in the open, and everyone could recognize him as an idol. But in winter, it felt like no one was watching, and you two could just be a normal couple, free to be yourselves without any pressure or scrutiny.
Suddenly, Seungmin got an idea. "I wanna take a photo together," he exclaimed, his eyes bright with excitement.
"Sure!" you replied eagerly, matching his enthusiasm.
You both got up, and you ran ahead, feeling the snowflakes melt on your hand as Seungmin set up his phone on a ledge of the gazebo. He flipped the phone so the back camera was facing you, and then clicked on the timer.
As you stood waiting, watching the snowflakes dance around you, Seungmin dashed towards you, grabbing you by the waist. You smiled and placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.
But just as the photo was about to be taken, the phone slipped from the ledge and fell into the snow. You both pulled away, a sense of disappointment washing over you.
"Oh no," you murmured, seeing the phone had landed with the camera facing downwards, capturing only the snowy ground.
Seungmin sighed as he retrieved the phone, noticing snow had seeped into the speaker. But he quickly shrugged it off, determined to try again.
"It'll work this time," he reassured you with a grin.
You nodded, feeling hopeful as Seungmin set up the phone once more, this time with extra care. As he ran over to you, you both kept a careful eye on the phone, ensuring it didn't slip again. As he kissed you, you tried to recreate the pose from before, counting down from ten in your heads.
When you thought the picture had been taken, Seungmin ran over with a giddy smile, ready to check the result. Anticipation filled the air as he glanced at his phone, then his smile quickly faded into a frown.
"What happened?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.
"I think I forgot to change it to the back camera," Seungmin admitted, disappointment evident in his voice.
Stepping closer, you looked at the photo on his phone, seeing it captured the inside of the gazebo instead of the direction of the Han River.
Looking back at Seungmin, you could see the disappointment in his eyes. He sighed again, but then mustered a small smile. "Well, third time's the charm, right?" he said, trying to remain optimistic.
"Right," you agreed, nodding in agreement. But then an idea struck you. "Wait, Seungmin," you said, stopping him before he went to set up the phone again.
"Yeah?" he responded, turning to face you.
"Wanna ask someone to take it for us?" you suggested. "It's less of a hassle, and it'll turn out better."
Seungmin hesitated. "But won't people see me?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Well, it's not like everyone here could recognize you at first glance, right?" you pointed out, sticking close to him.
"Yeah, you're right," Seungmin agreed, feeling reassured.
"Let's see," you said, scanning the area. "What about that boy over there?" You pointed at a wealthy-looking teenager wearing headphones and a North Face puffer, chewing bubblegum while scrolling on his phone with a swagger to his walk.
Seungmin hesitated. "I don't know, he's a teenager, so he might know me. Plus, he looks like he's bad at taking photos."
"Okay, then," you conceded.
"What about the elderly lady there?" Seungmin pointed at a little old woman walking along the sidewalk with a cane and a scarf covering her whole face.
"I don't know," You replied. "I don't think we should bother her."
"True," He agreed, looking around for another option. Finally, you spotted your target—a dad walking hand in hand with a small girl who looked around 7 or 8 years old.
"What about him?" you suggested, tugging Seungmin towards the dad. "He's a dad, and dads don't know you."
"Are you sure?" Seungmin asked uncertainly.
"Yeah," you confirmed, taking Seungmin's phone and approaching the man with a smile. As you walked up to them, you noticed the dad smiling and laughing with his little girl. When they both looked your way, you greeted them politely.
"Hi, sir! Do you mind taking a photo of my boyfriend and me? We're having a bit of trouble," you explained, Seungmin standing behind you, following your lead.
The dad's face lit up with a smile. "Of course," he replied warmly, his little girl waving at you both. You waved back, and as Seungmin joined you, the girl's excitement seemed to double.
"Appa, he's one of the guys that my big sister on TV!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
The dad looked at Seungmin in surprise. "You know me?" Seungmin asked, touched by the girl's recognition.
She nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm infectious. Seungmin couldn't help but be charmed by her. Normally, he would've been panicked that someone recognized him. However, in this situation, he couldn't help but feel as if his heart was warming up.
Curious, the dad asked, "What do you do?"
"I work in music," Seungmin replied modestly.
The dad's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that's impressive! Even both my daughters know you," he remarked, impressed.
Seungmin thanked him sincerely, and you chuckled at the interaction between them.
As you handed Seungmin the phone, you both positioned yourselves by the Han River, with the dad following suit and the little girl holding onto her dad's pants, watching with eager anticipation. You leaned in close to Seungmin, whispering, "Kissing in front of the child?"
Seungmin lightly shook his head, a silent agreement passing between you. You nodded and positioned yourselves, your noses barely touching, sharing a tender moment as the dad readied the camera.
"Ready?" he asked, and you both nodded eagerly.
But as the dad counted down, a tickling sensation tingle at your noses, and you couldn't help but giggle. As the laughter bubbling up inside both of you, the dad snapped the photo.
"Okay, done!" he announced.
As you both rushed over to see the result, you gasped in amazement when you saw the photo. Excitedly, you showed it to Seungmin, who mirrored your gasp of delight.
"Thank you so much, it turned out so well," Seungmin expressed his gratitude to the dad.
"No problem, it was nice meeting you," he replied warmly. "Say bye," he instructed the little girl, who waved before they walked away.
Seungmin looked at you, noticing how you were staring at the phone in awe. "Lemme see it again," he requested, and as you handed him the phone, he smiled, "It's beautiful."
Seungmin held the phone, admiring the photo once more. In the image, your hands rested on his shoulders while his encircled your waist. Your noses were pressed together, laughter evident in your expressions. Flurries danced in the air, the Han River visible in the background, along with footsteps in the snow. It was a perfect snapshot of your love and joy in that moment.
"It's perfect," Seungmin said, smiling at you. "This moment, right here, it's everything."
You smiled back, feeling a rush of love for him. This photo would be a cherished memory for both of you.
Back in the present, Seungmin set his phone aside, the memories of that day still lingering in his mind. With a contented sigh, he leaned back on the couch, feeling grateful for the warmth of his home and the peacefulness of the moment.
Leaning against the glass, Seungmin sighed softly as he watched the snowflakes drift gracefully to the ground, each one uniquely intricate in its design. It was the kind of picturesque scene that made him wish he could capture another moment with you, just like the one from the previous winter day.
Lost in thought, he wondered what you might be doing at that very moment. Perhaps you were curled up with the book he had gifted you for your birthday, lost in its pages and escaping into another world. Or maybe you were nestled in your bed, the one he always found more comfortable than his own, enjoying a well-deserved rest. Then again, there was also the possibility that you were at your favorite café, diligently studying and savoring a warm beverage.
With a wistful smile, Seungmin imagined you in each scenario, his heart warmed by the mere thought of you. Despite the physical distance between you two, he found solace in knowing that, wherever you were, you were carrying a piece of him with you.
Feeling the weight of his longing, Seungmin couldn't resist the urge to reach out to you. With a soft smile playing on his lips, he unlocked his phone, finding the photo he had been obsessing over. As he sent it to you, a surge of anticipation bubbled within him, his heart racing at the mere thought of recreating that special moment together.
With fingers trembling ever so slightly, he typed out the simple yet loaded question: "Remake?" He hit send and then tossed his phone to the other side of the couch, like a teenage girl nervously sending her first text to her crush.
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echo-rambles · 5 months
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yours to keep
words: 1,728 tags: bang chan x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, kissing, attempt at humor. mentions of marriage. vague adhd!reader. notes: this is filled with nothing but fluff. tooth rotting fluff almost. I was feeling so incredibly soft for chan and I just had to get this out of my system. also the movie playing in the bg is absolutely kiki's delivery service.
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You’ve refreshed the same three social media apps at least four different times each, falling into an incredibly boring spiral of doom scrolling, before you remember that if you’re bored enough you always have a boyfriend you can bother. It’s one of your favorite activities actually. Because he’s such a good sport about it. 
Shifting closer to him on the couch, you perch your chin on his shoulder, pressing close. He immediately leans into your touch, making a small little noise at your proximity. It makes your heart melt a little. 
For a few moments you silently watch him work. Clicking about on his laptop, pulling up various recording and editing programs, adding in and taking out bits of audio. You wonder what the track sounds like, but Chan has his big headphones secured to his head, so all you can do right now is imagine. 
It’s not completely silent. There’s a Studio Ghibli movie playing in the background that neither of you are watching, volume low enough to be nothing but white noise because you kind of extremely hate when there’s long stretches of absolutely no noise. It’s this weird thing your brain does; where it sort of feels all fuzzy and prickly if things are quiet for too long. 
Gently, you push one side of his headphones away from the ear closest to you. “Baby.” 
Chan hums in acknowledgement, but his attention is still focused entirely on his laptop. 
You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so used to it by now. It’s kind of his job to be attached to it any second of the day that he’s not either preparing to perform or actively performing. Besides, you’re both sitting together and quietly enjoying each other's company while doing your own things and it’s kind of perfect. Except the thing you were working on has steadily lost your attention and now you want to ask your boyfriend a very important question. 
“On a scale of 1-10, how busy are you?” That’s not the question. It’s one of many lead up questions to accurately gauge how invested Chan is in his current project and how easy it will be to distract him. 
Another hum, and you watch his cursor rifle around in several different lists and menus. “Maybe a 6.7? Even 6 if I can find the specific snare I’m looking for in the next few minutes.” 
Below a 7 is promising. “So you can totally pause what you’re doing and give me like, five minutes?” 
Chan clicks around some more, and you recognize a little bit of what he’s doing. Going through the process of saving his progress before shutting his laptop entirely. “Actually, I can give you ten minutes.”
“You’re so generous.” You absolutely take that as your cue to crawl into his lap, taking the place of his computer as he places it somewhere safe off to the side. 
“I think I’ve been staring at the screen too long, my eyes are starting to rebel.” He groans, tipping his head back and scrubbing his palms over his face. 
Of course you still have that very important question to ask him, but he looks so soft and touchable and you really can’t help yourself. Moving his hands away, you lean in, pressing kisses to both of his cheeks, under each eye. To the tip of his nose, and even kissing his dimple when you feel him smile under your mouth. Using your hands to tilt his face, you kiss each side of his jaw. You move back up, placing a kiss to the curve of his forehead. 
Finally, finally, you kiss his mouth. He’s still smiling, but he kisses back happily. 
“Feel better?” 
He nods, eyes still closed. “I think your kisses might be magic.”
“Oh, they absolutely are.” You kiss him again simply because you can. It’s the sort of kiss that makes your bones all liquid and warm. A kiss you can feel in the roots of your teeth and the hinges of your jaw. It makes your stomach flutter, filled to the brim with colorful wings. 
It’s the type of kiss that almost makes you forget the question you wanted to ask him. 
“I actually have a very important question for you.” You declare, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders to try and keep him at arm's length. Lest you be drawn back into that mouth of his. 
Blinking up at you, breathing heavily and gaze a little dizzy, Chan nods. He mirrors the gesture, anchoring his hands at your hips. “Lay it on me, boss.” 
Settling into his lap, you try to ignore how stupidly wrecked he looks. You want to dive back in so badly, but you must stay strong, soldier. 
“If, for some unknown reason, you had to leave me to be with someone else, who would you choose?” 
That, at least, seems to sober him. Instead of looking soft and kiss-drunk, he comes back to himself, the gears behind his eyes starting to turn and grind together as he processes your insane question. 
You like to ask him things like this from time to time. Completely unprompted but thought provoking questions, because they really do feel important. You like to know these things. Not in a paranoid jealous sort of way. It’s all genuine curiosity. You just like to know.
“What kind of question is that? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve ever thought about leaving you, or being with anyone else.” 
“That is the sweetest sentiment and I need you to know I’m feeling very warm and mushy over it, but it’s also incredibly boring.” 
“Wow, ok. I don’t know! Who would you choose?” He tries to throw the question back at you, but you’re ready. Of course you are; why would you even ask the question without having an answer of your own? 
“Changbin.”
It makes Chan laugh. It knocks its way out of him, causing him to lean to the side just a little bit with the force of it. “No hesitation!”
“No hesitation needed. He’s Seo Changbin.” 
Chan is still laughing. Little giggles as he nods along to your declaration. His fingers press into your waist, slipping between the hem of your shirt and your sweatpants, skin seeking skin. 
He didn’t ask for an explanation, but you have one. Because of course you do. “He’s the type of guy who would probably introduce himself as my boyfriend. Like, he’s the famous one, but I’m not his girlfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Does that make sense?”
“I hate to agree, but it absolutely does.”
“Right! Unfortunately I’m stuck with you.” You ignore his breathy wow, drawn out as he tries his best to not laugh again. “Because you’re the only person who plays into my jokes in the exact way that I enjoy.” 
You make sure to punctuate your explanation with a pout and shrug, truly playing into being overdramatic. Teasing him because it’s fun and easy and all he really does is smile so wide at you. The things you would do for that smile. 
He leans forward, close enough to place a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before he’s settling back into his seat. “Aw, I love you too.”
“Yeah, I guess I’m stupidly in love with you. It’s whatever.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Though,” You start, thoughtfully. “If I had to choose someone to get drunk married to in Vegas, I’d 100% no questions asked, pick Lino.”
Chan leans forward once again, into your space. The tilt of his brow and the line of his mouth spell out genuine concern, and it makes your insides twist up for the briefest of seconds. “Wait, what? Not me? But babe, I want to drunk marry you in Vegas so bad.” 
