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joelslastofus · 19 days

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[SUMMARY: During a car ride Joel attempts to hide his erection from you along with feelings he knows he shouldn’t have for his friend’s daughter.]

Smut, Angst

Getting a hard on for his friend’s daughter was not something he planned. It wasn’t something he was proud of.

When your father was killed, before he took his last breath, he made Joel promise him he would watch over you and keep you safe. Joel did just that knowing you had no one else. He and your father had been close friends for nearly five years, but he never really saw you around because you had lived with your mother growing up until right before the world ended. Of course, one thing Joel didn’t expect was just how much he began to like you yet, he knew you were off limits.

It had been five months now since your father had died, you and Joel were traveling back to where Tommy was. Although you were twenty, you had never learned how to drive so Joel began teaching you so you both could take turns to rest.

Joel and you had stopped at a shopping center hoping to find some more supplies but of course you became distracted by a clothing section. Mesmerized by the dresses the mannequins wore…you’d kill for the black silk one right in front of you. Watching Joel distracted in the other side of the room you grabbed the dress and hid behind a wall trying it on. You knew Joel would’ve convinced you other wise telling you it was pointless to do, but it had been so long since you dressed up. Catching a glimpse of yourself in a dusty old mirror you gasped. An old ticket showing the $700 price tag on it, why not have some fun with it?

“Joel! Look what I found” you stood before him excitedly as he was hunched over looking beneath a table. The second he stood up, his eyes lighting up before realizing what the hell he was thinking.

“What are you doin’?” He asked in a slight irritated tone.

“I found it and I had to try it on, Joel. I used to love wearing dresses and it’s gorgeous! I mean what do you think?!” Innocently you turned around looking back at him, showing the revealing cut it had down to your lower back. His eyes looking at you in a way they never had, following the slit to your ass before you turned back to him. Joel was speechless, you had no idea the effect you in that black dress had on him.

“Well?” You smiled as he stood serious, struggling to find the words.

“It’s nice” he spoke low, controlling his reaction on what he really thought. Joel couldn’t deny his attraction to you but anything he felt didn’t matter, he wouldn’t disrespect his friend this way.

“It’s gorgeous! It’s a $700 dress, you believe that?”

“We gotta get goin” Joel quickly changed the topic forcing himself to look away. You shrugged silently grabbing your backpack and walking beside him when he realized you were leaving with the dress on.

“The hell ya doin’?” He asked stopping you in your tracks.

“We’re just driving, thought I’d enjoy it on for a bit till our next stop. Come on don’t be a buzz kill” You laughed before walking off, Joel gulped not knowing how he was suppose to ignore you in that dress for the next four hours.

Sitting in the passenger seat you leaned your seat back drifting off to sleep until it was your turn to drive. Joel beside you gripping the steering wheel for dear life fighting the urge to look over at you. Thoughts roaming in his head like never before, inappropriate things about you that he couldn’t control. Moving around in your sleep you softly moaned making Joel unable to resist turning to you. One movement of your leg and the dress had slightly rose above your knee giving him a glimpse of your thigh. The sight sending blood rushing to his cock causing him to quickly swell up in his pants.

“Shit” Joel cursed at himself trying to ignore the urge he felt when you began to move around slowly waking up.

“How long have I been sleeping?” You yawned rubbing your eyes as Joel adjusted his pants struggling to hide his hard on.

“Uh, I don’t know” he kept his eyes on the road with his arm on his lap. You couldn’t help but notice he sounded strange and so you pushed your chair up looking over at him.

“You ok, you wanna switch spots now?” You asked but he quickly shook his head just wanting you to look away from him. His arm awkwardly sitting on his lap you couldn’t help but notice his awkward posture.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” Your question making him more nervous.

“Huh? Nothin’” he cleared his throat before swallowing hard. Getting a hard on for his friend’s daughter was not something he planned. It wasn’t something he was proud of.

“Whatever” you whispered looking away as Joel remained tense hoping his nerves would kill the erection.

“I’m so thirsty, you have any left over water in your bottle” you looked over to the full bottle against his door and reached over.

“Hey, what the hell you doin’?”

Joel panicked feeling you come near him and attempted to grab his water bottle to pass it to you before realizing he was no longer covering his very obvious bulge.

“Oh-“ you gasped as he came to a sudden stop.

“Here, take the damn water bottle” he handed it to you without looking at you in the eye knowing you had seen what he was trying to hide. You had never suspected to see this side of Joel yet you couldn’t take your eyes off it.

What could’ve made him hard?

Looking up at him you realized how much he refused to look at you…maybe it was you. About to let himself out of the car, curiosity got the best of you and you slowly placed your hand on his bulge.

“What are you doin’-” He whispered low looking down at your hands on him, the feel of you so close taking over him. You could see him trying to fight it, yet he didn’t move.

“Relax” you whispered softly. Feeling the thickness of his length through his pants, his breathing growing heavier as if he was about to burst. Slowly you unbuttoned his pants, the urge he felt for you was too strong to stop you.

“Wait-” He whispered roughly yet he didn’t want you to stop. Gently you pulled out his warm thick cock in your hands looking up at him to find him already sweating.

It must’ve been so long since a woman touched him, you could see how much he needed this. Unexpectedly you leaned forward taking him in your mouth making his hips jerk, a sound you couldn’t make out harshly coming out of him.

“Fuck-“ he leaned his head back, his hands not knowing where to go, almost afraid to touch you. Joel closed his eyes in shame, what kind of man was he allowing you to do this? Feelings that Joel realized were never just platonic for you, he didn’t know what the hell they were.

Slowly you got up and leaned over to his side getting on top of him. Straddling him you felt him place his hands tightly on your waist. His eyes darkening realizing you never had any underwear on, the tip of his cock feeling how wet you were. The look in his eyes of a man that lost control as you took him in completely.

“Shit-“ Joel squeezed your waist. Grabbing onto his button shirt you began to ride him, his jaw tensing at the feel of how tight you were, stretching for him with each stroke. A sudden loud moan from you taking Joel by surprise as you moved faster. He watched as the silk dress slipped off your shoulders giving him a glimpse of your breast jumping out with each movement you made. He knew he wouldn’t last long especially with the way you felt wrapped around his cock. Leaning close against him you held onto his broad shoulders, breathless as he looked at you completely lost in the pleasure. A deep moan coming from his lips when his hips jerked upward.

“Fuck- get up- get up-“ he choked out before he picked you up himself off his cock and came. Throwing yourself to the side you watched as he finished jerking himself off, his cum building up on his hand as more continued to spill out of him. He sat still for a minute with his eyes closed, out of breath as you watched him..

The ride continued silently, Joel was serious staring ahead not making any eye contact with you. He could feel you look over at him here and there, the guilt eating up at him. How the hell could he have let this happen? Joel was pissed at himself for giving in, for being so weak.

“Are you mad at me?” Your question catching him off guard. Of course he wasn’t mad at you, he was more angry at himself, he should’ve known better. Maybe you should’ve known better but caught in the moment you didn’t think. Joel was a man you trusted, the two of you were adults and things escalated quickly, why did it feel so wrong?

“No” his response not convincing you.

Joel decided to pull up to another pharmacy to see what other supplies could be found along the way. Waiting for him to get out you called out to him telling him you were going to change. Joel turned his back to the car waiting for you not saying a word.

“Let’s go” you walked past him reaching the front door before slowly opening it.

“Hold on, dammit” Joel grabbed the door letting himself in first taking a look around as you followed. After clearing the place the two of you began looking for anything you might need. Still you watched how Joel avoided you, not letting himself get close to you until you finally had enough.

“You’re really just not gonna talk to me?”

He stood still thinking of what to say but didn’t say a word.

“Look, I never expected that to happen, Joel. I wouldn’t have just done that with anyone” you continued as he distracted himself looking around him.

“You can’t even look at me-“

“It shouldn’t have happened” he whispered looking down.

“Well it did-“

“It was wrong” his voice grew louder as he unexpectedly looked up.

“I made a promise to your father-“

“My father is dead, Joel! I’m not a little girl.”

He most certainly knew you weren’t.

“I’m not looking for you to baby me or..want something more with me so don’t worry about that, but the least you could do is not act like I’m no longer worth speaking to anymore”

“Maybe you never were” he responded rather quickly catching you off guard. Joel didn’t want you upset with him but maybe that’s what was best. Anything was better than Joel coming to terms that maybe this wasn’t just a sexual encounter. A sexual encounter that he should’ve never allowed in the first place.

“I only helped you because of your father, you think I would’ve stayed stuck with some young dumb broad just for the hell of it?” His words cutting through deep. You didn’t think for a second Joel had feelings for you, but he also had never spoken to you like this.

“You’ve only held me back” he whispered coldly, he noticed your eyes tearing up and quickly looked away. A wave of guilt washing over him as you angrily walked out slamming the door shut. Joel watched through the window making sure you got back to the car safely, he noticed you wipe away a tear only deepening his guilt.

During the rest of the car ride you didn’t speak to Joel, you didn’t even look at him. Joel taking a quick glance with the corner of his eye as you faced the window.

Once arriving back to Tommy’s you got out of the car and slammed the door shut heading to your room.

“Everything alright?” Tommy asked Joel watching you walk off.

“Peachy” Joel muttered low walking towards his brother.

Heading towards your room you ran into a few of the guys hanging out having drinks. Usually you were never one to drink but with the way you were feeling, why the hell not?

“What are you guys drinking today?” you caught them by surprise. Sure, Joel had warned you to stay away from these guys that were nothing but trouble but what was it his business whom you decided to surround yourself with.

“Whiskey, want some?” One of the guys asked.

“Please” you surprisingly grabbed the bottle from him and took a chug.

“Oh gross” you wiped your lips as the men laughed.

“Not a drink huh? Maybe you should slow down” they laughed just before you took another chug.

The night went on as the four of you laughed and talked about nonsense, you honestly were enjoying yourself. Joel having a drink with Tommy at the bar he had no idea what you had been up to outside thinking you were in your room.

“Ellie’s been alright?” Joel asked Tommy who nodded before taking a sip.

“She’s making friends easily, the kids like her” Tommy responded before they were both distracted by the sound of laughter and glass breaking outside.

“The hell was that?” Tommy slammed his glass down before heading out as Joel followed only to find the typical guys drinking together acting childish, except this time you were amongst them.

“Oh shit it’s Joel-“ one of the guys whispered hiding his bottle of alcohol, the other attempting to grab the bottle out of your hand.

“What the hell are you guys so afraid of? Joel Miller?” You laughed stumbling to the side as you took another sip. The guys standing up straight as Joel and his brother walked up to them.

“The hell are you doin’ here?” Joel walked up inches away from your face looking down at you.

“Uh, Joel she was just having a drink and-“

“Was I talking’ to ya, boy?!” Joel quickly snapped at one of the guys beside you.

“Let’s go, get out of here” Tommy led the guys away from you and Joel which only pissed you off.

“No-where are they…going…?” You slurred as you attempted to follow them with a stumble, Joel grabbed your arm.

“Let go of me!” You pulled pack hitting the wall behind you.

“I was just…drinking with some friends”

“Ya know damn well they ain’t no friends” Joel took another step forward towering over you.

“I told you about those guys god dammit-“

“What the hell do you care!?” You attempted to shove him, yet he was harder to move than you expected. Taking another chug he unexpectedly grabbed the bottle away from you as you attempted to grab it back.

“Hey!” He threw aside breaking the glass.

“What the hell Joel!”

“This what cha wanna do? You get pissed at me so you go and get drunk with these losers?” He furrowed his brows.

“And what’s it to you?” You smirked at him.

“Maybe I wanted to get drunk and let one of them fuck me” your words making Joel clench his jaw. A hint of jealousy stinging him when he suddenly grabbed you by your legs and carried you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” You screamed kicking and hitting him but he didn’t budge. Not saying a word he let you scream until he bought you to your room. Kicking the door open Joel lay you down on the bed, before you ever had a chance to get up he walked out and closed the door shut behind him with a lock.

“What are you doing?! Open the door!!” You slammed your hands on the door angrily. Maybe this was selfish of him, Joel didn’t like the idea of you with any of these men, you with any other man for that matter. But at the same time you were drunk, he refused to let you make a stupid mistake out of anger.

“Open the door” you screamed once more when to your surprise, he actually opened it.

“Go” he whispered.

“Go on, go fuck those friends of yours-“ he stood back giving you space to walk out.

“That’s what you want right?” You could hear the irritation in his voice.

“What do you…care…” you continued to slur waving your hands around.

“What the hell do you…care who I…fuck, or what I do“ Joel unexpectedly grabbed you by your waist pushing you into the room.

“Cause I want you god dammit-“ he shocked you with his words.

“And not just you on top of me” his eyes looked deeply into yours.

“I want you beside me, I want you with me” he whispered as you stumbled slightly off balance. Too shocked…too drunk to respond, Joel didn’t know if he’d regret admitting this to you…a part of him hoping you wouldn’t remember the next day.

“I-I need to..lay down” you whispered as the room began to spin. Joel quickly lay you back on the bed, your hand covering your eyes as the sensation of a ride began to take over you.

“I’m really dizzy..” you whispered as he sat beside you.

“I’m right here” he held your hand in his as you closed your eyes and fell to sleep. Joel didn’t know what the hell got into him to admit anything to you, he didn’t know how he felt about it. He wondered what the next day would hold, if you would recall what he had been hiding for so long…

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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instead of hotch being protective what about bau!girly standing her ground when a reporter flirts with her man

you knew better than to be jealous. aaron was more than loyal to you, more than faithful, to betray, to cheat, those were not things even in his vocabulary, definitely not in his moral code. but the thing is, you weren't jealous, you were baffled, to say the least. just before the press conference the woman you had your eyes fiercely glued on right now saw aaron gripping on your waist and placing a kiss on your forehead as you wished him good luck. she knew.

she knew very well she wasn't flirting with a single man, and she proved it every time she touched his arm after the cameras shut off, her eyes betraying her as she looked at you for few seconds at a time.

aaron had already told her he was busy and needed to leave, but she was insisting on keeping the one sided conversation going, taking advantage of his politeness and the fact he couldn't be rude to news reporters, he couldn't misrepresent the fbi.

luckily. or unluckily for him, he decided to date someone not as preoccupied with the bureau's image, so after the second time he tried to leave and the reporter held him by the wrist, you stepped in, gently taking her hand from him.

