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Adrift - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: He only comes to sleep with you and you accept because your heart allows you to.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Angst (with happy ending), slight mentions of smut, friends to friends with benefits to lovers

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: this was very very very lowkey inspired by real life situation, don't ask me lol

The joy of making breakfast, or not. Carefully plating the pancakes you made, drizzling them with maple syrup, adding some blueberries from the fridge. The sight of two delicious pancakes in two separate plates should not irritate you this much. The matching cups of drinks, one with milk in it, one with black coffee.

Making food at ten in the morning should not be this grim, but here you were, holding yourself together just at the thought of the person who would soon join you at the table.

The sound of the bathroom faucet turning off and the light button being pressed made you look.

There he was. The man you were so madly in love with. His dreamy black locks wet, small droplets fell down on the floor and he for sure would get an earful for walking straight to the dining table while still dripping with water from his hair. Or maybe not, you were too busy ogling at his bare upper body, nothing you had never seen, but would always made your jaw drop. With a small towel in his hand and that one sweatpants that he always left on your place on purpose covering his lower body, he slowly made his way towards you.

“Pancakes again?”

“You better not complain.” You rolled your eyes, which earned a smirk from the guy.

“I love pancakes.” He simply said, sitting down and putting the towel around his neck so the water from his hair would not drip down. “Especially yours.”

“Cause it’s free, just say it.” You rolled your eyes again and sat down across the guy who had a huge smirk on his face.

The man simply shrugged and proceeded to take a bite of the food. Technically, he did not deny it.

You both ate in silence. It had been somewhat accustomed to you. Instead of bantering and sharing stories when you hangout, breakfast was a peaceful moment for both of you. Although, little did he know, you mostly spent it with him occupying your mind.

What started as a joke ended up as a habit for the past three months. This was definitely not what you had in mind when you said yes to his silly claim that he could make anyone release in mere three minutes. You were suppose to just see if you could crush his ego. One night he just showed up looking absolutely hotter than he usually did on your doorstep. One thing led to another, you ended up with his face right in between your thighs.

It started with just him coming to you, and he would sometimes finger you in between watching Netflix, or eat you out as you laid your head back against your pink Squishmallow. To then you returning the favor under the desk as he work. Before you knew it, you two had started fucking each other’s brains out on the daily.

This was not suppose to happen. Yoongi was supposed to be one of your closest friends. You both came from the same circle and none of them knew yet about the odd thing that had been going on between the two of you.

It was only natural to hide it. You both agreed that it’d be super awkward if the rest of the guys knew about your so-called experiment. Although it was hard to behave like how you would normally act, you both managed to hide it for the past few months. While you, managed to hide your feelings for him for a month and a half so far.

Didn’t matter though. You knew Yoongi could never see you as a potential lover. He had told you multiple times how career driven he was and how he could barely take care of himself. Therefore, there was no room for romance in his life, and you respected that.

Today marked as your second week of trying to tell Yoongi to put an end to whatever the hell that was going on between you and him. It was getting unhealthy, especially for you. Either you told him your feelings and end on a sour note, or the option you preferred, just straight up telling him that you were not feeling it anymore. It sounded easier and simpler, you were sure he’d understand.

You just needed to stop him at your front door before he started grabbing you and shower you with sloppy kisses.

It was easier said than done when your heart literally was on his side.

“Jin’s birthday’s next week.” Yoongi suddenly said, breaking your daydream. “Are you coming?”

“I don’t know… don’t really have anything fancy to wear.” You shrugged.

“Just wear whatever you think looks pretty, it’s just Jin. I’m sure his family won’t mind.”

“I still don’t get why he suddenly wants to celebrate his birthday at a five-star hotel.”

“I heard he just got promoted and his pay is now doubled.” The man said after he sipped his coffee.

“That explains it.” You rolled your eyes. “Well, lucky him? But I still don’t have anything to wear…” You sighed.

“I like that one dress you wore in your Instagram story…”

“Huh?” Your head jerked up at the sentence. Yoongi’s eyes weren’t focused on yours though. “The backless one?”

“Yeah.” He said with a blank expression.

“That’s too short! Yoongi, his parents are gonna be there, you know.” You complained.

“Why did you wear it before then?”

“I was in Bali for a holiday.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll just show up in a dress shirt or something…”

Yoongi just answered with his mouth turning like an upside-down U and shrugged.

Fifteen minutes after finishing the food, you both washed the dishes together, before he left for some work calling.

Once again you were alone with your thoughts. In fact, you were left with your thoughts for a few days before a text popped up from him again, as what you had expected. It was already a habit.

It was exactly two at night and a day before Jin’s birthday celebration. Yoongi had just came back from some afterparty you did not bother to ask. You would be stupid to just open your door and let him in at this point. And yes, you were in fact simply that stupid.

“Hey.” The guy casually said, placing his shoes on your rack, where he already had a designated spot.

“Hey you.” You replied monotonously.

Raising one of his eyebrows at you, he crooked his head to the side. “Something happened?”

“I’m just in a somewhat of a bad mood.”

“I can fix that.” He smirked.

You smiled weakly at him, clearly not in the mood to talk about whatever that was clouding your mind. “Let me shower real quick, I just got back from my night jog.”

A hand grabbed you by your left wrist.

“I need to shower first…” You complained trying to wiggle out from his grasp.

He pulled you slightly closer to him, leaving small space in between your standing bodies. “I don’t wanna have sex.”

You looked at him as if you had seen a ghost. “You don’t?!”

“Come on, sit down.” He pulled you even closer, now grabbing you by your forearm. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Noth—“

“Don’t even.”

You sighed. “It’s fine…”

“Your eyes are red.”

You quickly shook your arm from him and wiped your eyes harshly.

“Hey,” He grabbed both of your shoulders. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just sit down? I’ll be a silent cuddler.”

If only he knew how his words made you wanna cry even more.

“Come on…”

He pulled you into a hug and you accidentally let out a sob. He soothingly rubbed your back before dragging you to the sofa. He helped you sit down and got up to turn on the tv, but quickly lowered down the volume. He knew how much you loved cuddling while watching something. Anything, even. He just did not know you enjoyed it so much mainly because it included him.

“Yoongi, I stink.” You said through sniffles.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I hate you.” You let out a small giggle.

“Again, tell me something I don’t know.”

Oh, if only it was that easy. You sighed. “It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, right?”

The man nodded. “I won’t die just because you won’t suck the soul out of my dick tonight.”

“Yoongi!” You slapped his sides.

He smiled, rubbing your shoulder gently. “Alright, I’ll shut up now.”

And you overslept. You did not know at what specific time did he leave, but you were awaken by the sound of multiple notifications from your phone. It could only be your friends bombing you with texts about the upcoming surprise for Jin, no one else would be doing that to you on a Saturday morning.

Yoongi’s grey sweater was barely wrapped around your body. It was funny how he refused to come inside your bedroom without your permission, even though he had been there countless of times. It was almost sweet even, and you smiled just by the thought of him going home without his sweater.

“I’ll pick you up around 6?” Jimin’s private message said, followed by more notifications from a separate group dedicated to Jin’s surprise plan.

The idea was to surprise Jin in the middle of his party. You would all pretend to show up late and some already agreed to even give some convincing reasons for not coming. Since Hoseok had already contacted the hotel management to lend one of the backstage room, later, you would all suddenly appear right from behind the stage as he was about to give a toast, surprising him with a cake.

Halfway through reading the chat talking about the plan, a call interrupted you.

“You awake?” You didn’t even get the chance to say hello.

“You left your sweater.”

“Your aircon’s pretty cold you know. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Yoongi, you can literally just wake me up though.” You chuckled.

“Right.”

“Right.” You mirrored awkwardly. “By the way, Jimin’s picking me up tonight and I still don’t know what to wear.” You laughed.

There was a second of silence before he replied. “There’s always that black dress…?”

“I’ll raid my wardrobe and we’ll see. That’s my last option.” You chuckled. “By the way, why did you call?”

“Just wanna make sure you got up, that’s all.”

“Well, the group chat certainly was loud enough don’t worry.” You said. “I’ll see you?”

“Alright.” The guy said shortly before hanging up the call.

Despite sounding rather cheerful when you answered the call, last night’s event was still filling up your mind. It was hard to pretend everything was alright when just by hearing his breathing made you feel stuffy.

Sooner or later you needed to bring a stop to this situation. Clearly it was getting pretty toxic. Maybe loving him from afar was enough for you. Surely you could get over him in a few weeks, or months, maybe more. The point was, you would get over it. You hoped so.

Jimin later arrived at your place at half past five, expecting to see you already ready with your hair and makeup. But plot twist, here you were, still struggling between your outfit options. Clothes were all over your bedroom bed and floor, not the prettiest sight.

“Bitch, didn’t I tell you we need to be early?!” Your friend looked at you and the whole apartment unit in disbelief.

“I don’t know what to wear…” You said, slumping over your couch.

“I’ve never seen you so stressed over an outfit.” Jimin folded his arms.

“I should’ve bought a new dress if I knew I would look ugly in everything I own today!” You groaned.

Your best friend just looked at you and studied your expression for a few minutes.

“What?” You retorted at him.

“Is this about Yoongi?”

“H-huh?!” You widened your eyes in shock. “What about him?”

“Girl, don’t act like he didn’t pinch your ass when we were hanging at Taehyung’s that one time.”

You gasped in horror. “You saw?!!!”

“Me and Jungkook, yeah.” The guy shrugged casually.

You covered your face in embarrassment. “Of course you did.” You sighed into your palm. “Does everyone know?”

“I think Joon’s a little suspicious about it but he never brought it up again. Maybe just me and Jungkook for now.”

“Okay…” You exhaled.

“So what’s going on between you two?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, rather loudly. “I’m going to break it off soon, I swear!”

“But why?!” Your friend walked and sat next to you, looking concerned.

“Jimin, friends aren’t supposed to fuck each other.” You looked at your friend sternly.

“Oh my god…” Was all the guy said in response. He appeared to be in shock.

“I also wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him like that…” You covered your face again. “I don’t know how to tell him or to break whatever the hell that is between us.”

Jimin looked at you sympathetically. “How long has this been going?”

“Three months or so.”

“I feel like such a bad friend for not confronting you about this sooner.”

“Hey, I’m the one who did something I shouldn’t have in the first place…” Your voice start to shake again.

“Don’t cry now…” He hugged you. “Come on, I’ll help you sort this out, I promise. But we can’t do this with you looking not-so hot.”

You wiped your tears harshly. “Okay, help me then.”

“First, missy, we get up.” He helped you up and you broke into a smile. “And we pick a damn dress. Show me your options.”

“You know…” You bit your lips, fidgeting your fingers. “There’s this dress that Yoongi’s been telling me to wear…”

“That’s it! Show me.” Your friend beamed in excitement.

“But it’s too short…” You said as you walked to grab the dress to show him. “Look, it could barely cover my butt.”

“Do you have stockings?” Jimin eyed the dress up and down.

“Well, yeah?”

“Then let’s wear that.” He took the dress from your hand. “Go, grab those stockings! Oh, and do you have any red panties?”

“Jimin!” You whined.

“Hey, if we wanna make him fall head over his heels, we gotta go all out!!!” Your friend laughed.

And that was how you wound up wearing that infamous dress, with a sheer stockings underneath, and a leather jacket quickly borrowed from your friend who conveniently had one in his car. The platformed Mary Janes that you rarely wore finally got their chance to shine.

When you and Jimin arrived at the meeting spot, everyone was already there. Everyone including the guy you wished would stop staring at you ever since you entered the function.

You knew you were right on telling him to grow out his hair. The combination with the suit? You were weak in the knees. Did he really have to sleek his hair back every couple of second? You were slowly losing your sanity. If it were not for the fact that your friends were literally in the room with you, you would probably jump at him the very chance you can.

“Do you wanna hold the cake?” Taehyung said, looking at your direction.

“Huh? Why me?” You pointed at yourself. “I don’t wanna hold a huge cake that looks like a dead tuna.” You eyed the hilarious looking cake.

“Dunno, you look hot tonight.” Taehyung shrugged playfully.

“Yeah, Yoongi hasn’t stopped staring at you since the first second you arrived.” Namjoon nudged the guy next to him.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, looking away.

“Oooh.” Jungkook joined in, teasing.

“He’s not denying it!” Hoseok pointed out. The man had a wide grin on his face.

“Guys, focus.” Jimin said, stopping the commotion. “We got around ten minutes before Jin will start panic-calling some of us.”

“Not gonna lie, I kinda feel bad imagining him panicking over no sight of any of us.” Namjoon commented.

“He’ll get over it.” Taehyung replied.

Jimin snapped his fingers to catch everyone’s attention. “Okay, so the event organizer will signal us when it’s time. We will all wait from behind the stage as he prepare for the toast, just when he’s done with the whole speech, we’ll show up.”

“Do we have to sing Happy Birthday?” Jungkook asked.

“Of course, dummy. Do you want us to sing Careless Whisper or something?!” Hoseok snapped, which earned an evil snicker from the youngest one.

“You, missy,” Jimin pointed at you. “You'll stand at front since you’ll be holding the cake.”

“I’m literally the only one here in platforms, why should I?!” You complained.

“I’m not gonna repeat Taehyung’s statement and start a whole argument again.” The blond haired guy chuckled. “And we all are gonna be right behind you, in case shit happens.”

“Yeah! Yoongi is ready— Ouch!” Hoseok did not let Jungkook finish his sentence by hitting his back.

At this point Yoongi’s stares and glares were making you really uneasy. He did not react to their teases which was good, but this was also the first time that they started teasing both of you. There was no way Jimin or Jungkook had told them, cause if they wanted to, they could had told them months prior. Whatever it was, you were at least glad that Yoongi found you attractive enough today to catch his attention.

After finishing the so-called briefing session, it was finally time to step out and wait from behind the curtains. Oddly, none of you got any text or calls from the birthday guy. The sound of the jazzy instrumentals playing and loud talkings could be heard. Jimin handed you the cake as you walked with all the boys right behind you. The mic started echoing and you heard Jin’s voice through the speaker.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you so much for coming. I appreciate each and every one of you for your time.” The birthday boy stated.

“I know it’s a bit much for a birthday, especially when I’m already entering this big age.” He laughed at the sight of thirty-one candle on his birthday cake. “I just wanna celebrate myself today and actually pat myself in the back for all the hard work I’ve done.”

It could be seen from his shadow that he was getting a little bit anxious, looking left and right. “I couldn’t be here without the support of my family and friends.” He exhaled. “Speaking of friends, I wonder where those rascals—“

In a flash, all of you appeared from behind the curtains, singing Happy Birthday loudly. One of the organizers had given you two mics, which were given to Jungkook and Jimin, since they were the actual ones blessed with singing voice.

Pure expression of happiness was clearly painted on Jin’s face as he clapped and laughed at the sight of the tuna shaped cake with a single candle on its head. You all watched as he blew the candle quickly and snatched the cake from your hands to put it on the table beside him. Just seconds later, the oldest already scooped everyone into a big group hug.

The after party came soon after all the old relatives went home. Bar was free flow open and the ballroom had transformed into a dance floor.

Taehyung and Jungkook were dancing in sync, each with drinks in their hands. You could see Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin were goofing and laughing around as the DJ play an old trot song as per their request. Namjoon, you, and Yoongi were left chilling at the bar, enjoying the sight of your friends having fun.

“Should we join them?” You said with a smile, eyes still looking at the dance floor.

“Nah, I need to get up early tomorrow, can’t drink too much.” Namjoon said.

You looked at Yoongi hesitantly, wanting to ask about his opinion, but before you could do that, you felt a hand over your shoulder.