Ok, that makes you laugh. The weird little guilty knot immediately dissolves at his incredulous tone. “Absolutely not! We’re never getting drunk married in Vegas by some celebrity impersonator. Are you crazy?”
Well now he’s frowning. It makes you want to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go. Tuck him away safely in a spot behind your ribs, where no one can get to him and nothing can hurt him.
You’re smaller than him, not only because you’re shorter by a good few inches, but also in sheer mass and bulk. But you’d try your best. It’s probably a little morbid, and he’d absolutely give you a look if you ever mentioned it out loud. But it’s true nonetheless. 
You’d crack yourself open and rearrange everything if it meant you could fit him perfectly in the space next to your heart. 
Cradling his face in your hands, you make sure that he’s listening, tipping your head to meet his eyes and smoothing your thumb along the swell of his bottom lip. “We’d get sober married, on a beach or something, by one of our very good friends that got their license online!” 
Without missing a beat, Chan is nodding. “Seungmin.” 
“No question. He’d show up with a print out certificate from Ordained.com that he managed to get the night before.”
Chan’s eyes disappear as he laughs, and you press both of your thumbs into the apples of his cheeks as his smile transforms his face. There’s always something about the way Chan smiles that is contagious. Without fail you can’t help but smile too, scrunching up your nose and feeling your heart overflow with love. 
The things you would do for that smile. 
“Hold on. Did you just propose to me?” Chan asks, once his laughter has trickled off into intermittent giggling. You’re still holding his face, and his fingers have fully migrated up under your top to spread out along our back. 
You scoff, shaking your head. “No. We’re too young and you’re too busy for us to be married. Hell no. If anything I pre-proposed to you.”
“Aw, well I accept.”
“Good. We’d have a problem if you didn’t.” 
It’s his turn to pull you into a kiss. Both of your smiles pressing against each other. 
The credits of the movie neither of you were watching have started rolling, the familiar music washing over the both of you, and you could really spend the rest of the night here with him. The rest of the weekend. Maybe even the rest of your lives, some day.
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conchcronch · 2 months
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Sword Swallower - Part 1
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LA!BuggyxYou
You and Buggy have been close friends for years, never crossing an unspoken boundary, that is, until the alcohol is flowing and Buggy is feeling sorry for himself.
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The cool sea air guides the Big Top across the waves as the party rages on. A raid as successful as today’s deserves a real celebration. Everyone is clinking steins, merrily singing sea shanties as they drunkenly attempt to dance and not tip over. You carefully let the silver sword slide down your throat, hearing your fellow crew mates rally until the hilt is on either side of your mouth, the cold metal feeling refreshing against your chapped lips. You turn so your back is facing the audience before slowly bending backwards as you had done a thousand times. Expecting a certain Captain to be standing there waiting to pull the sword from your gullet, but to your surprise he isn’t there. Someone quickly takes the opportunity, pulling the sword from your mouth and showing it off drunkenly. You spot him, standing at the back of the ship, staring into the dark water, paying your performance no mind.
“You didn’t even see my performance,” You bound over, hopping off the makeshift stage and through the crowd of your crew mates until he looks up at you for half a second, “I was going to let you pull the sword out, you love that.” He’s very uncharacteristically staring off into the dark waters, away from everyone. He takes a long gulp of his beer, barely acknowledging you.
“Sorry Doll,” He swirls his drink, staring into the dark ale as if it had the answers to every one of his questions.
“You okay, you never miss out on our performances.” You nudge him with your hip before standing next to him, looking out at the water with him. Standing so close your shoulders are touching the brocade fabric of his worn coat.
“Still no map.”
“We’ll find it Bugs, but other than that it was a pretty successful raid.” You spin around to face him, arching your back over the railing of the ship, enjoying the breeze against your alcohol warmed cheeks.
“I don’t care about all this,” he vaguely waves his hand in the direction of the party, “I just want my fuckin’ map.” He angrily tosses his stein into the black waters before crossing his arms and huffing out a sigh.
You lean forward, pressing a hand to his forehead, then bringing your other to his cheek, feigning concern, only muttering a ‘hm’ every so often to upkeep the ruse.
“What are you doing,” he finally asks.
“Checking to see if you have a fever, because the great captain Buggy would never say he didn’t care about treasure unless he was knocking on death’s door.” You smile at him when he rolls his eyes. Your hand slips from his forehead to rest on his cheek, feeling his stubble scratch against your hand. “We’ll find it, I know it.” He can’t take his eyes off you. Enamored by the way your bouncy curls frame your face perfectly. The curls you had worked on for an hour while sitting on the ground in front of the full length mirror in his quarters.
His eyes slip down your form, taking in your black baby doll dress, your black and white striped thigh highs that he had suggested and the clunky boots that had seen better days. “Wanna’ know how I know?” He huffs a laugh before dryly saying,
“Sure.”
“Because you’re the genius jester, Buggy the Clown!” You lean in close, the alcohol causing you to forget where you are as you press a kiss to his nose. Something you had done many times in private when he needed extra reassurance. As you pull back you can see his eyes are hooded, clearly not caring about the crew celebrating behind you.
Before your alcohol fogged brain can process it, he pulls you into a kiss. He balls the back of your dress in his hands as you’re flush against him. Your hands are trapped between your chests, grabbing onto his vest. His mouth tastes like ale and you know your’s probably tastes the same.
As quickly as it started he’s pushing you back, the sound of the crew whistling and yelling at the two of you feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over you. “Just fuck already!” Was the only quip you caught as he wipes his mouth on the arm of his coat and plasters on his practiced grin, makeup smudged.
“Thanks for the practice, Sweets! You’ll get there, keep at it!” He walks backwards towards the door leading to his private quarters. He turns on his heel and you can feel the twisting burn of rejection hot in your gut.
Everyone goes back to their conversations and partying and you feel as though someone flipped the spotlight off at the end of the show and you’re left alone center stage. Heavy footsteps pull you out of your thoughts just long enough to see Cabaji, arm outstretched with a pint. You grab it, knocking it back in one go, sucking air in through your teeth. You never liked beer, but it feels like the searing feel of rejection is temporarily cooled by the amber liquid.
“Another,” You say, following Cabaji through the freaks towards the keg that had been brought aboard.
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I would absolutely love to hear your schpeel about how LR handle emotions ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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(Shiooooooooooooot thank ya'll ahhhH ((I hope u enjoyed the manga ahhhhhhhh)))
(Oh jeeze I struggled with picking out where to start with this- but yeh here's some of my THots and Interpralations- Spoilers!))
I guess comparatively it's interesting how differently LR deal with heavy emotions- Livio when he's allowed to be his true self is very in touch with his feelings while also being very receptive of other's emotions (A double edged sword- making him empathetic/sympathetic and good with children, but also hypersensitive to negativity geared towards him, which causes him false senses of rejection)
NGL I find it refreshing having a masculine character be a leaky faucet and it's not portrayed as a running joke- I can only imagine how much conditioning it took for Chapel to instill on L for him to bottle his emotions up so much to the point he behaved more like a machine than a person, with Livio trying his best to remain in Chapel's good standings (So much so it still has an effect on how Livio perceives himself, less of a man and moreso a tool). I can also only imagine how exhausting it must've been to have Chapel constantly analyzing and commenting on L's behavior, even the smallest things like a change in his breathing- So it must've been incredibly liberating when he was allowed to cry for the first time in who-knows-how-long with nobody judging him during his first supper with Vash
I like with his little bit of character growth he's able to reach out to R to let him know that he understood that he'd relied on R too much, the result being that L had ended up treating them both poorly- indicative that he can be open and deep with others (albeit maybe not at the best of times lololol)
That being said- Razlo does a terrible job with handling his own emotions and even admits that he is no good when it comes to having deep discussions- I tend to think that he is made incredibly uncomfortable by being upset/sad, and is someone who is very difficult to console or comfort, as when he's made upset its a big outburst of emotions boiling over- borderline being a temper-tantrum
Tend to also think that he also has a very difficult time with processing with feelings of love/joy geared towards him from others, as its not something he's ever really experienced growing up with others- but tends to constantly seek validation anyways despite being unable to interpolate it very well
What's neat tho even with his very brief appearances in the manga that even as a very aggressive character we can see that he's got a broad range, more than capable of being at the very least sympathetic (ie w/ WW getting his ass beat for a bit) and is very very very lonely-
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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 5
a/n: hello!! i have a treat for u guys... so i know i said i don't really write smut but i felt like this story just needed it- this is my first time writing smut and it might lowkey suck. i hope it's good, i tried really hard but DAMN writing smut is not for the weak. props to you writers that do it so much better. anyways this part is kinda long BUTTT very juicy. please enjoy and leave a comment to tell me what you think or if you would like to be added to the taglist! also started posting this series on my ao3, it's the same as my tumblr username!
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You wake up to someone saying your name and shaking you. “Wake up,” You realize it’s Venetia. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the warm golden light of your bedroom. 
“What?” Your voice comes out weak and hoarse. “Oh, thank God. I was worried about you,” She rubs your back and you groan, rolling over and shoving your face into the sheets.
“Where did you disappear to last night? All I remember is you and Farleigh going upstairs—” She stops in the middle of her sentence like she is just processing what she said. “Wait- did you and Farleigh-” 
“No! No, no, no.” You shake your head aggressively. You rack your brain to recall last night’s events. You remember drinking a lot of alcohol, making out with Farleigh, and then throwing up shortly afterwards. 
“Did you drink too much?” Venetia asks, her hand still on your back. “No…” You attempt to lie but you know it’s useless. 
You can’t hide your physical appearance, the sign that you obviously fell asleep drunk last night. You had slept in your dress, makeup was smudged all over your face and on the pillows of your bed, and your hair was tangled, the little butterfly clips that were once in it scattered around your bed. 
“Babes. Sit up, you need to drink some water.” She stands up and goes into your bathroom. You hear the faucet running as you slowly sit up, and your brain feels like it’s rolling around in your head.
“Oww,” You wince at the throbbing headache and adjust yourself, leaning against the headboard. Venetia returns and hands you a glass of water. You take it and hold it with both hands, not trusting your unstable grasp. You take a sip, letting the cool water refresh your dry throat.
“Haven’t seen Farleigh since last night either, come to think of it,” She remarks, watching you take little sips of the water. “Felix took a liking to Sadie. And you know, no one can deny Felix, so… you can guess how that went,” She chuckles to herself.
You pause and look at her. “Like, Sadie as in the one Elspeth was trying to set Farleigh up with?” You ask. Venetia nods. “Yep. Felix just can’t keep himself away from girls.” She tuts and shakes her head.
“Farleigh didn’t like her anyway,” You mutter. “I figured.” She looks at you strangely, like she’s trying to figure you out, or figure something out.
“You two seem a lot closer lately.” She raises an eyebrow. “No.” You immediately reply. She giggles at your quick response. “What? It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” She says.
“It is a bad thing.” You sigh and shake your head. Venetia narrows her eyes at you suspiciously before leaning back, deciding not to press you any further.
“What can I get you? Some painkillers?” She asks. “Yes, please.” You nod gratefully and she climbs off of your bed, heading out of your room.
You stare at the wall, thinking about last night. You didn’t want to think about it, but your mind kept going back to it. Although you were drunk and your brain was hazy, you can still remember it so clearly. The way his big hands felt so perfectly on your hips, the way he kissed your neck, the way you felt while you were underneath him. The way he made you feel. Your stomach flips as you press your thighs together, suddenly feeling warmth creep onto your face.
When Venetia returns, she refills your glass of water and hands you some pills to take. As you tip your head back to swallow the painkillers, you hear her gasp softly.
“Are those hickeys? On your neck?” You freeze and your heart drops. “Shit,” You curse under your breath. You knew there would be marks but you seemed to forget by the time you woke up.
“Oh my God,” Venetia laughs and playfully pushes you. Your face grows even more red and you glance down to avoid her gaze. “I fucking knew it,” She giggles with satisfaction and you let out an annoyed sigh.
“Please don’t go telling everyone. I don’t even know how it all happened,” You pinch the space between your eyes while closing them. “You know I won’t tell. I’m the best secret keeper around,” She nudges you softly.
“Just because we made out does not mean we’re anything,” You explain to her as if you’re trying to justify a crime. But deep down, some part of you wishes that wasn’t true. You want to at least be something to him. “We were just drunk.” Just drunk, you thought.
You manage to clean up your appearance and cover the bruises on your neck with lots of makeup. You walk downstairs to get some breakfast, maybe some toast or something to take it easy on your stomach.
You walk into the dining room and see Farleigh seated at his usual spot. After a brief moment of eye contact, you immediately drop your gaze to the floor and turn to walk to the buffet of fruit and pastries. You grab a plate and begin assembling your meal. You pause when you hear someone standing up from a chair and footsteps behind you.
Quickly, you turn around to see Farleigh walking out of the room. You watch him leave, confused by his sudden exit. You shrug and turn back to your breakfast, carrying your plate over to the table and sitting down.
You are enjoying the nice moment of peace and quiet as you take small bites of your croissant, until Felix walks in and stands on the other side of the table, looking down at you.
“Hey. Can we talk? Please?” He asks, sitting down in the chair across from you. You nod and take a drink of water.
“I’m sorry. I know Farleigh has told you things I have said. I don’t know if he’s making things up or telling the truth, but I’m sorry either way.” He says, twiddling his thumbs nervously.
“I forgive you, but why would you say those things if you didn’t mean them?” You reply, trying to find compassion for him while also trying to understand his mind. “I’m not sure. I just say dumb things sometimes, mate.”