"for a news reporter you're really slow on catching on, huh?" your voice and the smile you gave her sickly sweet, aaron giving you his best i'm still your boss do not do this look, even if he knew you well enough to see it was a lost cause.

"excuse me!?" her eyes finally gave attention to anyone else rather than hotchner, giving you her best offended expression. it was pitiful, to try and conceal her true intentions from an experienced profiler, really.

"sweetie, this man is not interested in you. and we have a job to do here, so get off of him, will ya? jesus." you shook your head at her, not giving her time to try anything else, pulling aaron with you by the end of the sleeve of his blazer.

in other occasions he might have apologized for your behavior, but he was indeed bothered and he wanted to leave just as much as you wanted to take him out of there. it was nice to be the protected one at times. and it was cute to see you jealous.

"what about the whole too mature to be jealous talk we had months ago?" he teases you, hugging you sideways.

"hotchner, don't try me, i could've arrested her, i was completely sane and controlled." you glanced up to him, met with his very known smile, lips lightly turned as he shook his head at you.

"arrested her in what grounds!?"

"trespassing federal property! i'm a federal agent and she was touching my property!" you're obviously making fun of the situation now, but your face looks dead serious and you're using your most threatening voice tone.

"terrible, awful, jealous thing you." aaron laughs and you mock his list of adjectives directed at you, he opens the door of the suv so you can get on the passenger seat, and he puts the seat belt on you, kissing you tenderly right after. "i love you."

"love you too."

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haknom · 2 months

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NEVER AGAIN — SIM JAKE

SYNOPSIS: fake dating your best friend to get back at each other’s exes was one thing, but falling in love without him liking you back? never doing that again.

PAIRING: fake-bf!jake x gn!reader

WARNINGS: unrequited love and angst. WORDCOUNT: 672 words

NOTE: wasn’t even supposed to be sad LMAO but if i ever write a fic on this… don’t be shocked.

“YOU’RE GRIPPING TOO HARD, IT HURTS.” YOU WHISPERED, PLACING YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF JAKE’S.

“Oh, my fault. Is this better?” He asked softly as you nodded at the looser grip. His hands gently held your waist as you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck

The two of you moved to the rhythm of the song that played in the banquet hall.

Honestly, you and Jake weren’t a serious couple. Both of you were previously friends who decided to come together and make your exes jealous.

Which only helped to explain why you two were each other’s prom date.

“Do you even know how to dance?” He asked, hinting at the way your feet continuously stumbled over one another.

“Hey. Yes I do.” You said, narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.

“Just not like this…” You mumbled.

“Yeah, right.” He teased while scoffing. He stopped his movements and adjusted his hands that rested around your waist.

“Here, follow my movements.”

Jake’s voice was clear and tender as he took a step to the left. You looked at him confused and he nodded his head with a smile.

“Just follow.” He whispered while moving again, causing you to look at your formal shoes and his black Oxford’s.

You followed the path he created until you two were moving in sync.

“See, it isn’t that hard.” Jake said as you hummed in response and smiled.

You were actually having fun for once.

A few moments of silence passed through the space between both of you, but luckily, it wasn’t awkward.

It was comforting.

However, it wasn’t long before it was interrupted.

Jake looked up at the sound of chuckles and grimaced at the sight.

“Don’t you feel annoyed?” He asked as you looked up from the ground.

“What?” You replied, confused. He cocked his head at the two who danced with one another and smiled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

You shifted your gaze to where he stared. Turns out, he was referring to your ex and ex-best friend.

Usually, you would feel a sharp strike at your heart when you saw the two together, but right now, you didn’t.

“Not really.” You replied, eyes still on the two, causing Jake to look at you with knitted brows.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Even if she was my friend for most of my life…” You paused, looking back at the boy.

“So were you,” you explained, “I might’ve lost a friend and a possible lover, yet I’m not as phased anymore.”

“Because I might’ve fallen in love with you,” was what you wanted to say last, but couldn’t.

“Because I still have you, right? That’s enough for me.” You said instead, not wanting to make things awkward.

He was probably still hung up on his ex-girlfriend, and judging from the way he rolled his eyes when he saw her and her new boyfriend together, you definitely weren’t wrong.

“Well, I am.” Jake said in a harsh tone as you tilted your head in confusion.

“I still hate seeing those two together.” He explained, his hands tightening around your waist again.

“Jake, too tight.” You winced, trying to shimmy out of his grip.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He apologized with a sheepish laugh.

Yes, the sound made your heart flutter, yet you knew anything you did wouldn’t have an affect on him.

“Here, let’s take a break. Would you like something to drink or eat?” Jake asked, removing his hands completely.

It would be nice to get a break from your heart constantly thumping at an immense pace.

So, you nodded at his request in agreement. He flashed a smile at you once more before leaving to visit the serving table as you returned a more awkward one.

Once he was gone, you looked over at your ex and your ex-best friend, then at Jake’s ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend and sighed.

Wow, was this what unrequited love felt like? If so, you hated it.

Never again.

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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 5 months

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Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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secret soft boy revealed | enhypen sunghoon

warnings: insults towards build a bear, sunghoon being a judgemental bitch /hj, irony or like little hypocritical (not that bad i swear), also like mega soft hoonie

genre/au: fluff, boyfriend!sunghoon au

word count: 1.4k

summary: build-a-bear is a cliche and old thing that couple do. only lame people would go there to build a bear when it's obviously easier to just buy one.. so tell me why THE Park Sunghoon just so happens to be there, enjoying the fact that he's building a bear... whipped af

sidenote: pls don't question where my mind's at these days, idk either. like this idea legit just popped outta nowhere and has been stuck for like a week. i had to do it, i had to so deal with it. sunghoon's cute like this anyway, also hoping he isn't super ooc in this, i tried my best y'all

Sunghoon is a man with a lot of pride. That pride slowly increased as the years went by and never stopped to fall. It rose from ice skating, it rose from his fangirls at college, and it definitely rose when and as he dates you. But right now, his pride is easily being challenged by a stuffed animal store. What exactly is he looking at right now?

“Ya! What the fuck is this nightmare of a store?” He felt his feet halt at the sight of the -what’s a nice way to describe it- childish looking store. Well that’s way better compared to what he did say. His eyes are wide and figure is just frozen cause he definitely did not see this as part of his day when he said that you could take him anywhere.

“What do you mean? It’s build-a-bear, it’s cute.” You replied in a questioning tone. You tug at his arm trying to pull him inside the store but it gets progressively harder as if he doesn’t want to go in.

“It looks stupid.” You knew it, this wasn’t the ideal place to go to.

You frown at his response and let go of his hand with a huff, “you look stupid. If you really don’t wanna go in then I won’t force you to. I just thought it would be fun to do together.” Maybe you should’ve picked a different place for the two of you to go to instead of something so immature. You probably look like such a childish significant other in his eyes right now. Great…

He looked over at you and felt his figure slump at your down state. Was this build-a-bear thing such a bad thing that he would shut it down before even trying it? For others, maybe. But for you, no way. He likes you too much for that. So he lifted your chin and forced a smile, “I want to do it, just don’t expect me to be too into it. Just want you to have fun.”

“REALLY HOONIE!? You’re serious about this, promise?” With a slight nod of his head, you beamed your smile at him and excitedly dragged him into the store. This’ll be fun, right?

Oh boy were you soooo right! You and Sunghoon had only entered the workshop around 15 minutes ago and anyone can obviously see how much you’re enjoying it so far, but what you didn’t expect was to see your boyfriend enjoying just as much as you. Maybe even a little bit more. The way he paid so much attention to the worker who explained what to do first since you were both first time build-a-bear makers, or maybe how he said how you two should surprise each other with your build-a-bear and see who made a better one like it was a competition. Nevertheless, you agreed to his proposition.

So here you are, looking around the store trying to find a design you think would be best. Frogs, nope. Bunnies, cute but no. Unicorns, why. Everything seemed so basic and incomplete until there, your build-a-bear chilling on the second shelf. A little penguin.

Awwww, it’s so cute! It kinda looks like Sunghoon. My ice prince and my ice related animal, makes sense

“You are way too cute not to get! Come on, let’s go get you all plush and personalised.” You happily walk over to the worker and move onto the next step, the worker instructing you to do this silly but amusing heart warming ceremony for your almost stuffed penguin. Rubbing the plastic heart between your hands and giving the heart a wish for your plush was one of the most entertaining things to do. Screw being childish, this was terrific and you didn’t care. And it seems as though your boyfriend doesn’t care either since he comes rushing over to you with an unstuffed bear and a huge grin on his face.

“I FOUND IT!! I found the perfect one to get, a classic with my personal touch. I am definitely winning this!” He confidently handed it to the worker and worked on his heart warming ceremony. A serious look on his face as he warmed up the plastic heart in his hands, rubbing it on the fully stuffed animal to create memories, promising to care for his new build-a-bear, and sealing that promise with a kiss.

HE’S SO CUTE OMG!! HOON YOU ARE SO CUTE LIKE THIS, STUPID MY ASS, YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND EVER

After everything was done, the workers placed the hearts in each stuffed animal and closed them up before handing them to you. You both thanked them before looking at each other with determination in both of your eyes. “Sorry Hoonie, but I think I won this one. I got a penguin while you got a basic bear.”

He loudly gasped at your words, hands over his heart before placing the bear’s paw over their heart. “How could you? My bear is not basic! He is a classic with a customised scarf as a personal accessory. I for sure won this challenge, step down babe.”

“How does adding a scarf make it that much better, Hoon?”

He froze. “Hoon?” He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, not noticing that his cheeks and ears began to turn the lightest shade of red. “Hoon~, wanna answer me?” You teasingly ask him, closing the distance between the two of you. “Please..”

“IgavehimasimilarscarftotheoneIgaveyouwhenwestarteddatingandiputourinitialsonthescarfaswell…” Sunghoon said quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. This is embarrassing, too embarrassing for him.

“Sunghoon, I understand nothing from that. Could you repeat it again, a little slower this time?”

“Ishhhhh, okay. I gave him a similar scarf to the one I gave you when we started dating and I put our initials on the scarf as well…” His blush deepened to the point he started covering his face with his hands. You bit your lip in pure amusement and happiness.

Yep, I’m right. My boyfriend is the cutest thing ever, I love him so much

“Can I see?” He hurriedly nodded and pushed the bear in your direction. The classic brown bear with a different colour for the heart shaped paws and the scarf that did indeed have both of your initials in it. PSH <3 Y/N. You could feel your heart melt at the sight of something so simple yet weirdly touching. This man is too much for your heart. “You win, Hoonie. I-I don’t think I can beat this.”

He peeked out of the gaps between his fingers, “really?” He saw your nod and your shy smile and started smirking at you all smug like. “You really like it, huh?”

You push his face away and begin to walk towards the counter to pay for the build-a-bears, “don’t get too cocky, Park Sunghoon!” He followed after you with a loud laugh. “Oh yeah, what do you think we should name them?”

“Tofu for the penguin and Mapo for the bear?”

“Like mapo tofu, the dish? Just why?”

“Because mapo tofu is two parts that make a great dish together, just like how you and I make a great couple together and plus we made these build-a-bears together… also I’m kind of craving some mapo tofu right now.” You slapped his shoulder and chuckled at his dorky analogy. Mapo and Tofu, kind of cute.

“Hoon, do you still want to buy them some clothes?”

“Nah, I’m kind of tired. Spent too much time trying to win the competition. We can just buy them clothes next time if we want to and order some takeout at home..” He handed over his credit card and waited for the cashier to place the stuffed animals in the bags before heading out the store with you.

“So there’s a next time?” You cheekily grinned at him. You can see that shy smile that only shows when he’s admitting to something he judged too quickly but enjoyed.

“Maybe… It wasn’t so bad going to build-a-bear with you.” He wasn’t lying, it was pretty entertaining. Especially since he saw just how happy you looked while getting your penguin. It wasn’t so much that building a bear was fun but more on how fun it was to be with you. Okay, he’s lying a bit. Maybe building his own bear was pretty fun. But he won’t admit it. Cause who would ever think that the so-called ice prince would be so into building a bear?

I hope you all enjoyed reading this random fic, I'm hoping it was okay. All support is very much appreciated <;33

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"MOTH TO A FLAME (part 4)"

Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

part 3 ⟵ part 4 ⟶ part 5

series masterlist

summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, suggestive, this isn't proofread so... sorry for any mistakes lol- lemme know if I missed anything!

After the eliminations and all the teams had said their goodbyes to TsubaKill, everyone wrapped up filming for the day. Some crews had stayed in their rooms to decompress a bit before leaving the studio for the day. Jam Republic had been sitting around when a knock was heard on their door. Bada had come to speak with y/n, and the two decided to hang out.

“Are you free now?” the shorter one asked, and Bada held out her hand for y/n to take, which she did. The two already grinning like lovesick idiots.

“For you I am.” Bada responded smoothly, swinging their joint hands back and forth. Y/n rolled her asked, trying to hide her blush by faking annoyance.

“We could just walk around and get something to eat- there’s this nice plaza not too far away from here if that sounds interesting to you” she continued, really hoping the idea appealed to the younger girl, seeing as it was one of Bada’s favorite spots to visit when she was around the area.

“That sounds perfect- Lemme just get changed real quick!” y/n smiles excitedly and bounces on the balls of her feet.

“Okay, good! I’m gonna change too, so just come knock on my door when you’re ready” Bada squeezed her hand and smiled as she felt herself relax her shoulder she didn’t even realize had tensed up while waiting for the response. The smaller girl across from her nods with wide, energetic eyes and backs away.

The second Bada arrives back to her own crew’s room, she’s already being slightly harassed with questions as she tries to calmly brush past her members to gather the extra clothes she brought to change into.

“Oh, you’re back? I would've thought that you’d left with y/n already” Lusher snickered from her spot on the couch. Which caused all the others to pick back up in their questioning.

