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star-girl69 · 4 months

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In A Good Way

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: basically episode two but if clarisse had a gf (so what should have been canon pretty much)

a/n: sorry dior is so fine i had to get the thoughts out this is kinda shitty also but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

In A Good Way - Faye Webster

warnings: some violence, swearing, soft and ooc clarisse but only bc i wholeheartedly believe she is soft only for her gf and i love soft clarisse, also protective!clarisse my weakness, i’m insane, cringe, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You watch Clarisse bump into the poor boy.

You’re sitting with your siblings, Tyla and Jackie, but your eyes were drawn to her even across the courtyard. Your eyes are always drawn to her.

She shoulders him hard, then immediately turns around and pushes him straight to the ground. Tyla gasps next to you as he crashes sharply into the dirt.

“Your girlfriend is a literal menace, Y/N,” Jackie scoffs.

“How do you think I feel having to deal with her?”

You really do feel bad for the boy, Percy, you think. Regardless of whether or not he really killed the Minotaur (Clar spent the entire night talking your ear off about how it simply can’t be true) it’s his first day at camp. He’s helpless, to say the least.

Feeling less than your whole life and then finally coming to a place where everyone else is like you, finally getting answers- it’s a shock.

You always feel bad for every new camper. Especially the young and tiny ones like him. Besides, you like his cute blonde hair.

“Oh, haha,” Jackie rolls her eyes. “You love her.”

You start to get up, faking a dramatic sigh, “I do.”

Tyla giggles as you walk away and come into earshot.

“Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It’s like his first day, come on.” Luke seems as unimpressed as he always does, slightly apathetic, as another Hermes cabin member tugs Percy up.

“Wait, so, this is the kid who killed the Minotaur. Is that right?” she takes a step forward, a misleading smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Percy says, awkwardly looking around.

“I’ll bet,” she smiles, her eyes lighting up in prospect of someone new to torture. “Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.”

Her eyes meet yours.

“Clarisse!” you say in a sing-song voice, walking up to her and placing your hand on her shoulder. “He’s, like, twelve.”

“Oh, but he’s strong enough to kill a Minotaur?”

Your eyes lock, her hand brushes your hip, and you get those same cliche butterflies in your stomach you always do when you look at her.

You smile.

You see her eyes soften.

She turns back to Percy after a moment, faking forward, and he flinches so hard he almost falls back.

Her and her Ares siblings laugh, you roll your eyes, and push her away. She walks away, her siblings in tow, and you turn back to Luke.

On Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth’s last stretch to camp, they came across you. Your satyr protector had been killed by a monster protecting you, and Luke had held your hand and promised that all of you were going to make it to camp.

You’ll always have that bond with Luke, even though Clar hates his guts and his best swordsman in camp title.

You place your arm on his shoulder, he slings a loose arm around your waist.

Luke is pretty much the only person who can get away with touching you like this, or else they’ll receive a nice message from Clarisse in the form of a dagger barely missing their face.

“Ares kids,” Luke explains to Percy. “They come by it honestly. You got lucky today. If Y/N hadn’t come around, you probably would have gotten knocked over again.”

“Hi,” you say, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Percy shakes your hand, smiling awkwardly.

“She’s Clarisse’s girlfriend and the only thing that stands between the camp and total destruction.”

“Oh,” Percy says, not quite able to hide his surprise and slight disgust. “She seems… nice.”

“Well, if you look like me, she’ll love you. But… I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Percy chuckles a bit.

“Why don’t they bother you?” he asks Luke.

“Ah, they know better,” he says, squeezing you closer to him.

“Yeah, Luke’s the best swordsman in camp,” one of Luke’s siblings says. You can see something in Percy’s eyes, a light that reminds you a bit of Clar.

“So, they stay away from you because, glory? So, if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?”

“Exactly,” Luke affirms. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. What the Hades is he teaching him?

“And people think I’m a big deal?”

“Well, sorta-”

“And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me.”

Oh. Your heart squeezes for him.

“You… you can’t force the Gods to do anything,” Luke says, trying not to hurt Percy too much.

“Well, yeah, but… it would make it a lot harder for him to pretend I don’t exist, right?”

“Maybe,” Luke concedes.

“Great. Where do we start?”

You laugh. “Ooh, I like the way you think.” You slip away from Luke, smiling at Percy. “Come find me if you wanna try your hand at some Aphrodite skills.”

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You find Clarisse sitting outside her cabin at a picnic table, polishing her spear, her favorite activity.

You sit down next to her.

“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, a bit too entranced with the gift from her father.

“I only have a few minutes before I go to archery, but… I think you’ll enjoy this.” She looks over at you for a second, then right back to the spear. “Don’t make me charmspeak you, La Rue.”

“Okay. Okay, sorry, what?” she sets the spear down in her lap, staring up at you with a smile as if she hadn’t been ignoring you a second ago.

“Percy Jackson wants to find glory so you’ll stop bothering him,” she snorts, “and so his father will have to claim him.”

She hums.

“Well, I like him. I think he’s cute.”

She shoots you a bored look.

“Don’t say horrible things like that.”

You play with a curl hanging over her shoulder. “We both know I’ll say whatever I want.”

“Oh, I know.”

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“What happened to you?”

You turn to look at Clarisse’s smirking face.

“What?”

She rolls her eyes. “C’mere,”

You lean forward, across the space between the Aphrodite cabin and the Ares cabin tables. Clarisse puts her hand to your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. She pulls back, and you stare at her dirt covered thumb.

“You’re covered in dirt, gorgeous.”

You hurriedly raise your hand up to your face, groaning when your palm does in fact come away covered in dirt.

“Percy is definitely not a child of Apollo,” you mutter.

“What d’you mean?” Clarisse asks, handing you a few extra napkins as you begin to wipe off your face, a spot on your shirt you had noticed.

“Luke’s taking him around, trying to figure out what he’s got a talent for. It was funny, actually, he shot the arrow over all of us on the side and we all went crashing into the ground.”

She doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do.

“It was an accident, Clar!” you say, all sing-song again.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. Exactly why I don’t believe he killed that Minotaur.”

“Adrenaline makes even mortals do crazy things.”

“You don’t kill a Minotaur with adrenaline,” she hisses.

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Capture the Flag is held the next day. Clarisse and two of her siblings have been particularly pissed off all morning, and no matter how much you bug her, she only says “you’ll see” in this horribly nerve-wracking tone.

You have the same job you do every game. Sit in front of the flag, and charmspeak anyone who tries to come near it.

You’re decent with a bow, okay with a sword, but this is one area where you really shine, where you can really help.

After the first game, the blue team has learned to wear ear plugs when they come near you. But you’re like a siren, you come around and take out their ear plugs anyways. They’re scared to touch you, because one of the Ares kids will run right off to Clarisse, and she tells you all the time that she’d rather lose dessert privileges for a month then see you with one scratch.

Chiron stands imposingly on the large rock at the start of the small river that divides the two halves of the woods.

“The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor.”

You know these rules by heart.

Ever since your first Game, the day you met Clarisse, you’ve loved them. You’re not the most violent person, nothing near Clar and her insatiable thirst for competition, but there’s just something about the game.

She walks forward through the sea of red-marked armor, digging her spear into the ground and glaring at what you can only assume to be Percy Jackson.

“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.”

You suppress a laugh at that rule. That one was only implemented a few games ago, right after the one where you had been taken prisoner and tied with vines to a tree. When Clar had heard, she actually almost murdered a few kids and maimed some more.

Although it made keeping prisoners a little awkward, Chiron had proclaimed it was in everyone’s best interests.

“Let the games begin!” he shouts, the conch blows, and the entire team screams in a terrifying war cry.

The blue team bangs their shields and weapons together, and now you have 20 minutes before game on.

Clarisse is the captain of your team, of course. She marches around barking orders to everyone, as if their positions aren’t already drilled into their heads.

“Hey Clar,” you say. You’re surrounded by a few Ares kids, a few other good fighters, ready to protect the flag and by extension you- with their lives.

Capture the flag games are taken seriously.

She looks at the red flag in your hands, smiling in that smug way she always does. She doesn’t smile this way when it’s just you and her, but you can still see the softness in her eyes even now. With Clarisse, her emotions are all about the eyes.

“You all know what you’re doing?” she asks. All the kids behind you nod. “Good,” she smirks, starting to walk away.

“Are you hunting in your usual woods today?” you ask, heading in the same direction as her.

She smiles, a full toothy grin.

“Oh, baby, I have something even better planned.”

Clarisse is not one to change the strategy.

You can’t get it out of your head what she’s been saying about Percy.

“If you kill someone, I’m killing you.”

She just smiles.

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One of the kids holds the flag from up on a rock, acting like a lookout. You lean against that rock, your armor digging into your thighs at the awkward angle, waiting for someone to come. Everyone else surrounds you in the flag, in battle stances.

The conch blew about 20 minutes ago, and you should be seeing someone soon.

“I think Luke’s coming,” Corey, the Apollo kid lookout says.

“Of course he is,” you mutter. He’s always in charge of getting the flag, because he’s not afraid to touch you. Clarisse knows he’s just your friend, or else he probably would have been dead by now. They emerge from the woods, not bothering to try for stealth, all in defensive positions.

Everyone lets you take the lead. You understand why Clarisse loves power. It’s addicting, it’s like lightening in your veins.

“Hi, Luke,” you smile.

He can’t hear you, but he returns the smile.

“You’re all going to turn around and walk 300 feet in the other direction.”

Luke sighs as one of the kids actually turns and walks away, heeding your command. Everyone else has their earplugs in tight, but it always gets one or two of them.

You roll your eyes. “You always make this so difficult, Luke.”

You walk towards him, maybe you can surprise him and rip the ear plugs out of your ear, but he suddenly springs his leg out so you trip, slamming into the ground and getting a face full of dirt.

“Bitch,” you mumble, ready to get up. Suddenly, a Hermes girl throws herself on top of you, slapping a hand over your mouth.

As soon as you hit the ground, the fight erupts around you.

“You can’t do this, Luke, it’s against the rules!” you screech, but it’s muffled through the girls thick leather gloves.

Matty, one of Clar’s siblings sighs heavily. “Fuckin’ hate this dude,” he mumbles. “Marjorie, go get Clarisse.”

The girl runs off, and Matty adjusts his helmet.

“Don’t know why you do this to yourself, man.”

Luke kneels down in front of you while you scream obscenities next to his name. He makes a big show of taking out his earplugs before ruffling your hair.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He whips around and his sword immediately clashes with Matty’s, and they’re locked in a flurry of metal clashing and glinting in the sunlight. Matty is really good, probably bested only by Clarisse, but Luke is still the best swordsman in camp.

He puts up a valiant fight, but Luke disarms him.

Your back is really, really starting to hurt like this.

It’s whirlwind, but there were more blue team then red team, and sometimes sheer number beats out even the best of the Ares cabin.

They grab the flag and run for the beach.

The girl waits for another moment until one of the Ares kids points his sword at her.

“You’re really gonna want to let her go,” Matty says. She stands up and books it, following her team.

“Eat dirt!” you scream as she runs away, but she still has her earplugs in.

Matty helps you up.

“Clarisse’s gonna kill us all.”

“I hate Luke Castellan. I hate him, I hate him, I wish him nothing but pain and suffering.”

Matty claps your shoulder.

“Hey, at least we all get to watch Clarisse beat up the Hermes cabin at sword practice tomorrow.”

And you do like seeing Clar fight, the way she’s so focused and truly in her element, sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight…

“That will be fun,” you concede. Matty laughs, and you all make your way down to the beach.

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The scream scares you.

All the kids around you jump up with their swords, thinking a monster had somehow made its way near camp, but you recognize that voice.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, feeling frozen.

“What?” Matty asks, his eyes scanning the forest. “What’d you say?”

“Clarisse,” you repeat, breaking off into a run towards the sound of it, towards the beach.

“Clar- wait, Y/N!”

But you’re already long gone.

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You make it to the beach a minute after the conch sounded, the blue team having won, making it just in time to see the blue trident appear over Percy’s head. You can barely even register the fact that he’s a forbidden child, your eyes immediately finding Clar’s siblings, the ones she was supposed to be hunting with today.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe out, almost slamming into one of them. “W-where’s Clarisse? I heard her scream-”

You love her so much it’s like your heart will break if you even think about her being hurt. It always seems like Clar is the one who loves you more, only because of her proud and overprotective nature, but really you love her just as much.

You just never have the opportunity to threaten to kill someone like she does for you. She does that all on her own.

“Oh, uh, she went that way,” he points in the direction of a barely there path, heading into the woods and back to camp.

“Great, thanks!” you shout, already running after her.

You catch up with her after a minute, your gaze landing on her practically stomping through the woods. She’s angry. She’s angry, why?

“Clar!” you shout, and she whips around, standing still while you sprint over to her. “Clarisse, Clarisse, are you hurt? I-I heard you scream-”

You run your hands up and down her arms, and after a tense second of her staring at the ground, she puts her hands on your hips.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”

She looks like she’s about to cry. But you know she won’t ever let herself cry, won’t ever let herself be perceived as weak.

You wrap your arms and let her put her face in your neck. She’s almost shaking with how angry she is, her fingers digging into your hips, and she stops herself and lets go before she can hurt you.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. You’re not sure what happened. But she screamed like that, not like she was scared, but like she had just lost something. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” She says into your neck, simple, and you respect it.

“Okay, well, let’s go back to your cabin. You’re not gonna believe the day I had. Will it make you happy to know I give you permission to beat up Luke?”

She looks up at you with skeptical eyes. You both ignore the tears staining her cheeks. “Really?” she asks, slightly hopeful, even through all her anger and sadness.

“Come on,” you smile, letting go of her and sliding you hand into hers. She meets your pace and wraps her arm around your waist. She doesn’t tell you she loves you, but you know.

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You flop down onto Clar’s bed. As the head counselor, she gets the best bunk. On the second floor loft, where there’s only enough space for single beds, meaning she doesn’t have to deal with bunk beds, all the way in the corner for a little privacy.

She stands in front of you, slipping off her shoes, and your reach forward to work at the knots of her breastplate.

She stares at you until the armor is lose around her, and she lifts it up over her head and leaves it haphazardly on the ground.

You lay flat, stretching your aching back, and Clar leans over you to help you take off your armor. You probably don’t even need armor, but Clarisse is overprotective by nature, by blood. It makes her feel better, and it really doesn’t bother you much. She lifts it over your head, letting the metal crash into the floor before laying down next to you.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m supposed to be here for you but I’m so tired, and my back hurts so bad…”

She laughs. You smile, and it falls into comfortable silence.

“Can I really beat up Luke?” she says after a second.

You open your eyes and she’s laying on her side, propped up her arm and staring at you.

“Oh, you can.”

“Why?” she asks, still not quite believing you.

“Okay, so, Luke comes over, right. And you know, I try to charmspeak them but only one of them goes. I walk over to Luke and he fucking trips me! It was so embarrassing, baby, I literally ate shit.”

She smiles and puts her arm around your waist, tugging you closer to her.

“Then, some girl tackles me before I can get up, and puts her hand over my mouth so I can’t do anything. Which first of all, is completely against the rules, and second of all, it really hurt my back! Then, then, Luke has the audacity to say ‘Oh, thanks Y/N!’ and ruffles my hair, like? I swear to Gods, I just want him to… well, I don’t know. Suffer.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she mutters into the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he’s unrecognizable.”

You smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Clarisse. Who would defend my honor and fight my battles?”

She seems sort of placid, tired, like she’s just a still lake reacting to your body wading in deeper. It’s almost like she’s gonna fall asleep, and she’s always tired after capture the flag, so it’s not unusual.

“I’d be there,” she mutters, her eyes closed.

You’re both silent for a few more minutes, just the two of you together, her strong arm around you, the way it’s always meant to be.

“He’s a son of Poseidon. Did you see?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I saw.”

“It’s not fair,” she says, like the child she never got to be. “I spend so much time, so much time trying to make him proud- it took months for him to claim me and he gets claimed on, what, his third day?”

Her head lands on your chest, your hands smoothing down her hair.

She touches the necklace she gave you months ago, bringing it out from under your shirt, the simple chain with the pretty charm that looks like a spear. More so an arrow, but it’s supposed to be her spear.

“He broke it,” she whispers.

“Broke what?”

She sits up a little higher, her hands reaching behind you and undoing the clasp on your necklace. You haven’t even taken it off since she put it on you, so of course she would be the one to take it off.

“He broke my spear.”

“Oh, Clarisse…” she stares at the necklace before folding it up tightly in her palm. She breathes out as she lays back down on your chest, her legs entwining with yours, your hand back in her curls.

“The Hephaestus kids can fix it, but it won’t be electrical anymore.”

You don’t say anything. Most people would say “it’s better than nothing” but you’re demigods with absent divine parents.

Clarisse didn’t tell you it was better than nothing to at least be claimed by Aphrodite when one of your siblings got a magic item from her. She didn’t try and tell you “maybe someday” when you cried in her arms.

Because more often then not, you’ll die before your godly parent even claims you. More kids die on their way to Camp Half-Blood then Chiron would like to admit.

And what would the Gods do? Nothing. They would do nothing about it, because they don’t care.

Clarisse doesn’t cry, but you know she wants to, and you let her know that she can cry if she wants to. She can, if she has to. You’d never turn her away.

If she hasn’t realized already, you’re in this for the long run.

—-

Clarisse fell asleep in your arms, then pulled you back when you tried to go back to your own cabin, and you figured Chiron wouldn’t mind this once.

She finally let you go after you screamed that she couldn’t kiss you before you brushed your teeth, mumbling about how you’re depriving her.

When you meet up with her again, she has her sword in hand and her armor strapped tight to her body.

It was just a great big coincidence that the Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares and Demeter cabins all had sword practice at the same times. Clarisse looked all too happy at being able to get out some anger from yesterday, because sparring is the only way Clar has to work out the intense feelings she inherited from her father.

“So, who should I metaphorically kill?”

“Ooh, big word,” you tease. She grabs your chin, making you look at her, but she’s smiling too much for it to be a threat.

“C’mon, baby, who?”

“Luke. And…” you point, “That’s the girl who tackled me. Oh, and that’s the boy who fought Corey and got the flag. I don’t know his name.”

“‘Cause he’s irrelevant,” she says. You hum. “You just wait right here, gorgeous, enjoy the show.” She winks before sauntering off in the girls direction, smiling in that misleading way, asking her if she wants to spar.

You beckon Jackie and Tyla over to you, who both seem unimpressed.

“Please don’t tell me you put Clarisse up to attacking the Hermes cabin,” Tyla sighs.

“I didn’t put her up to anything. She did it all on her own.”

“Oh, sure she did,” Jackie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t act like you all aren’t gonna enjoy it.”

Tyla meets your eyes, then Jackie’s.

“Sorry, Jacks, it’s, like, really entertaining!”

You all laugh as Clar leads the girl into the circle, laughing even harder when she disarms her after a minute. The boy who took the flag barely lasts 45 seconds.

When Luke walks up to her, she throws her sword down and tackles him. You give her a minute before you pull her off.

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clarisse, about to beat up percy

y/n: oh no no no no you don’t

clarisse: ok i won’t kill him rn 😍😍😍😍

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y/n: yeah like idk what i would do without you who would protect me and fight my battles

clarisse “i would be there” la rue: bitch our love transcends the laws of physics I WOULD BE THERE

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y/n giggling and kicking her feet watching clarisse beat up luke

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #pjo x you

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months

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I love Mafia Dad Max and the twins 😭

Imagine if they have another baby, this time a baby girl, the twins are a little bit older, maybe 10 years old, and they go full protective mood over they’re sister 🥹

A/N: This is so cute, imagine you're finally bringing her home and they fuss over you and baby and Max is like ????? You're ten, sit your asses down

"She's my sister," Casper snaps, hating that he couldn't go to the hospital. "She's my sister too, dummy." Fabian grumbles, throwing himself into the couch as their Uncle Carlos and Lando talked in the kitchen. "Nuh huh! She'll like me better, so she'll be my sister!" Casper whines, sitting on the floor pushing back his dark blonde hair.

"Stupid! That's not how biology works!" Fabian snarks, that has Carlos sticking his head out. "Hey, no arguing." "Sorry, Uncle Carlos!" Both boys shoot back, Casper pouting as he hated getting scolded by his uncles, but Fabian could care less.

"Do you think Mama is okay?" Casper asks, ever the Mama's boy. "Yeah, she's strong like Dad. Besides, you really think Dad would allow Mama to be hurt?" Fabian asks, giving his baby brother a pointed look. "Well, noooo. But I heard giving birth is hard, Uncle Lando said so." Casper whispers, knowing he shouldn't have been listening to his Uncle's conversations.

"Please, Dad wouldn't let Mama do this if it'd hurt her," If you were home, you would've snorted at the boys conversation. The front door beeps which has both boys shooting up and rushing the door. You step in first, as Max was carrying your new baby girl Violet. "Mama!" You about cry seeing your two boys, still filled with the hormones. "Be careful with me boys," You warn them gently and your sweet boys listen.