Although this seemed like a half-assed apology and you were reluctant to accept it, you wanted things to go back to normal with Felix, or as normal as they could be, especially since you have to deal with him the rest of the summer. You want to enjoy every summer at Saltburn you have left before you graduate and move on with your life. But your thoughts still linger on why Felix treated you like some stray dog off the street during your argument a few days ago, and if he meant everything he said.
“Okay.” You nod and he grins. “Friends?” He holds out his hand for you to shake across the table. You lean forward and reach out, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “Friends.” You repeat.
Dinner that night feels different. Farleigh is quieter than usual, not interjecting with his little comments or jabs. He doesn’t even glance in your direction, even though you try staring him down multiple times. His eyes are glued to the table, or off to the side somewhere else. He’s been avoiding you all day, icing you out.
“How did you and Sadie get along, Farleigh?” Elspeth suddenly asks. Farleigh shrugs. “Alright,” He says simply. Elspeth tilts her head slightly and looks back down to her plate, a puzzled look on her face.
Venetia clears her throat. “I think Sadie and Felix got along especially well.” Felix coughs suddenly. “Venetia,” He mutters. She smirks, and you laugh quietly.
One evening, you walk downstairs to look for Venetia. It’s been three painful days of Farleigh ignoring and avoiding you. You can’t lie, you miss his company, as much as it pains you to admit it.
You find Farleigh sitting on the couch in the lounge room, reading a book. Now’s your chance. He can’t avoid you now.
You approach the couch and sit down next to him. He stiffens before standing up, placing the book on the arm of the couch, and walking out of the room. What the fuck? 
No, no. You can’t stand him ignoring you. It’s making your blood boil, that familiar feeling returning. Your anger towards him overcomes your senses.
You stand up and race after him, passing through the study, surrounded by tall, dark shelves of dusty old classics. You reach out and grab his wrist, forcing him to turn around. His cold and dark eyes pierce into you, and you can feel the tension already building. 
“Why are you avoiding me?” You ask, your voice coming out harsher than you expected. 
“Avoiding you?” He raises an eyebrow and acts clueless. Of course, he’s playing dumb. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He puts on a look of confusion, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Bullshit. You haven’t talked to me for three days. You left me that night when I was literally throwing up,” Your voice seethes with anger. He tilts his head, only now realizing you are alluding to the other night’s events.
“I was drunk. We both were.”  He says. He steps forward, towering over you. “It didn’t mean anything. Don’t be an idiot,” He lowers his voice and his tone is condescending.
“Don’t do that. I know you felt it, too.” You say, lowering your own voice. You tighten your fingers around his wrist and stare deep into his eyes, searching for something, anything.
He pauses and stares right back at you. For a moment, everything is still. Until he rips his arm from your grasp and steps away.
“Felt what?” He asks, his voice cold. “Fuck you,” You whisper through gritted teeth, feeling angry because you know he’s bluffing.
“Oh yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He replies teasingly, tilting his head with a slight smirk, showing his teeth.
You look away, clearly flustered and your face becomes hot. You aren’t sure what to say as you stare down at the floor. Before you know it he’s stepping back up to you and grabbing your wrist, pulling you close to him almost too quickly. You almost trip on your own feet as he effortlessly grabs you.
He leans down, his eyes flickering from your lips back to your own. You take the hint and stand on the tips of your toes to meet his height, tilting your head as your noses brush together. There’s only a millisecond of hesitation before he’s kissing you in the same way he did a few nights ago, like he’s making up for lost time.
His arms wrap around you hurriedly, desperately, as if you were trying to get away from him. Which you definitely weren’t. You place your hands on his chest to ground you as you both stumble backwards before your back hits one of the bookshelves.
You gasp for air and you hear Farleigh breathing heavily after he pulls away, but only for a brief second. His eyes are clouded with lust, his pupils blown wide, the black almost overtaking the beautiful brown rings around them.
His lips are on yours again, his body pinning you to the bookshelf. You reach your arms up to his broad shoulders as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth. Your eyes flutter with delight as you melt into the kiss, feeling his hands travel down to your lower back, and then your hips.
You feel his hand slip under your sundress and grab your thigh, pushing your leg up and to the side, giving some distance between your legs. He nudges his knee right in that spot, softly grinding it against you.
He pulls away to watch your reaction, biting his bottom lip as your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly and a soft moan escapes you. “Farleigh,” You gasp, your breath short as your hands grasp onto his shoulders.
“Hmm?” He mutters, tilting his head down to kiss your neck. Your neck is still sensitive from the bruises he had left last night, but you don’t care. Your mind can only seem to focus on the ache between your legs, your body practically screaming for him.
“Please,” You whisper, although you aren’t sure what you’re begging for. But he seems to know exactly what you want. He moves his knee slightly, still keeping your leg up, and the hand that was hooked under your thigh is now hiking your dress up for easier access. His fingers dance along your inner thigh and eventually, he’s pushing your panties to the side and your breath catches in your throat as you feel his finger dipping into your wet folds without warning.
He seems to groan in response to how soaked you are, and you would normally be embarrassed, but you’re too turned on at the moment to care. Your eyebrows draw upwards and your mouth falls open as his thumb nudges at your clit, tracing agonizingly slow circles. All you can do is whimper in response as he teases you, your knees feeling so weak, like you could fall over at any minute.
Suddenly, one of his long fingers is pushing deep into the heat of your cunt, pulling a short moan out of you as your head falls forward, your forehead resting on his chest. Your walls stretch around his digit and he groans again. “So tight,” He mutters, that alone almost causing your knees to give out. Not long after, he adds a second finger, his thumb still rubbing your clit at a slightly faster pace. You can feel that familiar heat building up in your lower stomach already, causing your heart to race even faster.
You begin to grind against his hand, rolling your hips mindlessly at the tempo he set for the both of you. You swear you hear him moan, his other hand’s grip on your waist tightening to keep you in place. He seems to be enjoying this just as much as you are, his fingers curling and gliding inside of you so delightfully. His fingertips brush up against that heavenly, spongy spot inside of you that you had never been able to reach on your own, causing your jaw to go slack.
“Shit- Right there,” You grip his shoulders even harder, your head lolling back. “Yeah?” He responds, his voice deep and raspy. You nod senselessly, and his fingers continue going deeper, determined to give you that pleasure you were chasing after. It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin to tear up as his fingers glide against that spot, over and over. You feel the white hot pleasure building and building, like a coil threatening to unravel at any moment. “Far-” You manage to choke out as if to warn him.
“Look at me,” Farleigh demands, and you don’t know if you can. Your head is tilted back and your eyes are fluttering, gazing up at the ceiling. “I can’t-” You shake your head as his fingers continue working on you, your chest heaving up and down. You want to feel that euphoric relief but you don’t want the moment to end either, but it feels so good that it almost starts to hurt.
He grabs your chin and tilts your head down so that you are forced to look right at him. Your eyes are glazed over and half-lidded, your lashes wet from your tears. “Such a slut. So easy to please,” He mutters, dragging his thumb down your swollen bottom lip. “I need– Can’t-” You whimper, apparently unable to form coherent sentences as you feel your climax approaching. “Need what, baby?” He asks tauntingly, and with one final stroke on your clit, you’re gone.
Your whole body tightens and stills, the pleasure racking through you. Your eyes roll back and you claw at his shoulders desperately as he helps you ride it out. When your eyes return to him, he has an almost pained expression on his face as he watches you come undone. He moans and lets go of your chin, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You lick the tears that built at the corners of your lips, your body going limp as you breathe heavily due to the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, letting your dress fall back down over your legs. He takes the smallest step away from you, and you can finally raise your head enough to look up at him. His gaze bores into yours as he puts those two fingers into his mouth, tasting you, swirling his tongue over them. You can’t seem to look away. You’re fascinated by his dedication.
“See you in the morning,” His arms return to his sides and he grins smugly, turning to walk out of the study. You stand there in shock, not sure what to do with yourself. What the hell just happened? Your legs are still shaking as you flatten your dress with trembling hands. 
2 YEARS EARLIER
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, pulling your hair forward to fall over your shoulders. You spun around, observing the outfit that your roommate, Lola, had put together for you. A short, denim skirt with a cropped black top with some band’s name on it. It was simple but cute. 
“You look so good,” Lola stepped up behind you and grinned at your appearance. “I think I did a great job.” She nodded and slapped you on the ass. “You did. It was all you,” You told her, leaning forward to flick a remnant of mascara off your face.
You had gotten all dressed up to go clubbing with Lola. It took loads of convincing, but eventually, you agreed. In about a month or two, you would have to start revising for exams, and you wanted to get good scores. So, this was kind of your last chance to go out, have a good time, stay up late, drink, and party until you forget about your stress.
“Wait, do my extensions look alright? My sister bought them for me. She told me they were trending,” You turned around to examine her hair. She had put a few clip-in pink hair extensions to contrast her dark brown hair. “They look great.” You said. She smiled at you before turning around. “Let’s get going then,” She grabbed her purse and you followed suit, trying not to trip in your chunky platform boots.
Almost everyone you knew from Oxford was at that club. It was the closest one to campus, after all. Felix waved you and Lola over to the bar.
“So, Lola, how’s second term going for you?” Felix asked, sliding her a tall glass of beer. She shrugged, taking the beer and tasting the foam at the top. “Good. Can’t complain,” She grinned. “Same here. Just can’t wait for exams,” He remarked sarcastically.
“Oh, yeah. So excited,” You joined in, and you all chuckled. “Well, I’m going to the loo.” Lola nudged you and you turned to her. “C’mon,” She muttered. “Oh- Okay,” Felix watched you two walk off to the bathroom.
There was a line for the toilets, but instead Lola brought you to the side. “I don’t actually need to go. I just… have a question,” She had some kind of mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “What’s up?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s about Felix. Is he single?” You groaned and facepalmed. “Lola. We’ve been over this.” Lola had an intense crush on Felix ever since you introduced them to each other. You told her that it would make things awkward if they dated, considering they were both your best friends, but she never seemed to give up on her dream.
“Well, is he?” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I don’t know. He’s not really one to… settle down. He gets with a different girl, like, every other night.” You shrugged helplessly. Lola bit her lip, considering her options.
“If you are wanting a serious relationship with him, good luck.” You shook your head. Lola raised her eyebrows. “So, what about just a shag?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “I mean, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 
“Okay. What should I say?” Lola chewed on her nail nervously. “Uhh, just… Flirt, I guess.” You shrugged. She groaned. “You are absolutely no help.” She pat you on the shoulder before spinning on her heel and walking back out into the club and towards the bar again. “Good luck!” You shouted after her, but you don’t think she heard you. 
Great. Now you were on your own. You sighed and walked out of the bathroom, shoving past groups of girls and loud men. You headed over to the lounge area, where many people sat on the velvet couches, smoking, playing drinking games, or full on making out.
You recognized one of the people in the corner. Farleigh. He was heavily making out with someone, almost grinding on them. It was most likely Sasha, you thought. But no, the other person was too tall to be Sasha. You squinted and walked a bit closer. Joshua?!
Farleigh was making out with Joshua Brown. “The fuck?” You muttered under your breath. You thought Joshua was straight. I mean, he liked girls so much, it never would have crossed your mind that he would be into men.
You wondered if you should tell Sasha about this… situation. You knew she was here tonight, you saw her earlier shaking ass on the dancefloor. And you could have sworn Farleigh was right next to her. Oh well. You wanted an excuse to snitch on Farleigh.
You backed away and walked speedily to the dancefloor, searching for Sasha. “Have you seen Sasha?” You asked a random girl. She shook her head.
You moved through the throng of students and eventually saw her. She was standing towards the edge of the dancefloor, speaking to one of her girl friends, nodding enthusiastically.
“Sasha!” You jogged over to her and paused to catch your breath. She looked you up and down like she was trying to recognize you. “Uhhh..” She trailed off, glancing to her friend. Her friend shook her head, as if to say, ‘I don’t know her either.’
“I know you don’t know me. Well, maybe you do and you just forgot, but-” You paused, realizing you sound stupid. “Anyways. I just wanted to ask if you were aware that Farleigh and Joshua Brown are making out right now…?” 
She stared at you like you just spoke a different language. Then, she finally seemed to process what you said. “What? Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked over to her friend once again. You nodded. “Sorry.” 
“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. Where exactly was this happening?” She asked, and you could tell she was mad. You could feel the rage radiating from her.
“Over by the lounge,” You told her, pointing to the opposite side of the club where you had just come from. She nodded and grabbed her friend’s hand. “Let’s go get this dumb bitch,” Sasha told her.
“Yikes,” You whispered, watching them storm off together. You kind of wanted to see Farleigh get his ass handed to him, so you followed far behind them.
They were still all over each other by the time Sasha and her friend reached them. “Hey, what the fuck?!” Sasha yelled, earning a few glances from some innocent bystanders. Farleigh froze and pushed Joshua off of him. “Shit. Hey, Sasha.” He stood there awkwardly.
Sasha stepped up to him and slapped him across the face. “Are you a fucking idiot? You asshole! Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?” Farleigh’s eyes widened as he stared down at her, completely at a stand still.
“You fucking cheater,” Her voice seethed with anger. “What, have you two already shagged?” She pointed to Joshua. Joshua just stood there, eyes wide and face flushed with embarrassment. “No, we haven’t.” Farleigh replied. “And it’s not cheating. We were just-” 
“Shut the fuck up.” She raised her finger at Farleigh. “Sasha, baby, please.” He opened his arms and she shook her head. “No. You’re probably high. I can smell the fucking weed on you,”
Farleigh’s eyes trailed from Sasha over to you. His eyes narrowed and it’s like he knew immediately that you were the one who snitched on him. You lowered your gaze to the floor and stepped back before turning and walking away.