“I have to get changed, y/n’s gonna be knocking on our door soon and I have to be ready to go when she gets here.” the leader calmly, almost teasingly stated, which AGAIN sent the younger members spitfire questions at her. Bada’s lip curved up slightly as she continued to tune out her members and move past them to the changing area of their dressing room.

A few moments later, Bada exits the sectioned-off dressing area wearing light-washed baggy jeans and a light green t-shirt with white trim. Her members were slightly shocked at the more dressed-up feminine outfit, used to seeing their leader change into simple comfy clothes after filming. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her dress like that before, but it just proved to them that y/n definitely played a role in Bada’s recent fashion choices. It shocked them even more as Bada reached into her bag and pulled out a few dainty gold accessories, with pearly accents.

“Bada… you seriously had a whole outfit planned out just in case you got the chance to go on an impromptu date with her??” Kyma’s shocked expression matched that of most of her teammates, who were all just as baffled by their leader's very serious crush. Bada just looked at them through the vanity mirror as she continued to put her earrings in

“Hm? Well yeah… I always have an extra outfit for after filming, now I just carry two extra outfits- one comfy one… and then one in case I have to be somewhere that requires me to look nice…” the tall leader tried to explain in a relaxed tone, but her blush gave away the slight embarrassment she was feeling at the teasing of her members, who all giggled and shook their heads at how cute she was. They all continued to watch her get ready, like little kids who watched their mom get ready for work or a date. Bada still stood in front of the vanity mirror, bending down slightly as she slicked her hair back into a high ponytail, making sure to flatten out her bangs after so they lay neatly against her forehead.

She finished getting ready, making sure her phone was charged and the little important things like her keys and wallet were in the small purse she brought along. Bada decided just to leave her dance bag there for the night, seeing as she’d be back the next day and knew she’d end up calling a cab to get home later in the evening.

“So where are you guys going that caused you to dress nice?” Minah asked, genuinely curious, looking up at the tall girl from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coach. Bada smiled, amused.

“We were planning on just walking around and getting some food… the weather’s nice and it’s supposed to rain in a few days, so why not enjoy it?” she had explained, sitting in one of the chairs closest to the door crossing one leg over the other. Her teammates all collectively sat there, all of them somehow thinking similarly in regard to their leader and her relationship with the youngest member of Jam Republic.

“Do you like her?” Cheche asked, leaning back on her palms. Everyone turned to look at her with either deadpan stares or looks of confusion. She sat up and sighed.

“I mean do you LIKE like her? Like- seriously? Romantically?” she clarified, even though everyone pretty much got what she was getting at. Now that the question was asked they were all curious to hear Bada’s response. Sure they knew she admired the much younger girl, and they all recognized how easily the two made each other blush, but did that necessarily mean it was romantic?

Even Bada herself was slightly caught off-guard by the question. Would they be disappointed in her if she said yes? Would they not take her as seriously as a leader if she admitted to having feelings for their competition- or worse- would they stop respecting her for loving another woman? They all have taken part in the teasing and affectionate remarks about her and y/n’s relationship, but did that mean they would support it?

“Yeah… I do like her. I think I like her a lot…” Bada finally admitted after a few moments of silence. She tried to speak confidently and as if it wasn’t something she worried about; and she realized shortly after that it really wasn’t something to worry about, after seeing every single one of her members smile gently at her. Cheche huffed out a little laugh.

“Hm… good, cuz I like her for you.” the ginger concluded with a nod, and everyone laughed softly at her approval, even agreeing out loud with quiet murmurs and gentle nods. Their conversation ended when a knock was heard at the door and Bada stopped listening, immediately standing to open the door for (hopefully) y/n. When it swung open and confirmed that the smaller jam republic dancer was the one knocking, Bada’s smile grew into a cheesy grin immediately. The younger girl had on a light yellow halter neck top paired with a long denim skirt that was the same color as Bada’s jeans. Her hair was held up by a pearly yellow claw clip to match her top, and she must’ve taken off her stage makeup or something because all Bada could think about was how the girl in front of her seemed to be glowing even more than usual. The older girl couldn’t stop staring with a lovesick smile.

“You look absolutely beautiful…” she mumbled so her teammates wouldn’t hear and start teasing her, but still loud enough for y/n to hear. The younger of the two giggled girlishly and blushed, shying away for a moment.

“Thank you… you look really good too” y/n quietly fawned over Bada and smiled up at her when she finally regained the courage to. The older girl reacted similarly with shy giggles and a hushed ‘thank you’, before telling the other to wait one moment, while she grabbed her belongings and said goodbye to her team, they all smiled softly, not a single one having the heart to tease her in that moment, simple enjoying how relaxed and happy their leader looked.

“Alright- ready to go?” Bada returned with her phone in her pocket and purse over her shoulder. y/n nodded and held out her hand with a shy but cheesy smile, waiting for her to take it, causing the older to chuckle and shake her head, of course taking the smaller hand in hers. As they walked side by side out of the studio, Bada realized the sweet smell of citrus and vanilla, smiling discreetly at the shorter girl next to her. She glanced over and noticed the light blush and subtle glowy highlight decorating her cheekbones. That was something Bada had picked up as soon as she started hanging out with y/n- the girl always matched her makeup and perfume to whatever she was wearing, and it was just another little thing about her that made Bada so obsessed with her.

They continued to walk to city streets, talking and laughing about whatever came to mind. It was still warm out, and since the summer season was somewhat at it’s peak the sun was still up even though it was about 7 o’clock. The two neared a nice park area that had vendors and little shops surrounding the inner edge where they had just come from. The area was beautiful as it overlooked a lake and seemed like the perfect spot to watch the sunset.

“Let’s get something to eat! Then we can sit and watch the sunset by the lake!” y/n excitedly requested, gently tugging on Bada’s arm to pull her in the direction of the food stops. The tall girl smiled, absolutely entranced by the girl attached to her arm. Y/n had her arm wrapped around Bada’s as she continued to direct them.

“What should we get? I still don’t really know my Korean food preferences- they’re so different now than from before…” y/n pondered out loud, hoping for her partner’s input.

“Wait- you’ve been here before?” Bada laughed in slight surprise, not realizing she missed a possibly important detail about the girl she was crushing on.

“Oh yeah! Besides the few times I've performed at k-con in the US, I’ve also performed in Korea twice. But on top of that- I spent the summer here a few years ago when I was in high school to study performance. I also spent two other summers in Japan studying dance- so that’s why I know a bit of the customs and such… but I never figured out my likes and dislikes for food…” the younger dancer finished, once again thinking about what they should eat, and now trying to figure out why she never developed an understanding of what she liked.

“Wow…” Bada quietly exclaimed, causing the other girl to bring her attention back to her with wide eyes.

“I didn’t realize you had THAT much experience… I mean- I know you’re talented and have done a lot of performances- but I didn’t think you’d done that much at such a young age…” she continued, truly baffled at how much the younger girl had trained and worked to improver the quality of her craft. It impressed her seeing as many older dancers still didn’t put in as much effort as it seems y/n has.

“How did you even have time for school???” Bada suddenly questioned quite loudly, causing y/n to laugh at her shock.

“Well… I did my best in school while still going to dance classes after classes ended and on the weekends. Since I kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble, my parents didn’t need too much convincing when I told them I wanted to travel. It was hard though, because on top of that, I also had to work my own jobs to help pay for it, since classes alone aren’t cheap, but traveling on top of that is even harder to pay for… I always communicated with my teachers about when I would be out of class for performances and most of them were really understanding- and super supportive as well… I was really lucky.” y/n once again finished reminiscing with a small smile, the older dancer mirroring her expression.

“You really are so amazing…” Bada whispered and y/n rolled her eyes playfully again trying to conceal her shyness.

“If I'm amazing then that must mean you’re perfect…” she combatted, causing Bada to roll her own eyes and scoff in shock, still never losing her smile.

“You can’t be serious right now- I am FAR from perfect-”

“You’re tall, somehow are able to be pretty AND handsome, are an amazing dancer and choreographer, have a beautiful smile- and don’t even get me started on how your laugh is probably the most beautiful sound on earth… you are perfect Bada… at least to me you are” y/n started out confidently, but her confidence quickly died out by the end, as she finished her rant in a soft mumble, looking down at eh ground instead of holding eye contact like she was before. Bada stood straight up in shock, arm still looped with y/n’s. She didn’t know what to say or how to react- on one hand, she wanted to argue that she, like everyone else, had many flaws; but then on the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel flattered and appreciated. So she just held her tongue altogether.

“Let’s go get something to eat” was what Bada ended up saying. y/n looked up with wide eyes that held a bit of worry, nervous that she had said something wrong. Bada noticed and simply reassured her with a gentle smile and ruffled the shorter girl’s hair, messing it up a bit. It wasn’t much, but still caused y/n to groan and take out the clip to redo her hair as she playfully glared at the older girl. They continued walking until the two were finally able to decide on a food place. They ordered and got their food, before heading over towards the grassy area of the park to sit and watch the sunset.

The two dancers sat and quietly ate, having little bits of conversation here and there, but mostly focusing on their food. Bada’s phone was still open on the camera from when she had taken pictures of their meals a few minutes prior to them digging in. She noticed how cute y/n was, cheeks puffed as she chewed a mouth full of food, so focused on the meal in front of her, and couldn’t help but discreetly lift her phone to take some candid pictures.

“Y/n…” she eventually called out to get the younger girl’s attention, who immediately looked up with raised eyebrows and wide eyes- and of course, cheeks still full of food. Bada was able to swiftly capture her cute reaction before the girl was giving her a deadpan expression and playful lifting her fisting as a “threat”. The older laughed and continued to click pictures, which caused a small bashful smile to appear on Y/n’s face as she tried not to blush and continue peacefully eating her meal.

By the time the two had finished eating the sun was just about to set. This time y/n was the one pulling out her phone, telling Bada to pose. The older just laughed and closed her eyes, holding up half a heart to her cheek and smiling gently. Y/n smiled as she clicked away.

“Keep posing- The sky is pretty, you’re gonna wanna post it…” the younger of the two prompted still looking at the sky through the phone, only glancing up when the older spoke up

“Ya shouldn’t you be telling me to pose cuz I’m pretty?” Bada playfully pouted and whined, causing y/n to raise her eyebrows for a moment followed by her busting into a fit of giggles. She had never seen her act like this, and it warmed her heart, making her feel extra fuzzy inside. She didn’t even notice Bada’s pout melt into an affectionate smile, as the younger was trying to still get more pictures.

“Oh my god, you’re starting to sound like me…” Y/n replied finally looking up from the phone as her giggles died down. She set her phone down and just stared into Bada’s eyes, the two smiling cheesily at each other, bursting into another fit of giggles after a few seconds of silence.

“Alright, alright, you turn-” Bada picked up her own phone again after the giggles died down once again, scooching over to sit next to where y/n was sitting, motioning for the other girl to move over and sit in front of the sunset, which she did without hesitation. y/n posed more than Bada did, more prepared than the older girl was, but after only a few nice pictures were taken, the younger started to pull silly faces and do stupid poses causing the other to laugh behind the camera. It ended up causing y/n to laugh too, which luckily was captured by Bada’s quick clicking.

“Wait- I wanna take pictures with you” the younger of the two quickly halted the process with a slight pout and wide eyes and reached her hand out to the girl across from her, waving her hand in a ‘come here quickly’ motion. Bada quickly crawled back to where she had originally sat, a small smile adorning her features as the two cuddled up with each other to take selfies. After a few were taken with the lake and sunset in the background, y/n pulled out her own phone, opened snapchat, and propped it up against one of their purses.

“No what’re you doing?” Bada giggled amusedly at the other, who had now started recording.

“You’ve never done this? Recorded yourself posing so you could go back and screenshot the moments later?” she had asked in response to the older girl, who furrowed her brows and shook her head side to side. Y/n’s jaw dropped momentarily before further explaining

“It makes taking pictures so much easier- you don’t have to set a time eight hundred times or keep going back and forth- it’s great, trust me.” and that she did. Bada watched herself and y/n in the phone’s reflection with the beautiful sunset behind them, once again giggling- they never seem to stop giggling when they’re with each other.

About ten minutes later, y/n had countless videos of the two of them saved to her snapchat memories, ready to be looked at and later and screenshotted for the best moments. They all consisted of them smiling and giggling, of course, sometimes bursting out into full-out laughter. Some videos were them hugging and clinging to each other, or making hearts, one even had a moment where y/n was kissing Bada’s cheek and then another had the same moment but the roles reversed. The two continued their joy and sweet moments as they rewatched some of the videos, blushing all over again.

The sun was almost completely gone now, only the tiniest peach pit glow coming from the horizon, as Bada sat with arm around y/n who was leaning back on her palms, with her head resting on Bada’s shoulder, their legs slightly tangled together as they relaxed in the grass. If anyone were to walk by right now and observe them would they think the two girls were really close best friends? Or lovers? If they were bigger celebrities and well-known to the general public, would they be allowed to do this? Even if they weren’t, neither of them would care. It was peaceful, and even though neither of them spoke, it was comfortable. But nonetheless, the silence was broken

“Are you excited for the pool party?” the older of the two whispered sweetly, glancing down at the girl resting on her shoulder. y/n glanced up tiredly through her lashes and Bada swore she was looking into the eyes of an angel.

“Of course- I’m excited to finally get to actually talk to everyone. Maybe it’ll make me less hostile toward other contestants,” she responded calmly and finished her statement with a smug smile as cuddled herself back into Bada’s side causing the older to let out a loud chortle. She let out a long sigh to get herself to calm down before speaking again.

“Yeah… ya know I’m pretty excited too…” the tall girl expressed, insinuating she wants the other to ask why, which she does. When Bada doesn’t respond right away, y/n glances up at her to see her already looking back

“Well…” Bada smirks somewhat playfully but definitely preparing to say something inappropriate

“I get to my pretty girl in a pretty little swimsuit… why wouldn’t I be excited” she finally explained, causing y/n to sit completely up and scoff crossing her arms. Her jaw hung open as she tried not to show how flustered she really was, but the heat in her cheeks and the way she avoided eye contact easily gave her away.