“Why aren’t you dancing with us???” Jin said to you, half shouting.

“My dress isn’t exactly fitting to dance around with you goofballs.” You chuckled.

“Aww, come on!” Jin pouted. “It’s my birthday!”

There was no saying no to Jin’s request. You were soon dragged to the center of the room, joining the boys. All their smiles and laughs were contagious, as in no time, you found yourself dancing along with them to yet another questionable song that Jin requested.

You lost the track of time, but the pain in your feet reminded you to take a break. You slowly retracted yourself back to the bar area where Namjoon and Yoongi were.

The speakers were blasting loudly. Even though it was incredibly loud, no amount of Britney Spears songs could make you unhear your name mentioned alongside the word “just” and “friends”. Yoongi was even saying it with an annoyed expression. It was crystal clear to you what the two of them were talking about and you needed no further explanation.

Immediately the first thing you did was taking your phone from your handbag and texted Jimin. You told him that you needed to go home early and took the taxi.

And you did. You managed to get out untracked without your any of your friends noticing.

You barely sat down for five minutes on your sofa upon arriving. Tears that were pooling when you were in the cab now broke freely. You already knew, but hearing it first hand just made you feel sick. You thought you had prepared yourself better for the inevitable. Oh how you were wrong.

The chat notifications of Jimin asking you multiple questions and three missed calls from him could be seen from your phone screen. You could not care less at the moment. Everything felt too much and it would drain you dead just to make a single reply.

KNOCK KNOCK

Freezing in place, hand balled into fists. You knew Yoongi enough to even know his door knocking pattern. You were tempted to just ignore and hoping he would go home, but as a matter of fact, the guy had a spare access key to your place and he only knocked out of habit.

“I’m coming in.” The voice warned, seemingly right in front of the doorstep.

The expression that was plastered on Yoongi's face was unreadable. He had ditched his suit and tie somewhere and his eyes were insignificantly droopy from the alcohol. Your eyes locked for a quick second before you looked away, remembering how puffy your eyes probably were and how your makeup looked like a mess because of the cryings.

“Why are you here?” You managed to say.

“My sweater.” He said stoically.

“There,” You pointed with your eyes. “On the table.”

He approached closer after taking off his shoes. You saw him bent down in front of you, but instead of grabbing the sweater, he chose to sit next to you.

You did not know what to say. He wasn’t exactly saying anything to you either, just simply sitting down, listening to your heavy breaths.

“You know, I came here to tell you to put an end to us…” Yoongi suddenly broke the silence.

You did not reply, nor look at him. Only tears flowing out quietly as your head crooked to other direction.

“But seeing your red eyes and messy makeup, all I wanna do right now is to kiss you like I mean it.”

“Yoongi, stop.” You said with shaky voice.

“No.” He delicately took your wrist and pulled you closer. You still refused to look into his eyes.

“Stop… Please.” You begged. At this point you were sobbing, biting your lips hard so you wouldn’t make too much noice.

Instead of saying anything, he cupped your face with his palms, kissing you. Your gasp and whining were swallowed by him altogether with your tears. You tried to push him at first, but your body quickly gave up to his touch.

He broke the kiss to give pecks on your forehead, your eyes, cheeks, ears, the tip of your nose, before going to your neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, hugging you comfortably. You could feel his heart beating in such rapid pace.

“Both Namjoon and Jimin almost hit me.” He chuckled nervously, head still resting on your shoulders in a hug. “When I told Joon that we’re secretly messing around with each other, that was his initial reaction. Later on, when we found out you left, I’ve never seen Jimin’s eyes filled with so much rage.”

You didn’t say anything, just letting him continue. Quite frankly, you could not decipher anything he had just said to you.

“The thing is, I’m not angry at them for accusing me of doing vile things and hurting you. I’m angry because it’s true. I am dumb and we shouldn’t have played with fire.”

“I should’ve stopped.” He withdrew, looking at you softly.

You bit the inner of your cheeks, fighting the tears from coming out. “I’m at fault too, you didn’t force me into anything.”

“Yeah, but I wished I started differently.” He scoffed. “I wish we started differently…”

You looked at him directly with eyes full of hope. “Yoongi…”

“Can we start over? Can I take you on a date?” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Am I even allowed to?”

“But you told me you didn't want a girlfriend…”

“I said a lot of stupid things and also did not say some things I should've.” He sighed. “I called you this morning to offer you a ride.”

You looked at him with widened eyes. “Why didn't you say so?!”

“I'm a coward.” He slumped down, looking away from you. “And I thought it'd make you uncomfortable.”

You chewed your bottom lip. “Then what about what you said to Joon?”

“You heard?”

“Only parts when you said that we're just friends, with a very annoyed expression.”

“He asked about us and I told him the whole story. He was furious at first as I mentioned, but I explained more afterwards.” He paused for a few seconds, before exhaling deeply. “Of course I'm annoyed with the fact that we're just friends…” He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “I'm in love with you.”

A tear escaped your eye, the same time a big shaky smile formed on your lips. You laughed, it just felt right to. After all, this whole circumstance between the two of you was indeed funny. Funny how the two of you kept making love while hurting each other in the process. Funny how you were basically crying over your insecurity towards him when he was feeling the same way all along.

“Me too…” You chuckled. Tears now flowing freely and you did not give a damn. "I'm in love with you too.”

Yoongi smiled. His eyes looked glistened and his cheeks were a tad bit rosy. You thought he looked so pretty at that exact moment. He caressed your cheek with his right hand, before gently pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. He quickly kissed the top of your head and pulled you into a hug.

His fingers ghosted the zipper on your back, resting just a little over your butt. When he teasingly pulled down the zipper halfway, you slapped his chest playfully. He laughed and kissed your forehead. And your lips, your neck, and then every single part of your body.

You'd be okay this time though.

Thank you for reading! 🌤️

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 9 months

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The Elevator - Charles Leclerc

You had just gotten into the elevator of your apartment building, eyes glued to your phone as you texted a few friends. You knew there was someone else in there, but you didn't pay them much notice.

As the elevator started to ascend, the lights above you started blinking. The elevator rattled, before grinding to a stiff halt. "Shit," you mumbled, unsure of what to do. The stranger stepped forward to see if he could find the 'open doors' button on the control panel, but he just looked downright confused.

You finally got a good look at him, and he was handsome, to say the least. His dark brown hair was slightly overgrown and his green eyes glowed under the emergency lights of the elevator. "Normally the door button works," he mumbled, pressing the button a few times.

"I think you should probably press the 'get help' button," you explained, looking at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he lightly smiled, pressing the button with no more back-lighting. "And now, we wait," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"These guys take a while to fix this thing, so we're going to be here for a while," you said, knowing how long the maintenance people took to get to the elevator and find out the problems with it. "You live here?" he asked, trying to make conversation so that it wouldn't be awkward.

"Yeah, I've been here for about a year now, and I have taken the stairs every time apart from today," you said, causing the stranger to chuckle along with you. "What about you? I've never seen you around here before,"

"I'm just here visiting a friend, but I don't think I'll be seeing him anytime soon," he nodded, sighing. Silence settled over the two of you, and there was some sort of tension in the air. Both of you wanted to say something, but neither of you knew what to say.

"So, what's your name?" You asked, his attention averting back to you.

"I'm Charles, what about you?" he asked back, glad you were getting acquainted.

"I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Charles," you said, holding your hand out to him for him to shake. You had never done that before, so you were mentally asking yourself why you were being like that. Normally you just smiled or hugged someone, not shook their hand.

But, Charles was cordial and extended his hand out to you, shaking it. "The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," he said, something in his eye sparkling as he looked at you.

"So guys, we think the problem is something to do with the wiring, but we'll need to get a team down the elevator shaft to be sure. The minimum time we're going to be able to do that is an hour, the maximum... I don't know. It is a Saturday after all. The cameras aren't working, so if you two want to find a way to entertain yourselves, be my guest. I'll give you a five minute warning," the voice of someone rang out over the speakers.

You and Charles were both visibly creeped out by his suggestion, and you had a feeling that the cameras were in fact working and he was probably just being creepy. "I am perfectly entertained, thank you," you said, as if he could still hear you.

Charles chuckled at your comment, knowing it wouldn't come to that. Probably.

"We've got an hour, so there's time for a movie or something?" Charles asked, getting his phone out of his pocket. "You don't happen to have any popcorn, do you?" You smiled, taking a seat next to him as he also sat down.

"No, I don't, but I do have Netflix," he smiled, shuffling up closer to you.

"It's a good job I have bad habits when it comes to leaving the house," you said, producing a bag of popcorn out of your bag. "Every time I go out, I have to get some from the store around the corner. It's an own-brand, and it is the best," you explained, opening the bag and placing it in-between you.

"What kind of movies do you like?" Charles asked, taking some popcorn and popping it in his mouth, "This is really good, by the way,"

"I like comedies, or a nice romance. Or even better yet, a rom-com," you told him, taking some of the popcorn yourself, "But whatever you like is fine, I'm not too fussy,"

"Action comedy?" he asked, scrolling through his phone to try and find a movie.

"Sounds good to me," you nodded, taking your jacket off and making a pillow for yourself out of it. It was a lot better than sitting on the cold floor. "Now that is a good idea," he said, shrugging his jacket off as well. "Can you hold this?" he said, handing you his phone.

You took it and immediately scrolled to his 'continue watching' section. "You've got good taste here, Charles," you said, looking through what he had. "You've got some classics, The Office, Friends, Drive to Survive? What's that? And why have you only watched like, two random episodes?"

"Because they're the best ones, they have this guy called Charles Leclerc in them. He's great," he smiled, knowing full well you didn't know who he was. "We have the same first name, it's pretty cool," he smugly smirked, taking his phone back off you.

"How's Murder Mystery with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston sounding?" he asked.

"Pretty good," you nodded as he clicked play. You both sat there, laughing along to the movie and he had made a pretty good choice.

"Hello lovebirds! This is your five minute warning. I know the phrase is 'don't come knocking when the elevators' rocking', but we have to do what we have to do," the maintenance guy said over the speaker.

"This guy is so strange," you said to Charles, and he nodded in agreement with a laugh.

"And very horny," he said, causing a blush to creep up onto your cheeks.

"You got that right," you said, wanting to resume the movie. You stood up to put your jacket back on, since the temperature in there had dropped significantly. You decided you were just going to deal with having a sore behind.

Even with your jacket on, it still wasn't warming you up like you thought it would. You tried not to physically shiver, and Charles noticed. "You alright?" he asked, turning to the side to look at you. "Yeah, just a bit cold,"

"Here, take this," he said, pulling his jacket out from underneath him and draping it over your shoulders. "Are you not cold?"

"No, I'm fine," he said. Sure, it was a bit cold in there, but you looked like you needed it more. You were shivering.

After a bit, you heard some banging and crashing going on above you. "It's either help is here, or the sky is falling down," Charles said, pausing the movie so you didn't get interrupted anymore.

"Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully for you two, the issue is nearly resolved and you can be on your merry way in around five minutes," the weird speaker guy said.

"Does your friend still want you to go over?" you asked.

"Yeah, he said he's made dinner for us," he nodded, as the elevator sprung back into life and whirred into action. It started ascending the apartment block again, and stopped at the floor you had been waiting to go to for hours.

The doors opened with a ding, and the pair of you stood up from the cold floor. When Charles looked away for a second, you slipped a small piece of folded paper into his jacket pocket. "After you," he said, standing beside the door.

"Thanks," you said, stepping out and glad to stretch your legs. "You going left or right?" You asked as you stood in the corridor. "I'm going to 118, so that is...?"

"Left. Wait, 118? I live in 116," you said, smiling.

"You must know my friend, then,"

"I sure do, he's a nice guy," you said, leading the way and walking down the hall. "This is us," you said, standing outside of your apartment door. "Well, I enjoyed spending the world's longest elevator ride with you, Y/N," Charles smiled, standing in front of you.

"I enjoyed it too, Charles," you said. Charles didn't move, he just stood there with you.

"Hey, Charles, Y/N," your neighbour said, opening the door to his apartment.

"Hey, I'll see you later, Charles. I'll let you get to dinner," you smiled, unlocking the door. Charles reluctantly walked away, stepping into the next apartment along. As you took your multiple jackets off, you realised you still had Charles'.

Quickly running out of the door, you knocked on the next door and Charles opened it since he was still in the entrance hall. "Hey, your jacket," you said, handing it to him. "Thanks for that, I needed it," you smiled, turning away.

"Have a nice night, Y/N," Charles said, poking his head out of the door.

"You too," you chirped, closing your door.

When Charles went home that night, after taking the stairs, he rummaged around in his pockets to try and find his keys. As he pulled them out, a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor. He picked it up, and unfolded it when he went inside.

'We should go and get fresh popcorn next time - Y/N,' it said, with your number scrawled on the bottom. He smiled, opening his phone and immediately punching your number into his contacts. He didn't message for a while, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Hey Y/N, it's Charles. You free on Sunday? There's a carnival in town and my friend said they make popcorn with any topping you want, would love to go with you," he said, rewriting the message over and over before plucking up the courage and sending it.

You were about to close your eyes for the night when your phone beeped, and you saw a text from an unknown number. A huge smile spread across your face as you saw who it was from. "Hey Charles, I'd love to go to the carnival. We could walk from mine? Saves you driving all the way," you replied.

Charles was itching with excitement when he saw your text, and was immensely glad to have been in that elevator. Taking the stairs was overrated anyway.

A/N - Do we want to see Charles and Y/N go to the carnival in town and have popcorn?

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#f1 #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagines #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 #fluff #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagines #cl16

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lnfours · 10 months

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bad idea, right? | c.l16

summary -> and i told my friends i was asleep, but i never said where or in whose sheets

wc -> 2k

warnings -> me not knowing french (feel free to correct me pls 🫶🏻), making out, drinking, hooking up with your situationship, secretly pining for one another, fluff towards the end. unedited and shitty writing. for the charles girls who listen to olivia rodrigo <3

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if there was one thing lando norris didn’t understand the meaning of, it was subtle.

the music from the living room was booming off the walls, people littered in every open space of the house. red plastic cups were littered on every flat surface, the party lights lighting up everyone’s faces as they laughed, sang and danced.

you were sitting on the couch with the guys who had turned up, a fake smile plastered on your face as they all shared the same stories about one another you had heard 100 times. it wasn’t because you didn’t care, it was because of the lack of presence by a certain someone.

you had thrown on one of your best dresses, secretly hoping that it would catch charles’ attention tonight. however, much to your dismay, he didn’t show. as lando said, he ‘wasn’t feeling well’.

you knew it was a cop out of an excuse to come, but then again you couldn’t really blame him. you two were rocky, and there was no hiding it. everyone knew that the two of you were always back and forth, and at this point even you weren’t really sure what was going on. it was always one step forward and then three steps back, neither one of you wanting to fully jump in head first into something that had such real feelings. a little too real, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

you were pulled away from the conversation as your phone buzzed in your hand, the screen lighting up your face as you read the notification.

instagram:

charles_leclerc replied to your story: you look beautiful, chérie. where are you off to?

you hesitated for a moment before clicking onto the notification, the dms opening as you read his comment underneath the photo you had posted to your story a mere 20 minutes ago. you were posing in the mirror, showing off your dress as you smiled.

did you post it for him specifically to see? maybe, but no one had to know that. your fingers tapped against the keyboard quickly.

lando’s, which seems to be lacking your presence

the ‘read’ popped up at the bottom of your message almost immediately after you had sent it. you swallowed thickly as the bubbles appeared on his side of the chat, taking what felt like years for it to turn into a sentence.

were you counting on me to show?

you bit down on your lower lip, locking your phone as soon as you pressed the ‘send’ button.

perhaps. i don’t wear red often, you know

the sound of your name brought you back down to earth. your head snapped to the man next to you, smiling softly, “hmm?”