Later that night, you sat with Joshua in his dorm, consoling him as he cried. Lola had texted you to inform you that she and Felix were going back to his place. You guessed she was successful after all. You held him as his shoulders shook, feeling his tears falling onto your shirt. 
“I feel awful. Sasha didn’t deserve that,” He looked up at you and you nodded. “I know. Listen, they’ll be back together in no time. Trust me.” You pat his head. “And now everyone thinks I’m gay,” He sobbed.
“Well.. are you?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. He shrugged. “I’ve just always thought Farleigh was so hot and tonight… well, he gave me some weed and then he kissed me. How could I say no?”
Oh. It made so much sense now. Joshua was always talking about Farleigh, how he was good with both girls and boys, and his skills. You thought maybe he had been jealous, but all along, he just had a crush on him.
“Damn. It’s okay. It may… take some time to figure things out, you know?” You rubbed his back and he sniffled. 
You stayed the night at Joshua’s. It was already too late for you to return back to your own dorm, and you didn’t even have the key to your room. Lola did, and you knew she wasn’t there. He fell asleep with his head on your lap, so you had no choice but to lean back and try to get some sleep, despite the uncomfortable position you were in.
To no surprise, you heard Sasha and Farleigh fucking during the early hours of the morning. You knew their relationship was so fucked that Farleigh cheating wouldn’t change anything. Sasha pretended to be angry, but she loved him too much to break up with him. So instead, they just fucked.
You sat there and stared at the wall, wondering if Farleigh was the problem or if Sasha was. Sasha was psychotic, but Farleigh was the one making out with someone else. Maybe Sasha gave him a pass because he was high. Either way, you figured they were very dysfunctional. But why were you so invested in trying to figure them out, or rather, figure him out? You decided to think about that question in the morning as you drifted off to sleep.
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Just thought about Ghost learning to enjoy small things (mostly food) in his life through coffee.
//Fluff
So here is the idea:
Ghost always preferred tea over coffee.
Tea was something soothing and calming, something he could drink to fall asleep easier. He enjoyed the taste which was kind of herbal and pleasant on his tongue. Even the process of making it, the routine of waiting for the tea leaves to do their magic, pouring just a bit of milk, waiting for the tea to cool off just a bit so it didn't burn his lips.
Tea was a luxury, something he did because he wanted to, but he also did it rarely for the exact same reason. He rarely felt the need to satisfy himself with things he just simply enjoy.
Coffee on the other hand was a necessity. Something he had to pour into himself usually boiling hot and straight out of the kettle. The beverage was bitter and heavy on his pallet, almost nauseating and leaving this awful aftertaste in his mouth.
But it was necessary for him to drink it. He needed it to wake up and get through the day after a night of terrors.
He for a long time didn't understand how Soap could enjoy this.
But then he noticed Soap making his coffee every morning.
Taking his time every morning.
Sometimes adding various syrups
chocolate,
ice,
and whipped cream.
Ghost at some points doubted if Soap was for sure still drinking coffee.
But he was curious, so one morning he asked Soap to make him a cup too.
And he was surprised when Johnny asked him "With what Lt?".
And Ghost realized that he had no idea what he actually enjoyed. He never paid attention to those things, he never actually bought anything for himself 'just because he thought he would like it' except tea.
So he told Soap to surprise him. And he actually did.
Because when Soap's coffee wasn't even close to his tea, he did enjoy it.
It was sweet, creamy and cool- maybe even refreshing.
So he began to ask Soap for coffee every morning. And with time he developed a taste for things. An enjoyment for a chocolate latte with whipped cream and brown sugar sprinkled on top.
Yes, it was atrocious and probably shouldn't even be called a coffee. But he liked it.
And he noticed that Johnny started to serve him small snacks with his latte.
Some he despised, some he liked and some became his absolute favourite. Soap would always get him more of those which made Ghost mutter in approval or close his eyes in enjoyment.
Soon Soap could vaguely say which snacks Ghost would enjoy.
They learned Ghost likes milk chocolate but not dark chocolate. He didn't like gummies and banana-flavoured things- it tastes artificial.
Soap cringed when he bought some liquorice candy for Ghost, just to fuck with him a bit just to realize that the bastard actually loved that black excuse of a candy.
But what was nice was the fact that when they were both on supply runs, Ghost began to... kind of look longer at things at the store. He never actually took those things himself- but Soap was always sure to snatch those things and put them in their cart.
Ghost silently appreciated that.
It was a long road for Ghost to learn that he can have nice things just because he feels like it.
But one special day in a grocery store, when he and Soap were already heading to check out. Ghost stopped and grabbed a pack of marshmallows and before he put it in the cart he looked at Soap like he would be denied this sweet snack.
But Soap only smiled at him.
"Didn't know you like marshmallows, Lt."
"I don't know if I do... I never had them."
"Well, it's a great time to try!"
And Soap smiled the whole way to base because Ghost finally wanted something for himself.
I don't know what I mean by that, I just kind of went with the flow. Sometimes I Just get the urge to write about those two, you know?
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garrison-girl-08 · 7 months
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Back To The Start
Part 11- Previous parts here
Pairing- Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader - This is a twist on my Blind Date story. You will need to read previous parts.
Minors beware - Sexual themes and Violence. This story is marked mature and has very dark themes.
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"Shit, shit, shit," you mumbled to yourself. Pacing the bedroom, it hadn't even crossed your mind. Sex, hadn't crossed your mind. You felt... well.. still…. Still what? The bathroom door opening, stopped your mind from spiralling out of control.
Turning, you walked to the window. Too embarrassed, way too embarrassed to face him. What must he think of you? He had needs too. Selfish, you had been selfish. You would just have to sleep with him.
He might leave you if you didn’t. Might find someone else.
"Stop it, Y/n," his voice said lowly, his strong hands resting on your shoulders. With a comforting squeeze. "Don't get inside your head, ey. Don't do it to yourself, please baby,"
Wrapping his arms around you, his head rested on your shoulder.
"I should have been thinking about the fucking weather, eh?" he asked, trying to break the ice. It was probably a good thing, he wasn't sleeping next to you. He had been waking up with a boner, most nights.
And you laughed then, really laughed. Like it felt you hadn't done, for so long. Tommy chuckled with you, as you turned in his arms.
“Just let me say this, Tommy... please," you begged. He nodded, encouraging you to talk.
“It’s not you, I want to be with you. Of course I do… I’m just nervous. Scared that I feel … like,” Biting your lip. You stopped talking. Trying to stop the images of Todd reappearing.
“I know, I know, ey,” Tommy tucked your hair, behind your ear. “No pressure, no pressure. I promise,”
That night, you were both left alone. Tommy cooked you a meal, and you actually ate. Sat at the table together, trying to be a normal couple. Make conversation. Again, Tommy brought up the subject of a scan.
He wanted to see the baby, his baby, check everything was ok. He reassured you, it would be a private clinic. No one asking about your past, he would pay however much it cost. He didn't care.
This baby was a piece of you both, at least he hoped it was. It wasn't that he didn't believe you, about Todd. You had told him, you found out you were pregnant before Todd took you.
So it couldn't possibly be his, could it? No... No Tommy, you can't think like that.
That didn't excuse the fact, that he had... had been inside of you.
Had touched you.
He felt sick, every time he thought of you with Todd.
Him taking advantage of you.
"Ok," you answered eventually, pushing the carrots around your plate. "I get what you are saying Tommy, if that's what you want. I will do it,"
Tommy frowned across the table, what he wants?
"Is it not what you want too? To see our baby? On the screen, wriggling and moving?" He shot a winning smile at you.
Not really, you thought. The guilt over this baby was consuming you, the pregnancy felt tainted. You hadn't been able to enjoy it. Scared something was going to happen to the baby. Scared somehow, it had been damaged. By him.
"Yeah sure," you answered, standing up to carry the plates into the kitchen. Tommy sighed, maybe Ada was right. You needed professional help, a shrink or something.
Someone to talk to, to process it all.
Brushing your teeth, Tommy stood next to you. You wore one of his t shirts, your small bump visible underneath. Your breasts had grown too, nipples poking through the white fabric. He watched you through the mirror, staring absentmindedly into the sink.
Kissing your cheek, Tommy headed for the spare room. “Tommy,” you called out, feet padding after him. “Can you stay in here? With me?”
"Yeah?" he asked shocked, making sure that's what you wanted. "Of course I will,"
The next morning, you woke up snuggled into Tommy. It was the first time you had slept properly, such a deep sleep. You felt refreshed, rested. You had needed him here with you.
Tommy was sleeping, one hand behind his head, one hand wrapped around you.
Pressing a kiss to his chest, you slid from the bed. Desperate for the toilet. You had made it through the whole night, without going. Going off to make some coffee, you returned climbing back into bed.
As Tommy roused, reaching over to your side. Opening his eyes, he found you smiling down at him. Holding a cup towards him, long hair tumbling across your face.
“I made you a coffee," you stated proudly, having been downstairs on your own. In reality, it was a small task. But for you, it was major.
“Wow,” Tommy smiled, sitting up in bed he gratefully accepted the cup. “How are you feeling today, babe?”
Shrugging, you climbed out of bed and walked to the window. Subconsciously rubbing your wrist. It was still bruised, from your time with Todd. Looking out across the vast land, you thought again how much time you had missed.
“Would you have stopped looking for me?” You eventually asked, knowing Tommy’s eyes were on you. Without having to look.
“Never,” he answered, without even having to think about it.
In the time you had been separated, he had pulled the city apart. Searched businesses, houses, of who he thought knew Todd. Interrogated Todd’s men, and his own. He’d been wild, reckless, paranoid.
“But… do you,” turning to face him, you looked at the floor. “Feel … think, different about me? Since…”
You couldn’t say the words… but he knew what you meant. Feeling the nausea rise, you raced to the bathroom. Throwing open the toilet lid, as you heaved. Tommy instantly there. Rubbing your back.
“Don’t even think that, hmm?” He hummed, tilting your chin to look at him. “You’re my Y/n, you always will be. And I love you,”
That afternoon, you stared up at the ceiling. Feeling numb. You still felt numb inside, you couldn’t tell Tommy that. He was trying so hard to support you. You needed to try and act normal. Whatever that was for you now.
Feeling cold on your stomach, you jumped. A smiling Tommy pressing a kiss to your forehead. A look of hope, crossing his handsome features.
“Here we go,” the sonographer announced. “Here’s your baby,”
Tilting your head, you look at the screen. Seeing a black and white image moving around. You could make out a hand, and the shape of a foot.
“Fuck…” Tommy sighed, he’s whole face brightening up. “Look Y/n, look how much they are kicking,”
Nodding, you continued to stare at the screen. Still not feeling any emotion. Still convinced this baby had been damaged.
“Can you check if it’s healthy?” You asked, “Do some tests? Anything you can do?”
The lady frowned, looking back to the screen. “Look, we have a strong heartbeat. All of the organs are growing. We have fingers and toes.”
She paused, taking some measurements. “Baby is measuring 21+4, does that coincide with your last period?”
“I can’t remember,” you answered, still transfixed at the black and white image.
“Babe… the baby is growing, everything is developing well, ey?” Tommy smiled at you, you were beginning to worry him. He didn’t want the sonographer asking questions.
“Ok,” you simply answered. Sitting up to wipe the jelly off your stomach. It was only then, you noticed how much it had grown. You definitely had a bump now. Climbing from the bed, you thanked her.
“Can we go home? I want to go home?” You asked Tommy, as you left the room.
Sighing, he followed you. He had hoped, seeing the baby would bring you some joy. Give you something to focus on, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.
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Postlude
Here's a little one-shot in the Layers of the Sun Dreamling AU that I've been thinking about for months. It's set shortly after the final chapter of Music When You Speak. Enjoy! 💜🖤💜🖤💜
Approx. 1156 words | Rated G | On AO3
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Ever since he gained the internal stability to do so, Dream started keeping an eye on the LAPD unclaimed property website. It was a choice that Dr. Gault had at first been wary of, worried that it would keep Dream trapped in a horrible memory.
"Are you sure you want that thing in your house? Would it not be triggering to see it day after day?"
"The memory will never leave me, no matter what I do," Dream had replied.
Truthfully, with the treatments Dr. Gault had administered, the ghost of electricity surging beneath his skin, the feeling of being trapped like an animal, the acute pain and indignity, had faded. When he remembers his brief but violent captivity now, it is like looking at a still life painting rather than inhabiting a looping film sequence.
"Owning it seems more like…justice. Like my due. And like what…it…deserves," he told her. 
When he put it that way, it did not take her long to understand.
This morning, he sits at the countertop, drinking black tea as the sky brightens from indigo to light blue through his westward facing windows. As the cloud cover evaporates, it reveals the texture of windswept white caps on the ocean. Refreshing the website on his laptop screen, he finally sees exactly what he's been waiting for all this time.
By the time he hangs up the call with his broker, a familiar car is pulling into the driveway, followed by a less familiar truck. Today Hob is moving in, completely and for good.
After one more long look at the photo drawn up on his screen, Dream shuts the laptop.
There isn't much to unpack. Hob has been slowly moving things over from his little townhouse ever since Dream bought this place. Plus, he'd unloaded a lot of his stuff on Matthew, Wanda, Martin, and whoever else wanted his old junk.