“Yeah? Well-” y/n struggled for something to say, stammering and stuttering, yet still coming up with nothing, as Bada just sat there and smirked seductively, leaning back on her hands. The smaller girl just groaned and rubbed her hands down her face, leaving them there to cover her eyes in hopes that she could just hide her embarrassment. When she peaked through her fingers, the older girl was still just sitting there with her head tilted and a teasing smile painting her face, yet her eyes were dark and mischievous. y/n sighed and let her hands fall aggressively to her sides.

“You suck” she whined childishly, throwing her head back and laughing a little in between.

“Oh c’mon now don’t say things like that-” Bada fake pouted reaching her hand up to cup y/n’s face and caress her cheek

“Cuz you know that’s an easy line for me to come back from- I can quickly fluster you even worse if you wanna talk about ‘sucking’...” the older one finished, using her one hand still on the other’s face to hold quiche both cheeks condescendingly, once again rendering y/n speechless. While Bada did love getting to laugh and joke around with her, she missed seeing y/n so dazed and puppy-like the way she is now. The way her eyes quickly glazed over and her lips slightly parted, it was such a pretty picture to Bada.

“Should we start heading home now Puppy?” the leader finally broke what seemed like minutes of silence, still holding eye contact and keeping a gentle grip on y/n’s face. When the younger nodded, Bada teased her by jerking her head up and down as a way to “assist” her response since she was still in the older girl’s grasp. Bada stood first, finally letting go of y/n’s face but immediately reached out her hand to help her stand- not letting go and continuing to pull the smaller girl into her chest with the same smirk as before, loving how y/n continued to get ever more flustered. They began walking back where they came from hand-in-hand, turning to head into the city.

“I’ll call us a car.” Bada whispered while tucking a loose strand of hair behind the other girl’s ear, letting her hand caress down the side of her neck allowing the flush to return to her skin. The older walked a couple of steps away after seeing y/n nod, opened something on her phone, and spoke to someone about having a car sent to the small twenty-four-hour coffee shop they were currently at. After a few moments, she returned and sat back across from y/n.

“They said it’ll be about ten minutes.” she continued to speak softly, taking notice of the young girl’s still somewhat hazy look. Bada couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at how precious she was- y/n was already getting sleepy before they left the park, but the older girl’s teasing right as they were leaving left her feeling in a daze- which seemed to be affecting her still. Bada thought the combination of tired and flustered y/n was definitely a sight because she became even whinier and clingier- almost as if she were intoxicated. She hadn’t even realized how much time had passed with the two of them just staring at each other until she felt her phone buzz letting her know their driver had arrived.

“C’mon princess, the car’s here.” Bada once again whispered, this time gently but still slightly authoritative. She got up first and y/n immediately followed, quickly moving to wrap both her arms around one of Bada’s, almost cuddling into her side as they began to walk out, causing the holder to smile endearingly, not even noticing the blush overtaking her face anymore.

Once they were both in the car, they were originally sat on the two opposite sides, but as soon as Bada buckled her seatbelt, y/n scooted over to sit in the middle so she could cuddle up to the older girl once again. The tall girl was really enjoying this new side of the younger girl, loving how clingy and needy she was. It really got her thinking…

About five minutes into the 15-minute drive to y/n’s apartment Bada moved her arm from around the smaller girl’s shoulder and reached in between them to unbuckle her seatbelt, causing y/n to look up in confusion. The older of the two completely turned her body sideways to face the other and gently lifted her hand to tuck another loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“This clip really isn’t doing much for you anymore… here” Bada reached around behind y/n, gently taking out the clip in the back of her hair, letting it all fall loosely.

“There we go…” the older mumbled. She didn’t realize how close their faces were until y/n released a shallow breath that the girl herself didn’t even know she was holding. Looking into her eyes, Bada saw how dilated the young girl’s pupils were and how her lips were once again slightly parted.

“I hope this is okay…” Bada whispered before slowly closing the gap between them, pressing her plum lips to y/n’s. The younger whimpered immediately, finally feeling the slightest bit of relief at the attention she was receiving. She brought both of her hands to rest on Bada’s chest, right near her collarbones, while Bada had one hand on the side of Y/n’s neck and the other resting on the back of the car seats. The older was really glad she had said yes when their driver had asked if they wanted music on, or else the car would've been filled with y/n’s quiet whimpers, Bada’s occasional shushes, and of course the sound of their lips molding together

The first thing Bada noticed about kissing the girl was the flavor. Her lips were sweet but held the taste of the lemon lip balm she had reapplied after they finished eating. It surprised the older girl, seeing as how she’d kissed plenty of other people before, but never noticed the taste. Was it because they were all men? There’s no way because even though it was nothing serious, Bada had kissed other women before, so how come she’s never noticed the taste?

They made it back to y/n’s apartment and Bada insisted on walking her up (even though there wasn’t much argument from y/n in the first place). They barely made it up to her floor, seeing as they were cuddled together as they got out of the car and made their way inside, continued making out in the elevator, and then clung to each other as they made their way to her door. Bada gave her a few more short kisses before separating and saying how she had to go.

“Don’t you wanna stay?” the younger whined slightly with sad puppy eyes and furrowed brows, causing her counterpart to sigh

“Of course I do… but you need rest, it’s been a long day.” Bada rubbed her sides up and down gently, trying to get the girl to understand how important it is for her to take care of herself. And instead of listening, as the older had hoped, the small girl tightened her arms around her neck and managed to pull her back down.

“But I wanna make it even longer…” y/n mumbled against her lips, kissing her again. Bada sighed into the kiss, bringing one hand up to pet the shorter girl’s hair, then moving it to the back of her neck to continue playing with the loose strands. She managed to back away for a moment, then pressed a quick but firm final kiss to y/n’s lips before taking her small face in both hands, not allowing the younger girl to try and kiss again- which of course caused a pout to form on her face.

“No more, baby” Bada giggled softly, and continued to do so when the girl in front of her whined in distress.

“Call me tomorrow, okay? You need to rest” the older of the two authoritatively requested and y/n nodded, still frowning. Bada sighed and gave her one last kiss on the lips (for real this time) before reaching into y/n’s bag and grabbing her keys, unlocking the girl’s apartment door and opening it, before handing the keys back.

“Goodnight princess” y/n sighed and huffed before backing up slightly to be inside her apartment.

“Goodnight… please text me when you get home” she expressed with newfound worry apparent on her face, causing the older girl to chuckle softly

“I will, I promise.” then she waved, watching y/n nod and fight with herself to close the door. Once Bada heard the door lock, she headed back down and walked out to the cap that was still waiting in front to take her to her own home.

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A few days later, it was time for the pool party. Each crew arrived one by one, similarly to how they did on their first day together. Mannequeen was first, followed by 1 million. Jam Republic posed at the entrance and then strutted their way in, decked out in their fashionable yet comfy swimwear and coverups. y/n of course went all out per usual, making sure her accessories and shoes correlated perfectly with her bathing suit. The members all danced around and showed off while the other two teams cheered and hollered for them.

Wolf’lo was the next group to arrive and was followed by Deep n Dap, who was followed by Bebe. the blue team walked out, acting cool and pretending to be bodyguards with their water guns. But the second they arrived in front of all the other teams, the crew received about five seconds of cheers before some of the other teams started spraying them. Y/n jumped in shock at the sudden attack but began laughing hysterically at the usually cool older girl running away and squealing while the rest of her team clumped together in hopes that no one would start spraying them too. Eventually, team Bebe started shooting back and defending their leader (who was currently squatting at the end of the runway, curled in a ball trying to avoid the attacks). Even moments later when all six members lined up on the runway to jump in one by one, Bada stood at the back and hesitated when it was her turn, deciding to run away giggling while her teammates splashed her in revenge for not jumping in the pool with them

The last team to arrive was Lady Bounce, and after their appearance things kicked into action. All the girls began splashing around and tossing beach balls back and forth, some even dancing and making up silly choreographies in the water. It truly was such a nice bonding moment for them all. While Y/n and Harimu were playing like children (like the babies they are), Kirsten was getting splashed heavily while trying to relax on her raft, and luckily Emma caught it all on camera- including when she was completely flipped over by Redlic. Kirsten easily got her revenge though, as she emerged from the water and ran straight to redlic, gently tackling the girl and sending them both under the water.

While almost everyone else got out of the pool to begin preparing food Harimu and y/n took turns on the big swing, with Harimu trying to show y/n how to swing while keeping her balance, but she ended up just pushing the younger girl instead of letting her swing herself.

“Harimu is like her older sister trying to teach the younger sister how to do something” Redlic giggled while snacking on a piece of watermelon. The other girls around her shared giggles as well while watching two of the youngest members of the show play around. They had endless energy as they continued to dance, swim, and mess around in the water- even when the others tok breaks or sat back and relaxed.

“I didn’t think y/n would be so playful… she seems like such a little princess when she’s not dancing” Yoonji pointed out, causing Jam Republic to chuckle.

“That’s actually our nickname for her- “Princess” because she does actually act like one a lot” Kirsten responded matter-of-factly, leading to everyone else bursting out in laughter at the revelation.

“PRINCESS” DoHee called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound. Everyone watched in amusement as y/n stopped playing and immediately whipped around.

“Huh?” the young girl looked around with wide eyes for the source of the calling, and it caused everyone else to laugh even harder than before, leaving y/n with a cute confused smile on her face, absolutely clueless to the older dancers fawning over her.

“She’s so fucking cute, I feel like I’m dying” Bada dramatically clutched her chest in faux pain as everyone continued to laugh with her, not thinking anything of it. She was so lovestruck and captivated by the young dancer, she didn’t even have it in her to feel jealous at someone else calling y/n “princess”.

After their outing a few nights ago- Bada couldn’t really tell if it was a date or not, so she refrained from calling it that, even though she really wanted to (and even though they literally kissed…)- she was somehow productive and super distracted at the same time. All she’d been thinking about since then was y/n- her sweet perfume, how her hair felt between her fingers, and of course the taste of her lips. She knew she was overthinking, but Bada really hoped y/n didn’t regret anything.

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Almost all the food was ready so y/n and Harimu finally decided to come out of the pool. y/n ran shivering over to Kirsten, who was already waiting for the youngest with a towel, knowing how easily she got cold. Once y/n got close enough, the jam republic leader held the towel open with both hands and stopped forwards wrapping it around the small girl, while simultaneously engulfing her in a bear hug, coughing them both to smile and giggle.

Once again other teams admired the dynamic of the pink crew, loving how caring their leader is, and fawning over their youngest’s baby-like behavior. 1 million specifically loved to sit and watch y/n be babied, finding her mannerisms quite adorable, much like everyone else but on a much larger scale. Imagine a whole team of Bada’s (minus the romantic feelings) and that’s exactly team 1 million reacts to y/n- even Lia Kim!

Latrice is towel drying the youngest’s hair, playful shaking her head around (they really do baby her to the max) when suddenly y/n’s name is being called out by an oh-so-familiar voice. She lifted her head out of the towel, hair now quite messy, and looked towards the voice, seeing her favorite (non-jam republic) girl waving her over. Y/n smiled brightly and waddled over to Bada who was grilling with Funky Y.

“What’s up?” the small Jam Republic girl asked with bright eyes, looking up at Bada, who found her adorable with no makeup, still completely wrapped in her fluffy towel.

“Try this-” was all the older girl had said before lifting up a piece of freshly grilled meat, blowing on it gently, and holding it for the other to eat. Y/n took two little steps forward and opened her mouth widely, letting out a soft ‘ahh’ sound as she waited for Bada to place it in her mouth, which she did, then followed it by picking up her own piece. after a few seconds of chewing, y/n’s eyes widened and brows furrowed as she hummed in delight. Bada couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth since she was still trying to swallow her own piece of meat, but she picked up another slice, holding it out to the younger of the two who was smiling happily as she was ready to be fed again.

“I seriously can’t believe y/n had Bada wrapped around her finger like that… Gooseul commented sulking a little. JJ just scoffed and knocked shoulders with her.

“Y/n has everyone wrapped around her finger…”

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The alcohol was brought out to each team’s tent, and all eyes were on the two youngest members of Jam Republic.

“Are we even allowed to be doing this…” Audrey mumbled quietly to y/n, who was staring confusedly at the bottles in front of them. Short answer- no. long answer- technically yes, since they were of age in Korea, just not in the States. Either way, they were not shown on camera anywhere near the alcohol.

After everyone finished eating and drinking, the dancer went back to enjoying their relaxation time- most choosing to stay out of the pool, while others went back in.

“Oh my god…” Bada suddenly mumbled, eyes wide, looking like she’d just seen a ghost. Tatter looked over and began to panic seeing her leader’s face.

“What?? What’s wrong??” the blonde whispered frantically.

“She has a tattoo…” the leader responded in a daze. Tatter’s jaw dropped as she stared blankly, then scoffed mumbling ‘I seriously cannot believe you’. Bada was genuinely baffled. How did she not know this? Has she just not been paying attention? It really wasn’t her fault though seeing as y/n’s tattoo was small and on her upper-middle back, right on her spine. It was a simple little symbol representing her zodiac. Since she wore tops and sports bras that covered her back most of the time, it was really hard to see unless she had on a fully open-back top, and even when she wore those, you still might not see it if her hair was in the way. Like today- the young girl’s swimsuit has a fully open back, but her hair had been down most of the afternoon until she recently decided to put it up in a bun after it got wet, exposing her back.

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice the one on her hip-” “WHAT???” Lusher tried to comment but was immediately cut off. She sighed with a mischievous-knowing smile and took a sip of her drink, eyeing her leader before speaking up again.

“Yeah, I don’t know how you didn’t notice that…” tatter and Minah giggled as their teammate teased the leader, who was now trying (and failing) to discreetly look at y/n in hopes of catching sight of the other mentioned tattoo.

“Lusher you’re so mean” Tatter laughed and whined playfully, feeling a bit of pity for their simp of a leader

“of course she wouldn’t be able to see it… we only saw it by accident- it’s on her hip bone and her bottoms cover it up. We just… happened to be there when Redy got a little too rowdy with her…” Minah tried to calmly explain, while Lusher on the other hand was stifling laughter as she watched Bada’s face switch from desperate puppy to aserious leader.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean” the oldest bebe member questioned grimly, causing Lusher’s extreme laughter to escape her and Tatter to suppress a wide grin and laughter, leading her to snort.