They gently hug you, not as tight as they want, but at least you were back home and safe. "Told you," Fabian whispers, Casper sticking out his tongue which has you giggle. "Told him what, Fabby?" You shuffle gently and smile at Carlos and Lando who leave you be, knowing you just wanted your boys.

"I said, Dad wouldn't let you be hurt. Dad wouldn't let you have a baby if it hurt you," You snicker as does Lando and Carlos. Casper pinches his eyebrows, not understanding why you were laughing. "It's not funny, Mama. Dad really wouldn't let you do this if it hurt you," You sigh at your boys slight protective streak they've gotten from their father.

Speaking of their father, Max walks in silently, holding the baby car seat, Violet fast asleep in it. You loved this sight, Max a little normal looking with his beard little grown out, hair messy and just looking so good, who could blame you for wanting another baby, nothing was hotter to you than Max being a father.

"Is that the baby?" Casper asks, moving away from you gently as Max kneels down and opens his arms for his first baby. "Yep, this is Violet. Violet, this is your brother Casper." Max holds Casper who leans into his father's arms smiling down at her. "She's so tiny," He whispers, staring at her in awe.

Carlos and Lando grab their things, waving bye silently letting you have this family moment. You smile as you watch Casper and Max admiring baby Violet. "She's pretty," He whispers and Max chuckles kissing Casper cheek and admiring his boy. "You were once this small," Fabian slides out of your hold and walks over and peaks over the cover and wrinkles his nose.

"She looks like you, Dad. I was hoping she'd look like Mama." You snort out a laugh and cover your mouth as Max sighs and tugs Fabian into his other arm. "Bugger, she looks like your Mama." He chuckles and Fabian makes a noise. "Nooo, Mama is pretty, she's all scrunchy and ugly. That's you Dad," You can't help it anymore and start to laugh as Max just sighs and gives up knowing Fabian was to much like him to argue.

"We'll protect you and Mama," Casper whispers touching her little hand which flexes open and holds Casper's fingers. His eyes light up at that, and Fabian frowns and sticks out his finger, Violet opening up her little hand and grabbing Fabian finger who gets this look across your face.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you," "Alrightttt," Max groans as he stands and moves the boys away, "You're ten, go play with your dinosaurs," Casper runs off laughing as Fabian soon follows. You and Max share a look which has you both giggling like you were teenagers again.

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bratkook · 1 year

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two point five. part two (m) jjk.

part one. part three.

pairing. handyman!jk x reader genre. smut, fluff, friends to lovers word count. 12k warnings. jungkook’s love language is physical touch in case u were wondering!!, lots of kissing, fingering, too much teasing, multiple orgasms, jungkook might have a thing for overstimulation idk, unprotected sex, creampie hehe summary. so what if jungkook had loosened your bathroom pipes and his friends loved to tease him about you and your friendship. all he could think about was why the hell you hadn’t text him to fix it yet. note. our fav handyman is back!! hehe thank u guys for loving him so much, i really enjoy writing about these two cute dummies. pls let me know what u think, feel free to send some more thirst asks abt him bc i will def be writing more drabbles abt them now<3

The sun beats down on Jungkook’s skin, leaving it prickling with sweat as he finishes loading up his truck. The thin white wifebeater does nothing to protect him from the heat, but he was using it to his advantage. He was currently on a job in the hills, a rich older woman wanting some help with hanging large day beds under her porch—and she brought her friends along to observe.

Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He knew they weren’t interested in learning how to do this themselves. No, they were interested in the younger, tattooed and sweaty man grunting as he did it all himself. So he gave them a show, taking off his thicker shirt, revealing more of his body as he worked, raking his hands through his hair as he subtly flexed. He’d like to think it was an art.

It really did pay off though. They brought out lemonade for him and even gave him a hefty tip, all of them giggling when he winked and wished them a good day before leaving. He really knew how to milk it.

Once he’s settled inside his car he sags into his seat, yanking up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face before cranking up the air conditioning. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, going through the skew of notifications and frowning when he doesn’t see your name popping up.

It had been about two weeks since Jungkook had decided to sabotage your bathroom sink, so why the hell weren’t you texting him about your bathroom flooding?

With a small huff, he’s opening your thread of messages, quickly typing something out before starting his drive back home.

Jungkook 5:28pm : i think i became a sex worker today

Your phone buzzes on your desk at work, taking your attention away from your computer screen, and when you read it you can’t help but laugh under your breath.

Y/N 5:29pm : did you finally start an onlyfans?

You shut your computer down after hitting send, clocking out for the day and saying your goodbyes before you head home as well. You realize Jungkook must still be driving home from work when you don’t have a response when you walk through your door, not getting a text back until you're changing out of your clothes and getting comfy on your couch.

Jungkook 6:36pm : why? are you trying to pay to see me naked?

Jungkook 6:36pm : you could see it for free anytime you want you know

Jungkook 6:37pm : but no, I just got eye fucked all day by a group of rich cougars and then they gave me a $200 tip so its basically the same thing right

Your feet kick up as you giggle over his first messages, flopping onto your stomach on your couch as you text him back.

Y/N 6:38pm : really? how about right now?

Y/N 6:38pm : and you’re right, you’re definitely a sex worker now

The three dots appear on your screen as he types, disappearing a few times as the minutes tick on until your phone finally buzzes with a response. It's enough to dry out your throat, eyes going wide as you take in the photo he had sent you. It's clear he’s in the shower, judging by the drops of water on his skin, but all you can see is his stomach. The double doberman heads dip into the ridges of his abs, glistening in the light, only the peak of his v-line shown with the cute trail of hair leading down his bellybutton. It’s cut off right before your favorite part, not giving you a small taste even as you shamelessly zoom in to try to get a better look.

Jungkook 6:41pm : that’s all you get for tonight<3

Jungkook feels smug as he sends that, setting his phone aside to continue his shower. Really, he wanted nothing more than to go over and show you exactly what you were asking for in person, but he had already bailed on his friend’s last week to do just that and Jungkook couldn’t live with himself if he did it again. So he sucks it up, hopes you don’t send a teasing picture back, and goes about his original plans for the night.

Jungkook’s guard is down as he sits at the table with his friends, munching on wings and laughing at the way Taehyung tries to gulp down his beer as fast as possible. So when his phone vibrates in his pocket he thinks nothing of it, not even when he sees your name lighting up the screen. He confidently takes another bite of his wing as he slides open your text, immediately choking on it when he sees you had in fact sent him a photo.

“Jesus, stop trying to inhale the wings and chew them!” Hoseok cackles, pounding at Jungkook’s back.

“Im fine,” he barely gets out, taking another glance at his phone to stare at your photo with tear filled eyes. It’s equally as teasing as the one he sent you, perfectly cut off to showcase the right amount of underboob, your free hand trailing along the small sliver of your underwear visible, the words this is all you get tonight too<3 underneath it.

“Who are you talking to?” Jimin asks, a little twinkle in his eyes as he observes Jungkook looking extremely flustered while he texts you back.

“My friend,” Jungkook chokes out, locking his phone and putting on a smile as if his mind wasn’t currently whirling.

Jimin just hums, a knowing smile on his own lips.

This becomes a somewhat normal occurrence in the days to come—not the half nudes sent via texts, but him being semi distracted with messaging you while he’s around his friends. So much so that his friends have come to notice it, just watching on as he giggles at his phone like a psychopath, typing away with a bunny smile before locking it and trying to act nonchalant as if his friends just hadn’t seen him kicking his legs around like a schoolgirl.

His friends were used to Jungkook’s phone lighting up with notifications, whether it be instagram dm’s or texts from girls who were clearly interested, and it was rare if he entertained it for more than a week. But they had yet to see him this giddy with just texting someone in the middle of the day, especially for this long.

“Quick, who am I?” Taehyung shouts, grabbing everyone’s attention including Jungkook’s. Jungkook raises a brow as he stares at his friend, seeing the way he grabs his phone and pretends to type with a stupid smile on his face, giggling obnoxiously as he does so.

“Too easy! You’re a highschool boy texting his crush!” Jimin chimes in, cackling at the annoyed look Jungkook sends him.

“Close, I’m Jungkook.” Taehyung snickers, finally cracking a smile out of Jungkook despite how much he tries to fight it.

“Are you sexting at 1pm Jungkook?” Hoseok asks, everyone laughing when they hear him.

Jungkook can only roll his eyes, turning his phone over so they can see and rolling them even harder when they all scream and shut their eyes as if they’re really expecting to see Jungkook’s dick full screen. There were no teasing photos in the text thread this time. “Oh come on,” he laughs out. “I’m just texting a friend.”

A friend. That’s exactly what you are. And that’s exactly what his friends know you as, not yet properly introduced. They only know who you are because of how often your contact name appears on his phone.

“Oh, a friend? Or a friend?” Jimin asks, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Does it make a difference?” Jungkook mumbles, looking away quickly, finishing his response to you before locking his phone once more.

“I don’t know, do you send her pictures of your cock?”

“Oh my god, don’t say cock we’re in public!” Namjoon hisses, glaring at Taehyung before looking back at Jungkook expectantly. “Well, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Jungkook huffs out, tongue pressed against his cheek. He technically hasn’t sent you any photos of his cock, well not fully. Sure you’ve choked on it a couple of times and he knew how good your pussy felt around it, but his friend’s didn’t need to know that, not explicitly at least. “But if you must know, we are friends.”

The emphasis on the word makes them all hum in realization, nodding along as if they could see right through him.

“Oh, they’re fucking.”

“Wait, is she who you were with that time I facetimed you to borrow your truck?” Jimin gasps, the pieces seeming to fall into place. “Oh yeah, they’re fucking fucking.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Jungkook groans, but the smile on his face only makes his friends laugh harder. He just takes a sip of his iced tea, twirling around the straw, needing something to fiddle with.

“Since when are you so coy,” Taehyung snickers.

“Seriously, remember when you went on your Tinder bender last year and we had to hear all about it.”

Jungkook throws his head back as he hears Yoongi, shutting his eyes when he remembers exactly what he was talking about. “Yes, I do. I was very weak and vulnerable then so don’t hold that against me. This is different.”

And he meant it. This felt different. Jungkook was used to casual, preferring the freedom that came from it, no pressure for anything other than a good time. And that’s exactly what he thought this was, until he realized he was doing more than he was used to. Jungkook was texting you from morning to night, never seeming to run out of conversation. He’d drop by more often with snacks, just to hang out, wanting to see you after long days, and getting a kiss out of you seemed like a greater reward to him than anything else. It left him feeling excited, eagerly anticipating the next day to continue talking to you.

So it was just that: different.

“Oh?”

“Stop it!”

“Okay okay fine. Well tell your friend we said hello.” So he does, he takes a group photo—where they're all smiling extremely hard—and sends it to you with the text they wanted to say hello underneath it.

You get the text while you’re talking to Seulgi, giggling on the phone and having to explain it to her.

“So is this a thing now?” she wonders, a small smile on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, legit friends with benefits?”

“I guess so. We never really…established it as anything other than friends.”

“Okay, how often do you see him?”

You think it over for a minute. “It depends, but I’d say at least twice a week.”

“Okay, and do you fuck him every time you see him?” She has that smile on her face that you know too well, she’s digging around in your business.

“No, I don’t. We’re not a pair of horny bunnies Seulgi! Sometimes we just hang out.”

“But you text him every single day?”

“Yes, I do. Because we're friends, who just occasionally have sex.”

“Okay, just needed to clarify that you weren’t dating. It’s not like he texts you good morning and has some clothes and a toothbrush at your place right?” she laughs, already moving on to the next topic at hand. But you can only sit there, Jungkook’s shirt on your body while your eyes drift to the side, staring at your bathroom door, knowing Jungkook’s blue toothbrush was sitting right beside your yellow one.

“What is this?” you wonder, eyeing the pale orange drink Jungkook just handed you. You take a small sip, humming as the soda water hits your tongue, the taste of liquor and orange following suit.

“Not sure, it sounded cute and reminded me of you so I got it. Do you like it?” He looks at you with that smile you’ve grown to love, a little crooked at the corners, just barely showing his teeth.

“I love it.” You hide your smile with another sip, pretending like his words didn’t have an effect on you. It seemed to be something you struggled with greatly. Jungkook just seemed to always say the right words that had your heart skipping. It was always random, slipping out between conversations. Sometimes he’d send you pictures of cute things he’d see while working, small figurines that he thought you would like, photos of client’s dogs that watched him while he worked because he knew you’d find it adorable, or just casual compliments that made your face heat up.

“Good. Now pick a game.” He shakes the coins in his palm, hearing the clinking as he does so. His wide eyes take in the arcade, the bright neons making them twinkle as you stare at him instead of looking at the options, so when he looks back at you and sees you still staring at him he smiles wide. “Okay, I’ll pick.”

Jungkook pockets his coins, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together before leading you through the barcade. Your eyes lock onto your hands, seeing the way his thumb gently rubs along your knuckles almost mindlessly, tugging you closer until your shoulders are pressed together. He settles on streetfighter, giving you a smug look as he nudges your shoulder before inserting coins.

“Are you good at this game?” he questions, picking his character and looking at which one you decide on.

“Nope, I just smash buttons and hope for the best,” you snort, taking another sip of your drink and offering him some before pressing start.

“Perfect, so do I.”

It’s a horrible match, the both of you smashing buttons and yanking the joystick in every direction, laughter bubbling out of you when you somehow manage to defeat him. Jungkook seems to be very competitive in nature though, dragging you to every versus game in this place until he was finally winning a match against you. It becomes a game of winning kisses, each victory from you resulting in a kiss and a victory from him resulting in two kisses, and honestly it makes him losing suck a little less. Regardless of the outcome, he’s whooping the second a match is over, swooping in for his guaranteed smooch in a movement so casual it makes your heart skip. He doesn’t care who sees, just wanting to get a taste of you anyway he can.

It’s not until you’re settling in front of the pinball machine that he calms down, two drinks in your system, trying so hard to focus on the small metal ball clanging around inside. Jungkook watches on in amusement as the machine makes all kinds of noise, one hand constantly on you, trailing his fingers up and down your spine while you focus. When his fingers travel higher up your neck, sinking into your hair and making a shiver rack through you, the metal ball slips through the opening, ending your game with a sad score.

As he makes a joke about distracting you, you can only laugh weakly, allowing him to take over your spot for another round. Your mind races for a moment, Seulgi’s earlier joking words playing through your head, making you wonder if this friendship really lied deeper than you thought. Was implying you just remain friends the wrong decision? Did he do this with all of his friends? And if he did, were you okay with it?

Those same questions linger in your mind each time you see him. What started as a slow whisper getting louder each time, especially when he ends up at your place two weeks later. Jungkook barely enters your apartment, greeting you with a small kiss before staring back at your door. His brows are pinched on his forehead as he opens the door again, eyes analyzing the lock of your door.

“You should get a ring camera,” he suddenly says, his finger tapping along the front of the door, sliding down to poke at the actual lock. “And upgrade your locks.”

“Oh? Is this area not safe?” you wonder, confusion evident on your face as you think of why he suddenly has interest in making your place feel secure. You lived in what you thought was a pretty safe building, locked entry with a doorman and key fobs needed to access different areas, but maybe Jungkook knew something you didn’t.

“Hm?” He looks back at you, closing your door and staring at the top before deciding he also needed to install a deadbolt lock for you as well. “No, it’s not that. I just wanna make sure you feel safe, you know.” He says it so casually, just like he did most things, and you’re once again wondering if he did this with all of his friends.

Still, it makes you smile, approaching him again and letting your hands slide up his chest, swooping around his neck as you look up at him. “That’s sweet Jungkook. I appreciate that. Maybe you can give me a full on security system?”

He laughs as he stares down at you, nudging his scrunched nose against yours. “Definitely, I might just get you a guard dog too while I’m at it.”

Jungkook makes it his own personal project, coming back a few days later, directly from work with all of his supplies. He’s wearing those thick denim jeans you’ve grown to like on him, a newer pair that had yet to become ruined from work, accentuating his slim waist thanks to the tucked in white tee. You once again take your time admiring him, admiring the tattoos that mark his arms, shown by the cuffed short sleeves hugging his biceps. The shorter pieces of hair in the front frame his face perfectly, swooping by his cheek bone, the rest of it tucked behind his ear, longer tendrils nearly reaching his shoulder.

While you ogle at him, he busies himself with changing out the screws to your lock, replacing them with longer ones that he claimed made it harder to break in. Then he moves on to installing the deadbolt, a shiny brass finish that matched the lamps you had just recently bought. When he’s just about finished setting up the ring doorbell camera he gives you a glance, brows raised in question as he sees you sitting on the arm rest of the couch with googly eyes.

“What?” he smiles, lips pressed together sheepishly, already knowing you were going to comment on how he looks. And sure, maybe he basks in it, maybe he makes a show in raking his hair back with his brows furrowed in a way that makes your legs feel like jelly. But Jungkook just loved that dazed look in your eyes.

“You look like you came straight out of a Calvin Klein ad,” you mumble out, doing nothing to hide the way your eyes trail over his body.

Jungkook laughs, finger pressing the doorbell and seeing the way your phone lights up in his hand with a notification. Perfect. Now he could give you all of his attention.

The door closes shut now and he sets your phone down on the small entry table you have. His hands come to mess with his belt loops, looking down at himself with a small frown. “Really? Wouldn’t I have to be in my underwear with my dick half hard for that?”

You bite your lip, eyes focusing on his crotch, seeing how his tattooed hand comes down to playfully grab at it. It should be something that makes you cringe, but anything he does has you turning into a puddle, mind already spinning. “Now that you mention it, I might have to see that visual to know for sure.”

“Oh, you have that look in your eye,” he laughs, pointing a finger at you as he takes long strides to reach you, a contagious smile on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you squeal, bursting into giggles when he cups your cheeks and kisses you, carelessly pushing you back until you’re both flopping onto the couch with him on top of you. You know exactly what he’s talking about, knowing it would lead to Jungkook ravishing you on your couch once again. And he played right into it, wanting it just as bad.

Jungkook still has a stupid little smile on his face when he leaves your place two hours later, his hair an absolute mess on his head and his lips still tender from the way you had bitten them when he made you cum a second time. He giggles as he gets into his truck and remembers the way you had tucked his hair behind his ear and called him cute after he ate you out.

He was in trouble.

That post orgasmic state is strong, leaving him sitting in the driver's seat of his parked car with his music playing, smile not falling even when the music cuts off and he sees Jimin’s calling him.

“Hello,” he sings out, only catching himself after he said it and clearing his throat immediately after.

“Oh someone’s in a good mood,” Jimin laughs. “Does it have anything to do with your friend?”

“No. Shut up.”

Jimin hums. “You know I have your location on my phone right? I can literally see your ass is sitting pretty on Fig, the same place you’re at like twice a week. Is there a new gym there or something?” He’s teasing, knowing damn well that Jungkook was visiting his friend.

“You’re an ass,” he laughs. “Yeah Jimin, I gotta get my workout done. Why are you calling?” Jimin can hear the smile on Jungkook’s face, even when he tries to act annoyed.

“I’m in the mood for some pizza. Meet me at Town’s?” Jungkook hums in agreement, feeling his own stomach grumble.

“Sure, I’m not too far. Be there in 10.”

The spot is trendy, on the trendiest street, in the trendiest city, with gluten free and vegan options, and even a cute photobooth to be the cherry on top. Which leads Jungkook to be sat in his chair for approximately fifteen minutes, a pizza in front of him that Jimin made him swear he wouldn’t eat while he took pictures in that exact photobooth. But Jungkook is hungry so he picks up a slice, sprinkling parmesan and chilli flakes on it before taking a massive bite of the greasy goodness.

“I knew you couldn’t be fucking trusted,” Jimin huffs, a bunch of photostrips in his hand that he sets onto the table. Jungkook ignores his words, smiling as he brings a clean finger up to spread them out, analyzing the pics his friend had just taken. He chuckles when he sees the last strip was Jimin in the process of taking off his shirt.

Typical.

“Did you need some new instagram content to post? Is that why you dragged me here?”

Jimin fakes a laugh, scooping up his photos to shove into his back pocket before getting his own slice. “Yeah, it’s something you should get used to if you want to be someone's boyfriend.”

“Are you asking me out?” Jungkook smirks, laughing when Jimin deadpans at him.

“Okay, sure let’s play stupid.” Jimin just nods for a second as he chews, looking away from him. When he looks back at him there's a challenging look in his eyes and Jungkook doesn’t like it, it makes him want to excuse himself to the photobooth just to get away from him. But his friend speaks before he can move. “Remind me, when was the last time you actually dated someone?”

Jungkook takes a slow breath, mind sorting through all the girls he has spoken to, blowing out a raspberry as he remembers the flings that fizzled out before they could start, the only prominent one being an actual girlfriend he had years ago. That relationship had lasted approximately seven months, ending before she could even meet his parents.

“A long time ago,” he decides is a good enough answer. Jimin must agree because he nods, knowing exactly what relationship it was.

“And you’re not dating anyone right now, right?”

Jungkook freezes at the question, taking a sip of his soda as he really thinks it over. He wasn’t dating you. “No.”