He’d brought over his cheese toastie maker, naturally. The bed they bought together so Dream would be more comfortable goes in one of the guest bedrooms. The few records Hob keeps at his house go into the listening room, and all his tacky little knick knacks go into a room that Dream has set aside especially for him. When Hob calls it a man cave, Dream wrinkles his nose like he's just smelled spoiled milk.
"We are both men," Dream says.
"Right, but here I can put up my collection of neon beer signs and taxidermy." 
"You have none of those things."
"Says you. You didn’t know me during my redneck phase.”
Dream has the most adorable wrinkle of confusion between his eyebrows. Clearly he has no idea whether Hob is joking or not.
“Just kidding, love,” Hob says. He grips Dream's waist with both hands, and Dream allows it, just the way Hob knew he would. And just because he can, just because he loves that put-upon look on his face, Hob plants an extra-wet kiss on Dream's lips. Dream wipes it off with a scowl, but he's blushing down to the collar of his crewneck t-shirt.
As the moving truck disappears around the bend in Dream’s private road, Hob cards his fingers through Dream's mess of sable hair.
“Sooooo…care to give me a tour of my new bedroom?”
Dream grins, but he shakes his head.
“I am waiting on one more delivery," he says. "I need your help making space in the workshop."
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A wiry blonde, possibly in her sixties (or older given the way people in this city fight the natural aging process) slides out of the passenger side of a white delivery truck.
“That took no time at all,” Dream says as she approaches. "Ethel, this is my partner, Hob Gadling."
Hob looks radiant as he shakes her hand. But then, he always looks radiant to Dream.
Ethel gives Hob a curt nod, then sighs as she fusses with the tablet in her hands. “Bit miffed they posted the thing before calling me. I told my contact months ago money was no object." 
"You succeeded. That is what matters," Dream says. He has waited patiently, and the fruits of his patience are now in front of him. All past obstacles are irrelevant.
Two men roll up the door on the back of the truck and lower a metal ramp. The instrument is even more massive than Dream remembers, but then again, everything from his state of mind, to the size of the space they inhabit, to the circumstances under which he is seeing it, is completely different. 
Better, obviously. And completely on his terms.
Hob raises his eyebrows as they roll the piano down the ramp on its study casters, but he doesn't interrupt as Dream settles up with Ethel, as the two men negotiate it down to Dream's workshop and set it in the space he and Hob had spent the last half hour clearing.
Then they are alone again. Just the two of them and Dream's newest charge. Until now, he's only worked on smaller instruments—guitars, violins, even an old mandolin. This will be a new challenge, especially given the horrible sound the piano makes when Dream strikes a few of the keys. 
But as far as Dream is concerned, this instrument was just as much a victim in the whole Burgess affair as he was. It deserves the same level of restorative care Dream has received. And as far as Dream is concerned, he's the best person to provide it.
Hob watches Dream take stock of the full-size grand piano at the center of his workshop.  His graceful fingers coast over the enamel, lingering on a few nasty scratches. It must not have been treated well in the last couple years, which is a real shame. The thing sounds like it belongs in the saloon of an old Western honky-tonk. But even with his perfect sense of pitch and sound sensitivity, Dream doesn't even wince.
The reverence in his touch tells Hob exactly where the piano came from. Hob had heard Dream's testimony. He had seen the crime scene photos. The entire world had. 
"So this is the piano, huh?" 
Dream nods, lowering the heavy lid and stepping back. "It saved my life. I would like to return the favor."
Moving in behind Dream, Hob wraps his arms around his middle and hooks his chin over his shoulder. The tense muscles in Dream's shoulders and back slacken, and he leans his head back against Hob's shoulder. The delicate skin of his neck is soft under Hob's lips.
"You saved your life, too, you know," Hob says softly into his ear.
"As did you," Dream says. 
He turns his head to accept Hob's kiss, and Hob has one of those moments he often does with Dream—the kind where he barely recognizes the enchanted thing his life can become.
"So about that tour…" Hob says. Dream kisses him one more time before they head back upstairs.
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hellolulu · 1 year
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MAN Shigeo has grown.
[WARNING Another long post about Mob Psycho 100. Contains spoilers for s3 of the anime]
In season 1 any small situation was cause for a sudden +30% or more, and any danger immediately overwhelmed him and put him straight to 90%-100%. He was so easy to upset and anger, and we know that's because a. he's a teenage boy, b. he's not like the other kids, and c. he was always subconsciously trying not to feel anything, so as to not cause anyone any trouble. And anyone who has ever done this knows it is absolutely the best road to destruction.
Then in season 2 he started thinking more about himself - his place in the world and what he wanted. Accordingly, his % climbs (though still fast) were smaller, or at least took a longer time before hitting 100%. He had more control over his feelings but was still easily overwhelmed or swayed by the thoughts and feelings of others.
I think something that goes a little unnoticed is that during season 2, when he met Mogami, who was stronger than him and technically won their battle (but technically he gave up to Mob's ideals instead, which definitely impacted Mob's thought process of "I can help people by talking to them" which he never gives up on) - he learned an extremely interesting and unnoticed lesson from the guy; sure, he re-learned that he loves his friends, aw, but also, he learned that he of all people is easy prey to become an evil spirit - I think that's a big reason he spends the whole season considering his own feelings more, enough to argue with Reigen, based on Mogami's story, but I can talk about that in another post or this will get REALLY long. He also met that spirit family and realised some spirits just Live Here, which definitely pushed him to question his ideals on spirits and people blah blah (this happened before meeting Mogami, in case u need the refresh, and once again, I can talk about this in more detail another time).
He also met Suzuki senior in season 2, someone that he felt he could have an equal fight with. He enjoyed the fight, and finally got to have a feel for his powers. For a moment, he stopped ignoring the extent of them, truly feeling his powers out and letting them be destructive, even if only for one battle (the manga readers will understand my deeper meaning that the whole story is literally teaching him how to handle the final arc, anime watchers hold onto your hats - it's Good.) He was grinning and having fun, fighting someone that could match his energy (until he couldn't aha Suzuki senior loser moment) but when he remembered the people who needed him to protect them, he calmed himself down. And he really did!! Underrated Shigeo moment! He remembered his goals and he refocused himself toward them after being carried away by his feelings for much much longer than ever before!! Boss energy!
So in short, he spent the whole of season 2 questioning what his powers really mean to him, how much they are a part of him, and how despite them, he can live as a person just like everyone else. He's discovered that it is possible to be an esper and a person, and he goes into season 3 balancing these two sides of his life much better.
And now we already see in season 3 (there are only 5 episodes so far as of writing this) that Shigeo is not only able to think coherently about how he feels, and able to contemplate on much more complex, abstract thoughts, but he's also consciously able to choose how he wants to express them. He uses his powers in a new way through the season, moving and thinking at the same time, confident in his powers AND the way he wields them (the first instance of his gentle-but-powerful power show was probably during the end of the separation arc tbh, using it on all the cameras and such in front of a big crowd of people - able to show his powers in front of people, knowing with confidence that he's in control of them. Again, I can elaborate later).
And geez, the things he's encountering in this season would have made s1 Shigeo climb to 100% in a heartbeat - Hanazawa earnestly trying to fight him again despite being his close friend; everyone he knows being brainwashed in a way that leaves them intact but makes him their enemy; Dimple trying to push him to fight while also pulling his punches - the complexity of these situations are things s1 Shigeo definitely wouldn't know how to deal with: season 1 mob would be a mess. And WHEW, he would NOT have been able to calmly move past Ritsu getting brainwashed (regardless of Reigen's impact on him, s1 mob would have handled it much worse).
But s3 Shigeo is out there, consciously trying to understand the situations he's encountering, his own feelings, and the complex feelings of those around him, figuring it all out while he's in the moment. The extremely slow incline of 1% at a time again and again throughout this episode (s3e5), is so new to see, but it proves that he's got himself handled, and it's a true testament to his growth! He's in control of his own actions and feelings now, because he knows with confidence that he won't use his powers to hurt people unless he makes the conscious choice to - and he knows when it's appropriate to fight, to talk, and to run. He won't hurt people because he chooses peace.
Man, just, he's grown so much from the boy who was afraid of losing control at any given moment, and I'm really proud of him. That's one cool protagonist.
Side note: I cannot WAIT for the people who haven't read the manga to see what's coming in the rest of the season - it's incredible and I'm already losing my mind with excitement.
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Good Omens Fic Rec: Warp and Weft
After the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley slowly take their relationship to the next level, including the prospect of marriage and sharing a home. Along the way, they must learn how to open up to each other and reveal centuries-old secrets. Heaven and Hell remain a threat—but what does the Almighty have to say?
Length: 105,497 words
AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Romance, Fluff, Pick-Me-Up
Triggers: Brief Violence
Read it here, fic by amaruuk
*Minor Spoilers* I devoured this story incredibly fast; I still can't believe it was 100K words. I finished it in under 4 hours, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Reading it was so effortless! The prose is descriptive and insightful, yet light. I never had to reread passages to understand what was being said.
This story will definitely put a smile on your face! It's pure romance and domesticity. We start with them trying to decipher Agnes' final prophecy. Then follow them as they move into their South Downs Cottage and plan their wedding. The romance depicted here is lovely. Having read hundreds by now, the simplicity here was refreshing. It's not desperation, it's a gentle, "I'm going to kiss you." Oh my heart. Yes, I teared up at their ceremony. The attention to little details, their interactions, historical reminiscing, and anticipation of each other's needs are phenomenal. It's not that they don't talk about their feelings, they actually do make it a point to learn to be honest and open with each other, but they know they are loved and nothing is going to change that. Neither of them are plagued with self deprecation/doubt over their relationship.
The Millhouse they move into becomes a character in its own right, described beautifully. Their process of settling in, despite seeming mundane—like buying furniture and making wedding arrangements—kept me entirely engaged. It was the happy narrative I needed.
Anathema, Newt, Adam, Gabriel, and Beelzebub show up to wrap things off. We get a clever use of Agnes' second book of prophecies, and a satisfying conclusion to the events. Definitely in that Pre-Season 2 bliss. This story has one of my favorite moments with Newt, and frankly I'm surprised I haven't seen that before. There's a couple human characters that I really enjoyed as well! And shout out to Crowley and his generous tipping. Like, sure they may use miracles so you don't notice all the weird stuff happening around you, but you will be paid for it.
Mostly safe in public, it does contain sex scenes, by they are brief and not very graphic. I really loved this story! I think it was excellently characterized, domestic, and warm. You could take your time with this one, but it makes for a great binge read too!
Read it here, fic by amaruuk
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tokiro07 · 4 months
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Undead Unlcuk ch.186 thoughts
[Just Like Mama Used to Make]
(Contents: thematic analysis - artistic expression)
Before I say anything else, I just want to note how hard that one bystander saying "what the fuck?" made me laugh. That killed me. With how much wild shit the Union gets up to, it's refreshing to see someone not only witness it, but actually acknowledge it. I still wonder how the audience for Feng's martial arts tournament reacted to all of the weird fights
I also want to point out that in this loop, Enjin's iconic ripped hat look is created from him being thrown through the wall of his mother's hospital room. I'm sure there was some cool story to it originally, but nope, this time he just...biffed a landing, s'all. As usual, no dignity in this series
Onto the chapter, I figured that this chapter was going to continue to expand on the idea of togetherness using food as a symbol like last week, but nope! We're movin' on! Instead of examining how the act of eating can deepen bonds, this week we're examining the difference between mass appeal and individual experience
Enjin's ramen, made with refined technique, is "objectively" good food that pretty much anyone will say is tasty, but aside from the opportunity for custom orders like "extra toppings" or "light on the X," the overall dish is always the same. Without any direct input, Enjin will always produce the same meal, with the expectation that it's so high quality that no one could possibly dislike it. This approach is not necessarily wrong, as consistency is an important factor in food service, but it does mean that if there's any one factor that any one customer doesn't like, they won't end up enjoying it because it doesn't match with their personal taste
It's kind of like if a manga starts out with one of the main leads sexually harassing the other. Sure, the manga as a whole may be great, possibly even the best among its contemporaries, but some people just aren't going to be able to get past that initial bad taste in their mouth. No matter how good the end product is, someone is going to slip through the cracks
Someone isn't going to be able to stand how hot the broth is, someone isn't going to like the mushrooms or the bamboo shoots, and someone isn't going to appreciate seeing a girl get groped by a man whose dick is flopping in the wind. This is an unavoidable truth in the creative process: there is no such thing as perfect. There will always be flaws, and there will always be detractors, but there will also always be fans willing to stand by the art and declare that it's their absolute favorite
This is where Fuuko's ramen comes in: even if only two people out of...what, fifty people(?) liked it, what matters is that the person it was meant for liked it. The point was to show Enjin that no amount of refinement would be able to capture everyone's hearts, but any amount of consideration would capture the heart of the one person it's meant to. Luckily there was another person present who fit in that same niche to drive the point home, but even without that child, I think Enjin would have gotten the point
When it comes to art, you sometimes need to ignore the instinct to try to appeal to anyone and instead focus on creating the thing that you want, the thing that will make you happy. You will run the risk of alienating basically everyone, but by being honest and forthright in how you express yourself, you'll eventually find someone who your work truly resonates with
Fuuko's touch-starved isolation, Andy's hedonistic depression, Billy's stoic responsibility, Rip's dual loves...these aren't things that everyone can relate to, even if they can sympathize. But to someone who feels isolated, who tries to fight against crushing despair with a plastered smile, who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders, or knows what it's like to love more than others say they should, these things will all ring true, and make that reader feel like someone, somewhere finally understands, like someone said all the things they wish they could if they only had the talent or the time
To me, this chapter isn't about cooking, it's about the act of creation. It's about the act of sharing your soul with the world around you and knowing that you resonated with even just one person, and knowing that that one person's world has changed for the better. It's about the act of receiving a piece of someone and being able to smile back at them, telling them that the message has been received
Maybe this won't be what anyone else sees. Maybe this chapter will come across as lukewarm to somebody, maybe even to most people. Maybe it was mediocre at best to someone and they'd prefer something with a bit more of a kick. But someone, maybe just one person, was able to really sink their teeth into this one and savor all of the ingredients, the love and the care that went into creating this piece. Someone was moved to tears, and someone looks at the world just a little differently now thanks to this chapter
Until next time, let's enjoy life
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snippy-tano · 1 year
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hello everyone and surprise!
this fic is for @haven-is-happy!!