“Well you know… they were playing around and bathing suits aren’t glued to your body so… it slipped?” Minah awkwardly explained what happened between y/n and Redy to Bada, whose face was now pale and her mouth was slightly open.

“Oh c’mon Bada, I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before…” Lusher teased again, always loving to watch her group’s leader get worked up over the tiny girl from the pink team. Bada gasped and whipped her head to look at the girl who previously had spoken

“Excuse me- I’m- I- what is that even supposed to mean?” she expressed how flustered she was at her teammate's insinuation, but didn’t want to give her fuel for any more teasing.

“I’m just saying, we never know what you two are up to when you’re alone- I guess I’m just surprised you haven’t seen it already…” Lusher spoke once again teasingly before taking a long sip of her drink

“Hm… another experience I have with y/n that you don’t, better step up your game leader…” she smirked and chewed on her straw to stifle her laughter as Bada’s jaw clenched and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath. The older girl held her hand up and opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed her hand into a tight fist and pursed her lips before deciding to just turn around and walk away, causing the three other members of team Bebe to burst out laughing again.

The leader didn’t get very far though before the monitors were turning on surprising everyone. All teams and their members turned to face the main screen, some still in the pool or nearby it, while others relaxed in the chairs and tents. The video that played shocked everyone, leaving them all gasping and excitedly chattering as Japanese-Filipino choreographer: Rie Hata appeared to give them their next mission.

“It’s time for you to begin the long-awaited Mega Crew Mission”

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Congrats on 1k love!!! Im so happy for you, you deserve all the love 🩶

Could i request a ravenclaw!reader who's a little volatile (i suppose like dark acadameia) that the slytherins have kind of adopted (because shes volatile not violent and they think its cute). But shes been in a relationship with Remus on the down low and they realise at a halloween party?

I imagine Remus as an angel while reader is a devil and the slytherins were already concerned by the costume but then they notice you and Remus and just loose their marbles. Barty's having a meltdown, evans im shock and Sirius is cackling because Regulus is trying to stand tall but Remus is so much bigger than him its just impossible.

Anyway, tysm for your wonderful self and feel free to twist this however fits you, love!!

Hi lovely, thank you so much! I'm assuming you meant this to be for the Fade Into You part of the celebration since it's a specific reader, and also I don't know the Slytherin boys very well so I feel like my characterization could be wayyyyy off but I hope this is alright!

join the party

Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader ♡ 930 words

You’re dancing with your friends when your drink is plucked suddenly from your hand.

“Hey!” You spin around to find the thief, and then your tone changes completely. “Hey, Remus, you came!” You crash into him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Remus hugs you back the best he’s able, a drink in each hand. “And you wore your costume!” You grin as you pull away, resting a hand on either side of his face to admire how soft and sweet he looks in seraphim white. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”

Said cheeks grow warm under your hands. “That’s Sirius’ touch.”

“You look very pretty.” He grins, and you stand on tiptoe to whisper sweetly in his ear, “Now give me back my drink, pretty boy.”

Remus’ smile doesn’t waver, but he becomes a tad more serious about the eyes. “How many have you had?”

“Oh, don’t be such a drag, Lupin,” Barty pipes up, coming up behind you to sling an arm around your shoulder. “She’s fine, and not that it’s any business of yours, but we won’t let anything happen to her.”

“She just seems like maybe she’s had enough,” Remus replies, and his tone is far from unkind, but there’s an edge of admonishment to it that has Barty bristling noticeably. He turns back to you, voice softening. “What do you say, lovely, want to go sit down for a little while?”

You look at Barty, who raises an eyebrow at you. Behind him, Reggie stands with his arms crossed, looking bored with the whole thing.

“I won’t be gone long,” you say in apology, and Barty scoffs disgustedly, but releases you.

“Fine, go play with your costume buddy,” he says. “We’ll be here when you get sick of him.”

You take Remus’ hand in one of yours, flipping Barty off with the other.

“Are we really going to sit down?” you whisper hopefully, and Remus chuckles.

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re not exactly walking in a straight line right now.”

You grin, tugging at his hand playfully. “That’s just ‘cause I’m a rebel. The boys would never let me hang out with them if I walked the straight and narrow.”

“That so?” Remus hums, pulling you down onto a couch beside him. “Have I mentioned how nice you look yet? You really do.”

“I’m not supposed to look nice.” You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to him. “I’m a devil, Rem. I’m supposed to look hot and salacious.”

Remus graces you with a smile, brushing a piece of hair from in front of your eye. “You do look hot, but you look nice too. I don’t think you can help that one, dovey.”

“Yeah?” You bat your eyelashes, moving into his lap. Remus’ eyebrow quirks up slightly, cheeks glittering with the movement, but he doesn’t stop you. “Is it just that I radiate sweetness?” You kiss his jaw. “And patience?” Remus’ cheek is faintly pink where you press your lips. “Innocence, certainly,” you tease, breath hot on his ear, “but what else?”

“Dove,” he whispers, “I think your friends are watching.”

“Hm?” You look up, and sure enough, Regulus, Barty, and Evan are standing just a few feet away by the punch bowl, expressions ranging from bewilderment to abject horror. “Oh. Oops.”

“I—I can’t,” Barty sputters. “I can’t be seeing this. Are you plastered? Get off him.”

You don’t, but Remus does it for you, standing and setting you on your feet as Regulus stalks forward. He stops with his arms crossed in front of the two of you.

“Is this who you’ve been ditching us for lately?” he asks you.

You start to reply, but Barty talks over you. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, there’s no way. There’s no way.”

Others have started migrating toward you to watch the show, among them Remus’ friends. Normally you wouldn't care, but Remus is beginning to squirm, so you try to calm things down for his benefit.

“You guys are overreacting,” you say, as peaceably as you’re capable of. “As if it really matters what house my boyfriend is in.”

“Boyfriend?” Barty despairs, and you should have known better than to think anything could quell his dramatics once they’ve begun. “God, as if the costumes weren’t bad enough, you have to throw lovey-dovey terms like boyfriend around.”

A peal of laughter sounds from somewhere nearby, and you look around to find Sirius, eyes already wet with mirth as he watches his younger brother. “Reggie,” he manages between giggles, “are you trying to look taller than him?”

Reg raises an unimpressed brow, and anyone who didn’t know him well might not notice the flicker of embarrassment in his gaze. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, but his posture is better than you’ve ever seen it, his neck elongated in an attempt to look Remus in the eyes without having to tilt his head.

“Reg.” Sirius swipes under his eyes. “You may be taller than me, but you’re never gonna get all the way up there.” “Alright,” you say decisively, taking Remus’ hand and proceeding to push past Regulus’ stiff form. You shoot Evan a half-apologetic look as you go by, still standing frozen like he’s been stupefied, and Barty follows your movement with eyes blown wide. “Just for that, we’re going back to you guys’ dorm, Black. And we’re going to fuck, loudly, all night.” You shoot your most winning smile in his direction, even as Remus’ face takes on a fiery hue beneath the white glitter. “I wouldn’t recommend coming home. Goodnight!”

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breanime · 1 year

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You rushed around your room, securing your earrings as you rushed over to the mirror, taking in your appearance. You had a date tonight, and you wanted to look good. Quickly, you glanced at your phone. Your date had sent you a text a while ago saying that he was on his way, and you wanted to make sure you were ready before he arrived.

But despite your frantic rushing back and forth in your apartment, you had to admit--

--you weren't excited.

It wasn't that he wasn't a nice guy; he was sweet, handsome, had a good, stable job to go with his good, stable life. But that was the thing. You didn't want stable.

You wanted Rio.

But you couldn't handle the lies, the secrets, the long absences. It had gotten to the point where you felt more like an afterthought than a girlfriend.

Fixing your hair one last time, you paused. You could have sworn that you heard the door shut. Grabbing your phone, you walked out of your bedroom in search of your purse.

What you were met with was your ex-boyfriend standing in the middle of your living room.

You gasped, "What the fuck?"

Rio looked you up and down, his gaze slow, unrushed in the way that only a man like him could have; a man who could not be rushed. Slowly, his eyes locked on yours. "You look nice."

"What are you doing in my apartment?" You hissed.

He smirked, not at all repentant. "I wanted to see you," he shrugged, "I was in the neighborhood."

"In the-- Rio, what do you want?" You snapped. In all honesty, you weren't really that upset with him, Rio popping up in your place was a common thing when you were dating. And you loved it. It felt like a little surprise every time it happened. Even now, you kind of loved it. But that irritated you--he wasn't yours anymore, and you weren't his. You shouldn't be happy to see him at all. "Why are you here?"

Rio was eyeing you again, his dark gaze somewhere between appreciative--taking in your outfit, your jewelry, the soft tones of your makeup--and disapproving. "I already told you. Was in the neighborhood. Wanted to see you," he paused, licking his lips slowly, "You must got big plans tonight, huh? Dressed up so nice, lookin' so pretty."

You stood tall, "I've got a date."

"Hm."

"Yeah--he's on his way, actually," you went on, "So..."

He rolled his shoulders, his hands clenching in his pockets, "So," he nodded, "You want me to go?"

You paused. Logically, there was only one answer: yes, of course. Your date would be here any minute, Rio had his chance with you and he ruined it. He should go--he never should have been there in the first place--and you knew if you told him to leave, he would. That was the logical thing to do.

You did the opposite.

"No," you answered honestly, letting your heart take over and the words just came out, "But you can't stay. Not if you're gonna be the exact same as you were before. I can't go back to the lies and the long, lonely nights not even knowing where you are. And I won't. I'm not. So you can either stay, and we can talk, or you can go, and I can move on. Cause this guy is nice--he--he's great," you sighed, "but he isn't you." You took a breath, feeling exposed, like your skin was inside out, and looked at him.

Not taking his eyes off of you, Rio walked deeper into the room, and sat on the couch.

"Let's talk, mama," he said, eyes serious and determined, "Let's talk, and I'll be for real with you. I won't hide nothin', won't tell no lies," his eyes met yours, and you could see the dark determination in them, "Cause I want to stay. I wanna be here," he leaned forward, "I want you. So let's talk." He watched you approach the couch, wary, but willing. You sat, facing him, and Rio smirked.

"But first," he said, his low voice filling the room, "you should call old boy and cancel your date."

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Goodnight! Thank you for reading!

#rio good girls #rio x reader #rio imagine #bre does gif drabbles (again)!

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personasintro · 9 months

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hey!! can you make a mini imagination of where y/n and jk are sort of arguing like kids and she kisses jungkook’s cheek from mh?

i think it would be really cute to see his reaction :)

Unedited.

— this is not officially a part of the story, think of it as a scenario of how it would look like if this kind of argument happened :]

“Y/N?”

Jungkook’s voice booms throughout his apartment causing you to sit up from your relaxed position on his couch.

Usually, when Jungkook calls out to you his voice is… calm and sweet. This time though, it sounds loud and almost panicked which makes you alarmed.

“Yeah?” you yell back, already standing up to see what’s that about.

“Can you come here for a sec, please?”

“Already on my way.” you tell him louder, reaching the bathroom with the door left ajar.

There he is.

Jungkook stands there next to the washing machine, the door from it opened with a half of clean clothes in his big turquoise IKEA basket. Some of it stays in the washing machine which makes you question if you screwed up one of his expensive shirts. Not that you know of. You’re a pro when it comes to washing and doing laundry.

“What softener did you use?”

You frown, confused and puzzled by the question that sounds way too serious. “That one.”

Jungkook follows where your finger is pointing at and his mouth open when he sees the fabric softener you bought yesterday.

“What’s that face for?”

“What face?” he questions, frowning.

“You look like I committed a crime. So… what’s up?”

Jungkook looks almost offended for some reason and you hold back your laughter.

“I told you to use the softener I have right here.” he says and shows the one he’s been using for ages.

The truth is, the combination of products he uses is divine. It not only reminds you of him and your clothes smell like his (minus his cologne and fragrance), the scent itself is very nice. Although, after some time you can’t smell it just as much and you thought buying an extra softener for a change would be nice.

It’s the one you’ve used for your own laundry back at home. Now that you’re staying at Jungkook’s place for the time being, you wanted to help. Even though he never wanted you to buy anything in the first place. But when have you ever obeyed everything he asked for? Besides, it’s not that big of a deal at all.

Jungkook’s face tells a different story though.

“Umm…” you prolong, not sure what to say. “Mine smells nice too.”

“It does but I’m used to this one.” he argues, holding up the bottle of his softener which causes you to snicker.

He frowns.

“Are you laughing?”

“I’m trying not to.”

“You’re mean.” he comments.

You gasp, laughing now. “I am mean? You’re the one who’s frowning and pouting because of a freaking fabric softener. Why does it matter?”

“Because it does!” he exclaims, bottom lip sticking out. Jeon Jungkook is freaking pouting and you don’t know whether to laugh, take this seriously or coo at him. “I told you. I’m using this one all the time, I’m using to it.”

“Do you have some kind of allergy or something?”

He sighs, “Just a preference.”

“I was the one doing the laundry this time, so I used that one purely for a change. Didn’t know you would make a fuss about it.”

He looks taken aback. “I’m not making a fuss!”

You raise your brow at him, pointing at his defensive posture as he quickly stands up and tries to act casual. That alone makes you giggle under your breath but he does not look amused.

“Great. Now you’re fucking with me.”

“Jungkook, I am not.” you laugh some more, clearing your throat when he looks more frustrated than seconds ago. “I’ll use the white one from now on, alright?”

He sighs, looking away for a second as he shrugs. “Great, now I feel like a dick.”

“Kook, no!” you assure him, smiling.

“But in my defense, you might’ve had a laundry duty but I told you specifically what to use.”

“I’m not a dumb bitch, Jungkook.” you frown at his informative tone.

“I didn’t say you’re a dumb bitch!”

“You make it look like it though!”

Jungkook leans against the washing machine, muscles bulging out as he takes a few deep breaths. “Forget whatever I said.”

You stand there, watching him with head hanging low before he looks up. He doesn’t look at you straight away but his eyes dance across the wall in front of him before he finally breaks and looks at you. Eyes huge and doe like an innocent boy (you know he’s nothing like that), you know he feels like a dick.