“you okay?” lewis asked, concern lining his voice. you nodded back at the driver, waving him off.

“just a little tired, s’all.”

the damn buzz sucked you back in as you read the words appearing on your lockscreen.

if i had known you had worn this for me, i definitely would’ve made an appearance

another buzz.

and please, we both know you look ravishing in red. you should wear it more often, amour. it suits you

you double tapped the second message, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you silently debated sending what you were thinking.

fuck it, it’s fine.

are you actually ‘not feeling well’ or was that just an excuse to be a homebody?

i had plans with this girl named ‘netflix’, but for you i can rearrange

you smiled softly to yourself. why are you giving into this? you’re just going to catch feelings and keep going around and around with him in this stupid game-

pick me up, charles?

don’t have to ask twice. see you in 20

you liked his message, locking your phone as you went back to the ongoing conversation between the boys in front of you. lando was slurring slightly as he was telling the story of how he had first met you to daniel, having mutual friends.

and somehow, charles’ name had gotten brought up.

“so are you and him…?” daniel asked, eyebrows pinched together. you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. play it cool. they can’t know.

“no, i’m not seeing him,” you lied, “sick of going around and around with him in endless circles.”

everyone nodded, a few of them saying ‘good for you’s and ‘rightfully so’s. if only they actually knew where you were going to be the rest of the night.

your phone buzzed in your lap.

parked a few houses down

planning my escape route now

this time, he double tapped your message, a small heart appearing on the bottom corner of it. you took in a breath, softly sighing as you went to stand.

“sorry to leave so early, boys, but i’m starting to get tired.”

you were reciprocated with ‘boo’s and ‘cmon, stay a little longer’s, but you laughed and shook your head.

“sorry, stass is already outside waiting for me.” you hated lying to them, but it was the only way.

stass, your roommate, would kill you if she really knew who was waiting for you outside and where you really were going.

you said your goodbyes, making your way through the sea of people as you headed out the front door. you looked to the right, spotting charles leaning against the hood of the red ferrari sitting underneath the streetlight a few houses down. you made your way over, smiling softly as you watched his eyes shift from your head to your heels. you were standing in front of him now as he looked at you with soft eyes, a smile on his face.

“as i suspected,” he smiled, “that dress is even better in person.”

you smiled back, pointing to the side of your lips, “you’ve got a bit of drool there, char.”

you both snickered as he placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the passenger side door, “fermez-la.”

he opened the door, letting you climb in before he shut it after making sure your feet were all the way in. you watched as he walked around the front of the car, opening his own door before sliding inside.

he looked over at you, eyes taking in your figure again, “tu es belle,”

you smiled again, your heart pounding as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face. you fought back the urge to nuzzle into his palm, his green eyes searching yours. you weren’t sure who leaned in first, but in what felt like a matter of seconds, you were leaning over the console as he kissed you passionately.

your fingers found the back of his neck, carding them through the strands on the back of his head. his had cupped your cheek, and everything about it seemed so right.

you found yourself shifting in your seat, slipping your heels off as you climbed over the console and straddled his lap. his hands gripped at your waist as you wrapped your own around his neck. his pupils were blown, lips puffy from kissing, hair fluffy from you running your fingers through it, and everything about him right now just looked so so good.

you leaned back down and met his lips, his soon traveling to the corner of your mouth, your jaw and eventually your neck. you sighed contently, leaning your head the opposite direction to give him more room. you went to shift your weight to get more comfortable, but you had accidentally grinded down on his hips. he groaned against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as his teeth grazed against the skin on your collarbone.

“my place?” he breathed out, leaving wet, open mouth kisses against your skin. his accent was getting thicker with each passing second your hands were on him, a sign that he was on the same page as you.

you nodded, “stass would kill me and you if you walked through the door.”

he chuckled softly, “yeah, i’d like to make it to see 26,”

you laughed softly, climbing back into your own seat and clicking in the seatbelt as he started the car. the rest of the drive was relatively quiet, except for charles’ playlist playing softly through the radio. his right hand found its place on your leg, his thumb moving slowly up and down the skin absentmindedly. you smiled out of the window, sure morally this wasn’t the best idea, but he makes every wrong decision feel so right.

once you arrived at his building and parked the car in the underground structure, the two of you made your way up to his apartment. he fished for the keys out of his pocket, you leaning your head on his shoulder, basking in the smell of his expensive cologne and the smell of his shampoo, the same scent that would linger for days whenever he’d sleep on your pillows. a smell you could never get enough of, the smell of home no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

once the door was opened and he placed his things by the door, the two of you were kicking off your shoes. you squealed as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up off the hardwood floor as he carried you down the hallway.

“charles!” you laughed. you could hear his chuckles as they echoed off the walls, his bedroom door opening as he placed you down softly on his sheets.

“i love it when you say my name,” his smirk sent shivers down your spine, his eyes scanning over your features for maybe the hundredth time tonight, “say it again.”

“charles,” you smiled back, his own smile lighting up his face, dimples making themselves prominent.

“again,” he urged and you laughed, shaking your head.

“no, i’m not saying it again.”

“please,” he pouted, “it sounds so good coming from you.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, giving in, because who could say no to him?

“charles,” you said it dramatically this time, “there. happy?”

“je t’aime.” he didn’t mean to say it, it kind of just spilled out of his mouth without a second thought. you blinked at him, waiting for him to mumble a ‘i take it back’ or ‘i wasn’t supposed to say that’, but his green eyes searched yours, a small smile on his lips.

was it worth going around and around in circles with him just to hear him say it? maybe, just a little bit.

okay, maybe a lot.

“char,” you whispered, he shook his head.

“i know you’re not ready, i’m not asking you to say it back right now, i just really needed to get it off my chest.”

the thing was, you loved him, too. you weren’t sure how to say it, but it physically hurt how much you loved him. it was like you were starved of oxygen before you met him, like he was your sun and you were beaming and glowing whenever he was around. you’d follow him anywhere, as long as he was yours.

sure, admitting it out loud was scary, but it was something you had already come to terms with. no one knew you like he did, and no one knew him like you did.

“i love you, too.” your arms linked around his neck as he smiled back down at you, a genuine smile. a smile so warm and bright that it made your heart beat a little bit faster.

“sois à moi,” he mumbled softly, “for real this time. no more 2am texts, no more circles, no more complications or sneaking around, just us. together, like how it should’ve been in the first place.”

“i’ve always been yours, charles.” it was true, wether he knew it or not.

“let me take you out,” he said, “a proper dinner, something you deserve.”

“only if you take me to that restaurant in the city,” you said, “the one with the fancy candles on the table.”

“anywhere you want, chérie,” he said, “as long as you wear this dress again.”

you smiled, “i suppose i can make that work.”

he leaned down and slowly kissed your lips, “so we have a deal?”

you nodded, your nose bumping his, “deal.”

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magentas-dystopia · 11 months

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Something I really lament is the move towards digital media. Slowly we start to never own the things we like. Even if we "buy" a digital game, or movie or show. It's locked behind a certain platform or service. Once it shuts down we lose it forever.

(me when big booby anime girl explosion Is taken off of Netflix)

I also feel like there's a certain charm to owning physical media, like things you can hold and the satisfaction from pressing a clicky button or putting a disc or cassette in and seeing it work.

(oooh so classy so retro so.. expensive in the modern day)

More people should try to make copies of what they own digitally, or try to buy physical media before it's lost from streaming services and digital storefronts forever. Like the case with certain games like Godzilla 2014 and Transformers War for Cybertron. They don't exist digitally anymore. Only hard copies exist outside of emulation and at insane resell prices like... INSANE ones for a mediocre Godzilla game

So yea. Buy some more CDs of those albums you have on replay! Buy a DVD of that niche obscure anime you like! And most importantly PLEASE PLEASE START MAKING HARD BACKUPS OF SHOWS YOU LIKE THAT YOU PIRATE!!! media preservation is important!

(me downloading every episode of Daredevil onto my hard drive to burn to a DVD later so I can give it to all my friends)

This is now going to be a Comprehensive guide on how to rip a CD

POLL TIME!

Burning and Ripping Disc's❤️❤️💕💕🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

STEP ONE:

BUY A CHEAP BLU-RAY/DVD DRIVE FOR YOUR WINDOWS COMPUTER

here are some I recommend!!!

i personally use this pioneer one :)))

DVD drives in general are relatively cheap from 30-20 smackeroos, but Blu-ray drives are around 80-100 bucks depending on the manufacturer but offer better support for copying HD video such as on a Blu-ray.

STEP TWO:

FIND A PIECE OF MEDIA YOU ENJOY.

in this case its gonna be a CD!!

i really enjoy Vespertine by Bjork, but i wanna have it on my computer just in case anything happens to my CD. SO. ill open Windows Media Player

(she hasn't changed since 2011 <3333 be urself girl)

ill insert the disc into the player. and it'll start playing!

Pause the disc and go into Rip settings

NEXT!! select the format!

if you want to conserve space and don't mind sacrificing audio quality select MP3! if you want to hear the same level of audio quality as preserved on the CD, select a format labelled LOSSLESS. I recommend .WAV files as they'll work with most devices including an android phone or iTunes on PC (more on that later ;3 )

NEXT!

create a folder on whatever u wanna save ur music to! (u can call it whatever u want the world is your oyster bestie)

THEN!!! FINALLY

go into more options on the Rip Settings menu!

select ur folder and press Rip CD!!!!

the fun thing of this now, is that you can pull these files on your computer and put it onto your Android device so you can listen to your hearts content without lugging around your CD in a player at high quality without any subscription service with free reign of who you can give your download to!

But Magenta! what if i have an iPhone?

ohohoo fear not bestie because iTunes on PC has an even EASIER way to do it

because simply putting in a disc with iTunes downloaded prompts THIS

(oooo so new age)

and if you have apple music on your iPhone this will sync to your phone if you logged into iTunes on PC!!

thank you for coming to my TED talk

#vhs #media preservation #piracy #no like for real. please just download the stuff u pirate just in case it gets taken down #ateez #atz #x files #godzilla #Björk

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depravitycentral · 1 year

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Friday Nights

Yandere! Yuu Nishinoya x fem! reader

Synopsis: A routine movie night with your best friend turns into a bit more than you bargained for – action movies, popcorn, drugged soda, and a man absolutely desperate for you, no matter how underhanded his methods may be.

Warnings: non-con, non-consensual drugging, choking, bruising, non-consensual groping, delusional Yuu, lowkey dragging action movies sorry, mentions of stalking, mentions of past non-con (by Yuu), somnophilia, implied somnophilia, obviously timeskip!Yuu who decided to get educated and go to college, mentions of reader’s pubic hair, fem reader

WC: 5.2K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

“So what movie do y’wanna watch?” Yuu asks, his voice high pitched with excitement as his brown eyes scan through the rows of movie titles. The TV perched on the wall is queued up with Netflix, the various titles jumping out and seeming to fly by as his fingers repeatedly press down onto the ‘next’ button, moving too quickly to even get a glimpse at the synopses.

You roll your eyes but giggle lightly, the behavior typical from him.

He’d always been a bit scatterbrained, impatient and always eager to go out and do something, for excitement and stimulation in every possible way. He was a busy body, a trait you admired about him, albeit something that occasionally had you ripping at your hair when he just wouldn’t stay still.

And yet, it was a reason why you loved him– one of your closest friends, a joy of a man that you felt lucky to have known since high school. He may have been in a different class, but through coinciding clubs and college seminars, a friendship had bloomed quickly and passionately, the both of you seeing a missing piece in one another.

“I don’t care, just please not Die Hard again. It’d be what, the twentieth time in the last two months?” You teased, sending him a glare as he pouted, lips puffing out as crossed his arms.

“Hmpf, you’re just jealous that I like actually interesting movies, not the shit you watch.”

Suddenly the popcorn bowl – fresh and dripping in butter and salt – that you’d just finished making was snatched away from his outstretched hand, an indignant huff spilling from your lips.

He spluttered, eyes blowing wide as he stared at you.

“Wha – you can’t do that!” He exclaimed, facing you with an incredulous expression.

You closed your eyes, puffing your chest and tilting your chin up. “Mmm, I made it, so I get to choose what I do with it.”

Yuu threw his hands up, shaking his head and asking in a defeated tone, “Okay okay, your liege, what must I do to earn some of your world class popcorn?”

Opening your eyes, your index finger tapped against your chin, fake contemplating. “Hmmm…”

“C’mon, I’m hungry!” He whined, shoulders drooping as he pouted.

You snorted, before sighing heavily. “Well, I suppose you’ll just have to apologize, and thank me for being so generous and letting you off so easily.”

He scoffed, eyes rolling to the sky as he flopped back against the cushions of his couch. “Sure, sure princess, I’m so sorry for offending you, and thanks for being such a softie.”

You smirk and glance over at him, holding out the popcorn bowl and watching as his eyes lit up, a hand immediately reaching out to grab as big a handful as possible.

“You’re a pig, you know that?”

He picked up a stray piece that had fallen onto his gray t-shirt, flinging it over at you and smiling through a mouthful of popcorn at your offended glare.

You laughed despite yourself, the man beside you too easy to forgive for his own good. Choosing to ignore the way he snickered at your failed attempt at seeming irritated, you instead focused your gaze onto the television, just to watch him pass through movie after movie under the action section.

Eventually, he landed on a rather non-descript action thriller that looked to have the same plot as the other twenty action movies he’d had you watch the last few movie nights. You were sure you’d be able to recite the lines word for word despite never having watched this particular film.

He glanced over at you, seeking your approval on the movie. You nodded, giving him a small smile despite your secret displeasure at his movie choice. Well, it’s not like I ever manage to stay up to watch the full thing, anyways.

The lights were dimmed, the crunching of popcorn accompanied by the opening soundtrack of the film. Your gaze focused on the screen, explosions and guns filling your sight as the plot droned on, the lead going through a heart wrenching loss of a family member, all typical so far.

Yuu seemed fully immersed in the movie, his profile showing the concentration in those brown eyes, his lashes barely fluttering as the movie continued. Popcorn was shoveled into his mouth, little gasps and expressions in response to the movie passing over his face frequently.

You smiled softly, the sight of him enjoying himself making you unspeakably happy. It was no secret that you’d developed feelings for your friend, but the years’ worth of fondness that had slowly seeped into your mind wasn’t worth endangering the tight friendship you shared, and so you stayed quiet. Yuu was a friend, nothing more and nothing less.

But he looks so pretty like this…

You sighed, adjusting yourself and taking a sip of the soda he’d brought over for you. It was a new brand this time, though it was still your favorite flavor, something he kept on hand in bottled form for nights exactly like this. The lid was always unscrewed, a few sips having been taken by him beforehand (“what? It’s not like we don’t share everything else, besides you’ve got decent taste! I just want to try it every time, you know?”), and as much as it made you feel like a creep and embarrass you, some small part of you enjoyed the fact that his lips had already touched the rim.

You shivered, snuggling deeper into the blankets you’d buried yourself in. You were acutely aware of his presence on the other side of the admittedly small couch, but as the movie continued on, slowly your eyes drifted closed, sleep overtaking you.

“Damn, wasn’t that such a good movie? I totally didn’t see the ending coming –“ He started, a wide grin on his face as he turned to face you, honey eyes appraising your sleeping form.