I decided to sign up and participate in a fic exchange, specifically a clone fic exchange (organized by @cloneficgiftexchange!) and I was given you @haven-is-happy! I really hope you like and enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing it. It was sooooo hard to pick which clone to write about, so I ended up numbering them randomly and rolling some dice. Kix was the winner!
the fic is a bit...suggestive in the beginning, so I hope you don’t mind! I know you said you were cool with smut, but I’m not really a writing-smut kinda gal, but!! i am more than fine being a little suggestive ;)
I really hope you like this!!! please let me know!! :)))))
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Lucky
Your morning started out pretty perfect. 
You woke to the arm wrapped around your middle tightening ever so slightly. You sighed happily, turning over to wrap your arm around the trooper beside you. 
“Mornin’” Kix said and you buried your nose in his neck. 
“Good morning.”
He let out a deep breath, hand burning a trail up and down your bare spine. You tangled your legs with his, tugging him impossibly closer. 
“Do we have to get up?” You breathed and Kix’s chest rumbled against yours.
“We do. Eventually.”
The two of you lapsed into silence and you could feel yourself starting to doze back off. But you forced yourself back awake, knowing that one of you needed to start the process of getting ready for the day. 
“What time is it?” You asked and Kix huffed, turning slightly so he could see the chronometer on the wall. 
“A little after 0600.” He replied and you hummed in response. 
Almost simultaneously, you both tensed. 
Kix was late for his shift in the medbay. Very late.
He practically pushed you off of him, tripping over your intertwined legs and hitting the floor with a loud thump. You laughed as he cursed, rushing to his feet.
You rolled over, pulling the blankets against your chest. You watched as he scrambled to pull on his clothes and armor, stumbling around your small quarters. You could have gotten up to help him, but he seemed to have it under control, so you just watched him. He ran out with a flourish, calling a goodbye over his shoulder as the door slid shut behind him.
You counted in your head until the door opened again as Kix ran in. He pressed his lips to your forehead before turning and running back out the door. You laughed to yourself as you slumped back into the warm covers. It was still early and you had time until your shift, but you should still probably start getting ready so as to not be rushed like Kix had been. 
With a groan, you rolled out of bed, gently folding the worn blankets so they would be ready that evening. You headed into the small refresher, washing your face and brushing your teeth. It was when you headed back into your room that you noticed Kix’s datapad half buried under your uniform shirt that had been tossed the night before.
You thought back to the night before and felt your heart jump in your chest. It had been a pretty great night. 
You glanced at the door before releasing a fond sigh. 
What were you going to do with him?
You picked up your uniform and set it on the bed before returning to the ‘fresher. You styled your hair and got dressed in your uniform, tidying up along the way. When you were ready, you grabbed his datapad before heading out. 
You made a quick stop at the mess hall, grabbing yourself something to eat on the way and something small for Kix since you knew he did not think of grabbing something since he was so late. A few troopers said hello to you on your walk to the medbay and you returned their greetings with a smile. 
When you finally walked into the medbay, it was quiet. It was still early, so save for a few troopers checking in, most of the medics were restocking supplies and cleaning up. Your eyes fixed on Kix almost immediately. He was standing near the middle of the medbay, sorting through a crate of supplies that were datestamped from the day before.
You watched him for a moment as he dug around inside before glancing beside the crate. His eyebrows furrowed as he moved a few things aside, almost as if he was looking for something. Kix stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. 
You almost felt sorry for him. 
Almost.
You decided to put him out of his misery and approached him, tapping him on the shoulder. When he looked at you, his face portrayed confusion, but his eyes were shining as he smiled. 
“What are you doing here? Are you on your way to your shift?” He asked and you nodded. “I am, but I needed to stop by here first.” You said and he took a step closer, voice dropping. 
You were keenly aware of the other medics in the medbay, but you weren’t about to backdown from a challenge. Besides, most of the medics knew about the nature of your relationship and it was a well kept secret among those who frequented the medbay. 
Kix hummed. “What? Couldn’t wait and needed to see me before you started your shift?”
You smiled, before moving the datapad from behind your back and holding it in front of you. His eyes darted down before he flushed. 
“Ah. Yes. Thank you for that.” He said with an awkward chuckle as you continued to smile at him. 
Without saying anything else, you held up a piece of fruit and some bread you’d brought him from the mess hall. His eyes brightened and he melted.
“How did I get so lucky?” He asked, taking everything from your hands before setting it on the crate next to him. 
It was your turn to hum, finger tapping your chin. “Luck had nothing to do with it.”
Kix wrapped an arm around your shoulders with a smile, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”
You returned his embrace, letting your head thump against him. “Any time.”
He pulled back before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, I will thank you properly later.”
It was your turn to flush slightly, smiling widely. If it was anything like the night before, you were absolutely going to enjoy it. “I look forward to it then.”
He grinned just as broadly as you stepped back and straightened. “Get back to work, trooper.”
“Yessir.” He drawled and you flashed him another smile before turning and heading out of the medbay. Before the door shut, you could hear the other medics begin teasing Kix with well-meaning jabs as he protested. You smiled to yourself as you headed to your own post. 
Kix livened up your life in a way you never imagined.
You looked after him, and he looked after you. It was everything to two individuals serving in a war. You would do your best to make sure that every day was a good one, both of you deserved that much. Kix was it for you. And you’d do anything for him. 
[And if later that night Kix did in fact express his many, many thanks, you took the chance to thank him right back.]
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rebornologist · 2 months
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Hi, Jyunie! I hope you're feeling well!
First of all, I really wanted to thank you for sharing your writings, they always make my day better. 💜
For my request, I'd like to see your take on this scenario: reader being Dino's S/o and Squalo's best friend.
Do you think they would get along fine, or bicker a lot? I kinda think Squalo is super protective, even though he pretends to not care a lot, so I can picture him threatening Dino right when the relationship started. On the other side, I think Dino would definitely try his best to become friends (in his head, they are since school years, but Squ denies it) with Squalo to make his S/o happy.
Anyways, thanks so much for keeping your requests open!
Also, you don't have to reply if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. Your health is the most important.
Hello Emyyy my lovee! Thank you for sliding this into my inbox, I love them both so much and this is such a fun dynamic. I penned this a bit late into the night, and honestly need to finish my reread of the series as a refresher of all the characters traits and interpersonal interactions in canon.. but I hope you enjoy :) All my love xox
♡ Dino as your S/O & Squalo as your best friend ✧
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Dino and Squalo are fascinating to me because they differ greatly in what they pride themselves in and where their loyalties lie, not to mention their contrasting temperaments. They’re a tortoiseshell cat and labrador retriever duo if I’ve ever seen one.
I see them as people that just keep finding each other in life, despite not intending to become close to one another, it kind of just happens. There’s a bond there, even if it’s just mutual respect and knowing that they can rely on the other (even if they would never want to do that).
I’d like to imagine that Reader would have known Squalo prior to the ring conflict, being a close friend of his, and not knowing Dino well/at all until Squalo got his ass handed to him and he reconnected with Dino in the hospital. They may not understand the Cavallone head’s intentions with saving Squalo, but it meant the world to them that they got to see their best friend in one piece. They could have gotten to know Dino better by running into him during their hospital visits. The relationship that ensued definitely developed outside of any interactions with Squalo involved, because they would have gotten their asses handed to them if either of them went to him for tips on how to woo the other.
Squalo’s invested in his friend’s wellness and success but is not the type to pry or think too much about their personal life—he has a lot going on with his work already, and if there was anything pressing, they would share without him asking. And that they do, earning them the most memorable shocked and wide-eyed look from the swordsman.
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“WITH WHO?! That Cavallone loser? You’re fucking with me.” He gives you an incredulous side eye when you finally mention that the date you’re leaving for is with Dino. You stand your ground, giving him a flat smile and a quick shake of the head.
“Nope, not joking.”
He holds his temples with his gloved hand for a moment, and you see his head dip as he sighs quietly in resignation.
“For fuck’s sake,” he turns to raise an eyebrow at you, his face twisted as if he just smelled something bad. “...why?”
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He asks out of curiosity, and would tell you “that’s enough” the second you start actually gushing about Dino. He’s smart enough to understand what your intentions may be with the Cavallone boss, but.. he still.. needs a moment to process the idea of anyone actually being worth your time and affections. He has a lot of pride in himself and by extension, the people he associates with. He respects Dino enough and can come to terms with the fact that in any case of you not being able to handle yourself, you’ll at least be in good hands. He realizes that now he’s doomed to meet Dino again for lunch or something, now that he’s your s/o. He pretends to mind it more than he actually does, he’s just not good at expressing himself.
While Squalo is processing this, Dino is, in fact, right outside ready to pick you up with his luxury car and a giant bouquet of flowers waiting for you.
Dino doesn’t see any issue with you being Squalo’s bestie and is actually... so happy that Squalo is the reason that he got to meet you again! He’s definitely the warmer one in any of their exchanges, but any tension between them is more about their differing loyalties than anything else, so they can at least both agree that you are an excellent individual.
Their bickering is minor, especially as time goes on and they grow used to the dynamic. In Squalo’s eyes, he doesn’t have to become Dino’s bestie just because he’s dating his best friend, and Dino is as amicable as ever. He cares just enough about not stepping on toes in the sense that he minds the PDA (he does this in general, but especially if he feels like it might be bothering someone in their presence).
Through you, Dino begins to learn more about Squalo. He’s the shit brickhouse and Reader is the one that gushes to their s/o about how much they love their best friend. Personally, I think that best friends are soulmates, so I can only imagine how much Reader has to share with Dino, and of course, he eats it all up. He loves learning more about Squalo on a level that only a personal friend would know, and not just what he knows about him as a swordsman and professional assassin. He also shares as much as you'd want to hear about his time in school and what "memories" he has from the alternate future. It's really amusing to see the differences in how the two describe the same events.
At some point Dino becomes involved in little things like your close friends' birthdays, Christmas cards, etc. Squalo thinks it’s totally extra and uncalled for, but Dino insists that it’s because they’re basically pals?!? Friends by proxy?! Nothing wrong with Squ being on the DinoY/N holiday postcard mailing list <3
Sometimes Squalo makes comments about how the two of y’all should “take it somewhere else”. Dino laughs it off and teases that Squ will most definitely be Reader's man of honour at the wedding, and Reader can decide to either shut down Dino in embarrassment or agree enthusiastically to torture their bestie further. All in good fun :’)
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this was so cute to think about I love grumpy sunshine sm help
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demonsanddemogorgons · 4 months
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Decided to write a little Joseph Quinn something with an idea I had bouncing around in my head 🥰🤟
One Day At A Time (Joseph Quinn x Reader One-Shot)
Eight years. That's how long you have been with your husband, married for the last three. You had spent years pushing your feelings down your throat and feeling like a broken record from repeating yourself all the time with no change. You were exhausted with having one-sided conversations about your feelings. Nothing seemed to stick with him. If you had interests, to him, they were obsessions. If you wanted to go out on a Saturday night with your friends, you were an alcoholic. If you were upset, it was an inconvenience that earned eye rolls as he asked, what now? No matter how many times you sat down to try to be civil and explain how he made you feel, it was either dismissed or he would be better for a week or two and then go right back to his usual self. This ongoing cycle had gotten old, and you decided enough was enough. You sat him down and said you were done; you couldn't take anymore. You knew deep down it was the right decision, but it still hurt. You spent eight years with him after all – since you were nineteen. You didn't know how to exist without him, how to be single. So much had changed in dating life since you had met him; it felt like you were suddenly dropped into deep water in which the waves were a little too high. How do you handle this? Beginning the divorce process was stressful enough and then you had to worry about the shit show of a dating pool that existed these days on top of it. One step at a time, you told yourself. One worry at a time. Easier said than done.
You had agreed to let your soon-to-be ex-husband keep the house. He had paid for most of the renovations that had been done since buying it, so you felt it was only fair and you preferred a fresh start. The two of you didn't have children together so there wasn't much to sort out other than that. You found an apartment that was just enough for you. You didn't need much; the newfound space you had was quite refreshing, but your mind also struggled with the new sense of loneliness as well. You knew things would get better; it was just a big adjustment. After a Saturday afternoon of going through your things and packing at the house, you decided you needed a break, and perhaps a few drinks to relax your rushing mind and crushed spirit. You grabbed what you had packed so far and stacked it in the trunk of your car, heading towards your favorite bar, one you frequented when you were in the particular mood to not pay any mind to your husband's "alcoholic" comments and enjoy some time with your friends.
You pulled into the only remaining parking space left. Hands still on the wheel, you shut your eyes and sighed. I can do this. You tried reassuring yourself on occasion, but it didn't help much; it just felt like you were lying to yourself. You opened your eyes, grabbed your purse, and headed inside. You found a seat at the bar and were greeted by Sam, the bartender that was always here when you were in the past.