Chuckling under your breath, you tug onto his sleeve which makes him straighten up his posture. With an amused smile and spark in your eyes, you kiss his cheek.

It’s quick when you pull away, finding his confused gaze. “Did you just kiss me?”

“I kissed your cheek.” you inform him.

“My cheek is a part of me.”

You roll your eyes. “You were cute.”

His eyes widen, “I am not cute.” he argues.

Laughing, you pat his arm. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He scoffs, loudly and trying to appear bigger by flexing his muscles.

“Are you gonna finish the laundry or should I?”

His frown is gone, expression turning more serious. “I’ll do it.”

#mh scenario #jungkook scenario

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ourautumn86 · 10 months

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forbidden jealousy

stepsister! ellie x fem! reader

summary; ellie liked you. she had for a very long time. one kiss when you get drunk might mean that you do too.

cw; no +18 content minors dni!!, loser! ellie, ellie is a pain in the ass, drugs and alcohol, smoking weed, fights, blood, pinning, masturbation (ellie), sa (non-consensual touching) to reader from another boy (ellie takes care of him🤭), make out sessions, kissing, hickeys, ellie is a fuck boy, jealousy, possessiveness, fluff at the end<3…

a/n; i’d you don’t like the stepsister dynamic don’t interact! <333

Growing up, your mom always told you to never say you hated someone, ‘cause hate was a really strong feeling. And she was right. Hate was a strong feeling. But that’s what you felt when you looked into the eyes of your stepsister, pure and raw hatred.

When she first moved in when you two were just 16, you tried to make friends with her. You tried.

Ellie was rude. A green eyed slim yet toned girl that went only to her thing. Always on her business. Joel, her father was a serious man until you got to know him and grew closer to him once, you moved into his house with Ellie. You liked it, it was big, greatly decorated and rural. It was… a home. Ellie only seemed to be on a greater mood when he was around. He was her father after all. Though she felt… threatened. The idea of another girl close to her age grabbing all the attention wasn’t something she liked to think about. You were younger by one year. And quiet. Shy. Total opposite of her. Sure. She wasn’t the greatest at making friends and being nice to people. But she was cool. And good looking. So she had a lot of friends. She didn’t share much with you. Not about her life or what she liked… Though you got to know her through the years.

Ellie Williams. Second year art student. A pure heartthrob. She had probably already fucked half the whole campus. Played the guitar. Smoked cigarettes during the day and blunts late at night when no one could catch her. She was the soul of the party. You knew it would be a good party if she was gonna be there.

Everybody knew Ellie Williams. And because everybody knew her, everybody knew you.

And that. She didn’t like.

While growing up, Ellie didn’t treat you that great. She was always grumpy while being near you. She was harsh, sometimes pranking you or bothering you. She laughed at you quite often, making fun of you at school. But there was this time that she pushed your books to the floor to make you kneel and pick them back up on high school, laughing as you rolled your eyes. Her laughter died pretty quickly though, when she saw one of her ‘friends’ step on your hand when you reached for your maths book, making you hiss in pain. His foot was away from your hands just as quick as his ass landed on the floor, a very pissed off Ellie standing over him with her knuckles now painted on blood. “Touch her again and I’ll break your skull.” she muttered through her teeth.

It was clear that no one ever touched you again. You were hers to mess with. Only hers. That was at her 17s, now at her 20s everybody knew that as a rule. Mess with Ellie’s sister, you mess with her.

If you asked her the reason of her actions, she’d probably not been able to answer. Not then. But now; jealousy.

Ellie was jealous. Something she has known for a very long time was that she liked girls. Something she didn’t know though, not until she finally realized was that she liked you. She couldn’t help it, really. You were so pretty. And sweet. And smart. And she’d get so jealous when any girl or boy would get near you, talk to you, touch you… It drove her crazy. You drove her crazy.

Nothing had changed with the years. You still were the smart more calm kid and she was… Her. Still with the same buried feelings, with the same longing and the same lust.

“Jesus Christ.” she muttered to herself when she saw you coming down the stairs, dressed in a cute tight shirt and a little jean skirt that hugged your hips so fucking good… Your thighs were exposed for her to see, the cut of your shirt low, your hair perfectly brushed and down. Your makeup was light, but so pretty, mascara making your eyes pop and glossy lips making her bit down onto her bottom one.

“Morning baby.” your mother greeted you, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Morning mom. Joel.” you said hi to your stepfather, who gave you a smile.

“Mornin’, hon.”

Ellie continued eating the breakfast in which she almost choked on, drinking water as her eyes scanned you up and down.

You always dressed so cute. With dresses and skirts. Even when you wore pjs or a plain sweatpants you looked cute. You always looked beautiful. And that made her so angry and frustrated. ‘Cause you catch her attention. You catch everyone’s attention.

You looked at Ellie. She looked like every other day; good. She was wearing a pair of black loose jeans with a white wife beater. Her hair was still damp due to a shower she must have gotten first thing in the morning. You could smell her perfume from where you stood.

Over the years. You two still ‘hated’ each other. But not as much. Time heals. Or at least makes you stand people you can’t stand.

“Morning Els.”

“Hmm.”

You rolled your eyes at her answer. She was always so…, expressive. Sarcastically speaking, obviously.

You sat down beside her, pouring milk in one of the bowls to eat some cereal, trying not to look to much at her exposed arms. She had really grown into herself. She was still pretty skinny, but really toned. She hit the gym casually, and liked playing sports every now and then. You still remember her golden days as the soccer team’s captain in high school and how many hours you’d spend watching her games with Joel and your mom. Somehow, you never complained. Ellie had… something. Something that draw you in. She always caught your attention somehow. Maybe that’s why she had become so popular. And so desired.

Ellie tried. Tried not to look at you. But fuck, your jean skirt had riled up your squishy thighs, and now she could see just the slightest of your clothed cunt. She almost cursed out loud. She knew you liked lace. While during laundry she’d see your underwear, it was something out of her control. Thongs, cute lace panties… It drove her insane. She couldn’t help but imagine you wearing a pair for her when she’ll find her hand down her pants. She had seen you naked. Those times when she’d accidentally walk on you while you were changing in your room. She wasn’t proud of just how hard she fucked her cunt afterwards, locked in her room late at night, muffling her moans as she groaned. ‘Yeah, fuck, just like that, good girl…’ But she couldn’t help it. She was in deep.

You caught her attention once again, getting her out of her train of thought when while getting a spoon fool milk spilled from your lips and dripped down your chin. It almost looked like…

“I’m out.” she said, getting up in a jump and leaving her breakfast half finished. She was starting to get mad. Jealousy. It was always jealousy. Sometimes she just wanted to fuck everything up. Fuck you up. Kiss you. Fuck you like she has been dreaming for for years. She couldn’t help but wonder how you’d look under her as she split you open with her cock.

She knew how you sounded, though.

One night she had come home later and heard you, your muffled moans a little bit too loud for anyone to hear since your parents were out for the night. You had ended up alone. And so pent up due to tests that… Well, you decided than a good fuck would help you relieve the tension. You didn’t hear your stepsister come into your house, even less climb up the stairs. You were so gone buried in your sheets, fucking yourself with your vibrator that well, you had even forgotten to properly close the door to your room, thinking that you’d be completely alone for the night since Ellie had disappeared once again.

Ellie almost stepped inside. Almost took the toy in between your thighs to fuck you like she wanted. Like she knew you deserved. ‘Cause fuck, she couldn’t see much due to the low lights, but she could definitely see the silhouette of your body, the thrusting of your hand, your left teasing your breasts and the curve of your back as you arched in pleasure. By the time you finally came, she had soaked her boxers, and needed to take a cold shower to cool off. ‘Cause fuck. She almost fucked it up.

Through the years, she never actually saw anyone come into your house. She brought girls every now and then. But you? It was hard to figure out. She didn’t even know you were into girls until one afternoon after she came back from Dina’s place high out of her mind, she caught you kissing some chick on the sofa of your living room. There was a horror film playing and the girl’s hands had somehow found your ass as you sat on her lap, tongue in her mouth. Ellie swore she almost burned right there and then, almost beat the shit out of that girl. But again. You weren’t nothing. She was just your stepsister. So she just awkwardly left the two of you alone and went back out of the door without making a sound. She didn’t want to hear you fucking her. She couldn’t. It would kill her. Or she would kill her. So she left, and instead fucked the first girl she found on her snap.

Joel and your mom tried to say their goodbyes but she was quick to slam the door on her back and getting inside her car.

“Fuck.” she groaned, hands quick in getting out of the compartment of her car an already rolled blunt, lighting it as soon as it touched her lips. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She was gonna burst.

She couldn’t touch you. Couldn’t talk to you in the way that she wanted. Couldn’t get mad when she’d see any girl or boy flirting with you at school. ‘Cause you were her stepsister. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way about you. But she did. And it was getting out of her control.

You with your stupid smile and your stupid voice, and…

“Fuck!” she banged her steering wheel. Taking a big deep drag of her blunt before starting the car and pulling out of there.

Your day started like any other, getting into school to meet up with your friends and make your way to your classes. You had seen Ellie earlier by the benches outside, smoking with her friends. She looked pissed. Eyebrows knitted together and jaw about to break by how hard she was gritting her teeth. But when wasn’t she? She was sitting down, manspreading as she took hits of her cigarettes, her hair messily swaying with the wind. She always looked effortlessly beautiful, green eyes shining under the sun, freckles growing in the summer. Suddenly, those same eyes were on you, and…

“So… You going to tonight’s party?” your friend Laura asked, pulling you away from… Ellie. It was incredible how much time you actually spend thinking about her. How much she passed through your head.

“Uh? Oh, no.” you quickly shook your head.

“Ellie is going.” she smiled and you hummed looking at your schedule to see what your next class would be. Good party then.

“Another reason to not go.” you muttered and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, you never go to parties. I always end up alone and you always bury yourself in between books.” she groaned. “Can’t you go to this one? There would even be a pool. It’ll be fun!” you looked at her, and she took your arm, shaking you. “Please, please, please!” she begged and you groaned.

“Okay, fine!” you said, and she smiled.

“Amazing! I need to go meet up with Brady. But I’ll see you later alright? Love you!” you rolled you eyes, still hugging her back when her arms surrounded your waist.

“See you.”

“You going to the party?” a voice startled you from your back as you opened your locker. You turned on your back just to face a leaning in Ellie. She had one of her hands against the lockers, caging you in in between them and her with no scape. She smelled like her. A mix of her perfume, tobacco and weed. It was intoxicating. Somehow it always made you feel dizzy. Her eyes were reddish, pupils dilated but completely fixated on you.

“Yeah.” you simply answered. Why was she so curious all of a sudden? Why did she care?

“Fuck.” she groaned, her other hand squeezing the bridge of her nose as she sighed. “You really have to fuck everything up for me?” you frowned.

Parties where the only place Ellie could take her mind out of you ‘cause you were never there. She’d get high, or drunk, fuck some girl and just… Forget about you for a couple of hours. And now you wanted to get that away from her too? She didn’t want you there. Because if you were she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes away from you. And just to think about you finding some girl to spend the night with, dance with her, kiss her in front of her fucking face…

“What?” you scoffed, your eyebrows raising.

“Don’t go.” she ordered and you let out a sarcastic laughter.

“And who are you to tell me what to do and not to do?”

“Shit. You’re still the same fucking spoiled princess, huh? Everything has to be your way, right? I’m tired of your shit.” you were in disbelief. Where was this coming from? Was it so bad that you had agreed to go to a party?

“You’re a fucking dick.” you said, pushing her away, but she took your face.

She stared at you, into your eyes, her jaw tight. She was breathing heavy. And you would have been scared. But you were fucking angry.

“Get out of my face.” you spat, and this time you pushed her away with enough force to make her step away from you. You closed your locker with a clash and walked away. She watched you, biting the inside of her cheek before turning around and opening the doors of the school to leave the place.

She needed to get high.

You didn’t see Ellie again, not until the party.

You’d decided to go for a short red dress that cut just below your ass and a pair of black heels that made your legs look insanely good. Your eyes were smokey, and your lips glossed in red. You weren’t much of party girl. The amount of people that would be there always caused you to get stressed and the loud music would give you headaches after long hours. Laura had come and picked you up with her car. The calmness of your house made you feel uneasy.

The party was big. And your skin was itching under the bikini you had put underneath your dress. There were beers and drink’s everywhere, people laughing and talking, dancing on the dance floor. The music wasn’t bad too.

You found Ellie on the stoners zone. Of course. She was wearing one of her wife beaters and a pair of sweat shorts that showed the muscles of her thighs.

She had this blonde girl on top of her, kissing her. Her hands were on her ass, and her tongue was deep in her throat. She smirked when the blonde whispered something in her ear, just to start sucking on her neck afterwards. You tried to look away, but just as you were about to she noticed you, and her smile simply disappeared, a pissed off expression taking over her features before she took the girl by the neck and kissed her again, her eyes on you.

You looked away, something bubbling in your stomach that left you a bitter aftertaste on your mouth. You knew Ellie. You had grown with her in the last few years. She played with girls. Fucked them and trashed them. You knew this would be just another girl. But you still felt…

Your friend tugged from your hand, getting you out of your train or thought. “Come on!” she smiled, and you followed, looking back to see Ellie still looking at you. You gulped and looked away, your blood feeling hot. “Here. I got you a drink.” Laura handed you a glass that you took.

“Thanks.” you said, taking a swing of the drink.

“Let’s dance!” you nodded, and she guided you through the dancing crowd, stopping to jump to the music. You followed, downing your drink. Which ended up being the first of many that night.

You were drunk. Really drunk. Through your mind the image of Ellie kissing that girl playing over and over again. Why couldn’t you take her out of your mind? Why did you care?

You pushed away a pair of hands that found your hips, wobbling on the dance floor.

“Hey baby.” a voice came from being your back, hugging you. You didn’t recognize the guy that had his hands all over you. So you pushed him away once again. “Oh, come on, I just wanna dance. Don’t be mean.” you groaned when he tried to pull you against him once again.

“Leave me alone.” you slurred, but he wasn’t backing up. Where was Laura? You looked around, feeling dizzy. Shit. How much had you drink?