The ending credits of the movie were rolling, the music slowly fading into the background as he stared, your peaceful, unconscious form looking absolutely beautiful to him. He’d known he was in love with you for a while now – since your first year in college, really, after you’d approached him during a shared class and practically begged him to study with you. He knew you were only asking platonically, but you were so sweet and funny, your laugh was addictive, your eyes so pretty, your body looking so good in your tighter shirt…

Plus, you asked him to study – a poor choice, really, but that must’ve meant you’d noticed him and though you were smart! (You were sorely disappointed when he’d looked at you in confusion when you’d mentioned helium during your chemistry studying, but he was endearing so you let it slide.)

It was a bit of a hopeless spiral into his feelings, if he was being honest, and while he didn’t necessarily enjoy being stuck in a perpetual friend-zone with you, he was satisfied. He was just happy that he was able to spend time with you, to see you and speak with you, to have consistent movie nights like tonight where things became more bearable.

More bearable, if only because he got to do the things he’d spend all week daydreaming about, thoughts of you racing through his mind late at night when the knowledge that you were only a few hundred feet away from him was starting to get into his head. Movie nights were a near weekly occurrence, marked by Friday nights spent in his apartment, the old worn couch getting its fair share of use in many, many ways.

Yuu gulped, jaw going slack as he merely stared, the minutes ticking by slowly as his eyes raked over the curve of your nose, your brows and lashes, the soft parting of your lips. You were truly gorgeous, his ideal woman in every possible way, and as he slowly stood up, calling out your name a few times to make sure the drugs he’d spiked into your soda were effective, excitement began building up in his chest.

Sure, it didn’t feel great to be doing this, to have grown a habit out of the way he slowly uncovered your form, the blankets being pushed to the side as his breath grew ragged, his sweatpants slowly beginning to feel too tight, but it was too late now to stop, the habit too ingrained into his mind to ever seriously quit.

And as he pulled off his shirt and slowly wrapped your unconscious body into his arms, every ounce of guilt slowly drifted from his mind, the feeling of your form against his bare one making his head spin in the most wonderful of ways.

Moving you to the bed was easy – despite your consistent complaints of being too heavy, your weight posed no problem to the young man as he carefully set you down on his bed, your head lolling back against the pillows as he analyzed your expression. You were still out, thanks to the copious (but not dangerous) amounts of sleeping agent he’d administered into the fizzy drink before you’d arrived, his fingers nearly trembling with excitement as he’d handed over the plastic bottle to you. You were always so gullible, a trait he found simultaneously endearing and worrying, though it wasn’t as if he had any real nefarious intentions – better him drugging you than some random creep, right?

At least he normally made you come.

Yuu shivered, exhaling slowly as he tugged his pants off, his lack of underwear allowing his already mostly hard cock to spring free, the leaking tip flushed a dark red as he moved to situate himself between your legs, his hands lightly dusting over your legs as he debated what to remove first.

Undressing you was always a process – a slow, methodical one, arguably one of his favorite parts about the whole ordeal. Depending on his mood, he’d start at different spots – if he was feeling more handsy, aching to grab onto you and never let go, your top and bra were first to go, followed by a solid twenty minutes of his hands carefully groping and squeezing at your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples until they were puffy and sore looking, perfect to latch onto and suckle at while he basked in your scent. Other times, it was easier to simply begin where the real magic happened – if his cock was positively aching, desperate to be touched and buried inside of you, it was hard to hold back. Your shorts and panties would disappear, your legs spread and his tongue eager to work at your folds, getting you prepped for what he always swore would be a more gentle fucking, a situation in which he’d make love to you rather than hump into you like some wild animal.

The promise had yet to be fulfilled, but with opportunities arriving every week, he was confident he’d manage to achieve his goals in the near future, right after the ever-present initial shock and ecstasy that being inside of you brought him.

He shivered, reaching up to peel off the hem of your sweatshirt, your soft skin exposed as he carefully shifted you around. He was cautious to not bend your elbows in an uncomfortable or jostle you around too much, though he knew you wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, much less from something as light as a few tugs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your bra – a simple t-shirt bra fit with a neutral shade, nothing he’d ever see on the cover of a magazine or in porn, but something arousing and enticing all the same, if his cock’s throbbing and pulsing had any say.

As soon as his nimble fingers had unclipped the garment and tossed it to the side, immediately he was licking his lips, reaching up to run his fingers up your stomach and towards your chest, taking a breast in each hand and firmly squeezing.

“Ah, Yuu, I love it when you touch me…” He whispered, voice rising in pitch to sound similar to yours, the fantasy of hearing you encouraging his sexual exploits with you sending yet another wave of arousal down to his groin. It had been strange, the first few times he’d tried to talk to himself and pretend to be you, embarrassing to the point where he’d struggled to meet your gaze for a few days later (though he’d laughed it off as some joke about how he’d just been fulfilling a dare about ignoring you). But as time passed and he’d gotten more used to it, he found himself suddenly unable to get off without imagining your responses. He found himself depending on imagining and imitating what your moans and whimpers of his name would sound like, the noises you’d make as he fucks you on his fingers or stuffs that pretty mouth full of his cock.

“I love it too baby, you’re so fucking soft.” He groaned, hands squeezing a bit harder as he groped and kneaded at your breasts, pinching the pebbled flesh between his thumb and pointer finger as he lightly rutted against your thigh, the friction making him hiss and dip his head, nose coming to rest right over your clothed cunt.

He inhaled deeply, the musky scent driving him wild with lust as his hips bucked extra hard, the sensation making him desperate for more more more, to see and feel your body clenching and creaming around him.

After a final, harsher squeeze against your breasts, his hands wandered down your sides to rest at your hips, untying the drawstring to your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties. The recent development of you choosing quite possibly the shortest shorts he’d ever seen in his life to wear to your weekly hang outs was arguably one of the best things to happen to him, something he’d be eternally grateful for for years to come, a memory he’d look back on with flushed cheeks, a flustered smile and an aching cock.

The sight of your pubic hair and bare thighs had him groaning, his eyes fluttering shut as anticipation roared through him, the familiar image making the phantom taste of your slick against his tongue stronger than he’d thought possible. Carefully grabbing your knees, he spread your legs further apart to expose more of your cute little cunt, before throwing your legs over his shoulders to allow more dexterity for what he was planning next.

Now eyelevel with your cunt, Yuu shut his eyes and inhaled deeply once more, the smell stronger now, richer and more prominent and oh so fucking delicious, drool slipping down his chin as he shuffled closer, quite literally burying his face into the soft mound between your legs. He shivered, his entire body convulsing as he slowly gyrated his head, spreading the minimal slick and discharge along the bridge and tip of his nose, fully immersing himself in as much of you as possible. You were gorgeous, perfect and delectable, and as he lightly pulled back to lick his lips, Yuu groaned.

“Please, no teasing Yuu, y’know I need you, I want you so bad.” He whined out, his hands finding solace at your thighs, finger tips digging into the plush fat to hold your unresponsive body still. Fantasies of the way you’d writhe and shake under him flooded his mind, the idea of you being so overcome with desire and impatience that you’d literally beg him to touch you, to taste you giving him a blood rush.

“So impatient baby, so greedy…” His voice was muffled against the space of your inner thighs as he peppered kisses against the sensitive skin (though careful to never leave any hickeys or bruises, no matter how desperately the temptation ate away at him). “Always wanting so much, you’re so lucky ‘m so generous, all for my sweet girl.”

And with that, he dove in, licking a long strip up from your quivering hole to your clit, tongue circling around the little bud in earnest as he groaned, the sound sending vibrations against your body as you lightly moaned in your sleep. Lips attached to the bundle of nerves, cupping around the area as he sucked and licked, managing to work your body exactly how he’d learned after months of having you all to himself for hours at a hand, all with the sole goal of getting you ruined and hazy with sleep-ridden pleasure.

Rationally, he knew that he didn’t really need to get you off before fucking you, especially with you being unaware either way, but the fantasies built up in his mind were more catered towards you genuinely enjoying the experience, moaning his name and grasping at his hair as he worked you towards an orgasm, getting you to the brink before pushing you over, making sure you were ready to take the oftentimes animalistic pace of his hips.

Lewd sucking and slurping noises reverberated through the room, the movie having ended a while ago. He grunted against you, fingers digging into your thighs before moving one hand to gently prod at your entrance, his tongue continuing to work away at your clit. Carefully, he pushed a finger inside, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him driving his hips to hump forward. His comforter created a delicious mix of pleasurable pain against the sensitive skin of his cock.

You whimpered lightly in your sleep, head lolling to the side, and for a moment Yuu froze, terror that you’d wake up slapping him harshly in the face. He stayed still for a few seconds, staring up at you with wide silver eyes and a ring of creamy, off white slick around his mouth and across his nose, before gulping and returning back to position. He needed to make you come, the urge too strong to ignore, and with a new vigor Yuu was curling and scissoring his fingers, rubbing up against the spots he knew had you jerking and twitching in your sleep.

And, five minute later, he wasn’t disappointed in the least – your hips violently jerked upwards, a small gasp tumbling from your pretty lips as you orgasmed, your body shaking underneath the firm grip of his hand as he worked you through your high. His tongue never stopped moving, his fingers slowing their rhythm but never stopping, the entire experience of feeling your walls flutter and clench and seeing your chest rapidly rise and fall making him all too eager to pull back, but not before placing a quick kiss to your clit that had you twitching.

Tongue flicking out to lick up any residual slick, he smiled down at your form, leaning over you on his knees to cradle your cheek with a cum-stained hand, whispering down at your unconscious form, “You’re so pretty, look so beautiful when you come for me, baby.”

“Anything for you Yuu, wanna make you feel good too.” He mumbled, fingers coming down to toy with your nipples again, idly flicking the sensitive flesh as he briefly lost himself in the imaginary conversation.

“Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that angel?”

“Wanna taste you, please?”

“Shh, tonight is about you princess, and you wanna suck my cock?”

“Yuu! Don’t say it so lewdly…”

“You’re not saying no, baby, that must mean you want my cum down that pretty throat of yours, huh?”

He moved to trace the shape of your lips with a callused thumb, his breath hitching in his throat when your lips parted, his thumb sliding inside to rest idly against your tongue. A strangled groan tumbled from his throat, his cock rutting against your newly slick pussy, the feeling making his eyes tightly squeeze shut.

“You make it sound so dirty, just like it when you’re in my mouth okay? It’s not weird!”

He laughed, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and instead placing it in his own, sucking your spit off the appendage. “I know baby, I know. But right now, I wanna fuck you, wanna feel that tight little cunny squeezing me, ‘kay? And you know how much I love the little noises you make when you’re creaming on my cock.”

And with that, his hand traveled down to wrap around the base of his shaft, giving himself a few pumps that earned a soft hiss from his lips. His other hand moved to press against the mattress, supporting his weight as he nudged his tip against your slick folds, biting his lip as he languidly brought the tip up and down, collecting your cream, feeling the way it mixed with his precum as he slowly shuffled forward.

Your legs were spread out at an odd angle, surely hurting your hips, but as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly pushed inside, Yuu couldn’t find it in himself to care – how could he, when your walls were sucking him in, wet and warm and fuck, how could you be so tight even after he’d prepped you?

“Oh fuck, hnghh-“ He groaned, head lolling forward to bury itself in between the junction of your shoulder and neck, the overwhelming sensation of your pussy welcoming him in making his head swim. His breath came in pants, his muscles twitching as he tried to give your unconscious body a few moments to adjust, knowing that despite his work to get you loosened up and ready, it would still take a bit to get used to him.

“God, do you even know how fucking goo – shit, good you feel baby?” He stuttered out, voice strained as he slowly pulled out, before pushing back in, keeping the pace slow and steady, as much for you as for him.

The squelching noises of his cock stirring up your insides was euphoric to him, the sound of him fucking you making him dizzy, only furthering the sensations racing up his spine. The pleasure, even from being inside you for a grand total of forty five seconds, was mind-numbing, every part of him focusing on going deeper, harder, faster, giving you more more more –

“Oh Yuu, oh – ngh, oh please, you’re so big!” He squeaked out, imagining the way your nails would scratch down his back, his hips pistoning into you, angling up to hit that spongey, magical spot inside of you that would have your back arching and your voice turning into a near scream.

“Oh god, fuckin’ - shit baby, wanna feel you come on my cock again please – “ He gasped, eyes squeezing shut as you gave a particularly hard clench around him, his balls twitching in anticipation. “Fuck, I love you, oh fuck I love you so much, I love you I love you I –“

“A-ah, what –“ A small mumble had Yuu freezing, silver eyes blowing wide as his hips stood at a stand still. He audibly gasped as his gaze darted down to your face, seeing your bleary eyes staring up at him, dizzy with sleep and confusion as you slowly took in your situation – Yuu above you, his face beet red with sweat lining his temples, the dull throb between your legs, the strange sensation of something stretching you out, pushing at your walls.

The situation was slow to make sense to you, but as soon as he shifted slightly and the resulting sensation of something lodging itself deeper into you registered, your eyes were suddenly widening, fear and panic gripping your heart as you realized exactly what your former friend was doing, why the cold air of his room had felt so strange against your bare skin.

“Oh my god – Nishinoya what the fuck – “ You started, hands coming up to push him away as you squirmed, but the way he suddenly plopped down onto you, pinning your legs and arms to your side had you halting any movements, the hand covering your mouth only making you panic harder.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to flail, thrashing underneath him only to find that he was much, much stronger than you remembered him being – not a single movement panned out, your limbs essentially useless as Yuu panicked above you, completely unsure of what to do next.

What had happened? He’d been using those sleeping pills for months – not once had you ever woken up, regained any semblance of consciousness, anything at all! You’d been dead asleep for hours afterwards; plenty of time for him to get off and clean you up, to get rid of any trace of his activities, even as painful as scooping out the cum from inside of you had been.

The sudden memory of the new brand of soda he’d bought on a whim surfaced, making his eyes narrow. Maybe there’d been some reaction with the drug?

“I – oh fuck!” He started, eyes darting between yours, watching tears well up in them as you tried to bite at his hand, anything to get him away.

Sure you’d had a crush on him, but what was he doing? You’d been asleep, you were sure of it – and here he was, fucking you, having presumably undressed you and done god knows what else. You felt sick, the sinking feeling in your gut making bile rise up the back of your throat.

“I – I can explain!” He stuttered, mind racing as he tried to think of a solution to this, now that you were obviously terrified and likely hating him, thinking of him as some monster, a pervert, a criminal…

A muffled scream slipped through your lips, one that had him cringing, his hand pressing harder against you in an effort to drown out the noise as much as possible. “Shh! I swear, this isn’t as bad as it looks – I, god, how do I explain this?”

His voice was miserable, defeated and still ragged from the fucking, but at the slight shift of his hips, your body betrayed you. A small whimper, muffled behind his hand but still audible, and the clench of your cunt around his cock had Yuu cursing, head falling forward slightly, the influx of emotion making tears spring up in his own eyes, matching your own pearly ones.

“It’s just – well fuck, I might as well come clean then, huh?” He bit his lip, slowly moving his hips forward, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slowly fucked into you, the pleasure too overwhelming for him to stay still.

You winced, the sensation of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls making you shudder, the pleasure certainly not what you wanted, and yet, with a small sob, it felt so good. It’s not fair, you thought – the man you’re in love with, taking advantage of you, and your body enjoying it so thoroughly, something that only gets confirmed as he slowly began speeding up, every thrust punctuated with a shameful moan of yours.