"How's it going? Been a while."
"Hey, Sam," you replied to him a bit dryly, your eyes looking down at the bar top. He sensed you weren't yourself. You wouldn't consider Sam a close friend, but close enough. You'd only known him from going there, but he had enough conversations with you over the bar that he could tell things were off with you, and from prior drunken nights and talks, he was very much aware of your home issues you'd had. He had been a set of ears when you needed them, even though he didn't have to. It was a bit embarrassing for you. He dealt with so many drunk people on a daily basis; your problems were probably the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he listened and supported nonetheless, and that's more than you could have ever asked for.
"You seem down. You good?"
"I left him," was all you could force out in monotone, finally looking up from the bar to his face. His eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly at the realization of what you'd just said.
"Tequila sunrise coming right up," he said as he turned without missing a beat to go mix your favorite drink, knowing you needed the alcohol in your system sooner rather than later. He really did get you most of the time.
You were nearly done with your second tequila sunrise when a guy made his way to the bar and sat in the empty seat beside you. You didn't bother looking up; you just stared at what was left of your drink, swirling the bottom of the cup against the bar top absentmindedly. You could see him watching you in your peripheral vision as he took his coat off and hung it on the back of his chair, but your eyes stayed fixed on your glass.
"Rough week?" you heard come from his direction. You finally looked over at him, trying not to look smug but not too happy either; you didn't need the whole world to know you were going through some shit, but it must have been plastered all over your face, nonetheless. He was rather cute. He was dressed in black trousers and a maroon button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of his chest. He had short light brown hair with longer slicked-back curls on the top of his head, one rogue one hanging down over his forehead, and short scruff for facial hair. His eyes, however, are what grabbed your attention - big chocolate brown doe eyes. You had never seen such a beautiful sight on any man. You finally noticed you were lost in him when his expression turned to confusion from you taking too long to answer him. You blushed and cleared your throat, looking away from those damned eyes so you could focus.
"Y-yeah, that's one way of putting it, I guess," you responded through a breathy embarrassed chuckle, swirling your drink again and taking a sip. He just looked at you for a second before extending his hand out to you.
"I'm Joe," he said with a small smile. You told him your name as you sat your drink down and shook his hand gently.
"I've never been. What's good?" he asked. Your eyes widened. You'd finally caught it, the British accent. You were in the middle of wondering what a cute British man was doing in the middle of small-town America when you had to remind yourself to answer him. You didn't need a repeat of what just happened a minute ago.
"Uh-umm, I like the tequila sunrise," you answered, gesturing to your nearly empty glass. Joe smiled as Sam made his way over.
"What can I get you?" Sam asked him.
"I'll try a tequila sunrise," he said as he smiled at you. "And put another one on my bill for the lady, yeah?"
You looked at him with a shy smile and your cheeks flushed red as he winked at you. As Sam turned to start making the drinks, he gave you the look - the wide eyes that say, are you seeing this shit? Go for it. You looked down with a smirk as you read Sam's expression, trying not to let Joe see.
"So, you're British," you said awkwardly in attempt to start a new conversation to distract you from what had just happened. Joe chuckled at your observation.
"Indeed, I am, last I checked," he smirked. Oh, a jokester. Alright.
"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere in America?" you asked him. He adjusted himself on his chair to make himself more comfortable to talk.
"I'm here for work."
"Your job brought you here?" you chuckled in disbelief.
"Yeah, I'm an actor. I'm working on filming a movie close to here. Just enjoying a night out in a less chaotic environment."
"That's really cool. But let me warn you, this place can get pretty rowdy on Saturdays. Sam breaks out in song with the karaoke machine, Jerry over there dances on the bar," you joked, giggling at the smile forming on Joe's face. He was more so excited that he had just told you he's an actor and you didn't get too overly excited about it like a lot of other women had. It was nice for someone to enjoy Joe's company for once, not Joseph Quinn's. You were also surprised at your sudden mood boost. How did someone you just met five minutes ago make you forget about your problems so easily?
"So, what about you, love? What's your story?" he asked as Sam sat your drinks down in front of each of you. Your heart sank. Where would you even begin?
"I grew up here. Just having a Saturday night to myself."
"Well, I hope I'm not intruding," Joe said with concern. You shook your head.
"No, of course not."
"You seemed a bit depressed when I came in. I know I'm a bit of a stranger, but if you want to talk about it, a bar buddy you may never see again is a good place to start," he smirked. You smiled at him and sighed. This man was something else.
"I just recently left my husband," you started. Joe's face turned serious as he readjusted himself in his seat. He leaned closer to listen intently as he then knew the gravity of your sadness. "Things just weren't working, and for a really long time. I just kept lying to myself by saying he would change eventually, but he never did. After I spent so much time being undervalued and unheard, I just decided enough is enough. I thought it would make me feel better but it's just so new that it still hurts. I wanted more than anything to make things work but his ego was more precious, I guess."
Joe just sat in silence for a moment to process what you'd said. He could tell you were upset but he never guessed it would be because of something that severe. He felt guilty for asking and making it all cross your mind again. You were there to forget, after all.
"I'm so sorry, darling," Joe said, reaching over and placing his hand on your upper arm in an attempt to provide some comfort.
"It's been hard. I'm just trying to put myself first now, but I don't even know how to do that. I've just been settling and dealing for so long."
"Leaving was the first step to putting yourself first. I'd say you're doing alright so far," he reassured you. "Just take one day at a time."
You smiled up at this complete stranger, who was listening to you more in one evening than your husband ever listened to you in eight years. It made tears well up in your eyes.
"One day at a time," you repeated. Joe saw your tears forming and put his hand on top of yours.
"What a wanker," he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to catch.
"What?" you asked with a giggle. You had heard him, but you weren't quite sure you'd heard him correctly. He looked at you and moved closer, leaning his elbow on the bar to put more weight into holding your hand.
"I said 'what a wanker,' your husband is, for pushing a beauty like you away. Has no sense of pride, and bloody terrible judgement."
You blushed as you placed your other hand on top of Joe's that held yours. You could see Sam watching from across the bar, pretending to wash pint glasses but looking at the two of you through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face. Bastard had to encourage you, didn't he? Even if it was wordless.
"Remember how you said you would be a bar buddy that I would never see again?" you asked Joe. He nodded, his eyebrows perplexed. "Can we change that?"
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writersblog20 · 2 years
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The Ibiza vibe
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: on a vacation to Ibiza you meet your favorite actor and to your surprise you’re all going out together, making the tension between the two of you even sharper. The night was still young and he loved to help you with making the most of your vacation.
Warnings: hints of self-conscious and insecurities, alcohol consumption, small mention of trauma and fear of intimacy, smut, passionate sex, blowjob, p in v, no condom (please be wise), begging, eating you out, creampie,
Words: 5K
A/N: This ain’t my favorite but don’t worry I’ll write some more smut in the future ;)
The Ibiza vibe
You had a couple of hard months lately and your friends decided to take you on a trip. Well the trip was already settled, they just dragged you with them. You all had a vacation booked to Ibiza and you were there for over two days now. The hotel that you picked was absolutely gorgeous. This would be the first day that you would go out and to the beach since you all had a pretty bad jetlag.
You grabbed your stuff and walked with them out of the hotel. The weather was so incredible nice, it was like the sun gave you a warm needed big hug. You still had to settle down here because before you left, a lot of stuff had happened and you still had to process that so you tried to have fun but stayed on the quiet side, which was fine by your friends.
Your friends were great as they gave you the space if you needed that or would pick you up and be there for you if that was what you needed. You were so grateful for your friends and you let them know that.
You finally walked to a more private beach. Well it wasn’t private but more hidden so there weren’t a lot of people around. You laid your towel down besides some plants and trees so you still had a little bit of shadow. You put some sunscreen on and laid down. Your friends put on some music and now you finally had time to look around and see the people.
There was a group of guys and you thought you saw the Chris Evans in between the people. You sat up straight and quickly took your sunglasses off to get a better look but to your surprise, that was the exact moment he turned around towards you. His eyes connected with yours and he smiled at you, which you returned shyly.
You quickly put your sunglasses up and tried to act normal even though that was a little bit hard since you were fangirling over the entire place because your favorite actor and crush was standing just a couple of meters in front of you. He was gorgeous too. His fluffy hair danced in the sun, his chest a little toned and black swim shorts on.
You recognized his brother Scott as well until you abruptly got pulled out of your thoughts by Luna. “oh my god Y/N, don’t freak out but THE Chris Evans is over there!” she told you excitedly. “Shhh keep your voice down. I know, I already saw him.” you told her, trying to shush her. She chuckled “Of course, you already saw him.” she told you and stood up. You looked confused at her “You coming for a swim or what?” She asked you, making you chuckle and stood up as well.
You all walked to the water and you noticed that Chris was checking you out. His eyes felt like fire on your skin and you start to feel self-conscious and awkward. Luna started to walk next to you “He’s checking you out, maybe he likes you” she whispered and you rolled your eyes. “Or.. he thinks I’m a creep because I looked one too many times.” This time she rolled her eyes. “You don’t actually believe that right? You’re gorgeous, he’d be dumb and blind if he wouldn’t see that and trust me by the looks of it, he ain’t dumb nor blind.” She told you with a smirk and took off in the water.
You stood with your toes in the crystal blue ocean, just enjoying the sun on your skin and trying to ground yourself. Your friends were calling for you to come in as well and so you did. The water wasn’t cold or anything, it was refreshing and just the right temperature.
After taking a couple of dibs, you told your friends that you went back to the towels and you would see them in a bit before walking back. Just like before, Chris was looking at you again and once you met his gaze, he smiled again which you returned shyly. Scott swatted his brother for attention but once Scott looked your way, he began grinning at Chris. You felt embarrassed and awkward and just wanted to go to your towel.
When you finally arrived you got your book and began reading, completely indulged in the story once your friends came back. Everything around you slowed down once you only got attention for the book until there was a shadow standing over you and one of your friends swatted your arm. You looked up to see Chris and two of his friends.
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you girls but we wanted to play a game of volleyball and we need 3 more people and we were wondering if you might be interested….?” One of his friends spoke up, while you and Chris kept looking at each other. You started to feel shy again. More than you normally were. Your friends looked at you and Chris with a smirk “Yes we would love to!” Jess told them, making them smile excitedly. “We’ve got beer and other stuff if you want to, so feel free to help yourself out.” One of his friends said.
You stood up just like the rest of the group and introduces yourself. You gave a hand to the other boys apparently named Jeremy and Luke. They walked away with your friends, leaving you and Chris behind. You softly gave him a hand and a flustered smile “Hi I’m Y/N” He smiled in a way that made you even more flustered. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Chris, it’s nice to meet you.” Once you let go of his hand, you noticed that he was quite flustered himself, which surprised you.
You walked behind the group and started chatting for a minute “So, here on vacation as well?” he asked you, making you nod. “You as well I presume.” He nodded and chuckled “Yeah arrived two days ago. We’re staying in those bungalows.” You looked surprised at him “That’s not far from our hotel. We arrived here two days ago as well.” this time he looked surprised at you. “No way, really? What hotel are you staying in?” You told the name of the hotel before you got brutally interrupted by Scott.
“Hi! I’m Scott.” He told you happily, making you chuckle “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!” you told him and Scott eyed Chris for a second and you felt flustered again. “Let’s play some volleyball!” Jeremy called out to the two of you. “Alright, let’s go” Chris told you.
You were told the teams and started playing. Chris was in the opposite team and kept eyeing you with a smirk which you returned playfully as well. Scott was in your team and kept by your side to talk to you, which was a lot of fun. “You’re really good at this!” Scott told you “Nah, I’m just very competitive.” You remarked back, making Scott laugh “In that case, this will be very interesting.”
After a while it became a tie and you all decided it was enough, so you and Scott could also talk normally. You really hit it off with Scott as well, talking about crime documentaries etc. Chris got the three of you a beer and began standing next to you. Scott noticed that and took advantage of it. “Hey, we’re going out tonight, you guys want to come along? It’s always fun to go with a bigger group!” You looked back at your friends who excitedly nodded along, making you chuckle “apparently we’ll go.”
Scott cheered and you all talked a bit more but Scott left you with Chris alone. You were both sitting down at this point while there was some music playing in the background. You started chatting with Chris and your nerves became less when you did so. You hit it off great together but like more than you’ve ever experienced and it was scary to you and you wondered if he might feel the same thing.
At this point it felt like you were the only one there until your friends abruptly disrupted the both of you. “Hey, we want to go back to the hotel so we can eat and after that get ready. We have each other’s phone number so we can find each other. You coming along?” You looked at Chris “Yeah, I’m going to go with them but we can talk later?” You asked nervously. He smiled lovingly at you. “Yeah, I would love that. Let me give you my number as well before you go though.” He told you and looked through his bag.
Your friends eyed each other with a smirk while you both handed out your information so you can keep in touch with each other. He gave you a hug before you left and you waved to the other’s and left towards the hotel. Your friend couldn’t stop talking about how sure they were that Chris liked you but you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t need any more false hope than you already gave yourself.
Your phone went off and smiled as soon as you saw that it was a text from Chris, telling you he couldn’t wait for tonight and wanted to know more about you. You hadn’t told him yet that you were a fan but he wasn’t dumb.