“You sure about that, beautiful? I could really make a great company.” he smirked but you shook your head, and before you could push him away once again, someone was already throwing a punch at him, making him let you go.

Your dizzy eyes found a well known auburn hair in front of you, swinging at the boy’s face until blood was spilling all over the floor.

“Ellie.” you called out for her, with shaky legs walking towards her to grip her shoulder. “Ellie!” you pulled from her. “Stop. Stop.” you begged, pulling from her arm until she finally let go of the guy, who covered his newly broken and bloody nose with his hands. “It’s enough. I’m okay.“ her bloody hands came to cup up your face, looking for anything. If that guy had hurt you she swore she would fucking kill him. She was panting. “I’m okay.” you promised, lightheaded.

She then took your hand, and got the two of you out of there.

“Els…”

“I told you to not come!” she yelled, blood running hot through her body. She was so pissed. And so worried. “You always have to fuck everything up!” she frustratedly sighed, hands on her hair, never minding the blood on them.

“Ellie…” you tried stepping closer, grass under your heels, but she cut you off.

“Don’t.” she said. “Don’t; ‘cause if you talk about it I’ll come back inside and fucking kill him.” her knuckles were white by how hard she was fisting her hands. “Fucking pig, getting his hands all over you…” She cleaned off some blood on her cheek with her shirt, showing her toned abdomen. “Nobody is supposed to touch you. Nobody but me.” she said, stepping closer, jaw strong. You looked away, suddenly feeling too hot. She didn’t mean anything by it. She was just being a good sister. She was just playing her part. Get out of your head. “Look at me.” she ordered, taking your jaw with her hand and making you look back at her. Her eyes were on yours, her breath hitting your face. She was so close you were trembling. Her eyes fell to your lips just to go back to your eyes. You were staring at her lips, and her heart raced. “You know you drive me insane?” You looked good. You always did. But tonight… Fuck. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes away from you, not for a second of the whole goddamn party, biting her bottom lip to try and hold herself back from pulling you away from there and get you home. Where no one could try to flirt with you, or buy you the drinks that you so happily accepted every time.

Your breath hitched when she backed you up against the wall of the house, your back bumping against the wall, one of her hands on your hip, brushing circles with her thumb. “Cat got your tongue, princess?” you couldn’t speak. Not when she was this close. You were staring at her lips again. Your mind was dizzy. Fuck, your heart was racing. What was happening. Why were you so nervous?

Now you were surrounded by Ellie. Everywhere. You only could sense her, smell her… It didn’t disgust you. She smelled so good… Now you could understood why the other girl would bury herself on her neck…

Your eyes drifted to her, to the hickeys, and that churning sensation on your stomach came back. Maybe you were drunk, that’s why you found yourself touching her. Touching her neck with your hand. You felt her tense underneath your touch.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s her name?” you inquired her, ignoring her own question. She frowned, her tongue wetting her lips.

“Does it matter?”

“What’s her name?” you tried again, this time slower. She sighed.

“I don’t know. Can’t remember it.” she shrugged.

“She sure knows how to suck.” you joked, but you were pissed off. Something inside you was begging to be the one on her lap, the one that put those marks there.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy.

Ellie hummed, not really knowing how to respond. Your hand moved slowly to the back of her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin, and then to her hair, pulling from her closer, your breath on her neck.

“Stop.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything.”

She sighed when you left a kiss on her neck. And another, and another. You couldn’t help it anymore. You were burning. You needed to touch her.

“You’re drunk.” you hummed. Sucking, and she groaned. She tasted so good. You couldn’t stop. “Baby…” she whined, and you only moved to the next bruise, making yours over that girl’s. The hand on your hip pulled you closer.

“Better.” you slurred, looking at the new marks that you had made over the girl’s. Ellie almost moaned.

“I need to get you home.” she said, gritting her teeth. This was really the time for her. She wanted you. Wanted you so bad. But you were drunk. Really drunk. “Come on, princess.” she pleaded, her control growing thin. Her need was thick in the air.

You nodded, but your arms were surrounding her neck, pulling her closer. Your eyes were glued to her lips. Now you wanted to taste them. They looked soft. Would they be soft? You wanted to know how it felt to kiss her. Wanted to feel what all those girls felt. You only leaned closer, until your lips were sealed together. Her eyes shot open, frozen until you started moving your lips, what made her lean on the kiss. She moaned, opening her mouth for you tongue when it slid over her bottom lip.

You kissed her with need. Slow but starving. Wet tongue against the other, spit running down your chin. You gasped into each other’s mouth for air just to come back for more. She pushed you harder against the wall of the house, her hands on your hips, her fingertips digging on the plush of your skin. It was when you whimpered that her mind finally came back from the clouds and found the strength to pull away, cursing. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated and lips swollen.

“Let’s go home.”

You passed out in the car.

When you woke up again, Ellie had you in between her arms. You could hear the steady heartbeat of her heart against your ear as she silently carried you into your house and upstairs. Your parents weren’t home, having gone out tonight with some friends. You closed your eyes, blissed in the heat of her body and the swaying of her movement. She was so careful…, holding you as if you were made of glass.

She opened the door to your room and softly laid you down on the bed, taking your heels off. She fought with herself over your clothes. Should she take them off and help you change into some pijamas? Should she leave them on? Trying to be respectful, she helped you change after having put on a large t-shirt on you, carefully sliding off your shoulders the straps of your dress and undoing the ribbons in the back of your neck and your back to take off the top half of your bikini. She was surely not changing the bottoms. Instead, she slid up your legs a pair of shorts so you’d be more covered. You were groaning everyone she’d move you, and she’d gently shush you. “I know, princess, let me just put this on and I’ll let you sleep, hm?” You missed out on the praises that would leave her lips when you’d nod. “Good girl.”

The sheets were fresh against your burning body. You sighed as she pushed the covers over your legs.

She turned on the little lamp on your bedside table, knowing how scared you were of the dark. She would laugh about it, it had always been like this. She’d prank you when you were smaller by hiding in the dark and making weird noises to scare you. She still found it cute.

It was when she was about to leave to her own room that you spoke, light and small.

“Stay.” she looked at you, your eyes droopy with sleep.

She debated what to do in her mind. She had always wanted to sleep with you. To hold you though the night and wake up with you in between her arms, but… Could she? Her mind was a mess. You had kissed her. You had kissed her. And now you were asking her to stay and sleep with you. Shit. She didn’t know what to do.

“Please?” she sighed, nodding.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“With the lights on?” you inquired, you sounded so tired she just wanted to bury her face on your neck and hug you to sleep.

“With the lights on.” she promised, and you smiled. And fuck. She loved it when you smiled.

She slid into your bed fully dressed, and you were quick to find her in between the sheets. You sighed against her chest.

“Night.”

“Good night princess.”

When you woke up the morning after, Ellie was gone.

❤️hope y’all liked it!

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chiharuhashibira · 3 months

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Sooooo today's Valentine's Day.

And because of that, I will present you a sweet dating one-shots/drabbles for Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, and Obanai Iguro!

Context: You're one of the best demon slayers so the characters already know you, kind of considering you to be their tsugoku too. You like them and you just finished your training. Surprisingly, the characters asked you out on a date as a prize for the triumph. Now, it's your chance to show them your feelings.

I won't write for Mitsuri, Shinobu, Muichiro, Gyomei and Tengen for now XD

Enjoy~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Full of Fluff ^^

🌸𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚🌸

Here you are now, face-to-face with the Water Hashira in a humble restaurant. He can't help but steal glances at you that made you blush, as it was the first time that you've seen him actually do that.

You watched as Giyu ordered sake daikon for him and a beef udon for you. Surprisingly, he knew it was your favourite that caught you off-guard. Tomioka has never acknowledged you this way, so what he did really astounded you.

"Tomioka-san, that's my favou—"

"I know."

"How?"

"I just saw you eating that after training. So I assumed it's your favourite."

"Oh."

You felt more flustered knowing that he still looks at you even outside of missions and training. That made you quite happy. So then, feeling a bit confident, you stared into his eyes and tilted your head to the side.

"Did you take me here to just celebrate?"

"Yes. What else?"

You expected that answer from him, but you didn't expect the blush that formed on his cheek. That made you gulp and shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know... Perhaps you want to make this a date."

You have no idea what has gotten to you. Suddenly, you just had the courage to blurt those words out. Blue eyes met with E/C ones. You bit your lip and were about to take back what you said when Giyu reached out to hold your hand. Your heartbeats started to race at his bold notion.

He spoke up in a serious tone that surprised you. "What if I did?" He asked, causing you to blush as well. Giyu caressed your hand with his thumb, causing a few seconds of silence. "Why won't you answer me now?"

"Tomioka-san... I'm just surprised. I mean, if you told me you wanted to go out with me, as in on a date, I... would say yes."

Your words lightened up the Hashira's eyes. A small smile formed on his lips as he averted his eyes from you, hiding his blush. He interweaved your hands, and there, Tomioka caressed your cheek and spoke up in a sweeter tone.

"It's a date, then."

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

You never expected that Sanemi would be asking you out after your training. So, here you are now, walking beside him, still feeling dumbfounded by what is happening.

"Shinazugawa-san—"

"Can you call me Sanemi? Just this time."

Sanemi has been nice to you for some time, and that has surprised you already. But now, actually witnessing him speak to you in a calm tone and seeing him without the veins popping off his head made you comfortable. So then, you complied with his request.

"Alright, Sanemi."

"Good."

It's quite a shock when the man stops you in your tracks to tuck a lost hair behind your ear. You finally got the chance to look into his purple eyes and felt your heart starting to beat fast. Noticing the blush starting to form on the other man's cheek made you more flustered.

"S-Sanemi, your cheeks are red."

"You don't need to tell me that. Idiot."

He said this, looking away to hide his redness from you. But then you cupped his cheeks and caressed them. The man took it as a sign to get that hand of yours and put it on his chest.

"Can you feel this? Don't make it worse." He said this to you, referring to his heartbeat. You gulped and took his other hand and put it on your chest as well. The motion almost made Wind Hashira, the stern and strong guy, almost faint. He was astounded to the core.

"You're also making my heart race right now. But what are we going to do?"

Gulping, Sanemi leaned in on your ear and spoke. "What do you want to do? Do you want to go out on a date with me instead?"

"Y-Yes."

He pulled back and patted your head, smiling as he leaned on your face again. "It's a date, then."

🌸𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮🌸

Kyojuro loves food so much, so he took you to this exquisite restaurant to eat after your training. It's not that going out with him after training isn't happening, because Kyojuro is really appreciative, and he always does this. It's just that there is something about the way he looks at you right now.

He fixed his owl-like, golden, and reddish orbs on you as you waited on your order. It's like he was observing you, taking in all of the view. You can't help but feel a bit conscious, and so you fixed your haori. That's when he spoke up.

"You look wonderful."

"Oh, thank you, Rengoku-san."

Your heartbeat started to race, and heat crept up on your cheek. But it seems like Kyojuro is still unbothered by this. He leaned in on the table to get a closer look at you and gave you a wide smile.

"Would you like to go out with me?"

"Oh, um... We're outside already."

Obviously, that is a ridiculous response, but you are unable to think clearly with his exquisite eyes fixed on you since that abrupt inquiry.

"I mean, like, a date?"

"Why are you asking me this, Rengoku-san?"

He blinked in confusion and leaned back on his chair. He seemed to be thinking deeply, so you repeated your question, and he responded with a sigh.

"I guess what Uzui-san told me doesn't work at all."

"Why?"

"I like you. He told me if I looked at you differently and asked you directly, I'd be able to ask you out on a date."

You were flabbergasted by how innocent the Flame Hashira is. Blushing, you reached for his hand and held it, which made him blink in surprise. You bit your lip and smiled at him.

"I would love to have a date with you, Rengoku-san."

He was surprised to the core, and he can't hide it. Kyojuro held your hand back and spoke up in a jolly tone that made you blush harder, as people can actually hear him now.

"It's a date, then!"

🌸𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨🌸

Obanai has never been good with words or his actions. You've liked the man so long, yet all you've thought is that he liked Mitsuri, so you never made a move.

But when he asked you out today, just after your successful training, you were surprised. Obanai has taken you to a hot spring, saying that you deserve to rest after the rigorous day.

But then, before you could enter, you noticed that he seemed to act a bit anxious. This behaviour is unusual because men are usually composed all the time. So, you turned to look at him and greeted him with a warm smile. You're quite friendly to him, despite being a prospect, Tsugoku.

"Iguro-san, Are you feeling okay?"

"I am. How about you? I don't know if you like these places. I just think it can rejuvinate your body well."

You never expected that the Snake Hashira would want to make you feel better. So then you gave him a smile, which made him blush. That reaction made your heart beat faster. Why is he blushing at me?

So, you placed your hand on his forehead and checked if he had a fever. "Iguro-san, you're not sick, but you're red."

"I'm not sick." He said, swatting your hand away. You blinked and sighed. "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm okay. Don't worry about me. You should be thinking about yourself instead."

"But—"

"No buts."

"Why did you suddenly care?"

You asked him out of nowhere, which made him surprised. He was silent for a while before finally saying something that would change your perception of him.

"I like you."

Admitting his real feelings is not something that you can anticipate from someone like Obanai, but he did it, so you took it as an opportunity to say what you feel as well.

"I-I like you too."

He was astounded, but then caressed your face. "You sure? Do you want to go out with me?"

"Yes. And I would love to go on a date with you."

"I'd like to know you more. After the hot spring, let's go somewhere else."

"Date?"

"Yes. It's a date, then."

𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕!

Thank you so much for reading this~

Happy Valentine's Day y'all!

Feel free to reblog, request and comment! Will appreciate that~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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mochidoie · 10 months

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all i see is you - lee haechan

listen to: you by dj regard and poison by nct dream genre: fluff, hopelessly pining badboy!haechan wc: 720 warning: none, written in lowercase only

a/n: i felt very inspired by poison's track video, i can't stop thinking about the lyrics too ive been waiting for dreamies to do a rnb song for so long!! read part two!