“I’ve – oh, I’ve loved you since damn near the fucking second I met you, a-ah, always wanted you, oh fuck baby –“ He groaned, resting his forehead against the pillow next to your head, his weight still distributed onto you and keeping you in place.

You froze, the sensations of his body and his words making your blood go cold, the idea that all this time, Yuu had felt the same hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was wrong, so wrong – and yet, why did your heart almost feel warm at his admittance?

“’ve wanted you, n-needed you, for so long, ‘m sorry, I’m sorry, god how are you still so damn tight,”, he hissed. “I’m sorry, oh fuck I’m so sorry oh –“

A particularly hard clench of your cunt had him gasping sharply, hips rutting up, the hold of his hand over your mouth momentarily broken in his moment of weakness. Quickly, your lips parted, preparing to scream for help, but Yuu’s hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat, pressing in harshly and making you splutter, the air barely circulating.

“No! N-no, no please baby please, don’t do anything rash, shit, it’s okay, I know you like – like being choked.” He grunted, making your eyes go wide. “’ve seen you choke yourself a thousand damn times, looked so fucking pretty while you fuck that little cunt with your fingers.”

You whimpered.

“Ngh, makes it feel – fuck, feel better, huh? More intense?” He muttered, keeping his hand over your throat, occasionally letting you gasp in a bit of air, but not enough to muster up a scream.

His hips were still snapping into yours, rutting up against that special spot, and before you could even question how he knew exactly where that spongy spot inside you was, the telltale signs of your orgasm were washing over you – that familiar tightness, the twitching of your muscles, the white edges of your vision.

You came with a hoarse moan, a shameful sound that had you pathetically thrashing, your attempts to resist his thrusts and strength pitiful at best. Yuu groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips stuttered, the fluttering of your walls pushing him towards his own orgasm.

“Oh god, here it comes – oh shit, oh fuck, oh take it, take it take it take it -!” He moaned, the sound high pitched and desperate, and to your absolute horror a distinct warmth registered inside you, ropes of cum settling against your unprotected walls in bursts, making you stare up into those brown eyes lidded in ecstasy. His hand sporadically tightened around your throat, surely leaving harsh bruises against your sensitive skin.

After a few moments it was over, his hips finally slowing to a stop after fucking through his orgasm, his breath ragged and fanning over your face. He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you with a passion and desperation that had your head spinning, the feeling of his cock still lodged deep inside of you making you simultaneously disgusted and aroused.

He parted after a few moments, your own breath harsh as well from the hand still limiting your supply of oxygen. He rested his forehead against yours, hazel eyes staring down at you, a million thoughts a minute racing through his mind. Somehow, despite your struggling, you’d been even better than what he was hoping for – perfection, literally, and while he would’ve preferred you to enjoy it, to engage with him and love the feeling of him inside of you, Yuu was glad for what he could get.

“I – I love you.” He whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable, hazy with the after effects of pleasure. Your brows furrowed, body having grown numb from lack of blood circulation, and as the hand tightened and you slowly blacked out, the feeling of his hips beginning to move once more had you distantly squealing.

“Love you, and fuck, guess I don’t have to confess, huh? Don’t have to worry about you saying no now.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere nishinoya #_lee's fics #_yuu nishinoya #_karasuno #_haikyuu #haikyuu smut

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minkyungseokie · 15 days

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𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 | The Beginning

warnings; none for this part

note; I'm going to be so deadass, I had no idea how to start this. It starts in 2020, but the gifs won't be from that time. It's so hard to find gifs for Alex and even harder to find one of both Alex and Lily. If you know where I can find some good ones, lmk

Anyway this is almost like a soul mate au kind of thing, but not at the same time. Also, pretend The Uncanny Counter came out earlier than November

fc; Jung Ho-Yeon

Alex Masterlist | Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Series/Full Fic Masterlist | Talk to me

Like the Stars Above Us | Next ❧

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A short girl sat in her LA apartment with her remote in hand and a bored look on her face. She was bored and had nothing to occupy her time or entertain her that way her days won't be so long and mundane.

The girl sighed and tossed the remote to the side before picking up her phone to see if her boyfriend had sent her any messages, but when she saw nothing, she huffed. She knew he wasn't really busy with work since they were all told to go home and quarantine.

With yet another sigh, Lily Muni He opened up her Instagram and took a picture before putting a question sticker somewhere on it that read; 'currently bored. give me some show suggestions to get me through quarantine.'

Lily then swiped out of the app and opened the messenger app, clicking on her boyfriend's contact and sending him a quick message just saying good morning. Lily had to wait a bit in order to get some good answers so she didn't know what to do to pass the time until then.

The woman stood up and went into her kitchen to see what kind of things she had to nibble on while she watched whatever was recommended.

After a few minutes. Lily finally sat back down on her couch and picked up her phone. The Chinese woman opened Instagram and looked through all of the suggestions that her followers had sent in. As she looked through the suggestions, she looked at the shows descriptions on Netflix.

None of them caught her eyes or made her want to look at them and as the number of suggestions dwindled, Lily's hope to find something to occupy her time did as well. "Well, there's only one more. Let's hope this one is good or I'll lose my mind." Lily muttered, looking to the side where the hutch of her rabbits sat.

Lily looked at the last suggestion and stared at the title with a furrowed brow. Sometimes the gut would let people know whether something was a good idea or a bad one, but she had never had a gut feeling that she should watch something before. Lily put her phone down and searched for the title she was given.

'The Uncanny Counter'

Lily didn't even read the description of the show. She just clicked play on her remote and started watching the series.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Lily didn't know how long she had been sitting on the couch and watching the Korean drama, but she knew that she was hungry, kind of tired, and her butt was numb. As soon as episode four was over, Lily paused the show and rubbed her eyes.

Her head turned to the side, gazing out the window as she yawned tiredly. It took her a few moments before she did a double take and looked out the window once more.

It was dark out. She had been so engrossed in the show that she didn't realize that it was getting dark out, which meant that her lover had probably finished whatever he was doing and he was probably worried that she hadn't answered her phone like she usually did.

Lily turned back to the couch and practically dived to grab her phone off the spot on the couch where she last tossed it away. Lily groaned as she saw that she had, in fact, missed a couple of texts from her boyfriend. Lily pressed the call button and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, love." The voice of her boyfriend greeted, "Hey, baby. I'm sorry that I missed your texts. I was watching this show and it was just so good that I forgot to do anything other than watch." Lily rushed out.

The man chuckled, immediately soothing Lily's nerves, "It's okay. I did the same to you earlier while I was streaming. What was the show you were watching?" He asked.

Lily brightened and stood up straighter, "Oh Alex, it's such a good show. It's a Korean drama about a disabled boy...actually, we should watch it together. We can FaceTime while watching it and you can fall down the rabbit hole with me." Lily suggested.

"I don't know. It doesn't sound like something I'd be interested in." Alex said, "Oh, come on! Alex, it'll be so fun! We can do one of those Netflix watch party thingies. You'll fall in love with it just like I did." Lily tried.

"I'll think about it. How did you even find out about this show? I didn't think you'd be interested in Korean dramas." Alex said, "It was recommended to me by one of my followers. I wasn't going to watch it, but... this is going to sound completely crazy, but I felt drawn to the show and I didn't understand why." Lily started explaining

Alex cleared his throat on the other en of the phone, "What do you mean you felt drawn to it?" Alex questioned, "You know how you said you felt drawn to me? It was like that, but to the show." Lily answered

"Uh-huh."

"Before you judge me, pull up Netflix and look at the show 'The Uncanny Counter' tell me if you feel it too." Lily all but pleaded with her boyfriend. "Okay, love. I'll do it. Just take a deep breath and calm down." Alex's voice grew soft when he heard the panic in Lily's voice.

Lily inhaled through her nose until she could physically no longer breath in before exhaling through her mouth, "Are you calm?" Ales spoke up after a few more inhales and exhales.

Lily nodded before realizing that Alex couldn't see her, "Yeah, but can we Facetime? I need to see you." Lily said breathily, "Of course, baby. Hold on." Alex hung up the phone before the familiar sound of the FaceTime ringtone rang, piercing the momentarily quiet air.

Lily answered, sitting down and propping up the phone on the coffee table, "Hey, you look gorgeous." Alex complimented, giving his girlfriend a cheesy smile. Lily giggled and looked at Alex with nothing but adoration in her eyes, "Well, let's look at this show you were talking about." Alex said, picking up his remote.

"Did you eat something bad today? Could that be the reason for the feeling you had? What was it called again?" Alex questioned, "No, I didn't eat anything bad. It's called The Uncanny Counter. I think I know what it was that drew me to the show." Lily said, watching her boyfriend pull up the show.

She watched as Alex's smile disappeared, "You feel it too, don't you?" Lily asked. Alex nodded, "Now do me a favor and look up the name Jung Y/n. Tell me if you also feel it then. I saw her name in the opening credits and I got the same feeling." Lily said.

Alex looked down at his laptop with a dazed look on his face, 'Is that how I looked when I saw her?' Lily couldn't help but wonder.

"Do you know what it is? This feeling?" Alex questioned, looking up at his gorgeous girlfriend. Lily shook her head, "I don't, but I want to get to the bottom of it. I feel like we need to watch more in order to get to the bottom of it, don't you think?" Lily asked.

Alex looked back down at the laptop, "All we know so far is from this. She's a 19-year-old South Korean actress and model who has been working in the industry since she was at least six, but could've started earlier. She's appeared in both Japanese and Korean dramas and films that are all hits. She has a YouTube channel, a Twitch channel, and is apparently acting in a Japanese drama coming out in December." Alex reads.

"So we have plenty to watch until we can go back to work, huh?" Lily asked, smiling at Alex. "We sure do." Alex agreed.

The girl sighed and slumped down in her chair. Filming more than one series at a time was tiring and what made it even more complicated was the fact that one was filmed in Japan and the other was filmed in South Korea.

It was a lot to do, but it was well worth it. The Uncanny counter was filmed in January, February, March, and April while Alice in Borderland would film May, June, July, and August.

As the good ol' saying goes, 'There's no rest for the wicked' and sure enough, there would be no rest for her until the end of summer when all filming would wrap up. And then The Uncanny counter is slowly releasing during the filming of Alice in Borderland and Alice in Borderland would release in December.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair and looked around at her coworkers doing their scenes. She was used to constantly working as she had been doing this since she was six-years-old, but that didn’t make it any less tiring to do.

Plus, she had never done two shows in a row before so it would make sense that she’s tired.

A voice called, pulling Y/n out of her stupor, “Coming!” The woman answered back, getting up tiredly.

“Did you stay up all night watching that sport you like again?” The coworker asked, nudging the girl, “No, I didn’t stay up all night watching Formula One. The races have been put on hold due to Covid, so there isn’t much to watch other than old races.” Y/n yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

The two walked on set and waited for the director's direction, “Okay, let’s get this started.”

a/n; I know it's short, but it's just a sort of introduction to it all. I should've published this earlier, but as I have mentioned, I have a job now where I have to work from 3PM to 11:30PM and next week it'll be 5PM to 3:30 AM. I'll get as much done as I can, but don't expect much this week

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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kinktober - day 14: face sitting // j.b22

Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (f!receiving), face sitting - it’s literally what it sounds like

Word Count: 1,038

Author's Note: inspo for this post // I know you whores have been waiting for this one.

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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Your husband grows out his beard, it’s a shame to let such a pretty face go to waste.

Your husband has been away for work, and usually when he’s gone, he sends you photos from where he is or his outfits because he genuinely believes that he is not able to pick an outfit without you.

So imagine your surprise when you left the house empty and returned to see him sitting on the couch.

You weren't expecting him home for another few days and the sudden presents startled you. “What the fuck?! Jenson, you scared the hell out of me!” You huff, a hand pressed to your chest.

Your husband laughs, his back still to you. “Come help me take these bags to the kitchen,” you walk off, two of them in hand as you set them on the counter.

Jenson brings the rest of the bags to the kitchen, setting them into the counter. You two chat as you put the groceries away, you’re leaning on the counter until Jenson turns around to put something in the cupboard above your head.

Your hand grips his chin, his cheeks squeezed between your fingers. Jenson’s brows furrow, “what?”

“Nothing,” you smile, rubbing the palm of your hand over his jaw. “Just missed you.”

He smiles, resting a hand to your hip. “I missed you too,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you. You smile, “I don’t feel like cooking, let’s order something hm?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

The two of you end up on the couch while you wait for dinner, some random movie on Netflix running in the background. His arm wraps around you, pulling you into his side. He was warm and cuddly, his fingers dragging along your arm was putting you to sleep.

Jenson glances at you, smiling to himself. “Sweetheart,” he whispers, “aren't you hungry?”

“Hm?” you mumble, eyes closed as you cuddle further into his side.

“C’mon darling, dinner will be here soon. Surely, you’ll want to eat.” He nudges you once more, getting you to sit up a little more. You sigh, settling with your back against his chest. Jenson’s arm resting over your shoulder and your fingers interlock with his.

You shift a little to get more comfortable and you glance up at your husband. “Sweetheart, you’re staring again.” He smiles.

“I’m not staring; I'm admiring.” You tell him, moving to sit on his lap.

Jenson chuckles, pinching your hip. “I’m flattered honey.”

“You should be,” your hand rubs across his jaw, the stubble prickling your skin. “I like this, you should keep it.”

“Yeah? Only have it ‘cause I forgot the cable for my shaver.” He laughs, giving you a kiss.

“Would probably feel good between my thighs,” you mumble, dragging your finger along his jaw.

He smiles, “you think so?”

You hum, nodding. “Can I sit on your face?”

Jenson’s brows furrow, a slight smile on his face. “What?”

He didn’t hear you correctly, his ears must be deceiving him. You didn’t ask him to let you do the one thing he’s been begging you to do all this time.

You’re quiet, finger dragging along his jaw. “Ask me again,” his eyes meet yours.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“Ask me again.”

You bite back a smile, smug son of a bitch.

“Can I..” you pause, kissing along his neck. “Sit on,” you move to press kisses to his jaw.“Your face?” You stop, finally kissing him.

Jenson lays back, you’re on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.”

You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but Jenson’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down.

“You asked to sit, so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you.

Jenson’s hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.

Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short hair.

Jenson’s tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.

He didn’t care.

He loved it.

Jenson had been begging you to sit on his face for weeks, if not months. Had he knew growing some stubble would do it, he would have done it a long time ago.

“That- oh!” Your chest heaves, tugging on his hair to get him to do that again.

His tongue doing figure eights over your clit.

Jenson’s grip on your thighs would leave marks as would his beard scratching along the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.

“Jense - oh fuck,” you tug on his hair, grinding down on his face a bit.

Jenson glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer. “You're so perfect,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again.

Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Jenson’s hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later.

He lets you shift off his face in your own time, settling back onto his lap before laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips.

Jenson lets you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away. He smiles at you, his hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him.

You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. “Maybe I should keep it, hm?” Jenson smiles.

Kissing him once more, you smile against his lips. “yes please.”

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Isekai Chronicles START

A/N: Welcome to my new experimental fic series! This is where you should start for context.

I don’t have it in me to write the 100k slow burn fic of my dreams, so I thought I’d try something new. I’m going to write the first chapter and everything else will be non-liner, episodic story telling based on YOUR prompts! Rule will be at the bottom of the chapter!

Summery: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix. Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree, monkey’s paw author.

We begin.

Master List

August 5th.

By the time you get home from your job, it’s pretty late. Work had been busy, to the point that your break had been pushed back so far that your supervisor just told you to go home thirty minutes early. You were pretty sure that wasn’t exactly legal but you weren’t going to complain about being able to go home. Lucky for you, it was payday which gave you an excuse to grab yourself some food on the way home. As if you wanted to cook after such a long day anyway.