You texted him back that you couldn’t wait either before you all went to dinner and after that dressed up to go out. You texted Chris that you all were almost done and the girls texted Scott on where to meet and you all made your way to the location. The boys were already there and everyone hugged each other while Chris’s eyes lingered on you and the dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. “you look… wow… you look absolutely amazing!” you felt flustered and look down for a moment, smiling. Chris couldn’t stop smiling either. “you look very handsome as well”  you told him, still flustered, which made him smile even brighter and looked down a little shy as well.
The entire walk towards the club was just you and Chris chatting which kept going once you were in the club. Everyone was dancing while you two kept chatting.
After a while, once the drinks started flowing more and you felt more buzzed, the flirting between you and Chris became a whole lot more. They eye contact, teasing with that, the smirks etc. You both couldn’t stop looking at each other and you started dancing more, feeling bold because of the booze. You got closer to Chris and started dancing against him. It wasn’t very clear to other’s but it was definitely clear to Chris.
Your ass slowly grinding against him. His big hands on your waist while his fingers dug in your skin, pulling you even closer to him. His face a little more in your neck as he placed his lips quickly onto your skin, his arms a little more around you and as soon as it began, it also ended just as quickly, leaving you wanting more. It felt like a burning desire, almost like an addiction.
You looked at Chris and he at you with an awaiting look on his face before you started talking.
“Okay can I be honest with you?” you slurred a little from the booze making Chris chuckle “of course you can sweetheart.” the nickname send butterflies flying through your stomach. “I've had a crush on you since I’ve seen Captain America. It just got more when I saw defending Jacob, which you were amazing in by the way.” Chris chuckled even more. “Have you now?” he asked you teasingly.
The alcohol definitely did not do you a favor right now and you start to feel embarrassed yet bold. “ahh I never should’ve said that….” You told him, clearly embarrassed. “no, no, I think it’s cute. So.. how’s that crush now than?” he asked boldly with a smirk. You were gob smacked and chuckled a little nervous after you got out of the shock.  “I.. eh well, obviously still very much there…” you told him uncomfortably but honest. He smiled proudly and sipped his drink. “well than it’s only fair to say that I’ve started to get a crush on you too…” he told you, eyeing you as he took another sip.
There was a major tension between the two of you and you couldn’t deny the affect he had on you as you stared at each other in silence with both a teasing smile on your lips.
You both started dancing for a long time with each other while the drinks kept flowing, which made the tension between the two of you grow even more and it was apparent that you both became unable to hide it anymore.
“hey want to get out of here and go back to my place?” Chris asked you with a smile. You weren’t that type of girl and with any other guy you definitely would’ve said no but this was The Chris Evans and you would’ve never forgive yourself if you didn’t go so you smiled at him and said “ I would love to”
He softly grabbed your hand and led you out of the club after you told your friends that you went with Chris. They just smirked and wished you a good time. With every step closer to Chris’s bungalow, you became more and more nervous.
You knew why you were there, all the signs were there but you’ve haven’t had much sex, let’s just keep it on trauma. That was also one of the many reasons why you were so nervous. Besides this wasn’t really your thing, yet here you were.
You finally arrived at his bungalow and walked into his room. It was beautiful, his bed had a view of the ocean and there was a deck over the sea where you could sit and chill. Chris kept looking at you with a seducing look, making you feel shy and nervous for what was about to come. He poured you a drank and walked dangerously towards you, making you feel small and intimidated.
He handed you the drink and you couldn’t bear to look at him right now. You felt so small and the tension was extremely tense as the air thickened around you. Chris noticed your nervousness and the reaction he had on you so he took a step back. You looked around the room and paced. “I ehhh am sorry, I’m just nervous. I don’t do this often.”
“We don’t have to this.” He told you genuinely as you were nervously pacing around and chugging your drink he made for you. You couldn’t believe yourself. Here you were with your favorite actor and the longtime crush you had on him and you were actually doubting to tap out because you were too nervous to fuck him. “No. I want to. I’m just very nervous… I don’t you know, do this a lot.”
He smiled softly at you and walked up to you, taking your chin between your fingers. “If it means anything, I don’t do this a lot as well. And I really like you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Like I said, I really like you.”
Fuck this man and his respectfulness. It made him even hotter. “You don’t take fans home with you?” You asked him, not really believing him. He chuckled “no sweetheart, you’re the only one.”
“Well of course I had one nightstand but I never was really interested into something else but with you it’s different.” You looked down, still doubting it. You felt like you’re in the movie where Emma Stone was having a one night stand with Ryan gosling but ended up not doing anything because she was so scared.
I mean it’s Chris fucking Evans but you were hurt a lot but you also didn’t want to lose this opportunity to fuck your favorite actor, making you mad that your fear of intimacy was kicking in. “Why don’t we just sit down and have a drink and just talk? I want to know more about you.” He told you with a smile as he held your hands in his.
You gave him a smile, feeling more comfortable as he treated you soft and gentle. Not even one bit mad that sex wasn’t happening right now. He led you out to the deck and you both sat down.
He started to ask you questions and the conversation began flowing and you both started laughing a lot while looking at the stars. After a while you started to get cold and he gave you his jacket and after an hour you moved to the bed just to relax.
He gave you a shirt of his that was way too big for you so you could be more comfortable than in that dress of yours. You both kept talking and he was resting his head on your lap while you went with your finger through his hair.
I like it when you do that. He told you all of a sudden. You looked down at him with a soft smile. He got up a little as you both fell into a trance from the eye contact. He softly grabbed your chin, staring into your eyes before he placed his lips on yours. His stubbles tickling your skin in a good way.
His lips felt like soft pillows against your own. Your tongue connected with his and he sat up more without breaking the kiss. It wasn’t a heated kiss but very passionate. You let your hand rest on his cheek as well. His thumb softly caressing your cheek in the kiss. This time it was you, who sat up more straight because you wanted to climb up onto his lap.
Chris noticed and placed his hands on your waist and got you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He laid you back down on your back with Chris between your legs because you were in his lap. He broke the kiss for a minute to look at you. He smiled lovingly at you, which you returned. He nuzzled his nose against yours and got back into a much more heated kiss.
His hips automatically grinding against your body. His lips going from your lips to your sensitive spot in your neck, his big hand slowly and teasingly moving over your body. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat. You placed your hands around him and pulled him in closer, needing to feel him.
He got out of your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure about this?” you nodded quickly “Yeah, please don’t stop, I want to feel you.” he smiled brighter and got his shirt off and got yours off too, leaving you only into your bra and panties. He took a look at you and you saw a spark in his eyes before you pulled him back onto your lips, needing to feel more.
He pulled away from your lips again and went from your neck to your chest and stomach, moving down more. He looked up at you with blown pupils while his fingers hooked your panties. You quickly nodded and he got your  panties off. You knew you were soaked because who the hell wouldn’t.
His hand was on your stomach and he teasingly caressed your skin, moving down even more and in response you got goosebumps all over your body. His thumb found your clit and you felt electricity moving through your entire body. “You’re already this wet for me baby.” he grunted deeply before he started to lick your slit. This never felt so good and it was like you had a complete black out, keeping you in the present as there was no thought left in your brain.
His tongue flicked against your clit before he started sucking and you completely arched your back, your fingers holding his fluffy hair while you already came close to an orgasm. “I’m close, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” You beggingly whined, making Chris chuckle deeply. “I like it when you beg me.” His dark voice got on all of your senses, pushing you even closer to the edge.
He started to eat you out even more than he did before. His hands around your body, keeping you down on the mattress while he grinded his hips on the bed side. You felt excitement in the pit of your stomach and Chris held you tighter while you came into his mouth. He grunted and moaned as he licked you up, letting you shake out of the orgasm.
He got up and kissed you passionately. “You’re amazing.” He told you through the kiss, making you smile. You sat up straight and unbuckled his pants and took them off. You started to kiss him and he took your bra off without breaking lose from the kiss while you palmed him through his boxers. You couldn’t hear enough of him moaning.
He grabbed you closer, pushing your entire body close to his and you worked on his boxers, taking it off of him. His cock sprung lose and you took him in your soft hand, slowly pumping. Chris kept moaning into your neck, motivating you to keep going but you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. For so long you’ve dreamed about this, read fanfiction about this and now it was coming true and you wanted the full experience.
You got on your knees and licked his shaft as he let out a shaky breath. He got you on eye sight again and looked at you, making you confused. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” You smiled relieved at him and kissed him “I want to.” You told him and he groaned at that alone.
You licked his shaft again, teasing him just a little before you tried to take him completely in. He was way too big but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try it. Chris got your hair out of the way and moaned as you worked on him. He got you off of him for a second and he laid down so he could be more comfortable.
You trialed kisses from his neck to his chest and got down on him again. Your palm working on what you couldn’t get in as you heard him moan louder and you felt yourself dripping wet. He got you off of him and laid you down on your back. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum very soon.” He told you panting and kissed you again before looking at you. “You sure about this?” he asked again, wanting to be sure. You nodded again but he shook his head. “No I need to hear you say it.” Your head was completely lost. “ Yeah, I really want this, please Chris.” You begged him as you bucked your hips up so your slit would come in contact with his rock hard cock.
He smiled smugly at you and rubbed his cock against your slit. “Oh so you really want this huh?” he asked you playfully but for you it was tortures. “Yes, please Chris. Please I want to feel you, please.” You completely begged right now and you heard him chuckle before putting the tip in you. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” he told you and kissed your cheek which was completely flustered.
He slowly put his cock into you and you could feel him stretch you out to the brim, both moaning in unison. He laid on top of you before moving so you could adjust. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked you while placing a piece of hair out of your face. You smiled “Yeah.” You told him softly as you went with your hands through his soft locks.
He slowly started moving and it quickly turned very passionate as his hips rocked against yours. Your legs were around him, pulling him in deeper while you kissed him. He placed kisses all over your face while picking up the pace. Both panting and started to get sweaty but you were lost into each other’s eyes while he fucked you out.
You felt yourself grow close to another orgasm again and without saying a thing, his finger found your clit again and rubbed it while you chased your high. “It’s okay baby, let go for me. It’s okay.” He whispered softly into your ear and afterwards nibbled your earlobe as your walls clung around his cock while you came hard. Chris moaned as you held his cock in a death grip. “Baby, I can’t hold it any longer. You feel to good. I’m gonna cum.” He told you grunting and you quickly placed your hands on his cheek “It’s okay, you can cum in me. It’s okay.” This time you whispered as you kept eye contact with him and you saw that he was trying to hold it. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moaned through it while you felt something warm shooting into you, knowing he came.
He breathed shallow in the kiss as he came down from his high as well and when he calmed down a bit he kissed you more passionately. “You really are amazing sweetheart.” He told you still out of breath a little, placing quick kisses on your lips before letting his head rest on your chest. You went with your hands through his hair and felt completely at ease for the first time after sex.
You both looked outside and saw the sunrise coming up. “I forgot to ask you for how long are you staying here?” he asked you softly, making you chuckle “a week. What about you?” he nodded “a week as well” He smiled brightly and placed a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a sweet kiss. “That means that we have a week to do a lot of things.” He told you with a smirk, making you chuckle as well. You both grunted a little from the sudden movement while he was still in you.
He carefully got out, making you whine at the emptiness you suddenly felt. Chris looked a little worried at you. “I’m sorry.” He told you and placed a kiss on your lips again but let his hand rest on your cheek while his thumb softly rubbed your cheek. He smiled lovingly at you again and you felt the butterflies go wild in your stomach.
“Let’s get cleaned up a little.” He told you, making you agree. You both got in the shower and couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. It made you feel safe but also made the connection you two had even stronger than before. You both washed each other off and got out once you were done and back into the bed. It was now around 6 in the morning and you both got very tired.
“You don’t regret it do you?” he asked you while he pulled you closer to cuddle you. “Not one bit.” You told him and turned around to face him completely. “So… a whole week huh?” he teased you, making you laugh. “I’m going to make it the best time of my life.” You told him giggling “I think I could might help with that.” He had a grin “I would love your help.” You told him back and you kissed each other before snuggling against each other.
His hand softly went over your hair while he held you tightly against him. You both looked outside at the sunrise and you felt absolutely complete and fell asleep.
~a little time skip~
You woke up, the sun warm on your skin as you heard something in the room. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Chris, without a shirt, holding a plate with breakfast, smiling at you. “Hey, sorry I woke you up but I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.” He told you as he took a seat next to you. There were pancakes, croissants and fresh fruit along with some coffee and juice. You smiled brightly at Chris, who pulled you in for a kiss.
You both chatted while eating breakfast and made some plans on what to do today. Obviously with both of your friends too and after another eventful morning full of activities, you laid down again, both panting before he looked at you mesmerized.
“What?” you chuckled as you tried to catch your breath. “Why don’t you stay with me for the week? I want to help you make the most of it and I rather enjoy waking up with you, and not because of the activities.” He told you awaiting your answer but you were honestly starstruck. “Really?” you asked him softly as you went with your hands through his hair again.
You loved the feeling of his fluffy hair through your fingers. “Yeah, I understand if you don’t want to and I don’t want to steal you from your friends but… I would like to steal you from your friends.” He chuckled the last part, making you giggle as well.  “ I would love to stay here with you” he got a brighter smile and kissed you passionately again. “Well, sounds like we should get dressed and get your stuff than.” He told you chuckling.
You groaned a little. “Let’s stay in bed for a couple more minutes.” He looked at you and laid down again, looking at you. This was perfect as you both laid in silence, looking at each other and just enjoying each other presence.
This was definitely already the best vacation of your life and you still had a whole week to go for each other to enjoy and who knows what would happen after that….
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