Jimin mutters something under his breath that he can’t make out under how loud his thoughts are now. He tunes back in when he sees his friend give him an intent stare, mouth continuing to move in a question that gets repeated. “When was the last time you fucked someone who wasn’t your friend?”

He’s about to argue with the way he had emphasized that word, but when Jimin raises his hand up to shush him with a smile on his lips he knows it's useless. Jungkook thinks about it, truly thinks about it, finding it hard to remember the last time he had been with someone who wasn’t you. Then he remembers it, a few days after he had first met you, with some girl he couldn’t even remember the name of now. And that was it. Once he saw you again at that club and actually got your number he had stopped paying attention to the other notifications on his phone, focusing on sending you videos that would make you laugh and mentally begging you to ask him to hang out.

His face tells Jimin all he has to know, not needing an actual answer. “Do you like her?”

That question takes less time for Jungkook to know the answer to, nodding his head instantly. Yes, he likes you.

“Okay, so why are you calling her your friend, you idiot.” Jimin tosses a crumpled napkin at him, arms crossed across his chest as he leans back into his chair.

“Because,” he nearly whines. “We are friends! She said she didn’t want anything to change but that I was too tempting to just be friends with, so I opened my mouth and said we could be friends. There’s nothing wrong with this Jimin. We’re both adults, not everything has to be romance and relationships.”

He barely believes the words he was saying, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than Jimin.

“Really? This is what you want?” Jimin sighs, an almost sympathetic look on his face as he leans forward. “Jungkook, you know I never really pry into your situationships, but I think whatever you think this is has crossed into something else. If you wanna ignore it and act like all is fine then cool, I won’t bring it up again. It really is just your business. But you seem like you really like her, that's all.”

Jungkook can only sit in silence, not able to unscramble his thoughts enough to continue this conversation. He feels like a fish out of water with this situation. Put him in front of pretty girls fawning over him and he could flirt and charm his way through all of it, because it didn’t mean anything. But somehow pursuing a relationship with you—something he desperately wants to do—seems so terrifying. Sure, he was a good friend, but could Jungkook even be a good boyfriend? Did you even want him to be your boyfriend? And if Jimin and the rest of his friends could tell how much he liked you, could you?

For the next few days Jungkook has moments where he psyches himself out, convinces himself this isn’t what you could possibly want. Then he looks at your string of messages, how you send him the cute sparkly pink heart emoji when you wish him a good day, how you send him tiktoks of new places you want to try while saying the two of you should go, and he’s back on his train of delusion where he thinks a relationship with him is exactly what you want.

“Do you need help picking?” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, his mind focusing back in and realizing he was standing insanely close to the hummus and dips selection at Trader Joe’s. His eyes go wide as he inches back a little, laughing slightly under his breath before turning to look at you.

“Sorry, it’s a pretty tough choice.”

You laugh as you stand right next to him, your own basket of groceries in your hand. It was mainly snacks, things for you to munch on before heading to his place. He had said you needed a change of scenery, claiming your couch was going to have a permanent imprint of his butt from how often he was over. Jungkook had seemed a little shy as he suggested you come over to his for once, wanting to welcome you into his space, suggesting a movie marathon. In theory, he didn’t care what you did at his place, just wanting an excuse to invite you over.

It made you feel giddy when he asked you, butterflies in your tummy as you think of entering his apartment, knowing how special someone’s home was. Your heart was still skipping in your chest inside the Trader Joe’s, your palm a little clammy as you tighten your grip on your basket, taking a breath before you reach forward to grab the roasted garlic hummus before dropping it into your basket. “This one’s my favorite.”

“Well if it's your favorite then I guess it’s my new favorite too.” He smiles down at you, grabbing your basket from your hands and gently nudging your shoulder. He turns around, heading directly towards the cashiers and giggling when you try to catch up to his long strides, slightly stumbling in your haste.

“Still have your bambi legs huh?” You laugh at this, gently smacking his arm. Before you can respond the cashier’s energetic voice greets you both, immediately diving into some story about why this dip was also his favorite.

Once you’re back in his car you feel the small tingles of nerves in the pit of your stomach, it travels up your spine and spreads as you enter his building. Jungkook leads the way out of the elevator, coming to a stop at the end of the hallway and turning to stare at you with a smile.

“So I have a dog. He’s super friendly but he might jump on you, just sit down before hand so he doesn’t knock you over okay?” You give him a nod, a smile spreading on your face, excited at the thought of meeting his dog. With your confirmation he’s entering his door code, his voice instructing his dog to stay before he’s walking through the door and waving you in.

When you step into his place you spot his dog instantly, a big mass of brown fur wriggling around on his bed by the window. He looks like he can barely contain his excitement, especially once Jungkook sets the bags down and approaches him, scratching behind his floppy ears and praising him in a baby voice that has you giggling.

“Be a good boy Bam,” he whispers to him, kissing his forehead. “Say hi to Y/N.” His ears perk up, eyes locked onto you when Jungkook steps back with a giddy smile. You circle around Jungkook’s tan leather couch, sitting on the end of it, softly patting your thighs. That seems to be the only thing Bam needs, springing off his bed and reaching you in less than a second.

“Oh my god,” you laugh as he jumps on you, the weight of him pushing you back onto the couch fully, feeling the way Bam licks your face. He only calms down once your hands pet his face, allowing you to sit back up as he settles on your lap comfortably. “He’s a baby huh?”

Jungkook has this proud look on his face, crouching down to be at his level, scratching his head. “Oh he’s a huge baby. He knows some tricks though, wanna see?” He stands up when you nod, calling Bam off of you, motioning for him to sit.

“Bam, paw.” Bam tilts his head slightly before lifting his paw up to shake Jungkook’s hand. “Good boy! Okay, spin. Down, good! Roll over.” He looks up at you, wanting to make sure he still has your full attention before the final trick. “Okay Bam, bam!” He has finger guns up as he says that, his dog flopping over onto the ground and staying there until Jungkook praises him with love and belly rubs.

“Oh he’s so smart!”

He agrees before he disappears for a moment to grab treats for him, giving you a chance to take his place in. His apartment was extremely well put together, mid century modern being the clear decor style he opted for. Everything looked well thought out, the woods of each piece of furniture matching, earthy tones blending perfectly with each other with a few pops of color coming from the framed prints he had hanging around.

As you get up, approaching one of the double ladder shelves on either side of his television you see more glimpses of his personality on display. There’s framed photos of him and his family, him and his friends, and a signed ticket stub to a Linkin Park concert that was dated 2014. A few books are stacked on the middle shelf, none of which you recognize, but they’re clearly loved judging by the wrinkles in the pages.

“Are you snooping?” he whispers into your ear, making you jump at his sudden proximity.

“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m trying to find any secrets you have laying around.”

He hums in thought, his arms slowly sliding around your waist, bringing your back into his chest. “All of my secrets are hidden in my underwear drawer. Aren’t yours?”

He can feel your laughter against his chest, a smile spreading on his lips while he rests his chin on your head. “No, definitely not. Now I need to know what you’re hiding in them.” His arms tighten around you when you try to move towards his bedroom door, laughing when you struggle against him for a second before allowing him to scoop you back. “Oh, it must be something juicy then, huh?”

“Maybe,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You can find out later.”

You settle into his grasp, your arms gently resting on his own, just enjoying the feeling of being held like this. It felt like second nature for Jungkook to hold you, always wanting to keep his hands on you, needing to feel you close. It makes your heart flutter in your chest again, betraying you as you try to shake the feeling, ignoring the insistent voice in your head that asks you the same question you fear the answer to.

You are just friends.

Jungkook swears he had no ulterior motive to inviting you over, genuinely excited to waste the night away just watching movies and snacking because he would be doing it with you. He didn’t think twice when he offered you one of his baggy shirts to change into, not minding that you decided to keep your pants off because he had seen you wearing that exact outfit so many times now. Even when he suggested watching them in his bedroom, knowing it would be infinitely more comfortable than his couch, he was just thinking

wholesome thoughts.

But somewhere in between the second movie you had inched closer to him, his hand slowly sliding up until his fingers met your exposed thighs. And he really couldn’t resist.

You’re just supposed to be having a movie marathon, sweet and wholesome, eagerly enjoying the garlic hummus you had picked earlier, but somehow Jungkook’s lips seem more appetizing. And now he’s thankful he had picked his bedroom for this, sending Bam to sleep in his crate in the living room, able to solely focus on you and the pretty sounds you make as he cages you in.

“We’re supposed to be watching the movie,” you have the gall to mumble against his lips, feeling him smile against you.

“Wow, you’re thinking about the movie at a time like this?” His head tilts slightly, staring down at you with playful eyes, a cocky little smile on his lips as his hand slips down your stomach. You hold your breath when you feel his touch, tickling your skin as he makes a path to your underwear, playing with the waistband before slowly slipping past it. When you gasp as his fingers reach your clit he seems satisfied, grateful that your attention was back on him. “That’s better,” he coos, reattaching your lips.

Your hands tangle into his hair, groaning into his mouth when his fingers gently circle around your clit. Jungkook moans when he feels the wetness already slicked on your folds, enjoying knowing that just kissing him could get you this riled up. His fingers tease you, lightly trailing up your folds before going back down to trace around your entrance, coming back up to put the lightest pressure to your clit. It has you rutting your hips up, needing to actually feel him, and Jungkook chuckles against you.

“Always so mean,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut again when he licks his way back into your mouth. It makes your tummy flip, his tongue tangling with yours, lightly trailing along the roof of your mouth. He finally appeases you, applying the pressure he knows you like, middle and ring finger rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“No, never,” Jungkook mumbles, gently biting on your lower lip, hearing the sharp gasp you release as he pulls it back, letting it snap against your teeth before kissing you again. “I’ll always give you what you want, don’t worry.”

Your legs spread further apart, feeling the tug of your waistband as he angles his hand differently, middle finger circling your entrance before slowly slipping through. Jungkook hums against your lips at how easily your walls let him in, his long finger curling up inside you, slowly sliding in a second finger. The slight stretch has you mewling, gently yanking at his hair when he starts to thrust them into you, scissoring them apart to open you up.

“O-oh,” you gasp, pulling away from his mouth with a wet smack, moaning out when the tips of his fingers rub along the sensitive patch inside you. Jungkook smiles, kissing along your jaw before trailing them down your neck, fingers continuing their pace as he gently bites your skin. He can feel the moan you let out vibrating against his mouth, the satisfaction filling him up with each broken cry of his name.

“Feel good?” he asks, voice teasing. He’s pressed against your thigh, allowing you to feel just how affected he was by this too, the slowly growing bulge easily felt through his sweatpants.

“Yeah, keep going,” you breathe out, voice a little higher than he’s used to, hips slowly rolling up to work in tandem with his fingers. His thumb presses directly onto your clit, the sensation making your chest hiccup as you gasp. Your eyes flutter shut as the familiar warmth takes over you, the slow tide of pleasure making itself known, leaving you feeling desperate for release.

Jungkook knows you’re close, can feel your walls pulsing around his fingers, recognizes the way your body starts to tense up, feet gently nudging against his as they glide along the bed.

“Wanna feel you cum baby,” he rasps, lifting his head up from the purple splotches on your neck, eyes looking dazed as he stares down at you. He bites down on his bottom lip, not able to control the way he ruts against you, softly moaning. He kisses you, soft and slow, making you melt against the sheets, trying to hold on to the reigns of your mind. “Please, need you to be nice and messy so I can fuck you the way you like.”

His words make your core tighten, hips rolling fluidly against him, fingers lightly scratching along his scalp before you were yanking it with a force that had his eyes rolling back. “Ah, close. I’m close Jungkook,” you whimper out, lips jutting out into the cutest pout, brows pinched together until suddenly you’re gasping.

Jungkook’s lips curl up into a smirk when you finally cum, eyes sparkling in amazement at the way you moan, walls clamping around his fingers as you gush out. His own hips continue to rut against you, his cock throbbing in his sweats at the small bit of friction he feels, knowing there’ll be a wet spot of precum on the fabric.

“Oh my god,” you mewl out, sparks of pleasure bursting as he continues to rub along your clit, enjoying the way your body trembles, still seeking more. Your mind is in a daze, slowly coming back to realize you feel Jungkook humping your thigh, only slowing down when your fingers release his hair and trail down his body to yank at his sweats.

Jungkook looks a little out of it too, eyes blown out as he pulls his sticky hand out of your underwear, not seeming to understand what you’re doing until you’re guiding him between your thighs. His grey sweats get yanked down, revealing his dark briefs and the growing bulge hidden beneath them. It’s not until you hook your foot around his hips and pull him closer that he moans.

Jungkook's hands come down to rest beside you, holding his weight up, feeling just how wet you were through your underwear as he slowly ruts forward a few times. He nearly cums from that alone, needing to pull away and stall his hips to clear his mind before busting his load in his briefs.

“Someone’s eager,” you tease, giggling as you circle a lock of his hair around your finger. He playfully scowls at you as he inches closer, gently nipping the tip of your nose and smiling when you laugh.

“I am, you get me too excited. I can’t help it.” He rolls his hips into you again, groaning under his breath. “Let me feel you please?” His voice is just shy of a whine, not caring how desperate he sounds at wanting to properly feel you.

You laugh and he swears it's his favorite sound, especially when it's tied in with the sweet smile you give him before you nod. “Yeah, I wanna feel you too.” Your hands drop to the hem of your shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside before laying back, biting your lip when you see the way he fully takes you in, a deep groan leaving him at the sight of your tits.

Jungkook sighs as he leans down, placing soft kisses on your chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath before he wraps his mouth around your nipple, gently biting until you’re keening and arching your back. His palm cups your other breast, fingers pinching your nipple as he moans into your chest, gently tugging it just to hear you whine.

“I said I want to feel you Jungkook, don’t tease me again.” He hums against your nipple, flicking his tongue over it and pulling back with a wet pop, a smile on his lips as he admires the pebbled bud coated in his saliva. One quick glance at you makes his smile widen, seeing the frustration growing on your features. You were never keen on his teasing antics so he relents with a final wet smooch to your skin, leaning back to yank off his own shirt to join the growing pile of clothes.

“And you called me eager.” He tsks playfully, eyes locked onto yours as he pulls his sweats down fully, yanking them off his legs before his briefs follow. His ego inflates once more when you let out a shuddering breath at the sight of his cock, bobbing in the air, tip an angry shade of red with pearls of precum slowly dripping out of it. It looked just as enticing as always, almost calling you to wrap your lips around it, wanting to taste him on your tongue. But his voice snaps you out if it. “Are you sure you’re not the eager one?”

You bite your lip at his question, looking up at him with eyes swirling with lust. “If I say I am will you fuck me?”

Jungkook was going to fuck you regardless but he really wanted to hear you voice out just how much you wanted him, needed to hear it to further convince himself that if you wanted him like this then maybe you wanted him in a deeper sense. So he nods.

He watches with bated breath as your fingers hook into your ruined underwear, lifting your hips up to slowly slide them off. When they get to your knees you sit yourself up, sliding them off fully, maintaining eye contact as you let them fall to the side. With a smile as sweet as honey, your hand reaches forward to wrap around his cock, hearing him hiss at your touch. You start a gentle tug, thumb swiping along his tip, spreading the beads of precum around the head of his cock.

“Why wouldn’t I be eager to fuck you? You think I wouldn’t think about a dick like this all the time? Like I don’t day dream about you between my thighs every single day?”

“Do you really?” he breathes out, jaw dropping open as he huffs when you squeeze your palm ever so slightly. His stomach tightens, abs flexing, drawing your attention to your favorite tattoos of his. Your head tilts slightly as you stare at the doberman heads, remembering all the times you’ve licked them before sinking down onto his length. Your free hand comes up to rest on his abs, fingernails gently tracing along the dark lines, making him shiver as those same memories flash through his mind as well.

“I do,” you confirm, leaning your head closer to let a glob of spit drip out of your mouth, landing right on the head of his cock to help your movements. It’s a torturous glide of your palm, intent to make him lose his mind, teasingly pressing your thumb to the sensitive spot underneath the tip, enjoying the way he gasps. “I touch myself when I think about you sometimes.”

Jungkook curses under his breath at the confession, not a single teasing thought crossing his mind because he did the exact same.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” he groans out, hips rutting up into your palm. His hand rests on your shoulder, slowly leaning you to lay on your back once more, not caring that you release his cock. It only takes him a moment to settle back between your thighs properly, his length resting on your messy folds, slotting between them until the head of his cock teases your swollen clit.

He knew you had told him to stop, but Jungkook enjoyed this too much. He groans under his breath as he rocks forward, feeling your slick coating his length, getting it nice and ready for you. Your breath hitches in your throat when he lets spit gather behind his lips before letting it dribble out of his mouth, landing on your sodden folds to make a bigger mess. Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he watches the way his spit mixes in with the remnants of your orgasm, his hand coming down to part your folds and allow it to drip down your slit, smirking when you clench around nothing.

“Will you let me see that one day?”

“Mhm,” you hum out, skin warm at the thought of him watching you, already falling apart at the way he plays with you. “Whenever you want.”

Jungkook already feels the excitement for when that day comes, but for now he just guides the head of his cock to your entrance and decides this is all he needs. His eyes are locked onto the way your walls welcome him in, his tip slowly sinking into you, feeling the warmth wrapping around him with each inch. The sharp gasp you release makes his skin tingle, blood pumping through his veins in a rush that leaves him light headed when he finally bottoms out.

His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your walls seem to pulse around him, making him want to stay buried inside you, perfectly content with the warmth surrounding him, but then you mewl out his name. Jungkook opens his eyes slowly, taking a good look at the way you’re sprawled out beneath him, legs spreading wide to accommodate him, small hands gripping onto his wrists.

“Jungkook, I need you to move. Please.” The way you say it is breathless, a desperate whisper that he thankfully listens to, nodding his head before pulling back an inch and thrusting forward. The slight burning stretch of taking him had yet to lessen despite the amount of times you’ve been in this position, but it fills you with a small thrill, exhilarated at just how full he had you feeling. It only takes a few thrusts for your walls to accommodate his size, allowing him to make a home between them once more.

“Fuck baby,” he rasps, tongue swiping at his lip piercing as he stares down at where you connect. You never failed to make an absolute mess of his cock, leaving it shiny in the light of his room, allowing him to glide into you with ease. “I think your pussy loves me.”

He smiles when his words make you clench around him, a groan catching in his throat, looking back at you when you giggle. Your eyes look dazed, just the way he likes it, lips shiny with your spit as you smile at him before they drop into a moan when he hitches up your hips and reaches deeper inside you.

“It does,” you gasp out, feet planting onto the bed to hold you steady, hearing the sharp smacks of your skin connecting with each rough thrust. “It was made just for you.”

“Hmm, that makes me feel special.” Jungkook tries not to let that get to him, clearing his thoughts to focus solely on you and the way you whimper for him to go faster. He could never deny you, speeding up his hips until you’re squealing beneath him, your hands releasing his wrists to grip onto the sheet below you. You yank on them like you do with his hair, tits bouncing with each thrust, leaving him practically drooling as he watches them jiggle.

“Jungk—ah, c-come here,” you gasp, releasing the sheets to make grabby hands at him. “Need to feel you, want you closer.” He’s nodding instantly, slowly dropping down your hips before leaning over you properly, elbows resting on either side of you to allow him to get as close as you wanted. This distance seems to satisfy you, wrapping your arms around him, chest pressed up against his as he fucks into you.

This was new. Jungkook was used to fucking you bent over whatever furniture was around, or pressed against a wall. The closest you had ever been similar to this was you riding him, but with him caging over you now, something about it made it seem different.

Your eyes are locked onto his face, able to trace each of his beauty marks, seeing the small scar lining his cheek, the way his lashes flutter in pleasure when you tighten around him, how his eyebrow piercing glimmers when he furrows them in concentration.

It makes you both slow down, fully taking in the moment, the warmth spreading from your belly as he fucks you hard and slow. You could feel every inch of him, the tip of his cock angling just right to leave you gasping, more arousal gushing out of you.

Your hands grip his back when he snaps his hips harder against you, nails digging into his skin, making him hiss under his breath at the pleasurable sting. Jungkook is mesmerized at the sight of you, staring down at you with his eyes sparkling as he takes you in. His gaze makes your skin warm up, heart racing, wondering just what he was thinking, a confusing feeling bubbling up inside of you. You can’t let yourself get lost in his eyes, immediately reattaching your lips to his, too scared of the intensity.

For some reason out of all the times you’ve slept together, this time feels more intimate, not driven by pure lust and need. A small part of you seems to prefer it, enjoying the shared gasps and moans you release into each other's mouths, wet smacks of your lips blending in with the rock of his hips, savoring the feeling.

“Feel good?” he whispers against your lips, always wanting to make sure you were enjoying it, pecking them once more before leaning back just an inch. One of your hands comes up to rake back his hair, his bangs fluttering back down when you cup his jaw, leaning up to pepper kisses along his skin, hearing the shuddering breath he releases.

“So good. You always make me feel good.” His chest fills with pride at that, cock throbbing inside of you at the small praise. When you trail down to his neck he nearly whimpers, feeling your hot breath hit his skin before you gently suck, needing to mark him up like he had done to you.