You fumble with your keys and make it inside, kicking off your shoes and making your way to your room where you planned on having a very relaxing evening watching mindless tv while having dinner before going to bed.

Alright fine, you were going to have the tv on but you were probably going to be staring at your phone the whole time while the tv provided some background noise.

You pulled your wallet and keys out of your purse and dropped them in the backpack next to your bed. Tomorrow you were meeting with some friends and you’d need the backpack more than your purse. You plugged in your phone and started flipping through channels on your tv to find something to not pay attention to while you ate.

Pulling YouTube up, you looked through your recommendations, seeing an eclectic mixture of D&D related content, 6 hour video essays about shows that you’d never watch, and the occasional clip compilation from different shows.

STEVE HARRINGTON BEING A SINGLE DAD FOR 6 MINUTES

You laughed to yourself, and scrolled past it to watch some random video essay.

It was 1:58 when you finally decided that you needed to go to sleep. You forced yourself out of bed to pick up your trash and take it to the kitchen. The tile was cold on your feet, far colder than it should be. Actually, for being the middle of summer, it was freezing here now. It felt like the temperature was dropping rapidly.

You made your way to the thermostat, but it read normal to you. You really hoped that you wouldn’t have to call the a/c repair guy. That wasn’t exactly something that you could afford right now. Then again, it couldn’t be worse than the power bill you’d get if it kept up the cold.

Grabbing a hoodie from the laundry, you make your way back to your room. It was too late to call anyone to fix whatever was going on with the unit, so you’d have to call first thing in the morning. Yay.

As you cross the threshold to your room, your stomach drops. When you go to set your foot down, it felt as though you missed a stair. The room spins, and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the last time you were on a roller coaster. Your head feels light and everything around you spins faster and faster until you're on your knees, trying to hold in your dinner. The chill in the air was now almost a relief as you felt yourself burning up. If you got food poisoning from that fast food place you were going to be so pissed.

Just breathe. Just relax. It'll be okay.

You don’t even realize that your eyes are closed until you open them. It was dark in your room now and quiet. Too quiet. Had the power gone out? The tv was off, as well as the lamp that you had next to your bed. You stood up with shaky legs, the nausea slowly subsiding. You picked up your phone to check and see if there were any blackouts in the area, but your phone didn’t light up when you pressed the home button. You frown and try holding it down for 10 seconds to try and hard-start it, but nothing. It remained off, reflecting your worried face on the black screen.

That’s when you noticed the vines.

Creeping along the edge of your desk, snaking their way around the bedroom were long vines that tangled around your room. For a moment you were completely frozen, only your eyes daring to move along the strange plants. What the hell was happening?

As a child, you were prone to nightmares and sleep paralysis, and you were holding your breath, hoping desperately that this was the same as when you were so small. You had learned how to snap yourself out of it most times, and you focused all of your energy into clenching your hand into a fist over and over and over again. If this was sleep paralysis, this would have alerted your body enough to snap out of the dream state and wake up. Nothing happened.

You back up towards the window, convincing yourself that this was a bad dream. You'd fallen asleep and now you were having some sort of lucid nightmare. Alright, if this was a dream, you'd have to follow dream logic.

You grabbed your backpack, an old beat up thing that hadn't held school books in years. Now it was where you kept your role playing books for your weekly meetings with your friends. There was no reason to grab it other than this was a dream, and things don't make sense in dreams anyway.

Lucid dreams could be fun when they weren’t terrifying. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d had a dream where you were fully aware that you were in a dream. Though even in those dreams you weren’t fully there. There was a foggy feeling in your brain and in your limbs, that had to mean this was a dream. You wished briefly that there was someone here with you to share this with, some dream person to bounce ideas off of.

It was the loneliness of this dream-scape that made everything feel wrong.

You make your way out of the room again, it was just as dark and quiet in the rest of your home as well. Everything was covered in these weird vines, and you shuddered. You could see your breath now, and you rubbed your arms to get some sort of friction and heat. You make your way to your front door, reaching for the knob-

BANG

The door shook with the force of whatever was on the other side. You screamed and backed away, stumbling backwards over a vine that now wrapped around your ankle. It tightened around you, and you thrashed trying to get it off.

There was another BANG on the door, louder and harder. A piercing sound echoed through your home. Whatever was out there was strong, and loud, and did not sound human. You needed to wake up NOW.

There was a pair of scissors on the table behind you. If you could just grab them then you could cut this stupid vine off of you. Another vine shot out, grabbing your leg this time and you thrashed harder, reaching for the leg of the table and gripping it for dear life. You shook the table as more vines started for you, until the scissors fell next to you.

With a desperate amount of force you stabbed through a vine. Of course these were the shitty scissors, ones that you had been meaning to replace for weeks now. Your arm was sore as you hacked at the vines, the slamming of the door getting harder and closer to breaking through.

One good kick later and you were scrambling back towards your room, needing to find an out. You slammed the door behind you and locked it, as the sound of your front door broke open. Panic flooded your veins, any lucidity from this dream vanished in an instant and all you cared about was getting away from whatever the fuck was now inside your home.

You rushed to the window, which opened surprisingly easily. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you looked down. The fall didn’t look like it would kill you, but it did look like it could hurt like hell. But it was better to be able to get away limping than dying by a spooky vine monster. One good jump should lurch your brain awake enough to sit up and shake off whatever the hell this was. You looked down at the ground, adjusting the backpack and taking a deep breath.

Maybe you'd actually be able to fly if you were lucky. You never were that lucky though. In dreams, the best you could ever do was doggy paddle through the air for a few seconds.

You pushed yourself forward and found yourself tumbling to the ground. Your stomach lurched again, dropping as you fell forward. You tried to aim for the bushes to break your fall, but they never came. That feeling of being upside down washed over you again, and you fell with a hard thud on... concrete?

You groaned and sat up, the world had changed again to... you assumed normal? No, you had to still be dreaming as you found yourself in the middle of a street. It was dark, save for the lamp posts lighting the street. You took a few deep breaths, your head was still spinning and your stomach was protesting hard at what just happened. You took a few deep gasping breaths, begging yourself to not puke everywhere. You felt clammy, shaky, and now warm again. It was warm again.

There was an ache in your shoulder where you had landed on a hard concrete sidewalk. The backpack didn't help, and you slid it onto just one side of your body. You close your eyes and stretch it out. At least it didn't feel broken. That was a good sign.

"Holy shit." there was a voice from behind you, and you swung around to see two boys there.

One was... awkward looking. All gangly limbs and skinny with shaggy dark hair. He didn't look older than fourteen, in that awkward height where he wasn't quite taller than you but gave the impression he was just one growth spurt away from shooting up like a beanstalk- or maybe he was already in the middle of it?

The second boy looked more proportional. He was shorter than his presumed friend with curly hair and slightly darker skin. They were both looking at you like you were a fucking alien or something.

You might as well have been, considering that they had just seen you fall out of the sky, from a portal that absolutely had no business opening and shutting as quickly as it did. A portal, you'd come to realize, they knew about all too well.

You look at them, and they stare at you slack jawed.

"Shit." the shorter one says.

"Yeah. Shit." Agrees his friend.

"...Shit?" you echo back to them and that seems to snap them out of their trance as they start towards you.

"Did you just come from the Upside Down?" demands the taller one as they approach you.

"The what?" You stare blankly at them.

"The place with the vines everywhere!" the shorter one explains. "Looks like this place but darker and worse off? Crawling with demodogs possibly? Particles in the air?"

Particles? Had there been particles? You couldn’t remember, but you did know the vines. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of the fog of whatever this dream had turned into. Had you snapped your brain out of one dream to be pulled back into another? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened either. Everything just felt so cloudy still in your mind.

You made a move to stand up, but your legs refused. Looking down you could see the indents of where the vines had dug into your skin. This was all too confusing. Who were these kids and how the hell did they know about your nightmare? And where even were you??

"How di-" you froze as the two boys stepped into the spotlight of the nearest lamp post.

There's a funny feeling that happens when you're in a dream. Things make sense, except they don't. You blindly accept things that aren't possible. You could swear you have physical sensation, but everything feels the same. A 'clear fog' would be the best way to describe it, if you had to put it into words. Reality and fiction, a world of your own making based on the world you lived in. Nothing is real, but everything was real somewhere else. You can be in five places at once because your mind pulls the fabric of your memories together to form a seamless transition of all of the space and time you've ever inhabited.

When Dustin Henderson steps into the light, that feeling snaps and you're awake. Any traces of sleep and dream disappear and you had the same feeling you would get after waking up from a nightmare. Your heart starts racing in overtime, you feel clammy all over. Your shoulder hurts, and your mind feels sharp and panicked.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, digging your nails into your palm and feeling the sharp pain in your skin. Real. You are awake now.

Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson were standing right in front of you. You knew their names and faces- you'd watch them grow up over the years but now they were in front of you.

You were awake but they were standing in front of you, existing.

You hadn't even thought about Stranger Things since the season finale last summer.

"Hello?" Dustin waved his hand in front of you. "Come on, dude. We're not the bad guys!"

As if two high-schoolers could be. Then again, you had been in high school once.

"The Upside Down." you said. You could feel the slight vibration of your throat as you forced the words out of you. Your tongue moved in your mouth, saying each syllable carefully. Real. Your words were real. "Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?!"

Your question caught them both a little off guard. This time it was Mike (Mike!) who spoke up. "You're in Hawkins, Indiana. Did you come from a lab too?"

A lab? That was laughable. You have never been anywhere near Indiana before let alone a lab, unless you counted science classes.

"I... am absolutely not from around here." you said. "I have no idea where I am-"

"Hawkins," repeated Mike, missing the point.

"-Or how I got here."

"Portal from the Upside Down?" offered Dustin.

You dropped your backpack now. It felt too heavy, and your shoulder was still sore from the impact.

"Do you know what your name is?" Mike asked.

That was an easy question. You were able to at least give them your name.

While you were spiraling and trying to decide on what to do next, Dustin walked over to your bag, which had spilled on the ground. Well, spilling was a generous word. You hadn't zipped it up properly as the zipper had a bad habit of getting stuck so when you dropped it, the books inside had slid out partially.

"Player's Handbook?" Dustin asked, picking it up. "This isn't what this is supposed to look like"

"Fifth edition." the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Fifth edition, fuck they were no where near that in ninetheen-eighty-something. Were they on the second edition? Second edition came out in 1989- shit.

Mike grabbed your backpack before you could stop him. These teens were awfully grabby for having just seen you appear out of thin air.

"Dude" you said as they pulled out your heavy D&D books, looking at them in awe. The hardcover books rarely left your bag as you had your own table to play with every week. Well, every other week. Sometimes, maybe once a month? Scheduling was hard with a group.

Would your friends even notice you were gone? Could they notice you were gone?

Mike was thumbing through the Dungeon Masters guide, with wide eyes. "Where did you even get something like this?"

Well, you might as well rip off the bandaid.

"Hey, what year is it?" you ask, ignoring his question.

The two boys look up at you, then each other, and then at you again. There was a silent conversation happening between the two of them.

"It's August 5th, 1985" Dustin said.

"Right. Cool." you sat your ass on the concrete, suddenly feeling dizzy.

The two boys stepped away, talking to each other in harsh whispers that you could still hear.

"We need to bring them to El."

"El can't do anything, she's- she still doesn't have her powers back!"

"They fell from a portal from the Upside Down and don't know what year it is!"

"El's leaving in a week to move to California-"

"So?! We've saved the world in less time than that!"

"We don't even know if the world needs saving right now-"

"That was a PORTAL that opened and closed on its own from the Upside Down! You think that's NOT a sign of something happening?"

The two boys continued bickering as your mind raced. 1985, meaning it was somewhere between seasons 3 and 4. Early August, so no Hellfire Club, El's still here for at least a little bit- there's no mall. Not that you have any money anyway. You rack your brain, it had been so damn long since you watched the show and now you're here?

"You know I can hear you both, right? Like, you're not even trying to be quiet." You call out.

Mike and Dustin stop their discussion and turn back to you. "You're coming with us," Dustin said. "We need to know everything that happened and how you got here."

"Do I at least get to know your names?" you already knew their names, but they hadn't supplied them to you.

Introductions were shared and books were put back. You struggled to zip up your bag, knowing that it'd be a worse struggle to get them out later.

"We're going to Mike's house." Dustin explained. "We can hide you in the basement for now."

"You two are being weirdly okay with putting up a complete stranger that just appeared out of nowhere." you said.

"This happens a lot." Mike said. You laughed, yeah, you suppose for them it did.

"So, what year are YOU from?" Dustin asked.

You walked forward with the boys, feeling each heavy step as you navigate through the suburban neighborhood. At night, in the street like this, it didn't look too different from a neighborhood in your own time. The only difference being the site of a tube tv glowing through the window of one of the houses. If you ignored that, you could pretend that you were back home in-

"2023."

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RULES

-I’m not writing in a liner way, but I’m not ready to write any romance between Reader and Eddie. This is a slow burn after all! Current timeline I’m wanting to write is between August-December 1985. We will get to ‘86 later

-You can suggest reader do anything, there is no guarantee that I will pick your prompt!

-I already have the meeting planned between Eddie and Reader, that is off the table. Anything else is up for suggestion!

-Prompts must be submitted through ask, as “READER => Do something” If you know, you know.

-Reader is a weirdo, a freak, and is not shy or popular. Reader probably has really bad ADHD.

-If I need to add more rules I will, if I change rules that’s allowed because it’s my fic.

-This fic is officially named “That Time I was Transported into a Netflix Show And Joined A D&D Club” but I’ll be tagging it as “Isekai Chronicles” for simplicity

-Monkey’s paw author.

-Make it fun, everyone <3

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wandafiction · 3 months

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The Friends - Just Us Chapter 23

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4167

Series List | Chapter 22 | Chapter 24

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"Dorogoy." Wanda's voice travels up the stairs of the penthouse. We finally made it back here after a very long session of adult activities.

"Yes princess?" I call back as I start making my way downstairs doing up the last few buttons of my shirt rolling the sleeves up neatly past my elbows.

"Could I maybe invite my friends here?" She looks down at her phone screen as her fingers tap the back of the device.

"Of course. It just means some of the wine I've been hoarding will get drunk. I will get a guest code set up for them each, it's just the three of them right?" I wrap my arms around Wanda's waist bringing her close to me, trapping her arms between our chests as she rests her forehead against my shoulder.

"Yeah, just the three of them. What sort of time should they come here?"

"Whenever you want. We can just have a relaxed day if you want. Continue watching stranger things, maybe sit on the chairs on the balcony. It's a nice day for it."

"Okay well if I tell them to get here for 7, so food will be ready for when they get here and we can just relax and cuddle on the couch. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me princess. Or we can snuggle on the bed and watch the TV in my room, it's slightly more comfortable than the couch."

"Mhmm, I agree. I like the idea of being a loaf for the day."

"Why don't you go and get some comfy clothes on and I will come and join you on the bed in a second."

"Bring popcorn." Wanda shouts as she scurries up the stairs inpatient as ever.

"Anything for you princess." I shout back, making my way to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of popcorn each.

As I make my way into my room, Wanda is already under the covers sitting against the headboard with a few cushions to relax against with one in her lap resting her arms on it. I look to the TV to see the show up and ready to play, a small smile on my face as I make my way over to the bed. Wanda pulls back the covers grabbing one of the bowels, placing it on the cushion in her lap so I can get comfortable on the bed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask if I could just log on to your Netflix and set it up. I should have waited." I sit criss-cross applesauce pulling the covers back over mine and Wanda's legs as I look down at her.