"you're so bad for me." you push playfully at haechan's chest and god, just how he melts at how cute your smile looks under the night sky.

haechan leans against the street lamp post and smirks devilishly at your comment, hooded eyes eating up how prettily your attire fits you tonight. "if you mean bad meaning good, then i agree."

there goes your sweet laugh again, "very funny." your sarcastic response is typical, he could read you like an open book. spine against a table, pages flipping by the edge of his thumb.

"i'm serious, y/n. when are you gonna give me a chance to take you out?" haechan butters you up just like how you like it. his finger twirls the end of your skirt flirtatiously, causing your heart to race in your chest.

you can't stop the shy smile that appears on your red painted lips. "in your dreams, hyuck. i'm in no place in my life right now to be dating anyone." scoffing, you cross your arms.

you're goal driven, hardworking, you weren't going to let some sleazy guy distract you from chasing your career. despite all his efforts, you genuinely had to consider how haechan would actually throw you off track. your lifestyles are too different to meet a compromise.

he drops to your feet, noticing your shoe had been untied for the past two blocks. without a word or shift in conversation, this man obediently wraps the string around his fingers and brings the knot to a complete bow. this kind gesture never fails to swoon you.

"so don't date me. let me take you out from time to time, treat you nice and right. when you want to sleep in someone's arms at night, give me a call. i'm here at your disposal." haechan stands and hovers over you, polite hands hovering over your lower waist as he closes the distance between the two of you.

the way you blink at him with wanting eyes has him spiraling, he wants you so bad. just one glance and he's swept away, wind picking up his feet and has him tumbling.

"that is unfair to you."

"it's sweet to know that you care about me." haechan meant it, but the playfulness in his tone seems unserious. he isn't sure how only you can make him this way. it becomes hard for him to really express how much he dreams about you.

"of course i care about you." your eyes drop to his lips momentarily and his chest feels tight. it's almost criminal how good you two would be together and how happy he could make you.

slowly, you're drawn into him even more until his breath is against your cheekbone and you can hear the beating of both of your hearts in the silence of the night.

"you want me to be honest?" his voice is feathery and raspy, like he's trapped in your trance due to the proximity of your warmth. "i've lost count of how many times i've wanted to kiss you."

you call his name, pulling away slightly. a tinge of sadness and guilt in your tone, but haechan isn't having it. he shakes his head, "i know. i shouldn't be so selfish.. but you don't know how many times i fall to my knees just thinking about you."

your eyes meet at the end of his sentence and the desire intensifies between the two of you. lightning bolts zapping in the gaze, you can feel the blood rushing to your face.

something about how desperately infatuation haechan looks sparks a burning flame in your abdomen. how all he sees is you, his reflection full of your figure. how his plump lips are itching to touch your own.

his usual confident, playfully flirtatious personality is nowhere to be seen. you've never seen this expression on him before and it shocks you how much he has been holding himself back.

"pick me up at 8 tomorrow. no exceptions." you say firmly and with that smile he can't get enough of. backing up from him, you walk toward your door.

his ears are perked up, noting your words very clearly and not wanting to let this chance slip away from him. he smirks coolly and shoves his hands into his jean pockets, "you know i won't let you down."

read part two!

#nct scenarios #nct dream #haechan scenarios #haechan scenario #nct fluff #nct 127 #lee haechan #nct blurbs #nct scenario #nct dream scenarios #haechan imagines

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jongseongsnudes · 5 months

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Dropping by to tell you how much I adored your Ni-ki's badboy trope fic. It is my favourite one to read of all time and I will definitely be coming back to read it. Just kind of sad that it's all over, manifesting 🙏🙏🙏 you write a similar one for him in the future 🙏🙏🙏🥹 Do you think you could write drabbles of somesort for it? i.e. The team begging Yn to get Ni-ki to do something for them cause he won't if they asked? That would be so cute but please ignore if you don't want to write it. Thank you for your hard work Cass 🙏🤍

awww thank youuuu 😭💖💖 i loved writing this trope for niki, i feel it fits him so well so our tsundere, badboy will be back in the future!

ill write a little something 😊💖 if anyone else has drabble ideas, send themmmmm

“why me?”

“who else but you mrs team captain!” taki shouts at you desperately, his hands pressed together in a praying motion, “it’s a saturdayyyyy! please help us, he will only listen to you and you know that!”

you both look over to the team captain who is standing by the sidelines, arms crossed, and already watching like a hawk over his team.

it was indeed a saturday and instead of going to the movies like you had wanted to do, niki organised a team practice, saying everyone needed to get back in shape for the upcoming season. the boy really worked hard when it came to football, you as his girlfriend knew that but come on... it was 8am on a saturday. no one wants to be here at the school oval.

“half the boys have dates today! i was gonna take eunji out,” taki nudges you a little, “don’t you want to go on a date today? it’s such a nice day... getting dressed up... holding hands with your boy... hugging... kissing...”

“say no more.”

and you were off on your way, a girl on a mission. niki may be tough but you knew exactly how to crack him.

“hi nishimura,” you say nonchalantly, your eyes on your phone like you were texting someone, “how long did you say practice was again?”

“well we can’t start practice if these little kids are just standing around wasting time!” he shouts a little louder for the rest of the team to hear before turning his gaze onto you, “why?”

“oh it’s nothing. you know how i wanted to go watch that new comedy today? well since you’re so busy, i’ll just go...” you smile sweetly, as if you didn’t have an ulterior motive, “with jj who also wanted to see it! anyway have fun practising! call me when you’re done.”

you had only turned to walk away when you felt a hand at your waist, pulling your body back into another. it’s obvious who it was so you had to fight back the urge to smile.

“so that’s who you’ve been texting the whole time? jj?” niki's tone is an octave lower as he mentions that name but it’s the deep chuckle that follows that tells you he’s unpleased.

“yeah! i’m gonna go home and change into that new dress i got, remember the one you picked?”

oh you were being so mean but you weren’t going to stop now, not when he looked like he was about to explode of anger.

“are you serious?”

“hm. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say this sounds like jealousy, niki.”

and you’ve hit the spot, calling him out on his jealousy that he always, always denied. even though everyone and their mothers knew how jealous niki could really get sometimes.

“hell yeah i am!” he suddenly shouts, gaining the attention of the team and definitely surprising you with the confession, “i bought that dress for you and you want to wear that out without me? of course i am jealous!”

“then come with me nishimura,” you finally break character, chuckling at how adorable he looked while throwing a tantrum. you reach up to pinch his cheeks, making the boy’s expression go softer instantly, “come on niki, it’s a saturday, let your poor team go have fun. don’t you want to go on a date with me?”

he thinks for a moment before leaning down to kiss you, his lips now curving into a smirk as he does. oh your poor heart. niki with a smirk? its a view you’ve always, always been weak for.

“you’re so cute thinking i fell for that miss class president, i heard you talking to taki,” the boy says with his usual smug grin and pinches your cheeks, “but since you put in so much effort to act, fine lets go on a date. you seem so desperate to have me to yourself anyway.”

“wh- what! i do not! whatever! you practice then, i don’t care!”

you try to push him away but the tall boy only hugs you harder. he’s now in a laughing fit while you turn to the field to get help from his team... but no one is there... the guys having ran off the moment they heard their team captain’s words.

but hey... at least you get to go on your date.

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cupcakeslushie · 2 years

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You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

@smoldevelopingcookie @c00k13san2 @luvrbug @organisedchaosstuff @uniqueness351217

Separated AU tag

#ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt #my art #sep!au life #sep!au crossover

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moon-fics · 11 months

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Face Masks-Peter Parker

A/n: I'm currently wearing a facemask and had this idea!

Summary: A night in leads to face masks and fun

Warning: Swears, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Peter enters his apartment through his window, his only injury being a pulled muscle. He's just glad he didn't get punched in the face. He lands on the floor with a soft thud, removing his mask. Within seconds you're peaking into the room, a smile on your face. Just seeing you brightens his night by a lot, relieving him of all his stress.

"How was patrol?" You ask, as usual, entering his room. You approach him, examining his face for any serious cuts or bruises. When you don't see any you relax.

"Actually, really easy." He laughs, running a hand through his flattened hair. "I only had to face five robberies!" He jokes, walking deeper into his room. He notices neatly folded sweatpants and a T-shirt on the edge of his bed. He's sure you've done more besides this, he can tell his room has been vacuumed and a few things reorganized. Of course, he'll just put his items back in place but he'll never complain. "Thank you," He mumbles, grabbing his clothes.

"Of course, Pete." you nod your head with a grin, sitting down on his bed. You wait for him to change before bringing up an idea you saw online.

Once he finishes changing, he sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on yours, wanting a calm moment. However, he knows better and can tell you're not even close to tired.

"Hey, Pete?" You hum, shifting in his hold. He knows you're about to suggest an activity, maybe one that requires effort. He's exhausted, but he'll do anything for you, especially when you've been waiting for him all night.

"Yes, honey?" He responds, kissing the back of your head. He tries to come up with the activity you're going to suggest before you speak, shuffling through movie night or video games.

"Can we do face masks?" You ask in a soft tone. How could he not think of that first? It's such a domestic task of course you'd choose it. Peter would never admit it, but face masks sound really nice right now.

"Only if they're the ones with animal faces on them." He chuckles as you wiggle out of his grasp and walk from his bed. You enter his bathroom that's connected to his room, open his sink cabinet, and pull out two face masks. You spread them apart like cards between your fingers, a playful smile spreading across your face.

He leans back on his elbows as you return to him, showing him the mask packets closer. You chose a tiger and an owl, both piquing his interest. Of course you knew he'd enjoy animal face masks, it made his heart warm.

"Which one do you want?" You ask, glancing between the two masks. He reaches for the tiger, obviously, but you pull your hand away. "Ok, which one do you want besides the tiger?" She corrects, leaving him with the owl. He can't help but chuckle, grabbing the owl.

"What options!" He laughs. You quickly climb back onto his bed, sitting on your knees. "The tiger really suits you." He teases.

"Oh, yeah," You agree with a playful tone, "I'm super scary and vicious." You nod with a sarcastic voice. Peter opens his mask first, the smell of coconuts and chemicals hitting him quickly. Yours smells of old strawberries but you don't seem to mind.

"Are you sure these will help our skin?" He puts his mask packet to your nose causing you to cough at the sudden smell. "Y/n, where did you get these?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Five Below, why?" You hum, taking your mask out of the packaging. It's slimy in your hands, but you don't mind. However, Peter seems to be struggling with the feeling, almost gagging. "Don't be dramatic!" You laugh, slapping his arm jokingly.

"Y/n, I think this mask is made of The Lizard's saliva." He tries to unfold the mask, trying his best not to rip it. "I mean seriously, I think my webs are less sticky than this." He glances at you with a fake look of disgust.

"No, trust me your webs are way worse. I had web fluid on my hand for at least two hours once." You remind him, unfolding your mask perfectly. You've used masks before, but Peter probably hasn't. "Need help there, bud?" You ask, already applying your mask.

"I think I can handle opening a face mask." He scoffs, still struggling. Without a word, you reach over and unfold his mask while yours slowly slips down your face. Peter notices it slipping, and he instinctively fixes it, smoothing it over your face as best as he can. While he does that you apply his mask to his face, doing the same as him. "Look at us being cute!" He breaks the silence.

"Oh my god," You laugh, the face mask stretching on your face. You can feel a part of it unstick from your face, Peter quickly pressing it back. His hands are warm and dry, reminding you that you need to buy more hand lotion for him.

Somehow, Peter's face mask seems to fit him perfectly even when his face moves.

"We are totally slaying right now." He speaks up and you cannot fathom what caused him to say that. Your eyes look directly into his, a deadly serious expression on your face.

"Get the fuck off TikTok." You demand and he bursts out laughing. You know for a fact he scrolls through it when there's a break period on patrol and you hate how he's somehow weaponized the slang. "No, actually get off before I delete your account!" You tease.

"I thought girls love that word!" He defends, throwing his hands up. "I swear it's all I see now!" He chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's insane to think that New York's famous superhero says it casually!" You point out, smoothing your mask once again. You finally take in Peter's face with the owl mask on, realizing how stupid he looks. You have to look just as dumb though.

"Oh, my bad I didn't know I'd have to speak formally even when I'm off duty!" He raises his voice but you know he's not being serious. You laugh, having to once again smooth out your mask. "Next time I'll only comment about serious topics like the economy or politics!" He suggests, shaking his head. His flat hair moves with him, it looks so soft even after a whole night of being squished under his costume.

"You comment on TikToks?" You realize what he's said, leaning closer to him. "Please tell me your name isn't something like the official Spider-Man!" You place your hands on his shoulder, starting on your knees now. You look down at him with a serious glare.

"What? No, of course not!" He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You decide to get comfortable, adjusting yourself so your legs are parallel and you're facing him only inches apart. "It's Spider-Mans ass." He adds. You begin cackling, knowing that's a lie. "I also have like sixty Spider-Man edits and thirst traps saved on there."

"Peter, remove yourself from that app instantly!" You shout a smile still on your face. "I cannot believe you're inflating your own ego!" You actually can believe it. You should have come up with that idea sooner because, of course, Peter would find such things and save them

"I'm offended you haven't made a fan account." He pretends to be upset, "I mean you're my girlfriend you should be the most popular account!" He crosses his arms with a dramatic frown.

"I'm sorry, weren't you the one all for privacy and safety?" You defend, and he sighs. He doesn't have a funny argument to deflect your statement, but he doesn't actually want one. You're right, he'd rather have that privacy around you.

You notice the time, realizing it's past mask-removing time. You pat his thigh, exiting his lap and padding to the bathroom. Peter catches on instantly and follows you. You remove your mask, tossing it into the bathroom trash bin, Peter does the same.

You turn on the sink waiting for the water to warm but Peter wastes no time. He washes the slimy substance from his face with cold water. Once he finishes he grabs the hand towel, drying his face.

"It should be warm enough for you now." He kisses your head and stands behind you. He leans against the wall, waiting for you to wash your face.

Once you finish you stretch and dry your face, feeling cleansed. However, you're now slightly hungry. Peter automatically knows because you're always hungry around this time.

"I'm going to make us some popcorn." He pushes off the bathroom wall. Before he leaves he picks you up by your stomach, carrying you out of the bathroom. "You are coming with."

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