“Can I?” he wonders, voice soft, pulling your attention as you stare back at him in question. It’s not until he leans back a bit more, one hand sliding up your thigh before scooping underneath it to gently push it up towards your chest that you know what he’s asking you. With a quick nod he’s pushing your thigh closer to your chest, opening you up to take him deeper, something you feel instantly.

Jungkook curses at how tight you get with the new position, walls clamping around him deliciously, making him still his hips for a moment. Your toes curl when he finally resumes his movements, the glide of his cock making your back arch, hand coming up to cup his jaw once again.

“Oh fuck,” you moan. Jungkook smirks at your expression, still leaning over you, able to feel each stuttering breath you let out. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you once more, softly caressing his face, thumb swiping at his lower lip, skin left tingling when he sweetly kisses your digit and gives you that charming smile that makes you weak.

“You feel so wet, so warm. And it’s all for me, right baby?” he murmurs, leaning into your touch as his hips regain their momentum from before. Each thrust has his balls smacking against you, the sound filling the room, bed frame rattling against his wall so loudly he knows his neighbors will surely complain but he doesn’t care about that now.

“All for you. Just you,” you cry out, brows pinching together when he wraps his lips around your thumb and sucks, swirling his tongue around the tip before gently biting down. Your hips rut up against his as best as you can, ignoring the slight burn of your muscles from the position he has your leg in, too focused on the sparks of pleasure that slowly catch until your whole body is lit up.

“Just for me,” he repeats under his breath, shuddering at the way your walls start to pulse, sucking him back in each time he pulls out, encouraging him to speed up, to give you what you need.

“Fuck,” you whine, face screwed up in pleasure, not knowing what to do with yourself as it starts to flood your mind. “Wanna cum Jungkook.”

“I know baby, you’re close hm?” He leans closer to kiss you, tongue licking the seam of your lips before slipping inside to teasingly flick against your own. You groan into his mouth and it goes straight to his cock, speeding up his hips to help you seek out your release. He knows you’re close, can feel the way you flex the thigh in his grasp, body tensing up as your orgasm creeps up on you.

It’s a slow buildup at first, gently washing over your body, allowing you to kiss him back just as eagerly, hooking your arm around his neck to keep him close. All it takes is a final precise roll of his hips to send you over the edge, your climax crashing over you, making you pull away from him with a lewd gasp. Jungkook groans unabashedly as you gush around him, walls milking his cock, tightening perfectly around him.

“Oh fuck,” you choke out when he gently drops your leg, body buzzing at the feeling, hazy eyes staring up at him to see the look of ecstasy on his face. Jungkook was undoubtedly the most handsome man you’ve met, and staring at him in the throes of pleasure was a sight you would not take for granted. The cutest pout is on his swollen lips, hips shallowly rutting into your sensitive core, feeling too good to pull out. You can see the inner battle he has, not yet having cum inside you, always pulling out to finish on your body. But for some reason you want this, so you hook your legs around him, keeping him exactly where he was.

“Fuck, w-where do you want me to cum?” he barely gets out, eyes nearly rolling back when your feet urge his hips closer to you, pulsing around his length.

“Inside me,” you whisper out, biting your lip when his eyes widen, needing to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming. When he simply blinks down at you, you giggle, rolling your hips up to meet his. “Cum inside me. Wanna finally feel you.” Still, he says nothing, wide doe eyes just staring at you so intensely it makes you nervous. “Only if you want to.”

That seems to snap him out of it, blinking away his thoughts as he nods his head eagerly. “Of course I want to, fuck.” His arm scoops underneath your head, burying his face into the crook of your neck, kissing along your warm skin as his hips lose their rhythm.

The air feels stuffy now, the heat of his body making sweat prickle your skin, but you welcome it, wrapping your arms around him, gently raking your nails along his back until he’s shivering and moaning out your name. His breath hits your skin, making goosebumps break out, core still pulsing around his aching cock.

“Mm, wanna feel you baby.” you whisper, feeling him weakly nod against you, hips rutting into you with less grace, fueled on desperation. He can smell your fruity shampoo and the sweet perfume you must have sprayed earlier, and it overwhelms his senses, fully surrounded in you.

“Oh shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he chokes out, finally lifting his head to stare at you, noses nudging together. His eyes are hooded, mouth parted open to let out another desperate moan.

“Fill me up Jungkook, cum for me.” Your soft voice is what finally sends him over the edge, his orgasm cresting, hips surging forward to bury himself as deeply as he could before warm spurts of his cum paint your walls. His eyes squeeze shut, mind blanking momentarily, entire body sparking with pleasure as he shallowly thrusts into you to milk his orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whines into your neck, shuddering at the oversensitivity, not able to stop rutting into you. Your core pulses at how needy he sounds, only making him moan again, finally coming to a still, already knowing there would be a mess on his sheets. His eyes finally blink open, vision slightly spotty but he smiles, peppering kisses up your neck and jaw before connecting your lips once more.

It’s tender and sweet, lips slowly moving together, his hand cupping your face, thumb gently rubbing along your cheek. Your hands glide up his back until you’re running your fingers through his messy hair, making him moan softly into your mouth before pulling away with a wet smack.

“I don’t wanna get up,” he grunts, letting his body weight fully rest on you as he buries his face in your neck once more, wrapping both arms under you and squeezing. It makes you laugh, the sound only having him smile wider.

“Me either,” you sigh, shivering slightly when he nuzzles his head into you, his curls tickling your skin.

“Are you sleepy?” he mumbles, cheek pressed into your shoulder.

“A little.”

When he pulls away you almost regret answering his question, pouting instantly when he sits himself up and finally pulls out of you. The two of you groan at the feeling, Jungkook focused on the way globs of his cum pool out of you, only further ruining his sheets. He wants to scoop it up, stuff it back into you to claim you further, but he can see how sensitive you are when he gently trails his finger along your folds so he stops, deciding to bend forward to press a soft kiss to your hips.

“Be right back,” he announces, stepping off the bed and stretching slightly. You can only nod as you stare at him in that same daze, eyes raking over the muscles on his body and the way the tattoos seem to move as he stretches out. And when he turns around to walk to the bathroom, your eyes zero in on his toned ass, smiling at how cute it looks compared to the rest of him.

When he finally returns he takes his time cleaning up the mess between your legs, kissing your skin as he does so, even changing the sheets and handing you more of his clothing for you to change into as he gets dressed too. It doesn’t take long for you to be snuggled up by his side once more, your arm draped across his naked chest, thigh hooked up around his waist as he holds you close.

You’re focusing on the sound of his breathing, a soft smile on your lips as his fingers trail up and down your back. “So,” he clears his throat, “have you experienced any leaks lately?”

Your brows furrow as you think about what he could possibly mean by that, until finally it clicks, a gasp escaping you as you look up at him. “That was you?”

He has the nerve to act scandalized at the accusation, but he's smiling too wide to be believable.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You laugh loudly, remembering how you had discovered the leak a day after you first slept with him, choosing to put a small container underneath it to collect the drips instead of calling him to help. You had been dumping it out twice a day only to find out he was the cause of it.

“Jungkook, what if it would’ve flooded my apartment?” You laugh, squealing when he wraps his arms around you tighter and pulls you in, trying to slap his hand over your mouth to shush you.

“Please, I’m a professional, I would never do that!” He’s giddy as you laugh against his palm, feeling you squirm around until you’re settling on top of him, pressed chest to chest. “Plus, you were supposed to call me to come fix it. Why didn’t you?”

“Because,” you start, fingers gently trailing along his skin, following the dark lines of the tattoos. “I didn’t want you thinking I only called you when I needed you to fix something.”

He smiles widely at that, his heart clenching in his chest as he stares at you. Here you were thinking he’d assume you were only messaging him for favors when he was pulling his hair out wondering why you hadn’t asked him to come fix it.

“You’re silly. I’d never think that. I promise I’ll fix it tomorrow okay? I’m too comfy right now so I’m holding you hostage until then.” He pulls you in tighter, arms wrapped around you as he rolls you over back on your side, his body heat warming you up as you hum in content, totally okay with spending the night in his arms like this.

The first thing you notice the next morning is the lack of warmth surrounding you, the next is the empty space beside you when you blink your eyes open and try to reach for where you think Jungkook should be. But he’s not there, instead a pillow is wedged by your side, something he had snuck in when he left to not stir you in your sleep.

For a second you forget where you are, not accustomed to being in his space so it takes you a moment to blink the confusion away as you look around. The clanking of pots has your head turning to the door, seeing it slightly cracked open, your ears finally tuning in to hear the soft mumbling of Jungkook. A smile spreads on your lips as you finally get out of bed, stretching the soreness out of your muscles before you’re opening the door.

Instantly, Bam runs to your side, ears flopping as he hops around, face nudging your hands to be pet and prancing away when he gets what he wants, eager to rejoin his owner's side. You follow behind him, spotting Jungkook standing in front of the stove, a cute little apron tied around his body to protect his chest from the oil splatters.

You quietly approach him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before mumbling out a good morning, giggling when he jumps at the sudden sound. He turns his head towards you, eyes wide when he sees you by his side, but he recovers quickly, puckering his lips for a proper kiss.

“Good morning, I’m almost done. Do you wanna make some coffee?” He always looks so soft in the mornings, eyes still a little groggy with sleep, cheeks slightly puffy as he smiles. It takes you a moment to answer, too lost in your admiration, but he’s patient, allowing your eyes to trace his features. When you reach his lips you can’t resist kissing him once more, nodding in confirmation before stepping aside to do exactly that.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to finish up his cooking, plating up the veggie and cheese omelettes with the hashbrowns and joining you at his dining table, placing your plate in front of you with a proud smile.

“This looks yummy, thank you!” You beam at him as you grab your fork and cut off a piece of the omelette, humming in content as you chew it.

“You’re welcome. You should feel special, I rarely ever cook breakfast, even for myself.” He laughs as he takes a sip of the coffee you made, smiling at the perfect amount of sugar and creamer you added to it.

“Oh really? So you don’t make yummy breakfast for all your friends?” There’s a playfulness to your tone, pointing your fork at him as you squint your eyes. Jungkook can only chuckle under his breath, not knowing how to tell you that his actual friends never spent the night and previous flings he had very rarely stepped into his home in general.

He rolls his lips together in thought, his brain telling him he needed to say something now, knowing he’d regret simply playing along because he couldn’t take this weird grey area anymore.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that.” His voice is soft, eyes looking down at his food as he picks at it to distract himself. It makes your brows lift, wondering just what he was about to say.

“Talk about what?”

“About us being friends.”

Your chest tightens now, eyes wide as your mind whirls. Was he about to suggest you no longer do this, softening the blow by cooking you breakfast before cutting things off entirely? Maybe you had read all of this wrong, letting yourself get absorbed in the fun aspects of this friendship, thinking and sometimes hoping it could mean something more when it truly was just casual fun for him.

With a small inhale, you’re shaking the thoughts from your head, meeting his gaze as he looks back up at you. He can see the worry coloring your features, despite how well you try to hide it, and he sits up straighter.

“It’s nothing bad—well, I guess it depends actually,” he mutters under his breath, groaning at himself when he sees your confusion deepen. “I just…I like this. I like being friends with you, actual friends with you. I like texting you and hearing about your day, I like checking out new places with you and just hanging out with you. And I like being friends with you too. You make me feel different, in a good way!” he adds, noticing the way your features have softened slightly as he talks.

“I like kissing you, and holding your hand, and making you breakfast in the morning. And every day we spend together just makes me want more, makes me realize that being friends like this isn’t enough for me anymore.” He looks so nervous now, hands wiping along his sweatpants to get rid of the clammy feeling. “I just wanted to know if you feel the same way.”

“You want more, as in actually dating?” you question, desperately needing to make sure you weren’t understanding him wrong. Your earlier worries vanish from your mind, making you want to laugh as you realize the both of you were struggling with the same thoughts this entire time.

You hadn’t wanted a relationship when you first met him, too scared to dive into something when your main focus was settling into a new city. But Jungkook was able to slot his way into your life seamlessly, helping you adjust to a new place with such ease that you knew wouldn’t have happened as quickly without him. All of the time you spent together blurred the line of friendship so much, remembering the way Seulgi had told you that your hangouts of grabbing dinner had been dates, the only thing missing was the title.

“Yes,” he breathes out, holding your stare with what he hopes is a confident gaze. “I want to introduce you to my friends as my actual girlfriend so they can stop roasting me for calling you my friend.”

You finally laugh at that, heart swelling when you realize that meant he brought you up to his friends enough for them to tease him about you. Your hand reaches forward to grasp his on the dining table, and he relaxes fully at your touch, flipping his hand over to grip your fingers.

Jungkook wants you to say yes so badly. It had been a while since he actually dated someone but he knows he wants to at least try with you, knowing his heart would never forgive him if he didn’t.

“You want to be my boyfriend?” you sing out, smile wide and giddy, stomach filling with butterflies, fluttering wildly when he nods his head.

“I do, please let me be your boyfriend.” That only makes you swoon further, squeezing his hand before you’re leaning out of your seat towards him, lips puckered out for a kiss that he so generously gives you. It makes the nervous calm down inside of him, enjoying the way your lips feel until you’re pulling away, lips ghosting along his.

“I’d like that, a lot,” you mumble, pecking him once more and feeling him smile. “I feel the exact same way too by the way and I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh thank god,” he groans, hand coming up to roughly squeeze your cheeks, snickering when it makes your lips jut out, planting a firm kiss onto them again before releasing his hold on you. “If you said no you’d have to find a new handyman.”

“Jungkook!” you laugh, hearing him snicker when you sit back in your chair to finish the breakfast he had made. “I would have dropped your rating even more if you did that, especially after purposely sabotaging my bathroom pipes.”

His jaw drops, eyes narrowing at you as his tongue prods along his cheek. “My rating literally just went up. Are you threatening me?”

“Hm?” you hum, taking another sip of the coffee to hide your smile. “I would never threaten my boyfriend.”

His heart flutters at that, a stupid giddy smile on his lips, and he already knows his friends are gonna roast him for how smitten he is when he finally tells them. But he’ll take it, enjoying the way that sounds coming from your mouth. So much so it has him standing up, approaching you and seeing the same smile on your lips as he stands in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks to get you to look up at him as he leans down.

“Say that again,” he whispers, eyes sparkling with delight as he inches closer, feeling your cheeks bulge out as you smile even wider.

“My boyfriend,” you mumble, placing your palms over his own, feeling him nudge your noses together.

“Yours.” He whispers it out before connecting your lips once more, repeating the phrase between each kiss until you’re laughing.

You two definitely couldn’t be friends. Jungkook knew from the get go that you were destined to fail at that, but if failing led to this outcome then maybe he didn’t mind it for once, because he was yours and you were his. Now all he had to do was properly fix your sink, thankful that it had done its job.

#jungkook smut #new

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galaxysgal · 5 months

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𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just lip being a cute bf + debbie and ian being little shits

warnings: lowercase on purpose. poorly written tbh. swearing but y’all know how it is. heavily unedited. gen said yolo so i’m posting

A/N: i’ve been on hiatus for god knows how long but my roommate and i started watching shameless and i can’t get this mfer out of my head. things w school and life are hard rn so i just wrote this comfy cozy little thing in my notes app. yolo asf.

wordcount: probably like 500 or less idk i wrote it in my notes app at 1am

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you’re nestled in lip’s arms, high up on his rickety top bunk. somewhere between finishing your nails and kissing until you could barely breathe, you had fallen asleep right against his chest.

you stirred now, your cozy world interrupted a squeaky little voice. “are you in love with her?” debbie questions.

lip shushes his sister, “be quiet, she’s sleeping.”

you were wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move and make that little fact known. plus, you wanted to hear his answer.

“i asked you a question dummy. are you in love with her?”

lip stutters, “i-i dunno. i really like her, okay?”

you’re satisfied with that answer. “in love” was a little too much too quick. but “really like” was something that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“what d’ya like about her?” ian presses.

you can practically hear the gears turning in lip’s head as his siblings impatiently await a response.

“she’s- i dunno, she’s pretty?” lip replies. you hold back a scowl, annoyed at him for not having a better answer.

“yeah, great rack,” debbie comments.

“jesus, deb!” lip’s head falls back in frustration, one hand coming to cradle your head as not to wake you with the sudden motion.

“cut the shit lip,” ian interrupts. “tell us what you really think.”

you hold your breath as you wait for his response. his lips brush your hairline before he sighs. “she’s sweet, yeah? real kind.”

“a real woman of the people,” ian snorts, “princess diana type.” then “ow!” as you hear debbie shove him.

“and- and she’s real smart, too,” lip continues. “really, really fuckin’ smart. an’ she works hard. she just tires herself out sometimes.”

he strokes your hair gently, pressing a few more fleeting kisses to your forehead.

“you’re so whipped.”

you hear debbie shove her brother again, and this time ian fights back, the two making a ruckus as they push each other back and forth.

“come on guys, out. now.” lip orders his siblings around with that same stern voice you’ve heard plenty of times before.

debbie pouts. “but-“

“no buts. go on, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in here an’ you’re gonna wake her up. fuck off.”

“we were just-“

“fuck. off.”

“jesus,” you can practically hear ian roll his eyes. “alright, alright. we’re going.”

debbie yells for fiona as the two shuffle out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind them.

you smirk to yourself as lip groans above you, showing your cards. “you’re awake?”

you peer up at him through your lashes, a smirk planted on your lips that he’s just dying to kiss off. “can’t believe your little sister said i have a great rack,” you whisper.

lip laughs, loud and genuine. “yeah, she’s been stuffing fi’s old training bras. growin’ up an’ shit. i don’t like it.”

you’re quiet for a moment, admiring him. you know how important those kids are to him. he’d do just about anything for them, including the minor crimes you find him tangled up in on a weekly basis. he loves them like they’re his own kids, which honestly they kind of are. they may shove each other around, curse each other out, yell and scream at the top of their lungs, but at the end of the day lip has been more of a father to his siblings than frank ever was.

“you really meant all that?” you ask.

lip looks down at you, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. “yeah. yeah, i did. meant every word.”

you smile, leaning up to place a solid kiss on his lips. “for what it’s worth,” you murmur, “i really like you too.”

#shameless #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x y/n #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher #shameless fanfiction #idek how to tag anymore i’ve lost my tumblr interface memory and abilities #sos.#mags writes

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ellecdc · 1 month

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poly!moonwater x mute!reader? Maybe them learning sign or comforting reader when someone makes fun or says something rude to them.

🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute omg. thanks for your request!! 🤟🤟🤟

poly!moonwater x mute!reader (gn)

You kept your face pointed downwards at your textbook and ignored the two shadows seating themselves across the table from you, hoping that if you minded your business, they would too.

People weren’t always very understanding of your condition, and those who pretended they were usually just asked a lot of very imposing questions; if you could hear, why couldn’t you talk? Were you ignoring them? Were you faking it? What was your deal? And contrary to popular opinion, speaking louder and repeating themselves didn’t change the fact that you still couldn’t speak to them.

“Y/N, right?” You heard a voice come from in front of you. You grimaced slightly but tried to rearrange your face before looking up.

Sitting across from you was Regulus Black and Remus Lupin; the latter having been the one to speak to you.

You nodded yes to his question, which earned you a beaming smile from the scarred boy.

“I’m Remus, and this is Regulus.” He said, motioning towards the younger boy with his head. You offered the best smile you could muster and nodded hello to the two of them.

“What subject are you working on?” Regulus asked, attempting to peek at your notebook. You pulled the textbook from under your elbow and showed them the front cover.

“Herbology.” Remus narrated. “I’ve always been pants at that, honestly.”

You smiled gratefully at the two; most people don’t put much effort into trying to converse with you once they realize it requires a touch more effort on their end.

“What’s your favourite class?” Regulus asked then, causing your stomach to drop.

They had to know, right? They couldn’t not know. Did they think you would finally talk if only you wanted to badly enough? Or was this a prank? You didn’t think pranks were the younger Black’s thing, but you knew Lupin hung around with a folly crowd.

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there spiralling when you felt a gentle nudge to your wrist. You looked to see a piece of parchment and a quill being pushed towards you by Remus.

You looked to him then, trying to see if you could spot any malevolence in his expression.

You couldn’t.

You cautiously took the quill and parchment and scrawled out your answer quickly. Passing it back and trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Remus beamed at your response. “I love that class too.”

“May I ask something that might come across as terribly forward?” Regulus asked suddenly, causing your heart rate to spike.

“I was only wondering how you converse with your friends or family; what’s most comfortable for you?”

You let out a steadying breath and accepted the quill and parchment back from Remus to quickly write “sign”.

Regulus smiled at that, and you weren’t sure you expected a Black to be capable of an expression so soft.

“Wonderful.” He said as he pulled out a heavy book from his bookbag; a muggle book entitled “BSL for Dummies”.

You felt your eyebrows migrate into your hairline as your mouth fell open.

“Now, if it’s not terribly inconvenient for you, do you think you might be able to help us learn?” Remus asked, smiling kindly at you.

You nodded quickly, mouth quirking up into a smile as Regulus helped turn the book towards you so he could ask “is this the right way to ask someone out on a date?”