"It's okay princess, you can use my Netflix anytime you want. Oh that reminds me, I left it logged in on your TV so you can watch it at your place."

"Thank you. Can the boys use it too?"

"Of course they can Wanda, that's why it's on there. For you guys to be able to have family film nights so the kids can take a break from whatever kids do nowadays."

"That's really lovely of you dorogoy. I think I got lucky with my boys, they love their music. They are even a part of the school band. I don't have any instruments at mine but I know their dad has a guitar and drum set at his place." Wanda presses play on the show, as we settle in to continue watching stranger things and have a lazy day.

I don't even notice how much time has passed, until Wanda's phone goes off next to her and her eyes widen.

"The girls are on their way. They will be here in thirty minutes. Shit I forgot to cook, and I look a state!" Wanda jumps from the bed in a rushed state.

"Princess calm down. Why don't you get washed and ready, and I will get something cooking. Do the girls have any allergies at all?" I move from the bed to stand in front of Wanda placing my hands on her shoulders allowing her to calm down.

"Yes, right, I will go get myself sorted. The girls don't have any allergies and are not fussy with what they eat. Sorry I'm just a little nervous."

"It's okay princess, but shouldn't I be the one who's nervous." Wanda huffs out a laugh as she finally relaxes leaning her body against mine so I wrap my arms around her neck gently.

"You're right, why aren't you nervous."

"Oh I am, I've just learned how to hide it. Now is spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread okay for food?"

"It's perfect, you're perfect. Thank you dorogoy." Wanda stands on her tiptoes to give me a sweet kiss that I reciprocate.

"Now go get yourself ready and I will get everything sorted in the kitchen." I playfully swat Wanda's butt as she makes her way into the ensuite causing a cute squeak to leave her lips.

I straighten out my clothes as I walk down the stairs. I am wearing some simple skinny fit jeans, plain black socks and a white button up shirt. I mean I could wear shoes but we are not going out, so I can't be fucked to wear them. What a way to meet Wanda's friends... in my socks. I get into the kitchen, immediately placing a pan on the hob setting it on a low heat so it can warm up before I put the mince in.

I'm swaying my hips to the music that's echoing through the kitchen, getting the last of the dinner ready. The spaghetti has a few more minutes and the mince and sauce is just simmering away so it stays hot, the aroma of the garlic bread is also spread, letting me know that it is most done too.

"Dorogoy." Wanda's voice brings me out of my cooking trance, but I don't turn around as I keep an eye on the pasta to make sure it is cooked perfectly but hit the pause button on my phone, which is next to the hob, stopping the music.

"Yes baby girl?" I hear the clearing of a throat.

"Uh, y/n." This time I turn around when I hear Wanda mumble and am met by the faces of her friends and a very red faced Wanda. Whoops.

I recognise two faces from the night I met Wanda. Natasha is the one with short blonde woman. Sharon is the taller blonde of the three. The third blonde must be Yelena. Wow, I don't think I've seen so many blonde's in a room since highschool, where all the cheerleaders try to look the exact same. Both Natasha and Sharon are smirking at Wanda while Yelena's jaw is wide open, her eyes flicking between me and Wanda.

"Right, okay. So food is just about done, why don't you guys get settled at the island and I will bring it over for you and we can open a nice bottle of red to go with the meal." I clap my hands together once as I turn back around to strain the pasta: turning the hobs off.

Wanda joins me in the kitchen moving to the cupboards to grab out 5 plates, the cutlery and each of us a wine glass. As she moves past me to put the plates down on the counter so I can dish up the food, she leans up to give me a peck on the cheek and we hear a chorus of ews behind us which make me laugh but I see Wanda send them all a middle finger.

"Could you just grab out another plate for the garlic bread princess?"

"Yeah. Can I put some music on?" Wanda moves to grab me another plate as I use the oven glove to remove the garlic bread.

"Just ask S.U.S.I.E. to play what you want." I say nonchalantly, kind of forgetting that I have other people around me even though I am dishing up food for 5.

"Who's S.U.S.I.E?" I hear a stern voice with a very prominent Russian accent.

"S.U.S.I.E is my in home computer system, Yelena. It is Yelena right?" I smirk as I hear her murmur a 'how the fuck.'

"S.U.S.I.E play some dinner time tunes."

"Playing some dinner time tunes, Miss Maximoff." I see Wanda smile from the corner of my eye at the robotic voice, soft music starts echoing through the room.

I finally finish plating up the food, grabbing three plates at once, turning around and placing them in front of the three women who I haven't actually spoken to properly yet. I gently place their food down for them, giving them small smiles as I turn back around to see Wanda holding a bottle of wine to my face.

"Could we open this one? It's the same as last weeks yeah?" Wanda studies the label of the Ausone, which is just another bottle of what we had last week.

"Of course."

"Was this one a gift as well?"

"No, I think I splurged on that one. Here I will put the glasses on the island and we will pour it once we are both sat down." I grab the cutlery and garlic bread placing it on the island before grabbing mine and Wanda's food as she takes a seat at a stool starting to pour wine for everyone.

"Sorry I haven't really introduced myself yet, I thought it was important not to burn the food on our first meetings. So hello everyone I'm y/n and I think I know who you all are. You're Natasha and you're Yelena. You two are sisters. That leaves you, so you must be Sharon." I point to each blonde as I address them, I can feel Wanda's nerves from here so I gently place my hand on her thigh giving it a squeeze so she knows we are okay.

"You're right Wanda, she has intuition and a good guessing game about her." Sharon speaks as she starts her food, a low hum leaving her lips. "Guys you have to try this, it's so good." She covers her mouth as she speaks to avoid us seeing her full mouth.

"You should try the wine." Wanda smirks as all three women take a sip of their wine, their eyes growing wide at the rich taste. The other two blonds also try the food and a satisfied hum leaves their lips too. A proud smile makes its way onto my lips as I dig into my food.

"So what do you do for work y/n?" Natasha curls a questioning brow.

"I am a CEO."

"CEO of what?" I can already see they are going to try and gang up on me, game on.

"We practice in medical advancement including that of research and development of new equipment or medications and improvements on previous." I give them the full business woman voice.

"Cool. You practice that in the mirror?" Sharon asks as she continues to drink and eat.

"I do, or well did. I had to get it perfect to get the rich white men to listen to me "

"God I know the feeling. Rich white men are the worst!" Natasha explains as she throws her hands in the air to add to the dramatics.

"They are indeed. You are a business woman."

"No but I work for a rich white man as an associate to try and get the rich white men to invest."

"Anywhere I would know?"

"Stark industries. I work in the international relations section, alongside Wanda actually. So we cover Eastern Europe and Russia." I guess I never really asked what Wanda did for a job and am quite surprised I've never seen them before with the amount of times I visit the tower.

"Stark is actually a good friend of mine and one of the few rich white men I actually like. I'm surprised we have never run into each other with the amount of times I've visited the tower."

"Odd, but not impossible I mean the tower is huge and like a fucking maze." Wanda joins in the conversation, her nerves dissipating slightly.

'What do you two do for work?" I ask the remaining two blonds to keep the conversation going.

"I work at shield." Sharon places her knife and fork on her plate as she grabs a few bits of garlic bread to wipe up the remaining sauce, damn she eats quickly...or I just eat slowly.

"The weapon and security place right? In the defence sector?"

"That's correct. Don't tell me you know people there too."

"Eh, I've helped them, they've helped me. Just mutual agreements and all." I shrug as I turn to Yelena waiting on her answer.

"I'm not currently working. I just did a year away in Russia helping my mother and father on their pig farm and I'm not really looking for work at the moment."

"I think I recognise you, now that I'm looking closely enough." Natasha says out of nowhere.

"Probably not, just one of those faces."

"Hmm, maybe I've walked past you in the tower or something." Natasha squints her eyes at me as she looks me up and down. "No it's not that...I don't know but it will come to me."

I look around the island to see everyone has finished their food, continuing to drink their wine as they lose themselves in conversation with one another officially starting their girls night. I pile the dishes one on top of the other, putting all the cutlery on the top plate. Stealing a bit of garlic bread and holding it between my teeth I slide off my stool, turning to the sink to wash the dishes. As I am filling the sink up with hot soapy water, finishing off my bit of garlic bread, I hear the movement of stools against the tiled floor as the girls get off of them and head towards the living room. I thought Wanda would have joined them, but instead she wraps her arms around my waist from behind me resting her head against my back. I hear her let out a loud sigh.

"You okay back there princess? Do I need to get another bottle of wine?" I hear Wanda mumble something as she nuzzles her head against my back, so I turn the taps of turning around and wrapping my arms around her neck so I can play with her hair. "What did you say princess?"

"I said I'm okay, I just want them to like you. Not that you're not likable but they always had something against vision and I. I don't know." She shrugs as her face rests on my chest.

"So your friends didn't like vision or they always thought he wasn't good enough for you " I bring my hands to her cheeks, rubbing my thumb against them to try and help calm her down or at least let her know I'm listening.

"I think a bit of both. I think maybe I'm hoping they will like you, because if they like you that means I won't end up in the same situation as vision. Not that you're like vision. Oh god I should stop talking. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to compare the two of you." I move her face to look up at me.

"Okay first of all I need you to take a breath and calm down a little for me okay?" She takes a shaky breath as her eyes become slightly glassy, a pout growing on her lip. "Secondly, I understand what you are saying. If your friends like me it means they don't sense something is up, it means that you can allow yourself to dive in. 10 out of 10 dive, dive right in. It means you don't have to be scared about how our future will end, because your friends can tell that there will be a future and that you are safe and you will be happy. Am I close?"

'You're spot on, you always know how to convey mine or your own feelings in such words that make it make sense even if it's all confusing and my mind is racing at 100mph. Thank you dorogoy, for calming me down."

"Always princess, always. Now you go join your friends on the couch, I will finish up the dishes and I will come and join you. Netflix is already on the TV so start something up, don't wait on me. Oh and take another bottle of wine with you." I peck Wanda on the lips a couple of times before releasing her from my grasp so she can go join her friends. She grabs a bottle of wine from the wine fridge and disappears down the corridor, so I turn around, turning the taps on again to continue filling the sink.

(Wanda POV)

I walk into the living room, where I see my friends sprawled all over y/ns couches, a smile growing on my face at the sight. I sit next to Natasha on the large couch that directly faces the TV, opening the bottle of wine to pour myself a fresh glass and offering it up to the girls. I roll my eyes as they all eagerly nod and hold out their glasses to me, standing up so I can pour Lena's and Sharon's who are sitting on the couch to my left. As I sit back down, the room is engulfed in silence, every now and again we hear the clanking of pots and pans as y/n washes up.

"Soooo, what do you guys want to watch?" I drum my fingers of my free hand against my leg, and sat nervously in this unusual silence.

"I like her." Sharon breaks the silence a few moments later, smiling softly at me as I smile so wide it hurts.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I really do. I don't know why but she is so easy to like. I mean she is down to earth, really calm and collected. She knows what she wants in life. And let me not forget she is fucking rich, like rich, rich. Also hot, sorry Wanda but those muscles that can be clearly seen in those jeans and shirt, I mean wow!" Sharon rambles on and we all laugh at her descriptionof y/ns muscles, I mean she is not wrong she is so fucking hot. "I mean she is also humble, you may be able to see her wealth from what she owns but she doesn't show it off like other millionaires. She also doesn't have a lot of in-home helpers, I mean she is doing the dishes. So yeah I like her."

"Me too." My eyes move from Sharon to Lena as she thinks about it. "I mean all the things Sharon said are correct, but from what you've told us and from what I've seen she cares a lot about you and how you feel. I mean I saw your moment in the kitchen just now."

"Wait, you saw that?!" I blush as I remember the small moment we had in the kitchen. She is so good at calming me down and seems to know how I'm feeling and how to deal with it.

"Yeah I came to see what was keeping you two and I sort of overheard what you said about us not liking vision."

"Wait what did she say?" Sharon's head moves to look at Lena then back at me.

"Just that you guys didn't like vision, or you always said there was something off about him and then he did what he did. And it sort of was like a big 'I told you so' and that if you didn't like y/n I wouldn't know what to do because I really like her, like really really fucking like her." Nat moves closer to me wrapping her arm around me.

"I may not have liked vision, and I may have felt something off but I never thought he would cheat on you. I just didn't think he was right for you, you deserved a lot better than what he was giving you." Nat speaks in a soft tone as she explains her feelings towards my ex-husband. "So please don't think I would ever hold it over you as an I told you so, okay?"

"Okay." I nod my head as I lean it against her shoulder.

"Anyway, back to me." We laugh at Lena who now has our attention again. "As I was saying you said that thing and I thought maybe she would say something like why are you comparing us we are two different people, or some shit like that, but she didn't. What she shared, which I won't share because that was a moment between you two that I sort of overheard. But what she said was amazing and heartfelt and it helped you calm down quicker than I ever saw vision or really one of us do. She made you feel safe, wanted and made sure you were okay. So yes I like her."

"Thank you Lena." I smile over at her as I turn my head to look at Natasha, whose opinion matters the most to me. We have known each other for so long and she is so good at reading people, their emotions being able to tell if they are lying or not. Better than I ever could.

"She is good for you Wanda, but I think she is keeping something from you. I recognise her from somewhere and I can't place it. But I agree with the other two that she is good for you, just don't let her hide from you for too long."

"We've only known each other since last Friday. I only know a little about her past, her ex girlfriend really doesn't sound like a nice woman and has created a small amount of insecurities, I guess you could call them."

"Like what?" Natasha's voice steady as she looks at me with a curious gaze.

"I mean I opened up about Pietro, you know how he is in hospital and all that. That night when she washed her face she wiped all her make-up off revealing a black eye. I asked her what happened, she replied with the fact that she had a moment shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing. Then I thought the worst, maybe she had said something to someone and they reacted by hitting her. She then opened up to me about how she had a panic attack." I take a breath, I don't really want to tell my friends what she said because that's her business but if I don't they aren't going to trust her.

"And?" Sharon asks from the other couch.

"And, she told me that she fell backwards hitting her head on the counter because her friend touched her and she reacted badly to the touch in the haze of the attack. I then thanked her for trusting me enough with the information, and she just looked at me with pure shock. Her next words cause me to mirror her face. She said something like 'isn't that what is expected, you open up so I have to too'." I stop there, not wanting to tell anything else from that conversation of ours.

"So her ex got it in her head that she couldn't deal with stuff herself and that she needed to know anything and everything that is happening in her life. Like zero privacy." Lena voices her conclusion.

"Exactly."

"So whatever she is hiding, or at least not wanting to tell you straight away you've told her that it's okay and that you will be there when she is ready?" Lena continues her observations.

"Exactly."

"Okay. But if she hurts you I hurt her…" Nat starts but goes quiet when we hear someone entering the room.

I turn to see y/n with a soft smile on her face at the sight of me and my friends on her couches just conversing, I don't know if she overhead anything but if she did I hope she feels like she is welcomed and liked by all three of them. It means everything to me that they like her.

"Do you guys need anything else, before I come and join you on the couch. If I am allowed to join girls night that is?" The three girls shout out an 'of course' and usher her over to sit. She nods and starts walking towards us, leaning over the back of the couch behind me so I look up as she gives me a spiderman kiss. We hear a chorus of ews which makes y/n smile and give my friends the middle finger at the same time as me. I beam up at her as she jokes around with my friends.

That's my girl.

Wait, that's my girl?