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reputationmunson · 1 year

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Bad Habit | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

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Summary: your brother’s friend has a bad habit of sneaking into your bedroom

Content: Smut (18+ ONLY), AFAB!reader, r is Steve’s adopted sister and is a year younger than him, making out, grinding, oral/fingering (f receiving), virgin!reader, some pet names, fluff, two dummies in love <3

part two

The first time Eddie climbed through your bedroom window, you thought he was just trying to scare you. You had no idea you’d end that night in Eddie Munson’s lap desperately making out and barely giving in to the need for air.

Now, it’s a part of your nightly routine. It’s pretty simple.

Step 1: Get ready for bed

Step 2: Say goodnight to your naive brother

Step 3: Triple check that your door is locked and let in the cute boy patiently waiting outside your window

Sneaking around with Eddie made you feel alive. He sees you for who you really are.

Everyone else sees you as the quiet, innocent girl that occupies the corner of a room while your eyes wander, observing the people around you. While there’s nothing wrong with those things, Eddie knew you were much more than that and he was the perfect person to help you break out of your shell.

People expect you to be just like your brother. But when you turned out to be the complete opposite, no one paid much attention to you. As much as you loved Steve, being in his shadow made you feel invisible.

You weren’t much of a partier and you weren’t… friendly like Steve was. And by friendly you meant a little slutty. It was hard to get out there and make more friends let alone date anybody.

You were so drawn to Eddie from the moment you met him and ever since that first night he snuck into your room, you felt your walls start to come down and he’s the only person that doesn’t make that scary.

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Three taps on your window alert you that Eddie’s outside. You scurry over to let him in and greet him with a quick peck on the lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands find your waist, pulling you a step closer to him.

“Hey, gorgeous” He says with his signature smirk on his face.

“Hi’ You reply, shyly. Even though Eddie helps you out of your comfort zone, you can’t help but avert eye contact whenever he compliments you.

Every time you do, Eddie puts his hand under your chin and gently tilts your head up. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl” He loves making you bashful almost as much as he loves kissing you.

Eddie guides you to your bed, never breaking eye contact. He falls backwards and pulls you down with him, making you giggle.

“I missed you” He whispers quietly, like he’s scared you’ll hear him being vulnerable. “I missed you, too.” Usually you would make a joke like “yeah it’s been a whole twenty-four hours. How did you survive?” But you always miss him.

You can’t exactly tell him you wish you could shrink yourself to three inches tall so you can live in his pocket and never be apart, so you cover it up with humor. But right now, there’s nothing funny about the way your heart is beating because of the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re the only girl in the world.

Eddie likes to tease you. He thinks it’s cute that you whine when he doesn’t immediately give you what you want. He knows it's a little mean but it makes him feel wanted and being wanted by you is the best thing he’s ever experienced.

His nose brushes yours and you think he’s going to put his lips on yours, but instead he gives you a soft kiss on your cheek. Then on your forehead. And one on both corners of your mouth.

“Eddiieeee” You whine and he chuckles. “What, baby?” He asks like he has no clue what he’s doing to you. So as expected, you do your signature pouty face and he has to act like it doesn’t affect him as much as it actually does.

You decide you can’t wait anymore. You take his face in your hands and lean in to get what you’ve been waiting for all day.

His hand comes up to grab a hold of your wrist. You worry he's going to remove your hands from his face, but he just keeps his hand on your wrist, rubbing it lovingly with his thumb. His other hand goes to rest on your lower back, sliding under your shirt. The feeling of his big hand on the bare skin of your back sends shivers down your spine.

Eddie’s tongue swipes across your bottom and you open your mouth to grant him access. He brings the hand that’s holding your wrist to where his other hand rests on your lower back. Both hands begin to slide up your back, making your shirt ride up all the way to your shoulder blades.

You let out a small gasp, suddenly feeling exposed. “You okay?” Eddie asks, worried by your reaction to your shirt being halfway off. You hum in response and find his lips again.

For the past month, you and Eddie hadn’t gone further than messily making out and clothed dry humping. It’s not that you don’t want to go further. You want nothing more than to rip his clothes off and then have him do the same to you, but you worry that your lack of experience would turn him off.

It was no secret to Eddie that you were a virgin. Considering he was your first kiss since Bobby Hopkins in the third grade and how nervous you got around him, it wasn’t that hard to piece together. Of course he wants to be your first time, but doesn't want to pressure you. If things never went any further and he had to go home and jerk off after every makeout session, he would happily do so.

After a while, you pull back for air and roll off of Eddie, laying on your side to look at him. He rolls on his side to look at you. “Hi” He speaks up, scooting closer to you. “Hi” You place a kiss on the tip of his nose. His hand comes up to rest on your hip and you cover his hand with your own.

Neither of you speak a word. You just stare into each other's eyes with lovesick smiles on your faces and soak in each other's presence. These nights are your favorite. Everytime you all hang out in a group, you ache to touch him. It’s difficult to keep your hands off one another, but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make if it means keeping your brother from killing Eddie.

Eddie’s about to say something but before he can, there’s a knock at your door. “y/n?’’ Steve calls out your name from the other side of your bedroom door. Your eyes widen and both of you freeze. Steve says your name again and you know he isn’t going away until you respond.

“Y-yeah?” You barely get out. Steve tries to open your door and sounds offended when it doesn’t open. “Why the hell is your door locked?” He’s still wiggling the doorknob. “Because I’m allowed to lock it. How can I help you?” Eddie snorts at this and you glare at him.

“Do you have my walkman?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at this question. “No, I don’t have your walkman. I have my own walkman that I got on the same Christmas that you got yours. I’ll help you look in the morning.” You hear Steve huff dramatically and walk away.

“I’m gonna put on some music” You say before rolling off your bed. “Play my favorite?” Eddie requests. You were going to play his favorite anyway.

Once the music starts, you turn around and see Eddie playing air guitar. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t move from where you're standing. You just stay put and watch him act like a total idiot. He’d act like an idiot for the rest of his life if it meant making you smile.

He finishes his air guitar solo and looks over at you and tilts his head. “C'mere,” He says, motioning for you to sit next to him.

Once you get to the bed, you crawl towards him and straddle his lap. Feeling hot and bothered, you place your hands on his shoulders and start to grind down on him. Eddie lets out a sigh and throws his head back to rest on your headboard.

Feeling bold, you take his chin in your hand and move his head so he’s looking at you. He puts his hands on your hips and encourages you to move faster.

You can feel him getting hard and you let out a small moan. Eddie puts a hand on the back of your head and pushes you closer to him, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss.

You’re moaning into each other's mouths and it feels so good, but you need more. You pull away from him and take a second to catch your breath, thinking of how you want to word what you’re about to say.

Eddie can tell you want to tell him something. “What is it, baby?” He brings a hand to your face and rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek. Your heart swells at how well he knows you.

“I was wondering if we could take things a bit further tonight.” You respond and his smile widens. “Hell yeah we can. You sure?” You can’t nod fast enough.

“Lay on your back for me. Don’t be scared to tell me if you want me to stop, kay?”

“Okay” You smile and roll onto your back.

Eddie hovers over you and leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips. Then he starts to kiss down your jaw and to your neck. He starts with light kisses and when he hits the sensitive spot on your neck, he kisses harder. He starts to suck on your sensitive spot, making you moan.

Usually, you both steer clear hickeys to avoid questionings from any of your friends and your brother, especially. But right now, you’re so turned on you can’t find it in yourself to care. You wrap your arms around his back and push his full weight onto you. He licks and kisses at the fresh mark.

“Fuck, that feels nice” You moan out. “Want me to do something even better?” He pulls back and smirks at you. “Please.”

He goes to tug at the hem of your shirt and looks at you for approval. Once you give it to him, he removes your shirt and is pleased to see that you aren’t wearing a bra. He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. “What? No sane woman wears a bra to bed.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Trust me, I am not complaining.”

He goes back to kissing your neck. His kisses start moving down to your chest and he plants one on each of your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth.

It feels…different, but in the best way possible. “Eddie, that feels so good” You’re trying to keep quiet but you’re feeling things you’ve never felt before.

“Say my name again”

“Do something that will make me say your name again”

You can tell he’s surprised at that.

“Challenge accepted”

He kisses down your stomach and puts his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. At a torturously slow place, he pulls your shorts down and throws them on the floor. “No panties either? Is it my birthday, sweetheart?” You laugh and roll your eyes. “Get back to it, Munson” You say in the most unserious tone ever. “Jeez, okay. Someone’s bossy”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you, uh, take your shirt off too? This feels unfair”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take off his shirt.

“Maybe your pants too?”

“Anything for you” And he means it.

He stands up to take off his pants. Once they’re off you can see how hard he is and your jaw drops. Your clit throbs at the sight and you involuntarily whine.

Eddie sits on his knees, placing himself in between your legs. “I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” “Eddie, please. Need you” you mewl.

He runs a finger through your folds and groans at how wet you are. “All this for me, baby?”

You nod “Just for you. Always”

“Tell me, pretty girl. Do you ever touch yourself and think of me?” He starts to slowly rub your clit. Your eyes roll back and you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. “Tell me or I’ll stop” You remove your hand from your mouth and try to keep quiet. “Yes. Every night after you leave”

He starts rubbing your clit a little faster and you start to lose composure. “What do you think about?”

“I think about you touching me. Just like this. Or going down on me. I think about your cock inside me. Fucking me until I can’t take it anymore” You admit. “Hmm. I think we could start to make some of those fantasies realities”

He removes his fingers from your clit and you feel like you’re gonna pass away if he doesn’t make you cum any time soon. “Eddie, please don’t stop. pleasepleaseplease. Touch me again” You feel desperate for begging, but lucky for you, Eddie is even more turned on than before.

He doesn’t say anything. He just lays down between your legs, admiring how wet you are. You’re about to beg some more but then he starts to run his tongue up and down your folds. “Oh my god”

He begins to suck your clit and it feels so fucking good you can’t believe it. Sure, you’ve heard your friends talk about it, but you never would’ve imagined it feeling this good.

Your eyes start to tear up and you look down at Eddie, letting out a moan when you see how much he’s enjoying it.

Your fingers thread through his hair and pull it a little, making him moan into your pussy. You swear you feel the vibrations throughout your entire body. You don’t think it can get any better until Eddie slowly inserts a finger into you. You would have expected it to feel uncomfortable, but there's nothing unpleasant about it. “More, Eds” You plead.

He thinks about teasing you for a second, but he knows how badly you want it. He obliges and inserts another finger, reaching that spot you can never reach on your own.

You can feel the tension building in your stomach and Eddie starts going faster. His fingers are pumping in and out of you and you can hear how wet you are. He’s eating you out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Eddie can’t help rutting up against the mattress. The way your pussy feels and the noises you make are driving him fucking mad. Both of you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven.

It hits you like a fucking bus. Your back is arching off the bed and you have to cover your face with your pillow because it’s impossible to keep quiet. You’ve never been more thankful that you don’t share a wall with Steve.

Eddie works you through your orgasm and slowly takes his fingers out of you when you're finished. You look lifeless and he can’t help but chuckle at how blissed out you look. He slowly crawls next to you and lays down,

“You alright?” He whispers.

“Well, I feel like I left my body for a second so I would say I’m more than alright.”

“Good. So you had fun?” Eddie sounds insecure. You turn to look at him before you respond.

“Eddie, were you not there? I was losing my mind. I had no idea it could be that good” You give him a well-deserved ego boost and he flashes his million dollar smile. “Okay, your turn.” You say, eagerly. “Don’t worry, babe. I came in my boxer like a goddamn teenager.” His cheeks turn red and you give him a kiss on the cheek. “Next time?” you ask. “Definitely”

You lay your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. “Thank you” You say, snuggling as close as possible. “For what?” He starts to rub your back. “Everything. My life’s better with you in it’’ Eddie’s heart nearly bursts. He can’t believe he’s improved your life even a little bit.

“Anything for my girl” He kisses the top of your head. Your lift your head up and look at him with the biggest smile on your face “Your girl?” Eddie tries to play it cool “Yeah, if that’s something you’d be interested in.” You can’t think of anything else you’d rather be. “Only if you agree to be my boyfriend.” “Hm.. can I think about it?” You playfully smack his chest. He grabs your hand and kissed it, looking into your eyes.

“How about you agree to be my girlfriend and I’ll agree to be your boyfriend and everyone’s happy”

“Deal, boyfriend” You can’t resist the urge to kiss him any longer. He hums in appreciation and the kiss goes on longer than intended.

“I should probably get going” He sighs. “Nooooo” you protest, holding on to him tighter. “I know, but I gotta unless you want to risk your overprotective brother finding out I’m here” You know he’s right and you move allowing him to get up. He hands you the clothes thrown on the floor and you both get dressed.

“Maybe I can stay with you tomorrow night? I can tell Steve I’m staying with a friend.” You move to stand in front of Eddie. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiles and pulls you in for a hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You nod and he gives you one last kiss.

You watch him climb out of your window and after you shut it, you stare out your window to watch him run out of your yard. He turns around to give you a wave and being the wonderful girlfriend that you are, you decide to flash him. Without hesitation, Eddie lifts his shirt up and flashes you back, causing you to laugh a little too loud.

There’s no doubt in your mind that this is the man you’re going to spend your life with.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #18+ fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 month

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Friends with Benefits (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Barbra finds out that you and Melissa have been getting up to some after hours activities

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of smut

AN: Just a little thing for @maybe-a-humanbean after 3x08. A nice 'what if' if you will.

You lent over to Melissa, standing in the dimly lit room full of cpr dummies. Pitching your voice low so it would not carry to the other people around you, you whispered in her ear.

“How about you practice on me, give me some mouth to mouth attention.”

She turned her eyes on you, lips pressed together to keep in a grin, eyes sparkling at you with unspoken mirth.

“Stop it,” she whispered back.

“I can certainly think of something that would block my airways,” you said.

“You’re pushing it,” she warned you.

“You’re worth the choking hazard,” you murmured.

She hit your shoulder but you could see the flush on her cheeks in the dim light, practically glowing at your words. You grinned at her, loving when you could fluster her. She turned away from you, doing her best to listen to the fire chief. Ignoring him, you brushed your fingertips along the back of her hand, before moving over to Jacob’s workstation.

“You’re not working with Melissa?” he asked.

“I figure Barbra needs some Mel time,” you replied with a small shrug, “I’ve taken up more than my fair share.”

“You have been spending a lot of time together,” the woman in question said, leaning around Melissa to speak to you.

“Too much, some might say,” Jacob muttered under his breath.

You shot him a look, trying to tell him to shut up. His eyes were averted and you were sure he hadn’t gotten the message.

“You went out for drinks on Friday night, you went to that cute little farmers market on Sunday, and didn’t you say you were going to try out that new restaurant down town together?” Barbra asked Melissa.

“Why bother when you can just finish my box of cereal in the morning?” Jacob said.

“I told you I was going to replace that,” you snapped at him, not needing to start that argument again.

“You ate breakfast with Melissa and Jacob this morning?” she asked you before Melissa could answer any of her previous questions.

“She was certainly eating something this morning,” Jacob muttered. Clearly he was still sulking.

“No need to be crass,” you admonished.

“Are you seeing each other?” Barb asked, still not having had any of her questions answered.

“No,” you said at the same time as she said, “of course not.”

“What do you mean of course not?” you asked her, “it’s not a crazy question to ask given the context.”

She scoffed.

“You don’t want to be tied down to an old woman like me,” she said.

“What?” Your voice was sharp.

“So you’re not seeing one another?” Barb asked.

“They’re hooking up,” Jacob said.

The gasp from Janine was not appreciated, both of you shooting her a look. She looked hurt, as if the two of you had betrayed her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Barb asked, also sounding hurt.

“Because there’s nothing to tell,” Mel said, exasperated with the whole thing.

You sighed, staring down at the dummy on the table. The thought that Mel found the possibility of the two of you dating so unbelievable was surprisingly hurtful. And not in the way you were expecting. She thought she was the part of the equation letting the side down, not that she didn’t want you. It was her own insecurities, not about what she wanted.

The conversation stalled as Captain Robinson tried to continue with the course but you could feel the heat from your right. Janine had come and gone and you were doing your best to compress the chest beneath your hands. Jacob was purposefully avoiding making eye contact with Robinson’s helper and Mel was avoiding making eye contact with you.

“Are you seriously mad?” Mel asked Barbra the moment there was a break in proceedings to do so.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not as if my friends have been keep their courtship a secret from me,” Barb snapped.

“Courtship?” you asked.

“This ain’t Bridgerton. It’s casual,” Mel protested.

“Casual what? It’s not casual friends because she and I are casual friends and we don’t share breakfast,” she said.

“It’s not casual anything. It’s just sex. Friends with benefits,” Mel said.

You wanted to argue with that but you couldn’t. That was the arrangement. Nothing serious, just sex between two friends who found the other hot. Because she wasn’t interested in more.

Maybe.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Barb asked, finally turning on you.

“We didn’t think you’d understand,” you said, “I mean, come on, Barb, you’re quite… traditional. And this is… not.”

“I can understand new fangled dating. You talked to me about Gary,” she said, rounding back on Mel.

“Yes, because that was a real relationship you would approve of,” she replied.

“And we’re not dating,” you supplied.

You were beyond caring about the other people in the course. Janine was popping in and out with the kind of frantic energy you hadn’t missed around Abbott. Jacob was dealing with his own hookup drama. You just wanted to take Mel off somewhere and drown in her to forget the argument.

“Sorry for assuming you wouldn’t understand,” Mel said, but you could hear an undercurrent of sarcasm in her voice.

“Thank you.” You weren’t sure Barb had completely grasped the sarcasm.

The going on between Janine, Jacob, and the handsome EM came to the forefront of the moment. You ignored that, your fingertips gently tapping against the pulse point in Mel’s wrist. Familiar green eyes turned to you, eyebrow quirking in question. You nodded to a point in the room, slightly further away from the others.

“What?” she asked with an undertone of exasperation. You couldn’t tell if it was aimed at you or one of the others.

“Do you really think I think you’re too old for me?” you asked. It had really been playing on your mind since she’d said it.

“Hon, it’s okay. I know where we stand. You’re so much younger than me,” she said, giving you one of those looks that said you were being an idiot.

“So? Mel, you’re gorgeous, you’re fucking sexy, and you’re a wonderful person. I would be lucky to be in a relationship with you, younger or not,” you replied, “you’re not too old for someone like me. You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

“Hon,” she breathed but you could see the flush on her cheek and the smoulder in her eye.

You weren’t often given over to saying sentimental things to her. Nothing beyond what would be considered platonic, if verging into grossly flirtatious. You tucked some of her hair behind her ear, lingering on her jaw for a moment.

“Just thought you should know,” you said, keeping your voice quiet so it would remain between the two of you.

You left her to her thoughts, rejoining your friends. Barb looked over at you, and you sighed.

“I really am sorry we didn’t tell you. Your opinion matters to me so much I just didn’t want you to think badly about me,” you said.

“You’re an adult, you can make your own life choices. If you’re happy, then girl, I’m not going to tell you off like you’re one of my students. As long as you are happy,” she said.

“I am for now,” you replied, not willing to go into a lot of the minutiae of the situation.

“Then I’m happy for you,” she said.

Her arm curled around your shoulders in the comforting way you’d grown accustomed to. In your peripheral vision, you saw Mel sidle back up to the group on Barb’s other side. Her fiery hair shone in the warm light and you felt your breath catch.

“Are you coming to get a drink with us?” Barb asked you.

“Really?” you asked.

“Sure, hon. Wouldn’t be the same without you,” Mel said, glancing over at you.

You grinned at her, leaning into Barb’s embrace more. Yeah, you were happy enough with what you had, because what you had was pretty damn great.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti imagine

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emotionaldamages · 7 months

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forbidden love?- carlos sainz

part one | part two

carlos sainz x twin!norris!reader

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y/nnorris posted a story!

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liked by carlossainz55, francisca.gomes, and 4,983,893

y/nnorris party in the usa

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landonorris what do you know leclerc

charles_leclerc nothing:)

y/nnorris

y/nnorris the group made it out of college, more time for sleepovers;)

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friend1 sleepover tonight

friend3 more hangovers guys😔

friend7 yall forgetting we practically lived in one dorm

friend2 oh my I remember when we all ended in the park sleeping

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y/nnorris guys we were good kids I swear

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landonorris happy birthday to my little sister and congratulations on graduating dummy! always and forever❤

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carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños! to my lovely girlfriend and my bestfriend and congratulations on graduating mi amor♡

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#f1 social media au #f1 one shot #formula one imagine #carlos sainz x y/n #landonorris #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz 55 #alex albon #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz instagram au

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angelicdanvers · 4 months

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BREATHE DEEPER | three.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamplvtinum, iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, and others

y/n — pretty when u cry. plvtinum. tonight.

tagged | iamplvtinum

iamplvtinum BEST DIRECTOR

iamplvtinum absolutely honoured to have you ↳ y/n bro i should be thanking YOU for letting me join ↳ y/n THANK YOOOOU

iamcharliebushnell LITERALLY WHAT

iamcharliebushnell THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING DROP

iamcharliebushnell ITS GIVING SCREAM & AHS ↳ y/n 🤭 mighta been the inspo

walker.scobell HOLY ZEUS ↳ y/n holy poseidon

leahsavajeffries OH MY GOD YOU DIDNT EVEN TELL US ABOUT THIS?!$:&/@; ↳ y/n oopsies 🫣

yasmeenfletcher THATS MY SISTAH ↳ y/n LOVE U MEENA

iamcharliebushnell im surprised you didn’t spoil this to me ↳ y/n trust me im just as shocked ↳ iamcharliebushnell did you tell anyone is the question 🤨 ↳ y/n yes your mom ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😃

leahsavajeffries PRETTY LITTLE THING TELLING PRETTY LIES ↳ y/n GO LEAH GO

dior.n.goodjohn ANGEL NUMBERS TATTED ON HER THIGH ↳ y/n THIS IS AMAZING

levizmiller i’m so proud of you ❤️ ↳ y/n thank you, love you lev <3

william.franklyn.miller I SEE U I SEE U 🫣 ↳ y/n EXPECT A STYLE WHEN U SEE ME NEXT MISTER

iamcharliebushnell im back because i still can’t get over how epic this is ↳ y/n STOP BEING SO CUTE ↳ iamcharliebushnell “pretty little thing telling pretty lies” YEAH SHE DEFINITELY IS ↳ y/n THAT WAS THE BEST REFERENCE ↳ iamcharliebushnell BUT ITS TRUE DUMMY ↳ y/n OI I DIDN'T LIE ABOUT YOU BEING CUTE ↳ iamcharliebushnell neither did i, pretty little thing

user no way charlie made such a conspicuous reference 🤭 ↳ user2 NO FR THIS IS INSANE

user3 IM SO CONFUSED IS SHE DATING CHARLIE??? ↳ user4 LOL IDK BUT I LOVE WHATEVER THEY ARE

user5 UR SO TALENTEDDD ↳ y/n THANK YOU ILY

— taglist.

@shokocoded @istillremberthefirstfallofsnow @surftrips @svtsimp22 @gcidrvsh @idontevencare1223 @thames-fig @captainshischier @reggieslifeboat @multifandom-loser @wheelerslover @mermaid-mqtel @randomnpc456 @kaithoughs @isab3lita @mariposa555 @sunshinessky @myr-cheri @thedeadlynights @ella33 @c1nn4mng1rl @poppysrin @breadbrobin @lucy-the-ant @jules-loves-lukecastellan @taloulalila @tom-pls-fuck-me @mia-luvs @iknowyoureabigfan @rinisfruity14 @chasebeth @auttumnsayshi @prettygirlformula @alwayswndr @balletfilmss @kestisvrse @1forthemoney2forthekish @eissaaaa @emelia07 @toffytaste @soulaires @bearwon @happy-mushrooms @simrah1012

thank you so much for all the love on chapters one and two! hopefully this chapter reveals more of the state of charlie & y/n's relationship hehe :) i had so much fun writing this because every time i listen to the song i think of slasher films 😅

as always, i will continue updating the taglist :)

i love you and am so proud of you, stay safe and drink water <3

#charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell x you #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjotv #social media fic #luke castellan #percy jackson x reader

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siscon-stsg · 2 days

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could you write a scenario about gojo fucking his sweet little virgin and innocent sister. When he looked so long her cunt, she blushed and said;

Nii-chan, p-please don't look at it

I love your writings <3

(CW: incest, innocent and virgin reader, my bad writing and not beta'd, satoruniichan being manipulative cuz yeah that's him. name-calling. oral (f receiving). corruption. degradation if you squint i guess? finger-sucking. cliff hanger cuz i'm evil)

THANK YOU PRETTY BABY YOU'RE THE BESTTT!!! i'm kissing you on the mouth mmmmmmwah c'mere. i suck at writing full pieces, haven't done it in literal AGES, but i did my best for you!! so sorry if it sucks!! my brain hurts i am not used to thinking for long periods of time. /j

satoru's eyes were impossible to escape from. he'd always make you feel naked under his gaze, like two stars sucking the light out of the night sky.

but now they gazed down at you with such hunger it was almost threatening.

“hmmm,” he hummed with a grin, long fingers tracing aimless patterns all over your wet cunny; “don' close y'r legs, pretty. don' ya wanna make your big bro happy?”

and that only made you whimper more. what was so entertaining about this? you struggled not to close your thighs around his pretty head of white hair. “niichan! don't look!”

your parents could be home any minute! what would they say if they saw you like that? knees to your chest on the living room couch, satoru inspecting you down there like he was eyeing a ring at a jewelry store!

he played with your puffy lips, rubbing them up an down. he pulled down the hood around your clit, he stretched your entrance to the sides with both thumbs; only to laugh at the sticky trails of pussy juice drooling down from it.

“why not?” satoru had to laugh at you. some nerve you had to complain, really, when your little pussy was drenched and pulsing, so far untouched. he spat on you, spreading it around your pink flesh with a thumb, and smirked when it got you all squirmy.

“c'mon, be good 'n stay still”. a firm, steadying hand pressed down on your tummy. “y're more than old 'nough to still be a virgin, y'know? i'd be embarrassed if i were you”.

was that true? was not having sex at your age that bad?

satoruniichan always had so many friends, did so much better in school than you, was always dating one girl or another... he'd know about that sort of thing, right?

after all, you were always picked on for being the prune little sister. your parents never approved of any boy you had a crush on, and being a good daughter you never went against their wishes.

satoru caught on your dilemma quick. he leaned in close, blowing his hot, tickly breath teasingly over your clit. “wan' big bro to change that?”

“change w-what? hm!” you moaned. this time you couldn't stop your thighs from closing when satoru's lips sucked on your clitty, slurping loudly until you cried out.

“pop y'r cherry, dummy,” your big bro chuckled. “that way, y' won' be so pathetic anymore”.

the name stung, “pathetic”. tho you could barely think about that with satoru loudly licking, slurping, kissing, burying his face into your pussy. nose into your clit, and purring. arms hugging your hips so you can't escape his hungry stimulation.

you couldn't even think, only moan and shiver. were big brothers even supposed to do this sort of thing to their little sisters? but then again, it felt so good!

satoru pulled back with your clitty slurped between your lips, giddy for the cute cries you let out. “'nd?” he said, voice much deeper and husky than before.

“c'monnn, say yes!” his cheeks puffed up and satoru pouted, like a spoiled child begging for candy. only that this “child” was rubbing your clit in tight frenzied circles with his thumb, not slowing down even as you trashed and squirmed and whimpered. satoru dove tongue first into your soppy hole, muffling his words in your sloshy muscles: “d'y' wanth t' be p'thethic 'll y'r lwife 'r noth?”

“n-niichan!” is all you could say, or cry. your muscles were stiffing up, specially down your belly. satoru seemed impatient, because his tongue swiftly exchanged placed with two long, too long fingers that crooked inside your virgin pussy. he felt around, until finding your gummy, sensitive little walls.

he thrusted and thrusted from his wrist at a sadistic pace, laughing at you and at your slutty teary face. you were going to be such a whore, he just knew. “wanna cum, huh? my pretty sluts wan's to cum?”

“y-yeees!”

your clit felt on fire under his slimy tongue. your walls were spasming, pussy crying as much as your eyes and it was like your body was made of jelly. you shivered and cried, and when your back arched, hips bucking against his hand, your eyes saw heaven and stars twinkled behind your eyelids and

satoru stopped.

“noooo! no! why'd you sto- mmph!” his slick fingers stopped your whining by thrusting down your throat. you almost gagged, throat and pussy convulsing in synch.

the albino sat back on his heels without pulling back from your mouth; one hand fumbling with his sweatpants until it came out springing. angry red, leaky, pulsing, and he rubbed the tip of his dick a couple times against your slit with a deep grunt.

“didn't give ya permission t' cum, did i? now open up f'my cock, slut”

#tw.incest #tw incest #dd:dne #big bro/little sis #big bro gojo #tw.dark content #dead dove do not eat #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #tw dark content #this was one of those stories that literally wrote itself #i just put my pussy on the keyboard and this came out sorry

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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about the blurbs, how about jjk guys knowing you have a crush on them? would they confess first or would they try to get you to admit it? (:

i love this sm bc yes they would know right away that i'm in love with them hehe

GOJO SATORU

ofc this mf knows you're into him. and of course he's going to try to get you to admit to it.

but that's a little easier said than done, because he's been flirting with you relentlessly for months, and it hasn't actually gotten him anywhere. sure, you always quip something flirty or sassy back at him, you're quick on your feet and effortlessly charming, but it always seems to end there, at the banter.

so he'd try asking you out, asking if you were free, for dinner, or a movie, or anything he could think of. but you always seemed to laugh him off, already have plans, or give him a flirty non-answer. he was starting to think you were blowing him off, and maybe he'd had you all wrong.

but nope! you're just clueless!

he realizes this one day when you call him out on yet another offer to take you to dinner.

"when have you lost all your creativity? did you finally run out of pickup lines?"

he furrows his brow at you, laughing a little out of confusion, before he realizes you're just as confused.

"(y/n), i'm asking you out,"

you blink.

"on a date"

you tilt your head at him.

"i want to go out with you, just the two of us"

"for real?" you ask, your eyes blowing wide with surprise.

"yeah for real!" satoru laughs. "i've been trying to for a while, don't tell me you haven't noticed?"

you shrug your shoulders. "i thought you were just joking around," you admit. "i'd love to go out with you"

after that it's smooth sailing for you two, but satoru will always tell other people that you rejected him repeatedly until finally giving into his charm. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

to be honest... he does not know you have a crush on him, and will not figure it out unless you flat out tell him.

you learn this the hard way, after spending way too much time dropping hints- hints which you believed to be pretty strong signals of romantic interest, that megumi seemed to believe was just your personality.

you don't know how many eyelashes you plucked off his cheeks, or how many times your hand grabbed his, or rested on his arm or shoulders for just a few beats too long to be a casual touch. it was getting ridiculous. and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was just so uninterested in you that he juts ignored it all.

fortunately for him, you knew better.

and one day you couldn't keep up with all the flirting you were doing, because it wa only driving you mad!

so when the two of you are alone, you decide to just make a bigger goddamn move.

you're training together, and when you find yourself pinning megumi to the ground with a triumphant smile, you decide here goes nothing, and you lean down and kiss him. (he just looked so pretty underneath you!)

when you lean back, staring at him with wide eye to gauge his reaction, you find yourself holding your breath.

he looks surprised at first, but then he furrows his brows.

"was that supposed to throw me off?" he asks. "because that's good, I definitely wasn't expecting that. but I don't think you should be kissing curses, (y/n), that's kinda weird"

it's so cute how confused he is, but you can't help but sigh, and hang your head. how did he still not get it?

"no, dummy, i just wanted to kiss you"

there's a flicker of realization in his eyes, and a quick blush blooming across his face. he definitely realizes then all the little things he'd found cute about you, were just you trying to tell him you liked him. like-liked him.

later when he relays this story to yuuji and nobara, they laugh at him, because they'd thought you two had been together all this time. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

when yuuta starts to notice a change in your behavior, he picks up on your crush instantly.

your small chats during study sessions turned into lengthy conversations while wandering around campus late at night. eye contact was more often fleeting, and now accompanied with a blush. it also helped that maki and panda had eagerly told him how you always found a way to bring him up in conversation.

that was the icing on the cake, and yuuta was just over the moon at the thought of you crushing on him, because of course he shared your feelings! how could he not? you'd quickly become his favorite person to talk to, and your smile never failed to brighten his day.

so after his friends had given him a little slice of certainty that you had more than platonic feelings for him, yuuta decided to do something about it.

you're walking around campus as usual one night, enjoying the sunset and each other's company, when you notice a piece of dandelion fluff that had gotten stuck in his hair. you're quick to stop him and carefully retrieve the tuft of white, before presenting it before him on your fingertips, insisting he had to make a wish.

"i think that only counts when they're still on the stem" he chuckles at your antics.

"i won't tell," you whisper like it's a secret worthy of you taking to the grave. "just do it before i steal it"

you're smiling and blushing because you're standing so close to him and he hasn't stopped staring at you and it's starting to turn your brain and heart to mush. so yuuta tips his head and blows on the fluff, sending it off with the breeze once more.

you grin, more joyous than he was about a childish superstition, but he had to admit seeing you so happy made him want to go find a hundred more dandelions with you.

"i like you so much," he says, and your whole body is filled with a comforting warmth. "i wished you'd just ask me out already"

with wide eyes and parted lips, a small gasp of nervous laughter bubbled out of you.

"you wished that i asked you out?" you repeat.

"sure did," yuuta says with a proud smile, knowing his wish went to good use. "been waitin', you know"

your brows draw together, but you're smiling, no, beaming. you're absolutely glowing before him.

"i've been waiting for you to ask me out" you admit softly, your nose and cheeks dusting with color.

with only a little shyness, yuuta reaches out to take your hand in his, your fingers carefully slotting together in a rehearsed dance you'd never taken part of before.

"well now we'll have to find another dandelion" he hums, making you giggle.

he's only joking of course, but when he does find one later in your walk, he insists it's your turn to make your wish. once the fluffy seeds are blown into the air, he leans in to steal your lips in a kiss. ___

INUMAKI TOGE

toge has known about your feelings for him for months now, and he's certain he's done everything he can to just get you to confess already. he's texting you through all hours of the day, complete with good morning and goodnight texts. he's written you flirty little notes (which he's seen you keep in the inside cover of your notebook to keep it protected!) and he's given you a few fleeting cheek kisses here and there!

the guy could only speak in onigiri ingredients, couldn't you throw him a bone and confess your undying love for him already? it was starting to make him grumpy.

you're oblivious to his own flirtations and attempts to get your confession, and he knows this. so he knew he had to take a dramatic leap of faith to get you to admit your feelings, once and for all.

he kidnaps you.

not really... but he does hide out in a utility closet until he hears you passing and yanks you in there with him. your yelp of surprise is quickly silenced by a hand to your mouth, and as soon as you see it's toge, you relax.

"fuck you scared me," you sigh when he pulls his hand away. "don't do that! if you wanted to talk to me, you could've just texted me" you scold.

he shrugs and gives you a sheepish grin, which makes you realize he's unzipped his collar and seeing his whole face is enough to make your knees weak.

he gestures to you, before waving his hands around the small space. you glance around the closet, wincing, not understanding why you had to meet in here.

"my room would have been just as private..." you say, your eyes landing on an open gallon of bleach on a shelf.

you supposed there weren't regular health inspections at a place like this.

"what did you need to talk about in private anyways?" you ask, choosing to ignore that you were probably inhaling a lot of chemicals right now.

or were you just feeling dizzy because you were so close to him and his face was just so pretty and he's staring at you with those pretty purple eyes-?

toge points to you, and then to himself. "salmon"

you giggle, not quite grasping the specifics of what he wanted to say, but feeling flattered nonetheless. toge frowns.

"what?" you poke at his chin to question him on the long face.

toge points his finger at you again, this time for longer, as if that was the part you weren't understanding. then he brings both hands together to draw the shape of a heart in front of you. you giggle at this again, but don't cut him off. he ends his silent statement by shoving his finger into his chest.

"i love you?" you say, too focused on the guessing game to realize what you were actually saying, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, your eyes are widening and your cheeks are darkening.

toge seems victorious, grinning widely now and nodding his head. you're still stunned frozen as he repeats his gesture again, this time pointing to himself before pointing to you, and then holding up two fingers.

it was his crude way of saying I love you too.

your shock relaxes into ease when you realize he'd wanted your confession so that he could make his own, and he wasn't about to tease you relentlessly for your feelings.

his hands grab your own, pulling you towards him, but just before he can slant his lips on yours, you shake your head.

"there's way too many open chemicals to hang out in here any longer," you say, reaching for the door behind him and shoving him out of the closet. "let's go somewhere else"

you didn't have to tell him twice, he's happy to drag you throughout the halls towards his room. ___

a/n: wanna make the yuuta one a full fic now :(

xoxo ~ jordie

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hazenllas · 2 months

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Hi ! will you do A leighton murray one

She gets a panic attack because she is scared of coming out.

Fluff, hut comfort

Thank you so much for the Request Anon!! I will happily write this!

At Home

Pairing: Closeted!Leighton Murray x Out!fem!reader

Contains: Fluff, anxiety attack, comfort, a little bit of Angst, Leighton being scared to come out but Y/n helps her through all of it, I think that's all.

Summary: Coming out was definitely not on Leighton's bucket list. Until one night her girlfriend changes her mind.

You never really liked the parties at your college. Everyone was all icky and too drunk out of their brains to even process anything. Your girlfriend Leighton was practically begging you to go to this party down a few blocks and you eventually gave in. The only thing about this was that you couldn't dance with Leighton and be alone with her. That's because Leighton wasn't out. You were. And you wanted to be able to show affection and love to her out in public but she declined each time. You of course understood because you were there at one point. After coming out to your two friends Jamie and Raine, who are now your dormmates, you never felt more comfortable in your life. Now you just wanted to make your girlfriend the most comfortable possible.

You get ready in your dorm room alone while Raine was visiting their parents for the week and Jamie was shopping for their partner's birthday. A while ago you went to a thrift shop down town a few minutes from the college and found this super cute laces dress with a heart on the v neck. You felt confident and grabbed your converse and went on your way to your girlfriend's dorm.

You knock on the door twice and Bela opens it up. "Hey girl! Come on in!" She says in a cheery tone and steps to the side to let you in. You wave to the 3 other girls and sit on the. Couch. Your game stops at Leighton. She is wearing a red strap-less dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. You looked away quickly to avoid any suspicion from the other girls. You felt comfortable with them. They were like family to you and you did everything with them so they didn't think of anything when you were everywhere with them because that was your only time to see Leighton outside of all of the studies and such. "Y/n? Could you help me curl my hair?" Leighton stars at you and looks your body up and down a bit. You nod and Leighton grabs your hand into the bathroom.

She pushes you against the door lightly and kisses you. You respond to the kiss and put your hands around her neck. She pulls away a bit too quickly for your liking and you huff. "You look... beautiful Leighton." You stare at her and she giggles. "Say that to yourself, dummy." You roll your eyes and see her looking in the mirror. "Now I actually need you to help me curl my hair." You chuckle and curl the back of Leighton's hair.

You all walk into the party and immediately smell alcohol. You walk over to the corner to grab some juice. You weren't very in the mood to drink right now. It was a school night anyways. You see Leighton dancing with Bela and you can't help but admire her. She was beautiful. She was your absolute dream woman and you loved her so much. You two have been dating since beginning of the fall and during that time you had just came out of the closet. You were new to the school and didn't have many friends until one day Leighton came up to you and since that day you two were always seen together even if you weren't dating. One Saturday night, you brought a very drunk Leighton home and brought her a glass of water. When you gave it to her she pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't kiss back because you thought she was still VERY drunk. You thought wrong and she told you she was sober. That was the start of your secret relationship.

After completely isolating yourself from the party, you eventually went to dance with Leighton. You both kept a distance but there were a crazy amount of people. You get pushed by one of the jocks and tumble against Leighton. You notice stares on you and you see you have your hands on her waist. "Fuck." You mumble and Leighton notices your stares aswell. You see her breath is quickening and you take her hand and leave the party. You rush to her dorm since it was closest and sit her on the bed. "The saw us. Y/N they saw us." Leighton trembles and tears up a bit. "Baby baby stop crying." You pull her close and she starts to cry. She is shaking hard and starts breathing heavily. "Leighton, love look at me. You're okay I promise." She shakes her head at you and starts to fidget with her hands. "No, y/n, they will know I'm gay. I can't. No" She starts to attempt to calm down s bit but its still slow. "Even then? Honey you can still deny it. We can even take a break so they don't suspect anymore then they already kno-" "No y/n. We can't do that. I still want to be with you." Leighton interrupts you. You can tell she is thinking of something. "You know what? Fuck this. I don't give a shit what they think. Cmon baby we ate going back to the party." You look at her confused but she takes her hand and leads the two of you back.

You both walk in and her hand still remains in yours. You can feel stares on you but you take a deep breath and try to enjoy your time with your girlfriend. She pulls you by your waist and dances with you. "Leight, you sure you're okay with this?" You whisper and she nods. "I don't care what they think. I'm going to me happy with you baby." She says before kissing you.

#leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #tslocg #reneerappedit

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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DD part 2

Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

**image is not mine, from a Google search, all credit to respective owners**

Plot- reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home.

Part 1 , Pt 3 1, Part 3 2, Part 4 , Part 5

T/W 18+ only, minors DNI, alcohol mentioned, mature language, implied masturbation, sexual fantasies, vomit, age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34)

Thank you to everyone who expressed interest in this story so much that I decided to change it from a one shot to a series🖤

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The following day...

You slowly rose from the dead at 2 pm with a hangover from hell, your stomach lopsided, prompting you to bolt to the toilet. After an unpleasant upchuck and rinsing with Listerine, you couldn't help but smile as you looked in the mirror, still shrouded in Miguel's oversized hoodie. You threw your hair in a messy bun and shuffled into the kitchen. You curse when you find out you're all out of bottled water. You pour yourself a tall glass from the tap and try your best to gulp it down without thinking about the weird metallic taste.