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

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newar · 2 months

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notes on episode 2 of netflix three body problem spoilers for the books as well

• da shi is perfect. no notes

• MORE BUG MOTIF… i really like that they added more. hopefully it doesn’t get too on the nose

• don’t like how they made the sophons manipulate the camera footage… i don’t doubt that they had the ability to do that in the books, my issue is that it’s not SUBTLE… the trisolarans didn’t want people to think something supernatural or alien was going on, or that there’s some saboteur working against humanity. they wanted them to think that their understanding of physics was incorrect... they really missed the mark with this

• the VR game scenes are pretty good! and the Sophon cameo… <3

• having da shi’s wife be dead was a good choice i think. considering he was kind of not really an involved father in the books iirc. a good talk on the fragility of the human race

• also this random woman they added in to move the plot along is so unecessary. like idk why it couldn’t have been wenjie doing all this

• oh sorry i was wrong. will downing is supposed to be tianming!! that actually works out better. i think they’re doing the staircase project this season as well

• oh they made wade the one who says “there’s someone behind everything”…. i feel like it worked better in the books coming from da shi… it’s his practical mindset against the academics and “intellectuals”

• still annoyed they didn’t include wenjie’s sister, HOWEVER the confrontation btwn wenjie and her father’s killer was good, it shows how wenjie views humanity now, how she humans as unable to come to a “moral awakening” on their own since the girl didn’t repent for what she did. i believe this happened in the books as well, just not with the girl that dealt the final blow

• also. small detail. but the button wenjie pressed should have been red like in the books. like the way they talk about the “red sun” and the cultural revolution etc in the books makes the colour seem meaningful to me. beyond just being a red button

• OVERALL: things are getting interesting! not too invested in the characters aside from wenjie and da shi just yet, but i don’t actively dislike them

#newar.txt #3 body problem netflix #three body problem #think i’ll watch more tomorrow…

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Izzy and Joy: 😺💦

Minors DNI 18+

Mentions of female masturbation, sex toys, sex talk, age gap and squirting,

Izzy was standing in line at the coffee shop, his hair stuffed under a trucker style hat as he held his phone a foot away from him and tapped at the screen with his finger, loud enough that the barista looked up at the man who didn’t seem to know how to use his smartphone. The way he was looking had the kid sighing, feeling badly for the older gentleman.

“Sir, your coffee is ready.” he slid it towards him and looked around at the empty cafe, “Is your phone broken?” Izzy looked at the young kid, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that no one was in the cafe before showing his phone to the younger man.

Izzy pointed to the latest text from the girl he had met on Tinder. He called her Joy, a nickname for the pretty young thing who he felt like brought absolute happiness to his life. Aside from letting him share her Netflix account and showing him all sorts of apps that were life changing, he liked spending time with his joy. The one hookup that had resulted in what he learned was called a Netflix binge with, Izzy’s favorite new App, an order from Uber eats from his favorite restaurant. She had been a permanent fixture the past few months. They talked daily and he saw her at least five days a week. But the lack of titles and the new world of dating had the older man very, very confused.

“Did she wash her cat?” He was holding his cellphone up for the kid to read the two emojis, a language Izzy wasn’t fluent in. 😺💦

The younger kid blinked, mouth opening and closing before he coughed, uncomfortable 2: Izzy’s phone chimed.

“The picture explains it.” Izzy turned the phone, his eyes widening as he saw the picture the girl had sent.

A dildo was stuck to a mirror, she was on her hands and knees, the fake cock half inside of her, legs spread enough that the glistening tendrils of her own cum stuck on the silicone and her pussy. HIs joy was looking over her shoulder as she snapped a picture and Izzy didn’t know what to do with the information. Another image loaded with a triangle on it and the kid cleared his throat, looking down at the coffee Izzy had ordered.

He picked it up, hitting the picture to make it bigger not realizing it was a video and the volume on his phone was at full volume.

“Oh yeahh daddy….” the hot purrs of her her moans mixed with the wet squelches of her pussy as she fucked herself. Pushing back against the mirror. “Come fuck me daddy. Come fuck all my holes, daddy.”

The coffee Izzy was holding, spilled over him as he tried to shut his phone off as the video continued with moans and pants. Finally it locked, his front wet with hot coffee, he looked at the horrified barista who thought he was just going to help an old man decipher a text from their grandchild.

“I’m not her dad…dy. In the literal sense. I mean the blood sense…i mean-“

“You should go.” Izzy nodded in understanding, stepping out of the coffee shop that he knew he could never go in again and pulling out his phone to call Joy.

She didn’t answer and he felt the tension headache growing between his brows as he moved to sit in the car, trying to calm himself down after the debacle that just occurred.

His eyes shifted, looking around the empty parking lot as he pulled out his phone, feeling guilty as he pressed the triangle play button and watched the way Joy shifted back, fucking her dildo like she had fucked him. He watched her body opening as she made all the sounds izzy loved to hear.

He didn’t seem to realize what he was doing, his hand sliding to the front of his khakis and pressing against his aching cock, stroking himself through his gap pants. He groaned out softly, shifting in the driver's seat and looking up to see if anyone could see him or if they would notice if he unzipped his pants and delayed with the problem she had made come up.

The barista was staring at him through the glass. The younger man shaking his head in disappointment at the creepy old man wanking off to cam girls in the parking lot.

Izzy instantly slammed his phone down, driving away in his car before he landed himself on the registry for indecent exposure and started driving away from what felt like a crime scene.

His phone lit up with a picture of Joy. A selfie she had taken on his lap after she had been swimming in a river Izzy insisted was filled with leeches and wouldn’t go in. She had jumped on him, soaking his clothes because of course she forgot a towel and took his phone he was currently beating leveled 197 of Candy Crush on to snap the bare faced selfie of herself. She had set it as her picture icon on his phone and Izzy acted like he didn’t get hard every time he saw it.

“Hello?” He answered, turning towards where she lived because he didn’t know where else to head.

“Sorry I missed your call. I was trying to teach myself how to squirt. I came so hard I blacked out but I think I need a new toy to stimulate my g-spot. I looked online but think I’m going to head over to the shop downtown.” She was going off and Izzy was left half baffled by what she was saying.

He blinked, trying to comprehend what was going on and what world he was living in.

“Iz? Do you want to come?” He wanted to cum between her thighs but he realized she was not talking about that and agreed to come pick her up in five minutes.

He had forgotten he was covered in coffee until joy was jumping into the car, her pretty nose wrinkling as she looked him up and down.

“If you were stopping for coffee you could have bought me one.” And Izzy remembered the wet cat emoji and it finally clicked that when she had sent him the cat and water she was talking about the pussy cat between her legs.

The short phone conversation they had made him blink and he turned to her, looking at the younger woman who had taught him about wordle and helped him make Spotify playlists and realized he could teach her something as well.

“I can make you squirt. Let’s go to my house.”

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weclassybouquetfun · 4 months

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen is doing press in support of Jamie Childs' JACKDAW (currently in theaters), which reunites Jackson-Cohen with his WILDERNESS costar Jenna Coleman.

In his SquareMile interview

Ollie talks frankly about being pigeon-holed in the industry and how he is trying to do roles that let him express his vulnerability, much like his role in Netflix's THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE.

Jackson-Cohen was asked if tapping into his personal childhood trauma for THOHH was healing.

So adamant about not just playing emotionally buttoned up characters, Ollie nearly turned down the role in JACKDAW.

Please don't leave your sad boy era, Ollie. I love it when you shake, scream, cry throw up.

Oliver Jackson-Cohen in all of his hairy, fashionable glory

Oliver for Numero Magazine -Netherlands edition.

Oliver for Man About Town magazine

-Oliver was delightful in MR.MALCOM'S LIST

which gave him the rare opportunity to do a comedy. In keeping with the diversity laid out in the film, he suggested to the director that his character Lord Cassidy should be gay. Sadly, the director passed on that idea, but to me this would be a perfect opportunity for a sequel where we see Lord Cassidy looking for a spouse and Ṣọpẹ Dìrísù's titular Mr. Malcom be the one helping Lord Cassidy with his mission.

#oliver jackson cohen #jackdaw film #the haunting of hill house #wilderness #jenna coleman #jackdaw #man in an orange shirt #mr malcolms list #sope dirisu #the invisible man #the haunting of bly manor #surface

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sanguineerose · 1 year

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bartylus christmas shopping based on my prompt

Regulus doesn’t want to do this. In fact, he could imagine many better things to do on this chilly, rainy Saturday morning.

For instance, he could binge watch this new show on Netflix no one can shut up about. Or, perhaps, he could finish that book he dived into the other night—maybe he could even start reading a new one. He could do crossword puzzles, he could catch up on homework, he could do the laundry or clean the bathroom. Hell, he could spend the entire day sitting on the couch and staring at the blank wall, and that would still be more appealing than a Christmas shopping spree.

But he promised Barty, and he doesn’t want to spoil his fun.

It’s still quite early when Regulus finishes his shower, then slides into a pair of dark pants and black turtleneck. Barty, of course, has to wear the silliest festive sweater mankind has ever seen: it has a dog on the front with a Santa hat on its head and Christmas lights around its body, which actually lights up when you boop the dog’s nose. It was a present from Sirius last year - to Regulus, not Barty - and he still isn’t sure why his brother thought he would ever, ever consider wearing something so hideous. Barty, on the other hand, seems rather happy with it, even though it’s one size too small for him. The green sleeves don’t cover his wrists, and Regulus can see his belly button peeking out when Barty’s reaching for something in the kitchen cabinet.

This guy.

Barty even put on Christmas music this morning and now he’s making waffles for breakfast, humming along whatever is playing on what has to be the worst Spotify playlist for the holidays. Regulus sighs and pours himself a cup of coffee. His fingers itch to grab Barty’s phone and switch to something bearable, but he can’t deny that he loves seeing that idiot grin on Barty’s stupid, handsome face.

“You’re dressed like we’re going to a funeral,” Barty says, glancing back over his shoulder.

“This is how I dress every day,” Regulus replies flatly, leaning against the counter. He doesn’t say that he would rather be attending a funeral, but his boyfriend can definitely read it off his face.

Barty rolls his eyes and steps behind Regulus, wraps his arms around his stomach, and buries his face into his hair. All these years, and his touch still makes him shiver in the most delicious ways.

“Stop being the Grinch,” Barty says, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw. “We’re hosting a Christmas party this year.”

Right, that. Since most of their friends have a horrible relationship with their families, Barty came up with the brilliant idea that they should spend Christmas together instead. It happened at Sirius’ birthday party and Regulus was drunk out of his mind when he agreed to it. He could hardly remember it the next morning, but Barty was thrilled, and so was everyone else.

Regulus frankly has no clue how he’s going to survive this.

After breakfast and a last attempt to send Barty alone to do this, Regulus gives in as they finally leave the apartment. There are still three weeks until Christmas, but every shop is crowded, so much that there’s barely any space to move. Oh, how much Regulus despises this. He’s used to running errands early in the morning, when everyone’s still asleep or at work, doing everything he can to avoid the rush. It seems impossible to do so now so close to the holidays.

“Come on, Reg. What can I do to make you feel better?” Barty asks as they leave the store, carrying another bag. “Should I get you a cup of hot chocolate? Some eggnog? We can go ice skating.”

Sure, because Regulus wants nothing more than spending his afternoon around screaming children.

“Take me home.”

“That, I can’t do,” Barty says with a hum as they step on the escalator. “I can give you a head in the dressing rooms, though.”

“God, shut up.” Regulus looks around and laughs, despite himself. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The day drags on while they go from store to store, picking up everyone’s presents. Regulus is glad he doesn’t have to do this alone this year, most especially because Barty is amazing at finding the best gifts.

“How are you so good at this?” Regulus asks, genuinely amazed.

“I interact with people. You should try it sometimes.”

“That’s hilarious.”

Some time later, Regulus leans on the handle of the shopping cart, ticking off another item on the list. There isn’t much left, and if he was alone, he knew he would be able to get this done in fifteen minutes. But Barty behaves like a child on a playground.

“Should I get this?” he asks, pushing his hair back with a headband with glittering antlers on it. Before Regulus could react, Barty’s already reaching for a pair of glasses, which have red gingerbread men on the frames. “No. I’m getting this one. Or both. I’m getting both.”

“You sure that’s enough?” Regulus asks sarcastically, but Barty looks conflicted.

“You’re right. I’m getting one for everyone.”

He collects a handful of accessories, then throws them in the cart while Regulus shakes his head, amused.

“If you’re done, we should go and buy drinks.”

Barty glances at him, now fiddling with a dancing, singing Santa Claus. It’s very loud and very shiny and very much sounds like something that would drive Regulus nuts.

“Sirius said he’s getting drinks.”

Regulus halts. “If you buy that, I’m breaking up with you,” he says, and Barty quickly puts the toy back on its shelf. “And since when you’re such good friends with my brother?”

Barty shrugs. “We’ve talked about the party in the group chat.”

“What group chat?”

“Our private Regulus fan club,” Barty says, now putting on a red and green striped elf hat. “Kidding. It’s the group chat you muted two hours after I invited you.”

Oh, right, that one. “Because you kept sending stupid TikTok videos. Do you really want to get that hat, too?”

“Obviously,” Barty smiled, dropping the hat in the cart.

The music in the supermarket’s radio is even worse than Barty’s playlist, but he seems content with it, as he hums and sings every horrible song. How does he even know the lyrics of every one of them? But nonetheless, it puts a smile on Regulus’ lips, because even though he really, truly dislikes the holidays, there’s absolutely no way he could genuinely hate something that makes his lover so excited. Yes, he’s an annoying little menace sometimes, but he’s Regulus’ little menace.

But as much as he loves Barty and his enthusiasm, it’s been hours, and Regulus is getting overwhelmed. It’s maybe the crowd or the noises or the memories—or perhaps all of it, but he’s finding it harder to breathe, harder to stay calm.

Barty, of course, is quick to notice his discomfort.

“Seriously, Reg. What’s wrong?”

Regulus takes a deep breath, then it spills out of him. “Look, baby. I’m glad, I genuinely am that you’re being so excited about this, about buying presents and trying on silly costumes and all that—but I just can’t feel the same way. I can’t. I’ve never, ever had a nice Christmas before, because each time my parents ended up drunk and throwing plates and screaming at us. Oh, up until last year, of course, when I came out to them and they kicked me out. Every single memory I have of the holidays is a bad one.”

He stops and Barty’s silent, his smile now vanished.

“Great,” Regulus says, sighing. Guilt gnawing at his stomach for ruining Barty’s day. “It’s Christmas and I’m having a fucking breakdown in the middle of Tesco.”

But Barty chuckles and moves closer, putting his hands on Regulus’ arms.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. And I’m sorry you don’t have any good memories of the holidays. But, you know, I don’t have one either. And neither does your brother, and Evan, and Lily, and probably some of the others, too. That’s exactly why I’m looking forward to this one, you know? Because I can finally spend it around people that I actually care about.” He pauses then, sliding his hands down Regulus’ arms. “But if you really don’t want to do this, we can call this off. I’ll just tell the others—”

“No, don’t,” Regulus says, squeezing Barty’s hand. Maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s the best thing that could happen to him, even though it’s hard to make that step. “I want to do this.”

“Good,” Barty smiles, kissing Regulus’ forehead. His hair is still a mess from trying on so many hats and headbands, and Regulus can hardly stop himself from running his fingers through it. “Now, can we go back to the toy aisle and get that giant plush alpaca?”

“We’ve already got a gift for Luna.”

“Luna?” Barty asks, scrunching up his freckled nose. “I want to get it for myself.”

Regulus laughs, because fuck, he’s so madly in love with this dork.

#bartylus #regulus x barty

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