Last night's events slowly start coming back into focus. You were so obsessed with what happened with Miguel that you completely forgot it was due to your friends ditching you. You run back in your room, grunting in annoyance when you realize your dumb ass forgot to charge your phone overnight. You wait impatiently for the battery to creep up to 1% so you can turn it back on. Eager to see if Miguel tried to contact you after the encounter, somehow, some way. As your phone loads, your stomach drops in disappointment when you see that you have no notifications from Miguel, which turns to resentment when you realize your so-called friends didn't even bother trying to call or text you either to make sure you at least got home.

You sigh and flop back on the bed. You double check the Uber app and your heart rate increases when you see that you can report a "lost item" to get in contact again.

Noooo remember girl, let him come to you. Do you really wanna be the one that reaches out first when he turned down a kiss from you last night? But wait, he was a gentleman. Maybe he was just trying not to be an ass or give you the wrong idea since you were intoxicated...He literally wiped taco sauce from your mouth and licked it off his finger for fuck's sakes!

How could someone be so goddamn hot, kind, and gentlemanly at the same time? And what brought him to do all those things for you of all people?

You go to the help section of the app and realize that Miguel can't contact you. Since you're the rider, any personal info won't be shared with him besides your pickup and drop off location, unless you reach out about an issue.

Fuck me! You suddenly feel like you're in middle school again trying to talk to a cute guy.

For the love of God, do it!! Worst he can say is no? That's exactly what I'm scared of, dummy!

Oh no, it's ringing!

-----mini time jump backwards to that night-----

After dropping you off, Miguel arrived back to his apartment about 3 am, teeming with want for your soft skin. He laid down in his dark room with the lights off and flashes of you two together entered his mind.

Breathing into each other's mouths as if the heat between you was the only thing keeping each other warm. Marking you with little red and purple bites of love. Him grabbing your jaw with his fingers, while you desperately sputtered his name, not letting you look anywhere else but at him. Gentle sounds of your love ringing off the walls in varying volumes.

He pictured your beautiful face looking up at him while he murmured how beautiful you looked and what a goddess you were.

He imagined spending all night with you just like this, burning memories of your skin into his mind that he’d replay whenever he needed you like a faulty record.

His fists clenched in frustration. All of those fantasies would have came true if he wasn't such a fucking coward tonight.

After you two would have made love, he imagined taking care of you afterwards. Hearing your soft, beautiful voice as you two shared pillow talk while he planted wet kisses on your shoulder. Playing with your hair, sleeping naked together. Maybe letting things get heated in the bathroom one more time before washing each other's bodies afterwards.

Tiredness got the best of him and he drifted off to sleep, imagining you in his arms...

-----back to the following afternoon -----

Conchata O'Hara's heeled boots echoed down the marble hallway to Miguel's apartment, her 6 year old granddaughter, Gabriella in tow. Gabi was an adorable, soft spoken little girl. She was musing to her grandma about her friend Peyton's birthday party as they came up to Miguel's door. Conchata was a striking woman. If you saw her you could tell the lion's share of Miguel's good looks came from her. She could have been a former Miss Universe. She stood at 6'1, a long tan trenchcoat over a black turtle neck, with grey slacks, two chopsticks securing her greying raven hair in a bun as two stray wisps of hair grazed her face in front. Laugh lines adorning the corner of her eyes.

Miguel jerked awake when he heard his doorbell. He forgot to set his alarm for when his mother brought his daughter home from their sleepover. Conchata was always happy to watch her precious granddaughter while Miguel worked. Conchata's brow raised as she realized her son wasn't awake. Finally, Miguel opened the door, Gabi squealing in delight. "Daddy!"

"Hey, bumblebee!" Miguel scooped her up, hugging her tight. It was difficult to be away from her, even if he knew it was only because he needed to provide for them financially. Conchata smiled and walked in. Miguel gave his mom a kiss on the cheek, towering over her despite her height as well.

"Long night, mijo?" She asked in a regal voice.

"Ma.." Miguel sighed. She always treated him like a young boy instead of a grown man.

"I raised you better than this!" She tsked at the sight of dishes in the sink.

"Mama," Miguel said tiredly. "I was working until 3 am, I haven't had a chance to get to those." Conchata looked at him as if she was trying to see through him.

"Did you have a girl over?" Miguel sighed and looked at Gabi.

"Mija, why don't you go play in your room and get your Barbies." Gabi's eyes lit up and she giggled as she ran for her room.

"Ma, please don't talk about that around Gabi..." Miguel said as he started to wash the dishes.

"You just seemed off." Conchata said. "What's going on in your head? I can never read you these days. I worry, you know."

"Maybe I did meet someone, ma."

Conchata's eyes widened and at that moment, Miguel's phone rang.

"Perdóname..Hello?" Miguel walks outside onto his balcony, shutting the sliding door on a bewildered Conchata.

Your voice sunk to the bottom of your stomach when you heard Miguel's attractive voice on the other line.

"Hi, Miguel, it's me, y/n from last night..."

Miguel's face started to turn into a smile. "Hey, it's so good to hear from you. Are you feeling better this morning?"

"Yeah, yeah I am. Thanks so much again, I mean, for everything. I just had to tell you that."

"Well, of course. It's my pleasure to do that for you."

There was a long, painful, pregnant pause.

"Is..that all you wanted to tell me?" He asked softly.

"Well...I mean, yeah pretty much you know I just felt bad and..

"Y/n?"

Your heart stops at the sound of your name.

"I enjoyed our time together last night and, if you're open to it, I'd like to get to know you better. Can I take you out sometime?"

You felt your internal organs do a victory dance. "Oh, YEAH, I mean, I'd love that. When would you like to?"

Miguel thought for a moment. "Would Wednesday night work? It's a little strange, I know. My schedule is kind of hectic. But maybe we could grab dinner. Do you like Italian food?"

"I do! Wednesday sounds great!" You say without checking your schedule.

"Wonderful."

You two exchange numbers and make plans to meet Wednesday night. Once you both hang up you're both experiencing a mixture of giddiness, relief and anticipation for your first date.

Wednesday couldn't come soon enough.

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Thank you for reading! Pt 3 coming soon 🖤

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #SoundCloud

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wonwoosthetic · 8 months

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series masterlist

word count - 7.6k

A/N: there's the Wonnie part I mentioned in my form! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the cute suggestions and ideas you guys have been sending me!! <3

turning every carat into a wonnie stan in 2023

[in brackets] – text in the video

italics – conversations that weren’t caught on camera, but are just for you (the readers ˙ᵕ˙)

[now]

[you know me]

[if there's one wonnie stan on this earth left, it's me]

[therefore, I have a mission. a mission i made myself]

[and that is to turn every (especially new) carat into a wonnie stand because these two have my heart and will forever have it]

[forever and ever🫣]

[so, pls enjoy this☺️]

[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1

Minnie was walking around in her small cubicle before sitting down on the white chair, crossing her legs to find a comfortable position. All of a sudden a piece of paper flew in from the top of the wall, making her eyes go wide.

"Oh?" She wondered, putting her feet down to reach down to the floor, snatching it up with her hands. Leaning her elbows on the edge of the table, she opened the message sent to her, reading over it before chuckling, and turning it around to show it to the camera.

'You're a dummy'

[love that that's the first thing that came to his mind to write down]

"Ya!" She shouted with a giggle. "Wonwoo! I'm next to you!"

[the way she recognized his handwriting so quickly?! goals]

The sound of his laughter could be heard, followed by a, "Oh, sorry, my bad."

The girl put the piece of paper down on the table, took the pen provided for her, and decided to write a reply back, showing it to the camera before she folded it again and walked over to the wall.

['dummies are only friends with dummies, so that makes you one too, idiot' i can't with her😭😂]

[i love this childish side of them together]

Realising that it was too high for her to just throw it over, she chuckled to herself, shaking her head and crouching down on the floor to try and create a paper aeroplane, hoping it would help.

[I JUST KNOW IF MINGYU OR SCOUPS SAW THAT, THEY WOULD BULLY THE HECK OUT OF HER😭😭😭😭]

She managed to get it over, sitting back down in her seat to wait for a reaction, which followed shortly. The chuckle of her boyfriend made her grin proudly.

[i love them]

"Minnie-ah!" Wonwoo's voice called out to the girl who was sitting calmly on the floor, her back against one of the walls. "Minnie-ah! Open my door, please."

"Huh?" With a grin, she pushed herself up. "Can't you open your own door?"

"It's locked. Did you lock it?" He continued to tease her.

"What? Noo, how could you think of me like that," she answered before sending a guilty facial expression to the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

[it's such a short but cute interaction]

GAM3BO1 #9

[NOW THIS]

[y'all better hold onto your horses bc when i opened the live and saw minnie sitting next to him, i literally almost screamed🫣🫢]

[so much happened and i highly suggest watching the entire live bc they were abolutely just too cute]

[but i gathered some of my favourite moments, so have fun]

Minnie was straightening down her hair when the live started while Wonwoo was unpacking the the chopsticks, placing one pair in front of the girl while keeping the other pair to himself. She quietly thanked him while her hands were still busy fixing her hair from the ponytail she had worn before,

"Good morning, Carats!" She greeted them, "Good day or good evening," and grinned into the camera when a piece of Kimbap got closer to her lips, making her lean forward and open her mouth to let herself get fed by the older member next to her.

[him giving her the first piece of food?! MARRIAGE IN HAND RN💍]

[i know, i know... the bar is in hell😒]

[bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla]

[but this was cute alright?!]

Wonwoo did his greeting too, before eating another piece himself.

"Today," he started after swallowing, "I have the next guest on Gameboy," and motioned with his hand towards Minnie, who waved into the camera.

"Hey, everyone," she smiled.

"The reason for doing this live early is that we have to go to practice after this, so we have a time limit today," the '96 Liner explained while the female member nodded along, putting another piece of Kimbap into her mouth, happily moving around in her seat.

[HER LITTLE HAPPY DANCE]

The rapper looked to his left, eyeing the girl with amusement, waiting for her to see his reaction.

[oh you're even more of a fan of hers than i am, Jesus Christ😶]

[alright mr jeon simp wonwoo]

Once their eyes met, Minnie immediately stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she chuckled.

[stop being so adorable together]

"The Kimbap is really good."

"Mm," Wonwoo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, the food they give me here is always good."

"Well," the girl shrugged with a sigh, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't invited before, so I didn't know."

[OH, now she's throwing the shade, damn]

"Heyyy," the older member teased her as he reached for the food with his chopsticks, "Don't be sulky now."

[hell yeah she should be sulky about that]

"I'm not," she shook her head and crossed her arms, closing her eyes as she turned her head away from Wonwoo, making him chuckle.

"Mh, sure," he hummed.

[MH SURE]

[bro istg i felt my laptop vibrate bc of how deep that MH SURE was😫😫]

The two decided to read out some comments and eat first before jumping into the game.

"Did you perm your hair?" Wonwoo read out a question by a fan. Minnie's eyes went to fix themselves on his head, her fingers reaching out to touch a strand.

[and she just gets to do that on a regularly? how is that fair?]

[why do i not have a wonwoo who's hair i can just randomly touch whenever?]

"I did perm my hair, but it's not noticeable since it's still short. And the perm... It's not something that is very noticeable."

"But you did have really permed hair a few years ago," Minnie mentioned, getting a hold of the drink in a cup provided for her. "Carats really liked that."

[YES, YES WE DID]

[🤝🏼THANK YOU MINNIE FOR REMINDING HIM BC WE NEED THAT WONWOO BACK🤝🏼]

[THE CURLY BLACK HAIR WONWOO?! SIGN ME UP]

[i love minnie for being such a spokesperson for carats]

[i'm betting my ass she saw all the thirst tweets after he had just permed his hair]

"Oh yeah, that's true." Wonwoo agreed.

The girl chuckled, setting the cup down again. "When your hair's wet, it's really curly for some reason."

[oh right, yeah, thanks for reminding me that you get to see him with wet hair ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS]

[love getting reminded how lonely i am🥲]

"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his food. "But I don't know why it doesn't dry as curly."

[in the name of all carats: minnie, we would pls need a picture of wet curly hair wonwoo]

[for very important scientific reasons😬 thank you]

For a few seconds, they continued to look at the screen in front of them when another interesting question popped up.

"Is Minnie a fan of the Gameboy lives?" Wonwoo read out loud, leaning back to watch her as she answered with an excited nod, getting a grin to form on his lips.

"I've been there since day one. I've watched all of them."

[of course you have]

[wonwoo's biggest supporter, i'm telling you🤷🏼‍♀️]

[we've got the next simp right here]

"You've even watched some from over there," he mentioned and pointed to somewhere behind the camera.

[SEE]

[we love a supportive girlfriend]

She nodded, "Mh, I think... the first... two? Or maybe the first and third one?"

[this girl literally just sat in a room and watched him play games]

[you cannot tell me that they don't do that at home too]

[mingyu joins in sometimes probably too and they just oggle wonwoo together]

[who wouldn't though]

She eyed her boyfriend, but he just kept looking at her, not giving her an answer. "I don't remember," before turning back towards the camera. "But yes, I've watched a lot of them. Because I like them."

[like the game or like the player?👀👀]

[come on, minnie]

After discussing the pictures Wonwoo and Dokyeom took in Japan, and the collage he posted after their concert, Minnie found a comment she wanted to read out loud.

"Minnie should teach you how to edit collages," turning towards him with a proud smile on her lips.

"You can edit pictures very well, you make collages quite often," he told her, slightly chuckling at her facial expression.

[SIMP]

[he's so smithen and she's acting so cute around him wtf is in the air]

She nodded. "But," the female member pointed out, "the collages that you're talking about, Carats don't get to see."

[excu-the fuck-sez moi?]

[are we keeping secrets from each other now minnie?]

She looked back into the camera to continue. "I make collages with the members, so that at the end of each month, I can send them into the group chat and we can look back on what we did that month. Sometimes they take a bit longer, but I only send them to the members, I don't post them."

[AHA]

[alright]

[so that's how that is]

Wonwoo nodded, taking a sip from his own drink, "I forgot about that. But the other pictures you post are edited very well."

[jesus christ, alright, would you like to compliment her on her chopsticks skills as well?]

"But I don't think you should change your collage-making skills. It's very you. It's very Wonwoo."

[🥰🥰]

He grinned at the girl's comment. "Very Wonwoo?" She chuckled along with a nod. "Then you should like that, right?"

[WONWOO?!😳]

[you guys are still on a 🤨LIVE🤨 stream]

[i think bro thought it was just them two alone]

For a few seconds too long the girl looked at the older rapper stunned, who smiled at her.

['my dude, what did you just say in front of the camera'😳😅]

"W- Why...," she grinned before catching herself again, "I think, Carats should like it." Extending her arm to get a piece of chicken between her chopsticks. "They're the ones you should want to impress."

[what a quick save from our girly]

[but yeah, i mean... he's already impressed her enough probably]

"Oh, yeah, you're right," he smiled, looking back at the screen to read more comments, jolting slightly all of a sudden before both of them started chuckling.

[I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW]

[this girl kicked him under the table🤣]

[you saw her smirk, and you saw his reaction]

[put two and two together]

The two of them explained that Minnie was the Animal Crossing expert and would be the first to tour a few islands. They got to work, put in the code and travelled to the first island made by a Carat.

The female member was moving the character around, taking in every corner and every little detail the fan had left for them, explaining everything along the way when they arrived at the beach.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed with a happy smile on her face, "It's Raymond!"

[oh she's a REAL animal crossing fan]

She clicked on the right button to make the two characters interact, grinning at the screen while Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows behind her.

"Raymond?"

"Yeah, he reminds me of you," she turned slightly to her left to look at the rapper next to her.

[all of caratland agress witht hat]

"That's why I have him on my island too."

[she has her own wonwoo in her little imaginary, fictional island]

[she's so cute]

[she's just like us]

Making the other member laugh out loud and even some of the staff members behind the camera chuckle. "What?" She smiled. "He doesn't talk much, he's very smart, he wears glasses and he's a cat. That's Wonwoo."

[that is wonwoo. can't argue with her about that]

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about him."

[can you pls just imagine an excited minnie skipping into his room, showing him this little animated cat and telling him it reminds her of him]

She nodded, "I have a lot of characters on my island because they remind me of the members."

[i need to see it]

Wonwoo took a sip of his iced tea before continuing, "Next time, you should bring your Nintendo Switch, and then we can look at your island."

[boyfriend supporting his girlfriend's little ficitonal fantady, love it]

Minnie smiled in agreement.

[THANK YOU]

[love how wonwoo wants to show of her achievements in a game haha]

"Oh, look! A puppy!" The female member smacked the rapper's chest, who had his right arm on the backrest of her chair, to make him turn his attention away from the screen with the comments.

[a lot to uncover here]

[first, the arm?! so casual?! literal butterflies from seeing his freaking arm around HER CHAIR]

[i need to see someone...😪]

He dramatically grunted, clutching the place she had just hit as she pointed at the computer screen in front of her. "It's Mingyu."

[how tf do they manage to include this man EVERYWHERE]

"How kind of them to even include Mingyu like that," Wonwoo chuckled.

[😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]

While the rapper had gone to the toilet, it was Minnie's turn to entertain Carats on her own, reading through their comments.

"Are you excited for the new Taylor Swift album? YES!" She shouted excitedly, "Yes I am! I already pre-ordered the vinyl. I'm happy. I'm more than happy."

[SWIFTIE CARATS UNITE]

[WE HAVE FOUND OUR LEADER]

[i love how she probably sees taylor the way we see her tbh]

[like just... UGH, i need them two to meet]

The smile never left her lips, giggling as she read the next comment, "Are you more excited about being on Gameboy or the Taylor Swift album?"

[that question was CRUEL]

[love it]

Minnie shook her head, "You guys... are really something. You can't compare those two. They're different types of happiness. But I'm also very very happy to be here. Although..."

[oh oh]

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm kind of not happy about the fact that Coups was here before me. Wonwoo prefers the leader over his own roommate... I don't know how to feel about that..."

[damn, that hurt]

For the last few seconds of being alone, a Carat dared Minnie to spin in her chair and not get dizzy because she had said before that she doesn't get dizzy easily due to her ballerina training.

[just explain to me how this 25 year old woman can be so competitive with people she doesn't even know or see]

[like... she literally went 'oh, you don't think i can do it? watch me‘ MINNIE]

She was so focused on continuing to push herself with the help of the table, that she didn't notice the rapper coming back into the room. Not until the chair was suddenly stopped, scarring her as she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.

"Jesus! You scared me!"

[dude, you scared me, i thought you were gonna spin yourself out of that chair]

"What are you doing?" Wonwoo chuckled moving her slightly away to get to his chair, settling down as he kept his glance on the girl.

"A Carat dared me to spin and not get dizzy."

"And? Are you dizzy?"

She grinned at him. "Nope." Making him shake his head with a smile before turning his attention to the screen.

[i would've loved to see what the fuck was going on in his head when he saw her like this]

[THIS IS FR ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THEM EVER]

[it's just so cute]

"No, you have to-"

"Like this?"

"No, tap th-"

"This one?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You have to put it down-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you c-"

"Look, I can't-"

"Wonwoo! You-"

"Like that?"

"No, g-"

"This?"

"No, please-"

"But look-"

"Wonwoo, Jesus, give me the controller," Minnie huffed out loud with a smile after a debate that went on for way longer than she wanted, snatching the controller out of the man's grip.

[THE BICKERING]

[who would've thought she'd bicker like that with anyone but mingyu]

[and then WONWOO of all people]

The rapper grinned to himself at the frustration of the female member, looking ahead at the screen filling up with comments while the girl's eyes were trained on the game.

[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PROUD HAHAHAH]

"I never thought there would be another member better at gaming than Wonwoo," he read out loud, making both of them chuckle. "Yeah," the '96 Liner sighed, "Minnie is a lot better than me in these types of games. And Sims, and-"

[YES, tell us all about how great minnie is, LETS GO WONWOO]

"Fifa," she interjected, earning her a confused glance by him. At the sudden silence, she turned her head towards him, giggling. "What?"

"You're not better than me at Fifa."

She shrugged, "I could be."

['i could be‘ she's literally challenging him?!]

But Wonwoo continued to shake his head, his eyes back on the camera. "She's not better than me at Fifa."

[he's letting her be better in animal crossing and sims, but this guy draws the line at fifa HAHAHAHA]

"Awww," Minnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the screen. "♪ We're going to the chapel and we're... gonna get married... going to the chapel, and we're... going to get married-♫"

Wonwoo away from the screen, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him. "What are you singing?"

"A wedding song. I think my mum used to listen to it. It's kinda old, but I just remembered it," she explained, while Wonwoo made his character run around the room to look at every detail.

"Aah, because it's a wedding hall?" He wondered, getting a hum from her in return.

[smart guy🤓]

"They made it really pretty," Minnie commented. "It reminds me of the set where we filmed the special video for 'April Shower'."

"Oh, right," the rapper agreed, "Maybe that's what the Carat wanted to portray."

"Maybe," the girl nodded.

"Maybe we should get married here."

[sorry, i just choked on my water]

[WHAT?!😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳]

[he just threw that question into the room like that?!]

The sudden question threw Minnie off as her head snapped towards him, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

"What?"

[yeah same]

[what?!]

He turned to meet her eyes, only grinning at the female member.

[HEY]

[ya can't say sth like that and then just smirk this handsomely]

[minnie move, i gotta take this man to a wedding chapel]

"Eyy, you can't say stuff like that," she pushed his shoulder, making him laugh while she shook her head. "Sorry Carats, he's weird."

[OR IS HE?]

[her reaction was everything]

[yes girl... you played that off... so well...]

After they clicked off and made sure to save the game, the two idols turned towards the camera. Wonwoo did a big stretch, reaching back with his arms as the girl turned towards him.

[eyeing the biceps, i see]

[as if you don't get to see enough of him every day already HUH]

"When can I come the next time?" He read out loud from the screen. Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, then directed his attention to one of the staff members behind the camera to make sure he wasn't spreading false information, all while Minnie was still focused on the comments.

"And Minnie-" the deep voice made her glance at the man next to her, "Will you be here next time?"

"If you invite me," she grinned at him.

[mh, tell him minnie]

With a chuckle, he nodded, "Okay, then let's see. If there's time we could play 'Howling Abyss'."

[is he trying to scare her away?]

[like... request another game she has never mentioned before dude]

"Oh..." she commented with a grimace.

"What?"

"Is that the one you tried teaching me?" She wondered. His nod confirmed her concern.

"Why?" A slight chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"I'm not good at it," she whined, suddenly clutching onto his arm, "Wonwoo, you can't make me play games that I'm bad at. I'll look like an idiot."

[the hand of the biceps]

[girly just had to touch it]

[i don't blame her]

[i'd be touching him all day everyday if i could]

Her reaction made him laugh out loud as his hand came up to cover hers, "Then you'll get better until next time. Or maybe the time after the next one. Then we can play together."

[WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SQUEAL]

[HIM TRYING TO SUPPORT HER?!]

[just kiss already for fuck's sake, I see the look in your eyes, come on]

A big huff left Minnie's lips as she dropped her hands. "Why can't we just play Sims together..."

[dream team]

Wonwoo chuckled, "You said you can't play that in multiplayer."

Which received him a glaring side-eye from the female dancer. "We could find a way."

"Sure," he nodded with a smile.

[and there comes the supporting boyfriend yet once again]

Incheon Airport 231112

[idk what is in the air, but they've been so much closer i feel like?!]

The entire group was making their way through their airport, each member walking at their own pace, next to each other, in a line, or by themselves as they waved to the cameras that were following them through the building. Wonwoo and Minnie were in the middle, the rapper carrying his roll suitcase while the female member only had a small shoulder bag casually by her side. Both covered in big coats due to the cold weather. With all the screaming, shouting, and camera clicking around them, the couple, as well as the rest of the group, was used to not talking to each other while in pace, only once they would come to a halt or find a quieter spot after making it through the security check.

[i don't even want to know how stressful this can be😖]

They had reached the passport checkpoint, making them form a somewhat ordered line, each member standing behind another one, their managers and bodyguards by their side. The couple, who had stood close to each other the entire time was facing each other, leaning in slightly to hear the other person better. As there were still people in front of them, they had some time to pass.

[idk if this is a coincidence or if they're each wearing just one airpot BUT the fact that minnie is only wearing a right one and wonwoo is only wearing a left one?!?!?!?👀👀👀]

[maybe not so much of a coincidence]

[sharing airpods?!?!?! stfu they're so adorable]

Minnie chuckled at something the '96 Liner had said, making her turn around to catch the lens of one of the cameras directly with her eye.

[i really want to know what he said hahaha]

[spill the tea about annoying paparazzi]

A quick smile was sent before she turned her direction back to the man in front of her, reaching up, thanks to his height, to adjust the bucket hat on his head, pulling it down just a tad bit more.

[she makes sure he stays covered bc that's how he feels comfortable]

[i'm gonna cry]

She let her left hand brush over his shoulder and to his back, giving him a few gentle and comforting pats.

[they really need each other omg]

The sound of his voice ringing through the one ear that didn't have an airpod in, made her lean in once again before nodding along to what the rapper was telling her.

[OH PLS just kiss already guyyyyssssss]

Once the people in front of them in line were done and their turn had come, Wonwoo's hand on her back now pushed her forward slowly to go first, letting her know by tapping his fingers against her.

[👀]

Minnie was quickly through, thanked the staff and moved further, coming to a halt behind the railing and taking the moment to turn to the cameras and fans one last time before they'd finally reached a more private area of the airport. The '96 Liner joined her, waving to the fans for a quick moment before turning around and following their manager with the female performer right by his side.

[i want someone to wait for me like that]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN ('FML' Promotions Sketch)

"Pre-recordings are usually always fun, but for some reason, the members are extra happy today," Minnie explained into the camera as they filmed a short interview in the hallway right before their Music Bank stage appearance.

[can we just real quick give a shoutout to her stylist?! the makeup?! The outfits?! I'm in LOVE]

"But I'm not gonna complain about that. I'm very happy that they're... so excited, early on in the morning."

[minnie... this isn't their fault... you're just a morning person that i will never understand]

For a second, she looked around the room, focusing on something behind the camera. "I already took my pictures. I'm gonna post them on Instagram later. Now it's Junnie's turn," motioning for the cameraman to focus on the Chinese member who had just waddled his way into the small gap by the railing.

[and the pictures were FIRE]

"You know," the camera shot back to her, "I'm really glad you always do these interviews before our performances," Minnie chuckled. "Because after them..." she pressed her lips into a tight line before continuing, "You... you really don't want to see us that gross and out of breath and sweaty."

[we do actually. we do.]

"I don't look good like that."

[yes you do, tf are you on about?!]

[this woman...]

"So thank you for always... showing us from our good side-" her demeanour changed within a second as her attention paced to someone next to the cameraman. "What are you doing?!" She whined. "You're making me nervous, looking at me like that."

Once the camera moved to the side, Wonwoo's figure was revealed.

[OF COURSE HE'S THERE]

[look at that grin]

[UGH]

[called me single just by smiling at her wtf]

He had his arms crossed and a smirk decorated his face as his eyes were fixed on the female member, who had gotten closer to him to push him away playfully. Thanks to his stature, the rapper only budged slightly, making the girl sigh out loud.

[big boy]

[i need him to put me in a headlock]

"He's been standing there the entire time," she told the camera.

The '96 Liner continued to look at her. "What? I'm not allowed to stand here?"

[DON'T DO HER LIKE THAT WONWOO]

[we know damn well why you were standing there]

[you little simp]

"I'm talking about being disgusting and sweating, and you're just standing there, laughing at me," she shook her head, crossing her arms as she gazed at him.

[*whispers* because he's secretly in love with you, but pssh]

Wonwoo chuckled at her comment, his nose scrunching up slightly. "I wasn't laughing AT you."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever..."

Then, it was his turn to look into the camera. "Carats," he started, "I promise, I wasn't laughing at her. I was enjoying her interview just like you would."

[-... i'm gonna have a stroke]

Minnie's laugh echoed in the background before Wonwoo joined her, waving off the cameraman as he disappeared again.

[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1

"If you get over 90 on that karaoke machine, I'll give you 10." Minnie overheard Woozi's voice as she was washing her hands by the sink in the kitchen.

Her ears perked up when DK continued. "Okay, if you give it your all, I'll give you 30 grapes." She quickly dried her hands and rushed over to where some of the other members were sitting, watching Hoshi standing by the karaoke machine.

Hoshi saw her excited facial expression. "Minnie, you wanna do it with me?" To which she eagerly nodded, getting a chuckle from Wonwoo and Minghao, who had joined to watch and listen.

[i LOVE hoshi and minnie interactions and i am begging for more]

"Okay," the leader of the performance unit spoke, "40 grapes for each, Minnie and I, and we will give you the best performance you have ever seen."

"20 each," Dokyeom tried to argue.

"30," the female member continued, raising her eyebrows at him as she accepted the microphone Hoshi was holding out for her.

[scoups taught her so well]

Her fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Alright, 30 for each of you if you get over 90 points and give a good performance."

Some of the other members joined in once they heard the start of the song, now very eager to see the two as they knew how dramatic they could get once given the opportunity.

"If your voices don't crack when we raise it up by two keys, you get ten," Mingyu offered loudly, making the girl turn around.

"Ten each!" She quickly interjected before focusing back on the song.

Hoshi and she continued, spinning each other around and truly giving the performance of their lifetime as theatrically and dramatically as possible as they sang their hearts out at the sad song they had chosen.

After the first verse was over, DK told them to cancel it and see what score they had gotten, but it didn't show, starting a small argument, that was quickly resolved.

Dokyeom took out the purple stickers, counting each one. "Okay, there's thirty for now, divide it by two, I can't be bothered to take out the other thirty."

"What? Wait, hold on," Minnie immediately argued.

[oooh... he fucked up]

"Mister Mediator! That's out of line! Isn't he out of line?" Hoshi immediately took her side.

Wonwoo raised his head to look at the trio.

"They only sang the first verse," DK tried to explain, but the female member pushed his hand away.

"Because you told us to cancel it after the first verse!"

"Wait, wait," the Mediator reached out, "Who said to cut it off?"

"He did!"

"Him!" Hoshi and Minnie pointed at their member at the same time, who raised his hands in defence.

[they're such siblings]

[imagine the reaction of hoshi and minnie if you had told them like 10 years go that they would one day be such a strong duo to go up against dk... they'd laugh in your face]

"I thought you could still see the score after the first verse," he explained.

The female performer took her leader's hand and made him sit down with her. Dokyeom copied their antics, and soon all four of them were sitting in a circle, trying to explain the situation to Wonwoo.

"Wonwoo, you have to explain to him that he can't do that! He has to keep his promise," Minnie whined at the older member, her hand unknowingly on his knee.

[i love her so much]

"He's Mister Mediator, not Wonwoo," the main singer warned her.

She sent him a glare in return, "I can call him Wonwoo if I want to. And you stop nagging me and keep your promise!"

[why do i feel like the '97 line is like constantly bickering haha]

[and wonwoo seems to always kinda be right in the middle😭😭]

"But I didn't know!"

"That doesn't matter!"

After a bit more discussing, the '96 Liner rapper made sure they got the extra thirty they were promised when Hoshi decided to add something.

"But I was also deeply emotionally hurt by Dokyeom."

"You were?" Wonwoo questioned, turning to Minnie. "You as well?" Who nodded with a pout,

"Very."

[gotta ask the girlfreind as well]

"Okay," he patted her hand. "Dokyeom, give them five each extra."

[gotta make sure they're happy]

[well done mister mediator]

The other members watched the four in amusement when Mingyu decided to comment,

"Woah, everyone's making good money."

"That's right," Woozi chuckled, "But the mediator keeps making odd decisions."

"The mediator's a little weird."

"I think he's a bit biased," the producer of the group smiled at the facial expression from the girl that she made as an answer to his comment.

[BRO GOT CALLED OUT]

[minnie's reaction killed me hahah]

She grinned. "And I think others just need to learn, how to be more kind."

[OH]

[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4

"Ugh, we need someone that got it right," Jeonghan sighed out loud after getting sent back in line a third time, still not getting the song right they had to chant out to Seungkwan.

[i could feel their tiredness through the screen during this entire scene]

Wonwoo, who was right next to him, eyes still half closed from being sleep-deprived, looked around the garden, finding the person he was looking for lying on the wooden floor of the porch.

"Minnie!" He called out, catching her attention as she raised her head to look at the members.

[LOOK AT HER]

[how could you not be in love with her]

[she looks so cute without makeup]

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Why?" She asked back, sitting up straighter.

"We need someone to sing the song for us," the '95 Liner explained. Shortly after Woozi, the female member remembered the song correctly as well and was able to go back into the house. Too bad for her that after waking up in the morning, the girl is usually unable to go back to sleep, explaining why she had decided to lounge outside instead, not joining their producer inside.

With a smirk, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Then you have to come here."

Jeonghan slapped Wonwoo's shoulder gently nutdging towards the '97 Liner. "Go."

[sending the boyfriend, yes, we support]

[the way he didn't even start to argue but just went]

Before even starting to argue, the rapper made his way over to his girlfriend, who was already smiling at him.

"You really don't remember it after three rounds?" She wondered. Wonwoo took a seat right next to her, his hand gently grazing her knee, stopping to rest it right there as she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed.

[WE ARE ALL SEEING THIS I HOPE]

[listen here]

[when it comes to wonnie]

[it's the little things alright]

[JUST LIKE THIS]

*insert zoomed-in picture of the two and Wonwoo's hand*

[this is what this stan fandom is surviving on]

[we're in pain]

The older member yawned, his eyes trained on the rest of the group that was still getting hit on the head with the rubber hammer. "No one remembers the second verse correctly."

Minnie nodded. "It's 'Let's go to the market, the FUNNY market. Everything is there, the market's full of fun'. All of you are saying 'the fun market'."

With scrunched eyebrows, he turned his head, gazing at the girl who was grinning teasingly at him. "How long have you been listening to our struggle?"

"Ever since I finished," she couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her forehead touching his shoulder affectionately.

[AAAAH BACKGROUND ACTION]

[AFFECTION FROM WONNIE]

Wonwoo chuckled, "And you didn't think to help us?"

"You never asked."

The rapper stood up with a shaking head, the smile still prominent on his face as he walked back to Jeonghan, who was already awaiting him, but not before he let his fingers tighten around Minnie's knee, making her jolt up and slap him out of reflex.

[i saw that wonwoo]

[he's so annyoing, i love him]

He laughed at her reaction - he knew how much she hated whenever someone did that to her.

[and i react just like her anytime someone does that to me]

[that shit hurts]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] ('Super' Choreography Practice Sketch)

The idol group had finished their final practice of the choreo to 'Super' and everyone was cleaning up to leave. Some decided to stand behind for a few more minutes, talking to the choreographers and dancers. The cameraman for this Inside Seventeen episode caught Dokyeom and Dino before they were able to head off, now standing in front of the camera, talking about the exhausting day they had just put behind.

[not wonnie related but can we talk about how fucking good they look, thank you]

In the background, Wonwoo, wearing a green puffer vest, was engulfed in a conversation with three of the 200 extra dancers they had brought in for that last day. Nodding along to whatever story they were telling, he got distracted when Minnie's familiar figure walked up next to him.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his left arm, welcoming the girl into a comforting side hug. A warm smile spread on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.

[NOT SO LITTLE, BUT STILL BACKGROUND]

[i don't even know if they realise the camera caught them]

[i love how the cameraman didn't even budge though]

[like they're clearly directly in the middle of the screen hahaha]

[inse editors are wonnie supporters <3]

For a quick minute, the rapper leaned down to whisper something into her ear, to which the girl nodded before getting included in the conversation by one of the female dancers who had been talking. As soon as the sound of the '96 Liner's deep voice rang through her ears, Minnie lifted her head to look at him.

[that, ladies and gentleman, is called lovey-dovey eyes]

[i have no fucking idea if you actually call it that but that's what it looks like to me, fight me]

When everyone started chuckling at something that was being said, she straightened her back and dropped the arm that was wrapped around his front - Wonwoo's stayed around her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her upper arm.

[i love small cute domestic shit like that]

[they just look so comfortable like that]

[like imagine you're in a friend group with them and suddenly they do this shit]

[i'd start crying because of how cute it looks]

[but it's probably the most normal thing ever for them]

[UGH pls adopt me into this group]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN (The Game Caterers Shoot Sketch)

Just as Seungcheol was coming down the stairs, Wonwoo and Minnie arrived and made their way up, passing the cameraman who was filming for their new Inside Seventeen episode. The female member was behind the rapper, both of her hands on his back, playfully pushing him to move quicker as he was slow in his steps.

[pls]

With sleep still written all across his face, Wonwoo turned to his left to wave at the camera. "Hi," he simply said, continuing his walk up.

Minnie stopped in her tracks to look at the camera with a big smile, taking a step forward to get a bit closer. "Good morning!"

[again: everyone else is completely normal, and then we have minnie. the morning person]

Her voice held much more cheer than any of the other members.

But as quick as she was there, she jolted up the steps as the camera moved to show that Wonwoo had also stopped to wait on her. The two continued side by side.

[he waited for her...]

[he WAITED for her]

[what in the low expectations... why am i reacting like this]

[BUT LOOK AT THEM]

Incheon Airport 230515

Wonwoo had just gotten out of the car, coming to a halt right at the door. Next, and last, Minnie stepped out, revealing her figure. Over one shoulder, she had a dark backpack, that was swiftly taken off her by the '96 Liner, who threw it over his own shoulders in a quick move.

[he ain't letting her carry ANYTHING]

The girl put on her sunglasses right away as the flashing lights had already started to blind her, making the rapper react quickly. He tried to cover her as she turned around to use the car door as an emergency mirror, for just a moment.

[it's giving timothée chalamet and saoirse ronan and I'm so here for it]

When she was about to lean forward, wanting to get something out of the vehicle, Wonwoo beat her to it and pulled out a rolling suitcase. He let it hit the floor before pulling the handle up, ready to move forward and join the other members that had already gathered by the crosswalk.

[I TOLD YOU]

[princess treatment and nothing less👑]

The couple started to make their way past the cars, straight ahead, with Wonwoo at a slightly quicker pace due to his longer legs, making the girl have to almost jog to catch up with him as she reached out for the handle to take control over her luggage. The rapper's head, half of his face covered by a bucked hat, turned to her, looking down at where their hands met. He placed his free on on top of hers, pushing it away, only for her to repeat her action, still trying to claim her suitcase.

[if your man doesn't fight you wanting to carry your luggage, is he even your man?]

[never settle for less is what I'm learning here]

[thank you wonwoo for raising my standards yet once again]

Wonwoo stood his ground and just continued to carry it forward, making the girl shake her head as she stopped next to Dokyeom, turning to him with a smile that he returned.

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #1

During one of their breaks in their concert, some of the members had gathered around right behind the stage, some having decided on sitting on the stairs, while others went for the possibly slightly more comfortable choice on one of the plastic chairs the staff had put up - Hoshi and Wonwoo were two of them. With a grin on his face, patted the rapper his own thigh as soon as Dino had approached him, a bottle of water in his grip. The maknae denied the proposal, only for the older to continue the action, his palm repeatedly hitting the silver fabric of his pants.

Minnie was right behind Minghao, appearing from one of the black doors, joining the members that were currently being filmed. She was still adjusting the microphone around her head as she saw the '96 and '99 Liners' interaction, giggling.

The corner of her lips curled up as she watched the youngest shaking his head each time Wonwoo motioned for him to sit down, giving her the opportunity to take his place. With only a few steps, she stopped right in front of the rapper, turning around and taking a seat on the thigh he had been patting only a second ago, getting a burst of laughter from him in return.

[girl took that like it was reserved for her]

[dang]

[so hot]

Dino, who now had his eyes on the couple almost choked on his water as he started laughing, putting down the bottle he was holding.

[HIS REACTION😂😂]

"If you won't, I'll gladly accept the seat," she grinned at the youngest, who saluted her, making her and Wonwoo chuckle.

[oh minnie same]

[same same same...]

The camera didn't miss the hand he had placed on her left thigh as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his shoulders still shaking from laughing.

[MH, WE ALL CAUGHT THAT TOO]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #2

The couple hadn't yet realised they had gotten caught during the thumb wrestle they had started with each other while waiting to go back on stage in Fort Worth. Minnie was trying to free her hand from Wonwoo's tight grip, pulling away with the strength she had left, but he easily caught her thumb with his, making him laugh and her whine out loud.

[again, so cute for what]

[just get a room and get to it, jesus]

Only then, did she realise the camera had been on them, gazing at the cameraman with wide eyes and her lips pressed together as she mouthed, 'Did you just see me lose?' To which the camera moved up and down.

[GIRL]

[we've been watching you WINNING in life for quite a while]

[you get to do stuff like this on the regular]

[you are WINNING my friend, trust me]

The rapper turned his head in confusion, which got washed away as soon as he saw the light that was attached to the device.

With their hands still interlocked, the female member released her fingers and used her other hand for more strength as she held onto Wonwoo's, trying hard to curve his fingers, so they'd create the other half of her heart. The '96 Liner continued to laugh at her antics as he watched her struggle.

[HE'S A MENACE]

[let her live]

[let her do a godforsaken heart, JESUS😂😭]

For a second, the girl managed to get his fingers in the right position, making her quickly turn to the camera and smile before dropping his hand only a second later, getting another chuckle from the man in return. While she kept a disappointed look on her face, Wonwoo got a hold of her hand, patting it gently as he formed a finger heart with his free hand, getting a chuckle out of her.

[he's actually really cute, we all know that]

[he'd do anything for her, i just know it]

Minnie joined him and sent a wink in the camera's direction in addition.

[well... time to go find myself a wonwoo, brb]

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